Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 13:55:29 -0800
From: pssteve2009@hotmail.com
Subject: Summer Camp with Counselor Frank

The best summer of my life was the summer between the 5th and 6th grade
when I got to spend the summer at Y Camp with Counselor Frank.  When the
bus pulled into camp all the counselors were standing there waiting to
greet us. But I really only noticed one man, and that turned out to be
Counselor Frank.  Each counselor called off the names of the 12 boys in his
cabin, and when Counselor Frank called my name I couldn't believe it.  I
felt like I had won the jackpot.  As we walked to the cabin Counselor Frank
put his hand on my shoulder and said., " Hey Bobby, I'm really glad you're
in my cabin."

I was kinda surprised he remembered my name just from the roll call. It
made me feel special. Somehow I knew I was going to like camp and
especially Counselor Frank.

As I look back now I realize Counselor Frank was in his early 20's at the
most, but at the time he seemed like the ideal "older man"—dark haired,
bearded, hairy all over, with an extra-thick treasure trail that ran down
his muscled chest and taut belly.  He was lean, athletic, strong,
everything that I was not-- in a word: manly. I was too young to really
understand what my feelings were telling me but I knew that Counselor Frank
was the best, coolest, neatest counselor, and I was desperate to have him
like me.  I knew then that I would do anything he asked me to.  But I also
knew that I was a complete dork, clumsy, pudgy, and, worst of all, I
sometimes still wet my bed.

That first night at camp

And that's exactly what happened that first night at camp. Sometime in the
middle of the night I woke up shivering.  Y Camp is high up in the
mountains so it gets really cold at night near freezing at 3:00 AM and my
blankets & mattress and my peejays were sopping wet. I tried to sleep but
it was just got colder and colder.  Then I began to shiver
uncontrollably. The cold just made my homesickness worse and at some point
I began to sob quietly, or so I thought, but Counselor Frank heard me and
called from the other front room where he slept away from me and the other
boys, "Come here Bobby" (I don't know how he knew it was me, but he did. )
and I went whimpering. shivering into the next room.

I figured he'd be mad or at least disgusted at what a baby I was and all,
but he was really nice and said, "Oh Bobby, You're not the first wet boy
I've seen at camp.  Let's get you cleaned up." He walked with me down to
the showers and turned one on.  "Let's keep the lights off so we don't wake
up the other boys.  Come on out of those wet peejays." I stripped off
everything and got into the shower.  He stood there watching to make sure I
got everything washed off.  The hot water felt really good after my
freezing hours of wet blankets.  Counselor Frank dried me off in a big
towel—and then just bundled me up in it and carried me back to his
bunk. "Since your bed is wet" he whispered, "I think you better bunk here
with me for tonight." "I don't have anything else to wear" I said, but
Counselor Frank said, "That's OK you can sleep in my T shirt." And he took
it off and gave it to me and helped me put it on.  I liked smelling him in
the shirt and hoped it would make me smell that way too: manly, brave,
strong. And then, wearing only his boxers he laid down and pulled me up
close next to him and pulled up the blankets around our chins, and he
wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his hard, hard dick pressed up
against my butt.  And he held me like that till I fell asleep.

That next morning Counselor Frank woke me up just a few minutes before the
wake up bugle, and he took me back to my bed.  All the evidence of my
accident had vanished and he said "Crawl in and no one will know about it."
And he winked and ruffled my hair.  A few minutes later the wake up call
sounded and no one was the wiser.  Ever after that he called me "Squirt".
He said it was just a private joke between us two guys. Everyone else
thought it was cuz I was short. I never wet my bed again the whole summer.

Back from the campfire

A couple of nights later Counselor Frank carried me back from the
campfire. I was sitting next to him during the program and kind of leaned
up against him, and he slipped his arm over my shoulders and we sat like
that during the "Day is Done" song at the end of the campfire.  Then he
just scooped me up and carried me back to the cabin over his shoulder like
a sack of potatoes. I was in heaven. He kepte just scooped me up at the end
of the Day is Done Song rubbing his bearded cheek against my exposed belly,
making sea monster noises and I roared back with laughter.  I wondered if
he could feel my little dick hard against him as he carried me back to our
Cabin. He didn't seem to notice, but I know he had to feel something.
Something about the way he carried me, and the special squeeze he gave me
before throwing me giggling onto my bunk and saying "Sleep tight and dry,
Squirt"

The swimming lesson

One day the rest of the cabin went on a field trip—Counselor Frank had
asked if I would mind staying behind to help him with a few chores.  Of
course I had jumped at the chance. I'd do anything for him!  As it turned
out, there weren't many chores and so after just a short while we were
done. but the sun was hot and we had worked up a sweat.

Then Counselor Frank said "How would you like a private swimming lesson,
just me and you—I can show you some pointers." I'd always been afraid of
the water and so it felt really nice to know that Counselor Frank was gonna
be there to be sure I didn't drown or anything.  "Sure, " I said, "that
would be great. " I was already thinking about seeing Counselor Frank in
the tight black Speedo he liked to wear at the pool.

When we got to the changing room I had a hard time not staring as Counselor
Frank stood in front of me, kinda close and started unbuttoning his shirt..
I tried not to stare but I couldn't help it, and then he unzipped his
shorts and stepped out of them.  There he was in those goofy plaid boxers,
but I could see the head of his dick pushing the fabric out in front just a
little bit.  He smiled and said "Hey Squirt, since it's just us two, we
don't have to wear suits or anything."  "Really?" I said, "that would be
great" and he pulled down his boxers and stood naked, his dick right in
front of me.  It seemed so gigantic, surrounded by a forest of thick black
hair and my own little dick looked like a worm in comparison. I wished that
I looked as manly as him. I was mesmerized and sat stock still; I couldn't
pull my eyes away.  Counselor Frank stood like that for a long moment
smiling at me and then reached down, ruffled my hair and said "Come on,
Squirt, let's go swimming."

When we were in the water Counselor Frank said "Let's do the hard one
first, face down floats " I was kind of afraid to put my face in the water
but he said " Don't worry, I'll keep you from sinking" As I bobbed in the
water he kept moving his hands up and down my body, buoying up different
parts of my body as needed and keeping me afloat if I began to sink.  I
liked feeling his hands touching me everywhere.  He smiled and said "That's
really good, Squirt" and then goosed me, which made me laugh, slip
underwater and come up sputtering.  He hugged me tight and said
"Oops—sorry" and tickled me. I writhed delightedly, trying to escape.

I could see that Counselor Frank had an erection and I did too, That let me
relax kinda, cuz I knew he wouldn't make fun of me cuz my dick was hard,
since his was too. I didn't feel quite so dorky and weird since we were
both hard., But he was serious about it being a swimming lesson so he
completely ignored my hard-on, except sometimes, while I was doing the face
down float, he'd kind of brush against it as he was moving around his hands
to buoy me up.  Then way too soon he said "Come on, Squirt, roll over on
your back.  We'll practice back floats."  My head cradled against his hairy
chest, one strong arm kept me floating in the water.  I could feel his hard
on bobbing against me, sliding up and down lightly. rubbing against my
shoulders, and then, as I gained confidence, he moved lower and I could
feel his cock against the back of my thighs. His other hand began to slide
up and down my front, and just as he slid down to cradle my obvious hard on
in his hand, we suddenly heard shrieks of laughter and the song of the Red
Cabin coming on their way for a swim.  "Too bad Squirt" he says "looks like
we better put our suits back on."

That night I dreamt of lying naked next to him, him touching me everywhere,
me touching him. It seemed so sweet, so real, that night in my sleep. The
next morning I woke up and thought I could smell his smell on my pillow.

I climb into his bed one night

One night I had a horrible nightmare.  I jumped stark awake in terror, not
quite knowing where I was, and after a moment, as if by instinct, padded
quietly to Counselor Frank's bed in the front room and quietly crept in
under the covers.  He was asleep but woke up groggily, chuckled and softly
he cradled me into his arms, saying "Hi Squirt—having bad dreams?  Don't
worry I'll hold you safe" He held me, cuddled me sleepily, kissed the back
of my head and soon his hand slipped under my peejay top and sleepily
caressed my chest and tummy. My little dick was rock hard and eventually
his roaming hand slid under my waistband and into my peejay bottoms. I
could feel his erection, hard pressed up against my butt,-- it felt really
big and thick, and I couldn't help pressing back up against him too.  And
then his warm hand wrapped around my hard little dick, and he whispered
"Shhh, Squirt, go to sleep" and in less than a minute he began to snore.

The tent-camp-out

Several weeks later it was time for our cabin to do tent-camp-out.  The
tents were up the river about a mile from the camp, and each one was
located far enough away from the others that it made you feel like you were
alone in the woods. I guess it was some kind of test or something to see if
we were brave enough to sleep out in the wild.

My camp partner was a kid named Billy, but he had to leave camp early
before the tent-camp-out—I can't remember why.  So when it came time for
our cabin's tent-camp-out, Counselor Frank said, "Hey Squirt, we don't want
any boy to be sleeping alone in his tent because of the bears.  So I guess
you and I will have to share the tent if that's OK."  Just him and me in a
tent?  Of course it was okay with me!  I couldn't imagine anything better!

But the summer had turned hot and the nights were now sweltering and muggy.
And after lights out Counselor Frank and I just lay sweating on top of our
sleeping bags, unable to fall asleep from the heat.  Counselor Frank said
"You know, Squirt, since it's just us two guys, we don't have to wear
peejays cuz it's too darn hot.  We can be naked like we were at the
swimming pool." So we both stripped out of our clothes ---me out of my
peejays, him out of his Tshirt and boxers.  And we lay there sweating.  It
was still too hot to sleep.  After a while Counselor Frank said "On hot
muggy nights like this, here's what my Dad did to make us kids feel cooler.
It almost tickles but it kinda gives you chills."  Reaching over, he ran a
single finger ever so lightly and slowly up the inside of my arm, then
circled around a nipple on my chest, down around my belly button, then all
the way down my leg.  I could feel the goose bumps forming as his finger
came up the inside of my leg and grazed my little ball sac on the way up to
my lips.  I shivered.  "See" he said "I told you it would make you feel
cooler.  Do it to me."  He lay on his back, his beautiful, hairy naked body
stretched out beside me.  My hands were shaking as I followed his example
and trailed my finger lightly up the inside of one arm, through the hair in
his armpit and, following his path, around a nipple on his hairy chest and
down the hairy track across his muscled belly. As my finger reached his
pubic hair, I paused I could see his cock was beginning to rise and stick
up in the air.  I sooo wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare.  "That felt
really nice, Squirt .  Thanks.  Good night."  He rolled over to face me and
leaned over to kiss me goodnight on the forehead , but I put my arms around
his neck and clung tightly to him and slowly his mouth kissed down the
bridge of my nose and settled on my hungry waiting mouth. His lips touched
mine, feather soft, and it seemed so natural to open my mouth to his soft
tongue.

And like a cloud suddenly releasing rain, that first kiss made it entirely
sexual between us, and he gathered me naked into his arms and kissed me
again and again on the mouth, ever so gentle and soft, yet deeper and
deeper.  And I kissed back, exploring his lips with my tongue. Then he
began to kiss his way down my belly and took my rock hard little cock in
his mouth. I had never felt anything so wonderful. My hand reached down to
hold his erect cock. It seemed so gigantic, so hard and yet so soft. I held
it with both hands and a moment later I was swept with the most amazing
feeling of my very first orgasm. "Oh Counselor Frank!" I sighed.  Then
suddenly his cock erupted and squirted white juice everywhere and he held
me so tight against him as his spurting cock covered my hands, my chest and
my belly with cum.

After the shock subsided I laughed and said "I guess you're a wet boy now
too." And Counselor Frank chuckled quietly and held me so tight and close
and said "Yeah, I guess so.  You can call me `Squirt' now, too.  But only
when it's just us two alone.  I don't want the other boys to know you're my
special buddy, cuz they'll tease you if they know.  So when they're around
you should always call me Counselor Frank, like the other kids do." And he
reached over, grabbed his boxers and used them to gently wipe the cum off
my hands and chest and belly, kissing me softly all the while.  I slept the
rest of that hot night wrapped naked in his arms, holding his big cock in
my hands, the happiest boy in the entire world.