Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2005 18:19:58 -0600 From: Luc Milne Subject: Camp Counsellor Hal Copyright 2005 by Luc Milne. All rights reserved. One copy may be downloaded for personal reading. CAMP COUNSELLOR HAL: A BOY'S BEST FRIEND by Luc Milne Hal's got the fresh friendly look of that camp counsellor you had your first boy-crush on when you were thirteen or fourteen: brown hair, side-parted and brushed across his forehead, a big smile with perfect white teeth, dimples in his cheeks, green, gleaming eyes, always seeming to share a joke with you. He has the face of the older boy next door, or your older brother's best friend, of the most popular guy in school. But he's not a big man on campus, not a god, just a friendly joe, who makes average grades, and has a good time. You really like it when he invites you over to his cabin in the evening to talk a while before bedtime. When you come in, he's lying on his bed, dressed only in a plaid flannel shirt, heavy white sweat socks, and jockey shorts. His body is athletic but not heavily built. His skin is smooth with very little hair, except on his legs which have a light brown dusting. You bring him a leather wrist band you've made for him in crafts class; you've punched the three letters of his name into it lovingly because you've known since the day you got here that he's going to be your favorite Counsellor. He accepts your shyly offered gift and starts to snap it onto his wrist. Then he stops and says that maybe it would be fun to try it someplace else. That's when he lays back on his bunk and spreads his legs wide. He slowly pulls aside the crotch of his jockeys, and you get to see the best thing about him: a long, plump, stiff, massively headed cock and two succulent rosy balls in a soft, velvety sack. His dick is clean-cut, and the head has a side, deep ledge circling the crown; the skin underneath where the heart-shaped curve of the crown meets, is tender and a deeper pink than the almost white mushroom above. He holds out the wrist band toward you and tells you to fasten it around the base of his dick and balls just where they swell out from his groin. You hold your breath. You're so excited and shocked that you can't even move. He laughs and snaps the strap around his cock himself, then leans back against the wall alongside the bed, looking up at you with a wry twist to his lips. Gradually, under your fascinated gaze, the dick swells and rises until it stands straight up from his crotch. He grins at you; his dimples get deeper; his eyes get shiny; he puts his hands behind his head and opens his thighs even wider. "Why don't you get a little closer, buddy? It won't hurt you. It likes you--see how it's nodding, like it's saying 'Howdy'?" Still in a kind of trance you move forward and sink to your knees between his legs, which hang off the edge of the bunk. "I bet it's bigger than your two hands, buddy," he boasts. "Take hold of it and measure." You put one hand around the base of the big pole, right next to your leather gift strap; your other hand goes on top, like you were taking hold of a baseball bat. "That's right," he says, breathing heavily out, "but you can squeeze it harder; get a good grasp on it with both fists." You tighten your grip and watch as it swells to an angry red. "See, I told you it was bigger than your two hands. There's still all that big red peter head still sticking up beyond your little paws...Go ahead, squeeze it some more...There you go...That's the way to do it. Squeeze and release...squeeze and release." Suddenly something happens on the end of his dick. "Uh, oh. Now look what you've done, guy. You've squeezed some juice out. Look at that stuff dribble out of that little hole. I bet I know something that you don't. I bet you don't know how good that juice tastes. Go on take a little taste of it." You move your thumb up to the head of his dick. "No, no," he stops you quickly, "you don't have to use your fingers to wipe it up, keep your hands where they were. Just lick it off with your tongue." You lean down and stick your tongue out so that it just barely comes into contact with that golden bead of juice standing on the two lips of his pisshole. It tastes like honey, but strong, not sweet. You dab at the hole again, and more comes out. Your mouth begins to water with the flavor. "Now you're getting with the program, buddy, now you're going to town." He praises you, ruffling your hair with his hand. "Keep licking and keep on squeezing me and maybe you'll get a surprise." He's still smiling, still the nice boy you've been fantasizing about in your bed at night. "I tell you what, guy, why don't you take one of your hands off the shaft and put it around those two eggs hanging down below? That's the boy...just cup them in your hand, really soft and gentle. Just move them around a little bit...you can work'em a little harder, you don't have to be so careful. You're shaking with excitement. Your wildest dreams are coming true. Counsellor Hal is treating you like an equal. Like a real pal. "Now start moving your other hand up and down on that thing you're squeezing--make the skin move up and down with it. Good boy...keep going, don't stop." He gazes intently at you while you worship his crotch, fearfully caressing his balls and timidly rubbing your hand on his prick. He leans forward and almost whispers. "Now one last thing...open your mouth a little wider...even wider than that...open it as wide as you can get it. That's right. Now just put that head right between your lips--go on you can do it--don't worry about your teeth, I can take it. Now when I say 'go', pretend you've got to take a big yawn--ready? GO!" As your lips gape open in their yawn, he pushes the ripe plum of his cock deeper into your mouth and steadies your head with hands to keep you from backing away. "Get your lips down over the edge of the crown," he orders. "Good boy! Now lock those lips around that ledge and suck your cheeks hollow. Oh, yeah, that's the way, baby. Move your tongue around. Keep squeezing my balls, keep jerking my shaft. Oh, buddy, you're the best. We're going to be good pals this summer. Would you like that? No, no, don't take your mouth off the head, I know you want to be best-friends. I can tell from the way you're treating me so nice. Oh, yeah, oh yeah, baby, keep working--now I'm getting ready to seal our friendship with something personal, just between the two of us. I'm going to give you something of mine that will prove what a good friend I am to you. I'm going to feed you some good buddy milk. And I know you're to gulp it all down, just like a best-friend would." You suck your cheeks in and out, scared to think what's going to happen in your mouth, but wanting to take what your pal's going to give you, wanting to prove that you're the best friend he's got. He starts to pant and you feel his balls pull up tight against the strap around the base of his prick. "Oh, yeah, here it comes. Eat me baby, eat me good!" You feel a burst of hot liquid on your tongue, you swallow it, then another and another...you keep swalling. Finally so much comes out of the tube in your mouth that you choke; it runs out of your lips down onto your chin; it comes out your nose, but you still keep sucking and gulping, because a pal eats it all--that's what friendship is all about. You look adoringly up into your best friend's grinning face, locking on to those gleaming, laughing eyes as you drink the cream of friendship to the last sweet drop. You know he's the best camp counsellor you'll ever have. **************** The next evening you again come to Counsellor Hal's small, single cabin. All day long you've been thinking about the older boy's penis and those soft round eggs you got to hold in your hand. You've been tasting, again and again, that strange, almost sour liquid that came from Hal's peter. Tonight you hope he'll let you play with that fat dick and those big balls again and tonight you'll drink out that juice as hard as you can and you won't spill any of it, because you know now that Counsellor Hall really likes that in a friend and you definitely want to be Hal's friend the rest of the weeks you're at the camp. You knock on the screened door and Hal appears, letting you in and closing the sold door behind so no one can look in. The windows in the cabin are high and small--a person would have to stand on a box to see into the room with its narrow wooden bunk in one corner, its small desk and chair, and its bedside table with the lamp on it. "Hey, old buddy, I'm glad to see you again. I've been thinking about you all day. What did you do today? I had to go to town to help Mr. Morgan get supplies." "We had a rope tying class this afternoon, Hal. It was fun, but I'm not very good at it," you confess. "I almost got the bowline right, but I couldn't do a sheepshank at all." "Ropes, huh? Well, I know something about tying knots; why don't I help you?" Hal seems sincere and really interested and you blush with pleasure. Hal flashes those perfect white teeth again. "Come on over here to the bed" he says taking you by the arm, "we'll start with something simple." You sit on the rough blanket that's rumpled over a mess of sheets and a smashed-in pillow. The bed has a good sweaty smell and there's the lingering aroma of last night's penis cream that spilled onto it when you couldn't keep all the counsellor cum in your mouth. Hal reaches into the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out several lengths of practice rope. "Here" he says, handing one of the ropes to you, "let me see what you do with a bowline--tie it around my wrist." Nervously you start to wrap the rope around Hal's strong brown arm. Just the bare touch of skin makes your teenage dick rise in your loose shorts. You try to remember how the bowline goes, but you make a hash of it and the rope falls to the floor. Hal picks it up and takes your wrist in one of his big hands. "I'll show you, buddy. I just take the rope near the end, loop it over itself, bring the working end around your arm, stick it back up through the eye of the loop, bring it up around the standing line, back down through the eye and pull. And I can make it a little tighter by working this bit here." As he works, he brings your hand into his own crotch where it brushes against his own rising cock. "Now, I'll show you again, on your other wrist." He ties the rope end to your other arm so that your hands are both secured with only a few inches of rope between them. You sit on the edge of Hal's bunk, your wrists bound in tight knots, your hands being guided into the older boy's crotch and moved around on the long tube that's swelling there. "There you go, pal. Do you think you can repeat that?" "I...I think maybe I can" you stammer, thinking more about what's happening beneath your fingers in Hal's groin than what's wrapped around your own wrists. "Well, lets see you do it," Hal challenges, as he puts another rope into one of your bound hands. "You mean try it with my hands tied up like this?" you ask, puzzled. "Sure. Your hands are free enough. It'll be good practice for you. Hey, I've got an idea--why don't you loop the next bowline around your own ankle?" Hal smiles that big friendly smile of his. "Go on, bend down and get it around your leg." You lean forward and fumble the rope around your left ankle just above your camp moccasin. You just manage to tie a bowline and look up at Hal, not sure whether to be proud of your accomplishment or not. Hal doesn't look very impressed. "I think you can do better than that, buddy. That loop is so big you could slip your foot right through it. I'll tighten this one up for you, and then you have a go at the other ankle with the rest of the rope." After Hall has secured the knot more firmly on your left ankle, you manage to do a better job on your right. Now your ankles are tied together with about six inches of play in the rope between them. Hal kneels in front of you, and straddles your bound legs between his own bare, sinewy thighs. He sits down on your feet, so his bulging crotch rubs against your shins. He takes your tied hands and pushes them into the opening of his shirt, guiding your fingers first to one taut nipple and then to the other. "I bet you've never pinched a guy's titties before, have you?" he teases. "No, I never knew guys did that," you answer, astonished that Hal seems to like have his brown nubs squeezed between your thumb and forefinger. "Oh, yeah, buddy, guys do a lot of things you don't know about yet, but I'll be your friend and teach you some of the best stuff this summer. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, Hal, I want you to teach me everything. I want to be your best friend. You're the best pal I've every had." You feel tears in your eyes as you declare your feelings for the big, sexy counsellor, who's just starting to let his hands brush against the front of your tented shorts. Hal leans forward and puts his hot lips near your ear. His breath makes you shiver with excitement. "Don't you worry, kiddo, I'm going to show you what being a pal is all about. I'm going to show you how to take care of me, just the way I like it--just like you did last night. You want that, don't you? You want to kiss my big dick and lick my fat nuts for me, don't you? You want to drink my cum--maybe even take a little of a pal's piss for him. How would that be?" You draw back, a little shocked. Drink a guy's piss? That doesn't seem like something anybody would want to do. Hal is on you immediately, pushing you down onto the bed with his chest, taking your head between his two big hands and twisting your face so you're looking right into his angry eyes. "Don't you ever draw away from me like that, kid." Hal's voice is cruel. "That makes me really angry, because it means you don't want to be my friend. It means you're not ready to go all the way for a pal. And I won't have a friend like that. With me it's all or nothing. You understand that?" You're afraid you've lost him forever. Your lip trembles. You whimper "I'm sorry Hal. I didn't mean anything. It's just that I never thought about drinking a guy's piss before. You made me a bit scared, you know?" Hal leans back and pulls you up into a sitting position again. He's got his big friendly smile on and he taps your cheek lightly with the palm of his hand. "Come on, baby," he cajoles, "you don't have to worry about being scared. That's natural. I like you a little scared sometimes--that makes me feel good because I know then that I'm taking you a little bit further than you've ever gone before. That's part of the fun of having an older guy like me for your best friend. Listen, let's do something a little bit scary right now. Okay?" "Okay, Hal," you reply, still a little hesitant. "If you say so." "I do say so, " Hal declares, "and besides I've got you tied up so you don't have much choice do you?" He laughs at his joke and you join in. After all the knots aren't all that tight, and you've got your hands right in front of you. You could untie them with your teeth if you had to. Hal stands and puts his hand on the back of your neck. He pushes you down until you're bent double with your bound hands almost to the floor near your ankles. "Now lift your feet and put them through your arms, kiddo, so your wrists are behind your ankles instead of in front of them. That's a good boy. Now stand up slowly and let your hands come up behind your back. There you go! That's the way I like to see my pal. Hands tied behind his back...ankles roped together...his little dick sticking right out in his pants...and a sweet little worried smile on his mug. Outstanding!" He walks over to the bedside table and takes another rope from it. He doubles it, so he's holding two lines taut in his hands. "There's just one more thing we've got to do. Kneel down, little boy." You kneel looking up at your friend with a trusting expression. Hal pushes you down onto your stomach and pulls your legs back. "Now I'm going to show you another knot. You won't be able to see it, with your pretty little face down on the floor like that, but you'll get the benefit of it" He's working at the rope connecting your wrists. "This is called a Prusik knot. It's used in mountain climbing and looks really pretty...now I'll just do a turn and two half-hitches on each of your ankles with the ends and we'll have you ready for some playtime." You have to arch your back to accomodate the tension created by the cords between your wrists and ankles. "Now you're my little pig pal, aren't you? Now I've got you hog tied. How does that feel, little piggy?" He presses down on the taut ropes, making your body arc even more like a tightly strung bow and reaches under your groin where he plays with the hard dick and pinches the tender nuts he finds there. You squirm under the rough treatment in your crotch, but you also begin to get excited and start to grunt and pant. Hal immediately takes his hand away. "No, no, buddy, not tonight. Tonight I have the fun. Maybe some other time we'll see if you've got any pal-juice for me." He walks away and stands looking down at you, hog-tied on your stomach in front of him. The expression on Counsellor Hal's face is not so friendly now. He takes off his shirt and brings his hands up to his nipples, rolling their nubs abount between his fingers. "Get back up on your knees, little boy, and crawl over here to your buddy. You pal's got something for you to do" You inch your way up, using your chin as a support until you can get your legs into position and pull yourself up to a full kneeling posture. Then you shuffle awkwardly toward your friend. When you stop in front of Hal's crotch, the older boy slaps your face sharply. "When I tell you to come to me, boy, you've got to come faster than that, and I want your face on my crotch, not just in front of it." He roughly pulls your head against the long swollen pipe straining down toward his thigh. "Now get your little puppy teeth on the waist band of my shorts and pull'em down. And make sure you rub your cheek across my cock and against my balls while you're doing it." You strain to bite into the elastic waistband and tug it down, trying to keep your face in constant contact with the hot rod of flesh that gradually emerges as the shorts are lowered. At last you get the stretched material down over Hal's thighs so that the elastic lies just beneath his big balls, lifting them up and out, with the cock arching down heavily over them. You feel wet strings of Hal's lube juice dribble onto your forehead and into your eyelashes. You look up adoringly past the rosy blur of cock flesh, up the rippling stomach, up the soft swell of pecs to his vivid green eyes, staring intensely down at you. Hal twists his fist in the short hair at the back of your skull, yanks your head back as far as he can, pinches your jaw open with the iron fingers of his other hand, and sinks his meat into your throat in one violent thrust. His pubic hair foams around your nose, his balls throb against your chin, his syrupy precum bubbles down your gullet, meeting the gagging saliva that rushes up as you thrash wildly against the invader suffocating you. Hal is relentless, pressing into you, using your heaving throat as his sucktoy. "Choke, baby, keep choking. That's it, cough up that spit, gag on me. You don't need to breathe. My cock'll do your breathing for you. That's right, bite me, you can't hurt me. Gag again. That's it. Gag on it. Spit it up, baby. Drool on me. Grease my throat, make me cum." You don't even realize that he's pumping his hot sperm into your stomach. Your head hangs on Hal's spurting penis like a thing, without feeling or thought. Your eyes roll up and your body goes slack; barely conscious, you blindly mouth the fleshtube that feeds you, lost in its overwhelming power. When you come to, you're lying on the floor, your hands and feet still bound behind you, your lips buried in the soft depression at the base of Hal's dick, your nostrils clogged with wet cum, your eyelids glued shut with gism, your whole face tingling from the rasp of wiry hair on Hal's thighs which press and rub against your cheeks, as soft testicles roll and shift on the skin of your throat. You awaken in a world of musk, sweat, and semen, your head trapped in the vee of you pal's crotch, your home for the next few weeks, the place where you'll prove again and again that you know what it means to be a best-friend. Counsellor Hal's head lolls drunkenly against the floor as he scissors your face between his sweaty thighs. He thinks: "Damn, only the second night and already I've got the little slut to deep throat me. Of course I had to tie him up and almost choke him to death to do it, but what the hell, the cumsucker wanted it. He's a natural dickliker. But the ropes were definitely a turn-on. Tomorrow I'll use more rope. Spread-eagle him, tie him up so tight he can't move, do push ups into his face. The kid'll just be a mouth hole for me to drill down into, as long as I want. I'll have that baby burping up cum for days. And maybe I'll fool around with the suckpussy's joystick. Milk the juice out of those little boynuts. Hey, maybe tie them up too. Get some leather cord from the craft shop, tie off his little balls and lead him around the cabin like a puppy on a leash. Piss in his face. Whip his butt. And what about that saw horse down by the boat dock? I could bring that in and tie the fucker over it with his little bubble ass in the air and his little pink rosebud winking. We could be real asshole buddies. I bet ten to one this kid's never even had a finger up his pucker. God, I'm getting hot again." Hal stuffs his spongy meat back into the slack lips. "Time to give this camper another load of hot counsellor cream." He begins a slow, lazy pump into the warm mouth. "Maybe I should piss in the pup before I feed him again." He stops; his cock quivers on the tongue that's nursing at it. "Oh, jeez, ain't friendship beautiful!" The End.