Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2017 02:33:28 -0500 From: last first Subject: Camp Counselor Greg This story is a piece of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I don't have an editor. I find proof reading tedious, so mind the errors. Any comments can be sent to lastfirst8001@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty. Hosting a site isn't free. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I hope you enjoy it. ----- It had been one week since I discovered masturbating and I had rubbed my dick raw. It ached all day at school, but I still went home and jerked off through the pain. The orgasm was my newest addiction. I had already discovered porn, which was delightful too. I loved the porn that featured my favorite cartoon characters. My latest kink was Dragonmoon x, which featured characters from the animes Sailor Moon, and Dragonball z. The main character of Dragonball z was Goku and his rippling muscles kept my undivided attention. I think even back then I knew I was gay. I was fascinated by the male body. I often google imaged terms like "penis" just to stare in fascination. Gay Porn frightened me mostly because I knew what watching it would make me; a fag. I wasn't quite ready for that, so for the time being I was satisfied with my "work arounds". Straight porn kept me excited and comfortably in denial. I saw a few gay clips but I never watched for too long, I convinced myself gay sex was gross and I could never go through with it. I didn't really feel that way of course, but creating a world in my head where that did make sense was easier than facing the facts. Where this story takes a turn was my first summer at sleepaway camp. Two and a half months at summer camp might seem daunting to your average 15 year old computer nerd, but for me it was a short vacation from my parents and their near collapsed marriage. I was in cabin 3B, and I was on the bottom bunk closest to the door. I figured if the place went up in flames I'd have an easy way out. Each cabin had about 20 kids in it with bunkbeds lining each wall and our counselor at the end. At this time in my life I did a good job at pretending to be a "normal kid". It helped that I wasn't really attracted to guys my age. Only older men interested me, so fitting in with the other kids was easy. Everyone would change next to their bed so I saw plenty of kids my age naked all the time. I remember sneaking a peek at a few of the boys but being pretty disappointed that they were mostly hairless like I was. There was a few kids starting to grow pubes but still, none of them really interested me. I was a pretty late bloomer by most standards. I had no hair on my cock or armpits, and I was pretty short too. While all the other boys started their real growth spurts, I was sorta just waiting for my turn patiently. When camp first started everyone would turn around shyly when they changed, but as the weeks went on it became something as casual as eating. Everyone was 14-15 so boners were abound. In the beginning a kid would spot one and shout: "so and so has a boner! Haha what a homo!". That joke got old pretty fast though, since in the morning pretty much everyone had one. Our cabins councillor, Greg, was the center of most of my attention that summer. He was in his late 30's, about 6 feet tall and in my opinion extremely good looking. He had short cropped brown hair. His hairline was starting to make an exit towards the top of his head but if anything it made him look more handsome and distinguished. A sparkling smile that I have trouble forgetting even now. He had a well built body, well muscled chest and arms. He was big on sports and constantly worked out. Nothing like Goku, but I still remember how his chest poked out in his tight staff shirt. Most of the girls and women at camp seemed to agree, and they'd constantly come up and talk with him. He always let the girls councillors come and flirt with him, he seemed to appreciate the forwardness, even though he was usually around 10-15 years older than them. Most of the councillors were 20-30, usually college or grad students taking a summer job. I imagined he got tons of pussy. Greg was a high school coach, who picked up the job to get out of the city for the summer and make some extra cash. My favorite times of day were in the morning and at night when he walked around in his boxers, and those seconds when he was changing his underwear. I tried my best to freeze time when he did it too no avail. Unfortunately my bunk position meant there was a sea of boys between our bunks, leaving me very little room to sneak peeks. If I casually walked to the bathroom I might get a glimpse of his bare ass as he changed but I usually pussied out. I only saw a glimpse of his ass a few times and it was more glorious than I had imagined. Sometimes he'd take his shirt off too, which I found to be almost impossible to ignore. His lightly hairy chest was something of an obsession for me. Sometimes he'd walk by in his boxers and I could see a nice bulge but never a clear outline. I did my best to not stare at his body constantly, but I'm sure I did a terrible job. If he did notice he never showed it whatsoever. I was hard as a rock most of the time around him, but I had picked up a little trick to hide it. I would flip my boner up into the waistband of my tighty whities. I unceremoniously called this trick "The Waistband", and after a while my dick seemed to have a permanent residence up there. As long as I maneuvered my body correctly my ailment stayed hidden, and Greg never seemed to notice it. Even when he wasn't around I was horny constantly. I was used to jerking off every night, and now I could hardly get off once a week in the bathroom. Me and Greg became fast friends at camp. Most of the other kids were boring to me, and Greg always had interesting CDs to share with me. I only had a few mixes and an Eminem CD but he humored me and gave my stuff a listen too. When I didn't feel like going out to play sports with the other kids he stayed and hung out with me for hours. I think he could tell I was a little on the nerdy side and didn't want me to feel out of place. I appreciated that, and I definitely liked that he gave me attention. He tried his best to get me to be active with the rest of the guys but sometimes I'd resist and pretend I was tired. If I did he'd lift me up over his head and carry me out the door, bellowing deep chuckles of laughter all the way. It became a little game between us when all the kids ran out to play. He seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world to throw me into the grass with my blanket still wrapped around me. He liked to rough house a lot with all the kids, and a lot of the kids looked up to his strength. He'd lift one kid with each arm, I remember the way his biceps looked like they might tear right through his shirt. The kids (myself included) loved him and constantly tried to get him to play favorites with them. One day after a bit of banter he started to wrestle with me. I laughed as I struggled and squirmed but eventually he had me pinned down with my chest to the floor. He had both of his shins holding down the backs of my knees and held my arms down at my sides. We were both in a fit of laughter but suddenly the laughing stopped, and it got very quiet. I couldn't see anything but I could tell something was happening. Suddenly I was rock hard. My dick was straining to get upright, pushing painfully off the floor. He kept his body perfectly still and I couldn't feel anything because his crotch was a safe distance away from me. I could somehow sense he was aroused too. It was almost as if I was suddenly keenly aware that he was looking at me in a sexual way for the first time. I could feel his eyes piercing through me. The silence was deafening, and that short moment felt like it lasted a lifetime. He quickly released me, stood up and walked back to his bunk without saying a word. I was still face down, longer than I probably should have been. After he was a safe distance away, I stood up quickly and scurried back to my bed to hide my shame. I buried myself face down in my pillow. I had no idea what just happened, but the silent exchange between me and Greg felt like a something amazing and terrible. Somehow, someway I had just been found out. Even though that was hardly anything, and as far as the world is concerned literally nothing happened, I consider that my first sexual experience. It was as real as a breeze that blows your hat off. Something unsaid, something chemical happened between us, I was sure of it. Why else would he just get up and walk away? It was almost like some sort of science fiction brain link happened between us. I didn't dare make eye contact with him. I somehow translated this strange and unique moment into something that was my fault. Somehow my little gay demon was rearing its head and causing mischief. And it's not like he did anything wrong either. That was some pretty standard roughhousing, not unlike something I'd do with my brother. The next day when everyone was changing I noticed him walking over to me. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and no shirt. I blushed and turned around immediately as I was changing. I was already sporting a morning wood that usually nobody seemed to care about but suddenly I felt like I was naked on stage at school. He asked me if I was going to come to soccer or if I was going to the computer lab. I stuttered through my response and he paused and said Okay. He waited a little bit longer before asking "You okay?". I turned around just enough to put on a brave face and said "Yeah, A-OK". He looked a bit confused but shrugged it off. I somehow managed to not peek at his naked chest right in front of me. I was typically pretty bold about looking at him and he never seemed to notice, but ever since that erotic pin I was incredibly shy. I was sure that he had noticed the little gay pervert living among him but he was acting completely normal. A week went by and I was giving him the cold shoulder. Out of the entire bunk you could say we were the closest. Most of the kids liked him, but me and him were actual friends. He seemed genuinely hurt that I was pushing him away. When he came over with his CD book to get one of his CD's back he offered me another one, but I turned him down. He seemed completely clueless about what was bothering me, and it was starting to make me worry that maybe this whole thing was just in my head. I was sitting in the computer lounge playing some Nintendo 64 and he sat down next time to me. The place was pretty empty, only a few kids clicking away on the other side of the lounge out of earshot. He asked if he could get in, and I shrugged and said sure. After a few minutes he finally spoke up. "Everything okay?" he said ""You've seemed pretty distant all week. Someone or something bothering you?" I denied, denied, denied. I told him I've just been thinking a lot lately and said everything was fine. "Well, if you need to talk privately about something that's bothering you, you can always just find me, OK?" "Yea, thanks. I will." I said "You will what?" he said smirking a bit "I'll come talk to you if something is bothering me". I said, returning the smirk. At this point I really was starting to believe I was just imagining this whole thing. Maybe he paused while we were wrestling because he was catching his breath, or just checking to see if he was hurting me. Maybe this whole interaction was just a projection of my "perversion". That night I finally decided to just let it go, and let everything go back to normal. I really felt bad that I was maybe hurting his feelings, and stupid for imagining this whole sexual moment. There's no way he got turned on by a little shrimp by me. He's got hot girl councilers knocking on the cabin doors at all hours. Soon everything was back to normal. I went back to changing openly, and Greg and I went back to being good friends. I was a little more conscious of hiding my boners around him. But as far as I could tell they were pretty much invisible to him anyway. "The Waistband" was working flawlessly for me, and I couldn't imagine the embarrassment of walking around with a tent in my shorts all day. "The Waistband" technique worked flawlessly until one day at the pool. We were all cooling off after a long day of basketball and Greg was in the pool tossing kids around as usual. I was rock hard in the pool, more so than usual. Having dripping wet and shirtless Greg grabbing me and throwing me around didn't help much either. After a particular grapple he ducked under the water like a shark and lifted me up with the flat palms of his hands. One hand on my chest and one flat against the top of my waist. I didn't have time to turn and he hoisted me into the air with my rock hard dick across his palm. Those few seconds in the air felt like forever as the weight of half of my body pressed down on my cock. It was the most unexpected burst of pleasure that I damn near came on the spot. He eventually tossed me back into the water. I spent a little longer than average underwater before I came up with what must have been the most shame filled puppy dog face. But when I finally had the courage to look up at him he wasn't shocked, disgusted or even giving em a snake like grin. He was just smiling at me warmly. As if just to say "Everything is OK, relax". I hadn't noticed I was holding my breath, and I exhaled so deep I could have collapsed a lung. Then he just charmingly chuckled to himself. I smiled, and probably blushed to a bright pink color. That was just sort of the way Greg was, he made you feel comfortable about everything, and I didn't interpret this as him being turned on but acknowledging it and giving me a nod. Like it just some guy humor between friends. After that I realized I did have a few questions to ask him. Ones that I'm sure most kids had. Questions about sex. While I did find him incredibly attractive, I suddenly felt mildly comfortable asking him some of the things that were bothering me. I mean, my body freaked me out, and I didn't understand it. The reassuring non mocking smile confirmed to me that I could trust him, and he'd probably understand. So, after the cabin emptied out the next morning I asked him if I could talk to him for a bit. "Sure, what's up?" he shrugged at me. Suddenly the panic set in. I freaked out, hyperventilating to the point of tears. He acted quickly and grabbed me by the shoulders and guided me to a nearby bunk to sit me down. He took the bunk across from me and waited until I stopped breathing hard to finally speak up. "What's wrong, man?". "Well, I just uhhhh... had a few questions that have been on my mind. About, you know..." "Girls?" he said. "Well, yeah but also other stuff". I mumbled "Like what?" he asked "Well. It's just the little stuff. I mean I learned a lot online but..." I trailed off "You really shouldn't use the internet for that kind of stuff." He said with half a laugh. "You should ask your parents about this stuff." "Well, I tried but my mom pretty much just told me about the birds and bees, but I already know about all that stuff. It's just the little details and stuff about the... sex.. Itself. In porn..." I trailed off again "And you should definitely not use porn to learn from. I mean you might learn a few moves but those are all oiled up performers. Sex is something two people who care about each other do to pleasure each other." he said almost in a whisper. "Oh... okay." I mumbled. I was a little disappointed with the bland answer. I was kind of hoping for some tips and tricks. But he seemed pretty determined to keep it tame. "Anything else?" He asked again "Well, It's sorta about that thing... that happened at the pool. I don't know why that happened. Sorry about that. I'm really embarrassed about it." He shook his head and said in a calm voice "If you're embarrassed about that, don't be. Stuff like that happens, it's natural." "It's just that it's almost like I'm always hard. Most of the time it just comes out of nowhere, so I usually just flip it up... into my-" "Waistband?" he interjected. "Yeah, I remember using that little trick a lot when I was your age. Hell I still need it sometimes." My mind was abruptly filled with images of his hard cock straining between his waistband and his stomach. My semi hard cock was suddenly at full mast. Luckily for me the angle I was sitting at didn't show much, but I still shifted uncomfortably. I mean I knew he had a cock but hearing him talk about his boner made it real. He continued "Random wood happen to every guy, but when you're 15 you pretty much walk around with one all the time." He leaned forward a bit and shocked me out of a horny daze. I realized I was staring at his crotch for a while, which seemed to be a slightly larger mound than before. Was he getting turned on talking about this? He shifted a bit not unlike the way I had a few seconds ago, but he kept his face as neutral as was it was before. This man either has a poker face or my imagination was absolutely out of control. "One more thing. What about...." my throat tightened up as I struggled to say it. "Cum... The guys in porn shoot tons of it, and it's all white, but mine is clear and barely any comes out at all." I realized I may have given TMI, but still Greg seemed unscathed by the conversation. "Well, that's a bit more complicated. So you know how puberty works, right? Well when you finishing going through it you start creating sperm, and that's what turns it white. But pre-cum is clear" He paused as if he may have said something he didn't want to. "Pre-cum?" "Uh.. you know" his poker face finally cracked and he started to squirm a bit. "It's the liquid that comes out, while... uh... you're using it to help smooth it out". "I mean, I notice a little bit, but it's not much. Will I make more when I'm older?" I asked "Maybe. But I don't really know. Everyone makes a different amount." he said "What about you?" I asked. "Do you make a lot?" I was starting to get pretty bold with my questions. Whatever crack I made in his composure was intriguing to me. He leaned forward a bit more and scratched his head. "I don't really think I should be talking to you about that..." he said almost in a whisper. "It's just that now that you mention it sometimes I get sore from you know... pulling on it." I said. He made an embarrassed chuckle and shook his head a bit. My face lit up a bright pink color. "What? I mean I thought everyone does it... that's what people say, right? And I've heard the guys talking about it.. I just-" "No no, it's true. Most people do it, I just didn't expect you to be so upfront about it." he said "Well... Sorry, I just thought you said we can talk about anything." I said "Of course we can. I just don't think your parents would like me talking to you about all the nitty gritty details. You should go ask them." He said with a finality in his voice. "I tried to, but... I don't know, it's weird with my Mom, and my dad isn't really the type I guess." I said with my head down. "I won't tell them we talked about it, I promise. As long as..." "As long as what" he said with a squint and a smirk "As long as you don't mention the porn to them... They'd definitely take away my computer." " Deal" He stood up and walked a few bunks over to his. He bent down and grabbed a case of cds and started walking back. As he sat back down I noticed a sizable lump in his shorts. He adjusted the position of his dick casually in his shorts. He flipped open the CD case and started idly flipping through them. ".As far as the sore dick thing. Try using some vaseline or cream when you.. Tug it." He made a jerking off motion with his hand. "Might help. Lots of guys use that to smoothen it out. And be easy on yourself. Don't want to hurt your equipment before you get a chance to use it." I turned a bright red again, and almost considered lying about being a total virgin. But there was no use, and for the first time, no shame either. I was a pre-pubescent, virgin computer nerd, and for the first time that was OK. "Thanks for the advice. Sorry if I made it-" "Weird?" he said, looking up from his CDs for a moment. "Not at all. I'm glad you came to me. I remember being young and being confused about all the changes my body was going through. I'm happy to help. Let me know if you have anymore questions." He picked up his head up again and burned a warm smile right through me. He picked a cd from the case and gave it to me. "Check this one out" he said. it's an old album but I really like the way they use samples. It gets a little slow but I think you'll like it. "Thanks" I said taking the CD from his hand. "oh" I said getting up quickly. My dick still semi hard, bouncing a bit. This time I wasn't embarrassed. I just walked over to my bed and took his CD out of my Walkman. "Here's your Tribe album back" I said. "I loved it. Got anymore Hip-hop like this?" "Sure do." he replied. He flipped through his book until he found what he wanted. He pointed to the CD. "Ah, Here it is." He said. "Oh yeah, don't forget to get that permission slip signed for the camping. It's next week, so make sure you send it out before the weekend." "Right, I wont forget." it wasn't a lie, I didn't forget, but I also didn't send the slip out. I hated hiking, and I'd rather get some peace and quiet here at camp for the day. Getting bitten by bugs all day and having to sing annoying camp chants all night? No thank you. When the trip came around that monday Greg came up to me as everyone was bustling to get ready. "Well since you forgot to get the slip signed even though I reminded you 4 times, you're the only kid in this whole bunk that won't be going." "damn" I said trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "And since I can't leave you here alone all day, I have to stay back too." "shit, I'm sorry" I mumbled. I actually meant it. Greg loved to hike, he kept mentioning how excited he was all week. I felt like a real asshole. "Can't you get someone else to stay and watch me?" "Trying to get rid of me?" he said with a smirk. "No, I just know you really wanted to go". "Eh, it's ok. I love to camp but camping with the bunk is a lot more babysitting than enjoying the outdoors. I'm kind of glad I get to pawn that off on Jim." he leaned in close to my ear and lifted a hand to whisper "That guy's a real asshole." I felt his hot breath on my ear. My cock twitched in my pants. "and staying behind and watching me isn't babysitting?" I replied "you're a lot of things, but you're not a baby." He said "psh. Like what?" "hmmm" he put his finger on the side if his mouth in mockery. "you're a little lazy..." he said. "aw c'mon" I responded. He laughed at me and slapped me on the back. "What do you want to do today... I'd like to get some swimming done." he said "I could swim." I replied, scratching my head. "Any interest in going for a run before we take a swim?" he asked. "Uhhhh... not really" I said "And you're not lazy?" he replied "Fine...but only because I feel bad about depriving you of your hike." "Good boy. Get dressed. We leave in 5" he said as he started peeling his shirt off and walking away. My cock twitched again. I really liked the way he called me boy. I don't know why. He turned and pulled on a sleeveless shirt. Flaunting his cut biceps with every move. He truly had a beautiful body. And every time the front of his shirt moved with the wind I'd get a peek at his bounding chest, and his small pink nipples. Greg took me out for a run around the entire camp. There was hardly anyone out. Most of the camp was out on the trip, only female campers and counselors were out and about. However only a quarter of the camp was occupied by girls, so the entire grounds was pretty empty. It was difficult to keep up but I did an ok job. We got to our bunk and I crouched down with my hands on my knees grinning with victory as I heaved deep breathes. I looked up to see Greg jogging in place with a snarky grin on his face. "One more to go!" he bellowed. "No way." I heaved. "I will die". I added. "Cmon. Break through the barrier buddy you can do it." "Ok, ok. I just need a second." I said trying to breath normally. "No breaks. Let's get moving." urging me to keep moving. I broke into a jog and kept moving. I was not used to running so much. Greg didn't seem like he was running as fast as he wanted, constantly slowing down to keep up with me. The man was a serious machine, you can tell he lived for this. I was barely surviving. I made it half way around before I broke down again. "What are you some sort of alien?" I joked at him as heaved for breath. "All you see here is 100% corn fed american human" giving his muscles a flex as he continued his jog in place. "I could probably carry you on my back a whole `nother lap." "No way. I'm 100 pounds." I said. "Hmph. you're light as a feather boy." he laughed. "Now I want to see if I can do it, hop on." He ran over to my crouching body and turned his back to me. He crouched on his heels and gave a thumbs to his back, signaling to get on. Suddenly I remembered that Pin and imagined his cock pressed up between my ass cheeks. His head leaning up against the back of mine. "You like that boy?" he whispered while nibbling on my ear. I shook my head and returned to reality. "You're kidding... right? I'm dripping with sweat right now." I said, starting to get redder. "Psh, so what. So am I. We're about to jump into the pool anyway. Stop being a wuss." My cock was already starting to come to full attention, imagining the stink of him up there. I would have an unavoidable boner and nowhere to hide it. "I don't know man. I mean.... I - " I Stuttered "Cmon dude." he said with his head half turned towards me. "I don't care about your boner. Maybe it'll help keep you on me." He chuckled. Was this guy for real? He really doesn't care? "Just pop it into your waistband and hurry up. Don't take all day, I'm losing my momentum here." he added. I obeyed put my arms around his neck from behind, and wrapped my legs around his back. He gripped my feet and bent his elbow snug around my legs. I tried to keep a distance between my cock and his back as I leaned my body weight on his but I couldn't help but graze his back with my hard cock as he maneuvered in his squat. He didn't flinch in the slightest. He stood up slowly as if doing an exercise. "Not bad, it's like wearing a mildly heavy backpack." he said as he took off into a jog. "Lean forward more, you'll pulling my gravity backwards." I did what he said but tried using my ab muscles to keep a little bit of distance between his back and my straining hardon. Eventually my abs gave out and I leaned fully into him. The burst of pleasure of my cock grinding up against his back was amazing. He didn't flinch or move at all, he just bounded slightly faster as I gave him his footing in gravity. Eventually I leaned forward all the way and got comfortable , resting my elbows on his shoulders and grabbing him by the chest to carry myself easier. The stench of him was intoxicating. I've never since then experienced such an overwhelmingly sexy smell. I got a face full of wet hair and his back and shoulders soaked my chest and stomach. He occasionally boosted me higher as I slipped down here and there, grabbing my hand as he did. I was essentially getting jerked off by his sweaty back while I soaked in his sweat and glorious smell. Every step was an incredible burst of pleasure. We made it all the way to our bunk and I was trying my hardest not to cum. Constantly trying to angle myself to keep my cock off his back when I was getting close. When we got to our door he dropped me off his back and walked in. I stood there like a deer in headlights for a few moments before following him. My dick was throbbing in my shorts, and I was trying my best not to look like a scarecrow still staring at him wide-eyed. He walked across the room and started undressing. "I knew I could do it" he laughed. "And now I feel as light as a feather." he said hopping in place a bit. "I feel kind of bad, it's almost like I stole your workout of from you to make mine better." "Nah" I responded. "I was not making that all the way around. That was pretty impressive." He started peeling his sweaty shirt off. Revealing his flat stomach and thick pecs. He was glistening, sweat covered his entire body. His biceps flexed as he wiped his shirt under his armpits to dry himself off. He took his shorts off and I saw his cock in full view for the first time. The sea of boys usually blocking my view were gone. It was beautiful. Long and thick, a giant dangling pair of balls. He had a semi-trimmed bush of pubes, he must trim it every now and then. He was hopping in place as he tried to slip his foot out of his soaking wet underwear and his dick bounced and swung around. I soaked in as much as I could before I forced myself to turn around and take my sweaty clothes off too. I was kicking my shorts off when I heard a bag unzip and then a few footsteps coming towards my bed. "Here, catch". He said. I turned around in just my underwear quickly to catch whatever he threw my way. He threw a bottle of lube into my hands. He was standing there shirtless in his swim trunks and flip flops. "Take care of that" he said casually pointing at my still throbbing cock, which was partially exposed at the tip of my waistband. My sweaty underwear clung to the rest of my dick which made my only piece of clothing pretty useless. I dropped one of the hands used to catch the lube to cover myself as much as I could. "Put it back in my bag when you're done." he signaled over to the bag still on his bed. "I've only got one bottle of that stuff for the whole summer and the store in town doesn't sell it. Can you believe that? They don't sell a single bottle of lube in that entire tiny town" he added. "How do these hicks get off around here?" He casually tugged on his cock which dragged my eyes from his beautiful chest to his crotch and finally to his eyes. He was giving me a curious smirk, I snapped out of my lust stun for a moment to respond. "Thanks" I managed, "where should I... you know" "get off?" he said matter of a factly. "there's no one around so you might as well just lock the front door and do it here." he said. "anyway, I'm headed to the pool. I'll meet you there when you're done. You can't just walk around with that steel pipe poking out of your shorts." He said pointing at my dick Handle that business" he said laughing. "Well at least until you get another one" Then he turned around and walked out, careful to not open the door too much as he walked out. Greg didn't stare or make me feel self conscious when I was changing around him, for that I really appreciated him. His approach to feeling comfortable with his own body and others made me a little more confident and less anxious about my body. His charisma was pretty infectious and I tried my best to follow suit, but I was still working through it myself. I walked quickly to the door and locked it. And took a few seconds to gather myself. Having my dick pressed up against his back as he bounded through camp was exhilarating and quite terrifying. Every curve of his body and that beautiful cock was burned onto my brain. It was at that point probably the best moment of my young life. I pulled my shorts off and squeezed too much lube onto my throbbing dick. I slowly walked over to his bunk and stared at the pile of sweaty clothes. I picked up his sweaty underwear and slowly pulled them towards my face. I hesitated at first but quickly pulled it up to my nose and breathed deeply. It was like taking in the holy communion. The crotch of his briefs smelled just like Greg did when I was on his back, but it was so strong that it sent a shiver that ran through my whole body into my throbbing cock. I wrapped a hand around my dick and only had to give it a few pumps before I had the most powerful orgasm of my entire life. It was so strong it gave me a cramp in my stomach. I finally opened my eyes and realized what I had done. A few drops of my clear cum had landed on the shirt that lay next to where I picked up his shorts. I was suddenly glad I was shooting so little. I assured myself he wouldn't notice it, but I swabbed a bit of it off with my finger anyway. Now that my brain was working again, I finally thought back to the events so far today. It had all happened so fast, and while I was pretty embarrassed (despite Greg's best efforts), I was also very thankful it had happened. It's like he had given a starving kid a loaf of bread. Maybe he was into me, I mean it still seemed implausible, but again nothing that just happened seemed to make sense. I imagined what his body would look like on top of me, and then suddenly the image of him fucking me rose to the top of my brain. Usually I'd wipe an image like that from my mind to avoid feeling gay, but after that orgasm I wasn't fooling myself. I imagined him fucking me like one of those porn stars. He looked better than any of the guys in those videos. How would I fit something as big as that big swinging cock up my ass? I looked down at the bottle of lube sitting on the floor and had an idea. I squeezed some lube onto my finger and slowly brought it into the back of underwear until I found my hole. I enjoyed rubbing around my sensitive asshole until I finally tried to push a finger in. It felt strange, and nice. It didn't hurt as it just felt uncomfortable. I thought about Greg's thick cock and my boner immediately returned. I took my finger out and put lube on a second finger. Trying to fit both hurt a bit at first, but once I got it in comfortably I tried moving it in and out and imagining it was Greg's beautiful cock plowing me. Bursts of pleasure from hitting sensitive spots caused my dick to lurch. I started jerking myself off with my other hand in sync with my probing fingers. I tried putting my fingers all the way in and hit what I now know is my prostate. Bumping into it caused me to cum almost immediately. A tiny little spurt of clear cum landed on the floor. I stood up and had a small anxiety attack. "Does this mean I'm a "fag" now?" I thought. I swelled up with fear. "Why did I do that?" I half said out loud. I paced around a bit before I realized Greg was still waiting for me at the pool. I closed Gregs bottle of lube and put it back into his bag. I picked up Greg's briefs and placed them back in the pile where he had left them. I went to the bathroom and washed the lube off my hands and dick in the sink. I tried to put those gay thoughts to the back of my head as I slipped my swim trunks on. I put on a pair of flip flops and left out the front door. My newly cleared head felt great. It was almost like I had relieved a pressure off my sinus, and the whole world seemed to smell a little better. I had a skip in my step as I walked towards the pool, despite the anxiety eating away at the back of my mind. When I finally made it to the pool Greg was leaning with his arms back on the inside of the pool, his muscled arms framed nicely on the lip of the pool. Sitting on a chair just outside the pool was Rachel, a beautiful camp counselor in her twenties. She seemed to be of jewish descent, her large breasts framed by a bikini. She was by almost all standards drop dead gorgeous. She had a great sense of humor and often came by the cabin and chatted with me and Greg. She seemed like a nice person, she'd always flirt with Greg when she thought nobody was listening. Nothing too forward, but always going out of her way to compliment Gregs body, and asking for tips on exercising. I would often wonder if they had ever fucked. They didn't notice me pass through the gate so I took the opportunity to cannonball into the pool with a big splash. I came to the surface to see them laughing as Rachel shook some of the water off her. "There you are" Greg said to me. "This guy tuckered out and had to take a nap after I took him on my run today. How'd the rest go sleeping beauty?" He said with a wink. "Oh- uhh..." I said quickly processing his cover. "Not bad. Though you barely tuckered me out. I just didn't sleep much last night." I added lamely. "Psh, well. Maybe you'll finish the two laps without stopping next time." He said teasing me. "Next time?" I asked returning a smirk back at him. "Oh yeah. You can't give up that easy. Plus I'm in desperate need of a running partner." "We'll see." I said grinning. "You should take me too." Rachel added. "Someone needs to get me off my lazy ass." "Sure thing." Greg said. "We'll pick you up on our way around tomorrow morning. Well at least I will unless this boy wusses out." "Yeah. Yeah." I said. "I'll be there." "Sounds good. I should get back to the girls, it's nearly lunch." she said standing up. "Oh, you should try to make it out to bended peak around midnight. A few of the other girls are meeting up for a fire." "Mmmm" he said scratching his head. "I'm the only councillor that can watch him." He said glancing over to me. "So I can't, sorry." "Bring him" she said. "He's a cool kid." I liked the compliment, but I was a little frustrated they were talking about me right in front of me. It sucked feeling like a kid. "Yeah, but you guys are going to be... you know" he said taking a swig from an imaginary bottle. "I'd be getting myself into a lot of trouble." She batted her hand. "Oh please." she said. "I won't tell." I said "it's not like my parents don't have a drink in front of me every now and then." I lied. My parents never drank in front of me unless it was some big family party. "See?" she said gesturing towards me. "Plus, we're only having a few beers. It's not like we're throwing a rave. And it'll only be me, Kayla and Jessy. Loosen up coach" she said mockingly. "We'll see." Greg said crunching his eyebrows together and rubbing his chin while he thought. "Well, either way. That's where we'll be. I'll talk to you guys later." she said as she left the pool. Once she was out of earshot. He perked up. "So, how was it?" I reddened at the question. "It feels good to use lube right? Once I started using it, I couldn't go back. It feels too close to the real thing." He put one hand under the water and adjusted his crotch. "Yeah... " I said looking down. I looked up to his eyes and tried my best to match his casual tone. "It was pretty great. Thanks for that tip. It would probably make getting off in that filthy bathroom a little easier." "Tell me about it." he said "well you can borrow it whenever you want, I'll pick you up your own bottle if I find it in town somehow. If you want to borrow it again just let me know. Just... don't men-" "Yeah I know." I interrupted. "I'm not some kind of tattle tail. It stays between us, promise." "pinky swear?" He said grinning as he lifted up his pinking towards me. I swam over and put my pinky out towards his. "pinky swear". I said giving his pinky a firm shake. The rest of the day was spent leisurely. Before long it was dark out. I spent most of the day laying around leisurely. Greg tried to teach me to play chess so he'd have someone around to play with but I got bored after two games. Back at school he'd stop by the chess club a few times a week to get a few games in, so he was pretty good. I thought it would be a good time to bring up the campfire in a few hours. "Are we headed to bended peak to meet Rachel? She seemed pretty excited to see you." I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He chuckled and responded "No way. You think i'd let those college girls loose on you? Who knows how they'd corrupt you." "Psh, give me a break." I laughed "Maybe we'll go. Are you up for it?" he asked "Why not?" I played cool. "It's not like I'm going to be trying to sneak drinks or something." "I know." He said casually. "But you can't mention to anybody you went. You'd probably get all 4 of us fired. If a rumor even starts." "Why would I do that. Of course not." I said "Alright then. Wear long pants, the mosquitos are vicious out there." "Good idea. " I said going back to my game. I pretended not to be checking the time but as midnight approached I got more and more excited. I wanted him to be the one to bring it up. "Alright. I guess we should start heading over there." "Sounds good." I said I rolled out of bed and started picking out my clothes. I picked out my favorite hoodie and a pair of jeans. I changed on the side of my bed so that I was facing Greg's bed, and made a point to change openly. I slipped off my shorts and underwear. I walked around remembering to take a clean pair of underwear out of my drawer. Greg had already gotten up too, dropping his shorts and underwear in one swoop. I watched him pull his shirt over his head as his hairy and toned torso was revealed. I was hard pretty much instantly, as usual. I didn't stare at him after he pulled his shirt over his head but when I looked up again he saw my head turn and looked at me too. "Do you remember how to get out there?" I asked. Trying to appear casual. "I think so" he responded. Absently mindedly shaking his balls a bit with his hand and he reached for a pair of underwear. I did the same to myself as I bent down to pull my underwear up. "It's down past the mess hall" he added. I grabbed a clean shirt and the one I was wearing and walked over towards him. He turned naked to face me. "What do you think? Keep the black tshirt or wear this button up?" I asked. He was still naked with a pair of underwear in his hand. "Uhhhh. Wear that one. Looks good." He said pointing to the button up. "I'd offer you one of mine but I have a feeling I'm a few sizes bigger than you." He said as he held up his shirt over me to compare its huge size to me. He chuckled at me and I smiled back. He still hadn't put any underwear on, and I took those few moments to soak up his body and his cock. "Thanks" I said "I figured." I walked back to my bed and finished changing. We entered the path and walked for 5 minutes before seeing the campfire in the distance. Bended peak was one of the places you could safely set up a bonfire on the camp grounds. The girls were next to each other on white plastic chairs, a case of beers sitting on the camping table behind them. Rachel spotted us coming and waved at us. "Hey!" She said. She put the beer in her hand down and walked over to hug us hello. She smelt like faintly of perfume. Her breasts pressed into me as she hugged me. I reddened a bit and returned the greeting. Kayla and Jessi were still sitting by the fire. They both had a beer in their hands as they waved at us. They were pretty girls, not nearly as pretty as Rachel, but they carried themselves well. I'd imagine most guys would think they were attractive. The fire was already alive and we pulled chairs up next to them. Rachel handed Greg a beer and he accepted graciously. They didn't acknowledge me, probably trying not to make me feel bad about being the young one here. "This fire looks pretty healthy, you girls build it all on your own?" he mocked. "Hmph please, I could set this fire up faster than you can tie your shoes." Jessi replied. "Easy there, was only teasing." Greg chuckled. We laughed and joked for a couple of hours. They included me in their conversations and treated me like an adult. I was brimming with excitement at being treated like an adult, but I did my best to play it cool. They made it easy though, never picking on me like other adults do. I really appreciated them, it was a breath of fresh air compared to the way I was feeling at home. My older siblings never hung out with me like this. Before I knew it, everyone was on their 4th or 5th can of beer. And they started laughing loud and the energy felt alive. Kayla started talking about her boyfriend problems and they all chimed in with advice except for me. "Why don't you just dump him if he's such a headache." Greg said. "There's plenty of nice guys out there for a pretty girl like you." Greg put an arm around me nonchalantly, I leaned into him to meet his arm halfway, resting his head against his shoulder. "and what about you?" Kayla asked "huh" Greg said cocking his head a bit "No no, I'm not asking you to fuck me" she said, laughing. I laughed with everyone even though I wasn't sure what I was laughing at. "Do you have a special lady in your life." she asked "No no" Greg said. "I was seeing someone but it ended up not working out." he said with a frown. "You'll find someone new too." Kayla said. "A handsome guy like you can't stay single for long." I saw Greg blush a bit. I realized that was the first time I had seen him blush. Maybe the beer was breaking down some of his seemingly impenetrable exterior. "And what about you?." he asked. Kayla reddened at the compliment. "And what about you. I haven't heard of you browsing the market since you started working here." she said taking a swig out of her beer. "Got a pretty girl waiting for you at home?" "Nah." Greg said taking a swig of his own "I'm just not the kind of guy to sleep around." "Ahh. Handsome and a gentleman. I see." Rachel said openly flirting. Greg just gave her a smile and a wink. "Will you two get a room already" Kayla said with a touch of jealousy in her tone. "What about you little Romeo" she said looking at me. "I bet you've got girls all over you." Rachel was obviously trying to change the discussion, but I really wish she didn't point it at me. "I uhhh... girls aren't really interested in me." I said looking down at the fire, which was starting to fade slightly. "HA. Yeah right" said Jessi "half the girls in my bunk can't stop talking about you." she put her hands together next to her cheek and tilted her head in mockery. "Oh, he's so cute." she said imitating one of the 15 year old girls in her bunk. "I want him to be my first kiss." They all laughed and I turned bright red. "Poor kid, he has them in the palm of his hand and he has no idea." Rachel said. Greg leaned over to me and put his thick arm around me. I could smell the beer on his breath. "Hey just because he's attractive doesn't mean he needs to be some kind of player" Greg said. I turned a brighter shade of pink at Greg's compliment. Everyone's eyes were on me, and with it came a crippling anxiety. Greg gave me a firm pat with the hand that was around my shoulder, and I felt a bit better. "He'll be dropping panties as soon as he's ready. " Greg said "Let the kid have a drink." Jessi chimed in. Greg chuckled "Have you ever even had beer before?" He said "Nope." I said honestly. "I've had wine before but beer is different right? It's more like a soda?" "mmm sort of." Greg said. "Here try it." He offered the can to me. When I put it to my lips I could taste Greg's spit. I took a swig of the can and let the flavor settle. Drinking it warmed my stomach up "Not bad. It reminds me of ginger ale. It's almost bitter." I said "Finish that one." Greg said. We sat and talked for another hour. I sipped my beer, and when I finished I asked for another one. They hesitated but eventually gave me one. Halfway through my second beer I started to feel a buzz. Greg had one more and we all talked and joked until finally Greg said he was heading back. It was around three in the morning but I was still wired awake. I was feeling a little buzz from my beer. It was nice, like I was sitting in a hot bath. Greg was somewhat drunk too. He wasn't slurring but he was very animated and talking louder by the sip. "How you feeling buddy?" Greg asked. "I don't have to carry you do I?" "I think I might be the one who has to carry you." I said "Me? Naw, this is nothing. I've been drinking a long time. I'm just a little buzzed." Greg said. "I'll take the carry though." I said "Lazy ass kid." he mocked. We all said our goodbyes and headed to our sides of the camp. As we were walking back we slipped into a silence. Greg cracked the silence wide open. "Don't let the whole world convince you to pretend to be something you're not" Greg said "huh?" I said. My face getting more and more red as I realized the bomb he might be about to drop on me. "I mean. Just don't listen to what everyone says. Just be yourself. You're a great kid." Greg said. He put his arm around me. "Thanks" I responded. "and you're a great adult." "Who says that?" he said laughing at me. He made some sort of growl as he scooped me off my feet and held me up almost like a baby. He placed one hand between my shoulders and one hand firmly on my ass. "You make a great free weight too." He said curling me up slowly up to his nose. "Who needs the gym when I have my very own lazy bones." We were both laughing our heads off. I loved when Greg carried me. He did one curl before he slid me down his wrists until I was resting between his forearms and biceps. In one clean motion he nuzzled his nose under the bottom of my shirt until his lips met my stomach and blew a fake fart noise. I'm a pretty ticklish guy so I started squirming as I laughed. I was rock hard in an instant but I didn't pay it any mind. It's nothing Greg hasn't seen before. So I just let it be. We finally approached the bunk and Greg let me down. He unlocked the door and walked in. I took my opportunity and ambushed him from behind, jumping on his back and putting him into a play headlock. I was dangling from his back like a cape. He flipped me around and we held each other at the arms. "You fight dirty." he said. We were both chuckling and breathing heavy as we wrestled. He didn't give all his strength of course, only enough to make it fair. His breath smelt like beer as we struggled head to head. He pushed me on my back and we rolled around on the floor together. My boner was rubbing up against him as we wrestled, and when his crotch brushed against me I could feel that he was semi-hard too. We continued our rough housing until I ended up pinned face down with my hands held at my sides. That's when it happened again. That same feeling we shared during that first pin became fresh in my mind. His knees rested on the outsides of my legs, his arms held onto mine. Our heavy breathed laughs slowed down until that tense pressure lay between us like a thick fog. Slowly I gained the courage to back my ass towards him. Until the crack of my ass met his thick hard shaft. It was like a bolt of electricity. He groaned with pleasure as his cock throbbed. He rocked back and forth, pushing hard against my ass. I rocked back with him, soaking in as much of the moment as I could. He paused. "You ok?" he asked me. "Yes." I responded almost too quickly. "I'm horny as hell." I said "Me too buddy." he said. He reached around and gripped my straining boner. I gasped and leaned my head back as his cock strained in pleasure. He slipped his hand into my shorts and his hand wrapped around my rigid cock. He put his chin on my neck, and nuzzled my face. His short bristles after a few days of not shaving rubbed with my face. I melted into him, and as he continued to rub his cock between my ass cheeks I imagined what it would feel like to have his full length and girth inside me. He whispered in my ear. "You want this right?" He thrusted a bit harder into my ass cheeks. "Yes. So bad. I don't know why I'm a fag... but I am." I said "Hey, don't talk about yourself like that. Ain't nothing wrong with being gay. Just because you might have to hide it from everybody doesn't mean you have to hate yourself." He said releasing my cock and moving his hands up my chest. "Have some confidence." So I did. I turned around and faced him. I looked him in the eye and I moved my face close to his. I still smelt a bit of beer on his breath but he didn't look wasted. He just looked back at me with rosy cheeks and a straight face. I moved my cheek next to his and put my hands around him as I rubbed against his short bristles. I got close until my lips met with his and gave him a long kiss. The kissing became more intense in bursts until he pulled away for a moment. "Let's take off all these annoying clothes." he said. I shook my head in agreement. He took an extra second to read me as I wasn't being very vocal. Sensing this I chimed in, my voice cracking slightly. "yeah". We both stood up and started peeling off our clothes. He pulled his sweatshirt and shirt off and pulled his pants down. I did the same, leaving us both in our underwear with tents in our shorts. He stepped forward and kissed me, engulfing his body on mine. "You know i'd get in a lot of trouble for this." he said seriously "Why?" I asked "Uhh. well you're a minor." he said "Well yeah, but why would I tell anybody and get you into trouble?" I said "Good boy." He said "Can I?" I asked, pointing to the thick cock tenting his underwear. "Uh, yeah" he chuckled. "Help yourself." I got on my knees and pulled his underwear down. His cock was beautiful. Thick, long and veinless. He was uncircumcised, unlike me. I grabbed it by the base and pulled it against the side of my face. Soaking up the smell and slowly licking it. He kept his finely pruned, just a small patch sitting above his shaft. I put the tip into my mouth and got a full blast of flavor. It was salty and intoxicating. He groaned and put a hand on my head. Patting me affectionately when I did something good. He paused my head with his hand and asked me to watch my teeth. "Thanks coach." I said seriously. This seemed to turn him on a lot. He paused me again after a few sucks. He leaned back from me and I noticed how heavily he was breathing. He was probably close to cumming but wanted to stop. He sat down on the floor and pulled off his shorts with one hand. I got a glimpse of his asshole as he got his footing. This view of him was amazing. He wagged his throbbing cock at me and I bent down to indulge again but he stopped me again. He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me around so I was ontop of him backwards. As I straddled him he gripped my thighs and put my cock in his mouth. I wasn't a small for my age but he took my entire cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and before I knew it I was cumming. I tried to warn him but it came so abruptly. He noticed me gasping as I approached but instead of taking his mouth off he pulled it even deeper in his throat. He swallowed my small cumshot. All this happened and I entirely forgotten that I was sucking his cock. He literally sucked me into this other world. It happened so fast but it was so much mind blowing pleasure. When I finally came to I saw his cock still hard between his legs. I eagerly reached for it and began sucking again. I realized it was actually quite hard to properly 69 because of our size difference. I heard him lick his finger and then I felt him touch gently around my asshole. "Do you want me to touch you here?" He asked. I took his cock out of my mouth for just a second to respond. "Yes please." He prodded around until I felt something soft and wet. It felt amazing. He was giving me my first rim job, and it felt like heaven. He poked his tongue into my ass, using his hands to spread my cheeks. I opened up as much as I could for him taking his tongue as deep as he could go. My cock was hard again and throbbing. I knew it would be painful but I needed to ask. "Could you fuck me? I'd really like that." I said He took a moment to answer. "I don't think you'd like it. It's going to be painful. Why don't we just get off. We can always try that later. " "but you'd want to, right?" I asked "I would enjoy that a lot, I just don't think you could handle it." Greg said. "well, I just..." I trailed off "this isn't a drunk mistake, I just don't think you realize how hard it'll be to take all of this." he said motioning to his cock. He was right of course. He would have split me in half. "No more with the frown" he said. "I'll fuck you when the time is right." "Alright." I said. I was disappointed, but I still had no right to complain. I had Greg's tongue deep in my ass, and his throbbing cock in my hand. I took his dick into my mouth as deep as I could. Greg stuck his tongue back into my ass, I could feel his heaving breaths and short facial hair. I came almost instantly, all over his chest. He patted me on the ass. "Good boy" he said. I felt his hand reach underneath me, take a swab of my small load and put it into his mouth. "I'm close. Do you want my load down your throat?" "Mmm hmm" I said, his cock still filling my mouth. He slide me off him and got onto his knees. He turned me around and jerked his cock into my face. I stuck my tongue out and let him rub his piss slit against my tongue as he massaged his cock in a swirling motion. He jerked himself off to completion, cumming a massive load into my mouth. It overflowed despite my best efforts. It tasted a lot like his pre-cum, but a lot saltier. I savored it, and swallowed a bit that landed near the back of my throat. He grabbed me before I had a chance to wipe myself and kissed me deeply, swapping his own load into his mouth. He broke the kiss. "Not bad." he said "for your first time, that is." "uhh... thanks." I said. "I don't think I'm that good at sucking you off though." "I've had worse, believe it or not. You did a good job. I can give you some pointers if you want." he said "Why are you so good at it?" I asked "Because I'm gay, silly." he said "You are?" I said, shocked. "but you seem so... straight." "What exactly does straight seem like?" he asked. "You don't seem very feminine either. Every guy is different." "Does anybody know?" I asked "A few of my close friends, but not many." he said "Why do you hide it?" I asked "Well, I don't want to lose my job. The world's not very friendly to people like us sometimes." he said. "have you ever, you know... been with someone my age?" I asked "Not since I was your age. No offense but I'm not really that into young guys most of the time." He said "oo.. ohh." I mumbled. "I just really like you. I know I shouldn't have done it. But I don't regret it. Do you?" He asked "No" I responded quickly. "that was probably the best thing that's ever happened to me." I said. I was immediately embarrassed by what I had said. How lame! "I enjoyed it too " he said. "come here" he said opening his arms a bit to embrace me. I crawled towards him on me knees and gave him a hug. He pulled me close to him and squeezed me. I breathed him in deeply, and exhaled, my face resting on the top of his pec. His semi hard wet cock pressed against my belly. He moved his hands down my back and felt my ass. My cock was hard again instantly. "that thing really doesn't quit, huh?" he whispered into my ear. "Not when you're around." I said He gripped both of my ass cheeks and gave them a solid tug, pulling them apart. I felt a cool breeze touch my hole. I could feel his cock getting hard again too. He put a finger on my hole and rubbed it in a circular motion. "You still want to try getting fucked?" he asked. "Yes... definitely." I said "Hmm. We'll see." he responded. "you're too tight. You might not care about how much it'll hurt, but the last thing I want to do is hurt you." "I can handle it." I lied. "hmm, maybe." He said, thrusting his dick into me a bit. His cock was pretty stiff again. He took the finger off my hole, popped it into his mouth and put it back on my asshole. I pushed against his finger a bit eager to have him inside me in any way possible. He slowly got the tip of his finger in. I winced a bit but it didn't hurt that much. "If it's too much I'll tell you." I said, squeezing him in my arms. "are you sure?" he asked "yes" I responded quickly. He patted me to signal he wanted me to get off him, so I rolled off his stomach and chest and sat kneeling on the floor naked. I felt a little embarrassed as Greg walked to his bunk and opened his bag. He grabbed the bottle of lube and brought it back. "get off the floor and come into my bed." he said. I did what he asked and walked towards him. When I got close to him he picked me up and held at his chest. My legs were wrapped around him. My ass floating just a few inches from his cock. He laid me down back first on his bed and put his arms under my knees. He reached up and put his lips to mine. His mouth tasted salty. His dick head brushed with my asshole and it brought a shock of electricity through me. My dick throbbed. He leaned back and stood over me. This was probably my favorite view of him. His body looked amazing towering over me. I soaked up every moment like it could be the last. He popped open the bottle of lube and poured a glob on his fingers. He touched his fingers to my hole and it felt cold and kind of strange. He rubbed a finger around and finally started to enter me with a finger. It was a sharp pain at first, but as he eased in it felt just like it did earlier today. He took his other hand and gripped my boner which was throbbing with every movement. "I've got to get you ready if you really want to take this" he said. He slipped a second finger in and it hurt less than the first. He poured some lube onto his other hand and jerked his fat cock. "I can take it" I said. I was lying, I didn't know if I'd be able to take it. But I'd sure as hell try. He took his fingers out and put the tip of his cock at my asshole. He rubbed his head around it, teasing me with it. I wanted to practically beg him to put it in. He started with just the tip, slow and steady. He pushed it only a bit until he got his entire head in. He stung a bit, but not as much as I was expecting. He kept moving it in, watching my face for any reaction of pain. I saw this and tried my best poker face. Even if it hurt a bit, there was no way I wasn't taking it all inside me that night. He got up to his second inch when it started getting painful. I mean, it was just so wide. He noticed a bit of pain and stopped "You ok? Want me to stop?" he said. "Oh god no. You better not." I said. He kept moving forward. Part of me wished he'd just stuff it all in and get the pain over with. I didn't know at the time just how awful that would have been. Thankfully Greg was taking care of me. As he was moving in, I felt the entirety of his dick fill me up. I got used to the dull pain, and when he finally reached my prostate his cock head squeezed it. My dick lurched and I moaned in ecstasy. He bent over and gave me deep and long kiss. He pushed the rest of his cock in me and his short pubes pressed against me. Nothing has ever felt quite as good as being completely filled up by Greg's bare cock. It was just so satisfying. "How's that feel boy?" He growled. "Perfect." I said