Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 09:59:12 -0800 (PST) From: Phoenixboy Subject: Counselor Trey COUNSELOR TREY by Phoenixboy Every year from the time I was nine, I went to summer camp for two weeks in July. I always enjoyed camp, loving the wilderness and making new friends. When I turned fourteen, I knew that that summer would be my last year going to camp. The next year, I would have to get a summer job. I decided that I would make the best out of those two weeks, but never predicted exactly how good it would be. I was one of the older boys at camp that summer. Most kids stopped coming by then. However, I was small for my age, so I didn't stand out. Some of the counselors had returned from the year before and sort of remembered me, so they put me to use in helping with the younger boys. Many of those kids were scared and homesick, being away from home for the first time in their young lives. I helped them feel more comfortable and assured them that they would have fun. One of the counselors that I knew from the previous year encouraged me to do this and praised me for being kind when many boys my age would be mean to those younger than them. His name was Trey and was a nineteen-year-old college student. He was studying art, which he taught to us. He showed us some of his paintings and sculptures. They were very good. I don't have many artistic skills, so I appreciate talented people. Trey and I became friends, or as much as a counselor and a camper could be. He had lots of responsibility and I was always involved with some program set up for the boys. Occasionally, I would attend a seminar Trey taught, like the art classes. I looked forward to those times. But we also had our off-hours. Whenever I had free time, I would search for him and hang out with him when I could. The other counselors joked and called me his shadow. To be honest, there was more than hero-worship going on. There was something tender about Trey. He smiled at me gently, and it lifted my spirits. He often would drape his arm around my neck or place a hand on my shoulder. I loved that touch. He made me feel special. He was a good foot taller than I was, but was still basically a gangly teenager. He had not started filling out, so was very skinny. He had a little acne, but nothing bad. When he didn't shave, a spattering of brown whiskers appeared on his chin and his upper lip. It made him look very attractive. I was still a long way from shaving. I was only just getting a thin peach fuzz moustache myself. I had started puberty that past year, but was not maturing very quickly. My mom kept talking about when I would get my "growth spurt." It still hadn't happened yet, and I was beginning to wonder if it ever would. My voice was still cracking, but had a gruff tone to it. It was better than the squeak that it had been the year before. One day, I had just finished my day's activities, which culminated with a wrestling match in the mud. I was filthy and decided to slip off and take a shower before dinner. I carried my towel and clean clothes across the compound from the sleeping cabin to the building housing the bathroom and showers. I guessed correctly that no one else was using the showers. I started undressing when the door opened. Trey poked his head in. "Oh, I thought I saw you head this way," he said, then entered. "I hope I'm not disturbing you." "No, it's okay," I said. I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving my shaggy hair standing up in places. I didn't know if he intended to stay long, but the thought of undressing in front of Trey thrilled me for some reason. "Good. I'm organizing a hike for Saturday evening," he said, sitting on the bench across from me. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in helping me." "Sure," I said. "Sounds fun." I unbuckled my belt. Trey seemed a little nervous but sat where he was, apparently not planning to leave. "Great." He went on to tell me about his ideas for the hike. His eyes bobbed around uncertainly, but always came back to me. I looked him in the eye, but noticed that his gaze wandered down my body. I normally don't like undressing in front of others, but usually it's with other kids my age in P.E. class in school. I'm not particularly shy, but I do feel awkward showing off my body to other boys my age who are more physically mature than I am. But with Trey, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, I wanted to show off for him. I wanted him to see me naked. As he talked, I pulled off my shoes and socks, then unbuckled my belt. I noticed his voice catching a little. I was affecting him, and it gave me a thrill. It was a form of power, and I enjoyed wielding it. I dropped my pants and stood in front of him in nothing but my jockey shorts. "Maybe I should tell you the rest later," he said, but remained sitting. "No, that's all right," I said evenly. "I'm just gonna take a shower." With that, I yanked my underwear down. I saw with pleasure that his eyes followed the motion. My dick flopped out, at the same level as his face. His eyes widened a little, but he tried to control his reaction. My penis was not quite three inches long and was only recently getting thicker than its prepubescent size. A little tuft of dark hair rounded its base. My balls were still hairless, as were my legs. My scrotum stuck to my inner thighs. I opened my legs a little to get them unstuck. "Um, I figured we could set out right after dinner," he said, trying to keep his voice even. He wasn't doing a very good job of it. "Do you want me with you or in the back of the line?" "I want you, um, with me." I bet you do, I thought. I smiled. That winning smile of his returned. For a moment, we just smiled at each other, me standing naked in front of him. I headed for the shower. He followed me. For a moment, I thought he might join me in there. Instead, he stopped at the open doorway to the showers, which had twelve faucets sticking out of the walls. It wasn't unusual to find twenty boys showering together in the mornings. Turning on a faucet, I tested the water, then stepped under the hot spray. I found a bar of soap and lathered my body while Trey watched. I turned my body slightly so that Trey had a good view of the front of my body. I soaped up my chest and hairless armpits, then went down to my crotch. I lathered up my pubic hair and ran my hands over my dick. I normally don't wash that area for very long, but now I took my time. My hands lingered over my balls. With one hand, I slipped the soap down the shaft of my cock repeatedly, letting it roll over the head and back again so my pecker popped in and out of the cup of my hand. "Maybe we could take off in the middle of the hike and lose the others," I said jokingly. "I don't think that would be a good idea," he said with good humor. "I'd have to answer to their parents." "Oh well. Just a thought." I turned my back to him, then started to wash my ass. I let the soap slip into my crack, moving up and down the slit between my buns. I set about washing my legs and stole a glance at Trey. There was a considerable bulge between his legs. I wondered how big his dick was. Thinking about it made my own dick stir. It twitched a little, and began to stand up away from my nuts. As it grew, it poked straight out from my pelvis. I began to worry since no one had ever seen me get a hard-on before. But there was nothing I could do about it, so I just continued to wash, ignoring it. Trey obviously couldn't ignore it. He tried to nonchalantly tug at his crotch, then said, "Well, I'll talk to you more about it later. See ya." With that, he quickly departed. I was a little disappointed. In a way, I hoped he would strip and join me in the shower, though I knew that would never happen. When I heard the door close behind Trey, I got a bunch of lather in my hand and ran it over my hardening dick. It became very erect and I beat off, the excitement of teasing him like I did overpowering. I stopped when I heard someone enter to use the bathroom. I lost my erection quickly, which was good. It wouldn't be cool to have another boy see me in the shower with a boner. I didn't see Trey any more that evening. I wondered where he had disappeared to, and began to worry that my little performance had scared him away from me. I looked for him, but no one had seen him around. Bedtime came, and I was worried that I had screwed up. I replayed the events in the shower over and over in my mind. I really didn't do anything wrong. I was minding my own business when he came in to talk to me. I undressed and got in the shower. That was all. He could've left any time, but stayed to talk. Yeah, I soaped my dick a little too much, perhaps, but I didn't really do anything bad. Sure, my dick started to get hard, but that happens to all boys. You can't control that. The night drifted on. The other boys in my cabin were sound asleep. I dozed a little, but my mind kept waking me up. I was alternately guilty and excited. I still kept thinking what it would have been like if Trey had joined me in the shower. It was sometime after three in the morning when I heard a slight scraping noise. I realized it was the door to the cabin slowly opening. I recognized it from times boys, including me, needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and didn't want to disturb the others. I hadn't heard anyone get out of bed, so it must've been someone entering from outside. I was lying on my back, but my head was facing the wrong direction, so I couldn't see who it was. I thought of looking up, but decided against it. Something told me to pretend to be asleep. Light footsteps crept toward me. Then I sensed a shape standing over my cot. I opened my eyes just a little so I could barely see. An unmistakable figure stood in front of me. It was Trey. From what I could tell, he was wearing a camp T-shirt and shorts. What was he doing here? He leaned down to me and gently touched me on the shoulder. He whispered my name, then repeated it. It was as if he were trying to see if I was asleep, not trying to wake me. He hesitated, his hand still on my shoulder. I didn't respond but continued to pretend to be asleep. I was nervous, but excited. My heartbeat quickened and I tried to calm myself. His hand moved down my chest, lightly touching me. He moved his fingers over the blanket that covered me. Then his hand found the edge of the blanket and carefully wormed its way under. I was not wearing a T-shirt and felt his hand on my bare skin. I remained perfectly still. Trey's index finger found one of my nipples and circled it. I could hear his heavy breath. His hand crept down to my belly and he laid his whole palm over it. I controlled my own breathing. In and out. In and out. My mind was whirling. Trey was starting to feel me out! I guess I had more of an effect on him than I thought! I wanted him to continue and was afraid I would do something to scare him away. His fingers found my underwear. They paused again, then resumed their slow move downward. The fingertips touched my dick through the cotton and I heard his breath intake sharply. He traced the outline of my cock and I tried very hard to remain still. I willed my dick to stay down. His hand went back up to my belly. I thought he had changed his mind about this, but then his fingers wriggled under the elastic of my jockeys. Very soon, they brushed against the tip of my dick. I almost died! The fingers crawled over it and found my small patch of hair. Trey played with the hair for a little while, then touched my balls. He cupped my genitals gently, then set about fondling them. I couldn't help but let out a small moan. He froze. I covered it by moving slightly and letting out a short fake snore, then went still again. When he was certain he was safe, he resumed his fondling of my privates. My dick started growing stiff. There was nothing I could do about it. It didn't seem to frighten Trey any. In fact, he grabbed my boner firmly and began pulling on it. I opened my eyes a little and saw that his other hand was down the front of his shorts. In the dim light, I saw his arm moving rhythmically. As he was jacking me off, he was jacking himself off too! A short time later, he stopped and carefully removed his hand from my underwear. I wanted him to continue, but of course still could not react in any way. Trey slowly pulled the blanket off me, exposing my mid-section. He produced a penlight and shined it on my crotch, covering the light so it wouldn't disturb any of the other boys. My erection could plainly be seen through the tight underwear. He hesitated again, then cautiously lifted the elastic away from my belly to look at my dick. He peeled the underwear back so my hard cock was in plain view. What he did next surprised me so much that I nearly lost my cool. He bent down and started sucking my dick! I couldn't help but move my hips a little and moan, but I tried to do so as if I were still asleep. I guess it worked, or by that point Trey didn't care, because he continued with his blowjob. I've gotta say, that was the most incredible experience I had ever had at that point in my life. To feel his lips and tongue on my fourteen-year-old cock was almost too much to bear. I had only had two wet dreams in my life and had not been able to bring myself to climax by beating off, so I had not really experienced ejaculation prior to this night. But I felt my balls revving up. My dick hardened even more than it already was, if that was possible. I suppose Trey knew what was coming, because he bobbed his head over my erection faster and faster. Suddenly, I let loose. My hips arched and hot cum exploded from me into Trey's mouth. I opened my eyes wide. I just had to see what was happening. Trey was still bent over me, sucking away on my dick, which was already shrinking. He slowly pulled his mouth away, licking all of the semen that still clung to my dick. A string of the stuff ran from the tip to his lips. He wiped that away with his finger. He turned to look me in the face and I immediately closed my eyes, hoping that he did not catch me awake. I had a feeling it would be awkward. I didn't know if he knew I was awake, but I thought it was better to continue pretending to be sleeping. Apparently, he was satisfied, so he returned my underwear and blanket to the way they were when he came to me. He patted my cheek lightly, then left. Surprisingly, I fell asleep almost immediately. I guess I was exhausted. The other boys in my cabin had to wake me up the next morning. I guess I woke up with a stupid grin on my face, because one of the boys asked me, "What's with you? Have a wet dream or something?" If only I could tell him! I ran into Trey later that day. He seemed cautious, which is understandable, but I played like nothing happened. However, I stood a little closer to him and hung on him more than ever. When he put his arm around me, he squeezed my shoulder a little tighter than he had before. We led the kids on that hike after dinner. It was a blast, but it couldn't come close to what had happened the previous night. I was just happy to be near Trey. Not surprisingly, I couldn't sleep again that night. I waited up all night, hoping that Trey would return, but unfortunately he did not. I guess he thought that two nights in a row would be too much. The next night was the same. Trey did not show up. The night dragged on. I had a hard-on just thinking about his visit. I looked at my watch and saw that it was past three o'clock. He was not coming. I made up my mind. If he weren't going to visit me, I would visit him. I crawled out of bed and slipped my shorts and T-shirt on. I carefully opened the door so it would not make a noise, then tiptoed barefoot across the compound. The counselors shared a cabin, but there were only two people per room. Perks of the job. I knew which room was Trey's, and I also knew his roommate had a girlfriend in the nearby town and spent most of his nights at her house. Chances were I'd find Trey alone. Creeping up to his window, I peeked inside. The moon was shining brightly, so I could see pretty well into the room. One shape was curled up on a bed. The other bed was empty. I tried the doorknob. It turned easily in my hand. I opened the door just wide enough to slip through, then I carefully closed it again. This was it. No turning back. Trey slept on his bed, breathing deeply and regularly. He was curled up, facing the wall. I lightly put my hand on his shoulder, thinking about what he had done two nights before. He didn't stir, and his breathing continued normally. I slid my hand under the blanket, caressing his bare arm. I ran my hand over his back, which was facing me. I gathered my courage and let my hand wander down his back. Suddenly, I was touching his bare butt. He was sleeping in the nude! My finger traced his crack. My breathing came in hitches, and I had to work to control it. I was getting hard. There was no better time to go further, I figured, so I moved my hand up over his hip, then a little further. My finger grazed some hair, and I almost pulled my hand away. I knew better than to make any sudden movement, so I just froze. After gaining my courage again, I proceeded. My hand covered the hair, then touched some soft mass. I realized that was Trey's genitals. I felt the shape of his dick, which was very small. In fact, it felt smaller than my own. This somehow turned me on even more. My dick throbbed. I cupped my hand over his dick and balls and squeezed gently. I fondled him for a long while with one hand and fondled myself with the other. Trey stirred. I yanked my hand back and stepped away from the bed in a panic. I didn't know what to do if he woke up. I was ready to bolt out the door, but in an instant I decided that wouldn't be a good idea. After all, he had done the same thing to me two nights ago. I was just returning the favor. He rolled onto his back, but appeared to still be sleeping. I waited for what seemed to be an eternity to make sure he wasn't going to move. Finally, I put my hand under the blanket again. Soon, I located his penis, which was now longer. Perhaps the position he had been lying in made it seem smaller. I pulled back the blanket and finally saw what I had been touching. His penis was surrounded by a mass of pubic hair that seemed to swallow it. In fact, his dick was simply sticking straight up out of the hair, nothing more than the head exposed. It did seem smaller than mine did after all, though at that moment, my dick was probably the biggest it had ever been and pressed against my shorts tightly. After playing with his little dick for some time, the urge overcame me. I bent down, my lips a mere inch away from the tip. I stuck out my tongue and ventured a taste. It was strange, but it sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I leaned in closer, then placed my mouth over it. It was kind of rubbery, but had a distinct flavor. I started sucking, and found myself massaging his balls while I did. Trey's dick hardened as I sucked on it. It was definitely trying to compete with mine! It filled my entire mouth, touching the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down, letting the shaft slide slowly past my lips. I could feel the blood pulsing in his member. Then a hand softly caressed the back of my head. If it had been any more sudden, I would've pulled away immediately. As it was, it felt reassuring. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, then I looked up. Trey was awake and smiled at me kindly. His hand remained on my head. "That isn't exactly on the camp schedule," he said. I grinned at him. My relief was overwhelming. He pulled me down to him and embraced me tightly. "I guess this means you were awake the other night." "Yeah," I said, feeling the warmth of his body close to mine. He kissed my cheek. I nearly melted. "I was so afraid you'd wake up," he told me, sounding breathless. "I could've been fired...arrested. I was so stupid." "Is that why you didn't come back?" He laughed and squeezed me tighter. "Isn't that reason enough?" I hugged him back. "I wanted it." "Yes, I suppose you did." He ran his hands over my chest. I pulled off my T-shirt and he helped me with my shorts. I wriggled out of my underwear, then snuggled up to Trey, our naked bodies pressed together. He took hold of my dick, and I grabbed his. Our cocks became harder again, after softening with conversation. We kissed, long and passionately while stroking each other's cocks. I don't know how long we made out, but it was exquisite. Eventually, we were sucking each other's dicks, one at a time, then simultaneously. Somehow, we both kept from cumming. Kissing again, our tongues probed madly in each other's mouths. It occurred to me that we were essentially sucking our own dicks by this point. That aroused me even more, if that was possible. Trey and I stared longingly into each other's eyes. I loved him at that moment. I caressed his body and he did the same to me. It was joyous. We embraced. Then he gently urged me around to face away from him. We lay on our sides, and now he was behind me. He pressed up against me, and I could feel his hard cock slip between my legs. He pumped back and forth, and his dick moved wonderfully against my balls. Then the tip of his dick moved up into my ass crack. It pressed against my asshole. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. Trey nuzzled my earlobe, then whispered in my ear, "We don't have to do this." "Please," I exhaled. "Do it. Fuck me." The next thing I knew, there was a deep pressure against my ass. He pushed his cock inside of me. I moaned loudly, and he shushed me pleasantly. I relaxed my muscles, allowing his cock to slip easier in and out of me. He fucked me, and it was great. I was glad that he didn't have a big dick, though, because the pain was bearable and enjoyable, but any more would have been too much. He pulled out of me suddenly, then masturbated roughly. Cum exploded from him and he lay back, panting and exhausted. He kissed me, then rolled over so his back was to me. His intention was clear. I guided my cock to his ass. I was a little clumsy about it, but I finally was able to push it into him. He muffled his cry, then said, "Do it, pump, pump, come on, yes, that's the way!" I fucked him until I couldn't any more. Panting, I pulled out of him, then rolled onto my back. He grabbed my cock and jacked me off until I ejaculated. Semen sprayed over my belly. Trey licked it off me. He lay back next to me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next thing I knew, Trey was shaking me urgently. "Wake up," he said. The sun was just beginning to rise. The camp would be waking up soon. "You gotta get back to your bed before anyone finds you here." His roommate had not returned, which was lucky for us. I quickly got up, dressed, then kissed him hard on the mouth. "I love you," I said. An electric bolt ran through me when I said it, though I hadn't planned to tell him that. He grinned, then said, "I love you too." He kissed me again. "Get going." I ran out. For the next week, we met whenever we could. We slipped away into the woods in the afternoon. At night, I joined him in his room when his roommate was away, or we found a private place to hide away. We made love every chance we got. Unfortunately, my time at camp ended. It was hard for us to say goodbye, but we had to. Teary-eyed, we stared at each other, wanting to hug, but unable because of all the people around. My parents arrived, and I simply waved to Trey before driving away. I never saw Trey again. THE END Copyright Phoenixboy 2003 Please send any comments to phoenixboy000@yahoo.com