Toddxxx
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The summer after my Freshmen year of college I took a job as a counselor at a boys camp in Maine. It was a beautiful place on a large lake with a slew of cool activities for the kids - canoes, water skiing, ball fields, rifle range and even horses. The counselors arrived a week before the kids did for their orientation and for help with opening up the camp. Most of the counselors were college students like me, but there were a few older guys who had worked there for many summers. That week I was paired with Doug, a sophomore at U Conn, and we hit it off right away. We worked our butts off that week taking down the cabin shutters, moving mattresses out of storage and a bunch of other odd jobs that needed to be done before the season started.
One night after dinner Doug suggested we go for a swim which seemed like a great idea since it was so hot and humid. At the lake Doug shucked his shirt, jeans and boots on the dock and dove in wearing only his little white briefs. He swam out to a raft and shouted, "Are you coming?" I quickly joined him, but when I climbed out of the water onto the raft I couldn't help but notice how his wet underwear clung to his balls and cock, revealing to my surprise that he was totally smooth down there. He must have caught me staring at him, he smiled and invited me to lie down next to him, which I did. We talked for about half an hour about college, friends, ambitions and other stuff. It was fun, but also time to head back. The kids were due to arrive the next afternoon. When I stood up Doug put his hand on my shoulder and said, ""You got a sweet ass, you know that?" I quickly dove in and swam back to the dock.
That night lying alone on the bed in my cabin my thoughts should have been on the next day - checking in the kids and playing up to their parents. It wasn't! My mind was on Doug. Was his comment about my "sweet ass" only an innocent remark or was it an overture to something more? Was it arousal I felt seeing his wet briefs hugging his cock and balls? I've been questioning myself lots before this. I dated girls in high school but none my college Freshmen year. Dating was what guys were expected to do so I did it, but somehow it didn't turn me on sexually. In fact, I've never had sex with anyone. Sure, I jerked off regularly, but I wondered often if maybe I might be bi or, even worse, gay. I didn't want that. No, that wasn't me. But I masturbated that night thinking about Doug.
One night after dinner Doug suggested we go for a swim which seemed like a great idea since it was so hot and humid. At the lake Doug shucked his shirt, jeans and boots on the dock and dove in wearing only his little white briefs. He swam out to a raft and shouted, "Are you coming?" I quickly joined him, but when I climbed out of the water onto the raft I couldn't help but notice how his wet underwear clung to his balls and cock, revealing to my surprise that he was totally smooth down there. He must have caught me staring at him, he smiled and invited me to lie down next to him, which I did. We talked for about half an hour about college, friends, ambitions and other stuff. It was fun, but also time to head back. The kids were due to arrive the next afternoon. When I stood up Doug put his hand on my shoulder and said, ""You got a sweet ass, you know that?" I quickly dove in and swam back to the dock.
That night lying alone on the bed in my cabin my thoughts should have been on the next day - checking in the kids and playing up to their parents. It wasn't! My mind was on Doug. Was his comment about my "sweet ass" only an innocent remark or was it an overture to something more? Was it arousal I felt seeing his wet briefs hugging his cock and balls? I've been questioning myself lots before this. I dated girls in high school but none my college Freshmen year. Dating was what guys were expected to do so I did it, but somehow it didn't turn me on sexually. In fact, I've never had sex with anyone. Sure, I jerked off regularly, but I wondered often if maybe I might be bi or, even worse, gay. I didn't want that. No, that wasn't me. But I masturbated that night thinking about Doug.

And, very well told!! It's like I'm right there!





























