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One summer experience at camp

It's so good to have you launching into a new story. You know I'm a fan of your writing and you haven't let me down with this tale so far. Thanks
 
Okay, I promised some details of my first threesome encounter. :sex:

It never crossed my mind at the time that I was behaving like a total slut. I was just too excited to think about anything but sex. Lying there on Craig's bed with my raging cock pointed to the ceiling, even dripping a little cum, I watched expectantly as Craig and Doug stripped. Craig's tiny, red thong strained to contain his huge erection. Doug approached me on the bed. He took my cock in his hand, leaned over and licked the pre-cum off the engorged head of my penis. I moaned and reached for his cock, so smooth, familiar and inviting, and toyed with his balls.

"I think your boyfriend wants your cock", Craig volunteered. Maybe I somehow signaled my agreement. I don't remember in my heated anticipation of what I wanted to follow, but Doug and I switched positions. Oh how I love sucking him! I dove on his cock and engulfed it, eagerly working his magnificent meat with my lips and tongue. I gave no thought to my exposed butt until I felt Craig's hands on my hips. Craig rubbed his rock hard cock briefly along my crack, then repeated up and down my lower back. I wanted him! While vigorously sucking Doug I reached behind and spread my cheeks. Craig responded quickly. I felt his moist knob poised on my hole. With some gentle pressure he entered me smoothly and I moaned softly. Two cocks at one time!

Craig leaned over and whispered in my ear,"Doug says you are a terrific fuck. Yeah, nice and tight." I ignored the implication of his remark in the sheer delight of him satisfying my sexual desires of the moment. Craig fucked me hard, harder than Doug ever did. I could feel his balls slap against my ass with ever big thrust forward. His cock stiffened further, he paused and unloaded pulse after pulse of cum in my willing rectum. Still hard, he abruptly pulled out.

Doug remained erect and groaning in pleasure as I continued sucking his beautiful cock. "Not done?" Craig asked with a sly laugh, adding,"this little fag's tight ass will get you off as you well know." I must admit that I was surprised and disappointed that I hadn't been able yet to make Doug cum.

I released Doug's cock from my mouth. "I'm Okay with it", I stammered. Doug gave me a big grin and I laid down on the bed, legs up, asshole puckered. Doug didn't waste any time responding to my invitation. My already stretched hole accepted his penetration with ease. I loved how he fucked, so sensitive to all my needs. Slow, long strokes at first as he pressed himself against me, breathing heavily on my neck. He leaned up and took my swollen, dripping cock in his hand and pumped it to the rhythm of his faster strokes. We came at about the same time. Craig applauded at the sight of me shooting wads of cum on Doug's chest. What a jerk, I thought. We cleaned up as best we could and got dressed.

Lying in bed in my cabin that night I couldn't sleep. Lots of questions kept popping up in my mind. Craig's comment about me being "this little fag" really pissed me off. What had Doug shared with Craig, others too maybe, about our sex together? Marty certainly knew about me and Doug, now Craig too. Will I be targeted by other counselors in camp who Doug suggested were gay? Hell, I didn't even know who they might be. I finally feel asleep thinking about each of the counselors and wondering.
 
Is it possible that those questions will be answered?

Is our hero destined to become the camp slut?

Doubtless, these questions and many more have yet to be resolved!

Great story - thanks for sharing it with us.
 
Ah, Yes! Sweet memories of Camp! Those were the days!! (!)

"Camp Slut"?? Had I known what I know NOW, and not been so uptight, trying to be "respectable" THEN, I could have had even More FUN than I did!! #-o

Oh well ... Live and Learn!! (!w!)

Great Story!!! (group)

Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
Chaz ;)
 
Todd,
I think Autolycus has spelled out just about what I would have said, but he beat me to the punch by several hours.

A somewhat disturbing choice of words, that is certain.
Are we to learn the eventualities?

Thanks for crafting this tale for us.
 
wow! this story is like REALLY hot.. especially this time of year ;)
 
The next morning at breakfast I found myself checking out all the tables and trying to size up each counselor, wondering who might be gay. Hell, no way could I tell. There wasn't even anything telltale that I could recognize about either Doug or Marty and I knew they both were. The only exception seemed to be Duncan, the drama-music counselor, who worked at camp last summer too. Maybe it was the tight T-shirts he wore, I don't know. My mind, however, was quickly distracted when Craig sat down next to me at my table which really pissed me off. I sure didn't like everyone noticing the attention he was suddenly giving me.

That night after my kids had gone to sleep I looked around for Doug, but ran into Marty instead. "Hey Marty, you see Doug lately?" I asked and he pointed to Craig's cabin. "Shit!" I shouted and Marty sat me down on the bench next to him.

"This is not a place to develop exclusive relationships", he counseled. "Summer camps are magnets for gay college guys, you know. Lousy pay, but there are special benefits as you are finding out. A nice place to spend the summer between semesters. Play the field and enjoy the sex", he volunteered, then asked,"So how was it with Doug and you at Craig's last night?"

"That's none of your business", I relied curtly. "Sorry. I didn't mean that as it sounded." There was a long pause before I asked,"So then who are the other guys you think I should be checking out?"

Marty laughed. "So you did hear what I was telling you. Good! You must have your own ideas."

"Duncan?", I inquired.

"Now that's an easy one. Yeah, Duncan. He likes cock and has the hottest ass in camp. You think he's cute?", Marty responded.

"He seems Okay, maybe a bit nerdy. Guess it fits with the job, You know, drama and that stuff.", I admitted. "Hey Marty. I need to take a leak and get back to check on my kids. Thanks for the advice. I appreciate it." I headed off to the john.

I couldn't believe it when I opened the door. There was Duncan at a sink brushing his teeth. He was wearing only a white T-shirt and a tight, blue bikini with a nice wedgie that accentuated his round butt. I said "Hi" and pulled up to a urinal. I could tell that he was watching me. Our eyes met and lingered a few seconds too long I guess because he gave me a cute smile and a wink. I had trouble getting my rising cock back into my jeans. I felt my face flush. I was embarrassed and stuttered, "Got to get back to my boys", and made a fast exit. I humped my mattress in my briefs that night thinking about Duncan's ass in his little blue bikini. *|*
 
I had a raging hardon when I woke the next morning. I considered adding another load to my already cum-stained briefs, but the kids were stirring so I let it subside before climbing out of my bunk. At breakfast it seemed that every time I looked up Duncan was checking me out. When our eyes met I lingered intentionally and gave him a big smile which he returned. Outside Duncan caught up to me as I was ushering my boys off to their morning activities.

"I could use some help tonight after dinner with setting up the set for the kids' skits on Saturday. Can you?", Duncan asked.

"Glad to", I replied promptly. "It's my night off. Seven o'clock, okay?"

The day just seemed to drag on forever. After dinner I ran into Marty as I started down the hill to the amphitheater. "Night off huh! Off to the boathouse I guess", he said, with a sly chuckle.

I hesitated. What the hell. "No. I promised Duncan I'd help him with the set for the skits."

"Nice!", Marty exclaimed emphatically. "I could use some help too any time you're ready", he added, grabbing his crotch. "Have fun!"

Duncan was already there when I arrived. It took the good part of an hour moving the set around and hanging the stage curtain. We both were sweating profusely as we hauled the last box into place. "That's it. Thanks.", Duncan announced, offering me a high five. I held onto his hand. He smiled and I pulled him toward me. "Wait. Not here. Lets go to the boathouse."

That old boathouse mattress was still in place and I couldn't help but wonder how much action it had seen. We quickly stripped down to our underwear. Our mutual excitement was obvious. Duncan laid on top. He pried my mouth open with his tongue. I've never been kissed like that before. It was incredibly sensuous as our tongues engaged and explored each others mouth. My hands massaged his soft ass. He briefly played with my erect nipples before gradually working his lips down my chest. He gently rubbed my swollen cock through my briefs, then pulled them off. I moaned as he licked my balls, taking them one at a time into his warm mouth. When he began sucking my prick I thought I was going to cum prematurely. I pushed him off and rolled him onto his back. I slid his briefs off. He raised his legs and I knelt between them. The head of my cock was wet with pre-cum. He smiled when I positioned it against his ass hole. I leaned over on top of him as I entered him. The sensation was awesome! I wanted to fuck him slowly as Doug had done me many times, but he immediately started vigorously thrusting his pelvis. "Fuck me hard", he pleaded and I did. With each stroke his sphincter tightened on my engorged cock. I was too excited to last very long. My orgasm was intense when I finally released my juices in his hot rectum. Duncan had already cum. I laid on top of him until my erection subsided. We both were sweating.

"Can I count on you again when I need help?", he asked as we laid there side by side.

"You bet!", I responded. I leaned over and kissed him. He tasted salty. "Any time!" We held hands walking back up the hill to camp.
 
I really want to find this camp. Maybe that's why all the guys like working at the camp in my hometown during the summer.
 
Todd,
Very nice pair of chapters - my subscription indicator must get reset accidentally - I didn't realize I'd missed an installment.

I know my mind wandered to such things when I was on camp staff, but I never tried to explore who might be interested.

You definitely put an interesting chapter together!

Thanks for all your hard work.
 
I always wanted to be a Camp slut but was too shy back then... :( So now I am living it through this great story!!!! Thanks!!! *|*:sex:*|*:sex:
 
Summer camp had only a few weeks left. I didn't want it to end. I loved all of it. I liked working with the kids. Most of them were great and many, I thought, looked up to me as a role model. What would they think of me, however, if they knew what I do with Doug, Craig and Duncan while they were sleeping? Their role model was a queer, a fag? Those thoughts disturbed me, yet this summer surely was a personally liberating experience. I was gay! I acknowledged that. I liked being gay, although I certainly was not yet ready to come out to my family and friends at home. That 's something that must come later.

Marty had told me about summer camps being magnets for gay college guys, which definitely seemed the case here. He also said that it's not a good place for anything other than casual sex, not for making a committed relationship. "Play the field and enjoy it", or something like that, he advised. Well, that's not what happened to me. I fell in love that summer.... in love with Duncan.

I had always thought that sexual intimacy should be a sequel, not a prelude to a serious relationship. You need to get to know someone first before going to bed with them. Hell, who ever established a commitment with some cocksucker they encountered at a glory hole? Well, for me and Duncan somehow the reverse worked. We enjoyed sex first, then developed a wonderful friendship. I discovered only after our initial boathouse sexual experience that he certainly was no nerd. He a was smart, thoughtful and ambitious guy who also happened to be gay, which he had acknowledged openly even in high school. His folks knew and accepted him as he was. I envied that acceptance since I was distressed about the thought of my folks finding out out me. Duncan was about to start his Junior year at Amherst with a dual major - English Literature and Dramatic Arts. It was thrilling for me to hear him talk about what he dreamed about doing - writing plays, research in academia, traveling the world, working for a NGO in a foreign country etc etc. His enthusiasm was infectious. He was a dreamer that I found hard to keep up with, yet he expanded my own horizons just listening to him. We spent many hours after our kids were asleep talking, sharing, planning and dreaming, all of which formed the heart of our relationship as best friends.

Don't get me wrong though. Sex certainly was a major factor in our relationship. It was awesome, and I learned so much about genuine sexual intimacy from Duncan. Marty had implied that Duncan was exclusively a bottom, but I quickly discovered that he was skilled and experienced going either way. What we did together in the boathouse or in the grass behind the amphitheater varied depending on our moods and desires at the moment. We sought to please each other during every encounter. I so loved that about him. Plenty of sucking and fucking, but it seemed that we both especially liked protracted foreplay, and savored the enhanced orgasm that it yielded. His tongue exploring my mouth while I reciprocated was incredibly hot. Often we achieved a thrilling climax even without any penetration. Duncan said it was called frottage, a word I had not heard before. It was as satisfying as any penetration sexual experience could be as we laid and embraced together, sometimes still in out briefs, thrusting our pelvises together to achieve the maximum, mutual gratification we sought. I liked that! We were lovers!

The camp season was growing to a close. Duncan and I both had two weeks off before starting our next semester of college. " Hey, want to go to the Cape for a week?", he asked. "My aunt has a cottage in Eastham. It's close to Provincetown. You heard about Provincetown, right?"

"Yeah, I heard about Provincetown. " I replied. "I'm up for it."
 
Not only "Camp", but "The Cape", too??? My parents had a place in Wellfleet! (!w!)

Todd ... you're a Man after my own Heart!! (group)

Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
Chaz ;)
 
Todd,
A not unusual circumspection as they get ready for the end of camp.

Brief, but thorough, and segues us to their next adventure - a little one on one time in the sands of the Cape - I haven't been for years, but I still remember horseneck beach!

Thanks for the installment and the memories.
 
The final week of camp was a drag. The director offered a generous bonus to anyone willing to stay on an extra few days to help with closing the camp for the season, but Duncan and I were not interested. All we could think and talk about was spending a week together on the Cape. We had to go to Duncan's home to get a key to the cabin. He lived in a Boston suburb, so only a short drive to the cabin in Eastham.

Duncan's parents were great and I had to wonder how my folks would react if I ever brought a boyfriend home. They convinced us to stay for the weekend before we took off because they hadn't seen him all summer. I was okay with that especially when they suggested we sleep in the guest bedroom. Duncan's room had only a single twin bed and the guest bedroom had a queen sized one. Now that's what I call hospitality!

As soon as we dropped our bags in the guest bedroom Duncan exclaimed, "A real bed. Not that filthy boathouse mattress. Come on. I am so fucking horny." We undressed in a flash and hopped in bed. We both were so excited. We kissed and fondled each others body as our hard cocks touched. Duncan took my cock in his hand, stroked it a bit, then licked a drop of pre-cum from my slit. He rolled over on his back, spread his legs and smiled. He was primed for a good fuck and I was sure ready to satisfy him. I loved the feeling of that initial penetration of his tight ass. It made my entire body tremble with pleasure. God, was he horny. I barely had to move at all as he thrust his pelvis rapidly and repeatedly on my cock. It was four days since we last had sex and I was ready to explode, which I did. With me still in his sweet ass I grabbed his moist, throbbing rod and brought him off. "That was fantastic. I can't wait till we get to the cabin", he whispered.

The next day Duncan suggested that we go into Boston and shop for things for the Cape and that he had a speciality store in mind. I thought that he meant groceries, but I was wrong. His "speciality store" was an exclusively gay shop. "We're going to Provincetown remember. You'll be out of place there in that baggy swimsuit you wear", as we checked out the racks of very skimpy and brightly colored stuff. I was a little shocked with his choices, but finally consented to a light blue nylon Speedo and he insisted over my objections to also get us both thong bathing suits. Pink for me and white for him. "Shit Duncan. You want me to look like a fag!" "Don't worry. You won't be the only obviously gay boy on the beach", he responded with a chuckle and added,"Now lets pick out some sexy underwear for you". Oh man, what was I getting into on this trip to the Cape? :sex:
 
Todd,
That was a short, but no less steamy chapter.
Home for the weekend with VERY understanding parents, and a trip to the gay emporium for all manner of swim wear and under wear.

A nice transition to tide us over till we get to the Cape.

Thanks!
 
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