Gay Erotic Stories

The only light was the moon peeking through the trees. I was here at Counselor Camp learning how to be a counselor. It sounded like a glorified baby-sitting job. But the pay was okay and I got to spend the summer outdoors. There were twelve guys and two trainers here for two weeks of intense training. Two guys per cabin. I had lucked out and gotten the redhead. He was my age and here for his first time too. By lunch the first day, we had all stripped down to shorts and shoes. Jared had the palest skin I had ever seen: not a single freckle, just milky white skin. His body was in fine shape, as were all of us. Ranging in age from nineteen to twenty-two, we were all at our best. I was glad to see the day come to an end. I dropped my shorts on the floor and slid out of my briefs. Propped my head up with a pillow and felt my muscles tingle as they remembered the day’s workout. I cupped my hand around my sleeping cock and squeezed it a time or two as I drifted off to sleep. I awoke sometime later to the sound of heavy breathing and the soft moaning of near pleasure. My cock had heard the sounds and was standing at full alert. I turned slowly and, thanks to the moon, I could see Jared stroking his rigid cock. He quickened his pace and then stopped as a thick ribbon of knotted semen shot skyward. Then another with his teasing stroke and yet another. The fourth release was barely an afterthought compared to his earlier volleys. He continued stroking his softening cock and then smeared his ejaculate over his upper body and turned over and fell into a deep sleep. It took me less than a minute to release my own pleasure and I fell back to sleep. I awoke early and decided to be first in the showers. As I slipped on my briefs and grabbed a towel, Jared spoke. “Hope I didn’t wake you in the night. Got this cramp in my thigh and had to massage it.” “Didn’t hear a thing,” I lied. “Next time wake me, I give a great massage. Want to hit the showers with me?” He smiled and jumped out of his bed. His cock was as pale as his body. He was trimmed and the head was a darker shade of pale. His balls were round and firm and pale red gold silky curls surrounded the whole area. He took his time wrapping his towel around his waist. I felt his stare and looked up at his evil grin. “I like the way you looked at me. I will return the favor in the showers.” We headed over to the locker rooms. None of the other guys were up and we took showerheads next to each other. He smiled and licked his lips as he scanned my firm runner’s body. He stared when he looked at my cock and balls. “Nice. Still in the original wrapping I see.” He looked up and me and grinned. “Never seen one of these before. I might need to study it more closely.” The sounds of someone entering the building brought us both back to reality. I returned the grin and pulled my foreskin back to show the dark angry head hidden underneath. “Anytime,” I replied. We turned off the showers and toweled off and left as the rest of the guys arrived. Back at our cabin, I dropped the towel and pretended to search for the right set of clothes. We were watching each other as discretely as possible. Finally I walked over to him and as he turned to acknowledge me, I reached out and let his pale beauty rest on my hand. Soft it was...hell, whoever had a soft cock at twenty? Nearly soft, it was five or six inches long and an inch and a half across the shaft. His cockhead was wider yet. I gripped the underside and he hardened in my hand. Still fondling his burgeoning manhood I said, “You have the best view here next to the window. How about moving my bed over next to yours? That way if you need a massage in the night I will be nearby.” He smiled and took my stiffening beast in hand and slid the cover off and on as he felt me grow with his touch. The camp bell sounded and we rushed to dress and be on time for the day’s workout. All day I stayed hard, thinking about and feeling his firm hand caressing my proud cock. The day lasted forever. Finally dinner was over and we were back in our cabin. We turned the lights out and each crawled into his narrow twin bed. His skin was hot and his nipples jutted out like erasers on a pencil. I ran my hand down his muscular chest and stomach. I could feel the tiny hairs prickling against my fingertips. I touched his cock. The beauty throbbed as I stroked its impressive length. Erect, it stood tight against his flat stomach. The tip fluttering above his navel. He groaned with pleasure as my hand gripped his tool and began a slow rhythmic motion up and down the impressive length. His pale corona flared each time my closed fist surged up and over. His wide slit spewing copious amounts of precum. I increased the speed as he bucked against my fist. His breath hurried and he moaned with a lusty crackle in his voice. His cock filled even more and then, with a cry of joy, he jetted a thick, knotted ribbon of pleasure as his balls released their load. I eased the stroke pressure and still he came. Surge upon surge of hot sticky semen sprouted from his beauty as I pounded up and down the pulsing engine. As his balls emptied his cock softened and I let it rest in the warm pool of cum on his stomach. He spread the cooling ejaculate with his hand covering his stomach and chest. Then that same hand encircled my own eager cock. He grasped the swollen shaft tightly and stroked upwards creating a deep pucker where the foreskin gathered beyond the head of my cock. A clear stream of precum oozed out and drooled from the cluster of skin. He stroked downwards and the wide angry head popped free. Again his hand gripped my cock and he continued the up and down motion, increasing the speed after several strokes. I felt my engorged testicles pull tight and knew I would spew in a stroke or two. He sensed the finish and released his seductive grip. “Coast,” he whispered as my cock throbbed eager to erupt. He counted to ten and then started stroking my cock again. His hand was so talented. He knew more of what I wanted than I did. Again I reached the end. Again he stopped and waited until my breathing slowed. His hand gripped and stoked the fire in my cock and balls and then he continued and I erupted in a fountain of hot creamy jism. He cried out as his other hand brought him to his second emission. Our juices mingled as they splattered down on my hairy chest and stomach. It was the most memorable training camp.