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by Creativecat@hotmail.com The memories I have of summer camp are more than special. They helped teach me survival skills, the joy of the fresh air, my appreciation of all types of nature as well as giving me a future perspective of my future as a gay person. It all started about 17 years ago when I was a young teenager away at camp for the summer. The camp was up in Maine and I had a wonderful time playing outside, doing different things, playing sports, swimming and just plain frolicking outdoors. It was there that I developed a crush on one of the counselors, Bob. I remember his last name but I won't mention his name so as to protect him. He was a really nice guy, friendly, approachable, and helped me solve problems. Plus he was very adventurous and liked doing things. Little did he know about my crush. Looking back, I am so glad that he did nothing that could be considered inappropriate. Although he was 20, he seemed so much older, like a father. My father wasn't around too much - he was too busy being successful and running corporations that he thought being a father meant writing out a check for camp, college, a new car for me, or a trip to Europe. I just loved being around Bob - he gave me a special feeling inside. I didn't know what that feeling was, but it was a warm tingly feeling that made me feel good. As I was so naive at that time, I didn't know it was also known as lust and physical desire. We often did things that required physical activity. I remember him showing me how to swim for a few days and how to dive. He would hold my body properly in the lake so that I could position myself and learn to swim long distances without tiring. I loved looking at his body - he had a nice muscular chest, suntan, blonde hair, and white smiling teeth that shone against his face. His smile was always warm and friendly. It literally lit up the room for me. I loved the way he stroked my shoulders and legs to make me swim correctly. Shivers went down my spine when he did it. I honestly don't think he knew what he was doing to me. Anyhow, he was a very popular counselor - he was always there to help someone out with whatever needed to be done - tie a knot, pitch a tent, master a new skill with a jackknife, etc. He also made me feel like an adult. I was kind of a geeky kid back then - rather skinny and probably more than a bit nerdy. All I know is that he made me feel good about myself and I developed a lot of self confidence that summer. It paid off for me the following year in school. I was more assertive and I tried out for the swim team which I made. Plus I became a good swimmer and was the one who got our team the state championship that year. I was definitely feeling good about myself! Well, when my father asked if I wanted to go to camp again that summer, I said sure. I knew Bob would be there. We had become "pen pals" over the winter and had sent a few letters. His advice became gospel to me - I followed all his advice because I knew he really cared. I suppose my father cared, but he was just interested in making his fortune. I was so happy to see Bob that last weekend of June - I almost hugged him, but my proper wasp heritage kept me from doing that. Anyhow, I relished the slap he gave me on the back. "Kevin, you look great! I see the swimming has definitely built you up!" And I had built myself up. I put on about 30 pounds as well as about four inches in height and was starting to beef up. I was starting to develop a nice chest which would become my major asset to this day. There was something in his eyes that showed something that I didn't understand. However, I felt myself more attracted to him. The summer had literally gone even more swimmingly than last summer. A bunch of us went on an "overnight" in the woods. Unfortunately, Bob had hurt his shoulder lifting some stuff. The doctor told him he'd have to rest up for a few days to recover and advised that he stay back at the camp. I knew he was disappointed when he couldn't join us. Well, we went into the woods on our trip. It was really great just being rural out there with only sleeping bags and having to actually find our food. It was a great lesson in survival. Well, one afternoon I started wandering and must've ended back at the camp. It seems we hadn't gone in as far as it seemed. The management knew that they had to keep us close to the base in case of any problems. Well, I was more than surprised with what I saw back at the camp. There I saw Bob in the tent with George, the cook. Even though we were in Maine, it often got hot. When it was hot, we would roll up the side flaps of the tents as well as the fronts and back to get as much air as possible in there. The two of them were sitting on the cot together. Bob was sitting there in just his shorts. George was completely nude. I saw Bob caressing George's furry chest with his hands, gently rubbing his nipples while George was sighing with pleasure. I could see George's cock stiffening up. Bob's hand was now on his tumescent organ and was rubbing it. George was talking softly to Bob. "Don't worry, they won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. We've basically got this camp to ourselves and we can do whatever we want." "And you know I want it real bad, George. Seeing all those young handsome guys gets me so horny. I'm glad that I have you here. You're just as good, if not better." Bob was now embracing George and buried his head in George's crotch. Soon he was sucking on George's cock - his mouth made this incredible smacking noises which I thought could be heard all the way to the ocean! As I had never seen two guys do this before, I stood there quiet, fixated on what they were doing. It was all so erotic and unknown. All I knew is that I saw two guys having a good time with each other. How I wanted to join them in the fun! George had now turned over and put his bit hairy tush up in the air. What a view I had of his big low lying balls. Bob went up to him and started rubbing George's back. "You need a back rub don't you? Let me work on it for you." He kneaded the muscles on George's back and worked his hand down. Soon his hands were rubbing that nice ass and spread the cheeks apart. Bob then bent over and started sucking on that guys asshole. Again, I heard that slurping tongue. Now I was stroking my rod under my shorts. "You like that don't you fella? I think you need to have something done to satisfy that man-hole of yours." At that point, Bob stood up and slid down his shorts. His cock was fully extended. This was the first time I saw him naked and thought I would faint on the spot. Not that he was so beautiful, but I had fantasized and thought what his naked body would look like. It was better than I thought! A few tufts of hair were on his chest. He then went over to George who was straddling the cot. He lubed up his dick with something out of a tube and then began to insert that rod up his eager asshole. At first George gasped and then was begging for more. "Shove that cock of yours up my man hole counselor. Show me what you're made of, soldier! I need it good and I want it right now. I need a guy to show me what a good fuck is!" Bob was pumping away. Hid body was glowing with sweat as the sun shone in the tent and made him look like a living Greek statue. My shorts were off and I was now furiously rubbing my cock. As soon as I saw Bob's back shuddering with the explosions of an orgasm, I shot my load on the ground! Then Bob laid down on the cot as he continued to give George a really hot suck job. Then he yanked the cock out of his mouth and squeezed long stringy loads of cum all over his chest. The two of them collapsed on the cot. It felt so good to have spent my load. I also knew I had to get back to camp before someone would be looking for me. I was also fortunate that neither of them had even seen me. My hopes of going back the following summer were dashed when my father insisted I go with him to Europe on an extended business trip. I was really upset about the whole deal in the beginning. I knew I would miss Rick and was so looking forward to seeing Bob again - hopefully again in action with George. However, when we arrived in Switzerland, I started to have a very good time. As usual, my father was in meetings all day. The sight seeing was marvelous. Plus the concierge at the hotel was a rakish and rather sexual twenty-something. I managed to seduce him on the third day we were there. I told him I needed something delivered to the room right away. Knowing how demanding my father could be, he quickly complied and brought up the office supplies. I had conveniently just taken my shower and had the towel wrapped around my waist. Philippe didn't seem to mind that I was clad only in the towel with my right thigh fully exposed. He kept staring at my muscular legs and soon saw the towel tenting up. "Come, help me put this away." I deliberately stepped on the stool to put the folders on the top shelf and had my butt practically in his face. I wiggled it and knew he was a goner. I then reached up and so unfortunately! the towel fell to the floor, revealing my gorgeously built nude body to him. I acted nonchalant. "Pick up the towel please" I assertively told him. He picked it up and just held it. I felt my cock stiffen as I knew he wanted me real bad. I wasn't going to turn around yet. "Could you please put it on me, I'm a bit chilly and I don't want to drop these folders." Philippe complied. I then turned around so he could see my stiff cock. "You like what you see, don't you? Why don't you just suck on it. I know you've wanted it since you saw me 3 days ago." Philippe followed my orders and greedily sucked on it. "Why don't you take off your clothes so I can admire the view?" Philippe removed his clothes, showing off a rather fit and trim body. A bit too lean for my personal preferences, but who cared when I had this guy eager to suck and fuck me. We had a blast that morning as he sucked me. I then mounted his hot lean ass and fucked him good. He told me I was the first to fuck his ass. It was so tight I actually believed him. We had a great affair for the rest of the summer - we got to go to Italy, Germany, and France. In between the cock sucking and raunchy sex we had every day, we managed to do a lot of sight seeing. As usual, my father was happy I found a companion to show me the ropes. He showed me a lot more than he thought I'd learn. Even though Philippe was great fun and a great cock sucker, I still thought of Bob. There was always next summer. Then, next summer, my mother unfortunately died. Dad was rather broken up about it and I knew I had to stay by his side. He managed to stay home a bit more. That was a drag because Philippe and I had become friends. My father let me invite him to the States to see the sights. Of course, the sights I wanted him to see were between my legs. Our options to fuck were now limited. However, our imaginations and resourcefulness paid off. We just couldn't do it as much as we wanted to, which was about three times a day. The following summer finally paid off. I was now in college and told my father I wanted to go to camp to be a counselor. Who knew if Bob were still there - he was surely out of college now. Anyhow, Rick was there and I knew we could have a real good time anyway. Well, Bob wasn't there and I was more than depressed. George the cook was still there. He still looked good. Although he was in his mid-30's (an older man to a college guy), he was attractive. Balding, but still trim and with a nice hairy chest which turned me on. But he still wasn't Bob. Since I was an employee, I had to do some unique tasks. Sometimes that meant helping out in the kitchen. George and I became friendly. And it remained platonic. I finally brought up the nerve to ask about Bob. "Bob will be coming in next week. He just finished grad school. Since he doesn't start at his new job until the fall, he decided he wanted one last summer at camp. For old times sake." I knew what the "old times sake" was for Bob. George's fat cock and hairy body. Suddenly I knew this was gonna be the best summer of my life! I had soon arranged to get the kids out to an "overnight" camp in the woods. As soon as I got them all set up out there, I made up some excuse to find some logs or something to build a fire. I got back to camp pretty quick on my mountain bike. I waited around about an hour. No luck! I went back and decided late that afternoon to go back. This time, pay dirt. George and Bob were in the tent. Only now it was Bob who was stark naked and George was feeling up Bob's body. Bob looked even more beautiful now! It also looked like his cock had grown larger. George was nibbling on Bob's nipples and squeezing his ass cheeks. Bob was pulling down George's shorts, exposing George's very fat and massive cock. How Bob was able to fit that cock up his ass was a mystery to me. Again, I stood there transfixed in the sight of those two men fucking each other. They were both sucking each other's cocks like gangbusters and I was so hot for them. Do I join them now? Or wait until later? My shorts were down around my ankles and my hand stroking my rigid meat. My plans were suddenly made for me when my bike fell over in a loud crash. The two looked up and saw me stroking my cock. I had no choice but to run towards the tent and join them. "Hot damn!" George exclaimed. "I always thought you were a hot dude, but didn't think you'd be interested!" I stared at Bob and could see a look of passion on his face. I went over to him and started to kiss him. Our tongues were down each other's throats and we were groping each other's nude bodies. We were soon sucking on each other's cocks with such unbridled passion. Although George was there, he might as well have been a statue. We managed to let him join us where we continued to suck and fuck each other. I lay down on the cot and lifted my legs up. Bob came towards me. "Please make love to me Bob. I need it so bad. I need to feel your cock up my ass. I'm so ready for you to fuck me and pound your manhood into me." Bob knelt down and started licking out my hungry asshole. I was beyond self control and knew he had to have me. "Please, fuck me hard. I need it so bad." Bob was soon fucking me like I've never had it before. It was the most wonderful fuck I had in my life. George was standing over me and I sucked on his thick massive cock. I never had two guys at once and was in ecstasy. Soon George was exploding his load down my hungry throat. Then Bob shot his massive load of cum up my asshole. It felt so good - so hot - so warm - it penetrated into my soul. Then Bob had me return the favor. I eagerly ate out his anus and greased it up real good. Then I put my cock in his man-cunt where we continued to make love and fuck. It felt so good I never ever wanted to cum. But I did and it was good. Bob felt the heat of my love fill him up. We collapsed into each other's arms. Although Bob and I continued through the summer with just the two of us, we let George join us now and then for a bit of variety. I had told Bob how I not only admired but truly loved him since the second week of camp years ago. Rob continued to tell me that I was the best sex he had ever had. I knew I had to go away to college in a few weeks. Fortunately for both of us, the job he got in Boston wasn't far from my university. Bob continued to be my "counselor" in many ways in helping me to finish my school work and to apply myself. Although our paths slipped away while I went to grad school in Colorado, I have since returned to Boston to spend time with him. Bob's practice is doing well and I'm quite successful in my profession. I'm glad to say that we're now equals in a relationship wherein he values my opinions as much as I value his. I am also very happy that Bob has also helped me to establish a better relationship with my father. I didn't realize how alike we were and that at last we have more than a dialogue. I guess I'll have to tell the readers in another story about how Bob counseled my father a few years ago. By Creativecat@hotmail.com