Gay Erotic Stories

Something Wonderful Summer camp was a big mistake. I knew that before I even got off the bus. Guys were telling "horror stories" about the lack of privacy, living in a dorm under the watchful eye of a "sadistic" older guy named Rick. "You know what he makes us do?" whispered a boy on my left to the boy on my right. "He makes us swim naked in the lake!" Skinny dipping in the lake turned out to be the only activity I enjoyed during the first week. Because 19-year-old Rick went bareassed. So did Mike, the other camp counselor, but Rick was the one who was "hot." And he was the nicest guy I ever met. He was always encouraging me. There was only one thing he didn't want any of us to try: Swim across the lake. He was very firm about that. The lake was just too big for any of us to swim across on our own, he said. But two or three times that first week I caught him and Mike together swimming across. And they stayed a long time on the other side. Three summers later, I was a 19-year-old counselor at the camp serving under Mike. One afternoon, he followed me into the shower and took me into his arms. He got pretty much the reaction he expected, but would go no further. "We'll swim across the lake tonight," he said. "There'll be no chance of anyone seeing us there." On the other side of that lake was a bed of soft grass for us to lie on. That was ALL there was to see, Mike said, and we began a frenzied bout of lovemaking in the grass. "I had an amazing lover and this was the best part of being together," Mike whispered. "He was tall, slender, good looking, and our favorite position was when he was on top pressed against my backside. He was able to nibble my ear and kiss my neck and shoulders while he fucked me." There was also something to be said for being the guy on top, but not at that time. I was on the verge of something incredibly wonderful. "Oooh, Rick," I remember he moaned as I raised him to his knees.