Camp Counselors Pt. 02
Dive into the sizzling escapades of “Camp Counselors Pt. 02,” where summer heat ignites unexpected connections. Follow two camp counselors as they navigate desire, secrets, and steamy encounters in the great outdoors. This thrilling gay sex story promises to keep you on the edge of your seat and yearning for more!
(This part takes up directly from Part 1)
At breakfast the next morning Amy and Claire sat with me and Brian. Amy was her usual reserved self, and nobody watching us could have guessed that we’d had a delightful fuck the night before. Claire’s interest in Brian was more obvious, to my eye, and he seemed a little triumphant about it.
Brian and I didn’t get a chance to talk about all this until we got back to our cabin later that afternoon.
“I can’t believe our luck,” I said. “We fucked two of the hottest girls in camp, and I don’t think it was a one-time thing.”
“God I hope not,” he said.
There was a pause. I think we were both wondering the same thing.
“What about you and me?” he asked. “Are we gonna keep it up?”
For my part the answer was obvious, but I didn’t want to seem too eager, so I said, “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Yes,” he said firmly.
I was relieved.
“Good,” I said.
Over the next couple of weeks, however, we didn’t get together with Amy and Claire as much as we would have liked. Not that they weren’t willing; the problem was finding privacy in a place swarming with people.
We had some luck the next Friday, when a light drizzle started right after dinner, forced cancellation of the weekly campfire and drove most people indoors for the night.
I pulled Amy aside at the counselors’ lounge and suggested she sneak over to our cabin. After we had some time alone, Brian and Claire could take a turn. I was a little surprised when she agreed to this proposal.
My fuck that night with Amy was even better than the one on the beach, and Brian later reported he had had a wonderful time with Claire. The girls must have enjoyed it as well, because they agreed to a repeat performance a few nights later.
As it turned out, however, that third time would be the last for a couple of weeks. Amy said she had nearly gotten caught sneaking out of our cabin by one of the other male counselors, and she insisted on cooling it for a while. Claire followed suit.
All of which meant, naturally, that Brian and I were seething with hormones.
Finally, one night after the girls had refused yet another plea to sneak off to fuck somewhere, he upped the ante.
We had just stripped and gotten into our beds to jack off when Brian changed his mind and stood up again. When I looked over he was standing next to his bed, his usual massive hardon sticking up in the air.
After a moment’s hesitation, he stepped over to my bed and sat down next to me, our hips touching. I froze.
“What are you…”
Before I could get another word out he nudged my hand aside and took hold of my cock.
“Whoa,” I said.
But though I was surprised, I made no move to stop him when he started stroking me.
Now, I’ve had a fair number of hand jobs from women, and of course I’ve jacked off myself hundreds if not thousands of times.
But having another guy do me felt different somehow. Maybe it was that he was breaking another major taboo. Maybe it was the fact that Brian, having a cock of his own, knew just how to pleasure another guy. Maybe it was because his grip was firmer and surer than any woman’s.
Whatever the reason, it felt so damn good.
I looked at Brian. He had an intent look on his face; he seemed mesmerized by the sight of his own hand on another guy’s dick.
He glanced up at me. I don’t know what kind of stupid look I had on my face, but whatever it was made him smile.
He jacked me slowly at first, then gradually faster, until in what seemed like a very short time I felt my cock tingling and my balls contracting and I let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a sob and a huge wad of cum shot out end of my cock and landed on my chest.
After that first shot, Brian shifted the timing of his stroking to match the ongoing pulsations of my dick. Three, four, five times I shot, and I was still going. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
Finally the pulsing slowed and stopped. Brian expertly milked me of the last few drops and took his hand away.
Some of my cum had spilled onto his hand. He looked at it for a moment, then lifted it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.
Spent though I was, the sight of him eating my cum made my dick throb.
We looked at each other. Without exchanging a word, we changed places.
Now it was my turn to touch a guy’s dick for the first time.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft just below the head.
I held still for a moment, noting the contrast between the soft skin on the outside and the hardness like a steel rod on the inside. I took note too of the pulsing of his blood through the shaft, and the way his whole cock twitched from time to time, showing his excitement.
Brian moved, thrusting his hips upward; he was impatient for me to get going. I adjusted my grip and started stroking, slowly at first, as he’d done, and then gradually speeded up.
Brian’s breathing began to sound ragged. His mouth fell open and his eyelids began to flutter. He was enjoying this.
So was I. It felt good to give him pleasure.
I was stroking steadily now. I could tell he was getting close by the way the little gasping sounds he was making slowly rose in pitch.
“Close,” he said.
Now I downshifted, if I can put it that way, slowing my stroking slightly but squeezing him a little harder. He moaned.
I watched, mesmerized, as his ball sack tightened and the head of his cock turned a deep red. I felt his shaft swell, and the next thing I knew he groaned and fired a blast of cum that hit him on the forehead.
I gave him another stroke, and another shot hit him in the chin. A third stroke, and a shot landed between his pecs. I milked him the way he had milked me, until his chest and stomach were dotted with puddles of semen.
When he was finally still I let go of his cock and sat back.
After a long pause he said, “Holy fucking shit.”
I looked at him. He had cum dripping over his eyebrow and a half-smile on his face.
“That was definitely gay,” I said.
“I guess,” he said, shrugging, “but so what? You liked it, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t pretend I didn’t.
“Yeah, I did.”
I looked down at my chest and stomach, where my own cum was starting to dry.
“I’m going to get a shower.”
“Right behind you,” he said.
I went into the bathroom and turned the water on. While I was rinsing myself off I thought about what we had just done.
I can’t say it was a total surprise. The last couple of times we watched each other beat off I’d been tempted to do what Brian had done: to just go over and put my hand on his dick. I was glad one of us had finally taken the initiative.
I felt myself getting hard again.
I turned the water off, got out of the shower and started drying off. Then I walked back into the room, my dick now at half-staff.
Brian was lying on his bed, still naked, looking at my cock. He was totally hard again.