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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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I had always loved summer camp. It represented a freedom that I just didn’t have in my everyday life. Not only was there an absence of true adult figures, there were guys to hang out with everywhere. I never tended to stick to one hobby for long, so being able to bounce from activity to activity on a whim was so great. One day might be archery, the next down by the lake. It was truly a paradise and I lost a lot when I aged out. I think those memories were what made me jump at it when I saw the job posting. The guys who were in charge always seemed to have a good time and let the kids do what they wanted. I wanted to be that guy. I wanted to be the coolest of the camp counselors.

The week leading up to the start of the camp I was so excited. It was clear it was all I was talking about considering all of my friends and family asked me to stop. I was a little hurt but I knew in a few days it wouldn’t matter. My dad drove me early in the morning on the day I was to arrive. I got an email letting me know that the counselors all come up a week early to clean the cabins, paint, groom the trails and other things to prepare for the campers. I got out of his truck and grabbed my duffle bag from the bed when we got to the entrance. The gate was closed so I would have to walk up. I waved to my dad, and started up the drive.

It was about a 10 minute walk up the drive to the camp. I was flooded with memories with each step closer I got to the main lodge. It was like the bus driving in, the excitement building, but just a bit smaller. The trees were closer, shorter. The lake hiding behind them didn’t seem as far. It was a sad thought, that I had grown up. That it wasn’t the exact same as when I had left it. Though I suppose what had really changed was me. I had grown up. I was different. I knew that this morning when I put on my old camp clothes. The shorts barely fit, and the tshirt was snug. I was reminded of that as the shorts rode up with each step as well.

Walking under the final wooden gate I arrived at the end of the drive. The scene was so familiar, but eerie in how quiet it was. The flagpole where we lined up, empty without the flag in motion. The rows of buses vacant, no kids running in and out as bags were unloaded. And the main hall now dark, lifeless. I knew I was supposed to meet the senior counselor here. I walked up, looking around, even a little spooky now despite the sun rising and casting a warm orange light over the camp. I think I set myself on edge, because as someone called out, I jumped.

I turned to see a guy probably five to ten years my senior. He was wearing a loose tank top and loose shorts. He introduced himself as Jake and motioned for me to come over. As I walked, he teased me a bit. “No one wears that stuff until the kids show up and… well… we have some for you. Some that fit”. I went a bit red in the face and chuckled. I guess my excitement had gotten the best of me. “Though… doesn’t look bad…” I was about to respond but he turned and told me to follow him.

He let me know he was going to take me to my bunk to get setup, and then we would get to some chores. He was nice, friendly and welcoming. He let me know he had been coming to the camp as a kid just like me, and then when he was old enough he joined the team. “I was even broken in by the head counselor too” I looked at him a bit funny as he explained the last bit. Broken in? He laughed as he clearly saw my confusion. I guess I could look forward to some hazing. It was probably why I remember all of the counselors being such good friends.

We walked up the hill, and towards the last cabin. It was clear that the worst one went to the newest guy, but I didn’t mind. We went in and even though I hadn’t stayed in this particular bunkhouse, I knew where to go. They were all the same. Campers in the back, leader by the door. Made it impossible to sneak out. Well almost impossible. We loved moon lit swims and it was really just the cabins with the heavy sleepers in charge. I dropped my duffle bag by the uncomfortable looking bed and pushed it under with my foot. Jake smiled and let me know we’d head down to the other side of the camp, we had a bit of painting to do.

We kept light casual talk up, he talked about his girlfriend a bit, I talked about being single. He had majored in criminology in school, that I was thinking about going into business. It was typical ‘get to know you’ type convo. Nothing too deep about either of us, and I thought that was fine. I knew we would probably spend a bit of the summer together anyway. We kept walking and I could see something down by the lake. I stopped to look and I did not expect to see the sight before my eyes.

It was clear Jake saw too, but it seemed not to phase him. He stopped, and waited for me to say something. There were two guys down by the lake. They were taking the kayaks tandoğan escort down to the water, and I’m guessing, checking for leaks. The thing that was off was that they were naked. Not shirtless, not in bathing suits, totally naked. I just stared for a second and then tried to make a joke. “I uh… didn’t know this was a nudist camp”. Jake chuckled and just started walking again. I followed, unsure of what I had just seen. “Well, no one is here. Its hot. Might as well get comfortable. That doesn’t bother you, does it?” He seemed to be probing.

I wanted to look cool, and I was nervous about losing out on this opportunity so I shook my head. My face red from the nerves. “Nah, totally cool”. I stammered a little but moved quickly to keep up with him. We walked for a bit, down the winding ‘secret path’ that I remember taking through the woods to the other side of the camp. It was a bit more silent now as we walked single file, my mind on what I just saw. I didn’t think that was something guys just did. Get naked in front of each other. Well it wasn’t something I had done anyway. Was I just being weird about it?

As we cleared the woods and walked into the open, I saw another sight that was becoming familiar. There was a naked counselor coming out of a cabin. He walked over to a truck and leaned over, grabbing a bedroll from the bed. This time, it was far less surprising, and I didn’t say anything as Jake and I walked side by side. As we walked, I thought I saw movement inside the cabin. I couldn’t quite tell what was going on, but there looked to be another counselor inside. His face looked… pained? Grimace? I’m not sure what he was doing but he also looked really sweaty. We kept going and as we got closer another guy came out. He went to grab another set of bedrolls and looked like he was wiping sweat from his face. Something odd was going on, I just couldn’t tell what it was.

Jake and I finally got to the last set of cabins and I saw the supplies laid out on the porch of one of them. Paint rollers, some old looking buckets of paint, and a brush or two. “So how long does it take to get things ready for the kids?” I asked Jake, trying to take my mind off of the things I had seen so far. He explained to me that it really depended on what happened during the winter. Once they had found a window broken and a family of racoons in the bunks. Other times they have finished on the first day. “I really liked that summer. We had an entire week with no chores and a lot of-” His voice trailed off as if he was really lost in the thought. “Bro time”. He looked at me differently as he said it. Almost with a look of hunger.

I shifted nervously as he stared, but then abruptly he turned and picked up a paint brush and paint bucket. I did the same and followed him inside. The bunks were all cleared out and the cabin felt so empty. The paint looked as though it were from years ago, and the prep work of scraping had been done. There were bits of paint flakes all over the floor. Jakes stopped once inside and pulled his shirt off. “I’m going to strip down. Its already too hot in here. Open the windows, will ya?” I nodded and set my supplies down, moving to each of the four windows. After struggling for a moment with each, they slid up with so much force I thought they’d break. Just like I remembered.

When I turned back Jake was already prepping the paint. His ass was totally bare to me and even though this was the third time today, I still felt weird. He stopped, turning and facing me. “You probably want to strip too. This stuff is oil based and doesn’t come out of clothes easy. Plus that breeze feels great on my balls.” He laughed and spread his legs, thrusting his hips and making his dick swing back and forth. This was the first time it really felt normal. Like it was just something the guys do. I started to strip down, and Jake turned his attention to the corner of the room. It took me a moment to get fully down to nothing, but I stepped out of my underwear and folded my clothes, making a neat little pile.

“Have you done much painting before?” Jake asked me as I moved to join him in the corner. “No. This is my first time” He nodded as if to agree with me. “I hadn’t before either. These don’t need to be painted often, but if you don’t cover everything well the paint peels fast. Here, let me show you” He dipped his brush and smeared it into the corner. It didn’t look very precise. “You fill the cracks here. Then along the edges of the boards.” He followed along the line where two boards met, filling that crack as well. “Don’t worry about the rest, the roller gets that. Got it?” I nodded, took my bucket and went to the second corner.

I tried to follow the pattern he had set, and slopped the paint on. It felt pretty easy and I went through the corner pretty quick as he moved along the wall filling cracks coming closer to me. I got to the bottom of my corner, bending to fill the last bit and doing my best tunalı escort not to get any paint on the floor. When I looked up, Jake was just watching me. He seemed to be flustered and went back to filling in the cracks. Catching up with me just as I moved to the next corner. I did the same this time, filling in the gaps until I got to the bottom. Again, as I stood back up I saw his eyes on me. Was he watching to make sure I had done the job right?

Once more I moved to the corner. Once more Jake caught up the distance in between. And again, I felt his eyes on me. It was making me squirm a little, but this was the last corner. He let me know to do the door frame the same way. I followed the orders, and he did the painting in between again. As I finished, he also wrapped up and stepped outside for a minute. He came back in with some slick looking clothes. We wrapped the brushes in them and he smiled. “Well… break time. We gotta let this dry out so we can see if we missed anything. Plus its hot…” He complained a bit and I chuckled with him. We stepped out on the front porch and he stretched out.

“Hey, lets cool off. I know a nice spot” I looked at him a little confused. What spot? I thought to myself. I knew everywhere in camp, there was really no escape from the summer sun other than the lake. He started to walk off, and I took a look back at my clothes, thinking I should grab them, but then followed, walking behind him as we went further away from the center of camp. I realized this was in the out of bounds area of the camp and wondered what could be down this way. We walked for a minute through the grass and then onto a sandy path through some trees. I was glad as my bare feet would not have done well on the roots and twigs from a dirt path. We came to a shady area under a large outcropping of rocks.

Jake sat down on one of them, and as I took in the scene I saw some very weathered camp chairs and what looked like a small metal box. I sat down on one of the rocks as well. “This is the counselor hangout area. If you get sick of the kids come down here… just don’t let them see you do it, alright? And there is some reading material if you’re bored too…” He nodded and pointed to the box. I walked over, bending to flip the metal clasp and opened it. I thought I heard a sound from Jake and looked back at him, a wide smile on his face. I looked inside and… “Porno mags? What is this, the 80s?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

There were quite a few, mostly of the massive breast variety. “Hey man, there is no cell reception out here other than at the mess hall. And the download speeds are shit. So, we had to go old school” I turned back holding two in my hand, and it was clear Jake had changed a bit. For the first time, I looked down to his cock which was now semi hard. He was bigger than I was. I wasn’t small, but he made me feel pretty insecure. “Pass me the chubby one. I love me a nice fat ass” I looked down at the magazines in my hand and held out his choice. He started thumbing through it and patted the rock next to him. I just followed along and sat on the rock. Surprised, but enjoying how cool and smooth it was.

“Hey Ryan… have you ever heard of a bro job?” Jake asked while thumbing through the pages. My face seemed to show what my answer was as he nodded. “Yeah I didn’t know what it was either. So you know there are no women who work at the camp, and we’re here working 24/7 for months.” I nodded, getting a picture of where this was going. “Well it’s a guy, helping another guy out. Just kinda like… a wet hole to use.” He said it so matter of factly while flipping pages. I started to respond but he cut me off, holding up the magazine. “Damn… look at her ass. So nice. Hey grab me another magazine?”

I couldn’t believe what he had said and relished the excuse to walk away from it. I got up and put mine away as I looked through again. I picked out one I liked and grabbed one focusing on asses. When I stood up I turned and Jake wasn’t looking at the magazine. He was staring at my ass and had his cock in his hand. It wasn’t just semi hard now. I came back to the rock and he stopped me before I sat down. “So how are you enjoying the job so far?” He asked in such a casual manner it was like he had forgotten he was stroking his cock. “I… its a… very new exp-” I stopped mid sentence as his hand reached up, letting his fingers run over my neck, and pulled me down. He was firm but not overly forceful, bringing my face to his cock in seconds.

I started to protest but my words quickly became muffled by his cockhead. It pressed to my lips and with both hands now, he entered me. He began to bring my head up and down as his cock filled my mouth. The taste of precum now very well known to me as it oozed out with each thrust. I continued to try and get myself out of this circumstance, but I just pushed on his hips, and my words were just vibrations on this man’s cock. “Once we’re done here, türbanlı escort we can head back to the cabin to do the next coat of paint. Then we’ll need to head to the main lodge pantry and check for any expired canned food…” He listed off the chores without a second though as he used my mouth.

Finally he let me free and I stood up, gasping. The first words out of my mouth were “I’m not gay man!” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a laugh. “Oh? Like I said, it’s just a bro job. Between friends!” He looked down and nodded. He hopped off the rock, leaving the magazine behind and headed back up the trail. I was so confused and then I realized what he was motioning to. I had gotten hard.

I followed behind him in silence. My head was swimming in thoughts of what just happened. When we reached the clearing I could see the cabins again, alone, dark, quiet. Maybe that was a dream? Did it really happen? I think I was just lying to myself. We kept a good pace and got back to the cabin. It had only gotten hotter inside. “Alright bud, on to the rolling!” Jake exclaimed. He poured the paint out into a tray. “Here, I’ll show you how it’s done.” He took the roller and ran it through the paint in a way that seemed effortless. Then handed me the roller. I took it, looking at him confused but turned towards the wall.

I started to raise it up, and I felt him behind me. His body pressed into mine. He let his arm run along mine and start to paint. This is harmless. I thought to myself. He is just teaching me. He shifted, and I felt him slide in. He nestled into me. His cock was pressed between my ass cheeks. He started to give me instructions. His voice was low, soft, into my ear. What was happening? I felt so out of control but at the same time my body was riled up. Excited by what was going on. It was as if my body was betraying me. “Ryan. Ryan. RYAN”

I snapped out of it. How long had he been calling me? “Everything ok bud?” He asked. I nodded. “Yeah, I got it.” I say quickly, despite not remembering anything that was just said. “Alright, get to work then” He headed to the other side of the cabin and began to repeat the process on his side. I watched what he was doing and tried to follow along, not wanting to admit the lapse in time I had experienced. He was a bit faster than I was. Experienced in the task and we didn’t quite meet in the middle. I got about a third of the walls while he was more like two thirds. I put my roller down and realized he was flecked with the paint. I looked down and I was as well. I suppose it’s good I didn’t have my clothes on still.

Jake let me know that we would take another break to let the paint dry. He listed out a couple of things to do in the meantime, but I was still a bit dazed by everything that had occurred. “You know uh… whatever works for me I suppose” I ended up blurting out. He just smiled, but his smile changed after a moment. More devilish I suppose. He walked over to his clothes and rustled through them. It looked like he grabbed something, but I couldn’t tell what. He walked over to the window and I followed, looking out. “Temperature is so much nicer outside, right?” He asked in a strange manner. I leaned over and stuck my head out. Taking a moment. “Yeah the breeze is-” I stopped mid sentence as his hand came down. He slapped my ass. Hard.

I started to stand but Jake’s hands were quick to my hips. “Stay right there…” His voice more commanding. Demanding of me. I was nervous and confused but then I felt his intentions. A cool and wet feeling dripped down my ass crack. “Are you… are you…” I ask breathlessly. I couldn’t really turn to look at him, and felt trapped in position. “I’m going to fuck you Ryan. I’ve been thinking about this ass all day” His fingers now probing and they found their destination. I braced myself against the window sill, gasping for air as if the wind had been knocked out of me. “I’m not-” He cut me off once more. “I have a girlfriend. Its not about straight, gay, queer” His voice trailing off. “Its about feeling good” His last word was more of a grunt. He started to replace his fingers with something larger.

I knew what was happening, but I still couldn’t believe it. Here was someone I had only met a few hours ago, bending me over out the window, and taking my virginity. Well I had been with a few girls before but nothing like this. It was a slight pain at first but soon his grunting became deeper and I felt everything so intensely. It was such a pressure coupled with pleasure. I gripped the sill harder, and I felt my vision go a little blurry. Jake started to pick up his pace and I could hear him talking behind me, but couldn’t entirely make out the words. “Better ass than my girlfriends” was one such phrase. Then I heard “Other guys gonna love” but not the end. The other guys?

It was then I put together so many of the days events. Those guys by the lake were naked together to fuck around. The ones getting beds in order, that wasn’t sweat he was wiping from his face but cum. He had gotten a facial just before I walked by. Everyone must be fucking one another. The was hard to keep in my head, it was such a crazy concept however there was a repeated feeling from behind that made it all too real. I was so lost in thought and the sensations being given to me that I didn’t notice we were no longer alone.

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