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Sex Camp
I'm 20 years old. I go to a state university, which I won't name because they might sue me. I have a steady girl friend. She's deeply in lust and love with me. All I have to do is give a steady stare and she is on her way to a nice quake in her pussy. Once we were at a table in the dining hall and I asked her if she had to piss. "No," she said but seemed a little uncomfortable. "You know you do. You can feel a few drops escaping." I kept up with that a few more minutes and I heard a splash under the table. What is this power I have over women....and men. I say men, or boys, because Sue isn't always available for fucking and I am super horny or the time. All I have to do is walk into the library and six or eight gay guys eye me. I go down to the basement crapper and in a minute or two one of them will be in the stall next to me, his open mouth at the opening one of them has neatly drilled with a circular saw.
I would be in a sexual frenzy myself if I looked at me. I'm sex feet, blond red hair, glossy strawberry and cream skin, muscles and piercing green eyes. In addition I am very handsome (and modest, but hey, I just want to be honest.)
Now school was coming to and end for the junior year for me. I had to find a job for the summer. I checked the bulletin board and there was a two month job at a summer camp owned by one of the professors. Not just any professor but Jules Guest. The famous mathematics genius. He was pretty old now, about sixty and I understand in poor health. The notice was signed by him and his wife Janet Guest.. I looked them up in the facility biographies. She was an assistant professor of anthropology. Maybe she got the job though her husband's fame. She was about thirty years old. Wow. There must be a story there, the old devil. Guest only taught one course a year and it consisted of only one lecture. He was kept on because his name added glamor to the university. Anyway the job was for a boat master and a life guard. I decided to go for the boat master job. You could goof off better. Lifeguard had to be life guarding all the time. The camp was described as on an twelve acre lake in Connecticut. Exclusive boys camp...only 30 admitted.....individual cabins.
Now I found out that Guest had attended this camp himself and later bought it. He had run it for about twenty years. I know he didn't need the money. He was many times a millionaire from Dad, Wilmot Guest, the oilman. I guess it was a way to relax in the summer. I suppose he didn't actually run the camp.
It paid a very nice $3000 dollars for the two months. I really needed that for tuition. I had a partial scholarship but it hardly covered the high costs of getting a business degree. In any event, I applied to Prof.Mrs.Guest. I knocked on her office door and---listen to the music swell--she was quite beautiful, didn't look forty. She was in her prime. I can't see how Dr.Guest and his formulas could satisfy her sexually. Ho hum, she liked me and projected lots of sexual energy during the interview. The job was mine. I was to report two weeks before opening to get the boats and stuff in shape for the arrival of the campers. As I was leaving, one of my blow job servicers was waiting outside. I hope he got the job as life guard as he could do some work for me this summer.
I spend the weeks before leaving throwing enough fucks into Sue to last her the summer. I know it wouldn't last me. She cried and I went down on her. She would stop crying long enough to have an orgasm etc.
Finally the day came. I packed up my old Jeep and drove up to Camp Winebesombac (at least it sounded like that.) As I parked my car, Janet, as I mentally thought of her, came out of a very neat rambling house on a hill overlooking the camp cabins. I greeted her and she said, "Please call me Janet." (there you go!) She took me on a tour of the camp. This may be exclusive but it was old. The cabins had been painted so many times that it was probably the paint holding them together. The Lake was nice but the boats were in great disrepair. There were about a dozen, needed paint scraped, re calking and painting. I know how to do that, but it is hard work. This would not be a vacation for me...except if Janet turns out to be more than my employer.
The waterfront crew, me and the other guy not yet met, shared a small cabin right at the Lake. Nice view but it needed new screens and repair of the flooring. Later that day, the future Life Guard arrived. Yep, it was one of my cock servicers, named Jamie. I had to admit he was cute and looked safe enough to entrust my seven inches to, when needed.
The next morning I got a sanding machine for me and for Jamie. I hoped to get all the old peeling paint off the row boats in the next few days then get on with the caulking and painting. I began to notice other jobs such as repairing the boards on the desk surrounding the boat dock. It turned out that Jamie was very unhandy and used tools the way he threw a baseball. I mused on having him make curtains for our little home but decided that was too mean. He did paint OK, so he started on the cabin exterior. I nixed puse and violet for plain maroon and he pouted all day but his lips in a pout made me horney so I tried to ignore him.
It was a hot day, I striped down to my undershorts while I ran the sander. I had a dust mask on but the rest of me was covered with red paint particles from the old paint on the boat. I was concentrating on my work and didn't see Janet approach. I turned off the noisy sander, she was standing right in front of me. "I see it is going well . My, you're covered with dust." She began bushing my check and accidentally, maybe, brushed lower enough to feel my cock, which began to pick up it's head to see what's what. She invited me and Jamie to dinner and spoke directly to my dick which didn't respond. I did and told her that I'd be there and of course I'd shower.
So here I was. The house was very luxurious, in an old fashioned way. The table was set with fine china and stuff and the dinner was served by a housekeeper and her husband; the Dolans, I found out. Soon the Professor arrived, he looked much fatter than his picture. He mumbled something, Mrs. Dolan placed a large napkin in his neckline. Jamie uttered not a word, he was in awe either of the professor or the china. Probably he was already redecorating the room. The Misses looked elegant in a silk robe and carried the host duties. Professor ignored the table. At one point he touched a bell and Mr.Dolan came. He leaned down, nodded and came back with a small chalk board. Holy crow, all that mumbling didn't mean he was senile: he was working on an equation.
The wine was flowing freely. The professor had none, Mrs.Professor had one but Jamie and I, particularly Jamie were getting squiffed. At last dinner was over. We had to be up early so we took our leave, I even remembered to thank the dolans for the excellent dinner.Jamie and I walked to our cabin. I had to almost hold Jamie up and that allowed him to feel my ass and other vital parts. I told him if he didn't stop I'd let him fall on the ground. We got back and I plopped him on his bed. I headed for the boat house. Why. I left that out. Janet took me aside at the front door, Jamie was taking a leak, and she said there was something she wanted to talk to me about. Yeah!
I lay down on some tarps. I could hear crickets. It was a still beautiful night. I fell asleep. I am not sure how long I was asleep but I woke up to someone kissing my chest. At first I thought it was Jamie, but it was Janet. She was whispering,"my pretty boy-man, wake up." I stayed quiet a moment but when she got to licking my tits, I had to acknowledge her presence.. I did it by taking her head and pressing my lips against her, then the tip of my tongue and then the whole tongue. She met me with her own ardor and was breathing hard. I undressed her and began the old routine, caress the breasts, gently squeeze them flick across the nipples, lick the nipples and so on until I had my finger in her pussy, searching for her clit. She was an enthusiastic aide to all of this and was moaning long before I even entered her. I came into her with me on top. My bare ass going up and down in the moonlight. She seemed to like my every move, and I counted three big orgasms and she was flooding my dick with her juices. But folks, I couldn't come for the life of me. Perhaps the wine or the fatigue of the day. I was getting desperate when suddenly I realized that pretty boy Jamie was in the room, wacking his noodle. I guess we did make a sexy sight.
I must tell you that Jamie, if I were gay, instead of a little Bi was a very tasty dish. He was about five six, big dark, heavily lashed eyes, dark curly hair--sort of a Greek boy look. He had taken off his clothes. He was ready to party. His little boy, sleek, fine grained, white skin glowed in the dark. Now remember I knew Jamie sexually, he had seen all of me and was there when I had my cum, that's really being intimate.SoI had no hesitation beckoning him to us (Janet was out of it anyway) and whispered, get in here and lick my nuts. He scrambling over and it I minute I felt his clever little cat tongue and hot breath on the exposed back of my balls. I began to pump again, feeling that it wouldn't be long. He got clever and began to lick my anus, then he make his tongue into a little prick and began fucking my ass. That did it. I roared in pleasure and unloaded. Janet came again.
I threw Jamie out, hard on and all, he had done his duty for the night. "What about me," he complained. "Use your hand but get it done before I get to our cabin." I said somewhat unkindly but I know Jamie likes to be insulted It will get him off faster.
Janet and I got dressed and we sat by the water. "When I married Jules fifteen years ago, he was younger and still the brilliant scientist. Now he has become distant, locked in his own head." She went on to tell me that she would be better off without him. "He's very rich you know. I would get rid of this old wreck of a camp and get a nice house in the Hamptons." She put her mouth near my ear and licked it. I began to get hard again. "Maybe we could live there...together." I began to feel like I was in a movie by Raymond Chandler. "It wouldn't take much to dispatch him. I little push or something." It went on like this for awhile and then we were both tired and she kissed me goodnight.
I went to the cabin. Jamie was sleeping and breathing heavily. There was a slight odor of cum in the room. I will suggest to him that he shoots into the lake next time. In a moment I was asleep.
The next day it was back to the boats. I saw nothing of Janet that day and we were not invited to dinner. I guess that was just a first night thing. Jamie and I went to a bar and grill in my Jeep. We ate all the wrong things, hamburgers, french fries and ice cream. Then we switched to vodka shoots and beer. We left about eleven o'clock, drunk again, except this time it was me who was drunk and Jamie drove the Jeep.
On the way from the parking lot to the cabin I was half out, hanging heavily on Jamie. He probably loved it. Back in the cabin he undressed me completely and I lay on my back completely defenceless. He began kissed my chest, licking my nubs, working his way down to my cock. I'm only human, drunk or sober, my cock began to rise and pretty soon it was rigidly hard. He sucked me awhile then got undressed and straddled my legs, lowering his quite handsome ass onto my dick. He reached down and using me like a dildo he inserted my cock into his ass hole and began an up and down motion, breathing hard and moaning. I was just a spectator to this but soon I began to buzz in my balls, then my legs and suddenly I let do a big cum. He felt it and he came to, splattering my chest and chin. I passed out, evidentally he had wiped me off and tucked me in. I greeted the morning with empty balls and a headache.
Jamie wasn't in the cabin. I got dressed and shakily went outside. There were two police cars at the house. I headed up that way. I saw Janet being led out in hand cuffs and Professor Guest on the porch looking quite in charge of things, waving his cane around. "Goodbye my dear, I may yet outlive you."
I got the story from Jamie, who I found out was in the employ of the Professor and had taped the conversation I had with Janet. "You came through as innocent as you agreed to nothing."
The camp did open and Jamie and I practically ran the place. We not only got our money but a bonus as well. Jamie said that I should quit with those nasty women and stick to a nice boy like him. I don't think so. I need it all.
End
Hope this tickles your "fancy" or whatever you call him. regards....Jay Roberts