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Camp love

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When I was 13 years old I had my first sexual experience with someone older: my adult camp counselor. He had been my counselor for three years, was a school teacher somewhere, and was very kind to me.

My first year in camp I was very home-sick and this kind and gentle man would hold me close to him, in private, and allow me dignity as I cried onto his shoulder. He held me, stroked my back but in no way did he take “advantage” of me.

Over the next two years I had my parents request this man, whom I believed to have been in his late 30s, to be my counselor because I liked him and thought he was a very nice man.

During my third and final year I began having sexual desires for him, I wanted him to kiss me, and tried to give him several hints. While other boys were working their way towards medals and projects they could take home, my project was to climb in bed with this man.

My chance finally came on a rainy night after all of us went to bed. I could not sleep and instead I went into his private quarters where after some reluctance he invited me to climb under the sheets.

He finally took the chance and fondled me then kissed me. After that we took turns sucking each other off. It was the most exciting sexual experience I have ever had.

The next day and for the final week of camp we reacted toward each other as if nothing had happened. I left camp never to see or hear from him again.

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3 Comments

  • Reply TheFiend96

    Ok that’s hot as fuck.

  • Reply AP

    Hey, it’s good to read that he helped you pitch your tent.

    • Bill_joe

      Now that’s funny