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Summer was my favorite time of the year. There was just something about the warmth of the season, the fact you could actually go in the lakes, and the festivals all around. But really, the best part of summer was the week I spent at the local church camp. The weeks at all times flew by, with friends made, friends lost, and a lot of laughs. Overall it had been a worthwhile investment of my time, and I wouldn’t have traded the weeks spent there each Summer for anything else.

One hot week in August, my cabin was full of 18 and 19 year old boys. I had just recently rediscovered an attraction to men after years of thinking I was straight, and it was often a treat to be around these youthful teenagers. They still had a sense of innocence and weren’t fully mature just yet, with nightly cabin devotionals, a time when one tried to focus on God, ultimately devolved into conversations about which girls in the camp they had their sights on. Sometimes the conversation would come around to me, and I would say the boys could never know who I was interested in. There were some gals on the staff who had caught my eye, but I guess I wasn’t all that interested, at least not this week.

One of the boys in my cabin was a youthful 18 years old with short brown hair and had the most perfect set of muscled pecks. Obviously when you distribute a cabin with anyone you don’t actively stare at them while they change, but sometimes you catch a glimpse and it’s just a treat. You want more. Maybe you catch a bulge too, and that’s just the chef’s kiss of the moment. This guy had everything, and there was just something about his youth, or maybe it was his body with his twig like figure and perfect ass, or the slight lisp he spoke with that wasn’t really distracting but more so sort of cute. It just all had me feeling some type of way, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

About halfway through the week most of the campers went to compete in an activity, but a chunk of the staff were cut lose, including me. I had the afternoon off. I went back to the cabin, ready to blow off some steam by jacking off in a place where no one could watch me. So many confusing boners over the course of the week and the only way for me to keep composed was to continuously masturbate it seemed. I walked back into the cabin and opened the door…

My camper was in the middle of changing. He stopped and turned to face me, with a pair of blue gym shorts on and no shirt. His pecks were perfectly exposed, and I got a full view of his six pack. He looked like a treat, and I wanted it bad. But I kept myself composed.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t see anything” I said somewhat authoritatively as I started walking towards the part of the cabin where I could jerk in peace while he went off to the activity. “Go ahead and get going”.

“Actually” he retorted. “I’m not so sure I want to”.

I stopped and thought what had gotten into him… it wasn’t like this camper to skip out on things. Typically, this meant I had to ask questions and try to get him out the door, and man with a body like his this would be hard.

Trying not to look at his cock bulging through his shorts I asked “Why not?” expecting a somewhat serious answer that I could work with.

It turned out he was battling some deeply repressed gay feelings for other boys in the camp and was having trouble in group settings that week. I listened as he offloaded his trauma on me, but what he said at the end was a little surprising…

“I want to be with a man”

It’s protocol for us as counselors at this point to try and advise against this kind of activity. But fuck, at that point I gave up trying to play the straight card. I knew we had some time alone before the campers started running back and forth again, and I knew the worst thing this kid could say was no. So, I shot my shot.

“I’d love to show you the ropes”. He looked at me eagerly, and fuck was his cock massive… It stuck out of his shorts like a tentpole and I just had to have it. He nodded his head yes, and I was off to the races.

I pulled his shorts down to reveal the cutest little jockstrap I had ever seen. I rolled him over on his stomach to reveal the most perfect ass I had ever seen. I started to spank him as hard as I could, and every time he screamed “MORE DADDY!” I knew I had made a good decision. His ass got redder with every slap, and I was here for it.

I stuck a finger up his hole and began to massage his prostate. He moaned gently while I worked his hole over. It was tighter than tight, never used before. But once he was done being under my spell I knew he would be ready for his next boy toy. I inched deeper and deeper, and listened as his moans got louder and louder. I was in 7th Heaven.

I sat him up, and gagged him with his shorts so he didn’t cry so loudly someone came to check on us. The time had come, and I pulled down his jockstrap to reveal his cock. Eight inches of pure twink manhood hung in my face, and I took it in my hand eagerly. I started to stroke slowly, letting him take it all in. He gave out some muffled moans and started to leak precum. Each time a little bit dribbled out, I used it to wet his shirt and give him some liquid. I could tell he was enjoying it.

I really didn’t want this to end, but soon I began to feel him tremble and I knew he was about to bust. I sped up and used both hands, and it wasn’t long before he came. The first rope shot far enough to hit my face, and the rest covered my hands. He was panting by this point and I could tell his heart was racing from the orgasm, so I wiped up some of the cum with my finger and fed it to him. He smiled and told me he loved it.

We laid together on his bed for a good hour cuddling before I sent him off. We removed all traces of evidence of our little play session before anyone else ever came back to the cabin, and while we never spoke of this to anyone, I did see him trying to chat up one of the athletes at camp later that week.

This was the day I helped a gay little butterfly discover his wings, and have some fun in the process.

NSFW: yes

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