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I had worked at this boy’s summer camp for over 20 years, was in my early 40’s and never had had any thoughts, of any type of sexual contact with the boys. I had experienced sex with men on occasion over the years, maybe 3 or 4 times, but did not consider myself gay or attracted to minors. However, that changed one summer about 6 yeas ago when Danny arrived. I fell in love with this kid from day one. He was great and so much fun to hang out with. Just something about him. It didn’t hurt that he always played a girl’s role in the plays at camp. I began to have urges that I never thought possible, and had to fight them with every breath I took. I knew it was wrong to touch a boy in a sexual manner. We were trained from day one of orientation to always be extra careful, not to touch boys in anything that could even be construed as sexual. And so I fought it off.

I satisfied my desires by figuring out a way I could watch the boys in the shower house. By cutting a secret hole through the wall of one of the toilet stalls and drilling a one inch hole behind the T.P. dispenser, which I could swing up on one screw, and then put back in place, I could see inside the entire shower room. I spent many hours in the toilet, watching the boys, one in particular, take showers. Soapy, naked boys, sometimes sporting little hard-on, made for many an enjoyable J.O. session. But it was still little Danny that turned me on the most. But, I was not going to risk jail to fulfill a fantasy.

He went all the way through the summer programs from camper to Counselor in training, now in his 6th year, and due to turn 18 on the last day of June, I was beginning to think of a way of seduction.

Because C.I.T.’s had the run of the whole camp and had a very late curfew, it was easy for them go about their own business most of the time when not working with the younger boys. During the first week of camp, I started inviting Danny and a couple of boys over to my shack at night to watch old re-runs of westerns on T.V. They got a huge kick out of it. We made popcorn and hung-out for a couple of hours. By week two, all but Danny had drifted out of this group. He was the only one now to make the long hike from the other side of camp over to my shack. One night about eight, at the end of week two, July 5, just as the sun was setting there was a knock on the door. I opened it. “hello, Danny” I said with a big grin. “Hey Marty, wanna hang out for awhile, I got an awesome video from home today”. “Sure, buddy, come on in”. He stepped through the door and I closed it behind him, being careful he did not hear me throw the lock.

He was wearing only shorts and a tank top. He was a slight boy, even at just barely 18, only about 5’ 6”. He did not have much underarm or leg hair, I could only guess that he had been very late going into puberty. I had dreams of him naked and I fantasized about his little cock and balls all the time; hopefully, tonight I would get to see them if everything worked out. We dropped in the movie, and old western started. My cell phone rang, I had set the alarm function, and I answered the dead line “Hello, yes, I can talk now. Just a minute” I stood up and looked at Danny, “ I need to take this, I’ve seen this one many times, just let it roll, this may take 15 or 20 minutes”. “OK, Marty, you go on.” I stepped into the bathroom and pretended to be talking.

Now, what I had done, was to leave out a few porno mags on the table, hoping Danny would find them. There were all kinds: women and men fucking, women and women fucking, and most important, men with men fucking. I could see thru the crack in the door that he was watching the movie. Then, he got up and started walking around the room, as if looking for something. When he got to the table, his eyes went wide open. He started filing through the magazines, picking them up one by one and paging thru. I could see him from behind. He was obviously looking at one very intently and touching himself through the waistband of his shorts. I crept up behind him to see which one it was. Oh my gosh, I couldn’t believe it. He was rubbing his cock while looking at the one showing a guy taking it up the ass from another guy.
I touched his shoulder and said, “it’s ok to feel like that, Danny”. He jumped back with a startled look, “Oh Marty, I was just….just” he stuttered. I put my hand up and said, “it’s ok, Danny, it’s ok, I understand” A few tense seconds went by and then, “Oh Marty, really?” he asked with a faint voice. “I didn’t know that you were like that” “Like what? Gay? I’m not, I like women, too. I am what is known as a bi-sexual, Danny. We enjoy both worlds of sex and travel freely from one to the other, whichever might turn us on at the moment” He waited a few seconds and said, “I did not think it was possible. I have had such hard wet dreams, waking up covered with spunk after dreaming a guy was sucking my cock. I thought I was weird and perverted, Marty”

“ No, son”, I reassured him, “there is nothing wrong with wanting to have sex with another man. Have you ever done it with a guy, Danny”? I quizzed, knowing full well the answer. He had done nothing but beat his own meat up until now. “Not really, Marty,” he said in a low voice. “Me and the guys have set in a circle, and watched each other whack off, but that’s it” I gazed at his eyes and said “Well, would you like to find out what it is like”? He thought for a minute, head down, then looked up at me and said, “With you alone, Marty, you won’t tell anyone” “Son, if anyone finds out about this, I could lose my job” I put my hands on his shoulders, “just between you and me, pal”. I took him by the hand and led him into my bedroom.

I sat down on the cot, with him facing me. He was barefoot now and his groin was just at my head level. I looked up at him, touching his hand, and said, “Are you sure about this, Danny?” He looked down and whispered, “Oh Marty, show me what it is like”. I pulled his tank top over his head and beheld his hairless chest and almost no under arm hair. I stroked his arms and then his chest, and then nipples. I said once again, “Are you sure, Danny”. This time, one word, “yes”. I reached up and put my hands on the waistband of his running shorts. I slowly lowered them to his ankles. Now, he was only wearing a jock strap. I turned him away from me and caressed his naked butt cheeks, slightly parting them and running my hand under. “Oh, yes, Danny, you are beautiful” He then said in a somewhat frightened tone, “please don’t hurt me, Marty”
“Danny, you will not be hurt. I am going to show you the pleasures of man to man sex”

With that, I pulled down the jock strap revealing his cock and balls. Not much hair, it was quite a turn on and I could feel my rod becoming stiff… “Oh Danny, you are so beautiful” I repeated. His little cock was about half hard, and I slid the whole thing into my mouth. He got a little weak in the knees when I proceeded to take his ball sack and cock into my mouth, working my tongue over them both, he got rock hard instantly. Now concentrating on just working the shaft up and down into my mouth, quicker and quicker, he began to rock in motion with me. “Oh Marty, that is so wonderful, I never knew…..what…..it …..could…..be………….OH, OH, OH” he groaned as he shot his load of hot spunk into my mouth, “like” he whispered.
I stood up and wrapped him in my arms, “Oh Danny, you make me so happy”

We stood there for a few minutes, his naked body tight to mine. Then he said, “Marty, can I do that to you”? I was taken aback, I never thought that he would go any further than this. I thought for a few seconds, then stood up and took my shirt and shorts off. Pealing down my boxers, his eyes grew wide at the sight of my 6”, cut, rock hard cock

“Are you sure, Danny”, I asked and sat down on the cot. He knelt down between my legs, spreading them apart, and put his lips over the head of my cock. I think I went to heaven that night. He turned out to be a really good cock sucker, and within a few minutes, I was shooting my load into his mouth. He swallowed most of it. We stepped into the shower together and rinsed off the rest of the sticky spunk. I held him close in the shower, our naked bodies entwined. “I love you, Danny” I said. “I love you, too, Marty”
Then, “and can we do this again tomorrow night?” I started to get hard immediately.

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