Camp Staff Members Part 06
As the other counselors retreated to their tents, I tagged along with Manny, Ken, and Gary as they hauled their supplies back to our cabin.
"Did you score any tail while you were out here on your own, Bob? I mean, you've gotta knock one out before you start college next year, right?" Ken asked, grinning at Gary, who was also waiting for my response.
Without missing a beat, Manny filled the silence. "Dude, this guy was so hot. Girls were practically throwing themselves at him. Seemed like he wasn't home certain nights since some pussies just had to be fucked."
Ken and Gary exchanged knowing looks, knuckles bumped, and they howled, "Spill it, man! Share how many tight lady parts you filled!"
I wasn't prepared for their questions, but the sound of the door opening saved me. The camp owner barged in, announcing the need to reconfigure cabin pairings for the incoming session. To everyone's surprise, Gary was going to switch to one of the younger groups. Trent instantly moved his things onto Gary's old bed.
"Alright, guys, let's loosen up a bit before the kiddos arrive in two days. What should we do this evening?" Trent suggested.
After deciding to go into town for some pizza, Manny went to the store to buy beers and Jagermeister. We picked up our pizza and drove to a secluded park.
"My God, this place is great. So many guys must bring girls here to shag," Ken observed, scanning the isolated spot.
"Yes, this is a hidden paradise where only the rowdiest sneak off to do their deed," Trent agreed. "The cops would have no clue if you had a secret party going on."
"I bet, on Thursdays this place is like a quiet, private party spot," Manny said, angling in my direction with a wink.
We chowed down, cracking open beers and shots of Jäger, all feeling no holds barred after hours of drinking and stuffing ourselves with pizza.
"Whoa, I'm officially wasted," Manny said, crumpling on the picnic blanket. "I can't drive home now—I'll get arrested."
We decided to nap till we could handle the drive back sober. Manny leaned toward me and planted a drunken kiss on my lips. Reflexively, I responded, allowing his grabby hands to explore my body.
"What the hell's going on, Bob and Manny?" Ken asked, visibly shocked but unable to turn away from Ken's eyes, which were glued on to our pink slips.
"Uh... Ken, you should know... I'm gay and Manny... well, he just did me," I slurred with no forward thinking or self-control.
Manny then nuzzled into me, unzipping my fly. I was nervous but got aroused as Ken watched, unfiltered as Manny set his lips to my cock head, licking while he massaged his own.
"F-fuck," Ken breathed slowly, "Dude, you've got to be gay. Bob, you fucked some girl while Trent's friend pulled on your other."
"Yes, Ken. We're both gay, so no disrespect, but you'd be lucky to have anyone of us suck your dick. Hell, you might even prefer it!" Trent, slightly intoxicated, added while fondling Ken's trousers.
Trent stopped fiddling with Ken's zipper to pull his out and stroke it. With Manny swallowing my last load, Trent managed to challenge my senses, the sight and sexiness of my fellow counselors' cock tugging made me jealous. Manny whispered, "I think you should do this to our buddy."
Manny relocated to Trent, kissing him while massaging his dick as his hands moved to experience its nudity. Meanwhile, I was seated alongside Ken, removing Trent's hand from his penis and gripping my best friend's manhood, causing Ken to holler loudly as he comprehended my hands were now on his.
Manny and Trent exited the blanket, entering the back of his automobile, while Ken and I remained seated. I eagerly continued to stroke my friend's penis.
Ken expressed, "Holy cow, Bob, that feels so damn good."
"Let me know if you prefer this," I added, before kissing his cock to collect the minute droplets of pre-cum trickling from its slit.
"Fuck yeah, fuck yes," Ken moaned softly.
I proceeded to take my friend's cock into my mouth, as his more compact penis effortlessly fit and did not delve as deeply as Manny's large penis. My throat could easily fuck Manny's penis, making my own penis feel substantially harder for some odd reason.
As Ken's cock slid in and out of my mouth, he murmured, "I've never experienced anything this exciting. Good Lord, you're doing this far better than any girl ever has."
We overheard moans from the vehicle as we witnessed Trent's palms against the window, while Manny was drilling his ass. Ken stared at them in disbelief as I enthusiastically bobbed my head on his penis. Manny thrust into Trent, ejaculating his sperm into Trent, causing Ken to lose control and fire jets of hot cum into my mouth. As I gulped down all of it, I admired how differently each of their flavors were - Manny and Trent's were slightly salty, while Ken's tasted both salty at first and then incredibly sweet.
After Ken had unloaded, his penis was still in my mouth. I inquired, "Have you always been gay, I mean how long have you known? Oh crap, I took pleasure in that. What does that make me?" Ken inquired, sounding startled.
"You're my friend who just had an incredible experience. You can call yourself whatever you want. It's up to you. I merely hope that this doesn't alter our connection," I responded, examining his eyes as his fingers massaged my hair.
"Have you liked that, Ken?" Manny inquired after opening the car door.
"Well, yeah, I think I did," Ken responded while still stroking my hair.
"We may have an extraordinary cabin group," Trent announced, donning his shorts.
Ken and I traveled in the back of the car as Manny and Trent occupied the front. I placed my hand upon Ken's leg, which trembled on my touch.
"Bob, you won't expose our secret to anyone, will you?" Ken whispered into my ear.
"No, Ken, I would never do that. If you want nothing further, I won't push you, but if you want more, I'm ready and only we'll know," I assured him while gripping his leg even tighter.
Once we got back, Trent and Manny climbed into the bed together. We could observe Trent being fisted by Manny.
"Is it okay if we sleep together as we did when we were children, I don't mean we'd do anything, I'm not sure how I feel," Ken inquired.
"Certainly, if that's what you'd prefer," I replied, as both of us settled down in his cot, lying with our backs to each other.
I remained there for a moment, feeling slightly puzzled. Having had a better time fulfilling this act with my friend, what would occur if he didn't want me?
