Counselor in training kids were coupled with a counselor, a new one each week so that we could experience different styles and such. Each counselor was assigned to different age groups. Once a week each age group camped over night in the woods, setting up tents, cooking outside, and generally having fun.
I was with Sam, who I would guess was 19 or 20. Even at 15 I could tell that Sam was gay. It seemed that he didn't care for me much, and I really didn't know why. He wasn't mean or rude to me, I could just tell that there was something about me that he didn't like.
The week that I camped out with Sam was an unsually cold one. It was mid July, and the sun had been out, but the temps in the day were in the 60's and at night into the low 40's.
Sam and I were both cold and he suggested to unzip both of our sleeping bags all the way, laying on one and covering us with the other. The body heat would help keep us warm. Sounded good to me, so we did. It worked and shortly after I was removing my sweatpants and sweatshirt and sleeping in my underwear and tee shirt. I say sleeping, but we weren't sleeping. We were listening to the boys playing and giggling, trying to keep quiet. We were talking in hushed tones.
Somehow the topic that I was too strung out came out. As a kid I was certainly always on "go" and a little more than a little defensive. He squeezed my shoulder and told me I needed to learn how to relax. As he squeezed he made a comment "holy God, you're all knots. Roll over on your stomach."
I did and Sam got on top of me, straddling me, and started to rub into my shoulders. He was a sports med major and deep tissue massage was something he was learning. It hurt as well as felt good, he was really needling into my skin. It was working, however, because I was relaxing. I worked his way into my lower back and to my legs, massaging my hamstrings and then calves.
He finished and told me to roll over. At this point I was a little embarassed - I had become erect while he had been working over my inner thighs. I was praying my cock would go soft, and objected to rolling over saying that what he did was fine, and I was all set.
He told me to stop being such a sally and roll over. Sam was wearing only underwear and a tee shirt as well. It was dark, and I couldn't see too well, so I know he wouldn't be able to actually see my erection, but I was still worried about it. At 15 years of age I would have become erect if anyone had been touching me like that.
Although I had a lot of same sex experience at this point, I wasn't thinking anything sexual at this time. I was hard, but I wasn't excited. At least I didn't think that I was. Rolling over, Sam straddled me, sitting on me. There is simply no way that Same could have not know that I was hard. The only thing seperating his skin from my hard cock was his tightie whities. He didn't say a word, however, just rubbed at my shoulders and chest, working his way down slowly.
He climbed off me in order to get a better angle at my legs. He was rubbing deep into my inner thigh and his hands were dangerously close to my cock. A couple times one of his hands would bump into it, which heightened what was now turning into a sexual desire (although I was nervous as hell).
Sam finished his rub down and layed down, saying that I need to relax and not be so wound up. He asked if I wouldn't mind rubbing his shoulder a little, what was I supposed to do? The man just spent the past half hour rubbing down my entire body. I said yes and he layed on his back. I worked my way down his body and he sat up, stripped off his shirt, and layed back down. He laughed and said that I was doing a good job for someone that didn't know what I was doing.
I sat on Sam as he had sat on me and realized that he was hard as a rock. My own penis, which had gone between several stages of being hard and soft, sprung back into total hardness. Sitting on him, his cock was under neath my ass and balls. Looking down I could make out the shape of his cock head through the fabric of his underwear. I realized that our eyes had adjusted to the dark and that my own erection was standing tall and proud and there was no way that he didn't see it. I know he had felt it before, so I don't know why I was so self conscience.
I finished rubbing his legs and layed back down. I was so tempted to brush against him as well with my hands but couldn't bring myself to do it. We layed on our sides and talking. The heat that we generated in the tent was more than enough and we didn't have the covers on. At one point Sam put his hands over his head, closed his eyes, and stretched. I took that chance to look down and saw his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear, he (like I) was still rock hard.
Although I was hard and horny as hell, I was also tired and my eyes were heavy. Sam made a comment about my shoulder muscles and reach over and rubbed a little, saying that I still had some knots. He dropped his arm and the back of his hand was against my cock. This woke me back up.
We made small talk and his hand moved back and forth, rubbing the back of his hand against my cock. His pinky rubbed under the loose band of my underwear on my leg, rubbing the area of my leg right between my testicle and leg. I was nervous and didn't know what to do, I simply layed there with my eyes closed. Suddenly I felt the waist band of my underwear being lifted and his hand crept under my underwear and firmly wrapped his hand around my hard cock.
Sam slowly pumped his hand up and down on my cock. I didn't do anything except lie there, finally Sam tugged a little on the waist band of my underwear. I lifted my hips and allowed him to slide my underwear around my ankles. He continued to stroke my cock and I had a huge mixture of guilt and excitement, which was a little confusing. I had same sex before, but maybe because I had the same partner for so long a part of me felt this was wrong.
Sam whispered that I don't have to touch him and this was my needed nudge to do what I wanted to do...which was touch him. Reaching over with one hand, I tugged on his underwear. Sam helped me and slid them completely off, his cock exposed. I wrapped my hand around his cock and was amazed. He was so large, he must have been 9 inches long and so thick. His cock was so hot in my hands...
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