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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 26
Sweet Memories And Lessons To Pay Attention To
I was sent to a summer camp the summer after the 8th grade. There were lots of activities, swimming and archery, and horse back riding. There were coaches everywhere, in shorts and the camp T shirt that everyone had to wear. I took horse back riding, and the first day I got blisters on my butt. The camp counselor, rubbed this lotion on and said we had to stop horse back riding. When he was rubbing this lotion on my butt, he slipped his hand between my legs and grabbed my dick and jerked me off.
Anything I could do to be his helper I did. As long as I was around him and he 'slapped' my butt, or gave me a grab of my pants. He let me hold his dick in my hands and stroke him up and down. He let me kiss his dick, and put his dick in my mouth. He rubbed my butt and stuck his finger against my butt hole. A couple of times he pushed me against one of the tables in the barn and 'humped' my ass.
I went home from camp with dreams and masturbation. It was years until I was in the 11th grade that a teacher stuck his dick in my ass. I let that teacher kiss me and I sucked his dick. Any form of affection always made me want for him to stick his dick in me. But that was really dangerous for him and he told me I had to wait until I was grown up.
At 18 the summer before college my father decided I needed to man up before going off to school. He got me a summer job with the DOT as a flagman in the sun. An entry level initiation took place and every guy on the squad fucked my ass. Four guys, by the time they got done I was in heaven, where newbie queer guys go.
But in spite of trying to relive those early days, you grow up. You find that a man who is rugged is your type. You get a job working at a 'dude' ranch in the hills. You suck the dick of the 'wrangler' for the kids. You take the kids out on their first ride. And if one of them gets blisters on his behind, well you use your soft hands and gently rub on the ointment and tell them they have to stop riding horses until the blister heals. But you remember that wise man in high school, don't mess with boys that are not grown up.
Anything I could do to be his helper I did. As long as I was around him and he 'slapped' my butt, or gave me a grab of my pants. He let me hold his dick in my hands and stroke him up and down. He let me kiss his dick, and put his dick in my mouth. He rubbed my butt and stuck his finger against my butt hole. A couple of times he pushed me against one of the tables in the barn and 'humped' my ass.
I went home from camp with dreams and masturbation. It was years until I was in the 11th grade that a teacher stuck his dick in my ass. I let that teacher kiss me and I sucked his dick. Any form of affection always made me want for him to stick his dick in me. But that was really dangerous for him and he told me I had to wait until I was grown up.
At 18 the summer before college my father decided I needed to man up before going off to school. He got me a summer job with the DOT as a flagman in the sun. An entry level initiation took place and every guy on the squad fucked my ass. Four guys, by the time they got done I was in heaven, where newbie queer guys go.
But in spite of trying to relive those early days, you grow up. You find that a man who is rugged is your type. You get a job working at a 'dude' ranch in the hills. You suck the dick of the 'wrangler' for the kids. You take the kids out on their first ride. And if one of them gets blisters on his behind, well you use your soft hands and gently rub on the ointment and tell them they have to stop riding horses until the blister heals. But you remember that wise man in high school, don't mess with boys that are not grown up.
