In the sticky summer of 1975, quiet bookish Alex was shipped off to remote Pinewood Camp as punishment for one too many library fines. The all-male outpost buzzed with rowdy testosterone, but Alex’s slight frame, small breasts hidden under a baggy shirt, and the secret between his legs set him apart. Head counselor Rick, all rugged jaw and sun-bleached hair, locked eyes with him during orientation. “You look like you need special attention, kid,” Rick drawled with a smirk. Alex flushed but shot back, “I can handle myself, thanks.”
Days dragged with drills and lake swims until lights-out. Rick appeared at Alex’s bunk, flashlight low. “Inspection time. Quiet now—others are sleeping.” Alex’s pulse raced as Rick’s hand brushed his thigh. “You’re shaking. Nervous or horny?” Rick whispered, witty grin flashing. “Both, if you’re offering lessons instead of lectures,” Alex retorted, voice steady despite the heat pooling low.
Rick’s fingers found Alex’s wet pussy, already dripping. “Damn, you’re soaked. Thought you were the shy type.” Alex bit his lip, panting softly. “Shy doesn’t mean I won’t call you out if your cock isn’t as hard as you brag.” Rick chuckled, freeing his thick, hard cock. Alex dropped to give a quick blowjob, tongue swirling while campers snored feet away.
They shifted to the floor. Rick bent Alex over, gripping his ass. “Gonna teach you what this body can do.” He slid in, thrusting deep into Alex’s pussy. Sweat slicked their skin as they moved, Alex pushing back strong and unyielding. “Faster, counselor—show me you’re not all talk,” Alex hissed between panting breaths.
Rick pounded harder, fingers teasing Alex’s clit until he came with a muffled cry, cum dripping down his thighs. Rick followed, groaning low as he filled him. They collapsed, hearts hammering.
Rick zipped up, eyes gleaming. “Round two tomorrow night—bring that sharp tongue.”
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