Taking the Camp Counselor's Advice

Cool. OK here goes. I was real naive, never had any idea what sex was about. At camp one year I got up in the night and whispered at my counselor that my peter hurt real bad and I couldn't go to sleep. He was an older teen probably still in High School, so I trusted him to tell me what was happening to me.

He asked some questions. I told him it was poking out and wouldn't get soft. He wanted to know, did I ever massage it. He made his hand into an empty fist and moved it up and down. He said, go in the bathroom and do that for a few minutes and then let him know what happened. I pumped until I got scared. Went back to the counselor and said I was afraid to do it any more because of feeling crazy and getting harder. He was very impatient. Said go back and keep doing it until something happens. I like to have had a stroke when I caught a climax. Sperm all over the place. Thought I ripped something inside of me.


 I went back to the counselor and said some stuff came out. He said fine, do it once a day. But the bitchin thing about it was seeing him squeeze the front of his underwear all the time while he laid in his bunk and talked to me. I didn't realize it then but I bet he shot one in his shorts after he got rid of me. I soon fell into a deep sleep.

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