Dave's Camp

I'm Dave and I'm almost 34. I'm 6'3, with a fit body; it's not like I have a chiselled gym body, but I make sure I'm active. From fall to spring, I train young men to become camp counsellors at our boys-only camp. I enjoy my work.

Today I'm training a newbie named Ethan who graduated last June and passed the interview. Told him to dress in his home clothes, because I want to see what he'll be like.

I'm organizing his paperwork when I hear a knock on the door. A tiny 5'6 guy peeks into my office and looks at me.

"Yo, is this Mr. Scott's office?" His voice is tender yet confident.

"Yes, come right in."

Ethan walks into my office. The first thing I notice is his body. He has a slim frame.  Ethan's got messy brown hair that reaches his green eyes. His face is smooth aside from the cuts around his chin where he freshly shaved any stubble.

I glance down and god, he took my dress code literally. He's barefoot and wearing a white hoodie with what his jogging sweatpants. There are stains on Ethan's clothes from the heat. Judging by his smell, I don't think this is a new outfit.

"Hello Ethan, for our camp, we employ... unorthodox methods to ensure the success of all counsellors. I'll guide you through it."

"Okay, whatever."

I hate to admit it, I accept applicants when they're my type. I won't reveal it until their training is done, until then, I stay professional with my job.

"Before we start, do you consent to the surveillance and recording of training footage?"

Ethan nods.

"So the first training task is so the camp can feel ensured that your, hm, impulses don't interfere with your counselling."

Ethan raises his eyebrow.

"I'll be showing explicit imagery to you. Try not to show any reaction, and if you do, hide it. As a counsellor, you won't always be fully clothed, so I'll have to test that."

"I understand, can't you just test me now?"

Every part of him is cute. I turn my monitor towards him and load my files.

I start with a picture of a woman doing yoga to see his reaction. Ethan has no response. I switch the photo to a guy working out. Ethan's blushing, but he keeps a straight face. Yes. He's gay.

"Ethan, don't let your hormones get the best of you," I tease him.

"I won't," he says, his eyes glued to the screen.

I switch to a folder with men-only.

"Relax, Ethan. Take your hoodie off, act like you're lounging around."

Ethan smiles as he leans back in his chair and pulls off his hoodie. He puts his hands behind his back.

Damn, he's smooth; Ethan's armpits are nearly hairless. I'm supposed to be screening his ability to keep calm while horny but this feels like the real test. His stomach is flat, he doesn't work out. Ethan's already pale, but I can see a hint of a tan line where his sweatpants begin.

I look away from his body and start the chosen video. It's typical daddy-fucks-twink garbage I find when scrolling. I picked it because of the significance it'll have to him; it'll ease him into how this camp works under the hood.

Ethan's getting into it, he's subtly rocking his hips back and forth. I think he forgot the assessment. I can see drool trail down his chin as he rubs his cock through his sweatpants. He's straddling the armrest on his chair at the same pace the twink bounces on the man's dick. When the older man gets a close shot, Ethan stands up in a daze.

He leans forward, his squishable pecs inches from my hands. I can smell his boy sweat from here, the smell horny guys give. Even if he thinks it's taboo, I can tell he enjoys it.

"Uh, could you um," his confidence mixed with his unsure feelings, "uh, switch it? That's my dad fucking that guy."

"Sure thing. I'll need you to remove your pants and relax again to assess you in a more stressful situation."

Ethan stands up and averts his gaze as he undoes the knot in his sweatpants and they drop to the floor. He's wearing mesh briefs. I'm both grateful and worried at the show, I can't get a boner yet. I tell him to act like he's at home.

Ethan smiles, his composure back, and spreads his legs, tilting back with his hands behind his head again. I could pin him down at this point and he'd be powerless to my advances.

I need to stay professional for a few more minutes. I avoid the bulge in his see-through underwear.

"During camp, you might see more... I should say, intimate moments. To simulate it, we got your roommate to demonstrate."

"Jeremy?" Ethan's face turns red as the video call starts. The video ambience is silent as Jeremy walks into the frame.

Damn, Jeremy's a hunk. He's easily 6'5, his body filled out. His beard's starting to grow. He grins at the camera, which appears to be set up near Ethan's bed. The bed would be way too small for a big dude like him.

"Hey, Ethan, I know you're gay and your employer needed someone for the job so I thought I'd give you a little treat,"  he smiles. Jeremy takes off his football gear. He's left in his jockstrap.

"You're such a cutie, you know that? If I was gay, I'd ram that ass of yours daily," Jeremy says, fondling his bulge, "I hope you don't mind what I'll do. I know that you'll love it."

Jeremy pulls his cock out and humps Ethan's bedsheet. He's like a pornstar with how verbal he's being.

I look back at Ethan, who's in easy. His cock is twitching.

A few minutes pass. Ethan has crumpled to the floor, panting as he listens to his straight roommate. Eventually,y Jeremy erupts his load onto his bed and ends the call.

"Fuck, Dave, I need to unload," he moans, rubbing his cock on my carpet. I smile.

"So part of our program is letting our camp counsellors release their pent-up sensations on the supervisors. Do you want to try that now?"

"Fuck yes."

"Let's try practicing not waking the others," I say. Ethan hesitates as I blindfold him.

"Don't worry, you'll be a good boy, won't you? If you don't stay still, I'll need to tie you up." On instinct, he relaxes.

His cute little face makes me want to glaze his face in cum. Not yet. That's always my reward for training young men.

I pull his briefs down. His erect cock catches on the band and I tenderly graze his head as I slip it off.

Ethan's cute, and his cock is no exception. It's only about 5 inches, cut. Where a bush should be, isn't. In its place is his smooth skin.

I wrap my hands around his dick. He's shaking now. I can't get my first stroke in before he starts to hump my hand fervently.

He doesn't notice in his cock-drunk state, but he never closed the office door. I don't have the heart to tell him his dad's been waiting outside the door to pick him up. I motion for his dad to come over. He quietly steps towards his son, humping my hand.

Wordlessly, he undoes his belt and places his hairy 8-inch cock on Ethan's lips. He places his arms on Ethan's shoulders as Ethan instinctively slobbers over the cock in front of him, unaware of who it belongs to.

His dad's doing a great job of staying quiet; Ethan would be familiar with his moans after just hearing them now. His dad starts to sweat, his office uniform becoming more and more dishevelled as the cock peeking through his pants thrusts into the younger man. Piss seeps out of his dad's cock as it slides in and out of his lips.

Ethan groans as I release my hand from him. Blindfolded, he scrambles around for a surface. He eventually finds his dad's shoe. Fuck, he looks so hot rubbing his cock on it. His cock is like a geyser as it coats the leather shoe white.

I shift in my seat as Ethan deepthroats the cock in front of him. He gags repeatedly, his tears staining the blindfold. His dad lets out a moan before covering Ethan's face in a blanket of his seed. I gesture for him to leave as I close the office door.

I inspect his body. It's smooth and slick with sweat. A mixture of cum, piss, and spit coats his upper body. I grab his boxers from under him and smell them before lazily rubbing them on the mess.

I remove the blindfold from his face.

"That concludes your first testing session, did you enjoy it?"

"Mmm, yeah. Thanks, Dave." Ethan's boyish face shines from his liquids. He wipes off the piss from the corner of his mouth.

I can't wait to have my reward for training him.