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Love's Masters

Copyright© 2020 by Rass Senip

Chapter 3: Summer Camp Counselors

Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3: Summer Camp Counselors - Tim begins to use his telepathy more freely and shares his secret with more people starting with his friends at summer camp. At school, Tim plays on the football team, works out sexy dances for the school's dance squad, and helps his principal build a peer tutoring program to cover Tim's use of students in his own endeavors. Life goes along well until someone decides Tim is the perfect subject for their own endeavors.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   ft/ft   mt/mt   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Mind Control   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   School   Sports   Extra Sensory Perception   Body Swap   Sharing   Incest   Brother   Sister   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Fisting   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Tit-Fucking   Teacher/Student  

June 22nd - June 27th, 1986

Sunday morning, I was busy pulling my commands from everyone’s heads I had missed on Saturday while saying goodbye to Paul, Rita, Jen, and several others who we knew.

The Tweedy Hills camp had three separate campgrounds spread around the lake, each tailoring a specific age group. The youth camp was for kids entering 4th and 5th grade, the Jr. camp was for kids entering 6th, 7th and 8th grades, and the Sr. camp was for high school kids. The lake was large and twisted enough that you couldn’t see the other camps from the lake shores. You sometimes could hear them if alone at the beach if they were at their beach.

The camps all had a full slew of adult counselors, and many, if not all, were those who had gone through the junior counselor program Joey and I were in. Eighth graders could join and become activity helpers at the youth camp. At 15, you could become youth cabinmates, and at 16, you could become Jr. cabinmates. At 18, you could become full counselors if you had been a cabinmate, otherwise you had to be 21. While it wasn’t required to have been junior counselors to become an adult counselor, they were given first priority when filling slots. However, you did have to be an activity helper before a cabinmate, something Joey and I had done two summers ago.

The activity helpers helped run the activities for the younger kids and stayed together in their own cabins. The cabinmates were basically babysitters and stayed in the cabin with the kids.

Once the busses left, those of us who were to be junior counselors were shuttled over to the youth camp by a van that made several trips. We moved our stuff into the cabins we were assigned to and then started checking to make sure all the beds had clean sheets and other busybody tasks.

Just to be clear, what they called cabins weren’t separate freestanding buildings. They really should have been called bunkrooms as all the “cabins” shared a single roof and two walls with three other “cabins.”

There were three types of cabins at the three camps: youth cabins, standard cabins, and staff cabins.

The youth cabins were larger buildings with a hallway, a four-toilet bathroom, three bunkrooms, and a small bedroom for the supervising adult counselor. Each bunkroom had three bunk beds and a small partition that could go around the cabinmate’s bed for a little privacy. The partition wasn’t private enough to do anything besides sleep and maybe jack off if you were quiet about it. I left mine open.

The standard cabins like what we had stayed in at the Sr. camp were really four bunkrooms with an attached bathroom that each exited directly outside. The 8th-grade activity helpers stayed in standard cabins there at the youth camp. They were built such that unless you were really loud, you wouldn’t hear what was going on in the other rooms, so they were very private despite sharing a common roof and two walls.

The staff cabins were just standard cabins with a double bed, closet and other furniture instead of three sets of adult bunk beds.

Most of the activity helpers would be arriving with the campers as the Jr. camp didn’t let you attend both like the Sr. camp did. This was the first week for the youth and Jr. camp.

Around 2:30, we were all sent out to wait for the busses that would trickle in over the next hour and a half. Joey and I stood at the end of the drive, waiting our turn to walk a group of kids from the busses to the pavilion where they would be organized into their cabins.

Almost an hour went by before I suddenly felt an extremely familiar and exciting presence as a pair of buses pulled in.

I gasped, “Suzi!”

Joey said, “What?”

“Suzi is here!” I said before taking off towards her bus.

As Joey rushed up beside me in front of the bus door, we stared almost disbelieving at Suzi’s catlike smile beaming back at us through the door’s window. She had to step back so the bus driver could open the door, but Suzi immediately hurled herself out and nearly knocked us both over.

“Hi,” Suzi said as we recovered our posture.

Joey said, “What do you mean hi?!” before taking her in his arms and swinging her in a circle three times.

When it was my turn, I took her in my arms and said, “You are amazing.”

I couldn’t repeat Joey’s stunt because we were now in the middle of a sea of shorter people.

Suzi said, “You are too. I felt you reach me. Do you know where I was?”

“No, where?”

“London, England.”

“Shit!” Joey said before slapping his hand over his mouth. “Um, you guys didn’t hear that,” he said to the fourth and fifth graders.

I said, “Dang. Halfway around the world. Remind me to tell my mom and dad about that.”

Berry Lutzer walked up and said, “Hey, aren’t you guys supposed to be covering the other bus?”

Joey grimaced and said, “Oops. Yeah. Uh, Tim?”

I said, “I’ll go. Heh. Hey Joey. Looks like you’re already down there.”

Joey looked but then said, “Hey, save it for later. You can’t hold that up for long.”

“I know. But ... You’re right. I’m already feeling it.”

My fake Joey disappeared to Joey’s eyes, and I left him with Suzi. We all knew I could manage the entire parking lot if I really had to without anyone’s help, so there wasn’t any question about who would stay and help Suzi with her stuff.

Kid by kid, I placed my ‘listen to Tim, he’s your friend, don’t let Tim down’ commands. When I had finished with Joey’s, Dana’s and my bus of kids, I took the clipboard from the adult counselor, handed it to Dana, then called off their names when I handed them their shit for Dana to mark as present and put them in groups according to cabin. Dana and I marched them off the lot in nice straight rows before the other bus had finished getting half their shit off. After the chaos of the first busload, the three of us had worked out that scheme, seeing the longer the kids waited, the harder it was to keep order.

We headed to the pavilion where snacks and drinks were being served, directing the kids to their cabin’s table. Three of my six fifth-graders were already there, another two had been in my bunch, and the remaining boy showed up a few minutes later.

While all the kids were eating, all the junior counselors filtered in and introduced themselves to their wards. All except Joey, that is. I had to take care of his fourth-graders at the same time. I finally got a little irritated, so I sought out Joey’s and Suzi’s minds.

Suzi had apparently brought everything but the kitchen sink with her. She had a tent for herself that was almost as big as our cabins at the teen camp. To my delight, it included a queen size air mattress.

They had just managed to get everything carried behind our building and had stopped to cool off. Naturally, they didn’t cool off very long and were in each other’s arms getting rather hot. I let them have a few minutes, but after it appeared they didn’t intend to stop, I gave Joey a little reminder he had responsibilities.

Once they were heading to join the rest of us, I broke off my invasion of their privacy and started to get to know my new cabinmates. When Joey and Suzi finally showed up, Suzi came over to my table for a bit.

Suzi said, “They are all so CUTE!” smiling at my group.

I caught Mick glancing over at us from his cabin of fifth-graders, and I excused the two of us so I could show Mick the real McCoy.

Mick said, “Wow. You’re prettier than I imagined.”

Suzi gave him a friendly hug thanks, then giggled when I sent her the image Mick had made in his mind of her before. I then got a swat on the chest for making her giggle, which she hated the sound of.

Jerry then Gina joined us for a few minutes to find out who the new arrival was. I heard one of my kids calling me, so I left Suzi amongst her newfound fans.

Joey and I had probably made Suzi sound bigger than life. Everyone knew how important she was to me and Joey and they probably felt a little humbled to meet her. I mean, how many girls had two boyfriends, both of which had ‘magical’ abilities. Suzi loved it.

I had our two cabins of kids sitting together, so when Suzi came back, Joey and I sat on either side of her at the same table with our kids. Mick and I were in the same building, but Joey was in the one next to ours.

During the announcements, I connected Joey, Suzi, and myself in a partial three-way so we could get caught up on recent events.

After Suzi had felt my mind touch hers in London, she knew she wanted to see us both as soon as possible when she got back home on Thursday. Suzi and my mother convinced her parents, and my dad set her up with her supplies. My dad had wanted to send her in a limo, but Suzi wanted it to be a complete surprise and insisted on the bus.

While we were telling her of our own adventures, we all felt very familiar vibes I received from two of the eight-grade activity helpers sitting behind us. I killed the three-way and examined the boys privately.

Eric Roberts was not your average nearly fourteen-year-old. He was an early bloomer, having already a full crop of pubic hair at his crotch before he turned twelve and would turn fourteen the following week. The sensations I had picked up on were his lusty thoughts he and the kid sitting next to him, Randy Byers, had while scoping out the girls their age.

Eric and Randy were more than best friends. They had been horn dogs in each other’s company for over a year, and Randy had access to his dad’s video collection of soft porn. Over the past four months, their relationship had progressed to the point where they jerked off together while watching the videos.

I found Randy to be similar to Joey and myself in some respects. He was just fooling around until the real thing came along with a girl.

Eric, on the other hand, wasn’t like me and Joey. While Randy had been the instigator in most of what they did, Eric’s attention wasn’t on the girls as much as the guys while watching the soft porn. He hadn’t actually made the connection that he was gay yet, but I immediately did. The fact that in the shower Eric often fantasized about different boys showering with him rubbing their dicks together and messing with each other’s butt holes while Eric played with his was a big clue.

The shower fantasies included girls in them too, and they had been the focus when he first started having them. But they had always included boys who originally messed around with the girl while Eric watched before joining in the fun. Eric’s current fantasies revolved around the boys messing around with each other while watching or messing with the girls.

The sad part about the situation was, Eric loved Randy, but Randy could never see Eric as anything more than a friend. Randy was scoping out some of the girls and whispering his thoughts to Eric, both exciting and frustrating Eric.

I quickly scanned my and Joey’s wards checking for any other hidden surprises. Apart from one of my kids being worried about all sorts of silly fears, I didn’t find anything.

Suzi surprisingly understood how we had both let our desires control us and had played around with other girls. Suzi had been dealing with similar urges and admitted if Jason hadn’t been with her on the trip to (verbally) vent her frustrations on, she might have done some stupid things herself. We realized she had never gone without having at least Joey around. And with the twins frequently coming around in a limo, they had had plenty of opportunities to have the physical intimacy the threesome seemed to need.

But Suzi was certain the need for intimacy wasn’t related to the disturbing thoughts that had driven her and me to separate, and Joey never had those types of thoughts. We were all convinced the three-ways were too addictive to do on a regular basis, but we were considering perhaps on special occasions it would be okay - once we figured out the intimacy thing.

We all recognized how we all started searching in others for the part that was missing when one or two of us wasn’t around. We naturally gravitated to each other when two of us were still together; Joey and Suzi did it when I wasn’t around, and Joey and I had done it just that past week. Now that we were together at camp, they didn’t feel the need to look for it in anyone else. I, however, would find that wasn’t necessarily the case for me.

Soon we were dismissed to go to our cabins. Officially, Suzi was a trespasser at the camp. She hadn’t paid for anything, and her presence would be a constant distraction to Joey and myself. While Joey and I were busy with settling in with our wards, Suzi was at the office talking to the head counselors about how she could fit in.

I had earlier added the knowledge to their minds that Suzi had been expected. Once that was done, they both came to the conclusion that having an extra junior counselor would work out great.

While Mick and the others kept Joey’s and my cabins entertained, I recruited a cabin of eighth-graders to help us set up Suzi’s tent and equipment. If Suzi’s trunk hadn’t made such a loud squeak when one of the boys opened it, I’m certain they would have found all sorts of interesting things inside.

After the boys left, Joey pulled out three different types of vibrators and said, “Shit, Suzi. What did you do? Empty the twins’ toy box before you left?”

Suzi said, “Actually, the twins helped me pack. Tim, you need to have a long talk with them. They think everyone here is going to want to have sex. They insisted I pack those things to give out to all the girls so they could have something while they waited for you guys to get to them. It’s a good thing I didn’t know there were this many people here. I would have had to bring another trunk!”

Joey chuckled while standing there with five vibrators stuck down his shorts.

JT, one of our helpers, came in, catching a glance of Joey before Joey could turn around.

“Uh ... The extension cord doesn’t reach to hook up the lights. Rob and I think the only way we can do it is by moving the tent over.”

I moaned, “Aw, man!”

Suzi added, “We just got everything set up in here.”

“Yeah,” Joey said while bending over the trunk to slip the vibrators in it. He forgot about the penis-shaped one he had in his back pocket until the extra pressure against the stretched material reminded him. He stood up real fast and hit his head on the trunk’s lid.

“Shit,” Joey muttered, holding his head while tossing the dildo into the trunk and slamming it shut.

JT had a wry little grin, more confused than anything else.

I said to JT, “Don’t mind him. He just watches the Playboy channel too much. Come on Joey, let’s see if we can figure out a workaround.”

As it turned out, we did have to move the tent over three feet. We had to stop for dinner before everything was set up again. Afterward, we took everybody on a hike. By the time we got back to camp, Joey had volunteered to take our kids to the showers. In reality, Joey had taken the lesser of two evils. By taking them, he left me with the responsibility of making sure the cabin of activity helpers took their showers. Because they were old enough not to really need someone to monitor their showering, it was only required for someone to do so the first night. It was a stupid rule, but a twelve-year-old had gotten scalded before our time, so they kept the rule even though it couldn’t happen anymore. I wondered if that was the reason we always ran out of hot water.

When it was my group’s turn, all the boys were a bit hesitant about stripping in front of everyone else. Eric especially was nervous because he had a hardon in anticipation of what he would see. A number of his shower fantasies had used camp as their setting.

I remembered how Joey and John had been like that at that age. Brad and I got over it the previous year from having been early bloomers. Not that everyone there had pubes, but the majority had some and this was their first time showing them off.

“Shit, guys,” I said, slipping my own shorts off. “You’re going to be seeing each other naked every night for two weeks. We’re all guys, and you’re all going to end up looking pretty much like this in two years. So what if some of you are a little bit bigger or have more hair. You’ll all have it in the end and it won’t make a bit of difference when you first get it.”

Most of the guys started stripping, but a few were still holding out.

“Alright. Here,” I said, stroking mine. When my hardon took hold, I said, “Now stop screwing around and get going. I popped the first boner, so if anyone else does and gets made fun of, they will have to make fun of me to my face. Shit guys. We all get boners. What’s the big deal?”

After everyone recovered from their staring fit, I was rewarded by having to wait for someone to finish before I could shower myself. I kept a close eye on Eric and Randy. Or I should say a close mind’s eye. After Randy noticed Eric’s boner, his got hard too. They were making jokes with each other, and I noticed Hank next to them was finding their jokes amusing too. And as much as he tried, he couldn’t help but get a woody himself.

When it was my turn, I found myself to be the center of Eric’s attention for a minute or two. He studied my backside, and I even purposely turned to the side and gave my softening dick a few quick jerks without letting on I knew he was watching. He quickly returned his eyes to his own business, and soon I found myself alone in the showers. I slipped my fresh shorts on and headed out the door.

The next morning, I came slowly out of my sleep to the sounds of whispers. When I opened my eyes, I found my beloved pecker again was standing straight out of my boxers, waiting for my attention. I heard a giggle and found all six boys very amused by my condition. Maybe I should have closed the partition after all.

I wasn’t about to corrupt them with my ways, so I just said softly, “Down boy,” and made my dick go soft immediately. I stuffed him in his proper place, then got up and slipped on my shorts without showing a sign anything unusual had happened.

I got out of bed to use the toilet, and when I returned, Johnny made a surprise attack from above, landing on my back and clinging on my shoulders. I fell backward onto my bunk, quickly overpowering him and started the tickling. Two more monkeys climbed on my back with a shout. I found myself overpowered a moment later when the other three joined in.

I was tickled silly and gasping for air by the time they were finished.

Once I had my breath back, I said, “You realize this means war. But right now, I’m hungry, so let’s go eat.”

We stopped by Suzi’s tent behind our buildings and only had to wait a minute before she popped out. Our good morning kiss probably woke up the group of eighth-grader boys walking by the rest of the way.

Suzi parted our company when we passed Joey’s building. They joined us five minutes later, and we ate together, talking about the day ahead.

The junior counselors were primarily there to act like big brothers/sisters to the younger kids. The adults were supposed to handle any disciplinary issues, but the junior counselors’ function was to try and prevent it from getting to that point. Personally, I thought it was a bit of a scam as we were treated as employees, but we had to pay the regular camp fee to be there.

The whole junior counselors having authority was pretty much an illusion since the only disciplinary action we could take was to tell an adult. But we usually received a lot of respect from the kids since we were with them most of the day.

After lunch at the lake’s beach, Joey gave me a pleasant gift by offering to watch our young kids while Suzi and I had fun in the water. Suzi and I horse played with some of the other kids for about twenty minutes before we found a quiet spot to ourselves.

We were standing next to each other with our hands across the others’ backs when she looked in my eyes. We felt ourselves drawn to each other, ending up in a loving kiss that lasted several minutes. When we broke our lips apart, she laid her head on my shoulder while we ran our hands over each other’s backs. I gazed out to where the others were swimming, feeling very content.

“I’m so happy I came,” Suzi said. “When you found me in London, I was really feeling down. I don’t want to ever be away from you guys for that long again.”

“I know what you mean. Even though we messed around with other girls and stuff, I always felt there was something important missing. I didn’t figure it out it was you until Joey mentioned how much he wished you were here.”

We stood there for a long time, holding and talking, and eventually our lips met again. Our love for each other having been verbally confirmed, Suzi increased her tongue movements, and began moving her hands down my back, then sliding her hands between my shorts and my ass cheeks. Pushing me with her hands and pressing her crotch against mine, she began to grind them together.

Once she was tired of that stimulating activity, her hands reached up and pulled my shorts down to free my cock. We broke our kiss and rested our foreheads together before I slipped her bikini bottom down also. The water was up to our chests, so we didn’t worry about someone seeing us. But before we went any further, I told her I would be right back and dove underwater.

I used a decent-sized rock to weigh down my shorts and her bikini bottom. When I came back up, I stopped off at her crotch and blew bubbles across it.

“That tickled,” Suzi said before we pressed our lips back together.

My prick laid across her entrance while we wiggled against each other, working its head down closer and closer to its magic portal. When it stopped its descent, Suzi bounced up, slipping it into her hot envelope.

I moaned from the intense sensation caused by the cool water and her hot flesh within. We started a slow fuck, both closing our eyes and breathing through both our open mouths and noses. We were oblivious to the outside world, centering our senses on our two bodies and the incredible new sensations of fucking in the cool water.

Our passion grew slowly and steadily, losing the concept of time passing. Our quickening pumping became increasingly difficult to maintain, finding the water not wanting to get out of the way quick enough. After we nearly lost our balance, we slowed down to a stop, panting into each other’s faces.

The world around us faded back to our senses. We stood there a moment longer before I pulled out, and we both moved over to shallower water so we could sink down to our knees to rest.

A vibe hit me, finding a practical joke being played on us.

I said, “Would you believe someone had the balls to swim underwater and grab our swim gear while we were doing that?”

“What? Who?”

“One of the helpers named Eric. It seems he was spying on us the whole time. I must be slipping not to have picked up on him earlier.”

Suzi looked around, then grinned at me and said, “Well, since nobody else knows, why don’t we finish what we started, then hunt the turkey down?”

“Sounds good to me. But let’s swim down the shore a bit more so we can slip into the trees without anyone seeing. I really don’t want the younger kids seeing anything. Their minds are so clean I don’t want to have to tinker with them.”

We found a small clearing further down the shore and hopped out of the water in a flash. We barely reached the clearing before Suzi grabbed me and pulled me down.

“Damn, Suz. If you wanted to fuck this bad, why didn’t you mfff,” I said before her lips attacked mine.

Suzi was on top of me, sliding her wet crotch down. My dick pressed against her crack until she impaled her cunt with my rod. She quickly built our fires back up to their earlier state, and as I started to feel the world around us fade away again, I quickly recovered enough wits to scan the area around us.

Sure enough, I found four minds watching us from the shore. I linked up with Suzi and shared this with her. Suzi’s moan startled the boys, and I was startled myself finding their presence had aroused her greatly.

I checked to see who they were, and as I expected, Eric and Randy were among them.

Suzi started to hump wildly, bring my attention back to the matters at hand. When she sat up and moved her legs so her shins were on the ground, I groaned from the change in sensations. When she began raising her body up and down, we both heard the gasps from the shore. Suzi’s moan ended in a screech as we both came two pumps later.

She fell back forward on top of me and put her crotch in overdrive. My dick spurted its contents powerfully with the extra stimulation she had provided. We both gave a final groan before Suzi collapsed on top of me.

I was very much aware of how Suzi’s legs were spread far apart, giving the boy’s an unobstructed view of not only her asshole but the base of my dick disappearing into her hot puss.

Suzi and I pretended to be asleep while they whispered and came to a decision. When they finally swam away, they left their calling card. Our swimwear was sitting on the shore waiting for us.

After we laid there enjoying our post-orgasm bliss, I checked with Joey. He was getting a little frustrated with our extended absence. But he kept kicking himself for feeling that way. I informed him of the show we had provided the four, and he got a kick out of Suzi’s re-realized fetish. And Joey wasn’t the least bit upset with our lovemaking, just tired of babysitting alone.

Suzi and I dressed and began swimming back. Suzi spotted Eric and flashed me a wicked smile before diving under the water to stalk her prey. I had just climbed onshore when I heard a shriek from the water. Suzi appeared a few minutes later wearing Eric’s swim trunks.

“What happened to your bikini bottoms?” Joey asked with a sparkling look in his eyes.

“I traded,” was all Suzi said before tossing the bottle of lotion to Joey and laying down beside him.

Needless to say, Eric didn’t come on shore until he absolutely had to. His red face matched the red bikini nicely. I was quite surprised to see it covered everything while he dashed to his towel.

But Eric gave us another little shock while we left the beach. He walked up to Suzi wrapped in his towel, handing her bikini bottom to her without a word.

He didn’t even flinch like Joey and I did when Suzi slipped his shorts off and handed them to him in exchange. But Eric did give us a grin when he dropped his towel and pulled his own shorts over his hardon. The four of us walked back together, Suzi and Eric doing most of the talking.

Joey and Suzi spent an hour together that night with no uninvited guests.

For the next couple of days, we all formed a routine. Every morning I awoke and immediately had to defend myself from the six boys’ attacks. I surprised them all when I pulled out a water gun the third morning, getting everyone a shot in the face at least once before I was overwhelmed. I loved every minute of it and didn’t mind the fact that they always ended up tickling me until I couldn’t talk. Besides, I was planning my revenge for all my defeats, and I wanted to wait until it started to get old.

Suzi was always waiting for us at breakfast and always gave Joey and me a good morning kiss. Penny always seemed to be glaring at us while we did that, but only I took any notice and even got used to it after a few days.

The time between breakfast and lunch was always reserved for the more physically exerting activities since it was the coolest time of the day. Joey, Suzi, and I usually were assigned to different groups for that part of the day.

After lunch until around three, the activities were less physical but were usually fun. The junior counselors had some say on what activity they would help supervise. During that time of the day, we got to know a lot of the other kids at the camp, and the three of us were usually together.

From three until five, all of the groups worked on crafts of some kind, staying in the shade to stay cool. We always worked with the kids from our cabins.

Dinner was at five, and afterward, the junior counselors were given free time until eight. Most of the time, everyone went to the lake to swim, take out the paddle boats, or watch the movie the kids were watching at the pavilion. At eight o’clock, the campfires were lit and the day was always ended sitting around campfires telling stories. I was very popular at telling stories.

Eric Roberts, the kid who had stolen our swimsuits, usually hung around us after dinner for a while before joining his cabinmates at whatever they ended up doing. Eric gravitated towards Suzi at first, but then Monday night at the campfire, Eric and I bonded over telling a story together. I had brought one of my favorite books of bedtime stories from when I was little to read, and as it turned out, Eric had the same book at home. The stories were age-appropriate, not nursery rhymes.

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