After my experiences with my cousin Leah the previous Thanksgiving, I was beginning to come into my own sexually, as time ticked away until I would be returning to Camp Cummawanna for my final season. Truthfully, I had been in love with a counselor named Julie for years, but had been too shy and inexperienced to approach her or deal with the complexities of my feelings and fantasies for her. In the time since Thanksgiving, I hooked up with a few local girls but it was nothing like Leah... and I still couldn't believe that I had my cock all the way up her tight ass, especially with a rod as big as mine.
Besides the persistent rumors that she had an Italian boyfriend and/or was a lesbian, I wasn't even sure if Julie would be back at Camp Cummawanna again this year, seeing as she must have been at least 19 or 20 by now. Still, I was determined to sweep her off her feet, and to have sex with her and then spend the rest of our lives together.
As time for a new season of Camp Cummawanna approached, I packed my bag, making sure to put in a fresh stack of porno mags from my stepdad Craig's collection. When he dropped me off alone without my mom this year in his BMW convertible, I saw Julie standing at the edge of the parking enclave, corraling a bunch of the younger girl campers together to make their way down to their side of the camp. She looked a bit flustered, with a little added weight this year but still hotter than ever. Her bleach blonde hair was tied up but falling apart, as parts of it fell down and across her big tits, packed into a white sports bra underneath a white Polo shirt with the embroidered camp emblem. It was tucked into some short, rolled up khaki shorts. Her shining, smooth shaved legs ended at some plain white sports sneakers with white athletic ankle socks. As I continued staring at her, she blew some of her falling hair out of her face with an upturned blow.
"Now that's a fine piece of ass," my stepdad said, finger tapping the steering wheel to some classic rock song. His shades were hanging down on the tip of his nose.
"Wh, wh, what...?" I stammered.
"THAT," Craig said pointing with a finger gun towards Julie, "Is a fine little piece of ass. What I wouldn't give to be your age."
"You don't even know anything about her!" I shot back.
"Yeah- and probably neither do you son," he said. "Oh.. oh wait- you LIKE her? Hahaha."
"I'm not your son! Fuck you Craig." I protested, getting out of the Beamer and slamming the door.
"Hey! Watch my fucking car you fucking little prick!" Craig yelled.
"My prick's bigger than yours is!" I shot at him.
"You watching me fucking your momma again??" Craig replied.
Somehow, he always won.
"Look..." he continued, lowering his tone, "I promised your mom to have THE TALK with you," he said, making air quotes with his fingers.
"What?" I said, confused.
"Here," Craig said, tossing a pack of condoms at me. "Don't be a fucking dumbshit. Why do you think you have no Dad??"
The condoms bounced off my chest and onto the ground. With that, Craig cranked up "Panama" by Van Halen on the car stereo and did his signature peel-out move from the dirt parking area, only this time, the cloud of dirt blew over and across Julie and the girl campers, all coughing and waving their hands in front of their noses.
Quickly picking up the condom pack and stashing it in my pocket, I ran over to Julie and the girls, waving at the dirt cloud and trying to be a help.
"I'm... I'm so sorry about that!" I coughed, speaking to Julie.
"You JERK!!" she shouted angrily at me. "Just stow it. We don't need your help! C'mon girls!"
Julie continued ushering her campers down the pathway, coughing.
"Damn..." I thought to myself. "What a great way to kick things off... now I'm never going to have sex with her..."
A couple of days passed since getting dropped off, as things settled in again at Cummawanna. Wednesday came around and it was Spaghetti Night at the Dining Hall. I managed to talk to Julie again as we were dumping our food trays, and she apologized for snapping at me in the parking area.
"It's fine," I told her cooly. "By the way, I'm James, but my real name is Jameson."
I regretted saying my real name as soon as I said it.
"Haha," Julie laughed. "Really? I'm Julie," she continued, putting out her hand.
"I know," I blurted out stupidly, shaking her hand.
Touching her sent a shockwave throughout my body as I felt my cock start to inflate inside of my camp shorts.
"You know my name?" she said quizzically. "How?"
"Oh... you know... I've been c-c-coming here a few years..." I managed to deflect. "You're a counselor right?
"Well, I'm now the HEAD counselor," she said with emphasis.
Hearing that word made my cock jump again.
Have you ever had REAL Jameson, Jameson?" she asked, laughing.
"Uh yeahhh, all the time," I scoffed back, trying to show off.
"I bet you LIKE it," Julie said teasingly, emphasizing the "L" sound with her tongue rollling forward.
She was now glancing down at my shorts.
"Do you L-IKE me, JAME-O?" she suddenly teased, jutting her butt out innocently to the side.
Before I could let out a response she cut me off.
"See you around, JAME-O. Oh, and BTW- it looks like you got a little extra noodle and meatballs on your shorts- you might want to clean that up."
My face turned red as Julie turned and walked away. Looking down, my big cock and balls had formed a distinct outline down my leg in the camp shorts. I quickly sat down at a table next to a group of younger boys, while I watched Julie sit down across the room with a table of other female counselors, mostly brunettes. Two of the boys at the table were argueing about girls and who got to "First Base" before the other, as I waited for my semi-hard chubb to deflate under cover of the table. I looked over at Julie's table and saw that the girls were whispering something, while looking back towards me and laughing.
The conversation among the boys began to take a different turn, as a younger kid named "Jew-Fro Jordan" who wore Rec-Specs began talking to the others.
"Oh yeah! Well I've seen Counselor Katie's titties and pussy before!" he announced.
"Bull-SHIT!" said the other kid. "Are you sure you're not talking about your SISTER'S pussy?"
The whole group began laughing hysterically.
"No, no really!" Jordan retorted. "I've seen it! She shaves her bush!"
"Oh yeah?" said another kid standoffishly. "The counselor girls only go for the older college guys. How did you manage to pull that one off Jew Fro?"
"Out past Ol' Big Knob," said Jordan. "There's a spot above Lake Labiamajora where you can sometimes see the girls take off their clothes and go swimming at night!"
After hearing that, the whole group turned silent before one of the counselors blew a whistle signaling it was time to clean up and leave the Hall. I followed Jordan outside and caught up with him, out of breath.
"Yo, Jordan, is that story about the lake true??"
"Buzz off," he said. "Like I'd tell you anything."
"I'll give you whatever you want if you tell me the location," I told him. "I have a pack of smokes and a brand-new stack of Hustlers!"
Jordan suddenly stopped.
"Oi vey... ok, you give me all of them, do my laundry for the rest of camp, and give me... 50 bucks."
"Damn, you are a total Jew!" I said. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll do it though- whatever- just tell me!"
Jordan and I ducked behind a large tree where he proceeded to tell me the directions and exact location of the lookout spot above Lake Labiamajora. I went to bed later that night feeling angry and betrayed that in all the years of attending Cummawanna, that I had never known this secret place existed.
The next morning came quickly as the camp gathered to hear a special presentation from Julie and the girl counselors on the importance of corn in the indigenous world. Standing in front of the group, Julie held a large ear of corn in the air before demonstrating how to shuck it. In doing this, she suddenly looked directly at me, locking eyes as she held the girth of the corn in her hands, slowing peeling back the outer sheath to reveal the bumpy interior. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as my balls solemnly began to ache.
"These kernals are actually the seed load once it has been distributed," Julie explained.
Her fingers were running up and down the bumps.
"I don't know about the rest of you campers, but there's nothing that I love more than wrapping my lips around a fresh juicy corn cob on a summer evening!"