Gay Escort Seduces Straight Boy – “Waiting For Rock” 50s Style Film

It was a sweltering summer’s day in the mid-1950s, and the tiempo retro summer boys’ camp was bustling with activity. Among the campers was young Tommy, a strapping lad of 18, with a mop of unruly blond hair and a body honed by hours of hard work on the baseball diamond. Tommy was as wholesome as apple pie, with that classic all-American good looks and a sparkling smile that made the girls swoon.

Little did Tommy know that his summer would take a provocative turn when he crossed paths with the ravishing Ricky, one of the camp counselors. Ricky was a smooth operator, a silver-tongued siren with a body that was simply to die for. He had a particular eye for innocent young things like Tommy, and he was determined to make the shy athlete his.

It all began when Ricky sauntered up to Tommy at the camp’s communal shower, his eyes hungry with desire. “Well, well, well,” Ricky purred, “if it isn’t Tommy, the baseball star. I’ve been watching you, you know. You’ve got quite the arm on you.”

Tommy blushed, flustered by the counselor’s brazen approach. “Uh, thanks,” he mumbled, quickly averting his gaze. But Ricky wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily.

Ricky’s hand shot out, grasping Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey now, no need to be shy,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I just want to get to know you better. What do you say we take a little detour to the lake? I promised you big boys a treat, remember?”

And there it was – the opportunity Tommy had been waiting for all day, even if he didn’t know it. With a racing heart, he followed Ricky to the secluded spot by the lake, not quite sure what awaited him but determined to find out.

As they reached the shore, Ricky turned to face Tommy, his eyes dark with lust. “I’ve been watching you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve noticed how you look at me when you think I’m not looking. I know you want me as much as I want you.”

Tommy’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry at the implication. “Wh-what are you talking about?” he stammered, but Ricky just smiled, a wicked glint in his eye.

“Don’t play coy with me,” Ricky purred, stepping closer. “I know you’ve wanted me since the moment you saw me. And now you’re going to have me, just like I’ve wanted you.”

With a swift movement, Ricky’s hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and letting his pants fall to the ground. Tommy gasped, his eyes glued to the sight of the counselor’s bulge straining against his tighty-whities. Ricky chuckled, clearly enjoying the young man’s reaction.

“Like what you see?” Ricky asked, reaching down to cup his thick, heavy cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. Tommy nodded, his mouth moving soundlessly as he feasted his eyes on the unbelievable sight.

“Take them off,” Tommy breathed, his voice cracking with need. Ricky obliged, shimmying out of his tighty-whities and revealing his massive, throbbing member. Tommy’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, feeling an unfamiliar tingle in his own groin.

Ricky stepped closer, reaching out to grasp the front of Tommy’s swimming trunks. “Don’t be shy,” he said, his voice a low rumble in his throat. “Let me see what you’re packing.”

With shaking hands, Tommy shimmied out of his trunks, his hard, thick cock springing free. Ricky’s eyes widened at the sight, licking his lips hungrily. “Fuck, you’re a big boy,” he purred, his hands reaching out to grasp Tommy’s heavy cock.

Tommy gasped as Ricky’s fingers closed around his throbbing member, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “Holy shit,” he moaned, his hips bucking into Ricky’s skilled hand.

Ricky just smiled, pumping Tommy’s cock with slow, deliberate strokes. “That’s it, big boy,” he cooed, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. “Nice and easy.”

Tommy could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Ricky worked him over. And then, with a final quick twist of his wrist, Ricky pushed Tommy over the edge, his cock erupting in a massive explosion of cum.

But Ricky wasn’t about to let Tommy go just yet. With a wicked grin, he dropped to his knees, taking Tommy’s still-hard cock into his mouth and swallowing it down to the hilt. Tommy cried out, his hands flying to Ricky’s hair, tangling in the soft strands as the counselor sucked him dry.

“Fuck, Ricky,” Tommy moaned, his head falling back against the tree trunk behind him. “That was…fuck, I don’t even know what that was.”

Ricky just smiled up at him, licking his lips. “It was the start of something beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And you’re going to love every minute of it.”

And with that, the two men fell into a passionate kiss, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself.