Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2003 12:51:25 -0800 (PST) From: chip ster Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - 44 Camp Clover For Boys By chipster071053@yahoo.com LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this. OTHER STORIES BY CHIPSTER IN THE NIFTY ARCHIVES: "Weekend In Houston" - Bisexual/College "A Porn Boy's Story" - Bisexual/Encounters "In The Dog House" - Gay/Incest "My Lover's Son" - Gay/Adult-Youth As well as related stories in the Camp Clover file As editor: "My Journey" - Gay/Camping And our story continues. Chapter 44 - THE LAST GATHERINGS Day broke and the sunlight came streaming into the room where Tim was alone in his bed. He could hear the other boys rustling around, waking up, beginning to get frisky together as the day began at Camp Clover for Boys. This would be their second to last night at the camp, their time together drawing to an end. Tim looked over and saw Aaron and Darren on their bed, beginning to grope at each other, their shafts beginning to grow straight and firm in each other's hands. Larry and Jim had apparently fallen asleep sucking each other, and the two boys were still in a 69 position, Larry licking at Jim's shaft while Jim tried to catch a last few minutes of sleep. Andy and Manuel were cuddled together, Andy spooned behind Manuel's back. It made Tim realize even more that he was alone, his partner gone, probably for the rest of camp. The funeral services for Nathan's Great-Grandfather were going to be held later that day. Tim was sure that there would be many in the crowd there staring at Nate, trying to get a clear view of the richest boy in the world. Tim layed in the bed, wondering if the wealth his friend had just inherited would change him. It wasn't every day that you discovered you'd been sleeping, playing and falling in love with another guy who was worth billions of dollars. Falling in love? Had he really thought that? Tim realized that there was a dull ache inside him. He missed Nathan. His mind and body ached to be able to reach out and touch him, hold him, fondle him, love him. Tim had experienced so many different emotions in the past two weeks. He wasn't sure if what he felt for Nathan now was love or something else. But he knew he missed the boy who had become his companion. Activity was starting to heat up as the other boys in the room became more awake. Tim decided to leave them to their fun and get his morning shower. Stripping down, he walked through the door and down the hallway to the shower stall he and Nathan had been using. Pulling open the curtain, he turned on the water and climbed in. As he lathered himself with soap, he began thinking back over the past two weeks and what he had seen and done. Watching the other boys discover the art of sex, fucking with strangers, both boys and girls, who were becoming intimate friends. His hand drifted down his chest, across his stomach and down to his crotch. The shaft between his legs was beginning to stiffen, demanding attention as Tim recalled what had happened. That first night with Nathan on the bed as they explored each other's bodies, learning what touches aroused and stimulated each other. That sexual rush as he felt Nathan's cock slide into his ass, then fill him with warm spunk. He recalled the night he took Amy's virginity in the ballroom in front of all of those people. How wet she felt when he slid his cock into her pussy, pushing through her virgin crack, the feel of the blood and fuck juices lubricating his shaft as he fucked her for the first time. He remembered the surprise, the pain, then the joy of Amy's father plunging himself into Tim's open asshole as the boy fucked his daughter. His breathing became heavier as his hand plunged down onto his shaft in short motions, the memories beginning to bring a familiar feeling of excitement to him. His thoughts raced to the night when he fucked Nathan's mother. The night he layed next to his sister while the two of them shared sex with others. He recalled with humor getting Jack's huge cock stuck inside his butt, but also remembered how incredible it had felt to have it there. His hand raced up and down his shaft as he remembered the hot shower with Rodney, Jack circling the shower, naked, with a video camera in his hand calling out directions. He remembered the porn shoot. The incredible feeling of sinking his cock into the older girl's cunt, knowing that hundreds of people, if not thousands, would someday be watching him fuck on screen. He relived the stimulation of feeling Jack's huge cock sinking into his hole. Suddenly the stimulation of his memories coupled with the physical stimulation of his hand and he felt a charge welling up in his groin. As he imagined himself spewing out cum on the movie set, the sensation became reality as jet after jet of hot sperm ejaculated from the boy's hard cock and splashed onto the shower floor. Tim's head jerked back, his groin thrust forward as he experienced the sensations of his self-orgasm. He heard himself moan loudly as the spasms continued. Six, seven, eight hard shots streamed across the shower, finally ending with a couple of small spasms that left strings of cum dripping from his hand, the jets of water pouring over his back as he reached his peak. Tim hadn't noticed the curtain in his shower opening, nor had he seen the older teen join him. He discovered he was not alone as he started to collapse from the excitement of his orgasm. Two hands reached out and caught Tim as he started to fall toward the wall. His eyes opened, he turned around with a jerk and saw Jake standing beside him. "That was quite a show, Sport," said the senior counselor. "You all right?" "Ah, sure, thanks, Jake," sputtered Tim, still reeling from the climax coupled with the surprise of discovering he was not alone. "I noticed you weren't in the room, so I came to check on you, but it looks like you're doing all right," said Jake. "Yea. Actually, it felt pretty good. I haven't jacked off in a while, what with everything that's been going on here, and cutting loose like that just felt good." "I could tell. Ya know, sometimes a guy just has to do himself. Don't tell anyone, but there are nights when I'll slip out of the bunkhouse and lay down under the stars and work myself up. There's not a whole lot that feels as good as covering yourself with hot cum while a cool breeze blows over you." Tim looked down at Jake's cock, which was beginning to stiffen. "Must be some pretty good feelings. Look what it's doing to you!" said Tim. "Yea, I think I could use a good jerk off right now. Watching you was pretty exciting." "Need help?" asked Tim. "Na, thanks anyway. I think this is something I want to do on my own. You know, it's been a long, long time since it's been just me and my morning woody," said Jake. Tim reached outside the shower curtain and grabbed a towel from the hook just outside the door. "Then I guess I'll leave you two alone. Catch you later!" "Yea, see ya!" answered the counselor has his hand began to wrap around his pole. Tim went back to the bunkroom, where only Andy remained. "The other guys and I are sorry you slipped away this morning," said the redhead. "We would have included you in the fun if you'd stayed around." "That's OK. I guess I just needed some time alone, Andy. Thanks anyway." "Do ya think Nathan'll be coming back before the session ends Saturday?" asked Andy. "I don't know. The funeral's today and I'm sure they'll have to spend some time there after that. There'll be lots of people who'll want to see them after it's over," said Tim. "Maybe we'll find out something today," said Andy. "Sure hope so. I'd hate to leave without seeing him again," said Tim, adding only in his thoughts, "and fuck the guy's brains out one more time." Tim pulled on his clean camp uniform, which always seemed to turn up on his bed while he was in the shower, then headed over to the mess hall. He was a little early, and Terry pressed him into service, getting things ready to serve breakfast to the other campers. "I heard from Susan last night," said Terry. "They're expecting over a thousand people at the funeral today." Tim remained silent. "She says Nathan wanted me to say 'hi' to you and he's sorry you couldn't have come along with them. I know he wanted you to, but Susan and some of the others of us thought that wouldn't be a very good idea." The camp director paused. "Tim, I'm sorry you couldn't go. You would have been out of place and kinda hard to explain, too." "He's my friend. Wouldn't that have been good enough?" asked Tim, looking into Terry's face, a hint of a tear in the corner of the boy's eye. "You'll get to see him again soon. And I don't blame you for feeling sad about him not being here. But there'll be lots to do over the next couple of days, and you should try to think about something besides missing Nathan," counseled Terry. Before Tim could say anything, some of the other boys started coming in for breakfast and that ended the conversation. Tim tried to compose himself as Terry turned away to direct the morning crowd. Tim went through the line and got his breakfast, sitting down alone at an empty table that soon filled with his camp frends, getting excited about the upcoming activates of the day. "You know what tonight is, don't you?" asked Kip, who had taken a seat across from Tim. "It's threesome night!" "What's that?" asked Tom, who was seated very close beside Kip. "Well, tonight we're all going to be assigned to a couple who will test us on what we've learned," responded Kip. "That's right," said Jake as he slipped into a seat at the end of the table. "Some of you guys will get partnered with some of the parents, some of you will wind up with us counselors and a few of you may even wind up with a few of the other adults in camp." "That sounds hot," said one of the other boys. "The adults are setting up the partners this afternoon. You'll be picked to join them tonight at the lodge. Nobody knows who'll be with who until it actually happens tonight," Jake explained. At that point, Terry stood up in the front of the room and called for the boys' attention. "Sounds like you've all already heard about tonight's activities, so I'll just caution you that today's plan is for light recreation. You guys will be pretty much goofing off, so you don't get too tired for tonight. We'll gather here around 5:30 to head for Shamrock Lodge, and we'll have dinner with the girls over there. The partner picks will be around 7 tonight. "The archery and rifle ranges will be open this morning, the stables all day, and the swimming dock will open at 1 this afternoon. You're on your own, so enjoy the day," said Terry. "And save your energy for tonight!" That day went by quickly. Tim stayed with Kip and Tom for the most part, running into the girls at the stables. That's when they caught Dalton, the stable master, in the tack room with Jason and Angie, the range instructors, having their own little three-way. As much as they would have liked to join in, they showed great restraint, saving themselves for later. At the lake, Tim ran into his sister Kim, who was with one of the other counselors from Camp Blossom. "You ready for tonight, little brother?" asked his sister. "I guess so. Are you going to be one of the adults tonight?" he asked. "Depends on if they need me. If not, I'll probably just spend the night with Jeffrey and Abbie and have my own little three-way. Lord, I remember how much fun that was the year I came here for the first time!" said Kim. Later that afternoon, Tim saw Kim slip into one of the cabanas with the other two lifeguards. Tim guessed Jeffrey, Abbie and Kim were getting a head start on the evening's activates when he heard some low moans coming from inside the cabana's walls. Late that afternoon, the boys returned to the bunkhouse where they showered and changed into clean clothes again. They met outside the bunkhouse where a bus was waiting to take the 31 boys off to Shamrock Lodge. Tim's parents were waiting for them when the bus arrived. He didn't get a chance to speak to them because they were being hurded into the ballroom for dinner. Following the meal, Terry stood and began his presentation. "Tonight, you're all going to get a chance to show what you've learned during your stay here with us, and some of you may learn a few new things, too!" said Terry. "Earlier today, the adults were assigned partners by random drawing. There are 61 couples who will be waiting in their assigned rooms for one of you to join them. Some of the rooms on the first and second floors have placards on the doors with special numbers for tonight. If you will reach under your chairs, you will find a tag stuck there with your number on it. Find the room with your number on the door and that's where you'll be spending the night. And I hope you all have fun tonight, too. If you have any questions, see me or ask one of the counselors." And Terry sat back down as the boys and girls reached under their chairs. Tim found a tag with the number 43 attached to his chair. As he headed toward the door of the ballroom, one of the counselors asked to see his number, then directed him to the second floor, north wing, where his partners would be waiting. He crowded into the elevator with several of the other campers, one of which was Kim, who leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Tim smiled back at her, but didn't get a chance to say anything because the elevator doors opened and the two were pushed out with the crowd. Turning to his right, Tim headed down the hallway along with several other boys and girls, each searching for their rooms. Tim found his halfway down the hall and stopped in front of the door marked "43." He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Seconds later, the door swung open and Tim was as shocked and surprised at what he saw as were the couple in the room waiting for their young partner. "Mom? Dad?" said Tim. The naked couple in the room looked at each other, then looked back at their son and broke out into big smiles. "It's about time," said Tim's mother Kate. "Come on in, Son," said his father Dan. "Get your clothes off, and let's get started. Let's see what you've learned." NEXT: GOODBYE? I always want to hear your comments on this or any other story I've written. You can reach me at chipster071053@yahoo.com.