Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2019 22:29:36 -0600 From: John Johnson Subject: Quietly With Curiosity - Chapter 8 Readers! I love hearing from everyone. Thanks again for the feedback. Enjoy! and if you want, try supporting Nifty Chapter -- 8 Dillon was glad to be back at the campgrounds this year as he figured it would be the last summer he would work at the camp. Soon he would be a senior in high school which meant next summer he would probably be preparing for college, not working the KOA with his friends. The campground sat at the edge of a small lake adjacent to lots of state park land. With woods all around, it was a popular place for city folk to escape the urban crawl. Working at the KOA wasn't too hard either. In years past, Dillon was assigned menial jobs such as emptying trashcans around the few bathrooms scattered among the few hundred tent and RV plots. After his parent's had driven him to the large rectangular campsite that the manager gave to the volunteers who worked during the summer, he went searching for a good spot for his tent. Dillon had worked here for the past few years, and therefore knew the in's and out's of the long rectangular plot. The east side was where the water pump sat, and being used by everyone, it meant more traffic near your tent. Some people enjoyed the traffic, while others kept more to themselves. The middle of the campsite hosted the grill and firepit. Lots of the members liked to spend the late hours chatting by the fire, roasting hotdogs and marshmallows. Finally the west side was shaded and cool and surrounded by bushes and tall trees. It was a good place for deeds to go unnoticed, as Dillon was well aware, and there was very little traffic as there was no place to go. The keen observer would notice a one small path tucked away at the north-west corner hidden in the trees. Dillon knew that it led down to the lake shoreline and had used it many times in the past to sneak away from the other campers. He chose to put his tent on the west side a short distance from the grills and firepit, but not quite buried among the tree wall. It was a simple blue and white three-person tent, which any camper will tell you, really just fits one person comfortably and the other two "people" are expected to sleep with nylon fabric arching over them, inches above their heads. His skilled hands set it up easily and he noticed a few other tents also in the area. As Dillon was finishing stringing up a rain tarp over the top of the tent, another resident was getting dropped off with a few bags. He straightened up and looked over to see if he was familiar with the newcomer. Dillon recognized him as a student at his school. He wasn't in Dillon's grade so probably a little younger than him, but definitely from the school. He saw from his dark spikey hair, Asian eyes, and small frame that he was one of the boys from the computer club. He struggled a little bit trying to carry everything so Dillon walked over to help. "Hi there," he said as he got closer. "I'm Dillon, need a hand?" He turned to look at Dillon and smiled sweetly, his eyes grateful for the aid with the heavy bags. He had just realized he probably shouldn't have brought so much. "Thank you," the cute boy replied shyly. "It's my first time working here so I'm a little unsure of what to do first." He handed Dillon a tarp and suitcase and they walked into the site together. Dillon quickly found out his name was Ori, two grades behind him. Both him and his girlfriend Catherine had agreed to spend the summer together at the campground, working and hanging out together without their parents around. Dillon helped him get the tent set up near his own, explaining how the anchors and tiedown ropes worked to hold everything down. As they were finishing up, his girlfriend Catherine jogged over and gave Ori a big hug. She had a small frame and her auburn red hair bobbed above her cute freckled face as she bounced around smiling and chatting up a storm. Dillon liked her immediately and was in awe of how much she talked and laughed. Her tent was set up beside Ori's, so the three were in a neat row. Dillon saw a few of his high-school friends over the next few hours, but not the one he was expecting. Gavin had yet to show up and Dillon still wasn't sure if he would still. They had planned to attend the camp together months ago, laying in Gavin's bed after Dillon had used his mouth to bring Gavin to orgasm. But ever since Dillon left him at his house that one summer day, they hadn't spoken. Dillon gave in to his hope and sent him a message on his cell. "Hey, where R U? Is ur dad giving u a ride to Camp?" he wrote. Gavin was usually one of the first at the camp and the two usually pitched their tents together, both ways. Camp was where the two had met initially years back. Dillon recalled how Gavin had snuck some beer into the camp one night and shared it with Dillon in his tent. Soon they were making out and groping each others cocks like clumsy teenagers. Their lust bloomed the next night when Dillon pulled Gavin's penis out and started licking and sucking it, beginning their secretive relationship. As the cool night descended, Dillon had gone to the KOA Office to retrieve all the camper's tasks for the week. Being one of the senior workers now, he had the responsibility to ensure the others had a job throughout the week and all were provided safety instructions. Dillon made it back to the worker site where most of the other teens were sitting around the campfire and chatting about their summers. He greeted everyone and gave out the jobs, which really wasn't very much. Most people had about 20 to 30 minutes of actual work each day. The rest of the time they could enjoy the lake, beach, and a retro video game arcade room adjacent to the KOA office. Dillon proudly held a high score on the original Rampage game. After his few words, he ensured everyone knew his name and a few of the other older campers, and where his tent was in case anyone needed any help. He then found himself a hot-dog and a seat at a picnic table next to the bubbly Catherine, who was excited for her first night at the KOA. Because of the cool night, she had changed from her shorts and T-shirt into pajama pants and a hoody. Dillon's phone dinged and he knew what was coming. He just didn't want to read it. "Not going to make it this year. Sry" was the reply from Gavin. Dillon's tears came without sobs as he sat quietly at the picnic table and stared into the fire a few yards away. He had talked several times with John about Gavin and what their relationship really was. It wasn't love or even a couple who was dating. Gavin had used him for pleasure, and now wasn't willing to give Dillon any of his attention. He swallowed hard and sniffed through the pain as he finally buried his sorrows deep down, closing his eyes and consciously willing an end to all he felt for Gavin. As the last few workers started making their way to their tents, Dillon felt a soft hand on his arm. "Hey now," Catherine's sweet voice spoke to him. "You probably shouldn't have the troops seeing you cry on the first night." Dillon gave a short laugh and wiped his cheeks, turning his head to look and smile at the adorable redhead, appreciative for her kind words. "Yeah that's probably not a good thing," he agreed as he looked back to the fire, glad to have made a new friend. Her hand lingered on his arm as she whispered softly into his ear. "Whomever made you feel that way doesn't deserve you." She slid her hand down from his arm to his leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. Dillon immediately warmed to her touch and a flame stirred inside him. He could barely see in the muted firelight, but felt comfortable that she was with him. Then Dillon felt a body slide into the seat next to him as he heard Ori's soft voice whisper into his other ear, "Did you get smoke in your eyes? That sometimes makes me tear up too." That's when Dillon felt a hand squeeze his other leg, Ori's hand, and a tongue lick the inside of his ear, Ori's tongue. Catherine got up from the picnic table and Ori went with her to her tent holding hands. Dillon was alone at the dying campfire by then as most of the other workers were in their tents reading by flashlight or enjoying the quiet sounds of the woods and crackling fire. He was learning to love the quiet, to listen to his own voice as he worked things through. Gavin was a memory now, not a future. It made Dillon think back to the last time he had seen John. His parents had gone out for a date-night, and Cindy was at work. Dillon knew John was relaxing with some TV in Cindy's room, and sought him out. Peeking through the door, Dillon saw John flipping through his phone with one hand, while the other was buried beneath his shorts. John noticed Dillon entering, looked over and smiled continuing his activity beneath the fabric. "Yes?" he asked nonchalantly, as though touching himself was an ordinary thing. "Can I help you with something?" Dillon smiled, "actually I was hoping I could help you." He approached the bedside as John put his phone down. Dillon briefly glimpsed a photo which he recognized as Cindy's amazing figure, naked on the bedsheets. John pushed his shorts down exposing his rigid cock which Dillon quickly covered with his eager mouth. As the campfire died down to smoldering coals, Dillon made his way back to his campsite. When he passed by Catherine's tent, he heard a soft moan which he recognized as her sweet voice. "Mmm yeah, that's it," she urged in the darkness. "Use your tongue" she continued, apparently unaware of how tent fabric hardly contained any sound. Dillon's thoughts about John had already stirred his libido and the touches on his arm and the tongue in his ear earlier had made him crave more physical affection. Now he was hearing these two fooling around in Catherine's tent, unsure what to make of their affections toward him. Dillon held still so as not to disturb their actions. He reached down in the darkness to massage his rock hard penis through his jeans, imagining their naked bodies laying next to each other. "Ohh baby, yeah lick right there, right there, oh oh oh... ohhh." Her voice trailed of as Dillon figured she was in the throws of orgasm. He quietly crept to the entrance of his tent and felt for the zipper near the base. He got inside and got comfortable in his sleeping bag imagining what he, John, and Cindy might do when he returned from his time at the campgrounds. Dillon was a teenage boy however, and by now, much too horny to sleep. All of his thoughts kept him awake and wondering. He put his shoes back on, took his flashlight, and wandered into the dim night down the path toward the beach. He didn't turn his flashlight on as he knew the path well and there was some light from the moon. It was only about fifty yards before he saw the lakeshore through the trees. There was a small beach off to the left with a few picnic tables. Beyond that was a sizable hut with large changing rooms for beachgoers illuminated by a small porchlight. Dillon went to the hut and ducked into the boy's changing room. Inside was another dim light showing a few soft covered benches lined up in the middle and a sink. At night nobody the beach was closed, so Dillon knew the changing hut would be empty. He dropped his shorts to the ground releasing his hard-on and sat on a bench. Dillon closed his eyes and though back to the memory of him and John as he wrapped his right hand around his penis and began to jerk off. He could feel the orgasm stirring inside as he remembered how John had held onto Dillon's head as his cock shot several sprays of cum inside his mouth. Dillon had swallowed most of it and kissed John deeply with his tongue, sharing the last drops of salty semen. John had enjoyed the taste so much that he immediately went down on Dillon, tasting the younger boy's pre-cum already leaking out, and then sucking until Dillon shot his own load into John's waiting mouth. As the memory of John's blowjob lingered in Dillon's mind, he jerked harder and faster until he felt his balls tighten up. He stood up off the bench and jerked harder and faster until finally he shot several satisfying jets of cum onto the wall near the sink.