Date: Sat, 6 Feb 2021 01:28:45 +0100 (CET)
From: boi_stories@tutanota.com
Subject: My Little at Summer Camp

My Little at Camp – Part 1
By: Boi_Luvver

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Gay, Adult-Youth, Camping, M/b

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**Disclaimers:**

- This work of fiction contains sexual contact with a minor. If that is
something you're not comfortable with, or is illegal in your jurisdiction,
don't read any further.

- If you are under the age of 18, don't read any further.

- I do not condone the actions of the characters and I do not necessarily
agree with their views and opinions. Separate the art from the artist.

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At campfire, he would sit on my lap and squirm around until my cock was
pole straight and hard. Then he would settle so it was between his cute
little boy buns. He would also grab my hands and hold them on his lap so he
could grind his little pecker into the palm of my hand. Knowing that there
were at least a hundred other campers and staff, often with you, the
counsellor of the cabin next to mine, sitting right beside me in the
campfire circle just added to the incredible high of playing with forbidden
fruit.

At 9 years old he knew what he wanted, though most would suggest that I was
grooming him, leading him down a forbidden path, taking advantage of an
innocent. If anything, it was the other way around. At 18, I had no
experience, and would not have initiated contact. I know most people would
say, you were older, you should have known better... and I did. But my
little head got the better of me, and there I was, one week into a
four-week camp session with the cutest, horniest little 9-year-old glued to
my hip.

You told me that it wasn't unusual to have a camper attach themselves to a
favourite counsellor and become his shadow. You said it happens every year,
at least a couple of kids would adopt their special friend, and nobody
really thought anything about it. You also told me that even though we are
advised not to be alone in a cabin with just one camper, it was pretty much
understood that sometimes a little would attach himself to a big, and
barring bathroom breaks and bed, they would be inseparable.

This session, I was the first to find a little growth attached to my hip.
Which leads us back to campfire. I wasn't the only counsellor with a kid on
his lap. It happened with most of the younger cabins. There was always a
kid who needed a little TLC, a hug and a cuddle. Campfire worked out great
for that kind of closeness. So, there I was, looking like I was just giving
a cuddle to my little, like others were doing, and they had no idea how
right, and how wrong they were. By the end of the first week, I pretty much
always left campfire with pre-cum soaked undies.

The beginning of second week, it rained, hard. It was like heaven's
bathtubs all got drained at the same time. We couldn't go anywhere without
getting soaked. The only saving benefit was that in summer, most of us only
wore t-shirts, shorts and flip-flops. So running around in the rain wasn't
too bad.

You came to me at lunch and asked if my boys were up for a good old
fashioned mud fight. Your boys wanted to play in the mud, so you thought we
could have a joint cabin activity. My guys jumped at the idea, and before I
could ask them had agreed. So, after lunch, in our free play period, we
went out to the edge of the pond where the drainage ditch emptied. It was
slippery and muddy, and the boys pulled off their t-shirts and jumped right
in. You were quick to follow.

It was pretty much a free-for-all, but we did lay down a couple of simple
rules. No throwing mud at another guy's face and stay close to shore. I
stood on the shore, watching, knowing that we technically needed a
lifeguard, but hey, its fiction, so really, does it matter? So, for about
20 minutes, you and the boys slung each other around in the mud on the
shore, while I chased anyone getting out of the water back into the
fight. It was a blast, and we generally ended up looking like pigs in a
pen. The boys were adorable, with mud caked in their hair and plastered all
over their cute little faces and bodies.

As the adrenalin started to run out, more than one of them were starting to
shiver. While the air was warm, the water wasn't. Sensing that we needed to
get the boys warmed up, we decided to take them up to the shower house.
Having gone into the water to drag the last couple rug rats out of the
muddy pond, I heard my little shout to the others that they should get me
dirty too. As I turned back to shore, I was dogpiled by two cabins worth of
boys and a 19-year-old counsellor. I went down hard, and once the boys had
ready access, they packed mud in everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. They
pushed mud up my shorts, under my t-shirt and ground it into my hair and
ears. Pleased with their work, my traitorous little grabbed my hand and
said that they were now ready for the showers.

The showers at camp were in a bathroom shared by two cabins. Each bathroom
had two urinals, three stalls, and a single shower room with 6 shower heads
running around the room. The shower itself was small enough that when you
had all the showers going, you couldn't go through without getting wet.
With all of our 9-year-olds starting to shiver, we decided it would be best
to all crowd in and warm up together.

Like a surging wave, the boys poured into the small room, and giggling,
started to let the dirt run off their little bodies. For a
closeted-boyloving 18-year-old, watching nipples appear out of the mud was
nothing short of magical. Cute little bellies, some rounded, others tight,
began to peek out. Seeing the small mud-monsters metamorphize into cherubs
was causing my body to change as well. My cock was getting to be as hard as
it got at campfire, which I didn't think would be too much of a problem, as
I planned to wait for the boys to finish showering and then grab my own
shower once they were in the cabin getting dressed.

That isn't what happened, though.

One of boys pointed out that he couldn't get the mud out of his bum with
his shorts on, so he dropped them, along with his Spiderman undies. There
was a brief moment, pun intended, while the others watched to see what
would happen. He started to soap his bum, and with nothing said by either
of us, there were soon twenty pairs of shorts and undies on the floor of
the shower. At this point, a bunch of the boys started to notice that some
of them were getting "stiffies" and started to giggle.

I was also having a stiffy moment and really didn't want to draw attention
to my own rod.

You, however, weren't phased by it. You just dropped your shorts. I must
admit, I was just as shocked as the boys were. Your beautiful man-cock
stuck up at about a 45-degree angle. You proceeded to tell them that when a
boy or man feels good, it was natural to get an erection. You also told
them that it was nothing to laugh about since it happens to everyone, and
as they get older, it would happen even more. You then looked my way and
suggested that since I was the only one still wearing something, maybe I
should drop mine as well.

Now, don't get me wrong. This was wet-dream fodder that would be good for
months. But I was still sort of leery about showing myself to my little who
was suddenly standing right in front of me, staring up at my face. It
seemed he REALLY wanted to see what he had been sitting on for the past
week. So, with a nervous gulp, drop them I did, and my little broke into
the biggest shit-eating grin that I had ever seen on his face. He obviously
liked what he saw.

As my little stepped back into the shower, he asked me to wash his hair.
Almost as if it had been planned, all the boys were clambering to have one
of us wash their hair. I looked over to you, and you shrugged and stepped
into the shower. So, with a bit of concern for where this could go, I
grabbed two bottles of shampoo, and followed suit. As we were organizing
who would go first, I noticed that most of the boys were now sporting
"stiffies". In fact, most of them were unconsciously playing with them, my
little included.  My little just stood back and watched the show. He stood
there, with a smile on his face, hard boy cock in his hand, watching me
wash the hair of the camper who had jumped in front of me. The scene of so
many naked boy bodies was so wonderful that I really didn't put a whole lot
of thought into what I was doing as I started to wash the hair of the
camper closest to me.

He was standing in front of me, looking at my cock as I was washing him,
while I was enjoying the sight of all the erect boy penises bobbling around
in front of me. As I was washing his hair, and still looking all around me,
he batted my cock gently to get my attention, and then asked if I could
also wash his back. Once again, wanting to take my cue from you, I looked
your way.

You just raised an eyebrow and reached for a bar of soap, I too picked up a
bar of soap and started to wash his back. Without really thinking about it,
I reached over his shoulders, still looking all around, and started to rub
my soapy hands down his back. As I got to his small boy bum, it became
apparent to me that I really hadn't thought enough about what I was doing.
There I was, bending over him, almost touching his bum when I realized that
my cock was rubbing against his cheek. I guess I jumped a bit when I
realized what was happening, and knocked him off-balance, causing him to
grab me around the legs, with his hands on my ass.

Concerned about what this might look like, I looked around, and thankfully,
it seemed the only person who saw what was happening was my little, who was
standing of to one side, smiling from ear to ear and giggling.

I quickly crouched down and turned my camper around so that I could soap
his bum, and in doing so, I commented that I needed to check and make sure
all the mud was gone. I looked over your way to see that you were already
rubbing your hand in your boy's crack. You saw me look up and smiled.
Feeling a bit better about things, I leaned in closer and started to rub my
hand in the crack of my boy. I paid special attention to making sure that
his boy pucker was clean. Then turning him around, I also washed between
his legs, making sure there was no mud left to make chafe his tiny sac and
dicklet later when he was dressed. Announcing that he was clean, I waited
for the next camper to present himself.

As each boy was cleaned, he left the shower to dry off and get into clean,
warm clothes. I was in heaven, getting to feel up 10 campers
"legitimately", getting to play with their puckers and pricks had my cock
drooling. Once again, I saw that you were in the same boat. You looked at
me, and sort of shrugged with a look that said yeah, I know that you know
that I know... fun huh?

Soon we were down to just two boys left, my little, and as I thought about
it, the little that was often found sitting on your lap. To make it a bit
more interesting, I turned us so that I could look over at you. You turned
slightly as well and started to wash your little's hair. I copied your
actions and lathered up my little. As we washed the hair of our littles,
you cocked your head and raised an eyebrow as if to tell me it was my move.

So, I took the initiative, and stood up. I wasn't going to let the
opportunity to rub my cock on my little's face pass me by. You looked
puzzled but followed suit. My little guy looked up at me with a grin and
grabbed me close in a hug, rubbing his face in my pubes. I soaped my hands
and started to wash first his shoulders, and then moved to the top of his
back. As I did so, I started to lean over, allowing my cock to start moving
against my little's face. I nearly jumped when I felt his tongue sneak out
and lick along the length of my shaft. This was SOOO much better than the
solo shower I had planned to take once the boys were done.

I kept moving my hands down his back, reaching down to his little
bubble-butt, which I grasped gently. I slowly massaged his cheeks, both
with my hands, and with the gentle thrusts of my cock beside his head. You
just stared until I nodded at you. You quickly started to wash your
little's back in much the same way I had. After a minute or so, when I
indicated that it was your move, you jerked a bit, and turned your little
around, so that he was facing me. Then you leaned over him from behind and
slowly ran your hands down his tummy and started to stroke his little boy
cock. By this point, we were past the pretense that you were washing your
little anymore. It was obvious that you intended to give your little a
great deal of pleasure, while taking some for yourself as well. I turned my
little around so that he could see what you were doing. We looked on for a
minute as the two of you got lost in the pleasure of touch and being
watched.

My little took my hands, moved them to his prick and started to rub himself
against them. I slid down the wall behind him, and slowly put my face to
his ass. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. Just half an hour
earlier, I would never have believed that I was going to taste my little's
ass, and there it was, now or never. And I chose now.

At first it was just a little lick, and as I did so, my little pushed his
ass back against my face and grabbed my hands and held them in front of
himself like he did at campfire. Then, with my hands where he wanted them,
he reached back between us, and pulled his little buns apart so that I had
full access to his pretty little pink rosebud. As far as I knew, this
little ass had only ever had things go out of it, but with a bit of work,
and a whole lot of determination, my tongue would be the first thing to go
the other way. I sat there, holding up his body as he leaned forward, and
pushed his ass back onto my tongue. I was in heaven. I had a hard time
believing that it could get better than this. His little ass tasted tangy
and sweet, better than I ever imagined, and I knew in that moment, that I
would be a connoisseur of boy ass for the rest of my life.

Knowing that we didn't have much longer, I reluctantly pulled away from my
little's ass, slowly turned him around and stuck out my tongue. He looked
down for a second, and moved his freshly washed pricklet onto my tongue,
and just let it sit there. I slowly opened my mouth and sucked in his
little morsel. As I sucked, he started to slowly move his hips back and
forth. As his first ever dry cum approached, he tried to pull out of my
mouth. Without letting him go, I looked up and smiled, willing him to keep
going. Though not too sure, he kept bucking his hips into my face, fucking
my mouth in the dance that every boy instinctively knows. And not more than
a few seconds later, he thrust hard and stopped thrusting, his only
movement came from the tremor that shook his body. As the shaking slowed,
he started to slump forward. I caught him as he fell and cradled him in my
lap.

As I sat there, my hard cock straining for release, I looked over at you
and found you both sitting watching us with smiles. As I watched you, my
little started to come back to his senses and slowly sat up. As this was
happening, your little leaned down, and licked your cock. Then, using both
hands, he started to wank you, it may have been clumsy, but you obviously
appreciated the effort, as your cock fired off a volley of pearly slime
that shot up and hit him in the nose. You little looked up and smiled, not
stopping his actions until you gently moved his hands away from your
clearly overstimulated man cock.

My little, taking his cues from what he saw your little doing, shuffled off
my lap and started to wank me. I knew it wouldn't take much, and I was
right. After only a couple of strokes, cum oozed up out of my cock and
started running down over my little's hands and into my pubes. He looked up
at me and smiled, then looking across to see if we were being watched, he
rubbed some of my cum on his face, evening the score.

After running all this time, the water was starting to cool down. As
responsible adults, okay, as delinquent paedophiles of near-adult age, we
stood up, soaped and washed both our littles and ourselves, and stepped out
of the shower to dry off and get dressed. With a knowing nod and a smile,
we wordlessly agreed that this would not be the only time that we molested
our littles together.