Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2000 16:48:18 EDT
From: G -Man <imastud_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer Camp Blues - Part I

Summer Camp Blues - Part I

My name is Matt. At the time of this story I was twenty years old, five
feet and ten inches tall, one-hundred thirty nine pounds. My hair was light
brown, and I had a somewhat muscular build, not too many muscles, but no
flab either.

It was the last week of August in 1982, and the final few days of summer
camp at "Lake Hiawatha" in northern Michigan. Most of the kids had gone
home already, but about a dozen youngsters remained to soak up the sun and
enjoy the last days before the start of school in a couple weeks. As well,
only two of us counselors remained to finish up the weeks activities. My
friend Pete was in charge of the eight to twelve year olds, and I was left
with the thirteen to fifteen year olds, of which there were only two, Dylan
and Kyle.

Dylan was fourteen, very slender, dark tan, dark brown hair, about five
feet tall, one-hundred pounds at best, and very shy. Kyle on the other hand
was fifteen, slim to medium build, muscular and defined for his age, about
five feet and four inches tall, one-undred and fifteen pounds, and lighter
skin tone but not totally white, except where the sun couldn't reach due to
his seemingly constant wearing of his swim trunks. He was also very
outgoing and quiet a handful at times.

These two fine young boys were bunking in separate cabins, as was I when
the summer began, but now that it was down to just the three of us, I
suggested that we share one cabin, usually shared by five boys and a
counselor. Dylan thought it was a great idea, as he would not be alone, but
Kyle was less than enthusiastic, because now I could keep track of him
better. He said he loved being in his "own" cabin because he was free to do
anything he wanted, and dress or undressed as he pleased. Dylan being the
shy one actually agreed with him on that point, having not liked it very
much undressing in front of five other people every night.

"Look, all three of us are guys. It's no big deal. We'll just pretend that
we are brothers. Will that make it easier", I asked.

"Well, I guess so, I just don't like to wear clothes at all though.  They
confine me", said Kyle.

"Fine", I said, "As long as it is just the three of us in here, you can
wear as much, or as little as you want. It's your choice. How does that
sound Dylan"?

Dylan shrugged his shoulders and looked up from the floor right at me.
"Well, I don't know, I just don't feel comfortable about it, that's all".

"That's OK", I said, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to".
"This is our last week here, so let's just make the best of it.  OK?"

"OK", he said in a timid voice, "I will try to make the best of it".

With that said, our week began. The usual things were done, like fishing,
hiking, lots of swimming in the lake, games and of course bonfires complete
with ghost stories. During one such ghost story, Dylan was sitting next to
me, while one of the other boys across from us, was telling a whopper. He
went into a lot of detail, so much so that I almost felt like I was in the
story myself. The kid really had the knack for story telling. Half way
through the story, I noticed young Dylan scoot closer to me on the bench,
until finally he was right next to me touching my side. I looked down at
him, and he just looked up at me with those big blue eyes and smiled with
such an innocent grin. I put my arm around him and hugged him closer to me
for comfort. He must have liked it, because before I knew it, his head was
basically resting on my chest, just below my chin, and his right arm was
behind me and around my back, holding on for dear life. I gave him a little
squeeze and breathed deeply through my nose, taking in his young boyish
scent from his hair. It was clean and fresh and still smelled of the
shampoo from that morning. I felt at peace as a smile slowly crept over my
lips, and my hand started to caress his small figure in the dim light.

About eleven-thirty, we all called it a night. My co-counselor headed to
his cabin with his troop, while I headed towards my cabin with Kyle and
Dylan in tow. Dylan and I walked hand in hand from the camp fire to our
cabin while Kyle was in front of us by ten yards, jumping up trying to grab
tree branches, kicking the dirt, and generally being a kid. Once inside the
cabin, we started getting ready for bed. Kyle went to "his" corner bunk off
to the far end of the cabin, as he liked to be alone.  Dylan had taken a
bunk next to mine near the door. Right away Kyle started shucking his
clothes and shoes. His shirt went flying in one direction, his pants in
another, until he was standing in just his typical very tight bikini
swimsuit. I swear he always had that thing on it seemed. I asked him if he
had other underwear with him, to which his reply was, "Yes, but they're all
dirty".

"Well, take those off and give them to me, and I will throw them and your
other pairs into the bathroom sink to soak overnight", I said.

"You mean I can walk around here without any clothes on? Too cool!!!"  he
said, and with the quick tug of the waistband, he had them down to his
knees and off of his feet in a flash. With that he straightened back up
displaying all of his magnificent glory. He was a very well built young
man. Surely he would end up pleasing many woman, and possibly a few men too
with a body like his. From the top of his head, down to his very smooth
rippling stomach, to his nicely shaped and well endowed cock, and all the
way down his nicely shaped legs, he was perfect in every way. Hardly any
hair on him at all with the exception of a small patch just above his
nicely shaped circumcised cock. I nearly popped a boner right then and
there. Straining to get a grip on reality, I said, "OK, now give me all of
your underpants so I can wash them". He turned around and reached down to
his suitcase on the floor, displaying his perfectly rounded and sculpted
butt cheeks. they parted slightly as he bent forward to retrieve his
underpants. I could feel my boner now trying to press it's way through my
blue-jeans, and I struggled with trying to hide my thoughts from my two
cabin mates.

As he stood up and turned back around, Kyle caught me staring at him. I
also noticed he was starting to sport quite a large hardon himself. He
walked towards me with the underwear gripped in his arms folded across his
chest. His cock was pointing and leading the way as he made it across the
room. I was entranced by his movement. I could have been hit by a train and
never had known it. All the while he just had a big grin on his face. When
he reached me, he nodded over towards Dylan and said, "Looks like the
little guy is already sleeping, want some help washing these things?". I
turned back to look and found sure enough, Dylan had already slipped into
his bed with his back to us, and was already breathing heavy from sleep. I
looked back at Kyle, who by now was so close to me that his cock was
sticking straight out and touching my pants leg. I looked down and could
see that he was leaving little trails of pre-cum all over my pants.

"You know, I'm going to make you clean that up", I said with a big smile.

"Then what?" he said with an evil grin.

"I don't know, but I'm sure we can think of something", I said and we
headed for the bathroom.

We got to the rather large bathroom, intended for use by several boys at a
time. There was three sinks, two toilets, two urinals, and three shower
stalls which were divided by brick walls only extending halfway up from the
floor. The first thing I did was plugged up one of the sinks and put his
underpants in it, then turned on the hot water until they were covered.
Kyle just stood there and watched. Then I told him to get on his knees and
lick up the mess he made on my pants leg, to which he did. first he licked
all of his pre-cum up but he kept licking until he was directly over the
bulge in my pants. Without prompting, he unsnapped my jeans and let the
metal teeth of my zipper unfold. Sliding my pants down over my butt, they
were then crumpled at my ankles. Kyle started licking again, but this time
it was on my cock which was still enveloped in my white Fruit-Of-The-Looms.
He knew what he was after though as he licked at the wet spot that had
developed during his initial striptease back in the room.

Next, Kyle looked up at me with his tongue extended out and just barely
touching my cock. It was almost unbearable. "Wait", I said, Let me get
these damn clothes off". With that, I kicked my sneakers off, which hit the
wall with a loud crash. We both stopped and waited to hear if we had
wakened Dylan. No sound from the other room so we continued. I started
peeling off my shirt while Kyle helped with my pants as I picked up each
leg on cue. Then I slid my underpants off and threw them in the sink with
his.

We now both stood there face to face buck ass naked. He looked up at me and
smiled as I reached for that magnificent cock of his. It was very warm,
almost hot to the touch, and I felt him flinch just a bit. He was rock
hard.  He then reached for my cock, and we began a very slow rhythmic
masturbation of each other. I leaned forward to kiss him and he opened his
mouth to let my tongue glide past his lips. What a sensation. I knew I
couldn't take much more of this. I finally had to stop, otherwise the whole
thing would be over way too soon for me. I stepped back and said,
"Obviously, this isn't the first time for you, huh?".

"Heck No!" he said, "My brother back home who is two years older than me,
showed me these things about three years ago. Ever since then, we have done
things with each other on a regular basis. We both like girls ya know, but
we both prefer other guys".

"That's Cool." I said nodding my head. "I gotta tell you though, you are
one piece of work my friend. I have not seen a body like yours on a kid in
a long long time."

"Yeah, well my brother tells me that too. He love to eat my ass and then
fuck me too. He says I am the best piece of ass he has ever had his cock
in".

With that it was time to resume where we had left off. I motioned for him
to follow me into the shower area, where I had him sit up on the half
wall. I was now at just about his waist level and I had to have his seven
inch cock in my mouth. As he steadied himself on the wall, I stood between
his legs and leaned forward, taking his huge cock slowly into my mouth. I
continued taking him in, easing my throat muscles to accommodate his fat
prick. I buried my face into his boyish crotch until my nose was touching
his faint whisps of pubic hair. He moaned softly. I began suckling on his
prick, up and down, paying close attention to his swelling cock head. My
drool was coating his cock nicely and running down the sides and onto his
loose nut sack. I continued this for a minute and then began to pump his
cock with my hand, all the while sucking like there was no tomorrow. In
less than five minutes I could feel his dick seem to swell and get harder
and I knew I would be rewarded with his cum very soon. He was trying to
rock his hips up and down, producing a fucking motion as he fucked my
mouth, while now grabbing onto the back of my head. I heard him breathe
deeply and hold his breath as his body tensed up. His cock erupted in my
throat, with spurt after spurt of his liquid gold, sliding past my tonsils.
I backed off just a bit so that I could catch some of his seed in my mouth
and savor the taste of him. I could feel his cock pulse about seven times
before he came to rest.

I lifted up off from his still huge prick, and reached up to kiss him. We
tongued each others mouths and I let his own semen slip from my mouth to
his. I broke apart and we looked at each other and smiled. As I looked down
at his penis, I could see that he was still very hard. Damn, to be fifteen
again with a perpetual hardon. Kyle just looked at me and grinned
again. What a smile. He was such a beautiful kid.

I helped him from the half wall and onto the floor on his back. He lifted
his legs, and held them in the behind the knees with his arms, totally
inviting me to his young but experienced ass. I knelt down in front of him
and started to lick his nut sack, working my way down to his faint pink
pucker. He was very clean, and no signs of hair anywhere near his hole. As
I licked his butthole, he seemed to open up magically, and I stuck in my
index finger to "test" the waters. I finger fucked his butthole with one
finger for a minute, and then used two fingers. His muscled ass ring gave
hardly any resistance to my prodding as I slid my slick fingers in and out
of him. He was now ready for a good ass fucking.

"Are you ready", I asked.

"Yes, go ahead and fuck me now", he replied, "Give me all you got".

With that I positioned the shiny pre-cum covered head of my prick at the
opening of his young butthole. I could feel the heat from his asshole as I
started my assault on his precious little ass. Slowly, but firmly, I
pressed my cockhead into his ass with, and with a small pop, I was inside
of him. I rested there for a second, and looked down at him.

"Are you OK?", I asked.

"Uh huh", he said, "It feels good. Keep going".

"OK, here goes", I said. And with that I began the long downward thrust of
my hard cock, deep into this boys ass. He gritted his teeth a little as I
sank down on top of his body, pushing my eight inches into him. When I felt
my balls come into contact with his butt cheeks, I knew I had hit bottom.
The feeling of being buried deep in this kids ass was incredible and I
paused there for a minute to relish the moment. I looked onto his young
face, and into his eyes, and I knew I was in love, or at least a strong
lust.

I began to slowly withdraw my cock until I was just at the opening of his
hole, and then I pushed back into him, sinking again up to my nuts. With
that I commenced with a thorough butt fucking. I was in a push up position
over him, and just went to town on his ass. His butthole gripped my prick
as I pumped in and out of him in an ever increasing pace. I could tell he
was loving this too, as he closed his eyes and a smile came over his face.
I looked down between our bodies to watch my cock slide in and out of his
young ass, just below where his balls were resting. I noticed that his
young prick was still hard as a rock. I repositioned myself so that I was
on my knees now, still fucking him, and with a free grabbed his cock and
began to masturbate him. I loved the feel of his hard prick in my hand as I
had my hard cock in his ass. The sensations of fucking him were incredible.
Before I knew it, I felt his cock pulsate and his sperm started shooting
out of the end of his prick. As wave after wave of cum splashed onto his
chest, neck and face, I felt his ass muscle tighten and flex as if having
contractions.  This was too much for me and I started filling his butthole
with my hot creamy cum. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.  Six very
intense convulsions of my own had literally bathed his insides with my
cum. I collapsed on top of him and nearly fainted from the extreme pleasure
of it all. We hugged in that position for a few minutes until my softening
cock slipped from his ass.

"What was that!!!" I exclaimed, as we heard a trickling sound coming from
the bathroom area.

"Sounds like somebody taking a piss", he whispered, "Maybe it's Dylan".

We both froze in place, our hearts pounding wildly, straining to hear
anything in the bathroom. Sounds of feet scampering back into the bunkroom
is all we heard. It must have been Dylan taking a leak.  Hopefully, we both
thought, he didn't notice us in his sleeping stupor.  I got up off of Kyle
and helped him from the floor. We turned on the showers to clean ourselves
up before hitting the hay. As he turned from me, I could see my cum slowly
running down the back inside of his legs.  With a big smile, I began to
soap myself up, feeling conquest, peace, joy, and love. After our shower,
we headed for bed, each of us with a contented smile on our faces.

End of Part I.....more to come.