Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 22:39:05 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: The Perfect Summer Job - Chapter two Chapter Two Thirty-six excited boys and one excited councillor exited the bus. A cabin councillor steered us all to the dining room where Mr. Gardner awaited our arrival. I took my official seat at the head table and waited for the expected hum drum list of dos and don'ts lecture. Instead he surprised me by going straight to the camp philosophy. It was their camp he stressed, and the number one priority was to have a good time. Tactfully he never mentioned the S word but the hint was there. He then introduced each councillor by telling an interesting or funny anecdote about them. He left me to the last. When he finally came to me an unexpected cheer erupted. Mr. Gardner who had not been on the bus, turned to me in surprise. "Well," he whispered under his breath, "It looks like you already have a good reputation." I was embarrassed and just shrugged my shoulders. The room gradually settled. "Well boys, I'm happy to see you already like Andy because he is an important part of this camp!" The boys clapped and hooted and then from somewhere towards the back one of the older campers yelled, "Yeah! And he's got a big cock too!" Bedlam again! Hoots, whistles and clapping continued unabated for some time. Finally Mr. Gardner slowly raised his arms and waited for silence. "Well boys," he exclaimed, "It seems you know Andy better than I do!" More laughter and cheers followed. When they quieted once more Mr. Gardner explained my duties. A determined murmur spread among the campers as my role as a councillor at large unfolded. A minimum of rules later, the boys helped themselves to some hot dogs and pop now waiting for them on the back table, discovered their camp mates and councillor, and marched to their cabins. It gave me the opportunity to unpack myself in my private mini cabin. Mr. Gardner paid me a surprise visit. "I don't know what you did Andy, but what ever it was, keep it up! Usually it takes a week to get them to be as happy and relaxed as they seem to be now." "We sang 'Old MacDonald's Farm' ," I explained. Mr. Gardner squinted, totally perplexed. "With a twist!" I added. His squint gradually became an ear to ear grin. "Now I understand. Well done!" As I expected I was to learn my duties on the run so to speak. I was quickly given a tour of the beach front, handed a whistle and told that the boys were arriving in another ten minutes for a forty-five minute swim. Sure enough within moments I was surrounded by thirty six pair of expectant eyes. I separated the swimmers from the non-swimmers, covered some basic rules and explained the buddy system. When I granted them their freedom they attacked the water like a school of frenzied pirhanas while a volunteer councillor and I patrolled from the adjacent dock. The non-swimmers, chiefly the younger boys, dutifully stayed in the shallow section and were relatively well behaved. Meanwhile all hell was breaking loose in the deeper section. Splashing and dunking continued non stop. At least one game of cock tag was well under way when I blew my whistle. Of course no one knew where their partner was. for it took a good two minutes for the last pair to buddy up. "This won't do guys," I stated solemnly. "The next time I blow the whistle the last pair to buddy up will have to clear all the tables after supper tonight." Of course it took mere seconds the next time. In fact there was about a four way tie for last place and fingers were being pointed in every direction to tell me who the losers should be. I pointed to two of the councillors. "You guys were the slow pokes," I laughed. "You'll have to clean all of our plates tonight!" The boys roared their approval of my decision. Of course I had secretly set it up beforehand and the councillors had known what was coming. Before I let them go again, Michael, one of the fourteen year olds yelled out. "Hey Andy, do we have to wear our trunks?" I thought a moment and then gave what I felt was a reasoned response. "If you are comfortable without them okay then, you can take them off. But don't let me catch you making fun of those who prefer to keep wearing them." Another cheer arose and about half the boys and a couple of councillors unceremoniously stripped on shore and returned to the water. I tried to remain stoic and professional but as the various goodies became exposed my eyes wandered and my hormones began to make their presence felt. In an attempt to reduce my libido I decided a more active role was in order. I asked my assistant to take over the dock supervision while I worked with the younger boys for a while. Young Peter immediately latched onto me following me around like a puppy. He seemed quite proud of his bared privates as he strutted back and forth. I indicated that his behavior was perfectly acceptable by patting his bare bum. Another, even younger lad, eight year old Manual, reached for me with outstretched arms. I picked him up in one arm and he rewarded me with a wet kiss on one cheek. "You're lots of fun," he grinned. "I like you a lot too," I replied. Putting him down I grabbed the float boards and gave a short demo on how to use them as a prelude to learning how to swim. Ten year old David asked me to hold him up while he practised. He was a real cutie and I couldn't say no. He had the most amazingly large eyes I had ever seen on a boy. Add to that a button nose and rosebud lips, he reminded me of one of those cherubs that the Italian Renaissance painters liked to portray. Looking into those eyes I realized I was losing it. My cock was by now straining for freedom. It had to be obvious to all. I placed one hand under his chest and the other directly under his crotch. I couldn't help it. He turned his face towards mine and produced the sweetest smile you can imagine. He proceeded to wiggle his hips. Apparently making sure I got a good feel through his swim shorts was more important to him than learning how to swim! Perhaps thankfully, I wasn't sure, the horn sounded to end the swim session. I was reasonably satisfied with myself to this point but I was concerned about where my sexual urges were leading me. An afternoon activity session followed and I was free to roam the camp at will. The older boys were to learn archery while the younger ones worked in the Arts and Craft room. I chose to visit the archery lesson first. While most of the boys were initially missing the target by a wide margin, thirteen year old Clive was placing arrow after arrow on target. "Nice job Clive. I'm guessing you've had lessons before." "Nah. I'm just lucky I guess," he replied. He picked up another arrow but before putting it in the bow he turned to me and boldly asked, "Can you come to our cabin tonight?" I responded truthfully, "I haven't thought about it yet." "If we misbehave or something, will you come then?" "Definitely not!" I laughed. "I let the cabin councillor look after those matters." "How about if I get a sore cock or something. Will you come and check it out?" "Clive, I'm not a doctor," I declared still laughing, "You'll have to have to pull your pants down in front of the camp nurse if you have a problem." Clive looked dejected. He bent over and whispered into my ear. "Everyone in our cabin knows you have a really big cock. We all want to see it. Jimmy said he felt you on the bus. He says it's a monster." "I'll take that as a complement," I concluded. "But it's not my job to run around to every cabin to show you how big or small I am. Don't rush it. You will probably see me soon enough without forcing it." Clive slowly shook his head from side to side. "I sure hope so," he murmured. Before walking away I put a friendly hand on his back and stated, "I guess I will have to watch myself with you." Clive looked directly into my eyes as a smile spread across his face, "You can come and watch me anytime!" I felt it was time to break away and head for the Arts and Craft building. "Hi Andy," Manual yelled as I entered, "Look what I'm making." I wasn't sure whether I was looking at a paper mache flower or a dinosaur. I made an overly generous comment on his skill, patted him on the head, and moved on. I visited each boy making contact with all of them patting a rump here and a head there. Each boy was important to me. The smiles and the positive feedback were ample reward enough. Yet as my cock began to rise once more I wondered if it was really enough? I sat at the head table with Mr. Gardner beside me that evening. After hearing how the swimming went he gave me some good tips on how to control the boys effectively. As I was enjoying desert a camper began n impromptu sing song. 'Hey dingle dangle, dingle dangle dee, The cutest gay boy.........' The whole room instantly joined in. When they screamed out the word 'COCK' I was so embarrassed I put my hands over my face and began to slide under the table. I thought I could feel Mr. Gardner's glare without looking at him. The third time through Mr. Gardner slowly rose and raised his arms. I waited for the axe to fall. "That's a fine ditty boys. Who taught you those words?" Every boy in the room yelled in unison, "ANDY!" Just in case Mr. Gardner did not understand whom they meant most of them pointed to me as well. By now I had slipped so low in my seat I was beginning to disappear under the lip of he table. Mr. Gardner proceeded to amaze me. "I think we should show Andy our appreciation," he stated as he turned towards me. "Andy? .......Where is Andy? I'm sure I saw him here just a moment ago." Some of the younger boys actually believed that Mr. Gardner didn't know where I was. "He's under the table," they yelled. Led by Mr. Gardner's standing ovation, the boys rose and began to clap, holler, and make shrill whistles. I was humbled. As I began to rise I thought wow, while I need the money, I'd do this job for nothing for this has to be the greatest summer job in the world! . Mr. Gardner prodded me as I rose. "Go on Andy, say something to the boys." As I rose I had an idea. I quickly presented it to Mr. Gardner as the hub hub continued. He immediately gave it his stamp of approval. Copying my mentor I raised my arms for silence. "Thanks guys." I began, "You are a wonderful bunch of campers and I love you all." "I sure hope so!" someone yelled. Continuing, I stated, "Seeing how much you all like to sing I'm declaring that on the final night of camp there will be a giant bonfire on the beach followed by campfire sing-a-long." Bedlam ensued once more. It was a fitting way to end the first evening meal. Mr. Gardner accompanied me as I strode towards my cabin. "You know Andy I don't recall ever having such a happy bunch of campers. Are you going to visit some cabins tonight?" "No I have decided not to," I responded. "I believe the first evening is the time that both the campers and the councillors will bond together ....no pun intended.." "Your reasoning is sound Andy. We'll see you in the morning then," and he turned towards his own cabin. I turned in expecting a quiet evening. Little did I realize how short my 'quiet' evening would be!