Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 11:48:42 -0400 From: wild wing Subject: The Perfect Summer Job - Chapter Seven In a perfect world the gods would have ordered fourteen days of sunshine. Since the world was not perfect I awoke the next morning to the staccato of rain on the cabin roof. Eric had vanished sometime during the night. Like David before him I felt it just as well he finish the night in his own bed. The episode with Eric had affected me deeply. I was trying to figure out how I might help him further. Was there a way I might help even after the summer? Grabbing my toiletries I headed for the showers. The rain was steady but not hard. It was one of those soft warm summer drenchings that seemed to awaken the aromas in the waiting earth and make everything fresh and new again. I purposely skipped the first washroom. Yesterday Clive had let it be known that we still had unfinished business to take care of. He obviously still had designs on me - well, at least designs on my ass. I just wasn't, excuse the pun, up for it that morning. The bathroom was empty, thankfully. I chose to take my shower before shaving, hoping to clear the room and cover up before the first boys arrived. The water was warm and I luxuriated in the steady spray pelting my skin. As I commenced to soap up I closed my eyes. My mind began to wander thinking of first one camper and then another. I had to admit I would have loved to take three or four home with me. Blood began to engorge my penis once again. "Hey guys, Andy's here!" Between the sound of the rain and the shower, together with being lost in my own private world, I never heard the boys enter. Now my eyes jolted open to find six very naked ten to twelve year olds gathering about my own nakedness. "Hello boys," I grunted feebly. Since everyone had seen me naked by now, I felt the novelty of it should have worn off, yet all six youngsters seemed mesmerized by my erection. There was nowhere to hide. "Now boys," intoned their counsellor as he strode in, "let's leave Andy alone. We have our own shower to take." Young Peter was the only boy in the group I knew reasonably well and he was determined to say hello properly in his own way. Ignoring my cock pressing against his stomach he wrapped his arms about me, looked straight up and announced his presence. "Hi Andy!" I reached down, stroked a few strands of long hair from his eyes, and acknowledged him. "Hi Peter. It's good to see you again." Since there was but one central pole I could hardly demand privacy. We gathered about putting all six shower heads in use. Somehow the water cascading off their bodies seemed to make their skin glisten. Even their bubble butts seemed more inviting. Damn it, they were so cute! Not surprisingly my erection was ratcheted up a notch or two and I knew I was getting horny. It sure didn't help that every single boy had solid lead in his pencil! I couldn't help but notice that Mike the counsellor was also up for the occasion. He possessed a reasonable physique and a solid seven inches of hooded cock. As I was observing him, Dan, a gangly twelve year old, deliberately stepped forward, grasped Mike's member and began to jack him. Mike immediately put his hand over Dan's effectively stopping him. "Er.......I hope you don't mind Andy. The boys have gotten in the habit of taking turns jacking me off in the shower each morning. If you don't like it I'll ask him to stop." I felt a little awkward especially with all the boys milling about. Nevertheless I gritted my teeth and stated what I felt needed to be said. "You don't need my permission one way or the other. I'm not your boss. I'm an equal. We're all here to make sure the boys have a great time!" Mike smiled before responding. "I can't help it Andy. Even though you've been here less than a week all us counsellors kinda look up to you as our head counsellor." "Thanks!" I replied. "That's quite a compliment. But really your kids appear to be having a great time so carry on as you see fit." Mike released an audible burst of air. "Thanks Andy!" "No thanks necessary," I reminded him. With that Mike lifted his hand and Dan immediately attacked his counsellor anew. The rest of his charges were more than interested in the proceedings. Dan showed good technique. He got on his knees, held Mike by an ass cheek with one hand and gripped him hard with the other pumping up and down vigorously. I guess our conversation had cooled Mike's libido for it took some time. Dan switched hands as young Jimmy asked, "Are ya gettin close Mike?" "Ohhhh yes!" Mike drawled. Mike soon arched his back and emitted a groan as a rope of thick ejaculate shot onto the shower floor. The boys cheered Dan's accomplishment. "You got 'im!" one yelled. Dan continued to pump more slowly now. Mike was getting the full treatment. "If you like," Mike panted, "the boys can get you off too Andy." His entourage suddenly gathered around me and peered into my eyes waiting for the word. I wondered what would happen to my reputation if I allowed six hungry boys to attack and devour me. I remembered how I had delayed Clive's aggressiveness by having him soap me. Although it hadn't gotten me the exact result I was looking for I felt this time there could be no harm in allowing these young boys to assist me in a similar fashion. I should have known better. It began innocently enough. All six of them insisted on taking part. A couple got behind to soap my legs. Another soaped my back while others attended to my chest and stomach. The problems began when all six of them slowly gravitated towards the same area, an area that apparently, in their view, needed special attention. Indeed, they decided I deserved the cleanest cock and balls in camp! Soon six pair of soapy hands were all over me searching out every crack and cranny they could find. At any given moment at least two were soaping the shaft, another worked over my helmet while others lifted and massaged my balls. One even decided my sphincter needed a soapy massage too! No sooner than they felt their area was finished they would switch positions and start all over as if the previous cleaner had missed a spot or two. Needless to say I quickly reached the point of being at their mercy. One of them jacked me a couple of times and I began to moan out my pleasure. The boys soon caught on to my predicament. They concentrated more and more on pumping me, their eager hands getting faster and faster. "Ohhh geeeez.......ohhh," I cried, completely powerless now to stop them. I leaned back against the pole, the only support I could find. I swear I could feel all twelve hands gripping or massaging me somewhere and the sensations were utterly euphoric. I moaned even more loudly as I erupted with copious amounts of cum. The boys cheered almost in unison, "We gotcha Andy!" Sam bragged immediately, "Come back tomorrow Andy and we'll get you again!" The hands did not go away. I stepped back into the water and now the boys concentrated on removing the soap. Finally getting my breath back I responded to Sam's invitation. "I will come back fellas but it will probably be sometime next week. But you all have to promise me one thing. No one can tell anyone else in camp what happened here this morning. If you do I won't return!" The boys were emphatic in their promise not to tell. However as I left the facility I realized the number of boys with secrets about me was beginning to add up. There were several announcements after breakfast that morning. Mr. Gardner announced it was expected to rain all day so the normal agenda was cancelled. The younger half would stay and view a movie while the older boys would go to the arts and craft room. The roles would be reversed in the afternoon. There was also to be a generous amount of time allotted to a project that I would describe. I explained that each cabin was to produce either a song or a skit for the final campfire. The extra time in their cabin today was for that purpose. I also announced that several boys had expressed a need to talk to me privately. Since the program had gone well I had decided to place a clipboard outside my cabin. Anyone else who still wished to speak to me just had to put their name on it. As I sat down Mr. Gardner leaned over and quietly stated, "I think you made a mistake Andy. You're going to be inundated with requests." It was too late to rescind it so I just shrugged my shoulders. I did find time to squeeze in my morning rounds. I made a beeline for Eric and pulled him to one side. He looked genuinely happy to see me. "I shall never forget last night Eric. I want you to know how much I enjoyed it." He smiled demurely and replied, "Yeah, I had a great time too." "I want you to know Eric," I went on, "any time night or day you feel like a hug or just want to talk, please call me. It doesn't have to be about sex. Okay?" His reaction was not the one I was expecting at all. He looked up at me and began to cry. "What's the matter Eric? I thought you'd be happy." With the tears rolling down his face he murmured, "I am happy! I'm very happy! Do you know how long it's been since someone really cared about me?" Nothing else needed to be said. We clutched each other as hard as we could. Neither of us cared how many people in the room were staring at us. A couple minutes passed in silence before Eric broke away. With nothing urgent to do for the moment I stayed to see the first part of the movie. It was a golden oldie from Mr. Gardner's private collection called 'Abbot and Costello Meet the Mummy' or some such fare. The boys seemed to be watching but they were talking up a storm and you couldn't hear the dialogue. When something exciting happened such as a chase scene, the boys hooted and hollered and you still couldn't hear the dialogue. Oh well, I thought, the movie was for them and they were certainly enjoying it. Returning to the cabin I was surprised to find eight names on the clipboard. I suspected Mr. Gardner was correct. Clive's was there of course, but others were relative newbies. One name stuck out like a beacon. I felt a rush of hormones as I recognized it. It was Paul's! I did manage to see a few boys in the afternoon. Nothing much happened. We talked a lot about camp life and I dispensed a word or two of advice to each before sending them on their way. One boy, Bobby, did ask shyly if he might be allowed to hold my cock for a moment. I obliged. Quite predictably he had to show me his too. It was a reasonable package and I praised him for its appearance. I didn't know if he was afraid to ask or perhaps wasn't interested, but the sex progressed no further. After he left I smugly praised myself for demonstrating restraint. However if I was honest I would have admitted I simply was not attracted to the boy. The rain finally stopped after supper and I looked forward to a quiet evening alone. As light faded I stepped out to enjoy my surroundings for a moment or two. The clouds were still retreating and one by one the stars began to illuminate the heavenly vault. Soon countless points of light stretched from horizon to horizon. I had never seen the Milky Way so clearly. As I continued to gaze skyward my revery was broken by the strident sound of my intercom. "Hello Andy. It's Kendrick again. Can you guess who's causing a problem again?" "David!" I replied. "Yup! This time he's complaining about his stomach." Stating the obvious I replied, "Well call the nurse then." "That's what I told him Andy. He just kept crying and kept insisting that you be called because he says you know what to do." I could feel the frustration in Kendrick's voice yet I wondered if he had tried everything. "You know he's faking it!" I declared bluntly. "Yup, I know," Kendrick agreed. "In fact everyone in the cabin has told him that but he's a persistent little bugger. I'm afraid we are getting to the point where someone is going to strangle him." I emitted a big sigh and agreed to come over. David was propped up in bed clutching his side as I entered. He emitted a particularly generous moan as I reached his bedside. "Oh oh!" I stated gravely. "It looks like it's your appendix David. This is bad!" David cried out louder. Trying to help, Kendrick pointed out, "Isn't the appendix on the other side Andy?" I looked up, gave Kendrick a quick wink and then explained, "In particularly bad cases the appendix migrates to the other side, especially when it becomes genuflected and extrapolated. They're going to have to operate and it's very painful!" David cut through my humour like a surgeon holding a hot scalpel. He simply spread his arms out, stared at me with those marvelous oversized orbs of his and whimpered, "Please help me." Ten minutes later he was resting comfortably in my bed. To David the trip to my cabin was the equivalent of travelling to Lourdes for his recovery was truly miraculous. He sat up in bed, declared himself to be 'cured' and seemed only interested in when I might be joining him in bed. Of course his pyjamas already lay in a heap on the floor. "I don't want to catch whatever disease you had David, so I'm going to sleep in the other bed." "Noooooo!," he screeched. I stripped and joined him. >From that point on my cock knew no peace. It was apparently David's private toy for he mauled it constantly. He deemed that I had no say in the matter. Assuming a sixty-nine position and shoving the last cover aside he explained, "I hafta get close to it." I watched him as he massaged his face with it once more. Then he tried a few tentative licks sending shivers of excitement rippling through my body. I casually reached over with one hand and kneaded his hairless gonads. Then with two fingers I explored his cock, all two and a half, perhaps three inches of it. Getting hotter I felt myself being drawn to him. The skin was soft and had the appearance of fine parchment. It ran easily over the mushroomed head and I could feel its warmth in my fingers. David began to squirm. "Ooooh, I like that," he squealed. "It feels so good." I vacuumed him in to the root and began to swirl my tongue again and again around his cock head. David squealed louder. He tried his best to reciprocate but was unable to engulf much more than the tip of my cock. He ran his tongue over what he could reach. Holding his position he firmly grasped me and began to pump. Meanwhile I continued to work on his glans. David began to shake quite violently for a boy so young. I knew he had just dry climaxed. I expected him at that point to lift off me but he continued. Watching him pump with his mouth over my cum slit was just too much. I felt my seed rise. "Look out David," I warned him, "I'm cumming!" I expected him to lift off. Instead he held fast. His eyes widened as I exploded into his mouth. Still he held as wave after wave enveloped me. Some of my cum began to leak out of either side of his mouth and still he held. He kept pumping seemingly not knowing when to stop. I finally cried out and pulled away. A grinning David sat up in bed, his tongue probing beyond his lips drawing in whatever cum had escaped him. David was a slut! "That was great!" he grinned. "Wait until I tell my brother what we did." "You'll have to wait until you get home," I reminded him. "No I won't," corrected David. "He's coming Sunday." "Sunday?" "Sure, it's visitor's day!" he exclaimed. Oh wow I thought. If David is such a sex pot what must his older brother be like? I had figured Sunday would be a nice relaxing day. Now I wasn't so sure. I suggested to David that he get back to his cabin but David was having none of it. He wasn't finished! He insisted on sitting on my stomach facing my cock. I couldn't see what he was doing for his body hid my view. But I could sure feel him though. He spent another half hour or so constantly mauling my cock. It started off limp and a little sore. By the time he finished I was a ramrod again. Finally he declared he was tired and I almost reluctantly led him back to his own cabin. It had been just another day in paradise. What I didn't realize then was that it sometimes rains in paradise too.