Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2010 12:51:02 -0400 From: conislancio@gmail.com Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 12 This story contains fictional depictions of sexual encounters between teen age boys. If you are underage or offended by such material, or if it is illegal for you to view such material, please leave this web site now. This story is a fictional work. It is loosely based on some experiences I had in various different situations throughout my high school days, super-imposed within the framework of these fictional scenarios. All names, locations, and references have been changed, however, many of the situations did happen to me, or friends of mine, in one way or another. I hope you enjoy the story. I would love to hear feedback from any interested readers. Please feel free to email me at conislancio@gmail.com. All rights reserved. CAMP STAFF MEMORIES - CHAPTER 12 I left, stopped by my tent to pick up my bag and then headed down to the docks. Mike and I spent the morning repairing and painting the fence around the swimming area. When we were done I decided to take out a canoe and work on some of my skills. Mike wanted me to move the 1/4 mile bouy a little further out - he said it was in the wrong spot. I paddled across the lake briskly, practicing my J-stroke on both sides of the canoe and also using the Draw stroke. I relished the time to be alone and the physical work out. It felt good to have the wind blowing across my bare chest and the sway of the canoe beneath me. I thought about Luca almost the entire time. I pictured his tanned and chiseled body in front of me. In my mind I traced the shape of his chest muscles and his exquisite erect nipples. I imagined running my hands over his incredibly defined abs as I pulled him closer to me and our lips met. I imagined him pressing his hard cock up against me as we tried to meld our bodies into one. I came out of my revelry as I reached the bouy on the opposite side of the lake. Sweat beaded off my bare chest and my board shorts had a wet spot from the pre-cum leaking out of my hard dick. As I drifted I stowed my paddle and undid the velcro on my shorts, reaching my hand in and massaging my raging bone. Glancing back toward the main camp across the lake to verify that I was far enough out of sight from anyone who may be on shore, I pulled the shorts down over my thighs and off my legs, stowing them next to my paddle. I leaned back on the stern thwart and spread my legs underneath the midship thwart. I gathered saliva in my hand and mixed it with the pre-cum oozing from my slit to lube up my hard cock. Then I laid my head back on the thwart, closed my eyes, and pictured vividly my naked body entwined with Luca's. My cock felt so hot and hard and so good, I moaned as I imagined the cock in my hand was actually Luca's dick. Faster and faster I stroked until I shot stream after stream of cum all over my chest. The first two squirts hit me in the face and I instinctively stuck out my tongue to taste my seed dripping over my lips. I imagined it was Luca's orgasm I was licking off my own face and relished the feel and taste of cum on my lips. The rest of my orgasm lay all over my smooth and tanned chest and stomach, as the sun beat down on me. I ran my hand through it, spreading it around, enjoying the feel of my hand over my warm, smooth skin. I imagined it was Luca's hand caressing my naked body, running his fingers through his own cum that he had just shot all over me. I don't know how long I lay there imagining, but the cum and saliva had dried on my skin. I decided to jump in the lake to rinse off. Naked, I knelt, grabbing both gunnels, and then vaulted my legs backward and over the side, transferring my hand to the other gunnel so as not to push the canoe away. Then I swam around for a few minutes, rinsing the dried cum and sweat from my body. Getting back in the canoe was a little trickier. Being naked, I had to try to protect my cock and nuts from the aluminum - crawling into a canoe from the water is tricky enough without swamping. I put my shorts back on and then moved the bouy like Mike had instructed me. Then I paddled back to the boat yard, arriving right at lunch time. At lunch I was sitting with Todd, Steve, Scott, and Devin, the Quartermaster, who had apparently been helping Todd all morning with an action archery trail. Halfway through our lunch of cold cut sandwiches, carrot sticks, and apple sauce, Luca came in the dining hall. He immediately caught my eye and smiled this warm smile that caused me to melt in my seat. After grabbing a cup of coffee, he joined us, sitting across from me. "So how was your 'rotissary' meeting?" I asked. "Oh, it was good. They were all very nice to me and had a lot of questions about my home country," he replied. I wanted to jump across the table and kiss him - I had missed him all morning. But he was sitting next to Scott, who kept looking at me. It occurred to me part way through the meal that Scott was checking me out a little. I had come to straight to lunch with just my board shorts and flip flops. Scott was a cutie. I think he was barely 16. He had a short, spiky haircut with dark black hair and nice blue eyes with a pretty-boy face. But I knew he was a dirty little boy who loved having his ass fingered and fucked. He kept staring at me with his blue eyes and, even when I looked at him, did not look away right away. At one point he took his index finger, which had a bit of mayonnaise on it, and, looking me straight in the eye, seductively licked it off. He put his tongue out slightly and placed his finger on it and then wrapped his wonderfully pouty lips around it. Then he moved his finger ever so slightly in and out a few times while rotating it and sucking gently on it. When he was finished he ran his tongue across his upper lip. All the while his eyes were locked on mine. I looked away, feeling my cock hardening in my shorts. I had never really noticed his lips until now, but they were luscious. All I could think about - and I'm sure that was his objective - was having those lips wrapped around my throbbing cock. Scott got up and went to the counter for some more bread. I noticed a significant bulge in his tan cargo pants. As he turned and walked to counter, I watched his great ass move away from the table. He really did look very hot and obviously was as aroused as me. I could not help but think that was his objective. But damn, he looked incredible and I had a strong desire to rip his faded Old Navy T-shirt off his smooth torso and yank down those baggy cargo pants so I could see him naked. I was getting the impression that Scott was horny little slut. For some reason that turned me on. After lunch, Mike had a whole list of little things he wanted Tim and I to get done before we left for the weekend. He wanted to spend the afternoon working with Luca on their plans for Lifesaving, which Luca would be helping Mike teach, so he relegated the "to-do" list to Tim and I. We spent most of the time inventorying the equipment and supplies in the tower and making sure we had everything set up for camper check-in and swim tests on Sunday. We had pretty much finished everything up and were ready to quit. Mike and Luca were finished working on their lessons. "Sam," Luca said to me, toweling off his gorgeous chiseled torso, "I would like to get a shower and then I need to pack a few things. Are you ready to go?" "I'd like a shower, too, and then I just need to throw a few clothes in my bag," I replied. "I have to take this box of sports equipment that was in the tower up to the Sports Field first." "Alright. I'll see you in the showers," he smiled wickedly as he turned and walked out of the gate towards the staff site. I grabbed the box and headed up to my tent to grab a towel and my shower things. With my backpack on my shoulder, I carried the box of sporting equipment and headed up the road to the Sports Field. I smiled to myself remembering the last time I had been up there when Todd and I watched Steve fucking the hell of Scott's ass. Then I started thinking about Scott and how hot he looked licking his finger at lunch and I thought about how good it would feel to have those plump lips wrapped around my cock. I pictured myself standing with Scott kneeling in front of me and my hard dick pounding in and out of his mouth while my hands held his head in place. I was wearing my baggy board shorts and they were sagging quite a bit as I walked up the trail. I could feel the breeze brushing the tops of my pubes and knew that my ass crack would be visible in the back to anyone. But I did not feel like stopping and didn't really think anyone would be around. Besides, the bulge from my mostly erect cock was helping to keep them from falling further. Thankfully, no one else was around. I walked up to the table under the dining fly and set down the box. As I turned to walk away I tried to adjust my semi-hard cock in my shorts. "Hey, what brings you up this way?" I jumped, surprised, and turned to see Scott coming out of the storage shed. "I was just about to lock up and head down." "Oh, hey, Scott," I said, "We found this stuff in the tower and thought it probably belonged up here." "OK. Here, let me put it in the shed and I'll lock up and walk down with you," he said taking the box. I watched him walk away. He was not wearing a shirt and still had on the tan cargo shorts that fit his round ass so nicely. They were sagging a little revealing a nice smooth "V" in the front below his navel. In the back, they rested just over top of his crack and looked very sexy. The absence of any boxers or briefs showing out of the top of his shorts indicated that he was going commando. I watched him walk away and my cock got a little harder in my saggy board shorts. I adjusted the angle of my cock and satisfied myself that my shorts were revealing enough without being over the edge. Scott returned from the locking the shed. "You ready?" he asked, not trying to hide the fact that he was checking me out. "Sure," I replied. "So are you guys ready to go for Sunday?" "Oh yeah," he said, "We're all set. How's the waterfront look?" "We're just about ready to go," I said. "I know I'm ready for a few days off and some AC." "Yeah, me too. Are you going home?" "Nah," I said, "I'm going with Luca for the weekend." "Cool," he said, "He seems like a nice guy. And he's built like a Greek god." "Yeah," I laughed, "he is." "Well, I'm gonna grab a shower before dinner. My dad's picking me up in the morning, so I got nothing to do tonight." "Cool. I'm headed for a shower, too," I said. "Great, let's go. I have my stuff in my bag."