Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 20:58:44 -0400
From: Swan
Subject: Camp Wantabe

When I arrived at camp with Michael, we found we were in adjoining cabins.
He unpacked his bags as I waited for him, I unpacked mine and made my bed.
We went back into his cabin where a tall lanky boy, six feet tall sat on
his lower bed.  He sat up, "Hi, my name is Rick, Rick Jones."  We shook his
hands. "You two friends," he asked, pointing at us.  "Well, you could say
that," Michael laughed, looking away.  Rick stared at us.  I was a large,
muscular football player.  Michael was a thin, lank runner.  "You make
quite a pair," he said.  We laughed.  As the activities of camp took us in
separate directions, I had little chance to talk with Mike except at
breakfast and lunch.  He told me that he was having a good time.  At the
end of second week, he was excited, "You would not believe what happened."

He whispered as he pointed to Rick.  "Last night, as we were getting ready
to sleep, the counselor said, `Sleep hard boys," and chuckled.  He left the
door of his room open cracked open. Several of us saw him undress, strip
and sit on his bed.  The other counselor, Bob, came in and stopped, holding
the door open, "Opps, sorry Mark."  "It's all right," Mark whispered, "just
getting relaxed."  We could see that he had his hand in his lap and was
moving it up and down. Bob said, "Yea, nice."  He stripped too and left the
door open as if they knew we were watching.  I mean they had nothing on.
Just read some magazine. Then Bob sat on the side of Mark's bed and began
to stoke Mark's cock, real slowly and Mark returned the favor.  By this
time, I could see that Rick had slipped off his underwear as had Sam, the
boy across from him.  Rick smiled at me and said, "Amazing, isn't it?"  I
nodded. "Come over here, you can see better."  I sat next to him, his cock
already hard.  You would not believe it--11 inches at least.  He put his arm
around me and pulled me closer to him.  I sat still, not wanting to move,
not sure if I should watch the counselors or his member glistening in the
faint light that spilled out of the bathroom.  He took care of my
ambivalence by untying my pj's and slipping them down, taking my cock--man
was it hard--and gently rubbing it.  "Go ahead, " he nodded at his cock and
I put my hand on it.  He moaned.  I stoked it slowly The show in the
counselor's room got even better. Mark was sucking on Bob's cock, his head
moving up and down and Bob thrust his hips up, pressing his hands back on
the bed. The pre-cum on Rick's cock was drooling out and my hand moved up
and down--man, it was so hard and long."

Mike looked at me.  I was erect, my cock sticking out of my shorts.  We
were sitting in a corner, out backs to other campers.  He slide his hand
over my cock and rubbed it slowly. I put my hand on his crotch and felt his
erection along his thigh and did the same, very lightly.  "Go on," I
gasped. "Well," he said, the rapture in his voice, "The two counselors kept
going at it, first one sucking then the other, and Rick raised his hips and
I stoked him.  Four other guys came over to our bed and gawked at his cock,
`Amazing,' `Amazing' they muttered as they joined us.  My own cock was
stiff and ready to shoot.  He held it gently and asked, "You ready to go?"
I nodded.  "Watch this boys," he said and leaned over, taking my cock in
his mouth.  He put his lips on my head."  By this time, I could feel my
cock ready to shoot.  "Michael," you better stop," I am going to shoot."
"No, wait," he said and got up, taking his tray to the drop off area,
throwing away the paper and dumping the hotdog and a few fried potatoes in
the compost bin.  I trailed after him, my hand in my pocket. We got outside
and he ran to his cabin.  Bob was sitting on his bed, reading. "Hi, boys,"
said.  Michael stepped to his door, letting Bob see his erection. "Nice,"
Bob said, getting up and walking toward him.

Michael turned toward me, "This is my friend, Jeff."  Bob looked me over,
noticing too that I was erect. "Come in boys," he said. "Can I help you,"
he asked, leaning back on his bed.  We could see in his light swim trucks
the outline of his cock.  Michael proceed to tell him about the other
evening, what he said and about Rick.. As he spoke, Bob sat up and leaned
over, motioning me to sit by him. "This is a good story," he said.  He
turned to me, put his hands on my belly and then slipped my t-shirt
off. "Stand up," he said.  He unzipped my pants and slipped them along with
the underwear off.  "Good," he smiled.  I pulled down his swim suit.  "Now
continue the story Michael," and, as Michael started to talk, Bob took him
by the arm, had him stand and stripped him as he stripped me.  He is sit on
either side of him.  He wet his hand and began to stroke out cocks.  But
first he took my hand and put it on his.  "This will help you enjoy the
story."  I stoked him and Michael continued, "Well, Rick took me into his
mouth and I shot into his throat. He drank it down. The other boys were
stunned.  Then he said to me, `Your turn.'  He helped me tenderly put my
lips to the top of his cock, the head and quietly thrust into my mouth.  It
was salty.  I could see you guys now, both of you sucking each other.
Rick's cock was very gentle, just sliding in and out but I could feel how
hard it was because my hand stroked it."  Bob said, "You are a great story
teller," and increased his stroking of our cocks. I could feel the semen in
the tip.  I looked at Michael and his balls were taut.  His cock was
quivering over his belly button.  "Go on," Bob said, flipping back his long
brown hair.  His cock too was stiff and the pre-cum oozing out of it,
making it easier for me to slide up and down.  "Then," Michael said,
moaning as he spoke, "then, oh, then, Rick held my head still and I felt
this eddy in my mouth, first one rush of it, then another and still
another.  I drank one portion and then more came.

It kept coming, wave after wave. It was. . ah ah. . . ."  With that Bob
leaned over and put his mouth on my cock and I felt his warm lips suck
several times and I let the semen go, rush after rush."  Then he turned to
Michael and put his lips to his cock and Michael trust his lips up and
closed his eyes.  I found that I too wanted to quench my thirst and leaned
over, put my lips on Bob's cock and he thrust up once, then again, I felt
the whole stem get hard and pulse and then the semen, first a large jetty,
then an even larger one filled my mouth, warm and salty, and I must have
gasped because I felt Michael pull me back and he took the frutescent
member in his mouth, and then I went back to it, as he ejaculated more--it
seemed endless.  We didn't say anything after that.  He said, "Boys, I
think you need to get back to swimming practice.  I have to go to archery."
We nodded.  And somehow camp was never the same.