Message-ID: <092303Z05071995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.gay From: an236071@anon.penet.fi (nickname:textilian) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.gay Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an236071@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 5 Jul 1995 09:15:04 UTC Subject: Campboy 1/? (m/b) Lines: 232 The CampBoy 1/? Written by: SteveSTL M/b I won't bore all of you with the usual disclaimer about this story being purely fictitious and all that. I think you know the routine by now. ________________________________________________________________________ I have always looked forward to the summer months. That time of year when young boys have more time on their hands than they could possibly know what to do with. When the temperatures drive them to walk around without their shirts. When the summer camp is inhabited with a hundred beautiful young boys, looking for something new and exciting to occupy their time. This is the time of year when meeting new young friends is always interesting. Oak Haven camp sits directly behind my house. From my second story windows, I have a full view of the open fields and swimming pool of the camp. After a couple of weeks of boy watching, it's easy to spot those boys who have yet to make friends at camp. These are the boys that always seem to make their way over to my house, or the trails that go through the woods next to my house. This particular year, I had been watching a blond haired boy of about 13 years. He seemed to spend most of his time by the swimming pool. I noticed that he was never around the other kids. He was either swimming laps in the pool, or laying poolside getting tanned. While most of the other kids wore their usual swim trunks, this boy always wore speedos. The light blue lycra emphasized his beautiful boy butt and long smooth legs. I as dying to get a closer look at the boy. My only problem was how to get him over to the house. Well, luck must have been with me that year because circumstances brought him right to me. I was out cutting the back yard on a particularly hot day, when I noticed that my favorite young boy was sitting on the trail just inside the tree line. He seemed to be tending a wound on the side of his leg. I cut-off the lawn mower and walked over to the trail. The boy had that look on his face like he thought he was going to get into trouble or something. I asked the boy if he was all right. "I slid down the hill there and scratched up my leg.", he said. I walked over next to him, "Let me take a look at that, it looks pretty bad." He leaned over to his one side so that I could get a look at the wound. It really wasn't very deep or anything, but the scratches went from his mid-thigh all the way to his butt. He was wearing a white pair of Umbro shorts over his swimsuit. "Well, it probably looks worse than it is, with the dirt and all.", trying my best to be comforting, "why don't you come inside and we'll clean it up." He seemed a little nervous, but it was obvious that the stinging of his leg was out-weighing his caution. He just said "thanks mister", and walked to the house with me. I took him to the master bathroom and ran some warm water into the sink. "I'm Tom, what's your name?" I asked. "Jason" he replied. "Well Jason, lets see if we can't get you cleaned up here." I took a wash cloth and dipped it in the warm water. "Let me know if this hurts, O.K.?" I placed my hand inside his thigh and washed the lower part of the wound with the washcloth. He was wincing with pain a little, but didn't say a word. As I moved up the wound, I came to the edge of his speedos. They were torn up from the fall, but I couldn't get to the remainder of the wound. "Jason, I'm going to need you to take these off, for me to clean the rest of your wound here." My dick was already stiff in my shorts from caressing his inner-thigh. The thought of this beautiful boy stripping down in front of me almost caused me to cum my shorts right then and there. "But Sir, I'll be naked!", he said in an almost pleading voice. "Jason, you don't have to call me sir, Tom will be just fine.", trying to sound reassuring, "we're both boys here. We don't have to worry about seeing other boys naked." He looked at me with those drop-dead blue eyes and just said "O.K." He slowly pulled off his shorts first, trying to lift the waist band over the wound. His blue speedos perfectly outlined his boy dick, which I noticed was slightly aroused. He untied the knot in the front of his swimsuit and looked at me unsure. I just smiled at him and said "It's all right." He pulled the suit down over the wound in the same careful manner he did with the shorts. There was a definite tan line between is smooth light brown legs and milky white boybutt. His dick was about 3 1/2" semi-erect. Not a sign of pubic hair anywhere. My dick was now obviously stiff in my shorts. I replaced my hand on his inner-thigh and continued to clean the scratches on his butt. Ever so slightly, I moved my hand up and down his inner-thigh, moving a little higher each time. My hand eventually brushed against his tight nut-sack. This caused his dick to jump to full attention. Now standing at its full 4 1/2", I was dying to wrap my lips around his beautiful boydick, but I knew it was much too early for that. I finished cleaning his wound, allowing my other hand to continue rubbing against his young, hairless scrotum. "Well, there you go, your all cleaned up.", I said with a smile. "Thanks Tom, it still stings though.", hoping I would be able to make it feel better. "You can soak in the hottub for awhile if you want, it should make it feel better. I'll wash out your shorts and swimsuit while your soaking." By this time, I just wanted to grab the boy and slid my dick up his ass, but I knew that if I ever wanted the chance to do that, I would have to take it slow and easy. Jason was visibly excited about the idea of soaking in a hottub. "Really, I've never been in a hottub!", he said with wide eyes. "Follow me, and you will.", I replied. "What about a swimsuit?", Jason asked questioningly. "The tubs inside, no one will be able to see you. Besides, I never wear a suit into the hottub.", I reassured him. I lead him downstairs to the hottub and said, "Jump on in, I'll join you just a soon as I wash out your shorts and swimsuit." I practically ran across the house to the kitchen. I wanted to hurry up and wash out his clothes, so I could join him in the tub. I went to the kitchen where I placed the white Umbros in the sink and grabbed the swimsuit. I couldn't help bringing the crotch of the suit up to my nose, where I drank the smell of his boyhood. The combination of boyscent and sweat overcame me. My dick was now stiffer than ever. How was I going to get into the hottub with this stiff ass dick sitting out in front of me. I tried to think of anything but the beautiful boy that sat naked downstairs. I just couldn't seem to get him out of my mind. The thought of sucking his boyhood into my mouth was all I saw. I decided the hell with it. He might as well see me in all my glory from the get go. I placed the swimsuit in the sink and headed downstairs. "So hows the water Jason?", I asked in an excited voice. "Great, it feels really strange having all these jets shooting water on me.", he said with a giggle. "Do you mind if I join you?", I asked. "Sure, I don't think it'll be too cramped.", he replied. He pretended to be preoccupied with the jets as I took my shorts and underwear off. It was obvious to me that he had never seen a man with an erection and was quite fascinated by the whole thing. He couldn't help but sneak a peek as often as possible. I casually gave my dick a quick stroke. This caused his mouth to drop open slightly, but he quickly recovered. Instead of sitting across from him in the tub, as one would normally do, I sat down next to him. He really didn't seem to mind at all. It was driving me crazy, feeling his smooth legs sitting next to mine. I noticed through the bubbles that his dick was still stiff as before. I decided that it was time to take a more aggressive approach. "I see the hottub turns you on as much as it does me.", I said with a smile. "What do you mean Tom?", he asked trying to sidestep the subject. "Well, it looks like your dick is just as stiff as mine is.", I persue. "I guess it does. Actually my thingy seems to be getting stiff a lot lately.", he answered sincerely. "Do you ever take care of it?", I asked. "What do you mean?", he asked directly this time. "Sometimes you need to give it some attention, watch, I'll show you.", I answered. It was obvious at this point that boyhood curiosity had the best of him. I grabbed the bottle of handlotion that I keep sitting next to the hottub, and sat up on the edge. His face was only about 12 inches from my stiff rod. I just wanted to straddle him, and fuck his face. I squeezed some lotion into my hand. "You should always use some kind of a lubricant. It makes it feel better.", I instructed him. I grabbed my cock and slowly started stroking it. It was a real turn-on just to have this young boy sitting there watching me jack-off. He watched intently, but didn't say a word. "Would you like to join me?", I asked. "No thanks Tom, maybe some other time." I was terribly disappointed, but continued to jack- off. I knew that at some point I would be able to go further with Jason. As I approached climax I said,"watch, it'll shoot just like a water pistol here in a minute." I pumped my organ faster and faster until finally I shot my load. The first glob of semen blew right over the hottub and landed on the floor. The second, third and forth spurts all landed right in the hot tub, where they were quickly dispersed by the bubbling water. Jason was amazed by the whole situation. As my dick shrank, I said, "see, it feels much better now. You just have to take care of it sometimes." Jason just nodded his head. It seemed to be a little too much for him to take in all at once. So we just soaked in the hottub for awhile and horsed around. I used every opportunity to feel his body. Whether is was tickling him, or wrestling around with him in the water. After a while, he said that he had better get going. I told him that it was a pleasure to meet him and that I sure enjoyed his company. Then he asked me the magic question, "Tom, will you be around tomorrow?". "Sure Jason, just ring the bell. 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