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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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A quarter!
I can't breathe for a second. I shoot looks at the other five guys but no one is acting suspicious, watching me for a reaction. If somebody did this to freak me out they'd want to watch, right?
It kind of sounds like Donny. I suspect he'd do or say just about anything if he thought it was funny without a thought for anybody's feelings. But how could Donny know that a quarter means something special to me? Besides, he's wholly oblivious to me right now, engaged in a happy, laughing exchange with little Timmy who he seems especially fond of already. If it was him he surely wouldn't ignore my humiliation.
But it can't be any of them, can it? We all went to lunch together and they were never out of my sight. No, this was somebody else, somebody who slipped in while we were at the chow hall.
So that narrows it down to the whole fucking camp.
Hold on though, maybe it's not even what I think. What if somebody owed one of the other guys a quarter and put it on the wrong bunk by mistake? That would explain it, wouldn't it?
But that's bullshit and I know it; way too much of a coincidence. Just grasping at straws. I wish Jerry was here. He'd help me make sense of this.
The obvious suddenly hits me between the eyes. This isn't an enemy! If they were trying to humiliate me they'd just start a rumor or something. This has to be somebody from back home who wants a blowjob! The thought is exhilarating.
I don't know why they had to be all sneaky like this though. If I've done them before they must know I'll gladly do them again. Maybe it's as simple as they came here looking for me but I wasn't around so they left me a secret message that only I would understand.
A whole picture appears in my mind, of me working a nice stiff cock in and out of my mouth, the boy caressing my head with his soft gentle hands, cooing and sighing and telling me exactly how he wants to be pleased. Suddenly I have a big smile on my face and a pulsing hard-on in my pants.
Charlie gets our attention to go over more camp stuff and I slip the quarter into my pocket before anybody sees it. I'm only half-listening as he talks about sending letters home and receiving "care packages."
"And take this advice from an old wise camper," Charlie says. "Write a letter to your mother every two days! It only takes a few minutes and it'll make her so friggin' happy that she'll be sure to let you come again next year. Be sure you include two things: how much you miss her and how much fun you're having at camp. Then next year if your Dad doesn't want to spend the money she'll make him sleep on the sofa until he gives in!"
We all laugh and chatter about how our Moms rule the roost until Charlie gets our attention back, talking about how we get our laundry done and where the first aid station is.
I'm drifting into my own horny thoughts again and I glance around to see that the other guys are bored, too. They want to hear about swimming and canoeing and archery but I can't stop daydreaming about the wonderful pleasure I'm going to give to some horny boy from back home.
This is going to be a great two weeks!
Benny and I are going swimming. I had convinced him to take a big circle tour of the camp so we'd know where everything is and see everything there is to do, and now two hours later we're hot and sweaty and Benny's begging for a swim.
I had hoped to spot the kid from back home on these travels so I could hurry up and get in his pants but that didn't happen. I looked at the face of every single boy we passed — and some of them were spectacularly beautiful faces — but none of them belonged to anyone I recognized.
Of course my two weeks of fund-raising was kind of a blur at times. It's possible that I sucked some kid and completely forgot about him.
So now my focus is firmly back on Benny. We're the only ones in the cabin and I hope it stays that way. I pull my swimming suit out of my locker and watch him pull out a little blue scrap about the size of a handkerchief. It must be one of those tight stretchy suits like swim teams wear and I gasp as I imagine him in it. The best part is I get to see him out of it even before I see him in it!
Benny looks at me and hesitates, his pretty face uncertain. I take the lead, stripping my t-shirt off and hanging it in my locker.
I say, "I don't want to walk all the way down to the shower house to change."
"No, because then we'd have to bring our clothes all the way back here," he says, and with his cheeks flushing pink he peels off his shirt.
He's as beautiful as I imagined. His skin is smooth and perfect, his arms beginning to tan but his chest and belly still white. I imagine that will change after two weeks at camp. I focus on his lovely pinkish nipples, relatively big and nicely full if not tack-sharp. I'd love to see if I could get them to perk up into beautiful pinpoints.
I toe off my gymmies and strip down my shorts, hanging them on the same hook as my shirt. This is a turning point because he is sure to notice the full boner straining my underwear. I intently watch his blue-gray eyes as they scan down my torso, then lift up to meet mine.
A sly smile blooms on his face.
"Gosh Marty," he whispers even though we're the only ones here. "You've got a boner!"
I smile back, refusing to get shy now. I have to know how he'll react.
"Yeah," I say, making 100% eye contact. "I get 'em all the time."
We stand in silence for just one beat, then Benny blushes deeper and says, "Yeah, me too."
I don't hide that I'm looking at the front of his shorts. "Do you have one right now?"
His face is deep red, like the guy I once saw eat some kind of a hot pepper at a Mexican restaurant. Finally he nods.
"Let's show 'em," I say, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs. "Three, two, one."
We both slide our pants down and two nice hard boners pop out. Our eyes meet again for one second as we giggle together, then we both return to examining the other's straining dick.
Benny is a year older but his dick is no bigger than mine. It's stiff and sleek and lovely to my eyes and I have to hold myself back or I'd be on my knees already. The cabin door is wide open with only a screen to keep out prying eyes and it kills me that I can't show him how much I like him and how I can please him, although one thing is now for sure:
I'm going to be with Benny. We just have to find a private place.
I reach the floating platform one second before Benny and as we both grab onto the handholds he shouts, "Shit! You win again!" He's grinning happily into my eyes and I know he's not really mad. I wonder if I should let him win the next race — making it look good, of course — just to make him happy but then I think, how could he possibly be any happier than he looks right now? He's positively beaming at me.
"You're a good swimmer, Marty," he says, and I hear something in his tone that obviously means something, I just don't know what.
"There's a neighborhood pool by my house," I say. "Me and my friends go a lot."
"We belong to the Swim and Tennis Club back home," he says. "I can only go with my Mom because it's too far to ride my bike and you also have to show a card to get in."
"Does your Mom swim with you?"
"No," Benny says. "She plays tennis and I swim."
"Do you wear your swimsuit from home or do you change in, like, a locker room or something?"
Benny looks at me, his expression reflecting how off-the-wall the question is. "I change there. Why?"
I smile with exaggerated naughtiness. "Do you ever get to see a guy with one of these?"
I reach under the water and pull his hand into my crotch. He gasps when he encounters my boner, jerking his eyes to mine and his mouth opening wide. He doesn't move his hand though.
It takes Benny a second to get himself together enough to reply. "N-no," he stammers. "We change in little cubicles with curtains."
"Too bad," I say, squeezing his hand around my stiffness. "Our pool has a big open locker room and sometimes I see guys naked. Even men sometimes."
"Have you seen a lot of boners?" he asks softly.
Dryly I reply, "You could say that, yeah."
I reach around Benny and between his legs. His dick is rapidly pumping to full hardness and as I fondle him he starts tentatively fondling me back.
"I've only ever seen yours," he whispers.
"Did you like seeing it?" I whisper back.
He nods, blushing fiercely.
"Do you like what we're doing now?"
He nods again.
Softly I say, "I know lots of ways to make it feel good."
We fondle each other for another moment until he asks, "Like what?"
I put my lips directly to his ear, not caring if anybody sees, and whisper,
"Sucksucksucksucksuck."
His eyebrows jerk nearly up to his hairline. I giggle and grin.
"I really will," I say earnestly. "We just need someplace private."
We hang onto the platform squeezing each other for several seconds and I can see the gears turning madly behind his eyes. Finally he twists away from me and starts to swim away. I hang onto the platform with fear rising into my throat, but then Benny stops to tread water and smiles back at me.
"Are you coming?" he asks, and I break into a grin, launching myself forward. I follow Benny until he pulls up again treading water. We are right next to the floating rope that marks off the swimming area. One of Charlie's rules was never go past the rope.
"I can swim the whole length of the pool under water," Benny says. "Are you good at that?"
"I never tried," I say, "but sometimes us guys sink down to the bottom and see who can stay down the longest."
"Do you win?"
"No," I admit, "but I'm not the worst either."
"OK," he says. "See where the branches of that tree stick out over the water?"
Maybe 20 yards along the shore I see what he means. It looks too far for me to swim underwater but I'm not going to say so.
"After that you can't see the shore anymore for awhile. If we can get to there without being seen the counselors won't know we left."
I nod and smile in appreciation of his unexpected boldness.
"Watch the lifeguard," he says. "We'll go when he's not looking."
We watch for maybe a full minute and I start to think the guy's never going to look away, but then the lifeguard stands up on his elevated chair to yell at some kids on the other side of the swimming area but I can't tell what for. It doesn't matter as long as it distracts him.
"Now!" Benny commands and takes a huge breath, slipping under the water and furiously swimming away. I gulp air and follow, knowing I'm never going to make it to the tree branch.
I swim pretty fast on the surface but under water I'm hopeless. I swim and swim, falling further and further behind Benny's kicking feet until I can't even see them ahead of me anymore. My lungs complain and I'm not even sure I'm still swimming along the shoreline.
I surrender and come up for air, half-expecting to be out in the middle of the lake somewhere.
"Marty!" Benny hisses, and I turn to find him behind the branches just as he said, with me not too far short of them and not too far off course. I strain to see back to the beach and nobody seems to have noticed.
"Come on," he whispers and starts quietly breast-stroking along the shore.
"Where are we going?"
"Remember on our walk this morning we saw that old boat house that they don't use anymore because it's falling apart? It should be right up here in the next cove."
I follow him around a bend and, sure enough, there is an old wooden structure open to the lake with one corner of the roof collapsed nearly down to the water. Benny swims right past a sign saying, DANGER KEEP OUT.
Go Benny!
He navigates around an old piling and says over his shoulder, "Watch out right there, Marty. It's all yucky with algae or something."
I give it a wide berth and pretty soon we're within the walls of the decrepit boat house. There are four old boat slips inside but no boats. There's no ladder but the way the dock is built we can fairly easily climb up on the cross-supports.
Benny hauls himself up and sits with his pretty legs over the side, right in my face. I admire them for a second, enjoying the lake water streaming down his lovely calves, then haul myself up next to him. We grin at each other, co-conspirators who pulled off the great escape. We sit smiling in the cool dimness and listening to the hollow echoes of water lapping against the pilings...
...until Benny remembers why we came here and looks away, blushing.
"I love when you blush," I say, my voice echoing too. "It makes you look so cute!"
He's a bit uncomfortable with being called cute, and I don't know if it's because I'm another boy calling him that or if he's just rebelling like kids do at our age, feeling like we're too old for such kid stuff. But then he makes deep hopeful eye contact and asks, "Do you really think so?"
My grin widens. "Yeah, man! You're the cutest boy ever, Benny!"
He reacts to the nickname and I regret using it. "Sorry," I say. "You like to be called Ben. I guess you're getting too old for Benny."
"It's OK," he softly says, seeking out my eyes again. "You can call me that if you want to."
"I kinda do," I say. "How about this? I'll call you Ben in front of everybody else, but Benny can be special just for you and me."
He smiles and says, "I'd like that."
"I wanna do other special things too," I say, "just you and me."
He licks his lips nervously and says, "You mean suck?"
I have to look away when I answer, "Yeah." I don't know why I'm nervous since I've sucked literally a hundred times before, but somehow this feels extra important.
Benny swallows and says, "I guess you've done it before then, huh?"
"Yeah," I say, regaining eye contact. His blue-gray eyes are unblinking. "I like to."
"I never did anything before," Benny says, seeming a bit embarrassed by it.
"Everybody has a first time," I say. "I'm really happy to be your first."
Benny smiles and says, "Me too."
We're both blushing now.
I look to the front of his light blue swim briefs and they're bulging. They're very tight and I can see the exact shape of his dickhead like it's drawn there with a pen. I glance up to his eyes and they are wide and excited.
I look around for something — anything — soft for him to lie on but there isn't anything. I guess we're doing it right on the wooden dock. I pull up my legs and get to my knees.
"Lay back right here," I say, gesturing in front of me, and Benny quickly complies. He licks his lips in nervous anticipation and somehow it triggers me to do the same. I lean in, take the waistband of his suit in my fingers and begin to work it downward. He automatically lifts his butt to let me get it down and his lovely little erection springs up.
I gasp and grin, and he grins back.
"Wow, Benny," I say in awe. "You're super hard!"
"Yeah," Benny says. "I love how you look at it. It makes me feel all... tingly."
I giggle and say, "Just wait. You haven't even seen tingly yet!"
I peel the swimsuit the rest of the way off and set it aside. Benny is so beautiful naked I am consumed with feelings for him. I don't even know him for God's sake! We met this morning. But somehow I know that he's a truly good guy, a sweet affectionate boy who is destined to be my best friend and lover for the next two weeks.
I'm momentarily brought down by the realization that when camp is over I may never see Benny again, but one glance into his eager blue-gray eyes reignites the spark of the moment and my heart again fills with lust.
"Open your legs," I gently command, and Benny lets out a heavy breath as he does. I lean in and settle onto my stomach between them, elbows out, my hands on his belly. I register the smooth, damp softness of his tender skin and I lean in.
Benny tenses and sucks in his breath as my mouth closes over his dick. I can perfectly read his reaction and I know it's not alarm or regret. He was just surprised by how wonderful the physical sensation actually is, and in one second his tension melts away. His thighs come further open as my face settles into its natural fit between his legs.
I begin to suck.
He gasps and lets out a soft moan. I sink to the base of his titanium-hard dick and begin doing what I do so well. I give him a few pumps and back off to slurp and nibble his nice prominent cockhead.
"Oh man, Marty!" he breathes. "It feels so good!"
I make yummy sounds as I work him because it truly is a delicacy. Benny smells sweet and tastes even better, even damp with lake water. Though I've only known him a few hours I feel as satisfied as if I'd pursued this boy for years and finally got my reward. I grunt and moan and he gasps and whimpers and the echoes bounce back in perfect harmony.
Or so it sounds to me.
His balls are tight underneath him after an hour in the lake and I have an impulse to slide down and take them fully into my mouth. They're a little on the small side so they fit comfortably and I nurse on them until they relax in the warmth of my saliva.
"God Marty," he sighs. "You make everything feel good."
I'm suckling his soft hairless sack and stroking his dick with a thumb and two fingers. His hands come to the back of my head — finally! — and he caresses me gently. It doesn't feel as perfect as it could because my hair is wet, but he's doing a good, sensual job and I know that next time when we're dry it's going to be amazing.
I slip back up to his dick and engulf it, somehow sensing that it's time, and Benny's contented sigh confirms my instinct. I pump and slurp, pump and slurp and in a few minutes I feel his body begin to tense and slack in the way that can't be mistaken. His guts clench and his thighs tighten and he humps his beautiful hips up to my face.
He's on the very edge for a long time, straining so hard for his feeling that his thigh muscles are quivering. I look up and his pretty face is twisted into a grimace and deep red like a Halloween Devil mask. I wish he'd get there because I'm dying to give him the wonderful climax he needs.
I notice that his oversize nipples have gotten erect so I slide my fingers up and gently flick both of them. Benny shudders even more violently and his mouth opens in a silent scream. He's still not quite there so in sudden inspiration I grab both nips between thumb and forefinger and twist them hard.
He erupts! I am elated and determined to ride his orgasm as far as he'll let me. He bucks and heaves and cries out loud, sharp echoes bouncing around the boat house. He thrusts up to my mouth and I take in all of that ecstasy, basking in the thrill of sharing Benny's very first orgasm with another human.
I don't know exactly how long it's been, but certainly awhile. We both might even have drifted off to sleep at some point. Benny is flat on his back, naked on the wooden dock, and I'm spooned into his side as tightly as I can be. We make eye contact and smile, his blue-gray eyes igniting in happiness.
"Hi sexy," I say, and he giggles. His mostly-erect nipple is right in front of me so I snake out my tongue and give it a lick.
"Careful," he says, "or you might have to start all over again."
I lick him again and say, "Would that be so bad?"
He grins and starts to say something but suddenly we hear a noise outside and freeze in terror.
"Hey look you guys!" a high voice calls from not very far away at all. "It's some kind of an old building. Let's check it out."
We panic. Benny scrambles out of my embrace and quickly climbs down the dock to silently slide into the water. I'm so frantic I damn near forget like he did, but at the last second I grab Benny's swimsuit and tuck it into my waistband to free my hands. I slip into the water and follow my naked new friend as he swims away like mad.
Benny smiles at me with every part of his beautiful face and eyes. He's handing me the S'more he insisted on making for me, but to me he's the much sweeter treat.
The Welcome to Camp bonfire has been fun with lots of laughing and joking, singing camp songs and watching funny skits put on by the counselors and the grownups. We've met tons of new guys and a lot of them seem really cool, though I still don't recognize anybody from back home. Given this afternoon's developments it's not quite as important to me anymore.
Since then Benny and I have been joined at the hip. I can't stop thinking about the boathouse, and though he hasn't explicitly said so I know Benny feels the same. Every time our eyes meet his chest inflates and he sparkles like diamonds. Myself, I've never felt anything remotely like this except for when I was with Tyler.
He and I had a long goodbye session in the shed the day before I left for camp. We rolled around on the sleeping bags and fiercely made out for a long time before he took charge, saying he wanted to show me something special.
He called it Around the World, and proceeded to spend a solid half hour visiting every inch of my body with his talented mouth and tongue. He licked my armpits, he sucked my toes, and I finally got to know the ecstasy of a hot probing tongue deep in my butthole. Believe me, I found out why Ryan was so hot for it!
When Tyler finally settled onto my cock he gave me the very best blowjob of all time, easily surpassing the four he'd given me previously. I came hard for a long time, and when I finally drifted down he said he wanted me to remember it when I'm sleeping away at camp all alone.
When I get home will I tell Tyler that I wasn't alone for even a single day before I met someone to fool around with? For some reason I don't think he'd like that.
Benny is telling me a story about something funny his friends did back home, and I'm smiling along and nodding but only half-listening.
They are such different boys, Benny and Tyler. Other than the physical beauty they each have in spades they are nothing alike. Where Benny is socially open with lots of friends both back home and new ones here at camp, Tyler is all but a recluse, seeming to want the company of nobody but me. That's flattering and everything but it's difficult because I'm an outgoing person and I don't want to be only with him.
I want to be with him, but not only with him.
I'm proud to be Benny's friend. He's liked by the other kids and it reflects well on me that he chose me as his best camp friend, if indeed that holds true for the whole two weeks. Tyler on the other hand is viewed as a weirdo, and it makes other kids wonder why I'm friends with him. I sure can't tell them it's because we have mind-blowing sex that has nothing to do with quarters, and that isn't even the whole reason. No, I feel something for Tyler beyond the sex but I feel something for Benny too and don't have to deal with any drama.
Of course in two weeks Benny will go back to his home and I'll go back to mine, and even if by some miracle we both return to the same session of camp next summer I will not have seen him for a whole year.
Meanwhile Tyler will be waiting for me with open arms.
I hear sharp high laughter and turn to see Timmy and Donny sitting close together on a single big tree stump near the bonfire, cracking up and literally holding onto each other for support. Those two have become just as fast friends as Benny and I have, which strikes me odd given how different they are.
Timmy just turned ten and is a little boy in every sense of the word, while Donny at eleven-and-a-half might as well be a teenager. I can understand how a little kid would be flattered at the attention of a big kid, but what does Donny get out of it? He certainly looks genuinely happy to be spending his time with a boy 18 months younger, so I shrug and butt out.
I cast my eyes around at all the succulent boyflesh on display. The whole camp is here representing every physical type you can imagine and every stage of development. There are a few boys who look as young as Timmy and some who look almost grown up. As if to illustrate the point a couple of little ones run past playing tag, ducking around two guys who must be 15 because one of them needs a shave.
Just as they pass one of the teens says, "This place is so lame! I haven't seen one single chick!"
"It's a boys' camp, stupid!" the other replies. "The girls' camp is across the lake."
"I didn't know there was a girls' camp," Benny says, my first indication he was listening.
I hope it doesn't mean he likes girls and he'll dump me and try to swim across the lake or something. But then he smiles and says, "I'm just glad they're separate. Girls get in the way of the fun."
I wonder for a second if he means the boathouse kind of fun until he adds, "There are girls on my soccer team and they always mess up the plays. Except for Jasmine. She's super good."
"OK Cabin 12," Charlie announces from behind us. "Let's go. Time to hit the rack."
We all grumble but let him herd us up the path the same as all the other campers are herded by their counselors. I have to admit it's been a very long day and it really does feel like the middle of the night. Only Timmy is still full of vinegar, chittering like a chipmunk and dancing back and forth between Donny and Charlie. It's frankly annoying.
Back at the cabin Charlie disappears into his bedroom and emerges a minute later in nothing but gym shorts and flip-flops, with a towel over one shoulder and a toiletry kit in his hand.
He has muscles and hair on his chest. Holy cow!
"OK, I'm not your Mom and I'm not going to make you go down to the shower house to wash your face and brush your teeth, but I'm doing it just because it feels good and I sleep better. Anybody want to join me?"
Timmy jumps up and runs to his locker, and when Donny sees this he jumps down from his bunk as well. Benny and I share a look and a shrug and climb down too. In a second all six of us are disrobing and I don't know where to put my eyes. There's so much to look at!
Benny and I trade naughty glances as everyone strips to their undies.
Ricky and little Carl are pretty much what I expected. Ricky is big but just as undeveloped as any of us, pudgy-soft but not fat. Carl has a nice average body with a prominent round butt. He'll be worth future looks.
I watch Donny as his shorts come down and off, revealing his white briefs. I half-expect to discern a bulge in the front but no such luck. I realize that he only seems older than the rest of us because of the way he speaks and carries himself, but physically he's pretty average for a kid who will be 12 in just a few months. He's toned and athletic with the really well-defined legs of a runner but still smooth and childish. His t-shirt comes off and his armpits are bald and lovely, and he has nice large brown nipples.
I absently lick my lips.
Then I notice where Donny's eyes are focused, firmly on Timmy. He's down to his tiny white briefs and his body is as beautiful as any little boy I've ever seen. I am struck by the look in Donny's eyes:
Donny looks just like I felt when I first saw Benny naked.
It clicks in my brain and I know that he likes boys the way I do, and especially little ones like Timmy. He's drinking the kid in, savoring the view, and abruptly my dick begins expanding. I tear my eyes away and hurry out of my dirty, bonfire-smoked shorts and into the ones I sleep in, an old pair of gym shorts with my elementary school logo on the leg.
Benny makes eye contact and gives me a sly smile. He doesn't seem mad and I smile back.
"I didn't bring a towel from home," Ricky sheepishly says.
"I didn't either," Charlie says. "The camp provides them down at the shower house. If you borrow one like I did just make sure you bring it back. If everybody's ready let's go."
The shower house bustles with at least 40 barely-dressed boys; some peeing at the urinals, some doing their other business in the stalls, some washing up and brushing teeth at long communal sinks with several faucets. The rest are talking and laughing while waiting their turns, boyish and adolescent voices echoing sharply off the tile. Again I don't know where to look first!
I hear a shower come on and my heart beats even faster. Somebody's all the way naked!
Another shower comes on and then another. The lure is just too great to resist and I slip quietly away to find a vantage point with a view into the showers.
There are four boys spread out among the big room's twelve shower heads. Two are older with moderate amounts of pubic hair and cocks I wouldn't call huge, only decent. The other two are younger with childish bodies and no visible body hair. All seem comfortable with group nudity and I'm sure it's not their first year at camp. My eyes dart from one to the next, reveling in their sleek wet and soapy beauty.
Benny's voice close to my ear scares the shit out of me.
"Which one do you like best?" he asks just loud enough. Between the running water and the cacophony of voices nobody else can hear.
I don't know if an honest answer will make him mad, so I just plunge in and give it to him.
"The young one on the left," I say, not taking my eyes off of the lovely naked creature washing his hair less than ten feet away. He's about eleven with a nice body and a cute oval face. I can't tell what color his hair is with all the shampoo but I think it's light; brown or blond. The kid turns his back to us for a second and his shapely round ass is magnificent with the water and soap running down.
"Yeah," Benny says, "he's definitely the cutest."
I glance at Benny's face and he's clearly appreciating the view as well.
"Do you want to suck him?" Benny asks without looking away from the boy.
I debate how to answer, but he doesn't seem jealous or anything so I simply say, "Yeah."
Benny turns to look into my eyes. "You should make friends with him," he says. "Maybe he'd let you." Then with a naughty smile he adds, "I could tell him how good you do it."
Shades of Jerry! Am I going to have another point-man here at camp?
I sense someone behind us and we both turn to find Charlie.
"Go ahead and take a shower if you want to," he says, misinterpreting the reason we're checking out the shower room. "I'll wait for you."
I look to Benny for help and he shrugs and says, "Yeah, OK. We smell like smoke."
Charlie nods and says, "Good point. I'll go suggest it to the other guys and then I'll come back to join you."
Benny and I share an excited look. "We'll get to see Charlie's dick!" he whispers. "I wonder how big it is?"
"Just look at him," I say. "I'll bet it's huge!"
"Let's hurry before that boy gets away," Benny says, surprising me with his eagerness.
We find hooks to hang our clothes and quickly strip off our only two garments. I'm excited to be naked with other boys and Benny seems to be as well. I have to gape at his lovely body for a second and he notices and smiles before rushing straight over to the showering boy.
"Hi!" he says without preamble. "I'm Ben and this is Marty."
The boy returns a smile, seeming not at all surprised to be approached by two naked boys. "I'm Chris," he says in a sweet clear voice. He does it quickly and subtly but I'm quite sure that his eyes flick down to check us out.
"We wanted to wash the smoke smell off of us after the bonfire," Benny says, turning on the adjacent shower and getting himself wet.
"Yeah, me too," Chris says. "I wish everyone in my cabin would. To be honest they kind of stink."
We laugh and I start my shower on the other side of Benny. I really like that from this angle I can watch them both soap up their sexy bodies.
"Our counselor is trying to get everybody to," I say. "They should be coming any minute." I detect anticipation in Chris's demeanor and I'm fairly certain that he likes seeing naked boys.
I can relate. An image flashes through my mind of Donny without his underpants and I feel my dick begin to inflate. That scares me and it goes back down.
Good.
Chris has actually been done washing himself for some time, but he shows no sign of leaving.
"What cabin are you in?" he asks.
"We're in 12," Benny says.
Chris brightens. "Hey, I'm in 18. That means the backside of my cabin faces the backside of yours! We could look out of our windows and say Hi!"
"We're both on top bunks so we can look right out the window," I offer.
"Me too!" Chris says with a grin. "Let's look for each other when we get back!"
"OK!" I say, pleased that we have made friends so fast with this super-cute boy. All this time I've been sneaking looks at his pretty boy parts, which are quite average but beautiful to me. I glance back up to his eyes and he is looking straight at my stuff, either not trying to hide it or doing a lousy job of it.
I glance at Benny and I know that he has noticed it too. Then his eyes widen and I realize he's now looking past me, over my shoulder.
I turn to see Charlie calmly strolling naked into the shower room. He sees us and smiles in acknowledgment but I can't keep my eyes on his face. His body is muscular and manly with the aforementioned chest hair trailing down in a line to join up with his dense bush of pubic hair. Out of that dark patch hangs a thick, dark cock of a size I've never seen except on a grown man. It sways as he moves and, while not exactly attractive to me, it is undeniably impressive.
I turn back and Benny and Chris are both staring. Benny tears his eyes away from Charlie and turns back to Chris as if he hadn't just seen something startling and remarkable.
"Have you been here before?" he asks. "This is our first year."
"My second," Chris says, wrenching his attention back to us. "It's real fun, you guys. You're gonna like it."
"What's your favorite thing to do here?" Benny asks.
"Swimming, probably," Chris says. "And canoeing. I like everything about the water. I even like taking showers!"
We all laugh, and I'm sure the showers are as exciting for Chris as they are for me.
"We love swimming too," Benny says. "We went today and it was really fun."
He shoots me a knowing look and I think I blush a little. "You should come with us tomorrow," he directs to Chris."Cool," Chris says. "Can I bring my bunky?"
Benny and I look at each other and giggle.
"Your bunky?" I ask. "What's that, a stuffed animal?"
Chris laughs out loud and it echoes around the shower room. "No, my bunk-mate! My friend Eddie who has the bottom bunk under me."
Benny looks uncertain. I know he had a whole scenario planned out in his head where we take pretty Chris to the boathouse where I proceed to blow the shit out of him. I agree the addition of a bunky doesn't bode well for that working out.
Chris adopts a decidedly conspiratorial look and says, "Don't worry, Eddie's cool."
If that means what I think it means then it won't be a problem.
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