Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2019 13:59:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: arthurjbach@yahoo.com
Subject: Adventures at Summer Camp, Part 1 (Adult/Youth Bi)

This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person,
living or dead.  It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between minors
and adults.  If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not
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Adventures at Summer Camp, Part 1

It was Tuesday morning in early July 2007 when my alarm went off on the
second full day of what would be one of the most interesting weeks of my
life.  It was summer camp in rural Kentucky, where hundreds of rich,
spoiled, upper class kids would spend a week in the mountains, removed from
society.

I used to work here all summer, but now that I had recently graduated from
college and had a full-time job of my own, I only came up for one week to
volunteer as a counselor.  This week I was doing adventure camp with a
friend of mine, and I was charged with four boys...an eleven-year-old, a
twelve-year-old, a thirteen-year-old, and a fourteen-year-old.

I did this for two reasons.  One, I genuinely liked working with the kids.
Really, I did.  They were fun, goofy, immature...just like me.  I really
enjoyed getting do adventure type things with them and enjoyed getting to
know them and building relationships with them.

The other reason...I, of course, was attracted to the kids.  This age,
well, most of them were in the process of changing from children to adults.
The newfound physical maturity was very attractive to me, always had been.
When I was that age, I was attracted to other boys and girls my age, but I
figured that'd go away when I got older.  It didn't.

So here I was, surrounded by a bunch of middle schoolers, most of whom
whose hormones were just beginning to go into overdrive.  I had never
touched a kid before, but that was about to change this week.

Typically, I just looked, and I already had scoped out this week's crop.
The cabins gave a lot of opportunities to see the boys in various stages of
undress, but it was the pool change house where I typically got to see
everything.  Nobody could wear their suits to the pool, quite frankly I
don't know why.  But that was the rule.  And typically, that meant everyone
got naked when we went to the pool, which we did on the first night.

Chris was the 14-year-old, but he looked more like he was 16 or 17.  He was
tall, taller than me (and I was 5'10") with a stocky, football player
build.  He wore baggy boxers and looked to have a 2.5" soft dick with big
balls and lots and lots of pubic hair.  Quite frankly, he wasn't my type,
and was kind of a dick to the other kids anyways.

Jonny was 11 but looked like he was 8 or 9.  He was very short and very
skinny.  He always wore white briefs, and his hairless underdeveloped
genitals were visually nonexistent from across the change house.  He was a
sweet kid, but I was not attracted to him, at least not yet.

The 12 and 13-year old's were Jon and Al, respectively.  Al was actually a
little farther behind in the development stage despite his advanced age.
Both were the same height and approximate weight, but Al had jet black hair
and pale skin, while Jon's hair was light brown, and his skin seemed to tan
easier and had freckles.  Al was definitely the troublemaker, but Jon was
just a really sweet, nice kid.  They both dressed the same...athletic gear,
mostly.  Sports oriented t-shirts with basketball shorts and tennis shoes.
Both also wore boxer briefs.  Al wore a variety of different brands, from
Hanes to Old Navy to the Gap and a brand I didn't recognize.  Jon wore
Fruit of the Loom.

The genital department was where they varied slightly.  As I said before,
Al was a bit behind Jon.  While Al's soft dick was actually on the longer
side (almost 3 skinny inches), his balls had yet to drop and he had no
pubic hair to speak of.  Jon, on the other hand, seemed to be Al's exact
opposite.  While his dick was smaller, probably around 2" when soft, his
balls hung down and he had a thin, downy moustache of pubes above the root
of his immature penis.  So now I had some mental images to use for later,
if I ever had time for myself this week.  Which I probably wouldn't.

So, anyways, the alarm is going off on this Tuesday morning.  I hit the
snooze, shouted at the kids to get up and start moving, and went back to
sleep myself.  I wasn't a morning person.  I took my showers in the evening
after the kids had all gone to bed.  I was just about to fall back asleep
when I felt a tapping on my shoulder.

I rolled over to see Jon standing there.  Evidently hot in the night, Jon
had removed all his clothing save his underwear, this morning it was an
orange pair of boxer briefs.  He rubbed his eyes, and then absent mindedly
reached down to give his boys an itch or adjustment.  It was then that I
noticed that Jon the person was not the only one who was up; his rock-hard
erection pushed aggressively against the front of his underwear, pointing
right at me.

"What are we doing today?" he asked, seemingly unaware of his current
predicament.  I really hated that question but responded to it in a very
patient way.

"Don't worry, Jon.  Just get your shower."  He shrugged his shoulders and
returned to his bed, his boner leading the way.  I found myself incredibly
aroused as I watched him, unable to tear my eyes away from the rigid flesh
that pushed up against the cotton material of his underwear.  He seemed
oblivious to it.  Chris, however, was not.

Once Jon went into the bathroom for his morning shower, Chris started up,
"I think we all know what Jon is going to be doing in there."  The problem
was that Cal and Johnny didn't exactly get it, and I just thought it was
rude and inappropriate.

"That's enough, Chris," I said sternly.

"C'mon, did you not see that thing?"

"I said that's enough."  And that ended the conversation for the moment.
Jon emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later wearing a fresh pair of
gray, Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs.  His boner was gone, and his soft
cock and balls rested comfortably against the fabric of his underwear.

We headed out after breakfast towards the adventure course, a good training
course to prepare the kids for many of the adventure related activities
we'd do that week, including rock climbing, biking, and kayaking.  We did a
variety of things, including some zip lining, some climbing on the
artificial wall, and the multi-level ropes course.  Things were going well,
until out of the corner of my eye I noticed an argument starting between
Chris and Jon.

"Shut up, man," Jon said.

"Dude, did you not even realize?"

"I said, shut up!" Right before I arrived, Jon shoved Chris.  Despite their
size difference, Chris fell down on his butt pretty hard.  After the shock
passed, Chris shot up and approached Jon.  I knew if I didn't intervene,
Jon was going to get destroyed.

"That's enough!" I shouted in my most authoritative voice.  I got in
between the two and kept Chris away.  "It's over."

"But that little--"

"I don't care, Chris.  I said it's over, so it's over."

I knew there was no point in talking to Chris, so I gave a look to my
friend who was running the session, and grabbed Jon.  "Come on bud, let's
go for a walk."

I took him down the path towards one of the many trails that circled the
camp.  I didn't talk for the first few minutes, giving him a chance to cool
down.

"So what's going on, bud?" I asked.

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Okay, so you got mad at Chris for nothing?"

Silence.

"I mean, he is kind of a dick.  But, there had to be something he said to
you."

Jon looked up at me, trying to figure out why I had just said that.  "He
was making fun of me."

"What did he say?"

"I don't want to say it," Jon said, looking at the ground.  "It's
embarrassing."

"Listen bud, it's just me and you.  I won't repeat a word of what you say."

"Really?" he asked, looking at me.

"Yeah, man.  Unless you killed someone or something.  Did you kill
someone?"

He giggled.  "No, although I kind of want to."

"Alright, so what happened."

"Well, he was making fun of me....because...."

"Because?"

"Because, of...you know....down there."

"What about down there?"

"Because this morning I had a....boner."

"Oh," I replied nonchalantly.  "That's no big deal."

"He told me I'm a baby because I can't control myself."

There was a log just off the path we were on, and I sat down on it and
invited Jon to join me.  "Yeah, but he's a lot farther ahead in his
development than you are.  At your age and your development, you're going
to get boners a lot.  It's embarrassing sometimes, but it happens to all
guys."

"Hmm. I never thought of that.  I just can't do anything about it when it
gets like that."

"Well, you're at camp.  Not much chance to relieve yourself."

"Huh?"

"You know..."

"Go to the bathroom?"

"No...you know..." I made the universal hand signal for masturbating,
making a circle with my pointer finger and thumb, and rolling the dice.  He
still looked at me confused.

"There's something you can do," I continued, "to help make sure it doesn't
get hard as much."

"What is it?" he asked excitedly.

I had reasons to stop this conversation and reasons to keep it going.  I
was entrusted to take care of this kid, keep him safe, not corrupt him.
But at the same time, was I really corrupting him?  There was nothing wrong
with masturbating.  All boys did it.  And this whole scenario was turning
me on in a huge way.  I decided to take the plunge.

"It's called masturbating, Jon.  Have you heard of it?"

"Yeah, I've heard the word.  But I don't know what it means."

"When your dick gets hard like that, you can stroke it.  If you stroke it
long enough, you will have an orgasm and you'll have an ejaculation.
Masturbating feels very good, and while your dick will still get hard, it
probably won't get hard as often."

"Whoa," he said, trying to process this new information.  "I have rubbed it
before, when it, you know, gets hard like that.  But I didn't know it was a
thing."

"Yeah," I replied.  "I guess it'll be hard for you to do too much of it
this week, though," I said.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, sounding disappointed.  "It's a shame because..."

"Because?"

"Nothing."

"Go ahead, say it, Jon.  Remember it's just us."

"It's just that, well, I'm hard now."

I can feel the proverbial angel and devil on my shoulders.  As you can
probably guess, the devil won out.  I looked down and could see a
noticeable bulge in his orange shorts.  "Yeah, you are.  Man, that thing
never quits."

He grinned sheepishly.  "I guess not.  It hurts sometimes.  Like, my balls
hurt when it gets like this."

"That's called blue balls.  You need relief, Jon."

He looked up at me with pleading eyes.  I knew what he wanted.  I wanted
it, too.

"Stand up, Jon."  Without much fanfare, he stood up in front of me.  His
erection bulged out the front of his shorts.  He looked down at me with
eager anticipation.  "Now, if you want me to stop, just say so.  Okay?"

"Okay," he whispered.  He grabbed his shorts on either side of his hips,
gently pulling them down.  His gray boxer briefs were revealed, and he
whined a bit when the shorts pulled over his erection.

"The thing with masturbating is that you want to start off slow, and then
build your speed."  With that, I started to gently rub his hard cock
through his underwear, feeling the hardness of his shaft and softness of
his balls.

"Oh my God," he said, steadying himself on my shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it tickles a little bit.  Keep going."

"Okay, I'm going to pull your underwear down now.  If you want me to stop
just say so and I will."

"Okay."

Repeating the same motions I used on his shorts, I slid his boxer briefs
down his thighs.  His erection bent forward with the motion.  I did it
slowly, enjoying the sight of his downy pubic hair which led to the base of
his penis.  I continued pulling the rest of the way when his cock sprang
free of his underwear, bouncing up and down before resting in its position
pointing at a 45-degree angle away from his body.

His dick was probably just shy of being 4" long, and his hairless balls
were full.  The hair above the root of his penis was the same color as the
hair on his head.  The head of his cock flared out just slightly from his
shaft.  He was rock hard, and he was pulsing.

It was a humid July morning, so I let a thick dollop of spit land on the
palm of my hand before I took his hardness, rubbing his length up and down,
swirling on the tip.

"Jesus," he shuddered.  "That...that...that's good," he finally got out.

"Yeah, Jon," I replied.  "Not much in the world is better than this."  I
moved my hand up and down slowly, my saliva coating very square inch of his
boy cock.  As I stroked him, my left hand came up and gently fondled his
nuts, the full balls being manipulated by my fingers.

I began to pick up speed and added another dollop of spit on his cock head,
slickening his shaft up once again.  The noise of my ministrations became
obscene as I stroked him faster, pushing him closer and close to his first
ever orgasm.

"Shit, wait, stop," he said urgently, grabbing my hand.  I stopped
stroking.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It...it felt like, I was going to pee."

"Oh, okay.  It's alright, Jon.  That's what it's going to feel like.  It
will feel like that before you ejaculate, or cum.  It's okay."

He nodded his head, and I resumed my stroking.  His cock was stone hard and
his head was dark red.  I stroked him for another thirty seconds before he
stopped me again.

"Stop, please," he begged, backing away from me.

"What's wrong Jon?"

"I'm sorry, it's just.  I don't wanna pee on you."

"Okay, I have an idea."  I stood up, and got behind him.  I noticed him
looking at the large bulge in my basketball shorts.  I reached down and
pulled the t-shirt over his head, setting it down on the ground nearby.  I
reached down and pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down all the way to his
ankles.  I moved my body right behind his, my clothed hard cock fitting
right in between his ass cheeks.  It felt nice there.

"Okay," I said, dropping another glob of spit on my right hand.  "Now, just
relax.  Let it happen.  Something is going to come out of your dick."  I
resumed my stroking, and he leaned back into me.  "When it happens, just
let it go.  Okay?"

He nodded, moaning as I continued to pump his cock.

"That's it," I whispered in his ear.  "It's gonna feel so good."

"Shit," he said between breaths.  "Something's happening."

"Yeah, Jon.  Let it happen."

"Oh God, oh God, fuck, fuck, oh my God!" he yelled.  I looked down and saw
one glob of white cum shoot out the tip of his boy cock, followed my
several squirts of clear liquid that landed noisily on the ground below.
His breathing continued as his orgasm surged through his body.  I continued
to stroke him until all the cum had been pumped out of his balls onto the
forest floor below.

When his breathing started to relax, I stopped my stroking and held on to
his still hard cock.  He flopped back against me, trying to catch his
breath as he recovered from his first ever cum.

"Wow," he said.  "That was amazing.  Thank you."

"No problem," I replied.

"How often should I do this?" he asked.

"It's up to you.  Most boys your age do it a couple times a day."

"What about you?"

"I do it once, usually twice a day.  Depends on how busy I am."

He stood up straight, turned around and faced me, having to duck walk as he
rotated, being that his shorts and underwear were still around his ankles.
"Have you done it since camp started?"

"Nope, not really much time to."

He looked down at my erection pushing against the front of my white shorts.
Without a word, he pulled my shorts down leaving me in my gray Calvin Klein
y-front briefs.

"Cool underwear," he said, playing with my hard cock through the gray
material.  "It looks really big."

"It's average," I replied.  "Yours will be this size one day, maybe even
bigger."

He reached into my underwear, pushing his fingers through my pubes and to
the shaft of my cock.  He held on to my cock while pulling my under wear
down, exposing my 6" cut cock, trimmed pubes, and full balls to his lusting
eyes.

"You don't have to do this, you know," I said.

"I know," he replied, letting a glob of spit in his hand.  He grabbed my
cock, smearing his saliva around my head and shaft.  He started slow,
exploring my grown-up cock, feeling how the shaft led to the flared head.
He swirled his spit around my head, causing me to moan out loud before he
stroked back down the shaft, the bottom of his hand resting in my pubes.
Up and down he went, repeating the motions I had made on his cock just a
few moments before.

He was doing a great job, and in addition to that the experience of
bringing him to his first orgasm was bringing me dangerously close to my
own.  I could feel my balls start to churn as he continued to stroke my
shaft.

"Jon, I'm going to cum soon," I warned him.

He smiled up at me and said, "okay."  He got behind me, repeating the
strategy I had used on him.  When he got behind me, I could feel that he
was still hard as his erection poked me in the back of my leg.  He resumed
his stroking and increased his pace, and I felt myself tip over to the
point of no return.

"I'm cumming Jon.  Oh fuck, here it comes!" My first shot leapt out of my
dick and seemingly the speed of light and shot a few feet in front of us.
My second shot didn't go quite as far but was much higher in volume.  Each
shot after that seemed to have the same amount, and it seemed like
everything I had was pouring out of my dick.  Not having jacked off in a
few days combined with the hot scene seemed to create the huge load.

As my ejaculation subsided, Jon seemed to know to slow down as I had done
with him.  He held onto my cock as my breathing slowed down and my last
drop of cum oozed out of my dickhead.  It was then that I noticed that
there was a rhythmic thumping occurring on my leg.  I looked back and saw
that he was stroking himself furiously, pumping at his own cock as he
continued to grasp on to mine.

"Yeah, Jon, do it," I encouraged him.  "Make yourself cum."

"I'm gonna cum," he whined, his eyes squinting.  "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Oh yeah," I moaned with him, watching his 4" cock give up another load,
this one almost all clear.  One spurt of it landed on the back of my thigh,
but I certainly didn't mind.

"Wow, this is so cool," he said as he squeezed the last drop of cum from
the tip of his boy cock.

"I'm glad you like it.  I was about your age when I started.  Listen, we
better get back with the group or they will wonder what we've been doing.
You obviously can't say anything to anyone about this or I will get in a
lot of trouble."

"Don't worry, I won't," he replied, pulling his underwear and shorts up
over his softening cock as I did the same.  "Will we be able to do this
again?"

"Maybe," I replied.  "We don't want to do anything that will make people
suspicious."

"Yeah, you're right.  Hey Alex...thanks," he said as he hugged me.  It was
a warm, genuine hug, not one you would expect from most boys his age.

"You're welcome, Jon.  Let's get back to the group."