Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2021 23:06:43 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Camp Silver, Chapter 10

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Camp Silver. Chapter 10

I awoke with a start, feeling an unusual movement on my bed.

As I opened my eyes and looked to the foot on my bed. Joseph was sitting
there, legs spread and teen cock extra-hard, as he jerked off, holding the
underwear we had both shot in just a few hours ago to catch his next
eruption. Otherwise, the bunkhouse was totally silent. Only the "exit"
lights provided illumination, and it was just enough to see what Joseph was
up to. He looked my way with a smile as he continued to flog his log. I
looked over to the other side of me and Stewart was still fast asleep. I
did a quick check of the rest of the room, and it seemed as if everyone was
asleep. I quickly and quietly slipped out of my bed--luckily behind the
partition--and got in between Joseph's legs, grabbing his legs to spread
them even wider, and moving my watering mouth toward the leaking cock he
was beating. Joseph sensed right away what I wanted, and leaned slightly
back, removing his hand so my mouth could take its place. I looked at his
face and used the "quiet" sign to make sure he understood that he had to be
silent, unlike his moans in the bathroom when I first sucked him.

I ducked my head down and extended my tongue, licking the underside of his
balls, then trailing up his cock to the very tip, finally slipping my lips
over the head and swallowing all the way to his 13-year-old pubes. Despite
my warning, he still let loose an audible moan, and I paused to make sure
it didn't wake anyone up. Apparently not, so I continued, flexing the
muscles of my throat as I began a slow up and down on his overly-large
cock. I was surprised I didn't gag on his thick piece, but knowing how good
it felt to him, I kept up my ministrations. Within a minute, Joseph began
thrusting his hips forward, and thus his cock down my throat under his own
power. The speed of his thrusts got faster and faster and then once again I
heard a primal gasp as he stopped, his cock got even larger, and he gushed
a torrent of teen sperm down my throat. I swallowed rapidly, catching all
of it (much to my surprise). I kept him in my mouth for about a minute
after his pulsing cock had tapered off, then I slowly eased myself off,
slurping my way back to his cockhead and then letting him slip out.

He was leaned back on his elbows, a look of pure satisfaction on his
face. I again checked the room--what we had just done was enjoyable for us
both but extremely dangerous in this location. Everyone was still
sleeping. I quietly got off my knees and sat back on the bed next to
Joseph, my own hard cock throbbing in my briefs. Joseph quickly reached
down and picked up the mutually-cummed-in briefs that were on the floor,
and held them out for me as he made the universal "jackoff" sign with his
hand. He wanted me to beat it and to shoot again into the briefs! I
couldn't help myself. I pulled the front of my briefs down under my balls
and went to town, pummeling my cock. It didn't take long before my body
tensed up and it was clear I was on the precipice of another orgasm. Joseph
held the still-wet briefs in front of me, indicating he wanted me to shoot
there while he held them. I pointed my cock toward the target and that
simple movement sent me over the edge. I shot the first spurt into the
underwear, then in my throes shot the second spurt partly into the
underwear and partly on Joseph's hand. He readjusted and I shot the rest of
my load in the underwear. As my "BIG O" came to an end, Joseph lifted the
briefs to his nose, smelling the fresh wad of my cream mixed with our
former dual loads. At the same time he lasciviously licked his hand where
part of my second spurt had hit him, looking directly at me as he did
so. He dropped the briefs back on the floor and stood up, his
still-mostly-hard cock obvious as he did so. I looked directly at it, and
he turned and thrust it into my face again. I sucked it into my mouth and
licked the last couple of drops of spunk that were dangling on its tip. I
debated sucking him off again (I am sure he could have cum again), when I
heard a cough from the other end of the bunkhouse. Someone got down from an
upper bunk. As they did so, I motioned to Joseph to duck down, which he
did. The boy walked quietly to the bathroom, not even looking our way or
noticing us, and we could hear his pee hitting the water as he urinated. I
used hand motions to urge Joseph to get back in his bed quickly, and he did
so. The boy flushed the toilet in the bathroom and walked quietly back to
his bunk, Soon the room was quiet again. I stood up to check the room to
make sure no one was surreptitiously watching. Everyone appeared to still
be asleep. I looked over at Joseph's bunk, and he lifted the sheets to show
me he was still hard! Again, I made hand motions for his to stop, and he
covered himself with his sheet and rolled over to (finally) go to sleep.

Before I climbed back under my own sheets, I grabbed the saturated briefs
from the floor and slipped them under my bunk. Who knows when they might
come in handy as I jerked at a later time, reliving what had just
happened. I fell asleep.

I awoke to Stewart gently shaking me. It was just a few minutes before the
alarm was set to go off, and apparently he needed a few extra minutes
before it did! As I looked up to him, he groped his hard cock through his
underwear and shrugged his shoulders as he suggested he might want to beat
it again before everyone woke up. I sat up quietly, looked around the
room--everyone was still soundly sleeping--and patted the bed next to me,
advocating that Stewart sit there and take care of business. Though he
momentarily appeared surprised, he quickly sat down--realizing he didn't
have much time--pulled his wickedly hard wiener out of his underwear, and
started flogging. Much like I had done in the middle of the night, I
quickly slipped out of bed, positioned myself in between his legs, and took
over for him, engulfing his throbbing cock and sucking as if there was no
tomorrow. Stewart responded within seconds, erupting a giant load into my
mouth, which I savored for a second before swallowing. As his spasms
subsided, I kept him in my mouth, assuring I'd get it all and leave him
nothing to clean up. Finally, I sucked my way back the length of his now
deflating cock, licking his head as his sated member plopped out. The look
on Stewart's face was one of pure ecstasy. I motioned for him to pull up
his briefs and `get back to normal.' He quickly got back to his own bed and
sat down before I turned on the music alarm, letting the boys know another
day had begun. As they woke up, none of the boys gave any indication of
awareness of what had happened during the night. The younger boy who had
boned up in the shower hurried from his bunk toward the bathroom, another
turgid lump leading his way. Two other youngsters were not far behind him,
but they apparently needed to pee. The older boys were a little slower to
get up, probably nursing their morning rods down to something manageable
before they made a public walk through the bunkhouse to the bathroom. Even
Joseph didn't "act out," simply performing as the good junior counselor he
was...and perhaps reserving his constant need for masturbating to another
time during the day. Slowly but surely, all the boys made their way until
everyone had peed and brushed their teeth and then got back to their bunks
and started dressing. Even Aaron didn't give any sideways glances,
suggesting he hadn't seen anything during the night. He also didn't appear
to be sporting a bone, but that could have just been the angle at which I
saw him as he got down from his upper bunk. Within minutes everyone was
ready, and we got ready to march toward the Main House with the smell of
breakfast in the air.

Regretfully, the weather was not much better this morning. In fact, it was
a light drizzle, a little heavier than the wet fog of the previous
morning. I encouraged the boys to jog quickly, but to be careful so no one
fell. Everyone made it safely to the Main House without getting too wet,
and by the time I got there (end of the line!), the first to have arrived
were already gorging themselves on a hearty breakfast. While the junior
counselors sat with the campers, the Camp Director called the senior
counselors over to a table to sit together and discuss the best way to
proceed with the day. While we ate, we discussed options. The forecast was
for the current weather to last most of the day. We didn't have many
choices. The boys would have to stay inside again for the second day in a
row. Luckily, there were new movies available to be played, plenty of
games, and the Director promised some extra snacks to assuage the lack of
activity. As the campers finished up their morning meal, the Director stood
up and made the announcement that everyone would have to stay inside
again--at least for the morning--as the weather just didn't support outdoor
activities. Though there were a few slight grumbles, the boys understood.

It didn't take long for the boys to select the activity that would occupy
their time this rainy day. Some of the older boys gravitated toward the
game room, where pool, foosball, ping pong and other games awaited. Some of
the younger ones went right to the crafts room to continue work they had
begun earlier. Others simply hung around the big room for the start of a
movie. Counselors spread out to make sure the boys behaved themselves, and
sometimes to join in the games! The Director launches an action movie on
the big screen, and soon the boys in that room were enthralled. I stood in
the back of the movie room, from which point I could also see into part of
the game room. It was a good "counselor vantage," and I didn't have to
commit to either space. A few minutes into the movie, John walked up beside
me and leaned against the wall. "How was Joseph last night," he
asked. "Wouldn't you like to know," I responded jokingly. He looked at me
with a quizzical look. "Do you mean something happened?" I looked at John
with a wry smile. "Maybe I'll tell you the details at the end of this
session before the next group of boys arrive." John smiled a shit-eating
grin, and casually adjusted himself. "Hope you didn't wear him out," he
said. "I was hoping to catch him in the bathroom again today." "You can't
wear him out," I said. John got a vacant stare on his face, and I swear he
started boning up while recalling his bathroom experience with Joseph the
previous day. He jumped back into reality, and said, "I'm going to keep
moving to make sure that everyone is surviving the rain. I'll hold you to
your promise to tell me the details!" I smiled at him and nodded in return.

The morning actually went by pretty quickly, for which I was thankful. Two
different action movies kept some of the boys engaged, while others
continued in their game and craft activities. Some boys changed places
during the morning, though there were no noticeable problems, and everyone
was on their best behavior. I didn't notice any unusual (or awkward)
behavior on the part of any of the campers or counselors. The time just
flew by. The only thing that seemed to change the energy in the room was
when the smell of lunch being cooked began to waft through the space. The
chef was preparing a special meal: fried chicken! As it got closer to the
noon hour, the boys got a little antsier, and it was a good thing the food
was ready (chef knows how to time it!), as the boys were ready as well!
Hot, fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, green beans---a feast for
hungry boys! The room was unusually quiet as the boys chowed down. And chef
had made "a little extra," so the boys could eat as much as they wanted. To
top things off, there was peach cobbler and ice cream for dessert! This
surely made up for the fact that the boys were cooped up inside.

As lunch finished up and boys took their trays to the wash window, one of
the younger boys came up to me and said he wanted to take a nap. I told him
to hang tight for a few minutes, and I'd check. I conferred with the Camp
Director and other counselors, and we agreed that those boys who wanted to
go back to their bunkhouse for a nap could do so if a counselor was there
with them. I asked Joseph if he'd be willing to go back to our bunkhouse
(since it was one of the younger boys who first asked), and he
agreed. Senior counselors made arrangements quietly, then we announced in
different rooms that anyone who wanted to go back to the bunkhouse for a
nap could. Surprisingly, about a third of the boys wanted to go back,
including some of the older ones. (I wondered if they needed to take care
of business and the smaller number of people in the bunkhouse made that
more possible.) The rest stayed in the Main House. Again, the boys were on
their best behavior, given that they couldn't go outdoors.

After a couple of hours, we decided to round up all of the campers and
bring them back to the Main Room. We didn't want those who were napping to
sleep for too long and then not be able to sleep that night. The weather
had actually started to dry up, and we wondered if that meant we might be
able to do something outdoors at the end of the day to tire the campers
out. I sent Stewart over to roust our bunkhouse and bring them back to the
Main Room. In about twenty minutes, all of the campers had returned from
their respective bunkhouses. Chef brought out the rest of the peach cobbler
and ice cream for a mid-afternoon snack. No one turned him down! Another
movie was launched, and some of the guys just kept on with what they had
been doing. Another couple of hours went by, and it appeared the rain had
stopped, though it was still a bit cloudy, and we decided we'd give those
boys who wanted to the chance to get in the water for a while before
supper. Hell, it was already wet outside! Most of the boys wanted to swim,
and so we decided that all of the boys would go down to the lake, even if
they didn't plan to swim. Junior counselors when back to the bunkhouses
with those who wanted to get in the water so they could change into their
swimsuits. Soon, the entire camp was by the waterside. A last-minute
decision was made to cook hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill by the lake
in a couple of hours, and the rest of the day was planned by the water.

It's always a treat to see boys in their different types of swimwear: some
in boardies, some in shorties, and some in speedos. Luckily, Joseph was in
a boardie, so he oversize equipment wasn't as noticeable as it would have
been if he had worn his speedo. Stewart was in a boardie as well. Most of
the senior counselors stayed on shore. Clearly a good time was had by all,
with splashing and yelling and some controlled horseplay assuring that
young male energy would be dissipated before sleep was expected. The sun
actually came out for a while, which bode well for "traditional" camp
activities the next day.

Rather than have boys change, it was decided to serve supper at the picnic
tables by the lake without required them to change first. After supper,
we'd take everyone back to the bunkhouse to shower and change into fresh
clothes (even if they hadn't been swimming), then share some evening
activities before lights out. The menu was perfect for the mood, and all
the boys (and counselors!) appeared happy with how the day had turned
out. After supper, the Camp Director made a few announcements about the
activities planned for the next day, then instructed everyone to go back
and change, then reassemble in the Main House for evening activities. I put
Stewart and Joseph in charge of this process, and stayed in the Main House
with the senior counselors to get everything in order for the next day.

When the boys got back, they were informed that they'd continue with movies
or crafts or games, and then the plans for the next day were shared:
outdoor games (softball, dodgeball, volleyball, badminton), some hiking,
and some more swimming. The buzz in the room was very positive, and the
boys settled into routines. I asked Stewart how the shower and change
process had gone, and he noted there were no issues. Joseph had showered
with the youngsters he was in charge of, and though his prodigious member
was visibly different than the younger boys, he didn't throw a bone and no
one said anything. The older boys were simply trying to get clean and
changed as fast as possible, so nothing happened with them either. I was
relieved! Everyone was on their best behavior for the rest of the evening,
and, quite surprisingly, when we got back to the bunkhouse at the end of
the day, everyone fell asleep almost immediately, Joseph included!

I looked around the room, decided that all was well, set the alarm for the
morning, and drifted off to sleep myself.