Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2023 20:33:29 +0000 From: silverhaireddad Subject: CAMP SILVER, CHAPTER 11 This is a fictional series. Any resemblance to individuals or places is purely coincidental. Copyright 2023 silverhaireddad@protonmail.com. Comments welcomed. We authors contribute to your reading pleasure. Why don't you contribute to keeping Nifty available to provide these wonderful stories? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Camp Silver, Chapter 11 Again, I woke a few minutes before my alarm went off. My deep sleep had been restful though I awoke with my mind fully active. What had been going on? This was just the first batch of campers! Things were happening that I hadn't expected. An unconscious throb in my briefs reminded me that my morning hard-on reflected the incredible experiences of the past few days. I wasn't even sure where this all was headed. At least this morning, Joseph and Stewart weren't at my bedside for servicing (though I wouldn't have turned them away). The room was still quiet. I silently got up, took a morning pee, and brushed my teeth. As I turned to go back into the main room, one of the older boys was heading my way, his twelve-year-old morning boner bulging his tighty-whiteys. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, and his hands almost immediately covered his crotch. Rather than embarrassing him, I whispered, "go ahead into one of the stalls. I'll wait until you are done to turn on the alarm." I'm sure he understood my intent, even if I wasn't direct about it. I knew that the older boys were probably in need of cumming, and had been curious about when they were having the chance to do that. I assumed that was his unstated need just by his body language. I heard the bathroom stall door close and lock, but didn't hear the sound of peeing, so I figured that I had guessed right. Since I was standing halfway in the doorway to the bathroom, I simply squatted down and looked under the stall. What I saw confirmed my suspicion. The boy was sitting in reverse on the toilet, a clear indication that he was masturbating. It only took a couple of minutes before I heard the sound of a flush and knew that his needs had been satisfied. He came out of the stall and headed back toward his bunk. I gave him the old "thumbs-up" signal, and he blushed but smiled. Then I let the music rouse the rest of the boys. Again, there were quite a few bulges leading the way to the bathroom as the campers got up. That's the way it is with boys. Remarkably, within about 20 minutes, all of the boys were up and dressed and waiting by their bunks to go as a group to breakfast. Stewart and Joseph led the way, and I followed at the end. As I left the bunkhouse and got closer to the Main House, I could smell bacon, and my mouth began to water. Today's breakfast was pancakes and waffles and bacon with orange juice, and the dining room was eerily quiet as the boys gobbled up everything in front of them. After most of the food had been demolished, the Camp Director stated that today would be an outdoor day, but that it still might be damp outside, so to be careful. Since there were going to be some team sports, he had everyone who wanted to play team sports to get up and stand by the wall. About half the boys did. He had them count off 1-2-3-4, assuring that there would be a mix of boys on teams. Then he had the JCs take the 1-group, then the 2-group and so on out to the fields. The rest of the boys followed, as the tetherball, badminton, horseshoes, etc. areas were right next to the fields. It was a morning of high activity. I didn't have any main responsibilities--other than to keep a watch to make sure nothing was awry, so it was almost relaxing to see the energy being expended. Boys are naturally competitive, and the team sports expressed that, even if the varied skill levels of the players meant that things were pretty equal. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. As I was watching some of the boys throw horseshoes, John stepped up to me again. "Anything to report from last night?" he asked. "Damn, dude," I replied. "You sure do seem to have an interest in what's going on in Bunkhouse A." He kind of chuckled. "I've just never had that kind of experience before," he said sheepishly. "I think I enjoyed it, and was wondering if you were still enjoying it too." "John, I can assure you that the benefits of this job far outweigh the meager paychecks we receive," I said with a raucous laugh. He joined in the laugh. "That means you have something to report. I can't wait to hear." About that time a soccer ball that had been kicked sideways rolled toward us, and John deftly kicked it back, leaving our short conversation to continue his counselor duties. I decided to walk around as well, and made it to each of the play areas throughout the morning. There were some up-and-coming soccer players in the making. Horseshoes, surprisingly, was a favorite outdoor game, and a couple of pits had gone from two-boy teams to three-boy teams. Softball was progressing, though there were only enough boys for two outfielders, though that didn't seem to faze anyone. The tetherballs were in constant motion, and the two volleyball nets had some real action going. I looked around, and noticed that I didn't see either Stewart or Aaron. Then I looked around and didn't see Joseph either. That was concerning to me. Though the boys were allowed to hike in one area right off the playing fields, I hadn't noticed them going there--but I thought I should check. I walked toward the edge of the forested trails and headed towards the rocks that were a favorite place of mine, and apparently others as well. The coolness of the shade from the trees was noticeable. I really liked this area of the campgrounds and was glad we were able to access it. As I got closer to the rock promontory with the great lake views, I actually heard conversation, though I couldn't figure out who it was. I continued quietly, not wanting to interrupt, but curious about what was happening. I veered off the main path, kind of behind the rocks, and looked through a small opening. I immediately saw Aaron and Stewart. They both seemed to be intently focused on something. I edged up closer and was both stunned and immediately turned on. Joseph was standing in front of the other two, completely naked, his clothes in a pile beside him. He was openly masturbating while the others egged him on. That's the conversation I had heard. Now that I was closer, it was more distinct. "Yeah, Joseph. Show us what you can do." "You've got a big one for someone your age." "Look at those nuts flopping around." "Beat it, big boy, beat it." Joseph was putting on a show! His eyes were glazed over as his hand flogged his rock hard teen cock. Both Aaron and Stewart were standing side-by-side, openly groping each other as Joseph performed. I heard Aaron's voice ask," how many times today is this one?" Joseph never stopped beating his meat. "Three so far," he replied. Aaron turned to Stewart. "You do it, too," he demanded. Stewart was openly surprised. "I think I'll just watch for now," he said. "No, you will do it, too. I know you want to." Stewart, possibly thinking that Aaron would tell someone about what had been going on, unzipped his shorts and got his hard cock out. Though he didn't get naked like Joseph, he started beating his meat as well. Aaron's eyes went back and forth between the two JCs from his bunkhouse, both frantically stroking their cocks in front of him. My own cock was throbbing in my shorts at what I was seeing. There were multiple thoughts going through my mind as well. Here were two camp employees, openly masturbating at the direction of one of the campers. That was incredibly dangerous, and could get everyone in a lot of trouble. At the same time it was one of the hottest scenes imaginable, as both Joseph and Stewart were mesmerized by Aaron's insistence, their hands stroking their engorged cocks rapidly. Somehow, I resisted squeezing my own throbbing cock, as it would have forced an immediate eruption into my pants. "Let me see who can cum first," said Aaron, clearly directing the show. There were audible moans from both of the JCs as their individual paces quickened. I was really quite surprised at the control Aaron seemed to have over those two. Joseph was the first whose knees seemed to buckle. An almost guttural moan--one that was now familiar to me--came from deep within him. And even from my distance, I could see when his hips thrust forward and a massive dollop of cum squirted out, traveling an easy five feet. It was followed by several lesser squirts. As Joseph's pace slowed, Stewart's increased, and maybe 20 seconds later he also thrust his hips forward and shot. From the angle I was at, I couldn't see his cum fly through the air, but it didn't lessen the intensity of seeing Stewart's orgasm. Thinking that the show was over, I began to plan my escape so they wouldn't know that I had seen what was going on. All of this had taken place in about ten minutes, so it was doubtful that anyone would be suspicious about us being gone, but I knew I had to get back. Then I heard Aaron again. "Can you do it one more time, Joseph?" he asked. "Not a problem," said Joseph, who really hadn't stopped even after he shot, and who was still rock hard. "Do it," he demanded. Joseph started beating his meat again. "Stewart, get over here and take care of me." I was astounded at the alpha talk coming from this twelve-year-old! Stewart knelt in front of Aaron, and undid the zipper to his shorts, reaching in to pull out his throbbing boy cock. "Suck it," said Aaron. Stewart did. He swallowed Aaron's boy cock as Aaron watched Joseph beat his meat again. As Joseph's stroking became more frantic, Aaron grabbed the back of Stewart's head. He thrusted his hips, forcing his cock into Stewart's throat, and obviously shot his cum. Joseph was next, shooting another massive load almost as big as the first one. I knew this was the time for me to make a fast getaway, as when these three boys "came back to reality" after their intense cums, they'd be heading back to the playing fields. I turned to sneak away and saw him almost immediately. John was just a few feet away from me behind another rock with a different angle but a complete view of what had been going on. His hard cock was also out, and he was stroking it wildly. Before I could respond in any way, John shot three or four major squirts onto the rock he was hiding behind. Then, realizing that I had seen him, he became frantic, quickly zipping up and looking to run. I hastily signaled "shhh" with my finger over my mouth and made a motion with my hands that he should be very quiet. I soundlessly stepped over to where John was and signaled a pathway we could both take to get away. The boys were still pulling their pants up as Joseph got fully dressed, and they would see us if we waited any longer. John and I managed to get away without being seen and without saying anything else, and made it to the edge of the forest maybe thirty or forty yards from where the boys would be exiting. We both nonchalantly walked onto the edge of the playing field. None of the people there saw us or said anything, figuring we had just been doing our counselor duties. We actually made it to the far side of the soccer field before John said anything. "Damn, dude, please don't tell anybody," he said with a bit of fear in his voice. "Do you think I would say anything about them doing what they were doing?" I replied. "I'm not talking about them; I'm talking about ME!" he said. I looked him directly in the eyes. "I would have been doing the same thing except I was worried about getting away without being seen," I said. "Phew," said John. "I was worried. Wow, what a sight that was." "Yeah," I said, "I think I'm going to have to do something about it real soon." "You are going to stop them?" asked John. "No, I'm headed to the men's room to do what you were doing," I said. Again, I looked at John. "You need to come with me." John didn't say anything, but he followed me as we neared the Main Building. I went into the same out-of-the-way bathroom in which John had first watched Joseph masturbate. I stepped up to the urinal and pulled out my raging boner. "Just so you aren't embarrassed about doing what you were doing while watching what you were watching, you get to watch while I do it." I started beating off. John couldn't tear his eyes away. I was putting on a show for him, and we had both just witnessed some intensive bate fuel that would probably be something we remembered for a long time. John's eyes were glued to my hand as it raced up and down the length of my cock. As I moaned from the pleasure--both the pleasure of my masturbation and the realization that I wanted John to watch me as well--I also said, "you are going to do that for me again, understood?" (Maybe I had learned something from Aaron.) "Yeah, I will," said John. "You will?" I asked. "I want to," said John. I shot my wad all over the urinal.