Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2024 22:39:55 +0000 From: silverhaireddad Subject: Camp Silver, Chapter 12 This is a fictional series. Any resemblance to individuals or places is purely coincidental. Copyright 2024 silverhaireddad@proton.me. Comments welcomed. We authors contribute to your reading pleasure. Please contribute to keeping Nifty available to provide these wonderful stories! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Camp Silver, Chapter 12 John and I quickly returned to the playing fields right after I had beat off while he watched. To my own excitement, he seemed to be turned on by the idea of doing it again with ME as a witness! Though we were both temporarily sated, the possibility of future action was at the back of our minds. The cacophony of the playing area was overwhelming as the boys let out their noisy energy after having been cooped up for a couple of days. As this week of camp was drawing to a close, the boys wanted every opportunity to expend their energy. I scanned the field and saw Joseph and Stewart, but didn't see Aaron at first. Finally, I saw him behind a couple of other boys at one of the tetherballs, playing a fast-paced game. When you are around boys full-time, you begin to notice things about them. The younger boys seemed almost innocently unaware of sexual tensions that might overwhelm their older campers. But that was an assumption. The older ones seemed more aware of their bodies, and their developing pubertal musculature added an element to watching them that was compelling. Flashes of fantasies rolled through my mind as I watched the collective boy-ness in front of me, occasionally placing my visual scan on Joseph and then Stewart and then Aaron and now John. Though I had cum several minutes ago, I swear I had a post-orgasmic throb, probably placing another drop of cum inside my underwear. I visibly shuddered while that happened, and then noticed that John was looking at me. He seemed to acknowledge that he had seen me thinking sexy thoughts, and casually adjusted himself while I watched in a completely normal way, though I now knew there was meaning behind his action. Stewart had a reserved look about him, most likely as he contemplated what he had just seen and done. Joseph looked as Joseph always looked, tall and skinny and horny and ready to beat his meat at a moment's notice! Aaron, working diligently at tetherball, was probably just realizing the power he had over all of us. That power could be a force for continued fun, or a lot of trouble for a bunch of us! I realized that we had to carefully navigate these last two days of camp. A loud whistle interrupted all of us as it was time for lunch! There wasn't much orderliness to the way the boys stopped what they were doing and started rushing toward the Main House. The counselors just let them. The boys all knew the rhythms now, and so long as no one was pushing and everyone got to eat, there was no real harm in a little rambunctiousness. And John had the presence of mind to get a little in front of the crowd and so was herding the boys into the lunchroom. Joseph was in the midst of the free-for-all, but Stewart held back with a couple of the other junior counselors and soon was walking beside me as we approached the Main House. "Did you have a good morning?" I asked, not making an issue of what I had witnessed. "Yes, I guess so," replied Stewart. But he was otherwise quiet. I didn't press him further. At lunch, Stewart sat with the other JCs, and though he was in conversation with them, he also seemed a bit contemplative. Aaron was with other boys at his table, but he kept looking around, probably to keep an eye on the counselors. John had picked a seat at a table right next to Joseph, and though they were eating, I also noticed that Joseph was swinging his knees in and out, sometimes bumping up against John's leg. I'm sure the `blood was flowing' for both of them! As the boys finished up their midday chow, the Camp Director said that we'd spend the next hour inside in the game room and then go down to the lake for some more water fun. That got the boys going again, as swimming was a fave for most of them, and there wasn't much time left in the week for them to do that! So as they finished up their lunch and took their trays to the cleanup line, they exited to the game room to relax while their noon meal settled before swimming. Things actually got a bit quiet during that hour. I think the combination of an active morning, a satisfying lunch, and the anticipation of swimming simply took its toll. At the end of the hour, we did initiate a more orderly out-filing of the boys to change into their suits. Joseph got the youngsters from our bunkhouse to leave first and start changing. While he was doing that, I walked over to Stewart and told him to take the lead with the older boys. He seemed a little more relaxed and said he'd be glad to do that. Small groups of boys exited to get ready for lake time, and soon it was just the last few senior counselors. We had a quick strategy meeting about how to handle the mix of bunkhouses that occurs at the lake, then left to change ourselves. Often, I simply stayed dressed, but for some reason today I wanted to get in the water as well, so I got to the bunkhouse just as the last of the boys were finishing up their changes. Aaron and a couple of the other older boys were just finishing up. "Coming down to the lake with us?" asked Aaron. "Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes. I've got to change first," I said. "Want me to wait for you?" A thought flashed through my mind that he wanted to see me naked, but the risk was that I would bone up if he was watching me, so I said "You go ahead. I'll be there in a few." He ran out the door with the last of the boys, with Stewart waiting outside, counting off the last of them, then heading toward the water. I noticed that Stewart was in his bathing suit, so I figured that he must have changed with the older boys. I wonder if there was any tension when HE took his pants off! I changed quickly and made my way down to the water's edge, where it was definitely cacophonous. Though the boys were well-behaved, they were also quite active, splashing and yelling out in excitement as they enjoyed the water. I stood on the shore for a few minutes, noticing as some of the older boys got out of the water to move to another area that their wet bathing suits clung to their lithe bodies, revealing more than they may have been aware of. I was momentarily surprised when John, who had moved over to where I was standing, whispered to me, "I wonder how many of them are aware of what they are showing off?" I chuckled, and then responded, "or who is watching them!" We both laughed as we continued to watch the boys in their swim play. "About earlier..." John said, but I interrupted him. "Let's talk about that later. I'm in my suit as well, and I can't let anything show while I'm here in front of the whole crowd!" We both laughed, and John moved off to another area, most likely knowing that what we had done earlier would be repeated. I felt a twinge in my crotch at that thought, but it was overtaken by all the activity before me. Stewart was in the water with some of the older boys from another bunkhouse, batting a beachball around. Joseph was still hanging out with his youngsters, and I mentally applauded him for his devotion to his JC duties. It was then I noticed Aaron, sitting on the edge of the floating dock not far from where I was, staring at me. I wondered how long he had been looking, or whether he had seen me and John exchanging comments while our eyes were feasting on the sights before us. I nodded at him just so it wasn't weird, and then walked away to where some boys were splashing about, making it seem like I was doing my counselor duties. After a physically active morning, I was amazed at how much energy the boys still had! But I also knew that would make them fall fast asleep tonight. As suppertime rolled around (surprisingly fast), we began the process of getting the boys out of the water, back to the bunkhouses, showered and changed, and then off to eat. As a change of pace, we had the older boys go first. Stewart rounded up our guys, counted them off, and marched them to the bunkhouse. The younger boys continued to play, since it would probably be twenty minutes before it was their turn. As Stewart supervised the move back, I noticed that Aaron was once again hanging near him. Nothing awkward was happening, but I knew that there had to be some tension there. Soon, it was time for the younger boys to go back, and Joseph did a great job of guiding them out of the lake and back to the bunkhouse. I followed along behind them, suddenly aware that though I had changed into my suit, I hadn't been in the water! I figured I'd take a quick shower after the younger boys had gone but before supper started. I got back to the bunkhouse and Stewart had the older guys almost done as the younger ones arrived. I told him to take the older guys to the game room and wait for us all. We'd start supper after everyone was gathered together. Joseph supervised getting the younger boys out of their suits and hanging on the drying line before getting into the shower. Once all the boys were soaping up, Joseph also stripped down and got in the shower with them. It was a Mutt and jeff moment! Here was Joseph, all tall and gangly, with sprouting pubes and a dangling dick, showing next to a crowd of boys whose little cocklets hadn't yet started the maturation process, though everyone knew that some of them were already having "thoughts." I stayed outside the shower room, and though nothing inappropriate was said or done, I did notice that Joseph had plumped up a bit. That young man is something else! As the last of the boys got out of the shower, I stripped down and jumped in, thankful that the boiler kept giving us plenty of hot water. I knew it wouldn't take me long, as I hadn't gotten into the lake, but I needed to shampoo my hair and make sure the private areas were clean! I rinsed off and was toweling dry when I heard a toilet flush. I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out to the toilet area as Aaron came out of one of the stalls. "I thought you went to the game room with the others," I said. "Before I left, I had to pee, so I told Stewart I'd be right over." Part of my mind thought that might be a fib, but no harm was done. "Can I wait until you get dressed and walk over with you?" Aaron asked, almost plaintively. "Sure," I said, kind of wary and hopeful that when I dropped my towel I wasn't starting to bone. We both walked into the bunkhouse. As Aaron stood watching, I undraped my towel and hung it over the end of the bed frame to dry. I hadn't gotten clean clothes out of my storage trunk before I showered, so I was standing there naked. "You have a nice body," said Aaron. "Thanks," I said. "How long will it take before mine is like yours?" It was an indeterminate statement, and could have been referencing overall development or specific development (given our previous interaction). "Give it some time," I said. "I've got four years on you!" I grabbed some briefs and a clean pair of shorts out of my trunk. I then turned toward the hanger rack to grab a clean tee shirt. As I did so, Aaron stepped closer, reached out and fondled my nuts. "I want mine to be like these," he said, staring at my junk as he handled it. I immediately started to get hard. "We've got to get going to supper," I said, hoping that would be the end of it. But my cock gave me away as it went upright in a matter of seconds. Aaron's hand changed its focus and he grabbed my cock, stroking it. "I want you to do this to me again," he said, as his hand worked my turgid tool. "Okay, I will, but we've got to stop. It's too dangerous to do this right now." Aaron gave one more squeeze, then moved his hand away and used it to adjust his own boner inside his shorts. I quickly slipped on my briefs and shorts. "Tonight," asked Aaron. "Let's go eat," I said. I knew if we continued the conversation or I made any promises, we could get in trouble. So I led him out of the bunkhouse toward the Main House. It was surprisingly quiet at supper, even though the meal was as tasty as always. We had really worked the boys over today, and I was certain that it would be an early lights-out for most of them. After everyone had chowed down, the cook rolled out the ice cream freezer, and boys reached in and grabbed a popsicle or an ice cream treat and took it to the game room. Some boys were playing board games, a couple were doing Legos, and many settled in to watch whatever movie would be shown. I noticed Joseph setting on the end of the large couch with four other boys beside him, all watching the movie. But Joseph seemed half-asleep already! I looked around, kind of figuring that Stewart might be trapped in the beanbag chair again with Aaron, but he was playing checkers with another JC. I scanned the room and didn't see Aaron. That worried me. But with both Joseph and Stewart accounted for, I had to presume that he wasn't up to no good! But I thought it might be best to look for him. Generally, boys in the game room use the bathroom adjacent to the room. I nonchalantly walked into that room, but didn't see Aaron. The only other bathroom nearby was the one that I had jacked off in when John was watching earlier in the day. I figured I'd better look. As I started walking in that direction, I saw Aaron come in that door first, and head toward a table without noticing me. Maybe 30 seconds later, John came in the same door. He DID see me, and he almost stopped in his tracks. I continued in his direction until I was beside him. "Is everything okay?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I thought for a minute it might get out of control, but fortunately it didn't." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I had to pee, and I always prefer the more private bathroom down this hall instead of the busy one by the game room, so I went there. I was peeing when the door opened and Aaron walked in." "Oh, shit," I muttered. "He stood right next to me and unzipped, pulling out his cock. But he didn't start to pee. He just looked at me." I said hello to him and finished peeing. As I started to put it back in my pants, he quickly said "DON'T!" I was a bit startled, but did as he said. "Were you two talking about me at the lake this afternoon?" he asked me. I was puzzled. "No, we were just talking counselor stuff--not about you." Then his conversation took a turn. "You've got a nice one," he said, obviously looking at my cock, which was still hanging out of my shorts. "Does it get much bigger when you get a boner?" he asked. "Oh, geez, just hearing his squeaky 12-year-old voice asking that made blood rush to my crotch," said John. "I couldn't help myself. I immediately got hard." "Oh, fuck," I said. "Did anything happen?" "Well, he told me to make cum squirt out of it, and while I was tempted to do as he said, I thought it was way too risky because so many people were just down the hall. So I unbuckled my belt and undid my shorts so I could fit it back inside, even if it was hard. As I did so, I looked down, and his boy cock was hard. I zipped up as quickly as I could and told him I had to go. He stuffed his cock back in his pants and rushed out the door as if angry. I waited for a minute in hopes mine would go down, but I think I'm permanently erect." "Keep your shirttail out," I told John. "Maybe no one will notice it." "Well," he said, "I'm tempted to go back in there and finish it off so it WILL go down, but I'm worried he'll come back in." "I tell you what," I said. "I'll stand guard right here so you can go back and do that. I'll guarantee privacy." "Are you sure?" asked John with a plea in his voice." "Yep," I said. "I'll come watch you another time!" I chuckled and sent him on his way. It didn't take long before he was back. "Thanks," he said. "That was something else." "Imagine what it's like in my bunkhouse," I said. We both knew what that meant.