Date: Tue, 09 Apr 2024 17:36:27 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Camp Silver, Chapter 13

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Camp Silver, Chapter 13

After supper, the boys all exited to the activity room and there was
excited chatter as small groups and individuals partook of their
after-dinner fun. Stewart was hanging out with some other JCs. John was
with his counselor crew from his bunkhouse. Joseph was watching some of his
younger boys play cards and checkers and other board games. While he did,
he kept groping himself through his shorts. I hope none of his boys were
paying any attention! I scanned the room, and Aaron was also with some of
the other 12-year-olds, playing cards. However, his attention seemed to be
on scanning the room, first looking at Stewart, then Joseph, then John,
then turning to me. There was fire in his eyes! John had said he thought
Aaron might have been angry, and I quickly interpreted his look in that
way, though I could have been wrong. Recognizing that Aaron could be
trouble during these last couple of days, I decided to make my way over to
where he was to gauge what his look meant.

Aaron was at a round table with five other boys. It looked like they were
playing a simple card game--nothing too intense. I walked up behind Aaron
and put my hands on his shoulders from behind and said to the group, "how
is the game going?" There were babbled responses, and as the boys expressed
the fun they were having, Aaron leaned himself backwards until his back was
against my crotch. He had to have felt my junk pressing into him, but I
quickly backed away and said "have fun" as I moved to another group to
check on them. Aaron's eyes followed me, but I didn't acknowledge noticing
that. As I got to another group, the Camp Director made an announcement
that there would be a cartoon movie in a few minutes, along with ice cream
sandwiches, and he wanted everyone to decide if they wanted to keep on
doing what they were doing or reassemble in front of the screen. Again, I
quickly scanned the room to see how the boys from my bunkhouse were
reacting. Joseph and Stewart were encouraging those they were near to make
a choice. Just then, the kitchen staff wheeled the cooler out with ice
cream sandwiches, and the boys all converged, screaming in pleasure and
reaching in to get their treats.

As they were doing so, Aaron walked up beside me. When I noticed him, he
leaned toward me as if to say something, then whispered. "I'm mad about
John," he said. A chill ran up my spine as I thought the worst I had
envisioned might happen. "Let's step out into the hallway so we can talk,"
I said to Aaron quietly. I nodded toward the hallway, and we quickly exited
without making a scene. "What happened with John?" I asked Aaron, already
knowing but not sure how Aaron would respond about it. "He didn't finish
what he started," said Aaron with surprising directness but without
betraying any confidence about what hadn't been finished. "Did you talk to
him about it?" I asked. "No, I wanted you to tell him," said Aaron. "What
am I supposed to tell him?" I asked. "Tell him to finish. He'll know what
you mean." If I didn't already know the scenario, I would have been puzzled
by Aaron's request and probably would have probed further for more
details. But I already knew, and because I already knew, my own cock began
to stir. I had to consciously control myself to avoid embarrassment. I told
Aaron I'd talk to John. "When did you want him to finish?" I asked. "NOW,"
said Aaron, somewhat demandingly. "Okay, I'll go tell him. Do you want to
go with me while I do?" "No, if it's okay, I'll stay here. Tell him I'm
here waiting." I almost immediately went full-bone. If Aaron had looked
down at my crotch, he would have surely seen. But I quickly turned away
from Aaron and said, "I'm on it."

I walked back into the area where everyone was scattered about, some still
playing games and others watching the cartoon movie. I soon saw John on the
side of the room watching a group of boys playing checkers. He looked up at
me as I walked toward him and smiled. I motioned to him to come over to
where I was so our conversation didn't have to be in earshot of any of the
boys. "Hey, wassup?" he asked innocently. I looked around and saw a dark
corner in the room with nobody around who might overhear us. "Let's go over
there," I said, nodding in that direction. We walked over to the dark
corner of the room. Again, I checked to make sure no one was watching us
and no one could overhear us. "Aaron just complained to me," I said to John
In a whisper. John straightened up a bit, probably aware of what Aaron was
referencing. "What did he complain about?" John asked. "That you didn't
finish," I told him. John knew exactly what I was talking about. He seemed
stunned. "What did you say to him?" John asked. "I didn't say anything," I
replied. "I'm not sure I understand..." said John, somewhat quizzically,
though with a sense of what Aaron was after. I looked around again to make
sure no one was looking our way, and to assure myself that the dark corner
gave us some privacy. I reached out and grasped John's arm, bringing his
hand to my crotch, where I was still mostly-hard. He automatically squeezed
and then let out a sigh. "He told me he wants you to finish," I said to
John. John let go of me and looked surprised. "When?" he asked. "Now," I
said. John didn't know what to say. He tried to stammer something but was
really speechless. "He's waiting for you out in the hall," I said. John
gulped audibly. "I tell you what," I said matter-of-factly. "We'll both go
on out there and meet him. Then you go into the bathroom where you were
before and finish for him. We don't have much choice. I'll stand guard in
the hall again to make sure no one interrupts you." John gulped again. "You
don't mind?" he asked. I looked around again and then reached over and
groped John. It was clear he was on his way to a bone. "I'm more than
willing," I said. "Just knowing what you are going to finish is a big
turn-on to me too!" We both chuckled nervously. "Let's get this started
before the possibility of interruption increases," I said. "Follow me."

I led John quickly and quietly toward the hallway where Aaron was
waiting. As we approached, Aaron's facial expression turned from one that
could have been interpreted as annoyed to one of anticipation. "I went and
got him," I said to Aaron. "He said he'll finish. Why don't you two go in
there?" I nodded toward the more private bathroom. Even if Aaron might have
been aware I must have known what was going to happen, his eagerness for it
TO happen propelled him toward the door. He held it open and motioned for
John to enter. John went inside and the door closed behind them. I waited
in the hall, standing guard to make sure no one else went in.

As the door closed behind them, John shivered. Just a short while ago he
had been in this very room with Aaron, who had demanded that he make his
cum shoot. Though they had both been fully erect and with their cocks out,
John had been too concerned about being discovered to follow through, and
had instead zipped up and not done so. Now, apparently, it WAS going to
happen. John stood at one of the urinals and turned toward Aaron. Aaron's
eyes were glued on John's crotch, which was already bulging. "Get it out,"
Aaron commanded. John's hands were trembling as he reached towards his
crotch. John unbuckled his belt and unzipped his shorts. When the shorts
were unzipped, the weight of the belt dropped them to the floor. John was
standing there in his white briefs, his totally-hard sixteen-year-old cock
bulging out the front. "Pull them down," Aaron commanded. He was in
charge. John lifted the front of his briefs away from his cock and pulled
them down to his knees. His throbbing tool bobbed in the air, and a moist
droplet appeared at its tip. John drew in a sharp breath. He stood before a
twelve-year-old camper with his pants down and his rock-hard cock bobbing
in the air. Almost immediately, Aaron reached out and fondled John's balls,
much like he had done with his own counselor previously. He then slid his
hand up and wrapped it around John's steel spear. He squeezed it gently and
then almost imperceptibly stroked it up and down its length three or four
times. John gasped when Aaron did that. Aaron let go but continued to stare
directly at John's pulsing penis. He absently reached down and unzipped his
own shorts, digging quickly and pulling his own pre-teen cock out of the
gap. He slowly began to masturbate himself as he stared at John. "This time
you are going to make it shoot cum," ordered Aaron. "Start beating it."
John reached down, wrapped his hand around his cock, and slowly began
stroking. Aaron continued to stare as he worked his own boy meat. The
sensations made John shudder and his knees even wobbled a bit. Aaron
continued to slowly stroke himself with his right hand and reached out with
his left hand to once again fondle John's balls. John gasped again and
almost lost his balance but quickly righted himself. He continued to jerk
as Aaron watched. Aaron gave a command again. "Get down on your knees."
John kind of stalled, not exactly sure what Aaron was demanding he
do. "NOW," said Aaron with insistence. John pushed his briefs a little
farther down his legs so he could kneel down until he was in the position
Aaron had commanded. "Keep beating it," said Aaron. John did as ordered. A
drop of precum drooped from the tip of his cock toward the floor, hanging
on a viscous thread. Aaron took a step toward John, his boycock also
throbbing, and now almost directly in John's face. John couldn't help but
stare at it.

"Suck it," Aaron ordered, thrusting his hips toward John, whose eyes almost
bulged out of his head. "I don't do that," whispered John. He was
right. John had never sucked a cock before. All he had done were the
masturbatory shenanigans here at camp. Aaron took another step toward John,
his turgid tool now right in John's face. "Yes you do," said Aaron, now
grabbing his hard boycock and wagging it in front of John's mouth. "Suck
it." John couldn't help himself. He closed his eyes and opened his
mouth. Immediately, Aaron rammed his cock into John's mouth, which
automatically closed around it. Aaron thrust his hips in and out, and John
felt awkward as his lips automatically closed and he began to suck Aaron's
cock as it went in and out of his mouth. John continued to pummel his own
pud. Aaron's thrusts became more active, and he finally reached out and
grabbed the back of John's head and pulled it in tight. Though at 12,
Aaron's cock wasn't big enough to go all the way down John's throat, it was
hard enough for John to feel inside his mouth, and despite his
inexperience, for him to be sucking Aaron in earnest. With an audible gasp,
Aaron pulled hard on the back of John's head and thrust even more than he
had done before. John could feel the pulsing of Aaron's boycock inside his
mouth as Aaron's orgasm made a watery deposit. John had never thought about
12-year-olds shooting cum before, and certainly not in his mouth, but here
he was with his lips around a boy and a load of pre-teen cum in his
mouth. Almost involuntarily, John's cock erupted, his cream spurting at
least three feet in front of him on the floor and follow-up shots making a
puddle of sixteen-year-old cum. At the same time, he absently swallowed,
downing Aaron's load, which left a remarkably sweet taste in his
mouth. John lurched backward onto his haunches, and Aaron's still-hard cock
plopped out of his mouth. John's own cock was still in his hand and
softening, though filled with post-orgasmic sensation. John opened his eyes
to see Aaron stuffing his boycock back into his pants and zipping up. Aaron
then turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving John on his knees, cock
in hand, and puddle of cum in front of him on the floor.

As Aaron walked out of the bathroom, he startled me as I stood guard. "John
finished," said Aaron. He paused for a second to make sure I was
aware. "You and I still have unfinished business," he said with a startling
degree of maturity for a twelve-year-old. Then he walked back into the room
where everyone else was involved in their activity.

I shivered. I knew that Aaron had made John jerk off just a few feet away
from me inside that bathroom--and now he had made it known that something
similar was still to come for the two of us. I wanted to be sure John was
okay, and though I knew he'd probably be embarrassed, I opened the door and
went into the bathroom. Sooner rather than later we both needed to be back
in the activity room. John was still on his knees, his pants around his
ankles, his mostly-softened cock still in his hand, a pool of cum still on
the floor in front of him. What I noticed most, though, were the tears
streaming down John's face. "Are you okay?" I asked. John visibly shuddered
as he looked up at me. "I'm okay," he said. "I just never expected all of
that." I could only imagine, and my own cock plumped up a little bit when
the sight before me and the vision in my fantasy combined. "We need to get
you cleaned up," I said, as I helped John stand up from his kneeling
position. I grabbed a bunch of paper towels from the dispenser and began to
wipe up the puddle of cum from the floor as John made himself look
presentable. I wasn't sure what to do with the cummy paper towels, so I
simply deposited them inside the trash can. I doubted any of the
maintenance guys would be checking for cum evidence in the trash! John
stood at the sink, leaning on both hands. "Wow," he said. "Wow." "You'll
have to tell me about it some time," I said, actually curious about what
had taken place. I envisioned the two of us while John told his story,
doing what all teens do. Again, John shook his head and repeated
himself. "I just never expected all of that." Now I was really curious, but
I knew the report would have to wait. We needed to get back into the
activity room. And Aaron had made it clear that more was in store for me.