Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2020 22:40:15 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Camp Silver, Chapter 5

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Camp Silver, Chapter 5

The next morning, I awoke with a start. Campers arrive today! It would
change the very nature of Camp Silver for the rest of the summer. For one,
we'd be sleeping in the bunkhouse with all of the campers, not in the
seclusion of the utility building room. Second, we would be tired from all
of the activities each day! I stretched a bit and looked over at Stewart
next to me, who was still sleeping. I recalled the feel of his hard cock
last night as it began to spasm and shoot. I knew I'd have to check the
wall today and make sure that the cum that had splattered over his head was
cleaned off. That boy has sure shot a load! My own cum had been quite
satisfying. Though Stewart had squeezed my cock while I was jerking him, I
had gotten my own self off, though Stewart was watching. (And so,
apparently, was Joseph!) I looked over to Joseph, who was also still
asleep. Just because of my position on the big bed, I would need to wake
Stewart to get out. May as well get them both up so we could get ready for
the big change that would happen right after lunch. I turned on some lively
music and called out to both of them to "rise and shine."

Joseph immediately stretched. Stewart opened his eyes and looked at
me. There was still a look of satisfaction on his face. That boy had needed
to shoot his load! It must have been pent up, so I am certain Stewart felt
much better. Joseph sat up on the edge of his cot and looked over at both
of us. "Good morning," he said with a smile. Then he stood up, his briefs
fully-tented by his morning wood. That boy's cock rarely gets soft! He bent
over and picked up the towel on the floor and said to me ,"I think I'll
need to get a new towel today." He looked at both me and Stewart with a
knowing look, but didn't indicate in any way to Stewart that he had been
watching as we each shot our wads the previous evening. I assured him that
we'd clean the room this morning after breakfast and get fresh linens for
the room and that we'd have linens in the bunkhouse. Stewart threw back the
covers and also stood up. HIS cock was tenting his briefs, too! Amazing how
a massive cum can only unleash more horniness. I realized that I also was
morning stiff, so climbed out of the bed and stood there with the two of
them, all of our cocks hard and tenting our briefs. "Let's get our teeth
brushed and then get dressed and see what's for breakfast." That's what we
did.

After breakfast, we knew we had to clean out the room we had been using for
the last few days, and move our essentials into the bunkhouse. The Camp
Director had told us to all gather outside the Main Building at 10AM, so we
had a bit of time to do our personal chores. We got back into the room, and
Joseph sat on the cot. "What should I move into the bunkhouse?" he
asked. "Whatever you want to have regular access to," I answered. "We can
always come back in this room when we need, but it will usually be locked,
so it won't be a place we can come in and out of all the time. We'll be
busy with campers." Joseph just sat there for a second. Then almost
unconsciously, he reached down and started feeling himself through his
shorts. He was unstoppable! Joseph nodded toward the towel that he had
thrown back on the floor. "Let's make sure that gets washed today," he said
with a laugh. Stewart nervously chuckled along with him, as did I, all
realizing that we had used it to clean up our jizz last night. He continued
to grope himself through his shorts. Stewart couldn't contain himself. "Do
you always play with yourself like that?' he asked quizzically. Joseph was
mildly startled, but said, "I can't help myself. Sometimes I just get
hard. Don't you?" "Yeah," said Stewart, "but I don't play with myself all
day." "Sorry," said Joseph. "No, I didn't mean anything bad," said Stewart,
"just that you always seemed to be playing with it." "Well, I like the way
it feels," Joseph said. He had kind of a sad look on his face, as if
Stewart was accusing him of doing something wrong. Stewart sat down next to
him on the cot and put his arm around his shoulder. "Hey, Joseph, I'm
sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to suggest you were doing something wrong."
Joseph looked over at him. "Really?" he said. "Yeah," said Stewart in
return. "You can play with it as much as you want...it's natural for guys
our age." Joseph brightened up and squeezed himself through his shorts one
more time. "I tell you what," Joseph said with animation. "Let's use that
towel one more time so it's really dirty before we send it to the laundry!"
He looked at Stewart and at me for validation. Stewart also looked over at
me. I just nodded my assent. "If you guys are in the mood, have at
it. We've still got a few minutes before we have to be anywhere." Joseph
immediately stood up and pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles in
one motion. His hard teen cock popped up, stiff as ever. He then sat back
down and said to Stewart, "come on, let's get started." Stewart had a
surprised look on his face, but at fourteen, the proximity to a hard cock
and the suggestion that they both beat it was more than he could
control. He swiftly dropped his shorts and briefs, too. Both were sitting
next to each other on the cot with hard throbbing cocks. I was sitting
across from them on the bed, looking directly at them. Almost
simultaneously, they looked at me and asked "are you going to join in,
too?" "I think I'll just supervise for right now," I said. I wanted to
savor every moment of watching these two beat off side-by-side, and didn't
want my attention to be averted because I was also masturbating. I leaned
down and stretched the towel out on the floor. "Let's see if both of you
can shoot all of your cum on the towel so we don't have any more to clean
up," I suggested. Joseph immediately began stroking himself with relentless
abandon. Seeing the two of them next to each other, it was apparent that
their cocks were both about the same size. The main difference was
Stewart's foreskin. Stewart had his eyes on Joseph as Joseph stroked, and
his hand was squeezing and stroking his own cock. Then he began to pull his
skin over the head and let it slip back. Over and over. I was in heaven!
Here were these two cute, horny teens sitting right across from me, both
being controlled by their hard cocks, and beating off to relieve a constant
tension. I am sure no more than two minutes went by of almost silent cock
stroking before it became obvious that both were going to cum. Surprisingly
to me, Stewart got there first. "I'm gonna shoot," he said, pointing his
cock down at the towel. His body jerked and spasmed and a huge rope of
white-hot cum squirted out, overshooting the towel by several inches and
almost hitting my shoe! Joseph was right behind him. "Ahhhhhhhh," he moaned
out loud before his body stiffened to match his cock. Joseph didn't point
toward the towel though. He just leaned back and shot straight up. Even
though both boys had beat off before bed last night, they both shot
enormous loads. Joseph's cum got on his hand and in his small patch of
pubes, and some fell on the floor, barely missing his pulled-down shorts
and briefs. They both almost collapsed from the pleasure. Without saying
anything, I bent down and grabbed the edge of the towel and cleaned up the
gooey mess that Stewart had shot over the towel. Then I reached over and
cleaned up the mess Joseph had made. I grabbed my own cleaner towel off the
rack net to me and handed it to Stewart. "You guys use this one to clean
yourself up," I said. "All of the towels are going to be washed anyway."
Stewart wiped off his hand and then cleaned off his cock, rolling back the
skin to make sure he was completely wiped off. Joseph watched with rapt
attention. Stewart handed the towel to Joseph, who also wiped up the mess
he had made. "That was quite a show," I said to both of them with a
smile. "You'll have to do it again for me sometime!" Joseph nodded in
agreement and said, "you'll have to join in next time." "I may just do
that," I replied as I stood up. Joseph looked straight at my crotch because
I was obviously still tented from what I had just seen. He pointed at my
bulge and said, "yeah, looks like you liked it too!" We all smiled, though
I sensed that Stewart may have also been slightly embarrassed. However, a
hard squirting cock overcomes all inhibitions. "I did enjoy it," I said
with a smile. "Now let's get things cleaned up and get ready for the
campers." So we did.

We had the beds stripped of their linens and all the towels bundled up in
no time. I took the towels over to the laundry room, telling Joseph and
Stewart to get the things they wanted to have in the bunkhouse packed
up. The laundry was at the other end of the utility building, so quite
close by. Luckily, all of the linens to be washed were in a big hamper, so
I just stuffed the most "guilty" items away. I grabbed enough to replace
what had been laundered and took them back. Joseph and Stewart were almost
all done. "Get any dirty clothes you need washed out and in your laundry
bag," I said, getting my own dirty clothes ready and packing up what I
would take to the bunkhouse. Since Joseph was the "junior" counselor, I had
him take the three laundry bags to be washed. "Make sure our names are on
the bags," I said. Stewart and I carried our things across the bridge to
the bunkhouse. I put my things on my bed, and Stewart put Joseph's things
on the bunk Joseph would use. He put his own on the bottom bunk he would
occupy. We did another quick visual inspection of the entire
bunkhouse. Joseph came in from delivering our dirty clothes to the laundry,
and I instructed them to put their clothes away in the locker at the foot
of their beds. I stashed my own in my locker. I looked at my watch and saw
that we had a few minutes before our 10AM meeting, so we just took our time
walking over to the Main Building.

Everyone was excited about the first group to arrive about 1PM. We would
greet the bus, get everyone off the bus and organized into their
appropriate groups, get the luggage in the right hands, and march them off
to the bunkhouse. There we would take about 30 minutes to get each of the
boys settled in by putting their clothes in their locker and doing a "tour"
of the bunkhouse as well as go over the rules. We would then go to the Main
Building, where there would be some light snacks that would tide the boys
over until supper. The Camp Director would say a few words, and we'd again
break into groups and do tours of the Main Building and camp grounds. In
late afternoon, we'd let the boys get in the pool for about an hour, then
would get everyone changed and to the supper table. We had a movie planned
for right after supper, then everybody was scheduled to go to bed. We
started early the next morning! When we were all clear about the schedule
and the expectations, we went in for an early lunch. We wanted to have
plenty of time to eat, then clean up, then get ready to greet the
bus. There was great energy in the air.

At lunch, I sat with John and Rick, the other two senior counselors, and
Mike, Steve, Stewart and Joseph all sat together at another table. We
chatted about what we hoped would happen, pledged to be of support to each
other, asked if there was anything anyone needed from each other, then sat
back to wait for the "arrival." I liked John and Rick, and hoped we'd get
to spend a little time with each other this summer. These first few days
had been exhausting, and there was no group partying at night (not that we
didn't have our own little party in the room), because the opening of camp
was busier than even subsequent groups of campers arriving. So we kind of
caught up on what had been going on in our lives the past year. John asked
me how it was to have both Stewart and Joseph as JCs, and I said that it
actually was working out pretty good. They said that Mike and Steve had
also been hard workers and they looked forward to a "no trouble" summer.

About 12:15 there was a phone call that said the bus was on its way and
should arrive even a few minutes early. We were all stoked! About ten
minutes before the anticipated arrival, the staff gathered on the porch of
the Main Building to wait for the bus to arrive. Nearly fifty boys would be
here in just a few minutes, all set for almost two weeks of camp. I
wondered what the next twelve days would bring: adventure, experience,
trouble, challenge, fun. I was looking forward to it! Soon a ripple of
excitement went through the staff: the bus was turning the corner and
coming into the campgrounds. We all cheered and waved at the campers. Then
it was chaos....

It took the better part of 30 minutes to get everyone off the bus and
standing next to their luggage. Most of the luggage pieces were small and
inexpensive, more like duffel bags. Some even had pillow cases with their
clothes in them. Eventually, we got everyone separated into the three
groups representing the three bunkhouses. Then each group marched off to
their respective places to get settled in. We got into the bunkhouse, and
as we had planned, the youngest were on one side of the room, with Joseph
in the bottom bunk right next to me in the center, and the youngest
11-year-old in the bunk above him. The twelve-year olds and the oldest
eleven-year-old were on the other side of the room with Stewart. There was
some chatter as campers jockeyed for an upper bunk or a lower bunk. But
soon, everyone had picked a bunk, had put their clothes in the locker at
the foot, and were ready for my talk about how they'd need to behave. A few
guys had to use the bathroom, so it took a few minutes before all were
settled down, and they draped themselves all over the place around my bed
as I told them the rules. I made sure they all understood that I was the
boss, and that Joseph and Stewart were my assistants. I told them not to
get on my bad side and everyone would have a lot of fun.

Then I said it was time for us to go to Main Building for snacks and a talk
from the Camp Director. Then we'd be able to spend a little time in late
afternoon at the pool. So we headed out as a group toward the Main
Building. Everyone was excited, and no one seemed to be "acting out." A
couple of the guys remembered Joseph from being a camper before and were in
awe that he was now old enough to be a JC. I was glad for that, as it meant
they respected his role.

We got to the large rec room in the Main Building, There was popcorn and
cookies and brownies and punch. It was almost like a horde of locusts had
descended on the food! The cook, however, had more stashed in the
kitchen. (Experience is a great teacher.) Though the room got noisy with
folks saying hello, it was manageably noisy, and the Camp Director let it
go on for a few before he said his piece. He welcomed all the former
campers and the new campers, and introduced each member of the staff. The
seniors were there up on the stage (so they wouldn't be pushed over by the
rambunctious kids), and he introduced them, too. They all waved hello and
invited campers to visit them in the Main Building anytime they
wanted. There were six ping pong tables, places to play cards, some board
games, and a piano in the room, all occupied. When it was about 3PM, the
Camp Director announced over the loud speaker that campers should return to
their bunkhouses, change into their swimsuits and head to the pool. There
was a wild dash out of the room and toward the bunkhouses. Joseph, Stewart
and I could hardly keep up with them as we followed.

We got into the room, and each person headed toward their lockers. I warned
everyone not to tear through their clothes and mess everything up, but to
take their time getting their suits. The campers started disrobing almost
immediately. I told everyone to lay their clothes on their beds so they
could put the clothes they were wearing back on after the pool. All around
us, there were boys in the process of getting naked, and some already
naked. I was waiting for most of them to put on their suits before I
changed. As I looked toward the twelve-year olds, I saw some guys with
patches of pubes already growing in and some right on the edge of
development. Joseph was looking at them too from the other side of the
room. As Joseph pulled down his pants, I could tell that he was half
hard. Gosh, being around all that nakedness would make just about anyone
hard. Anyway, he slipped on his suit before anyone besides me paid a lot of
attention. There was still quite a bulge in the front of his boardies, but
it was manageable. Stewart had slipped on his suit when I wasn't
looking. So I quickly ditched my clothes and put on my own suit, then
checked to make sure all the guys were ready. I told them all that there
were towels by the pool and they should leave their shower towels on the
beds. I made sure everyone had on flip flops. If they hadn't brought their
own, we had a number of pair in the bunkhouse. Then we walked out to the
pool.

In the pool, it was controlled mayhem. We didn't allow running around the
edges, and discouraged roughhousing. The idea was to swim and splash and
play, but to be careful. No one got hurt. At the end of about 90 minutes,
we were ready to bring the fun to an end, and called out for the boys to
exit by bunkhouse. That was the only way for counselors to count that
everyone was out. We were the last bunkhouse to leave, so our guys got an
extra five minutes in the pool. Then we got out, too, and headed
back. "Take your pool towels with you," I said. "You will dry off when you
change clothes, and then we'll bring the wet towels to the laundry before
dinner." We got back to the bunkhouse. There were clotheslines hanging up
in the shower area, so I asked everyone to line up and take off their suits
in the shower. Everyone got naked fast and hug their suits up on the
line. There were numbers on the wall by the line that corresponded to the
bunks that guys were in so they could keep track of where their suits
were. The boys dried themselves off and then walked naked back to their
bunks to change clothes. It was quite a parade of boy eye candy! Everyone
got dressed, and then we were ready for dinner. After dinner a movie was
planned, then we required everyone to go to bed early because we had a full
day of activity coming up the next day.

Joseph, Stewart and I were the last to change out of our suits after most
of the boys had run inside to put on their clothes. When Joseph pulled down
his suit, he was rock hard! Noticing this, I said I'd go in and get his
clothes and bring them to him. I didn't want Joseph running into the
bunkhouse with a full bone while everyone else was changing! Stewart asked
if I could bring his clothes, too. (I wondered if HE was boning up, too!) I
told them to wait right there and finish drying off. It just took a few
seconds to grab their clothes and bring them back. Joseph was still hard,
though Stewart was simply "plumped up." Difficult to stand next to a horny
teen with a boner without having some reaction! They both put on their
clothes quickly. I stripped off my wet suit, hung it up, dried off, and
walked back to my bed, where I quickly pulled on my clothes. Though all of
the guys were watching me (I was certainly the most "developed" males in
the room), I managed to keep control of myself.

Then it was time for dinner. We had survived the first afternoon of
campers!