Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2021 00:34:17 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Camp Silver, Chapter 8

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CAMP SILVER, Chapter 8

It's amazing how each morning seems to resemble the others yet is entirely
unique.

Being the head counselor means that my first responsibility is to my
campers, so I'm usually last to bed and first to rise. Sometimes I wake up
right when I expect, and other times I wake up early. Today was an "early"
day. It was quiet in the bunkhouse---the kind of quiet that only occurs at
this time of the day, before everyone starts to rise from their deep
sleep. There was some snoring and other soft sounds of regular breathing,
but otherwise silence.

I lay in my bed, contemplating what had happened last night. I had actually
given Aaron a hand job, with him squirting his hot boy cum all over my hand
before falling instantly asleep! I contemplated the dangerous nature of
what I had done, then marveled at the sweet taste of his hot cum as I
licked my hand afterwards. I'd have to make sure Aaron didn't become too
insistent about "repeats," because so much risk was involved. What if one
of the other campers saw us or heard us? Or one of the counselors? Well,
maybe Joseph and Stewart wouldn't mind, but the point was a valid one. As I
recalled last night's activity, my own hard cock twitched in my briefs. I
must admit, when Aaron insisted on my feeling him, and then when I grasped
his throbbing cock, it was a tremendously exciting moment. (Probably for us
both!) To feel a boy's hard-as-steel member and to grasp it and stroke it
while he squirmed and moaned was like being a part of his innermost
feelings--and I knew what those feelings were like!

The silence of the bunkhouse and the intensity of my erection made me
contemplate masturbating right then. Stewart was sleeping on one side of me
and Joseph on the other, and neither one would care! As I was considering
beating off, there was motion from the other side of the room. Aaron
quietly climbed down from his bunk and headed to the bathroom. I wondered
if he was going to use that time to repeat the feeling I had given him last
night, or if he was just peeing. Must have just been a pee, as he came back
within a couple of minutes. He tiptoed over to my bed, so I kept my eyes
closed. He didn't say anything or do anything, and quickly went back to his
bunk and crawled back in. I wonder what he was thinking? My cock throbbed
again on its own as if it was repeating the feeling I had given Aaron last
night. But now I was worried that Aaron was no longer fast asleep, and if I
got up and went to one of the stalls that he might follow me like he had
done before. I just lay there and apparently dozed off again for a few
minutes, but when I awoke with a start, it was almost time to start the
morning wake-up process. I got up and went into the bathroom, half-hard but
able to easily pee, and I brushed my teeth. I walked back to my bed and
slipped on my shorts and a t-shirt. I then gently shook Stewart and Joseph
and made hand signals about them getting started. Stewart was up in a
flash, though Joseph lingered a bit. Probably a good thing, since if those
two teens were in the bathroom together with their morning wood, who knows
what might happen!

Finally, we were ready to start another day, and I turned on the music,
gently rousing the bunkhouse boys from their slumber. As always, seeing the
noticeable bulges in the crotches of the older boys was an interesting way
to start the day. Surely more of them besides Aaron needed to beat off...I
wonder when they did it...and where? The excited din got louder as more
boys ran into the bathroom for their morning pee and to brush their teeth,
then came back to their bunks to dress.

Nothing more happened that day that was of note. Again, we did everything
in our power to tire the boys out, and must have been successful. It was,
overall, a quiet day. After dinner, everyone went into the game room, and
once again a movie was shown and some boys played games, but it was a "low
energy" night, as everyone was really exhausted. We all headed back to the
bunkhouse and the boys got ready for sleep. There were no requests for back
rubs, and even Joseph appeared to fall asleep quickly. Good thing, because
the next day was hiking day!

Even surrounded by boys, all in their underwear, I was relaxed enough to
quickly fall into a deep slumber. The next morning was also a routine one
and I didn't really recall anything out of the ordinary as everyone got
ready and we marched out for breakfast. The camp director made a couple of
comments and told everyone we'd be hiking, so boys were required to pick up
a snack bag as they left breakfast. Each bag contained an apple and each
boy also grabbed a bottle of water from the table, then we lined up outside
by bunkhouse. Though we were all headed in the same general direction,
there were unique pathways through the woods that surrounded the camp, and
each group was separated from the others. My bunkhouse happened to go on
the trail that led to my favorite rocks overlooking the water, so I was
glad to be on a trail that was familiar and also offered great
views. Though we would only be gone for a couple of hours at most, there
was excitement in the air. Though it wasn't a strenuous path, it was
something different for the boys. It was an uneventful hike up to the
rocks, and we encouraged the boys to stretch out on the promontory
overlooking the water. Joseph took a prominent spot on one of the larger
rocks, surrounded by several of his charges. Stewart and Aaron were
stretched out together on one of them, and I wondered if there was a
budding attraction as I looked at their closeness. But that's my mind
wandering... After a short while, we continued on our hike, circling back
through the trail toward the camp. We arrived back shortly before lunch
time, and gave the boys a chance to go to the bathroom, change their shirts
if need be, and get ready to eat. The dining room was abuzz with chatter as
the boys all talked about the hike and chowed down on the chef's famous
chili. Remember, these are boys from the city, and they rarely get out into
nature like this, so a hike is pretty special! After lunch, we retired to
the game room again for an hour or so to allow the boys to digest their
food. This afternoon was more lake time, including lake swimming! I had
Joseph take the youngsters back to the bunkhouse first to change into their
swim suits, followed shortly thereafter by Stewart leading the older
boys. I stayed in the game room for a quick counselors' meeting, just a
routine catch-up in the middle of the week of this session. Luckily, no
major problems!

Almost squealing with excitement, the boys all headed down to the lake
shore. No one was allowed to get into the water until all the counselors
were there. There was a large area roped off with floating markers in which
the boys could swim. Just outside that area was another one in which boys
could row small boats--if and only if they wore life preservers. Several of
the older boys chose that option, and soon everyone was engaged with the
water in some way or the other! I saw that Joseph was splashing with some
of the younger boys as they frolicked in the lake. Stewart was in one of
the rowboats with Aaron. (Wasn't that interesting!) I sat in one of the
lounge chairs next to John, one of the other counselors. "They all seem to
be having a great time," I said. "Yes, they do," John replied. "Have you
had any problems with Joseph?" John asked. "None whatsoever," I
replied. "He's a hard worker." "That's an understatement," said John. "We
stood next to each other at the urinals earlier, and he pulled out a
rock-hard cock! I thought he was going to beat off right there next to
me..." "Maybe he wanted to," I said. "You should encourage it the next time
that happens if you want to see him in action." John reached over and
punched me in the upper arm. "Geez, I bet he would if he got any sort of
encouragement." We both laughed.

Luckily, there were no problems that afternoon. Everyone was
well-behaved. No one got hurt. No one fell out of their boats. Everyone had
a great time. We called all of the boys back together, counted off by
bunkhouse to make sure everyone was accounted for, and walked back to
change. I hadn't put on a bathing suit, so I let Joseph and Stewart
supervise the changing boys while I stayed outside. We had planned an hour
or so of crafts work before we ate. One by one, the boys came back outside
after changing. We had encouraged quick showers, since they had been in the
lake rather than the pool, and we wanted to be sure everyone was
clean. Joseph quickly followed the last of the younger boys out of the
bunkhouse. Stewart and Aaron were the final two to assemble back in the
game room, where Legos, drawing pens and paper accompanied the other games
that were available. Joseph was actually providing good supervision to the
younger boys as they chose their activity. Stewart and Aaron appeared to be
a "tag team" as Stewart checked on all the activities. There was no outward
issue--just that Aaron was following Stewart all around. Everyone was
well-behaved and stayed pretty engrossed in their efforts until it was time
to eat. Tonight was meat loaf, and not a hungry boy was left after the main
course. Dessert was chocolate cake, and you'd think it was the first time
these boys had eaten it. There was a Western move on tap afterwards, or a
continuation of crafts and games. As the movie got underway, I noticed that
Stewart and Aaron were once again sitting side by side in the bean bag
chairs. Concerned that Stewart may be uncomfortable like he was the last
time, I walked by where they were seated and checked in. Stewart said all
was well, that they both liked the movie, and stayed in that location. So I
left the two of them alone and continued making rounds through the game
room. There were some 60 boys in the space, and it was noisy, but the boys
were well-behaved. Again, I think spending the morning hiking and the
afternoon in the lake tired them out and they welcomed a quiet evening. The
other counselors were either watching the movie or circulating as I was, so
everything appeared to be okay. I did look over at one time and both
Stewart and Aaron seemed to be even closer than they were before, but if
Stewart wasn't complaining, I wasn't going to chase them apart. The movie
came to an end, and we began the process of closing down the activity and
getting the boys back to their bunkhouses. Though it was a mix of younger
and older boys, those who had been watching the movie were the first to go
get ready for bed. Stewart led our bunkhouse out of the main building.
Joseph stayed behind because he had been building Legos with some of the
boys, and it took them a few minutes to clean up and put everything back in
its place. Then he accompanied the rest of the boys back to change clothes,
brush their teeth, and get ready for sleep. The senior counselors once
again had a quick meeting with the director to make sure there weren't any
issues, and to confirm the schedule for the next day's activities. Then I
went back to the bunkhouse myself.

It was strangely quiet. Most of the boys were already in their bunks, and
about half appeared to already be asleep. I marveled at the strategy to
keep the boys busy all day! Some others were chatting with their nearby
friends and some were reading. A couple were still brushing their teeth but
soon were in their bunks. Joseph and Stewart seemed to have everything
under control, so I lay down on my bed, put in my ear buds, and listened to
some music. I must have dozed off for a few minutes, because when I awoke,
it was mostly dark in the bunkhouse. A couple of guys down at the far end
still had their reading lights on, but it was pretty quiet. I looked over
and Stewart was standing next to Aaron's bed, and it looked as if Aaron had
persuaded Stewart to rub his back. I secretly wondered if more than that
would happen as I dozed back off again. I only dozed for a few more
minutes, but when I woke up, it was totally quiet. I was still lying on top
of my bed, so I got up and quietly walked in to the bathroom to brush my
teeth. I heard a noise from one of the stalls and asked in a soft voice "is
someone in here?" Stewart answered, "it's me." "Oh, okay," I said. "I'm
just going to brush my teeth." The door to his stall opened a bit and he
said "come here please." I walked over to the stall and looked in. Stewart
was sitting on the toilet, his pants around his ankles, and he was pumping
his hard cock. "He made me do it," said Stewart kind of blankly. "What do
you mean?" I asked, as I watched him stroke and rapidly got hard
myself. "Aaron," said Stewart. "He made me beat his meat. Then he fell
right asleep." I kind of chuckled. "Wasn't it nice?" "Oh, wow," he
said. "Yes. His boy cock was SO hard. He was shaking all over as I stroked
him. And he shot so much cum! I got it all over my hand and arm." He held
out his arm and I could see the wetness still there. I walked inside the
stall, and bent down, licking Aaron's sweet cum off Stewart's arm. Stewart
jumped at this action and kept furiously stroking. I quietly knelt down in
front of him and swiftly took him into my mouth. His moan was so loud I was
sure it could be heard in the bunkhouse. I slid up and down on his cock
maybe four or five times and he arched his hips up off the seat and dumped
a huge load into my mouth, groaning as he did so. I kept my mouth on his
cock as the orgasmic spasms continued, finally swallowing and then
releasing him. His softening cock flopped down and he exhaled sharply. "Oh,
man, thank you," he said. "I needed that." I smiled and licked my lips,
gathering the last residue of his load. I stood up, my own turgid tool
pushing out the front of my own pants, and smiled at Stewart. I slipped out
of the stall and then turned toward the bunkhouse. There stood Joseph, who
had apparently seen it all. The front of his tighty-whiteys was pulled down
in front and he was openly masturbating as he stood three feet away from
me. "My turn," he said emphatically, and he walked into the stall adjacent
to where Stewart was and sat on the toilet seat. I had to follow. Though we
had only previously masturbated together, I knew that this first blow job
from me was going to be necessary. Stewart whispered to us, "do you want me
to keep watch?" I said "no, you can go to bed, but if you notice anyone
coming here in the next couple of minutes, try to stall them." Then I got
on my knees. Joseph's hungry eyes looked directly into mine and his cock
throbbed like I had never seen it throb before. I slipped him into my mouth
and opened my throat, taking him all the way down in one swoop. He moaned
and thrust his hips upward. His wiry 13-year-old pubes tickled my nose. I
knew this wouldn't take long. I reached down to play with his balls as he
thrust upward into my throat again. I felt his cock get even bigger and
harder in my mouth and then he blasted--and that is an accurate description
of what he did! So much cum shot out of his teen dick with so much force
that cum came out my nose, as I was all the way impaled on his cock. His
breathing was ragged and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh, fuck," he
said--too loudly, but too late for me to stop him. Luckily, no one heard. I
continued to suck lightly as I swallowed the rest of his copious load and
finally came off of his still-hard cock and looked up at him. "That was
great," he whispered. "No one has even done that to me before." I simply
smiled at him. Still on my knees in between his legs, Joseph reached out,
grabbed my hair, and pulled me closer to his dribbling cock as he began to
pummel it with his hand. Within seconds, another hot creamy load spurt out
all over my face. Joseph rubbed his cock all over the outside of my lips as
the last of his cream bubbled out. I sensed he might be able to go for a
third, but we were already at great risk. Joseph had been pretty loud, but
luckily no one had awakened to my knowledge. I got up and walked over to
the sink, and turned on the water, washing off his spunk and then brushing
my teeth--my original purpose for coming into the bathroom. Joseph came up
behind me and said "we've got to do that again."

I promised him we would.