Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2021 15:42:30 +0000 (UTC) From: D M Subject: Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Chapter 10 Title: Exploring at Camp Hardwood Installment: 10 Category: Gay, Adult Youth, Camping This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. Thanks to everyone who's enjoyed the story so far! If you like what you're reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know. I'm not sure how many more chapters I will put together as I'm running out of ideas for this particular scenario, but if inspiration strikes or I get a particularly good suggestion, I'll do what I can! As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at donate.nifty.org to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. [previously] Camp Hardwood's campers and counselors are getting to know each other better, which leads to Alex (13) fucking his counselor Matt (19) in the showers with a little help from Ryan (18). The summer is going well! Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Chapter 10 Another morning at Camp Hardwood began with the blaring of the 7am horn across camp, and Ryan again woke up with raging morning wood. After almost two weeks at camp, he'd settled into a more regular routine of cumming and was not nearly as "pent up" as he was in the first week, but no amount of wanking could truly satisfy a horny 18-year-old. He wasn't alone. He looked over at his co-counselor Matt, who had just gotten out of bed and stood up to stretch. He often slept in tight boxer-briefs, but it looked like he'd forgotten last night - this morning he was naked as the day he was born. The morning sun streamed through the cabin windows, lighting up his stiff 6-inch cock and low-hanging balls in a morning glow. The half-wall separating the counselors from the campers should've provided some coverage, but where Matt was standing, his naked body was visible to about half the cabin, and he didn't seem to mind. It made sense by this point. Matt and Ryan had seen their campers naked; they'd seen their counselors naked. By this point, Ryan knew at least 5 of their 12 campers had cum on or in Matt, and he wouldn't have been surprised if it was more. If there was any guarantee in life, it was that a group of horny teenagers thrown together in the woods in rural Maine would get very close, very quickly. Matt looked down and noticed he was naked, fumbling around for a pair of shorts. He put on a pair of gray running shorts that barely hung lower than his loose, saggy ballsack and walked through the cabin to rouse the other campers and start the day. Those shorts, Ryan realized, were a perfect metaphor for Camp Hardwood over the last week. While Matt was technically "covered up," being rock hard in a pair of gray cotton shorts left very little to the imagination and was more a formality than anything else. That was camp in a nutshell. Following Director Mike's conversation with the camp about masturbation and cum, there was no doubt in Ryan's mind that countless campers and counselors were blowing their loads wherever and whenever they wanted, getting naked together, and using each other's hands, mouths, and holes. But still, the ordinary activities of camp went on, and no one talked much openly about the male sexual energy humming just below the surface except in the context of dirty jokes, whispered rumors, and after-hours "war stories." In a way, that only made it hotter. Sneaking off to indulge your teenage needs was more fun when it felt like a secret, Ryan reflected. At breakfast, Camp Director Mike stood up to make an announcement. "As a reminder, boys, tonight is Tent Night." An excited murmur ran through the crowd as the older, returning campers perked up from their morning meal. "For those of you who are new," Director Mike continued, "Tent Night is a special activity night we have once a summer where you get to 'kick it old school' in tents around campus instead of our cabins. Each camper and counselor will be placed into a group with those outside their existing cabin to get to know some new faces, and we have a special barbecue cookout, marshmallow roasting, and other campfire activities. You and your tent will get to choose your location, learn how to pitch a tent, and camp out together under the stars." Mike gestured to the doorway. "We've posted the tent assignments on the wall outside the dining hall, which you can review once breakfast is over. We've pulled the tents out of storage near the boat shed and you can pick them up before dinner." "One more thing," he grinned wickedly. "Every year, we pick a theme for Tent Night. This year's theme is 'I see London, I see France.'" A few campers laughed, but most looked confused. "That means that, after the 5pm horn sounds, any boy that wants to participate can spend all of Tent Night in only his underwear." The dining hall erupted with excited chatter. Based on the energy level in the room, every boy wanted to participate and some were even planning their underwear choice already. After breakfast ended, campers and counselors alike spilled out the dining hall doors to inspect the Tent Night assignments. Ryan searched and found his name above the three campers he'd be staying with. He was pleased to see that Patrick, Alex's 9-year-old brother he'd met on the first day, was in his tent, along with an 11-year-old named Dylan and a 15-year-old named Taylor. "Ryan, look!" Patrick appeared at Ryan's side and pointed at the assignment sheet. "This is gonna be awesome!" Ryan grinned and ruffled his young friend's hair. "I can't wait, bud. It's gonna be great!" Ryan remembered Dylan from a few games of dodgeball and capture-the-flag. He was a friendly, athletic 5th-grader with a cute elfish face under a mop of longish blond hair. He had no idea who Taylor was, so he decided to flag down Greg, his friend who was the counselor for the 15er cabin at lunch. "Hey, Greg," he asked later that morning. "I have Taylor in my group for Tent Night. What's he like?" Greg looked up from his sandwich and shrugged casually. "Great kid. Kinda on the quiet side, but smart, sweet guy. You'll like him!" He took a bite of his ham-and-cheese, chewed, and added through a half-full mouth, "Biggest cock I've ever seen on a kid his age, actually." Ryan was intrigued by this revelation. Matt, sitting next to him, looked envious. "Lucky..." he said wistfully. Ryan suspected that whoever ended up in Matt's tent, regardless of age or size, would be filling his hole later that night. His co-counselor had made his love for taking cocks of all shapes and sizes very clear by this point. "What're you guys doing for the underwear theme?" Greg asked idly, continuing the conversation. "I was trying to think of a funny spin on it, but haven't come up with anything yet." Matt looked more cheerful now. "I have an idea, but I'm not sharing it with you!" He joked. "Don't want any copycats." Ryan wrinkled his brow. "I honestly hadn't thought about it yet," he said truthfully. "I'll have to look and see what I have." Back at the 13er cabin, as free time was winding down, most of the campers had already made their way back inside, instead of waiting for the 5pm horn to sound as they did most days. Ryan and Matt had both arrived to change for Tent Night, and Ryan still had no idea what he would wear. He fished around in his duffel bag for a clean pair of underwear, but nothing seemed particularly interesting or funny. Then, at the bottom of his bag, he found a black pair of briefs he'd forgotten he even packed for camp. Cut low and tight, the black Calvin Kleins were what you'd call "date night" underwear, hardly appropriate for the rough and tumble of camp as they were designed more to accentuate one's bulge and butt than to absorb sweat. Shrugging, Ryan slipped off his shorts and underwear and slipped on the pair. They flattered his figure nicely, but because Ryan hadn't had time to trim his pubes since getting to camp, the top of his bush peeked over the waistband. "Those are hot," Matt remarked. "Kinda similar to what I was thinking, actually. Hey, Charlie!" He yelled out into the cabin where the other redhead, Charlie, was also hunting through his clothes. Charlie looked up. "What's up, Matt?" "Toss me the biggest pair of tighty-whiteys you have, if you don't mind," Matt requested casually, as if asking him to pass the salt. Charlie thought for a moment, then reached into his backpack. "Try this one," he said, pulling out a pair of cotton briefs. "Not sure if they're clean, to be honest." Matt shrugged and walked over to grab them. Already shirtless, he dropped his shorts and underwear in one motion and donned the camper's tighty-whiteys. For the second time that day, he was fully naked in full view of the cabin, but this time he was at least flaccid. Unlike the pair Matt had worn during the truth or dare game, these actually covered his genitals fully, although just barely. The boyish briefs stretched comically around Matt's well-muscled body, straining to contain his thick glutes and man-sized testicles. Ryan had to admit it looked a little funny... and a little hot, too. As the 5pm horn sounded, the campers themselves changed into underwear. Most simply removed the clothing they'd been wearing to reveal their boxers or boxer-briefs. Eddie, always the jokester, put on his racing speedo from middle school swim team. His partner-in-crime, Tommy, wore only a white sock on his package. "Tommy, is that what you're wearing?" Ryan asked, trying to act mature and hide his amusement. Tommy nodded, proud of his joke. "Well, I don't wear underwear that often any way, so I figure this is the next best thing!" This made the whole cabin crack up, and Tommy waggled his sock-covered prick proudly. As he turned to exit the cabin door, his pale, white ass was on full display. The boys all walked down to the dining hall, where the smell of fresh-cooked hamburgers and hot-dogs wafted across campus from the grills set up nearby. Ryan took note of the dozens of mostly-naked boys as they ran down to get food. The parade of boxers, briefs, boxer-briefs, and trunks of all sizes, shapes, and colors was a beautiful sight. Tommy wasn't the only one with his ass on display. Camp Director Mike, directing the boys into two lines as they arrived, was wearing an old-school cotton jockstrap that looked like it was straight out of the 1970s. The jock only exaggerated his athletic build and fuzzy blond body hair. Like Ryan, his underwear couldn't fully contain his bush and a ring of darker, curlier hair was clearly visible around his groin. Ryan noticed several campers openly checking out their 30-something camp director's ass, and he couldn't blame them. He may have been the oldest one there, but he was also maybe in the best shape! After the boys finished their fresh-grilled dinners, Director Mike told the counselors to pick up their tent and sleeping bags and meet their campers to decide on a space to camp. Ryan grabbed a shabby but functional-looking red tent and pulled it to a corner of the field, looking around for Patrick and his other two campers. Dylan was the first to catch his eye and walk over. The shaggy-haired 11-year-old was wearing a pair of boxer briefs covered with Marvel characters. They didn't show much of the package underneath, but Ryan did notice that he was sporting a few dirty-blond armpit hairs, a bit unusual for his age. Patrick bounded up second, beaming with excitement. He wore a pair of tighty-whiteys like Matt, but these were more appropriate for his age and fit him accordingly. His little bulge poked straight outward, not hard but just not big enough to fully hang down. "Nice underwear, Ryan!" he said happily. Ryan chuckled. "You too, bud! Glad you like the Tent Night theme." Taylor was the last to arrive. The brunette 15-year-old was wearing a pair of looser plaid boxers, so Ryan unfortunately could not tell if the information his counselor Greg had shared was true, but he did notice a telltale swing in the front of the material as he walked. "Hey guys," he said, holding out a hand to fist-bump Dylan. "Great, that's everybody," Ryan said authoritatively. "Where do you want to camp?" Dylan pointed beyond the soccer field. "There's a clearing behind the trees up there that might work," he offered. "We camped near there last year and it was nice." Ryan nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me," he replied. The boys hauled their gear up the hill and into the woods. A short walk away from the fields, they were already surrounded on all sides by tall, thick pine trees. The golden rays of setting sun streamed through the tops of the leaves, but the soft ground itself was almost completely hidden from the camp buildings. They weren't the only tent group to have that idea. Jeff, Matt's friend and Patrick's counselor, and his trio of campers was already pitching their tent in one half of the clearing. Jeff was wearing a pair of red bikini-cut briefs that almost looked like a speedo. They didn't just show off his large package; they accentuated it, pushing it aggressively outward to advertise his size to the world. Jeff's group consisted of Alex, Patrick's 13-year-old brother in Ryan's group, a 14-year-old Hispanic boy named Marco, and a young boy Ryan didn't recognize. Alex was wearing a pair of blue and white boxer-briefs that nicely accentuated his package, although not as boldly as Jeff's, and Ryan suspected that they may in fact have belonged to Daniel. Ryan was glad to see Alex becoming more comfortable showing off his size. Marco was wearing short black boxers that almost looked like running shorts, and the young boy was wearing a pair of tighty-whiteys like Patrick. "Great minds think alike!" Jeff said as the group approached. "Feel free to camp right next to us; there's plenty of room for everyone." Alex looked pleased to see Ryan and Patrick, and Patrick was excited to camp with his brother as well. By the time the boys had all assembled their tents, the sun had nearly disappeared behind the horizon. Ryan and Jeff cleared a spot to build a campfire and sent the older boys, Marco and Taylor, back down to the dining hall to retrieve s'mores ingredients. The group of 8 then sat around the campfire roasting marshmallows and telling stories for over an hour before Marco and the young boy in Jeff's group, Trent, both retreated to their tent to sleep. Ryan and his campers Patrick, Dylan, and Taylor still sat around the fire with Jeff and Alex. As the fire started to die down, the nearby bushes rustled and Director Mike emerged, still wearing his jockstrap. "Almost 9pm boys," he said gently. "Time to put out the fire and get inside. You can still hang out in the tents as long as you want, but keep the flaps closed so the bugs don't get you. Nobody wants a mosquito bite on his pecker-- trust me," he laughed at his own joke. He turned away and continued on his walk, the firelight dancing off his thick, bare asscheeks. Jeff looked around the circle and stood up. "You boys ever put out a fire with your piss before?" He asked, smiling mischievously. The campers shook their heads. "Okay, everybody stand up and make a ring around the circle," he instructed. One by one, everybody stood up. Jeff was the first to take out his cock, freeing his hefty, brown member from its tight red pouch. He pulled back his foreskin and began to piss. Patrick was not far behind, dropping his tighty-whiteys to his ankles. His upward-turning tip sent an arc of piss so far it almost got on Dylan's feet across the circle. Ryan was next, the first circumcised boy to reveal his large mushroom head and begin to relieve himself. The sight of Jeff and Patrick peeing next to each other was already sending blood to his crotch. Alex joined in as well, his uncut cock hanging almost as long as Jeff's below his light brown bush. The two boys Ryan knew the least, Dylan and Taylor, were last to join in, hesitating at first then complying once everyone else had a stream going. Dylan pulled his waistband down to reveal a small, relatively undeveloped cut cock and tight balls, but even in the firelight Ryan could see that he was starting to grow a handful of pubic hairs. 11 was on the early side to grow a bush, Ryan figured, but not unheard of. Finally, Taylor slipped his cock out the fly of his boxers and started up a stream of piss, and Ryan saw that Greg's description of his cock as "the largest he'd ever seen on a 15-year-old" was no lie. Taylor was circumcised, and like Ryan, he had a large cockhead, but his was paired with a fat, tan shaft that hung down as long as Jeff's. Ryan wondered if he was a "shower" or a "grower," but either way, he was certainly well-endowed. He looked over at Jeff, who clearly had taken note of both Alex and Taylor's large cocks as well. The six streams of piss quickly put an end to the dying fire, as it hissed out of existence with a last plume of smoke and steam. The boys started up their few supplies to place inside the tent, and Jeff turned to Ryan. "I think Marco and Trent are asleep already. Can we come hang in the tent with you for a bit?" Ryan nodded and the boys piled into the red tent they'd assembled a few hours earlier. It was surprisingly roomy on the inside, easily accommodating the four sleeping bags and the six young boys. The shorter boys could even stand up fully in the tent, and the taller ones could stand if they hunched over. Once they were all in the cabin, Jeff flicked on the bright, battery-powered lamp and looked around. "I have an idea," he said. "What if we made our own mini-Tent Night theme?" "What do you mean?" Dylan asked. Jeff smiled. "What if... instead of underwear... we all just got naked instead!" He looked around conspiratorially, encouraging the campers to indulge in some harmless misbehavior. "Awesome!" Patrick replied before anyone else could. The 9-year-old was enthusiastic to a fault. Before anyone else could weigh in, he stripped off his underwear and threw them at his brother, with the white briefs landing on Alex's face. Alex laughed and playfully shoved his now-naked brother in retaliation. "Seems like the decision has been made," Ryan said, smiling. "I'm down if you guys are." That was all Jeff needed, and he got up on his knees to slide his red briefs down for the second time that night. This time, he was clearly semi-erect; his cock was fuller and more swollen than when he pissed, and the tip of his head poked out from under his foreskin. Given that he was about 8 inches when fully erect, Jeff's semi was as big as many guy's full boners. This time, Dylan was next, sliding his boxer-briefs off from a sitting position. Ryan followed suit, his own semi bouncing as it was freed from his tight briefs. Knowing his own overactive cock, it wouldn't say half-hard for much longer. Alex joined the fun, pulling his boxer-briefs off and tossing them at his brother in return. Patrick made a show of holding his nose and pretending the underwear stank. "Ew, Al, they smell like jizz!" He teased. "Aw, shut up," Alex replied. He was the first one who was clearly fully erect, but the rest of the boys weren't far behind. Jeff's hand absentmindedly drifted to his cock when he saw the stiff, upward curving 7.5-inch member the younger boy was sporting. Ryan was sure that Matt had told his friend all about the well-developed cock of his camper, but seeing it in person clearly impressed Jeff nevertheless. Once again, Taylor was the last, but not the least. He slowly slid his boxers down, revealing an overgrown thatch of black pubes, and then pulled it down his shaft, which was clearly hard. Lower and lower he pulled the boxers, revealing inch after inch of thick, white meat. After what seemed like forever, he reached his hard, red cockhead, and out popped a porn-star sized man cock that was even bigger than Alex's. It had the opposite curve of Alex's, pointing slightly downward even fully hard, and jiggling below his thick shaft were two egg-sized balls that also looked more than fully developed. "Wow..." Jeff whispered. "Taylor... I have to say this, dude. You have a sweet cock!" Even in the lamplight, Taylor blushed. "Thanks... man. Yours is pretty good too." "Yeah, but I'm 4 years older than you," Jeff replied, "and my cock is big even by adult standards! That's amazing." Every boy in the cabin was hard now. Dylan looked down at his stiff, 4-inch member, perfectly respectable for his age but dwarfed by the four older boys' large cocks. "Will mine be that big someday?" He asked, concerned. Ryan patted him on the shoulder. "It's certainly possible, bud. You're just starting puberty now, and from the looks of it, you're already advanced for your age," he explained. "But I should point out that the boys in the tent right now are not... exactly average," he smiled. "We all got pretty lucky in that department, especially Jeff and Taylor." Patrick was playing with his hard, prepubescent cock and rubbing his foreskin. He looked around at the pulsing, hard cocks all around him. "Who's the biggest?" he asked curiously. "Let's find out," Jeff said, giving his shaft a few yanks to ensure its full erect size. "Ryan and I will compare and Alex and Taylor can compare, then the winners can line up." Ryan knew the first part of the exercise was only for show. He got up on his knees and shuffled over to face Jeff directly. While Ryan was himself above average with a healthy 7 inches, Jeff outdistanced him by almost a full inch. Still, they lined up their cocks next to each other while the campers watched. As Jeff pulled away, triumphant, Ryan made sure to lightly drag the tip of his cock down his friend's shaft, leaving behind a trail of precum. Jeff looked up at him and winked, then rubbed the precum into his own skin with a few gentle strokes. Alex and Taylor assumed the same position, facing each other on their knees in the middle of the tent. Alex's upward curve pointed right at Taylor's face; if he'd cum right then and there he'd have a decent shot at giving the older camper a facial. Taylor, on the other hand, hung low and heavy, even fully hard. He lifted his shaft to a 90-degree angle and Alex pressed down on his to make the two cocks align. While both were enormous by teenage standards, Taylor had the slight edge. Alex silently shuffled out of the way and Jeff took his place. The older boy was rock hard, his foreskin stretched back over his head, and looked like he was about to cum at any minute. He grabbed both his and Taylor's cock with one hand to align them and the camper shivered at the feeling of another man's touch. Ryan and the other boys leaned in with anticipation to inspect the final measurements. It was a bit hard to tell with Taylor's curve, but it did look like the younger boy had the counselor beat by a sliver. "Wow, you got me," Jeff said approvingly, letting go of the two cocks. He leaned back in his seat and looked hungrily at Taylor's cock. "I've honestly never seen a guy who's bigger than me." Taylor looked down at his cock proudly, and gave it a few tugs. Alex, sitting next to him, was slowly stroking his own cock too. Patrick chimed in. "Hey, Jeff, can we show Alex and Ryan what I learned how to do?" He asked eagerly. Ryan had no idea what he was talking about, but Jeff nodded and leaned back. Patrick crawled over to his counselor and grabbed the older boy's cock with one hand, barely reaching all the way around. In one movement, he lowered his lips to the throbbing red cockhead before him and put it in his mouth. He could barely get more than a quarter of the way down Jeff's massive cock, but as he eagerly slobbered on it and stroked the lower shaft, it was clear Jeff was in full ecstasy. After a few seconds, Patrick pulled off and looked proudly over to his older brother while Jeff's cock pulsed in his hand at the edge of orgasm. "Do you want a turn, Al?" Alex's eyes were as wide as dinner plates and his cock could not have been harder. Silently, he nodded as well. Patrick crawled over to his brother and took his cock in his mouth. Because Alex's penis, while long, was not nearly as thick as Jeff's, Patrick was able to get more than half of it in his mouth. Jeff, Ryan, Taylor, and Dylan all stroked their cocks vigorously while they watched one brother please another. The display, plus the blowjob, was too much for Jeff, and he erupted first, shooting thick ropes of cum on his chest, shoulders, and stomach. Ryan looked over at Taylor and decided to follow Patrick's lead. "Do you want one too?" He asked the hung teenager. Taylor silently but eagerly nodded. Ryan, having sucked more cocks than an eager 9-year-old, was far more successful at swallowing the 8-inch monster. He relaxed his throat and took Taylor's whole meaty cock in his mouth, nestling his nose into the camper's unkempt bush and feeling his balls rest on his chin. Up and down, up and down, he bobbed until he felt a twitching in his mouth and then the warm release of cum while Taylor softly moaned. This pushed Ryan over the edge too and he jerked his own messy load out onto a sleeping bag below while he sucked. After he pulled off, he looked around to see Alex had cum as well, as evidenced by the white sticky mess dripping down Patrick's chin. Patrick looked satisfied and happy, but he was clearly too young to produce his own cum. Dylan, on the other side of the tent, was looking down at his crotch, where a small, clear stream of liquid reflected off his shaft in the lamplight. "I've... never done that before," Dylan said quietly, impressed with himself. "Congrats," Jeff replied. "You're a man now." He stood up, still covered in his own spunk, and headed for the tent flap. "Time for bed, now, anyways. See you boys in the morning." Ryan did his best to wipe his load off the sleeping bag he'd soiled, but Patrick just flopped down on it anyway. "Okay, goodnight!" He said, still butt naked and sticky with jizz, and moments later, he was asleep. Ryan smiled at his innocent, carefree, enthusiasm, as he looked down at the boy's beautiful naked body. The other three boys dragged their own sleeping bags into position and settled in for the night. As Ryan started to drift off, he heard the quiet but unmistakeable slapping of skin on skin from Alex's side of the tent. Wow, he thought to himself, Even after all that, he still needs to get off again. With a smile on his face as he pictured Alex beating his big, uncut cock alone in the dark, he drifted off. [end of Chapter 10]