Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2021 19:26:56 +0000 (UTC) From: D M Subject: Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Chapter 11 Title: Exploring at Camp Hardwood Installment: 11 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. This chapter is a long one but I promise it's worth it! Still open to ideas and suggestions for new content. 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 theme night led to some fun between Ryan (18), Jeff (19), and their young campers. Dylan (11) blows his first load and Patrick (9) sucks his brother (13)'s dick. Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Chapter 11 Tent Night was a big hit. The next morning, the campers and counselors of Camp Hardwood emerged from their tents in the woods and returned to their cabins, still wearing an assortment of underwear. Ryan noticed more than a few cumstains on the campers on his walk back to the 13er cabin and tried his best to adjust his lingering morning wood in his pair of tight black briefs. The 13-year-old group looked tired but cheerful as they reentered the cabin along with Ryan's co-counselor Matt. The group changed into more normal camp attire -- athletic shorts and T-shirts -- and headed down to breakfast chatting about their nights of marshmallows and ghost stories. "How was your night?" Ryan asked Matt as the co-counselor stripped off his borrowed tighty-whiteys and replaced them with a pair of gray short-shorts. "Definitely good," Matt said, winking. "I'll tell you all about it later." "Same," Ryan replied with a smile. He'd suspected that his tent wasn't the only one where campers and counselors alike had some good clean (well, dirty) fun. The day was relatively uneventful, as the campers and counselors alike were, for the most part, too tired for many shenanigans and many took brief naps on the grass in the sun during their free period. Evening fell, and the campers returned to their bunks in an orderly manner. As the clock passed 9pm and the 13ers began to get ready for bed, Ryan and Matt grabbed their towels, stripped naked, and strolled down to the bathhouse to shower with the other counselors. "So how *was* your Tent Night?" Ryan asked conspiratorily. Matt grinned, and his cock began to lift from its perch above his low-hanging balls in the cool night air as he walked. "It was great," he replied. "I had a younger kid from the 8ers who pretty much just went to bed, but the 12er and 14er I had were a lot of fun." The two teens had arrived at the bathhouse, where counselors were filtering in and out of the showers and changing area, all nude, wet, and cheerful. Matt walked into the shower room where his friend, Jeff, who'd camped next to Ryan the night before, was showering on one side next to Dave, the counselor of the 12ers and a tall, good-looking lifeguard named Lucas. Jeff was in the middle of peeing when Matt walked in and he deliberately tiptoed around the stream as a joke. Jeff responded by lifting his hefty but soft uncut cock to spray his stream all over Matt, who jumped with surprise but laughed it off. "So anyway," Matt continued once he'd picked out a showerhead, "we'd pretty much settled in for the night when Jonathan, the 14er, says he has to take a leak. I told him I had to go too and walked out with him so I could get a glimpse at what he was packing. We pissed next to each other and I told him he had a nice cock, and well... one thing led to another, and before you know it, the kid is balls deep in my ass!" "Was he hung?" Jeff asked curiously. He was no longer flaccid. In fairness, neither was Ryan. "Nothing special," Matt said, "but decent equipment for a boy his age. He was probably about my size but not as thick." He gestured to his own cock, which was now rock hard as well at its full 6 inches. "The noise must've woken Zander, the 12er," he continued, "Because he came outside and watched Jonathan pound me. Must've been very educational." "Did he join in?" Dave, Zander's counselor, asked while soaping up his own hard cock in a motion that looked suspiciously like stroking. Other counselors had filtered in and were listening in on the conversation, and most were at least semi-hard. "Nah, I wish," Matt replied. He was now openly stroking his meat as he recounted his antics. Ryan bet that he was not only getting off on the memory, but also on turning on his fellow counselors. "He just stood there and wanked his little prick. We all came though!" He finished, satisfied. Jeff was stroking too. For a moment, Ryan mentally stepped back and reflected on how odd it would have been to him two short weeks ago to see a bunch of grown young men masturbating together in a group shower as casually as they would drink a beer. Camp Hardwood had quickly changed his perception of what was "normal." "We had some fun with our campers, too," Jeff said, gesturing to him and Ryan. "Those brothers -- Alex and Patrick -- sure are fun. Patrick even sucked his big brother's dick!" A few counselors reacted with surprise at this. "Damn!" Matt exclaimed. "He's a bold one, isn't he?" "Definitely," Jeff said approvingly. "He can only get this far down on my cock" -- he made a circle with his fingers about a third of the way down his shaft -- "but he sure loves it! And wait til you hear about this kid Taylor. He's 15, and his cock is bigger than mine!" Lucas the lifeguard snorted in disbelief. "No way," he said. Like most men with a swimming background, he had the body of a Greek god, but his cock, while hard like the others, was only 5 inches at most. Ryan wondered if he was a little insecure about the idea of a 15-year-old having him so outgrown in the pants department. "Swear to God" said Jeff. "Ryan saw it. Right, Ryan?" "He's not wrong," Ryan admitted. In all honesty, he hadn't been able to get the image of Taylor's huge meat out of his mind all day. "He'd be a challenge to take, even for you, Matty," he joked. Matt looked indignant. "I'd bury him," he said firmly. The competitive side of the former baseball player was coming out, even if it was just about bottoming. "I'd love to see that," Jeff said, and after a few quick strokes, he was cumming, spraying 4 or 5 ropes of white sticky jizz on the tile floor near the drain. Within moments, Matt's splatter of cum joined him. None of the other counselors were that close, but several looked on admiringly at their co-counselors' display. Ryan resisted the urge to finish then and there, figuring he'd blow a quick load back at the cabin after they showered. One by one, the counselors wrapped up their showers and grabbed nearby towels. Ryan noticed Dave and Lucas hanging back after everyone finished up and wondered if they were going to get in a quick bathhouse fuck. He wondered who would top -- Dave, with his slender, twinky body but sizeable brown cock, or Lucas, the taller, more muscular, but less endowed of the duo. Matt and Ryan returned to the 13er cabin to find most of the boys already asleep. Ryan himself was exhausted and decided to lay down and rest his eyes for a few minutes before bed. He woke up what seemed like a moment later and checked his watch -- it was after 11pm. Matt was asleep in the other counselor bed, quietly snoring. Ryan had a full bladder and decided to relieve himself outside, and then remembered that he also hadn't cum yet that day. Maybe he would relieve himself outside in more ways than one. As he walked through the dark cabin in his loose boxer-briefs, Ryan noticed that not every bed was occupied. The bunk that Alex and Daniel shared was empty, with no sign of the boys who should be sleeping in them. Ryan was concerned, as those two were among the most mild-mannered, quiet campers in the group, hardly rulebreakers or troublemakers. Ryan emerged from the cabin into the cool night air. He looked around and couldn't see a single soul in the area. He lowered his boxer-briefs absent-mindedly and unleashed a stream of piss into the grass just outside the front door of the cabin while he looked around. The campus was deserted and silent, with no lights on in any of the surrounding cabins. Down the hill, however, Ryan noticed the lights were on at the bathhouse. He wondered if the boys were down there or if someone had just left the lights on overnight by mistake. It was unusual that a camper would make his way all the way to the bathhouse late at night as most campers were more than comfortable pissing outdoors by this point, as Ryan just had. As Ryan approached the bathhouse, he could hear a few voices from inside. Interestingly, it sounded like more than two boys. He entered the bathhouse to find the bathroom area empty and followed the voices around the corner into the changing/shower area. There, he was amazed by what he found. Alex and Daniel stood by the entrance to the showers, while Alex's brother Patrick and Dylan, the 11er from Ryan's Tent Night group, sat on the wooden benches. Alex and Daniel's underwear was around their ankles and Alex was rock hard, his foreskin rolled back behind his glistening cockhead and his 7.5-inch monster on full display. Daniel had his hands against the ceramic wall and his waist slightly bent, with his legs spread and his perky butt on full display. Unless Ryan was wildly mistaken, it was clear what was about to happen. Patrick and Dylan were clothed -- well, clothed only in underwear -- but the bulges in their shorts suggested that they enjoyed what they were witnessing. Alex noticed Ryan first and jumped. "Oh, uh -- hey, sorry Ryan," he stammered. "We were just- uh -- had to pee and... ran into the guys here and... uh..." he trailed off, knowing his story was not adding up. Daniel looked over his shoulder and looked startled as well. He bent down and began scrambling to pull up his underwear. Dylan had turned bright red and he looked scared. Patrick, on the other hand, merely looked at Ryan expectantly. He didn't seem to know or care whether he was in trouble for being out of his cabin after hours. Ryan was stunned into silence, but after a long pause, he recovered. "What, uh, are you guys... doing? Up this late, I mean," he added, since he was pretty sure he knew full well what they were *doing.* Patrick answered for the group. "Sorry it's after lights out, Ryan! But I wanted Alex and Daniel to show me how they do sex, and we didn't want to get interrupted by anyone. And Dylan wanted to see too so we invited him. It was my idea, so don't get them in trouble." Ryan smiled softly. It was a testament to Patrick's confidence and sweet nature that the youngest boy was willing to take the fall for the group. "I won't get you guys in trouble," he said, "but you really shouldn't be awake this late." Alex looked at Ryan, relieved, and smiled. His rock-hard cock had drooped to a healthy semi, but he was still far from soft. A drip of sticky, clear precum had formed on the tip of his cock and dangled off the end. He looked down at Ryan's crotch and his smile grew. Ryan's surprise hadn't stopped his own penis from beginning to grow and strain against his worn-out boxer-briefs. He wasn't fully hard yet, but he had a noticeable bulge in the front pouch that the four boys could all clearly see. He shifted his hips back awkwardly, but couldn't hide his excitement. After another awkward pause, he began slowly. "So, uh... what were you going to show the boys?" He asked Alex and Daniel. This time it was Daniel's turn to speak up. "Alex's brother was just curious about how we helped each other out, and he knew about blowjobs, but he wanted to know what you could do with, yknow..." He trailed off, afraid to say it. Ryan took a seat on the bench next to Patrick and Dylan and turned to the two younger boys. "Curiosity is only natural," he said gently. "Did you guys have any questions in particular I could help with?" Dylan shifted uncomfortably, then spoke up. "So... how does... I mean... Alex's dick is so big," he began. "How does it... you know... fit?" Ryan chuckled. "That can be a challenge, to be sure," he replied. "Mostly, you just have to take it slow and be patient. But there are things you can do to get ready, too. Did the boys show you any of that?" "Some..." Dylan replied, not quite understanding what Ryan was getting at. Ryan turned to face the two 13-year-olds, who were still standing in front of the trio on the benches like they were presenting to a class. In a way, they were. "Well, they can use their fingers or their tongues to prepare the one who's going to be `taking it,'" Ryan said. "Did you guys do any of that?" Alex and Daniel looked at each other. Alex's large member was rising steadily again, 80% of its way to its banana-like fully erect state. Daniel had his underwear half-on but it was clear that he was filling out his boxers with a boner of his own. "Why don't you show us what you guys do to get ready?" Ryan suggested politely. Alex nodded silently and turned to his bunkmate. He lowered the boy's boxers down below his knees again, and out popped Daniel's throbbing 5-inch hardon below a wreath of dirty-blond pubes. He wasn't nearly as well-endowed as his friend, but his equipment was large for his age and stiff as a board. Alex slid a hand in between Daniel's milky-white cheeks and slowly inserted a finger into his pink hole. Daniel's cock bounced and he shuddered; he was still so tight that a single finger could send pleasure through his whole body. Alex gently began to rhythmically probe his friend's hole, adding a second finger after a few repetitions. When he did, Daniel's hand involuntarily drifted to his cock and he began to stroke it with short, slow motions. Ryan's own cock strained against its fabric prison and a moist spot appeared right above his cockhead. Dylan appeared to be similarly enthralled, and one of his hands drifted below the waistband to relieve the pressure on the painfully-hard cock trapped in his briefs. "One of the other things you can do too is make sure the guy doing the fucking is nice and lubed up," added Ryan while Alex fingered his eager bunkmate. He stood up and reached out to grab Alex's stiff, engorged member. His red cockhead was covered in slimy liquid by this point and Ryan gently massaged it down his long shaft until the whole thing was shiny with liquid. The feeling of Ryan's hand on his dick caused Alex to moan quietly with pleasure as well, but he remained focused on the tight, perky ass in front of him. Ryan's cock felt like he was on the verge of ruining his briefs. He moved behind Alex until he was standing directly behind the two boys. "And then," he said, "You can slowly... slide it in." He guided Alex's hands to Daniel's hips and gently pressed against Alex from behind with his own body. His warm, hard bulge caressed Alex's own cheeks and lower back and slowly, Ryan helped one camper enter the other. The feeling of Alex's tip cresting the outer ring of Daniel's hole caused both boys to moan louder. Dylan and Patrick, watching from the bench, both had their own small cocks out and were stroking away. "What is going on here?" A deep, booming voice echoed from the doorway. It was Camp Director Mike. All five boys froze. Director Mike stood at the entrance of the changing area, shirtless and wearing only a pair of plaid boxers. He looked stern but not angry, and Ryan noticed that he was tenting the front of his boxers a bit. The four campers, on the other hand, looked terrified. Alex pulled out of Daniel's hole and both boys started to lose their erections in fear. Ryan spoke up. He figured honesty was the best policy. "Well, see, Director Mike, I had come down to the bathhouse because I was looking for Alex and Daniel because they were out of bed after hours. I found the boys here, but they had some... questions about puberty, and I was helping explain." Director Mike sighed and put his hand on his hips. Even in the dim, artificial bathhouse light, Ryan could see every crevice of his cut muscles and every bit of hair on his chest, stomach, and legs. "You boys are REALLY not supposed to be out after lights out," he said solemnly. "It's not safe out there at night, and growing boys like you need your sleep." All the boys nodded fervently, still nervous. Mike continued, "But I also understand that sometimes questions about our bodies can be embarrassing to talk about with the other boys, and I get that you wanted to find some quiet time to explore without everyone else around. As we grow and change and our bodies have new urges, society might tell you to be ashamed or keep them a secret, but here at Camp Hardwood, we want you all to have healthy, positive attitudes about bodies and sexuality." The boys nodded again, this time with palpable relief as they sensed they would avoid harsh punishment. Director Mike sat down on one of the benches, his wide stance revealing a very clear view of his big, hairy nuts hanging down one leg of his boxers. He gestured to the standing boys to take a seat, and Ryan sat back down next to Patrick. Alex and Daniel, now (mostly) flaccid, pulled up their underwear and sat down as well. "Was Ryan helping answer some of your questions?" He asked the group. They nodded, and Patrick chimed in, "Ryan is the best! He helped us understand." Mike nodded sagely. "On thing you should understand," he said, "Is that all naked bodies are natural and beautiful, and that you should not feel the need to hide yourself if you don't want to. Now everyone stand up." The boys all stood, unsure of where the camp director was going. Mike looked around. "Now, we're all going to drop our underwear and look at each other head to toe. We may all be different ages and look different, but at the end of the day, we all have the same parts." Ryan hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his boxer-briefs and lowered them to the ground, stepping out of them one leg at a time. He looked up and found Mike and the campers had done the same. In a way, they had the perfect spectrum of growth and development. Patrick's small, hairless uncut pecker and shriveled boy balls barely hung off his torso at all, especially because he was still hard. Dylan, a few years older, had a few blond pubic hairs above his circumcised package, but his balls still hugged his shaft tightly and his pink head only protruded about 4 inches from his body at most. Daniel's fuller bush, more dirty blond, led down to his larger, arrow-straight uncut cock, which was not fully hard but growing fast as he looked around. Alex was ahead of him, both in arousal and development, and his cockhead was already pointed north and poking out of the foreskin on his surprisingly adult cock. Though Patrick was slightly larger than Ryan, the counselor's 18-year-old cock was thicker, darker, and his balls hung lower, still unmistakably teenage but more adult than his camper's. And finally, Director Mike's man-meat hung thick and heavy, covered from the base of his shaft to the bottom of his sack in dark hair. His testicles looked to be the size of golf balls and they hung halfway to his knees, and the semi-erect cock above them was already as thick as a can of soda. "See, we're all different, but all the same," Mike said as he looked around. "Young Alex here has a bigger penis than I do, and I'm old enough to be his dad. But you know what? I still love my penis, and it still makes me and the people I have sex with feel good, so I'm proud of it." To emphasize his point, he gave it a few strokes, and it reached its full erect state. Its length was nothing remarkable, maybe a tad over 6 inches, but it was thicker than any cock Ryan had ever seen. The campers all looked hungrily at it as it flexed and danced with excitement. Patrick, the youngest, was more or less eye level with it. "Speaking of," Mike continued, "Alex, do you wish to continue having sex with Daniel?" Alex ripped his gaze away from the camp director's thick meat. "Yeah..." he said nervously. "Yeah, I do." Mike turned to Daniel. "Daniel, do you want to have sex with Alex?" Daniel nodded. "Well, in that case, you should get on with it so you two can unload your loads and get to sleep," Mike said and sat back down on the bench. "The rest of you can watch and enjoy the beauty of two boys doing one of the most beautiful activities known to nature." Alex and Daniel still looked uncertain, but their cocks had clearly decided their desires. They walked back over to the wall and Daniel bent over, allowing Alex to slide his fingers back inside his friend. After only a few seconds, he replaced his fingers with his hard, leaking cock, and Daniel began panting and moaning as all 7.5 teen inches entered his hole. Ryan watched, enthralled by every moment, and almost without realizing it, he began to stroke his own hard cock. Next to him, Dylan and Patrick had sat back down on the bench and were furiously beating their own meat. Director Mike watched the scene approvingly, not touching his own cock, but a large string of precum had fallen off the tip of his girthy member and dripped to the ground. Patrick looked over at his camp director and noticed the liquid, and without asking, curiously reached out a small hand to the older man's head to feel the sticky precum between his fingers. He caressed the big, red head, only making more precum flow, then returned his hand to his own small pecker, using the precum as lubricant to pleasure himself. Daniel's tight hole proved to be too stimulating for Alex before too long, and he began shaking with pleasure as his cock tensed and he began climaxing. The action of cumming caused his large cock to slip out, and the last few spurts of cum splashed onto Daniel's ass and upper thighs. Daniel was not too far behind, spraying his own load all over the floor and wall. Ryan and Dylan raced to their own respective finish and came at almost the same moment. Dylan's clear, slippery cum dripped down his shaft and onto the wooden bench in a small pool. Ryan's, on the other hand, exploded upward and outward, one thick rope even flying sideways onto Dylan's leg. "Oops," Ryan muttered to the camper with a laugh. "Very good, boys," said Camp Director Mike, who'd carefully watched to ensure each boy that was able had climaxed. "Now grab a spare towel and clean yourselves up." "What about you, Director Mike?" Patrick asked, his eyes fixed on Mike's still-stiff cock. "Didn't you say we all have to pleasure ourselves?" Mike smiled at the eager young camper. "I suppose you're right, Patrick," he admitted. "Do you want to help me?" "Yes sir!" Patrick replied eagerly. He stood up and grasped the thick slab of man-meat with both hands. Neither of his hands could close around the camp director's shaft. He pumped forward and back quickly and eagerly, looking like he was re-enacting a Shake Weight infomercial. At one point, he tried to take the thick cock in front of him in his mouth, but he could not get farther than the cockhead and had to give up, instead slobbering on the head to provide extra lubricant. As the other boys watched, deflated cocks starting to re-stiffen as they watched the display, Patrick brought Director Mike to climax. An enormous spray of cum flew out of his cock and splattered onto Patrick's face, chest, hair, and arms. After nearly 15 seconds of pulsing, Mike's cock calmed to a steady drip of cum. "I did it!" Patrick exclaimed, soaked with cum but proud of himself. "Yes you did," Mike replied, chuckling. He walked over to the shelf where spare towels were stacked and grabbed one to clean off the camper. Once all six naked bodies were clean and relatively dry, they picked up their respective pairs of underwear and headed to the exit. "You'll sleep well tonight," Mike said as he turned off the lights. [end of Chapter 11]