Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2021 14:51:51 +0000 (UTC) From: D M Subject: Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Chapter 15 Title: Exploring at Camp Hardwood Installment: 15 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've semi-retired this story from regular posting, but if I come up with a good idea for a new chapter (or someone suggests one), I'll keep it going. As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at donate.nifty.org to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. [previously] Ryan (18) takes Dylan (11) to the camp nurse, where he learns a few useful tips and tricks about masturbation. Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Chapter 15 The next day during free period, Ryan noticed something unusual. With campers and counselors scattered around Camp Hardwood's beautiful grounds playing soccer, boating, or laying out in the sun, the energy on any given afternoon at the all-boys camp in northern Maine was relaxed and positive. So it was odd to see Camp Director Mike marching Taylor, one of the boys in the 15-year-old cabin, over to the camp office building. Taylor, who Ryan had come to know as a modest, mild-mannered boy, looked nervous and scared, even from a distance. It was rare that boys were disciplined at Camp Hardwood, especially at this point in the summer and without a counselor involved. Ryan wondered what Taylor had done to earn this special trip to the camp office. Ryan's curiosity got the better of him. The camp office was located in the main camp building next to the dining hall, set back against a thicket of pine trees. Ryan, who had just finished sending a group of boys out in canoes and had no counselor duties to perform for a few minutes, crept around to the back of the building. The old wooden building was not air conditioned and so the screened windows were always open. Ryan slowly approached the window leading into the camp director's office and peeked around an edge to eavesdrop on the conversation between Director Mike and Taylor. Director Mike was leaning on the edge of his desk like a cool vice principal. He was wearing a tight navy polo shirt and his tree-trunk thighs were encased in their usual tight khaki shorts. His back was to Ryan, and so he could see the suggestion of white underwear peeking out from above Mike's waistband. Ryan couldn't know for sure, but it looked to him like it might be a jockstrap. Taylor was seated in the comfortable office chair that faced the camp director's desk looking up at the older blond man. His mop of dark hair fell over his eyes, a bit shaggy at this point in the summer like most of the boys who'd gone three weeks without a haircut, but it was clear from his body language that he was nervous and uncomfortable. "Taylor, do you know why I brought you in here?" Director Mike's voice could be heard asking as Ryan positioned himself within earshot but just out of sight. His tone was serious but not harsh; he sounded like an understanding uncle. Taylor looked up, biting his lip, and shook his head. "No, sir, I don't. I swear I didn't break any rules..." Mike chuckled. "Don't worry, Taylor, you're not in trouble. I just think it's time that you and I have an honest conversation, just between us guys. Do you know what I'm talking about?" Taylor looked relieved, but still confused. "No, sir. I have no idea." "Well..." Mike began. "Over the last few weeks, you may have noticed that I occasionally swing through the bathhouse after swimming lessons to make sure things are going smoothly. I do this mostly because it helps me make sure that everyone is having a safe and fun time at camp. Sometimes, showering with your fellow campers can lead to bullying, and we do not tolerate that at Camp Hardwood." Ryan had no idea where Director Mike was going with this. He'd noticed that the camp director occasionally supervised when his campers were showering, but he'd never thought much of it - Director Mike was a constant presence around camp in pretty much any and every setting, and by this point in the summer, campers and counselors alike considered him a friendly face. "However, I also do it to keep an eye on how our campers are handling the many exciting changes that puberty brings," Mike said. "Campers your age can go through a lot of new experiences at this time and it can be overwhelming, to say the least. And it can happen fast - heck, some of the 12ers and 13ers start the summer bald and leave with a full bush!" He chuckled, and Taylor nervously let out a giggle as well. Even at a place as open and welcoming as Camp Hardwood, it was still unnerving to hear a grown-up talking about puberty in such honest terms. "So, Taylor," he continued. "Have you noticed that you're quite a bit... larger than your fellow campers?" Ryan inhaled sharply, then quickly covered his mouth. He remembered from Tent Night that Taylor was extremely well-endowed - bigger than even most of the counselors - but he didn't realize that Director Mike had made his same observation as well. Taylor shifted nervously in his seat, looking down at his crotch. His skinny frame and loose basketball shorts meant that, in his sitting position, his bulge was clearly visible in his lap, perched between his legs in a plump fabric lump. He was clearly flaccid, but even soft, his accelerated development was obvious on his 15-year-old frame. "Um... yeah, I have, I guess," Taylor admitted. "I think I'm the biggest in my cabin." "Can you stand up for me, Taylor?" Mike asked gently. Taylor stood, the unmistakable swing of his man-meat shifting a bit as he got up. "Can you remove your shorts and underwear, please?" Mike asked. Taylor still looked confused, but he didn't hesitate. He grabbed his elastic waistband and lowered his shorts and plaid boxers to his ankles with one motion. When he straightened back up, Ryan had a clear view of his naked package. His thicket of dark, curly pubes encircled a thick, tan shaft that hung mostly flaccid but slightly elevated, well over 5 inches already, and curving downward so his pink circumcised cockhead pointed at his ankles. His balls were hairy and sizeable, clearly never having been trimmed or shaved, but they hung plump and tight like the teenager he was. "Ah, yes, very nice..." Mike murmured under his breath. "See, Taylor, most boys your age are around 5 inches hard on average. Your cock, even flaccid, is the size of most of your fellow campers hard." Taylor looked a little proud of himself. Like all boys, being complimented on the size of his penis by an older man surely was a boost to the ego. Ryan glanced down to find his own cock had started to swell in his shorts. The sight of Taylor's oversized junk, even from afar, was deeply arousing and he was beginning to feel the pressure of a growing hard-on straining against his underwear. He looked around, but he was well-hidden between the building and the trees and no campers or counselors were within sight. "In fact," Mike continued, "you're likely bigger than most adult men. Take mine, for example." He stood up straight off the desk and unbuttoned his shorts. He lowered them out of sight and Ryan's guess proved correct - he was wearing a white jockstrap underneath. His back still to Ryan, he fiddled with the front of the jock and revealed his cock to Taylor. Taylor's eyes widened with shock as he saw his camp director's penis mere feet from his face. From Ryan's position, he couldn't tell if it was soft or hard, but he could see the telltale shadow of Director Mike's low-hanging ballsack swinging between his legs. Mike continued his explanation. "See, mine is about 6 inches long, which is slightly above average for most adult men. I haven't seen yours hard yet, but I'd bet you're a bit longer." He turned to the side slightly, and his red cockhead popped into view. There was no mistaking it - he was fully erect and throbbing. Taylor wasn't far behind him. Without touching his cock, the sight of his camp director's package had caused it to inflate and rise. As Mike - and Ryan from outside - watched, it grew and grew until it was its full impressive length. It wasn't nearly as thick as Mike's, or Ryan's for that matter, but it was longer, larger than any cock Ryan had seen at Camp Hardwood. Fully erect, it had a healthy downward curve, but it still pointed proudly outward. "See? We can compare," Mike said, beckoning Taylor forward. Taylor shuffled awkwardly forward, his shorts still around his ankles, and he and Mike lined their cocks up next to one another. Now Ryan could clearly see the camp director's, shockingly thick and straight as an arrow but dwarfed by his own camper. With his large, calloused hand, Mike took hold of both cocks and lined them up next to one another. With his other hand, he reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a ruler. He measured Taylor's first, then his own, then held them against one another to measure them by comparing. Ryan was rock hard, and knowing his tendency to leak precum, he decided it was time to free his cock from its prison. He slipped the front of his shorts below his balls, popping out his own 7-inch member, and began to slowly and quietly stroke himself while he watched the display. Inside, Mike was continuing his assessment. "Wow, you're longer than 8 inches," he said. "That's even bigger than I expected. You should be very proud." He leaned back on the desk, lazily stroking his cock. Taylor seemed not to know what to do, so he just stood there awkwardly, rock hard but not touching himself. His gazed was transfixed on the older man's thick package and hairy thighs as they spread out before him. "That brings us to why I brought you in today," said Mike. "Boys with your gift have to be careful. As I'm sure you've discovered at Camp Hardwood, there's a lot of fun you can have with your fellow campers' bodies. But when a cock is as big as yours, you have to know how to use it properly." Taylor nodded. He looked down at his own weapon and gave it a few tentative strokes, as if to test it out. "Have you engaged in sex yet?" Mike asked. Taylor looked up, again surprised by the question. "Uhh... not like... in a hole, if that's what you mean," he replied awkwardly. "I've done some... you know... mouth stuff." Director Mike laughed. "Oh yes, I know well," he said. "Well, if and when you do put your large penis in a tight hole, you need to know how do do it properly." Mike scooted back onto the desk so his hips were fully on the wooden surface. With his free hand, he put his first two fingers in his mouth and then lowered them to his hole, where he began to finger himself and moisten his hole. Taylor watched in wonder as the older man presented his wet, tight hole, still surrounded with the straps of his jockstrap, clearly offering it up to his young friend. Ryan's shorts had slipped below his waist and hung around his knees. He was furiously pounding away at his own cock as he eagerly waited for the moment when Taylor would truly become a man for the first time. He was so enthralled that he almost didn't hear the footsteps in the pine needles until he wheeled around to find his co-counselor Matt approaching quietly, looking at him quizzically but with an air of mischief. Ryan gasped, then quickly covered his mouth. The taller redheaded boy crept up, a visible tent already forming in his pants, and put a finger to his lips. He peeked around Ryan's shoulder to see what Ryan was seeing and a huge grin spread across his face. He ducked low under the window sill, crept to the other side, then straightened up to watch the activity unfold. He stuck a hand in his pants and began to rub himself. Back in the office, Mike turned back to Taylor. "Would you like to give it a try?" He asked simply, his offering obvious as he sat with his legs spread and his hole prepared on the camp desk in front of his most well-endowed camper. Taylor silently nodded and stepped forward. He put one hand on Director Mike's hairy thigh and with the other, guided the tip of his cock to align with Mike's hole. Mike's grunt of pleasure let Ryan and Matt, watching from behind, know that Taylor had entered. He placed his other hand on Mike's other leg and began to thrust. Mike's grunts were quickly matched by Taylor's higher-pitched moans as he experienced the tight embrace of a man's warm, wet hole for the first time. As his pace quickened, the distinct twin slapping of his balls against Mike's ass and Mike's own sack bouncing sped up as well. Their ecstasy masked the skin-on-skin sound of Ryan and Matt stroking their own cocks from only feet away. After what seemed like hours but must have only been two minutes at most, Taylor's moans crescendoed as he began to climax. He thrust deep inside the camp director and the older man's moans intensified as well. Based on the sounds and faces he was making, Taylor dumped a sizeable load of cum inside his first hole. Mike's deeper moaning let the snooping counselors know he'd cum as well, and his work was a little more obvious: when Taylor stepped back from the desk, he was splattered with the camp director's load. Mike straightened up, slid off the desk, and pulled up his shorts like nothing had happened. "Was that... educational?" He asked Taylor, who was trying to wipe cum off his stomach as his cock deflated. "Yes, sir, very much so," Taylor said, still flushed with pleasure. "That was a lot of fun too." "I thought so, as well," Mike replied. "Don't hesitate to let me know any time you want to do it again to get more practice in. Now get on back to your group!" Taylor nodded and, his shorts now back on, left the office. Ryan looked down to see the outer wall of the camp office building had two new stains - his and Matt's loads had splattered the wood at almost the same time. Without a word, the two counselors slid their shorts up, their afternoon spy session a shared secret between them. They emerged from behind the building just in time to hear the 5pm horn sound. [end of Chapter 15]