Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2021 12:09:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: D M <d.m324@aol.com>
Subject: Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Ch. 5

Exploring at Camp Hardwood, Chapter 5

This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any
resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental.
Comments and feedback welcome!

[previously] Ryan (18) and Matt (19) take on their first day as camp
counselors to a dozen campers in the "13er" group. The counselors
learned a bit more about each other and their campers on Day 1, including
who's bold, who's shy, and who's hung.

At the end of the first day of camp, the 13ers were settling into their
bunk for the night while their counselors Ryan and Matt looked on.
It was a long first day, and the boys seemed a bit too tired to engage in
many shenanigans. Most were already in bed by the time quiet hours
officially started at 9pm.

Matt took charge and told the campers that after 9, the lights would be
out but they could stay up until 10 as long as they didn't make noise.
"If you're gonna beat your meat, at least do it quietly," he joked.
Some of the campers giggled and one -- probably Eddie or Tommy, the
jokesters, made his bedsprings creak in an exaggerated jerking sound.
They should probably get used to that sound, Ryan thought to himself. He
knew from his own time as a camper that by day 3 or 4, many of the boys
wouldn't be able to hold off any longer and would be quietly dumping
loads of cum into bedsheets, socks, and anything else that could absorb
them.

"Shower time," said Matt to Ryan after turning off the cabin lights and
settling down the last few campers. "You coming?"

Ryan nodded, excited but nervous. He'd never showered with the other
counselors before and didn't know what to expect. He picked up his towel
but before he could move, Matt stripped off his clothes, again revealing
his plump cut cock and low-hanging balls to anyone nearby. He grabbed his
towel and wrapped it around his waist, not even bothering to bring clean
clothes with him. Ryan decided to follow suit, since Matt was a
second-year counselor and clearly knew the drill.

As soon as they got out the cabin door, Matt took off his towel and threw
it over the shoulder, strolling naked through the night air with his
balls slapping against his thighs. As they approached the bathhouse, Ryan
was surprised by how crowded it looked.

"Does everyone go at once?" He asked Matt.

Matt turned to him, surprised. "Oh that's right, this is your first
year. Staff shower time is SO much fun; you'll see. All the guys get
together and just shoot the shit and blow off steam at the end of a long
day."

Ryan secretly wondered if "blowing off steam" involved literal blowing,
but he just said, "Cool, sounds fun." When he was a camper, he'd had
his share of fun with other boys, and from the sound of Alex's story
from the night before, at least a few counselors still partook in the
same activities. He wasn't sure what to expect.

As he and Matt approached the bathhouse, Matt greeted a few other
counselor friends of his eagerly, with fist bumps and butt slaps. There
were only 15 showerheads and over 20 camp staff, but everyone seemed to
be there at once for the camaraderie and bonding. It looked like Matt's
towel-only practice was the norm -- he didn't see a single clothed
counselor there. Instead, the shower area, the changing area, and even
the area outside the bathhouse entrance were filled with taught, muscled
bodies, dangling cocks, swinging balls, and tight butts.

Matt started joking around with his friend Jeff, who was the counselor
for Patrick's group, the 9-year-olds. Jeff, Ryan couldn't help but
notice, had an enormous uncut cock, clean shaven like Matt's, and it
even though it hung down it definitely didn't look fully flaccid. Ryan
wondered if Jeff's big package was why Matt liked him so much. Even
though Matt came off like a typical jock, Ryan was beginning to suspect
he was a bit cock-hungry.

Every single shower was taken, so Ryan took a seat on one of the benches
to wait. He'd barely sat down when Camp Director Mike came out of the
shower and over to him, soaking wet and naked as the day he was born.
Director Mike's cock fit his body: a thick, uncut slab of hairy meat
that appeared average in length but was thick and meaty as hell. As he
started to dry off, he put his leg up on the bench Ryan was sitting on,
coincidentally (or perhaps not) swinging his dripping package within a
few inches of Ryan's face.

"Have a good first day, bud?" Director Mike asked. "I hope the early
kids didn't give you too much trouble last night."

Ryan nodded, his gaze fixed on the swinging penis jiggling in front of
his face. "They were great, sir. No trouble at all."

Director Mike laughed. "No need to call me `sir,' Ryan. We're all
bros here. Glad you're fitting in and having fun. Hey -- shower just
opened up; you're in." He pointed to a showerhead in the middle of the
group.

Ryan thanked the camp director and walked into the shower area. After the
close-quarters display, he was pretty excited and sported a healthy semi,
and he worried that the other counselors might call him out. But as he
looked around, he realized it would be more out of place in that group if
he wasn't semi-hard. As counselors splashed water and joked around, most
of them appeared to be in varying states of arousal. One of the
lifeguards in the corner, a good-looking surfer type in his early 20s,
was fully erect and absentmindedly stroking his cock while talking about
swim lessons to the guy in the next shower. Ryan had never seen anything
like it-- casual, confident public masturbation.

Matt was two showers away and was comparing notes with the other
counselors about their campers' first day.

"We had one kid in the 9ers who already has pubes," Jeff was saying to
the guys around him. "I had to check his forms to make sure he wasn't
in the wrong group!" Everyone laughed.

"That's nothing," Matt replied. "We have a kid in the 13ers who's
hung like a damn horse. Tell `em, Ryan!"

Ryan appreciated the chance to be included. "Yeah, it's crazy," he
agreed. "The kid basically has a third leg and the rest of his body
hasn't caught up at all."

The other counselors laughed, and Jeff grabbed a handful of his sizeable
member. "I should show him how to use it!" He joked.

To make his point, he stroked his cock to its full erect size. It was
easily 8 inches and thick, a pleasant brown color, with foreskin that
still covered most of the head while fully hard. With his clean-shaven
crotch and balls, the size was even more exaggerated.

"That thing is a weapon!" Matt said, and grabbed a handful of Jeff's
cock for himself. Ryan gasped at his boldness, but no other counselors
reacted; this was apparently considered normal behavior. By this point,
almost everyone in the shower area, Matt and Ryan included, was hard
while watching the display.

"At least you guys don't have the 15ers," Tanner, one of the
counselors for the oldest cabin, chimed in. "Those guys have been here
so long they're totally fearless. I already caught one of them with a
mouth full of his bunkmate's cock after dinner, and it's only the first
day."

"Sounds like me and Matt when we were 15ers," Jeff joked.

"Sounds like us pretty much every day," Matt added. Everyone laughed.

Ryan was shocked but thrilled to hear his fellow counselors talk about
dicks and sex so casually and openly. Clearly "boys will be boys"
applied to the camp staff as much as it did the campers themselves.

As Ryan finished up and toweled off, he saw more telltale signs of
counselors "blowing off steam." Two lifeguards quietly retreated to a
corner of the changing area, clearly to explore each other a little
closer. At least one of the bathroom stalls had several pairs of feet
sticking out the bottom. One of the counselors Matt recognized as a
fellow 18-year-old first-year was standing at the urinal trough but
didn't appear to be peeing. As he got closer, he saw several other
distinct white stains on the back of the steel trough.

Somewhere along the way, he lost track of Matt, and decided to make the
short walk back to the cabin by himself. As he approached the cabin, he
figured out where Matt had gone.

Matt's red hair was unmistakable in the moonlight as he bobbed up and
down on his knees while Jeff leaned against the cabin wall. As Ryan got
closer, Jeff noticed him and waved, but neither boy seemed interested in
stopping the blowjob in process. Even as Ryan walked up to them, they
barely reacted. Jeff's head tilted back as he approached climax and
Matt's throat bulged as he swallowed all 8 inches of his friend's cock
over and over. His own cock was rock hard, only 6 inches but as thick as
a Coke can, and he was beating it furiously while he sucked.

Ryan, who had wrapped his towel back around him, immediately got
painfully hard again as he watched. Jeff grunted and sighed, depositing
his load deep in his cocksucker's throat, and Matt pulled back,
satisfied. He turned to Ryan and smiled, a few drops of cum dripping from
his lips.

"You're next." Before Ryan could say anything, his co-counselor
grabbed his waist and threw him against the wall next to Jeff. In an
almost-businesslike manner, he got to work on Ryan's stiff, 7-inch cock,
with the perfect mix of pressure and moisture that only an experienced
cocksucker could provide. Within 2 minutes, Ryan was climaxing, and once
again, Matt swallowed every drop of cum while Jeff watched.

Matt rose to his full 6-foot-3 height, and turned slightly to the left
while still stroking his cock. His fist quickened its rhythm and without
a word or a sound, he sprayed an impressive load of cum onto the grass
next to the cabin. "Alright, time for bed, boys," he said
matter-of-factly.

Jeff grinned and wrapped his towel around his waist, covering his huge
cock that still hung swollen and half-hard. "See you boys tomorrow."

Matt and Ryan re-entered the cabin to find their 12 campers sleeping
quietly. Well, almost all sleeping. As the two counselors retreated to
their beds and got ready for sleep, Ryan could make out the distinct
creaking of someone stroking his cock quietly in his bunkbed. After a few
minutes, there was a quiet moan, then silence.

End of chapter 5