Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2022 02:04:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Owning a Campground - Chapter One This is a story about a middle aged man who has lost most of everything that matters to him and ends up at a campground that rekindles fond memories from his childhood. With a few twists. Chapter One is a short chapter to set the stage for what is to come. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Owning a campground Chapter One Life sucks! And not in a good way. Up until a few months ago I was a happily married man. Well, maybe not exactly happily married, but married and reasonably content with my life as I was about to turn forty. I had a good job, a nice house in the suburbs, a summer vacation and a winter vacation every year and a beautiful wife. Unfortunately not a happy wife. She had become more and more annoyed at our life, feeling she was missing out on more. More money, more adventure, more travel to exotic places. After five years of her complaining and griping she gave me relief by divorcing me. Now I'm living in a one bedroom apartment three towns over, no more vacations and no much chance of advancement at work for a divorced husband. Summer was approaching and I would have been looking forward to a summer vacation at a far away location. Instead I'm shopping for an air conditioner so I don't die in the summer heat in this cramped apartment. Until I find the right AC unit, I seldom wear clothes in my apartment and keep a couple of fans running to keep me cool. I keep a robe by my front door in the event of unexpected visitors, which never materialize. My apartment is my little oasis away from the world. A lonely oasis, but a quiet one. Right after the divorce I tried going out to the bars on the weekends but that got old real quick. They were filled with desperate guys looking for anyone they could take home and fuck or women who were drunk and would go home with anyone and fuck or lonely women looking for a meal ticket. Most of our friends from our marriage were more her friends than mine and didn't want anything to do with me once we separated. So I mostly stay home by myself. My only regular visitor is my paperboy who knocks on my door on Friday to collect his money. A cute young boy, maybe 11 or 12, with the most adorable dimples when he smiles. He has a sack he carries his papers in and the weight of it had gotten him in pretty good shape for a boy his age. He has a long list of customers to collect from so he can't stay too long. I make a habit of forgetting my wallet in my bedroom so I can get him to stay a little longer and talk while I get his money. How pathetic that this is the high point of my week, a ten minute visit with a baby faced cherub. I had put in a lot of overtime this one particular week so I decided to leave work early. I got home and showered and sat on the couch with a fan blowing on me, naked as always. I had my eyes closed and was day dreaming about the new receptionist at work, a totally hot young blonde with a figure to die for. Of course my cock responded appropriately. Reaching down and giving it a squeeze that felt so good I decided to keep going and jerk off. I was going along pretty good when I heard the knock on the door. Shit! The paperboy was here. I ran to the door and grabbed my robe before I opened the door. "Your early today, Larry," I noted. "Yeah, I had a half day at school so I started my route earlier than usual. I hope you don't mind?" "Not at all, let me get your money for you," as I headed to my bedroom making sure my robe was pulled closed and not showing my hardon. "No rush, I have plenty of time today," he shouted after me. By the time I had returned, Larry was sitting on the couch and my cock had softened up considerably. I handed him his money and he stuffed it in his money pouch. "Could I please get a drink of water, Mr. Sheldon. It's hot outside and I forget to bring a water bottle with me." "No bother at all, let me get you a bottle and you can take it with you," although I was hoping he'd stay and drink it here so we could visit more. I brought the bottled water and handed it to him. He stayed sitting on the couch and opened it, taking a few good gulps. As he sat there with his head back drinking the water, it gave me a chance to really look at him without him thinking I was perving on him. As I said earlier, he had muscular arms for a boy of his age and the rest of his body seemed fairly toned as well. His short brown hair was tussled and the ends were sticking to his sweaty face. "Thanks, that really hit the spot." "Anytime, I always keep plenty of water on hand." "Yeah, we always have plenty at our house as well. My older brother is big on a healthy life style, no soda, no junk food, nothing like that. He keeps himself in pretty good shape." "I see it has rubbed off on you as well. You look in good shape for a boy of your age." Wait, was I flirting with a 12 year old? He is cute and I was jerking off when he arrived, but still? I have to get a handle on myself. Of course just as I thought this, my cock started to chub up again. "Dang, it's nice and cool in here. I could sit here the rest of the afternoon instead of going out in that heat," he commented. Not knowing if he was dropping a hint or returning my flirtation, I started to panic. "But I have to get back to me collections. I don't want to waste my early start today. I wasn't sure if I catch you home at this time but I was hoping I'd get lucky when I got here. Only two more weeks of school and then I can be early every Friday." Damn him, is he really flirting? How lucky was he hoping to get? "Thanks for the paper. Stop by any time you get thirsty," I offered, thankful that he was leaving but sorry to have my only visitor heading out the door. I remained seated on the couch so my cock wouldn't tent out my robe. By now I was at full mast and didn't know why. As soon as he had closed the door I jumped up and closed and locked it. I dropped my robe and returned to the couch to take care of unfinished business. My thoughts kept jumping between the blonde receptionist and the young boy who was just sitting next to me on this very same couch. As much as I concentrated on the girl, my mind jumped back to Larry's dimpled face as I released a torrent of cum all over my chest. As soon as I caught my breath I headed straight for the shower. Partially to wash the cum off me and just as much to try and wash off the disgust I felt because of my thoughts about Larry. It was a horrible week. Every time I saw the receptionist my mind kept jumping between her and Larry. She certainly had a beautiful face, but no dimples. Long blonde hair, but always combed neat and not tussled. Fuck! I've got to get my mind straight. I'm straight! Not into little boys, or any boys for that matter. Last Friday was just a case of over horniness and hormones gone wild from lack of sex. I was having trouble keeping my mind on my work and not my perverted thoughts, it made me screw up several times. That earned me an ass chewing from my boss and would not be allowed any overtime this week. The next few Fridays I made a point of staying fully dressed and having Larry's money on the table by the door. I didn't want to tempt fate again. He came at his usual time, stood in the hallway and took his money as he handed me the paper. "I might be a little later than usual the next couple of weeks. If you have somewhere to go, just leave the money in an envelope pinned to the door. My brother will be by later to get it if I can't make it." "Sure, no problem." "I'm starting summer day camp next week and I'm not sure what time I'll be getting home yet." "Okay, enjoy camp. I always went when I was your age and it was the best weeks of the summer," I told him. Another miserable week at work. But this week my mind wasn't on the receptionist or Larry but rather reminiscing about my time at summer camp as a youth. Sure, there was the fooling around and innocent exploring with my tent mates at night but the best memory was the time spend in the woods. The trees, the birds and animals, everything so quiet and serene, then the raucous fun at the waterfront, swimming and boating and making the best of our time in the summer sun. Oh, to be able to relive that again. But like so much that was good in my life, it is all in the past now. On my way home I stopped at the local drug store to get some sexual lube. I was going to have a jerk-o-rama this weekend to take my mind off everything and I didn't want to end up sore and chaffed. I got my mail out of my mailbox in the hallway and unlocked my apartment door. Trying to juggle my keys, the bottle of lube and the mail, I dropped the mail on the floor. I put my keys and the lube on the table next to the door and bent down to pick up the mail. I closed the door and walked over to the kitchen table as I looked through the mail. Nothing good. I grabbed a bottled water, turned on my new AC and headed for a shower. As I stepped out of the shower, I heard a knock at the door. My robe was in the laundry so I just wrapped my towel around me and when to see who was at the door. I should have been expecting Larry's older brother to collect the money but I felt it was too early for him. Not expecting anyone else, I didn't care that I was answering the door in just a towel. I opened the door and there stood a perfect specimen of a sixteen year old boy. A smiling face with the family dimples, wavy brown hair just covering his ears and his forehead, a finely tuned body dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt and cut off jeans. Holy hell, this kid was gorgeous! My cock immediately responded. "Hi Mr. Sheldon, I'm Mike, Larry's brother. I'm here in place of him this week," as he extended his hand to me. "Oh, hi Mike, sorry about the appearance, I wasn't expecting you until later." As I stood in front of him trying not to bone up completely. "No problem, sir, I don't mind." I shook his hand and felt a jolt of electric excitement surge through me. I was half expecting a pimple faced chubby nerd, not this Adonis. But Larry did say his brother tried to live a healthy lifestyle. It was obviously working for him. "Um, ah, let me get your money for you, I'll be right back," as I turned to walk to my bedroom. "Ok, I'll close the door to keep the cool air inside," he offered. "Oh, yes, good idea," I stammered without sounding tongue tied. I came back with his money and handed it to him as he handed me the paper. Not thinking I let go of the knot I had tied to keep my towel on and the loosened knot came undone, letting the towel drop to the floor. There I stood naked and in less time than it took for the towel to drop to the floor, I went from slightly chubbed to full hard boner. I dropped the paper and drove down to grab my towel. Mike bent down to pick up the paper and in doing so, dropped his money. Mike was still on his knees picking up his money when I stood up fumbling with the towel trying to wrap myself up again. Mike picked up his head and was looking straight ahead at my stiff cock. "Looking good, Mr. Sheldon. Maybe you weren't expecting me but it looks like you're glad to see me," he giggled. I pulled the towel around me but my cock tented the towel. When I tried to adjust it somewhat, my cock stuck out of the seam. Mike stood up and just smiled. "No worries, sir. Larry told me you were a good looking man and I can see he wasn't exaggerating." "Um, well, oh hell, this is not good. I wasn't expect you this early, I'm so sorry for all this," I tried to apologize as my face was turning beet red and sweat replaced the water drops left on my body from the shower. "Excuse me, sir, but I think you were expecting me," Mike said as he spied the bottle of lube on the table. He picked it up and squirted some in the palm of his hand, then brought that hand to my cock. "You don't mind if I collect my tip, do you?" as he slowly coated my cock and started to stroke me. "Oh fuck, this shouldn't be happening. You're too young. This isn't right," I protested between moans of pleasure at the feel of another person's hand wrapped around my cock. "Mike, you have to stop this now," as I turned my back to the door and braced myself against the wall, making no effort to actually stop him. "Ok, Mr. Sheldon, I'll stop. After a few more strokes. I don't think it will take much more than that," he grinned at me as my cock was pulsating in his hand. He was right. It wasn't but another minute and I was bucking my hips, yelling out load and shooting rope after rope of hot salty cum all over the place. Mike let go of my cock once it stopped spewing and grabbed the towel to wipe up the mess we made. I was still leaning against the door trying to catch my breath and not wanting to move for fear my legs would buckle. "Thanks for the extra tip, Mr. Sheldon. Same time next week?" he asked as he opened the door to leave. "Yes, of course," I responded out of instinct but then came to my senses. "No, hell no, we can't do this again. This is wrong on so many levels." "Maybe, but it's feels good on any level and that is what really counts," walking out the door grinning. I made my way to the couch and flopped down. What the hell just happened? I'm totally straight, not bi, not gay, not looking to experiment. But damn, I haven't cum like that since, well, since last week when I was thinking about Larry. What the fuck is going on in my brain? Or in my pants, I should say. My brain knows this isn't right but my cock sure had a good time. I'm going to have to put the money out in an envelope on the door next week and not be here or not answer the door when Mike comes back. I feel so dirty, I need another shower, a hot one with lots of soap to wash off this guilt. But he was the aggressor, he came after me. So should I let him? Should I just follow his lead? No, no, a thousand times no! I'm a middle aged man and he's an underage teenager. A horny one obviously and very good at what he did. No, no, I've got to get my head straight and put this behind me.