Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2022 13:49:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Owning a Campground - Chapter Two 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 Two sets him up in the campground and his next encounter. 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 Two I needed to clear my head and think straight. I remembered back when I was young and the world was closing in on me as a confused teenager I would take of and go camping for a weekend. As I had explained to Larry, there is nothing better to cleanse the soul then to be in the woods, enjoying everything that nature has to offer. I seem to remember a campground not too far out of town as I was driving around looking for an apartment. I couldn't think of the name of it but a quick internet search got me to their website. It was a small facility, nothing fancy but it had tent sites with a fire ring on each site and a few trailer sites. There was a swimming pool and the whole place was right on the edge of a small river, hence the name. Sounded perfect. But of course, ads always do, until you get there and find the place looks like it was a nuclear bomb test site. After work I was going to drive out there and check it out. I called to make sure I could stop by and the gentleman on the phone was more than friendly. As soon as I got out of work, I drove straight to he campground and went to the office. Hank, the owner, welcomed me to Lazy River Campground. My first impression was the ad had not told the full story. It looked so much better in person. Hank came out from behind the counter and shook my hand, motioning me to the door to get in the golf cart and take a ride. As we drove around I was impressed at how clean the grounds were. Campers we passed all waved and smiled at us. "Friendly crowd, isn't it?" I noted. "Yes, we're a small camp so everyone here gets to be like family. We have a lot of regulars who camp all season long with some whom are passing through. If you stay with us more than twice, everyone will know your name and all there is to know about you." "That's kind of unsettling," I raised some concern. "Oh, not in a bad way, not being nosey, just neighborly. No one will bother you but if you need anything or looking for some casual conversation, you won't be wanting for it here. You could be a serial killer and no one would mind, not as long as you're not on the job while you here," Hank laughed. As we were driving I filled him in on my background. My job, my divorce, my tiny ass apartment and the funk I was in. "Camping always cured anything that ailed me and I realized I had to get back out in the woods again." "I know that feeling. That's how I ended up owning this place. My wife and I used to camp here all the time. She passed about ten years ago and I was lost. Nothing in life meant anything without her. I was driving around aimlessly one day and passed the front gate. It brought back a flood of good memories so I camped here the next day. I felt so much better I ended up staying the entire summer. The owner and I got be to very good friends and at the end of the season, he offered to sell me the whole campground. I accepted his offer before he finished speaking and I've been here ever since." "It must be a lot of work all by yourself?" I commented. "Not that bad. I have a young man who works Sunday through Thursday and helps me. His folks used to camp here when he was younger but they got away from it. He came out by himself for a weekend and the next thing I knew, I had hired him. This place kind of draws you in like that;" Hank chuckled. "I don't think that's such a bad thing, is it?" "Nope, nothing better than being here. You'll see." We continued our tour, showing me the shower house, the bathrooms, dumpster for trash and ended up at the pool, not far from the office. There was a family leaving the fenced in area and I noticed they put the deck chairs back, lined up in a row against the fence, just like they found them. "That's another reason it's not too much work. The campers take good care of the place, just like it was there own. Makes my job easier." I was in love. I would have registered and stayed that night but I didn't have any camping gear. I might have some in the storage locker I rented for my personal stuff when we sold the house but I wasn't sure what kind of shape it was in. If I'm making a fresh start, I want to start off with new gear. "I'm going shopping tomorrow to get new camping gear. Do you have a site available for Friday and Saturday this coming weekend.?" "You sound so fired up, if I don't hold a site for you I'm afraid you'd be setting up your tent in my parking lot," Hank's laughter roared over the golf cart. It worked. Driving home I was so giddy about going camping I forgot all about the issues with Larry and his brother Mike. When I got home, the nightly paper was in front of my door like always and even the sight of it didn't set my mind going to the wrong places. The following day I went to the local sporting goods store and bought all new gear, going a little overboard of course. I was like a little kid in a toy store with daddy's credit card. Unfortunately it was my credit card. Camping gear, $800; gadgets and unnecessary bobbles, $350; my piece of mind, priceless! I was up most of the night opening everything and inspecting it. Putting batteries in lights and bug zappers. I would have set up the tent but the tent I bought was bigger than my apartment. My company was attending a job fair on Sunday and I was expected to attend. Rather than have to pay overtime, they told me to take the day off Friday to compensate for working Sunday. Friday was straight time and Sunday would have been time and a half, but I jumped at the offer. I could be at the campground Friday morning and get a head start on my weekend. "Hey Randy, glad to see you," Hank welcomed me as I walked into the office to register Friday morning. "It feels so good to be here already. I bought everything I need and maybe a little more," I laughed. "Great. I hope you brought plenty of food, The outdoors really builds up your appetite." "Food! Damn it! That's the one thing I forgot all about. I'll have to run out to the store and get some food. Good thing you mentioned it." "Don't worry about supper, as a new camper it's the tradition here to invite you to have supper with me," Hank offered. "Really? How long has this tradition been going on?" "About five minutes," Hank laughed out loud. "I don't want to put you out." "No problem at all. It will be a welcome change to have someone to talk with over a good meal. I'm going fishing later so I hope you like fresh river trout for supper." "That would be awesome. Thanks. If you don't need any help, I'm going to set up my campsite." "No, you run along. Supper will be at 7:00." I went to my site, #25 and set up my tent. It was much bigger than it looked on the box. But I suppose bigger is better, or so the saying goes. Not that they were referring to tents of course. Then I started to set up my gadgets, lights, bug zappers, a "Welcome to my Campsite" sign. When I stood back and admired my work I realized anyone walking by would know right off that I was a novice camper. Who cares? I'm happy. I changed into my swimsuit and headed to the pool to take a quick swim and cool off before going to Hank's for supper. There were a couple of adults in the pool and a bunch of kids. "Be careful children, don't splash the adult getting in the pool;" one of the adults warned the kids. They stop playing and just looked at me and smiled. "That's right, don't splash me or I'll have to splash you back," as I scooped up a handful of water and playfully threw it at them. They took the hint and we had a grand old time splashing each other for about ten minutes or so. "You got what you asked for, alright," the adult who spoke up told me with a smile. "Brian Simpson, site #15. Glad to meet you." "Thanks. Hope I didn't cause too much of a ruckus," as I introduced myself. "Not at all. If you're going to camp here often it's a good thing you like children." "To be honest, I'm not sure if I like kids or not, but I haven't had that much fun in forever." "Then you'll fit in here just fine." I finished my swim and headed back to my tent to change for supper. As I was getting out of the pool, one of the boys who was sitting on the deck watching our water fight spoke to me as I passed him. "Hi mister. You sure made a hit with my little sister in the pool." He extended his hand to shake mine, which I took. "Not sure which one she was, but they all seemed to have a good time." As I shook his hand and felt the same kind of jolt go through me as I did when I shook Mike hand back at my apartment. He looked to be about the same age as Mike, 15 or 16, with a slightly slimmer build. He was wearing a pair of baggy swim trunks that he had rolled the legs up tight to his crotch to lessen the tan lines on his legs. Pulling up the shorts like that bunched up in his crotch and made it look like he had an impressive bulge. Which maybe he did. He caught me staring at his crotch and loosened his tight grip on my hand. I broke my trance and looked up to see him looking at my eyes and smiling. "My name is Nick, site #24, right past the shower house." "I'm Randy, site #25. Guess we're neighbors." "Great. I'm sure we'll see a lot of each other." I hurried to get back to my campsite so I could dry off and change for supper. Not that the dress code was formal but a wet bathing suit wouldn't cut it. I was heading out to meet Hank and passed Nick and his sister as they were headed back from the pool. "Howdy neighbor," he shouted and waved. "Well howdy yourself. I take it the young lady with you is your sister?" "Yes, this is Emily, the water rat. Has to spend at least 6 hours a day in the pool." His sister slapped his arm and smiled up at me. "Nice to meet you with out you splashing me," she giggled. "Same here." "Stop by if you get bored. My folks are at work and don't get back until after dark. Be nice to have someone to talk to other than my sister." "Thanks, I'm on my way to supper, but maybe on the way back if it's not too late." As I continued on my way, I thought that conversation was kind of strange. He seemed like a very nice boy but why would he invite a middle aged guy to stop by and talk when they were other boys closer to his age in the campground? Was that an innocent invitation or do I have some kind of magnetic appeal to young boys? I sure as hell hope not. Or at least I think I hope not. Deep in thought I almost walked past Hank's cabin behind the office. "Hey, right on time. The fish should be ready any minute now. I cooked up some fresh vegetables to go with it. Would you like a drink?" "A water would be fine if you have one." "Would you like to try some dandelion wine? I make it myself." "I'm not really a drinker but that sounds intriguing," I accepted his offer. "Later in the summer I make watermelon wine. Not very sophisticated but they both taste good. And I make them myself so I know what goes into them." I took a sip of his wine and found it quite tasty, different than anything I had ever had before, but pleasant. Hank was checking the food he has cooking in a bed of coals in his fire ring. I sipped my wine and studied this unique man. Soft spoken and gentle but all business. He ran a tight operation with his campground but seemed very laid back about everything. He body was tanned on everywhere that was visible, even his ass when his bend down and his pants rode down to reveal the top of his ass crack. He wasn't overly muscular but wiry I guess best describes his body. Like an ant, he could probably lift several times his body weight. His hands were callused from all the physical work he does but almost delicate in the way he handed me the glass of wine. All in all, his physique was pretty impressive for a man his age. I hope I look that good when I get older. We were quiet while we ate. The food was delicious. Hank put some more wood on the fire to get it going then sat back in his chair. We chatted about everything and anything, finishing our wine. "Another glass?" Hank asked. "Yes, if you don't mind. It's a lot better than it sounds. 'Weed Wine' " I giggled. "Ok, but only one more. It sneaks up on you pretty quick. So how do you like camping so far?" "I love it. I haven't felt this relaxed in years. Everyone I've met so far is so friendly. I may never leave," I confessed. "I heard you made quite a splash at the pool today, literally," Hank laughed. "The kid in me came out to play. That's exactly what I mean, though. A week ago I would have stayed away from a pool filled with kids and gone back later to swim. The new and improved me had a ball." As the fire started to die down and the wine had been consumed, it was time for me to head back to my tent. I thanked Hank for the food and the fellowship and got up to leave. I wobbled a little and was unsteady on my feet. "I see what you mean about that wine, Hank. Good thing I'm not driving." "Want me to give you a ride in the golf cart?" "No, I'm fine. Just have to get my sea legs under me," as I steadied myself and walked slowly down the path. When I came to Nick's site, he was sitting outside of his trailer by his fire ring, the fire almost out. "Hey Randy, you okay? You don't look like you're walking too good." Nick noticed. "Dandelion wine, do it every time," I sing songed with a snicker. "Yup, Hank did that to my father once. He hasn't drank any since." I stumbled and grabbed a tree to hold myself from falling on my face. Nick jumped up and ran over to help me. "Let me help you get to your tent. I don't want you to get hurt." "Okay, better tell your parents where you're going." "No bother, they're not going to be home for another couple of hours. Told you it gets lonesome here when they are working late." "What about your sister, aren't you supposed to be babysitting her?" "She's asleep. Once she's out she doesn't wake up until morning." Nick put his arm around my waist and held me as we walked to my site with my arm around his shoulder. My shirt has ridden up a little when I reached out to grab the tree earlier. Nick's arm and hand were on my bare skin between my shirttail and my pants. It was probably my foggy condition from the wine, but I could swear I felt his hand moving on my side, almost like he was caressing me. Thankfully we got to my tent before I could think about this any more. "Thanks for the help. I'll be all set now, good night," I thanked Nick. "Not so fast, mister. If I leave you now I might find you passed out in the morning half way in your tent. I'm not leaving until your safe in your sleeping bag." He unzipped the tent flap and helped me in. I ducked going in the tent and lost my balance, falling forward and landing face first on my air mattress. "See what I told you. It's going to be warm tonight so let's get you undressed and ready for bed. Where are your pajamas, or what ever you sleep in." "I usually sleep naked," I mumbled as I was on the verge of dozing off. "Ok then, let's get rid of those clothes," as he proceeded to pull me upright and slide my shirt up over my head. He lowered me back down and started to undo my pants. "Careful, I went commando tonight. I'll take care of the pants," fumbling and tugging at them with no success. By now my cock had started to chub up, between his caressing my side and now undressing me. "We're both guys, we have the same equipment. Although you're older so yours might be bigger," Nick snickered. Pulling my pants off and leaving me totally naked on my back on my air mattress. My cock responded quickly to the freedom and grew to its full length. "Holy shit, you are bigger than me, a whole lot bigger." He threw my pants to the side of the tent and took a hold of my stiff cock. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" I responded in shock. "It's so big I just wanted to make sure it was real." What the hell! I came out here to get away from one horny teenager and here I am with another one in my tent. I was going to play this time differently. I was not going to be taken advantage of again. "It's real all right and it works just fine so you better take your hand off of it before you find out just how well it works," as I pulled his hand off my cock. "Time for you to go and me to get some sleep." "You're right. It's getting late and I better get back to my trailer." He moved up so his face was right next to mine. Leaning in he gave me a kiss on the lips. "Good night my new friend, sleep tight. I'll see you in the morning." And scooted out of the tent giving my cock a quick squeeze on his way by. I was drunk and may have misinterpreted some of his actions as purely innocent, but the kiss? Nope, nope, nope. I'm absolutely was not going to be the target of another teenage predator preying on this horny older man. I'm going to have to do something about this in the morning, for sure. I'll go over to his trailer and tell him . . . I'll tell him . . ., ZZZZZZZZ