Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2007 14:29:56 +0000 From: Jeff Regis Subject: Robbie and the Campground Shower -- Chapter 1 Robbie and the Campground Shower, Chapter One Written by J. Regis (jregis1@hotmail.com) - Emails welcome Copyright 2007 All rights reserved (except for publication by Nifty). DISCLAIMER: If you are (1) under 18; or (2) if the depiction of sex between two males or between a minor and an adult offend you; or (3) it is illegal to read this material in your city, state or country; please do not read this story. This is the first sexually explicit story I have ever written, and my first time posting to Nifty. This story was based on real events and real people (all names have been changed), and while the sex in the story is pure fantasy and never really happened, the subtle suggestions and provocative teasing were quite real. ********* His name was Robbie, and he was just about the cutest 16 year-old boy you could ever meet. His skin was deeply-tanned from a lot of time spent playing in the summer sun. His curly dark hair was kept in place by a well-worn baseball cap, and his wide mouth displayed a dazzling smile of even, white teeth. He was about five foot eight inches tall, and was slender without being too thin. He wasn't overly muscular - but had a very hard, toned body from a high level of physical activity. It was his personality, however, that won you over in a heartbeat -- he was just full of life, and ready to try anything once. It all started innocently enough. My wife works as an accountant at a year-round amusement park. My name is Jeff, and I am a manager for an extremely large recreational vehicle (RV) dealership. Needless to say, summers are the busiest time of year for us. Even so, by the beginning of August we were getting a little burned out. It was time to take the kids and get away for awhile. We got into our RV, and headed out for a week of down-time. Deep in Virginia we found a campground that seemed perfect. It had a large swimming pool, mini-golf, a small water park, and lots of activities for the kids. We found our campsite and settled in for a few days' of rest and relaxation. I like to walk around campgrounds and see all the different camp setups. In most campgrounds you see everything from old army tents to million dollar bus conversions. It helps me to keep up to date on all of the options open to future customers. Because of my job, I often find myself helping new campers with their equipment or their rigs. Dave was struggling with his awning as I walked by. I stopped and asked him if he needed a hand. Clearly frustrated, he gratefully accepted. I showed him how to properly set up and adjust the awning, and then answered some other questions about hooking up the hoses and cables for the water, sewage, electric and television. It took us about 30 minutes to complete the hookup. I was rewarded with a cold beer and a handshake for my efforts from a very relieved Dave! Some people are so embarrassed about getting help they act a little mean. Not Dave - he turned out to be a really nice guy. He was about 40, a building contractor, and had just purchased the RV. He had dark hair and just a hint of a beer belly. We seemed to hit it off pretty well. About that time I started hearing yelling from inside the RV. The door opened and an angry woman stormed out. Dave's wife was about 5'3, and had beautiful red hair. Dave introduced me to Julie, and asked her what was wrong. She told Dave she was mad at the kids for fighting. She asked me if my kids fight all the time, and I told her no. My theory is you have to keep kids too busy to fight or get in trouble. Just then the door opened again and a boy came out. Dave told me it was their younger son, Jamie, who was 12. He was tanned, with dark hair, and still had a hint of baby fat. All in all a decent looking kid. But when I looked up again, Robbie was standing in the doorway. He was gorgeous! I should mention that I have been happily married for many years. When I was in college I fooled around with a couple guys - just JO and circle jerks. I loved it, but fooling around with guys just wasn't accepted back then. After I got married, my only outlet was my imagination and pictures and stories found in magazines, on video, or later, on the internet. Over time, I seemed to get more and more interested in younger guys, until my attractions seemed to settle on older teen-age boys. I had never done anything with a boy, or even talked to a boy about anything remotely sexual, but that didn't stop my imagination! One look at Robbie in the doorway, however, and I was hooked. I wanted to see him naked, although I knew that would never happen. All I could hope for was to see him bare-chested at the pool or water park. I wanted to horse around with him (and the other kids) in the pool so I could touch him without anyone (including him) knowing why. I wanted to hear his voice. He came out of the RV and Dave introduced us. Robbie's voice was soft and husky, and his smile was captivating! He immediately held out his hand for a shake. His touch was wonderful. It didn't last nearly long enough. It was time for me to act! I told Dave and Julie that kids fight when they are bored. I told them I would organize a football game, to help them get some energy out before dinner. After getting a football from my truck and gathering a bunch of kids, we were ready to play. Luckily the campground had a huge, grassy field that was perfect. We divided into teams and started the game. I made sure I was on the other team from Robbie, so I could tackle him if I got the chance. It didn't take long for the kids to get totally confused as to who was on which team. I suggested playing shirts versus skins, and told Robbie to have his team take off their shirts. They were hot from playing in the sun, and readily agreed. I finally got to see not only Robbie, but several other boys bare-chested too. I was in heaven! I finally had an opportunity to tackle Robbie when he picked up a fumble and ran for our makeshift end-zone. I was closest and was able to tackle him from the side. We ended up in a heap with me on top and basically face-to-face. He was laughing. I was mesmerized by the soft skin and the hard body underneath me. When he squirmed out from under me I thought I detected just a hint of a bulge in his jeans, but it was probably wishful thinking. Everyone had a great time, but it was getting close to dinner-time. All the kids left for their respective campsites and Jamie and my kids ran on ahead, leaving Robbie and I to walk back. He was constantly joking about everything under the sun. Several times, with normal boyhood bravado, he told me what a great body he had as he would flex and turn. Still bare-chested, he had his T-shirt casually draped over one shoulder. Every time he flexed, bounced or turned his nipple would peak out from behind the shirt. It was such an incredible turn-on. Thank goodness my jeans hid most of my semi-aroused cock. Finally, I said "If you tell people you have a great body when you're wearing your jeans, you better be able to back that up by having a great body without them!" He stopped dead, turned to look at me, smiled in a very strange way, and then started walking again without saying a word. A minute later he looked at me and said "race ya!" and bolted for his RV. He won, but only by a few feet. I'm in pretty decent shape. I'm about 6'2" and 175 pounds. I swim almost every day and lift weights in our basement gym about 2-3 times a week. I'm not a model or anything, but I am pretty toned and have a hint of a six-pack. My hair is sandy blonde and cut fairly short, and I have greenish brown eyes. Luckily, I don't have a lot of body hair, and I keep my pubes trimmed - mostly because I can't stand it when they get caught in the zipper of my jeans. That happens when you go commando a lot, which I definitely do! Robbie was laughing and asked his Dad "who won?" Dave smiled and said "You did, but not by much. You gotta get in better shape if you can barely beat us old guys!" We all laughed again, although I don't think I liked the "old guys" remark! About that time Dave's wife Julie announced dinner was ready. She had found my wife during the football game, and they had decided to pool their resources and make dinner for everyone together. Dinner was great - all the traditional camp foods: hotdogs and hamburgers, salad, chips, potato salad, corn and more. After dinner we sat around the camp-fire and talked, played cards, told jokes and stories, and had a good time. The kids played games and made S'mores. The older boys spoke softly about girls when they didn't think the adults were listening. It was a picture-perfect evening. Around 9:30 Julie told Jamie and Robbie to get their stuff, go to the campground shower house and take their showers. My wife thought that was a great idea, and sent our kids to go get showers, too. Then it would be back to the RV and time for bed. Jamie was getting tired and readily agreed to go shower, but Robbie wanted to keep playing cards with the adults. He promised to take his shower before bed, and Julie told him that was OK as long as he was back at the RV and in bed by midnight. With a quick glance to see who was looking where, he looked me straight in the eye and said "OK Mom, I'll go take my shower at 11:00." Then he smiled that mysterious smile again and quickly looked away. My heart was pounding. Was he suggesting something? Why was it important to him that I knew what time he would shower? I couldn't think straight, and lost the next several hands of cards. All I could think about was Robbie in the shower. What would he look like naked? How big was his cock? Were his balls large or small, smooth or wrinkled? How much pubic hair did he have? I imagined the water streaming off his body. His beautiful skin glistening, his stomach softly moving in and out, his muscles rippling under his skin as he moved, his toes curling against the tiles. I thought about his hands lathering soap and washing all over, stopping to softly caress his cock and balls. I couldn't help myself! I imagined him gently stroking himself to erection, then jacking more purposefully. I could see the cum shooting from him as he came. It was so real in my mind I was almost right there watching. I was so hard it was painful. All of a sudden I heard my name, and sort of snapped out of it. Dave was looking at me and he said "it's your deal." I forced myself to concentrate on the game, and we had a good time playing several more hands. It was starting to get late, and the fire was dying. My wife had left earlier when the kids got back from their showers, and they were all back at our RV. Julie said she was getting tired and was going to bed. She wished everyone a good night and went inside, where Jamie was already asleep. While Dave was busy poking at the fire, Robbie got up to go inside the RV. He was between the fire and me, and he turned sideways for a moment and smiled again before he walked away. This motion seemed a little strange to me, until a minute later when my mind registered the slight tenting in his jeans. By that time he had walked away. He had just purposefully shown me he was hard. I was dumb-struck. Most boys will do anything and everything to keep an adult from seeing they are hard. Robbie had just posed for me. I couldn't believe what I had just seen, and I couldn't believe that a 16 year-old boy could be playing with my head this way. Where and how did Robbie learn to be such a cock-tease? I was pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing. With Robbie inside, that left just Dave and I. We got to talking about a bunch of things, and he thanked me again for the help with the RV. Then we began to talk about kids. He told me Jamie was fairly headstrong, and they had some pretty constant battles of will with him. Then he told me Robbie was much easier, but had a 17-year old girlfriend. My heart somewhat sank with this new information. Dave and his wife were pretty concerned about Robbie's girlfriend, as she was really pressuring Robbie to have sex with her. I was curious as to how they knew this, but I didn't ask. Dave told me they knew Robbie had "matured" - a fact Julie had discovered while doing laundry three years earlier. Dave didn't think Robbie was emotionally ready to have sex with his girlfriend, however. According to Dave he was still a goofy, social kid with a ton of friends, who was never quite serious about anything. Dave asked me my opinion. How could he know that I would be delighted to have sex with Robbie myself, and asking me that question was unbelievably weird? Needing to answer somehow, I told Dave if I were him I would have a very frank conversation with Robbie about sex, being careful, diseases and jerking off. About how jerking off, which he was probably doing anyway, could release the pressure and help him wait until he was older to have sex with the girlfriend. Other than that, and keeping a really close eye on Robbie's whereabouts, there was nothing Dave could do. We talked a little more about kids, RV's and trucks, and then I said I was calling it a night. It was about 10:30, and I was still wondering about Robbie's subtle, seeming invitation. Dave and I said good-bye, and he thanked me yet again for all my help and the fun evening. Just as I was getting ready to walk away -- as if it had been timed -- the door of Dave's RV opened. Robbie came out wearing just a pair of shorts, carrying a shower bag and holding a very distinctive towel. He told Dave he was going to sit by the fire for a few more minutes before going to take his shower. Dave said "OK" and headed for the RV. Robbie then turned to me with yet another of his mysterious smiles, held up his towel for me to see, and softly said "Ya' like my towel? Anyway, nice meetin' ya', Jeff. Hope we can get together soon." And then he winked. With that he shook my hand - that wonderful electric shock again - and went to the fire, spread out the towel on a chair, and sat down. I was speechless. I smiled and nodded, game him a little wave and walked away. As I headed back to our RV, I was totally confused and my head was spinning with Robbie's teasing - flirting? -- my desire, and the fact that I could get in big trouble for pursuing any of this. But I had never been so hot, hard, horny and aroused in my life. Despite my concerns, I knew I had to find out. I knew I would go to the shower house. Everyone was sleeping at my RV, so I took the dog for a quick walk and got into a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. Grabbing my shower bag and a towel I quickly headed for the shower house. This was pretty much my normal routine when camping anyway, so I knew my wife wouldn't give it a second thought. The shower house in the campground was the new design. For years men's showers were just one big tiled room with a bunch of shower heads. Boy do I miss those days! In today's world, everyone has to have their privacy. The shower house was a long, one-story building with a porch and railing down each side. A number of doors opened off the porch directly into the building like a series of closets. Men's showers were on one side of the building; women's showers were on the other. Inside each door there was a space about five feet square with a small bench and hooks on the wall for clothes and towels. This was for undressing, drying and dressing. At the back of this space was a curtain, behind which was a surprisingly large, roomy shower stall. Overhead venting fans kept the shower rooms fairly cool, even with hot water and steam from the shower. The outside door was lockable for privacy. Toilets were located in another building. I got to the shower house at exactly 11:00 PM. Most people are in their RV's and either watching TV or asleep by then, so normally the shower house and surrounding areas are deserted. All of the individual shower rooms were empty and dark and the doors were wide open, except for one. The door of one shower room was slightly ajar, and the light was on. I could hear the shower running. Hanging over the porch rail outside the door was Robbie's unmistakable towel! I stopped and touched it - the towel that would be drying Robbie's incredible skin. All of a sudden the door swung partially open, catching me totally by surprise. As I blinked in the bright light, I saw Robbie standing and peeking out from behind the door, with just his head visible. He looked at me calmly and said "Hi Jeff. I left my towel outside by mistake. Would you give it to me, please?" I nodded, got the towel and brought it to the door. Then Robbie asked me to hang it on one of the hooks. This meant coming inside. I looked around quickly, but the area was totally deserted. I stepped inside to hang up the towel, and heard the door close behind me. When I turned around Robbie was standing there looking at me. He was totally naked and hard as a rock. I stood and stared. If I thought he was gorgeous before, he was a God naked! He stood with his legs slightly apart - smiling broadly. His body was perfect. Absolutely, only found in fantasies, beyond imagination, perfect. He was totally hairless except for a tiny tuft under each arm, one small patch right above his cock, and a light dusting on his legs. His balls were nicely- sized for his body and his age, and were loose and slightly wrinkled. I took all of this in almost immediately, but it was his cock that positively mesmerized me. It was about 5.5 inches long, cut, and curved upward toward his slender belly like a horn. And his cock was hard in a way that only teenagers can accomplish! I was spellbound. Despite my yearning and fervent wishing, I never thought I would see Robbie naked. Yet here he was, literally in all his glory, and smiling at me with those gorgeous, straight, white teeth and that mysterious smile. I almost came right then and there. To say the moment was amazing doesn't come close to doing it justice. I was momentarily speechless. I knew what I wanted. I thought I knew what he wanted. But what if it was all totally innocent and he really did just need his towel? I'm not very good at picking up signals. I understood the legal consequences. I was paralyzed by indecision. I had already gotten so see more than I could have ever hoped for, so I unfortunately and sadly decided that caution was best. I cleared my throat and said "I guess I should go take my shower now" and I stepped toward the door. Robbie, who was still standing in front of the door, reached over and locked it. He looked at me and said "Jeff, could you help me with one other thing?" I asked him what. Then he said "When we were playing football and you tackled me, it hurt my shoulder. Would you massage it for me?" And with that, and still standing in front of the door, he turned his back to me. He was just as stunning from the back. His muscles rippled beneath his shoulders and back, and his butt was so firm and round. He was amazing! I stepped forward and began to massage his shoulders. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to be touching him. His body was so hard, but his skin so smooth and soft and warm. It was heaven. He was clearly enjoying his massage, stretching his muscles and arching his back. It was almost like he was presenting his butt to me. In all of my fantasies I had always concentrated on cock. I had never thought about anything anal. But seeing Robbie arch his bottom out made me wonder what it would be like to play with his ass. To touch it, insert my finger in it, and (while I had always thought this was totally gross) I had the strangest desire to lick it. My hands made my way down his back, and we were both in heaven. Up until then I had not touched him in a way that could get me in trouble (although just being locked in the shower room with him naked was trouble enough) but I finally decided that if he were this bold I would be a little, too. As I massaged lower, I dropped by hands to his ass just for a moment to see what he would do. In my stupidity, I was still thinking this could be innocent, but to my amazement he pushed his ass back into my hands and basically purred! I kept kneading and massaging his butt, and he kept quietly moaning. It was incredible. I loved - loved - touching him. After a few more moments he said "You know Jeff, the massage would feel much better under the hot water." I said "My shorts and T-shirt would get wet, Robbie." He smiled and said "Then you'll just have to take them off. Besides, you see me naked and I can't see you. It's not fair." And with that he pulled back the curtain and got under the water. As soon as he was wet my last-remaining resistance was gone. His wet skin glistened like oil, and was the biggest turn-on I had ever seen. I pulled off my shirt, and then - despite my embarrassment over my raging hard-on -- I took off my shorts. As soon as I was naked he stepped out of the shower, grabbed my hand and pulled me in with him. He turned to face me, looked me in the eye, and said "Jeff, would you please give me a massage? And I'm a little sore all over from our game, so it would be great if you could massage all over." That was all the invitation I needed. I took his hand in mine and massaged his fingers, hand, wrist and forearm. Then I massaged his elbow, his bicep and up to his shoulder. Then I took his other hand and repeated the whole thing. Spending some time on his shoulders, I moved on to his chest. His nipples were small and dark, and we both enjoyed my squeezing and playing with them. His chest muscles felt great in my hands, as did his sides. His stomach was flat and firm and I knew I would want to lick it later if I had the chance. Then I stopped and kneeled down. His cock up close looked even better than before, but I didn't touch his cock or balls. I had him pick up one foot, and I massaged his toes, foot and ankle, then worked up to his knee. Then I kneaded and massaged his thigh, before starting the procedure again on the other leg. I finished his other leg by indulging once more in massaging his ass. He was openly moaning, and I could see the pre-cum leaking out of his dick (it was inches from my face). Finally, I massaged around to his front again and moved closer and closer until I could massage his balls. Oh God. We both jumped when I touched his balls. They were velvety soft, and I never, ever imagined anything could feel so good in my hand. Then I reached up and starting massaging up his cock from the base. He was breathing shallowly and rapidly now. I didn't think he could hold out much longer. I was on the edge of orgasm, and neither of us had touched my cock yet at all. I massaged up to the head of his cock, and began to work the spongy hardness between my fingers. I ran my thumb repeatedly over his sweet spot, causing him to moan more loudly and produce more pre-cum. It was the hottest sexual moment I had ever experienced. I started getting really interested in the pre-cum he was producing. Drops would appear at regular intervals, to be mixed with the water from the shower as I massaged, caressed and jerked his dick. Suddenly I knew I had to taste it. I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, and lapped up the next couple of drops. Robbie gasped and almost fell down when he felt my tongue on his dick. The taste was wonderful. Slightly sweet and musky. The taste of Robbie! It was great - not bad as I had imagined. I had to have more, and I moved forward and took the head of Robbie's dick in my mouth. He and I groaned at the same time from the intense pleasure we were feeling. Being careful to cover my teeth I moved further down his shaft, taking more and more into my mouth. I kept running my tongue over his piss-slit to taste more of his awesome pre-cum. At the same time I kept massaging his balls with one hand, and I reached between his legs with the other. Again, I don't know why, but I had to touch his asshole. Somehow, this moment would not be complete for me if I didn't. I had to feel it. My finger glided over his hole and I felt him quiver. It was so silky and warm. I took a break from sucking his cock just long enough to suck on my finger (the one that had just been on his hole!), so it would be wet. Then I moved my finger back to his hole and slowly massaged it, finally pressing in up to the first knuckle. All the while I was sucking his cock and simultaneously rubbing his balls. As soon as my finger went in his hole, his entire body went rigid. I heard him strangle back a yell, and then his whole body was shaking with his orgasm. His asshole spasmed uncontrollably, and then I felt the first jet of his cum shoot in my mouth. We were both in sensory overload. I loved the feel and taste of his orgasm and his cum. I couldn't swallow it all, and a lot of it leaked out of my mouth. He was shoving his dick in my mouth as deep as he could get it, and as he came, I couldn't hold it anymore. Without being touched even once, my dick starting shooting the most massive cum I have ever experienced. Robbie's legs were buckling, and even as I shot out my last spurts I helped him slide down to sit on the floor. I sat down next to him. The cool tile felt great against our hot, flushed skin. Slowly our breathing and our pounding hearts returned to normal. We were not quite under the shower spray, so we were both still covered with cum. Robbie looked at me, grinned and said "That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life. Totally awesome." I told him I agreed, but then Robbie looked at me and said "I didn't get a chance to touch you." With that he leaned over and took my dick in his hand. He started to jerk it, and then feel my balls. I got hard again quicker that a guy my age is supposed to. Then he leaned down further and licked up a glob of cum off my thigh. I don't know what made him do it, or even whose cum it was, but his tongue felt great. He leaned down again and licked the head of my dick gingerly. He did this several more times, getting more comfortable and bolder with each lick. Then he was licking from the base right up to the head, while massaging my balls with his hand. When he took my cock in his mouth I thought I was in heaven. I had never felt anything that good. He was busy sucking my dick and licking up cum, as I massaged him wherever I could reach. More quickly than I wanted I was on the edge of orgasm again, and told him he should probably back off. I didn't know if he was prepared for me to cum in his mouth. He refused to stop though, and before long I was moaning that I was cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Godddddddddd!!! When I came, it was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced! I had been jerking him off while he was sucking, and I heard him gasp as I shot my first jet of cum. I thought he was caught off guard, but the wetness on my hand told me he was cumming again, too. He continued to suck me, and I continued to jerk him, until we were both through. Then he started licking up all the cum that had leaked out when he couldn't swallow it all. I licked his cum off my hand, and when he was done with me and sat back up, I leaned down and licked up what I had missed. It was incredible! We looked at each other and smiled. Robbie said "Thanks for the massage, Jeff, it was awesome! I might need another one tomorrow night!" I looked at him, and grabbed him in a hug. Then I ruffled his hair and told him I was available anytime, but this had to be just between us - no one else could know. He nodded his agreement. Then I said "It's getting late, we better get out of here. Let me help you wash." I shampooed his hair, lathered soap all over his body -- paying special attention to his dick and balls -- and then rinsed him off. We got out, leaving the water running. I helped Robbie dry off, and he put his shorts back on. Then I told him to go back to his RV and leave his towel on the picnic bench outside so I knew he got back OK. The clock in the shower room said 11:55. I told him he had to hurry! Robbie turned to me, gave me a quick hug, and in his soft, husky voice he whispered with a grin, "So do I have a great body without my jeans, too?" He smiled his gorgeous smile again, and after a quick peek outside to confirm the area was still deserted, Robbie bolted out the door and up the pathway to his RV. I didn't want to be seen leaving together, so I locked the door and got back in the shower. I couldn't help jerking myself off one more time as I thought about what had just happened. Then I washed, dried, dressed and carefully left the shower house. Robbie's towel was right where it was supposed to be, so I headed back to my RV and to bed. I had the best sleep of my life! What a night! ********** I hope you liked this story. I wanted to write a story that shared the feelings and emotions of at least one of the characters. I also wanted to explore the concept that many men -perhaps highly respected members of their communities who are married and have children -- spend part of every day thinking and dreaming about sex with boys. As I mentioned above, this is my first time writing a sexually explicit story and my first posting to Nifty. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it! I am really eager for your feedback. Please let me know what you thought of "Robbie and the Campground Shower." Should I write a second installment? Have you ever had an experience similar to this, or done anything sexual at a campground (either as an adult or when you were a kid)? I'd love to hear your comments or stories. Please email me at "jregis1@hotmail.com." Thanks.