Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2023 08:30:45 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tenting with Sammy (Adult/Youth & Camping) part 5

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People of all ages were swimming in the water, and the smell of chlorine,
plastic, and wet concrete was everywhere. Splashes and hoots echoed
around me as everyone enjoyed their pool time. Bodies walked to and fro,
from the gross, fat-assed, giant-breasted women to the gorgeous, rugged,
sexy bodies of the young boys. Their tight, flat-chested bodies scampered
here and there, making my heart race almost as much as swimming laps had!
There were the hot teenage boys' slightly furry bodies, with their
budding swimmer bods next to their still-developing, barely-covered
peers. Such handsome, growing men, with only a single layer of clothing
covering their hidden treasures. Some boys wore three-quarter shorts,
perhaps more self-conscious about how much skin they were showing. Other,
more daring boys wore nothing but a speedo, their tiny button dicks
creating precious little bumps in the front and their delectably curved
bums filling the back. I loved them all, whether shorts or speedos; their
near-naked bodies were so tempting to pull into a secret wardrobe
somewhere and have some fun.
I swooned at all the beauty as I returned to the changing rooms, a swim
school catching my eye at the last moment. A group of what appeared to be
a half-dozen tween boys were learning to swim, led by a fit-looking adult
in charge. They were all wearing various coloured rubber hats, some with
goggles, all preparing to make for the opposite side of the pool. As they
were in the deep-diving pool, they were all given various flotation
devices, like black rubber tyres and life jackets. At the same time, the
less fortunate boys were left with just a foam kickboard to use.

A whistle blew, and the splashing started as I watched them for a moment.
They took off toward the opposite side of the pool; the better-equipped
boys made quick work of the task while one last boy struggled to make any
headway at all. Their coach shouted at the last boy to hurry up as his
teammates all jeered at his struggle. I could tell the boy was already
kicking with all his might, plumes of splashes erupting from behind him
but barely having any forward mobility with only a foam board.

The other boys continued to point and laugh at the last boy's plight
while the teacher yelled at them to keep control. Very few boys had the
sort of determination that boy seemed to have, but his determination and
tools weren't enough to get the job done. Thankfully, through either
impatience or worry that the boy would drown, their coach sent one of the
stronger swimmers back in. After seeing that the last boy was safely back
at the side of the pool, I headed to the showers in the hope of some
last-minute eye candy.

--

When I arrived, the changing rooms were empty, so I quickly showered and
dressed in my street clothes. I was still at the far end of the changing
room when someone entered from the opposite end, a boy with his hands
covering his face like he was crying. I didn't think he saw me, so I sat
down and pretended to look through my bag, glancing up at him to watch
him change.

I kept my head down as he passed me, but I guessed he was around eleven
years old from a glimpse. He wore bright swimmer shorts, likely a pair
he'd had for a while, as the thin, faded material sank into his moist
buttcrack as he walked by. He had a juicy, plump bum, and his feet looked
too big for his body. Like many his age, he was self-conscious about
being naked in public, making his way as far from me as possible. I
watched from a distance in anticipation, the face of this sad Adonis
still hidden from me, as my young strip tease prepared to undress.

He was still sobbing and sniffling as he dried himself, leaving his
swimmers on and putting on a T-shirt first. The shirt was several sizes
too big for him, hanging halfway down his thighs, hiding his soon-to-be
nudity from my prying eyes. He quickly looked around to see if anyone was
watching before hooking his hands back inside his shirt and dropping his
soggy togs to his ankles. When he looked around, I realized I knew the
boy, and my heart was wrenching from my chest.

"S... Sammy?" I called out as I rushed to see him.

"Scoutmaster Joe?!" the boy replied, looking over, his eyes bloodshot,
not just from the chlorine in the pool.

"Sammy! Good to see you again, buddy!"

We embraced in a long hug, one of his arms around me, the other on shirt
stretch duty, ensuring it was still covering his secrets. It had been
months since I had seen Sammy, and I had missed our time together. We had
both moved on with our lives since camp, and I honestly couldn't believe
I'd run into him again.

I sat beside Sammy while he wiped the tears from his eyes and the snot
from his nose. His beaming smile quickly dispelled his woeful look, his
happiness to see me evaporating whatever turmoil he was experiencing. But
after his initial big grin, his face faded back into a pout. Post-scout
life seemed just as difficult for poor Sammy after our camping trip. We
talked about it for a while; I told him I had finished with the Scouts,
and he told me what he had been through with school and his mom. It
seemed nothing much had changed in both of our worlds since our camping
adventure and our time with each other and Brody in the tent.

"I missed you, Scoutmaster Joe." Sammy sniffed.

"I missed you too, Sammy. I see you have taken up swimming. How is that
going?"

"Terrible. " Sammy grumbled. "I can't even swim."

"Oh, that was you? You're just starting, though, right?"

"No! That's the problem! I've been coming here for a month and still
can't do it. I'm going to ask my mom if I can stop going. I'm useless."

"No, you're not."

"But why do I have to be so different from other boys? Why can't I be
more like them?"

I hugged an arm around his slight shoulders and pulled him close. "Not
all boys are built the same, Sammy. Some boys are more masculine or
stronger physically, while you are stronger emotionally."

"But I just cry all the time!"

"That shows you care. And I hope that never changes."

"I guess so. Nothing else ever does."

"What about down here?" I teased, making a move for the base of his
T-shirt. "Has anything changed down there?"

"Don't look.." Sammy insisted, stretching his T-shirt almost to his
knees.

"Want to play around like the good old days? Would that cheer you up?"

"What if someone sees?"

"We could go into one of the cubicles? Have some fun before anyone else
arrives?"

"Yeah! Okay!"

We quickly dashed into one of the larger cubicles in the bathroom section
of the changing area. Sammy did his best to waddle behind me, ensuring
the single item of clothing he had on was still snug and secure. The
cubicles were spacious, and the doors didn't have those giant gaps
underneath where people could see underneath. Once we were locked away
inside, I found a very horny young Sammy looking forward to some relief
from his stressful time.

"Can I have a look at you now?" I grinned.

Sammy willfully lifted his oversized shirt, his young, hair-free penis
was already erect as if it were saying hello.

"Wow..." I managed. Sammy had been the only boy I had ever been with, and
I loved seeing him like this. He was so innocent and pure, willing to
show only me his beauty. Even a few months later, his slim torso was
still that of a boy, lean, hairless, and adorable.

I couldn't help but touch him, curving my fingers around his begging,
stiff cock. Sammy watched me intently, keeping his T-shirt raised to his
shoulders as I molested him. A single dewdrop of precum formed at the tip
of his narrow opening, a single sticky pearl of boy honey, all for me. I
dipped my finger into it, its slippery string of pre connecting my finger
and his glans, as I sucked the salty substance into my mouth.

"Would you like me to jerk you, Sammy? Your cock is so hard."

"That would be nice...but... could you fuck me instead? I can play with
myself any time, but I really miss having you inside me."

He took off his T-shirt and placed it on the porcelain top; offering his
naked rear for the taking. His ass was just as inviting as before, curvy
and blemish-free, with just enough padding to sink my cock into. Sammy
braced himself against the opposite wall, and I pressed the tip of my
cock into the narrow indent between his cheeks. My cock nudged against
the dimple in his backside, the soft, delicate skin around his rim
throbbing back against my cock head. I was just about to push myself
inside when Sammy cried out, his whimper hitting a higher octave at the
last second as if he had just...

"Sammy...Did you cum just from that?"

"I'm just so happy to feel your penis against me back there."

My hand reached underneath to check his condition; sure enough, there was
now a drool of precum dripping from Sammy's boy dick. I gathered his
slippery pre in my hand before smearing it on my shaft for easier entry.

"How about you push back against me, Sammy? Then you can go at your own
pace."

Sammy pushed back against my pole, his butt impaling on my engorged cock.
The heat from his insides immediately smothered my shaft in its warm,
gooshy glow. He continued to push backward, my shaft tunnelling into him
until the smoothness of his buns kissed the skin of my crotch.

"I missed you, Sammy," I said into his ear, pressing myself into his
young body again.

"Yuh..." Sammy managed.

He grunted as I began to rock in and out, penetrating him deeply. He was
bent nearly double, his fingers spread and braced against the wall. I
humped at his tight oval opening--pressure mounted in my balls, a load
that Sammy would carry with him for the rest of the day.

"Those boys out there, Sammy. They're nothing." I huffed. "Swimming
around in that pool. Do you really think they could take a fucking as you
can?"

"No... mmm... fuuu..."

"That's right. They can float; big deal. Well, you can take cock. They
can't. Can you take a cock, Sammy?"

"Yeah... I can take yours, Joe...all day..."

My cream was coming to a boil. My nads tightened, and I could feel the
gear in my prostate changing. The intensity built, and my cock lengthened
inside Sammy's love shute, ready to deposit my seed. With a shout that
hopefully no one outside heard, I released my cum into Sammy's guts, his
trembling body receiving my load.

Soon after I was done, we heard the commotion of the rest of his swim
team coming to get changed. Knowing our fun time was over, I pulled my
penis from its warm pleasure place, its gleaming, softened state
slithering out of Sammy's hole.

"We should wait until they're gone, then go and get your things," I
suggested.

"Yeah..." Sammy said as he gathered his shirt.

I looked at Sammy's naked form, smiling at him one last time. His penis
had softened, and I was honoured to have made this young specimen orgasm,
even if he couldn't fully cum yet. I loved that he was so open to letting
me look at him, even now that he was soft. Some people only like to look
at cocks when they're stiff, but to me, the soft ones have just as much
character.

As Sammy's shirt cascaded down, like a curtain falling at the show's end,
I couldn't help but fondle him one last time. I felt his size and his
texture. I felt his small berry-sized balls, his slender thumb-sized
member, and his impossibly smooth skin all around it. His little package
felt warm and vulnerable in my hand, but he trusted me to touch it
completely.

"You know, Sammy, recently I heard of a place where all sorts of men and
boys get to hang out together and do this kind of thing. What do you say
instead of swimming, we both check that out sometime?"

"Heck yeah! That place sounds awesome!"

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