Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 20:39:04 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: The Perfect Summer Job - Chapter Five At the beginning of the morning swim I noted that several more lads had doffed their trunks including David. That left only half a dozen of us still clothed. I realized that yet another test might lay ahead. I knew if I had to shed mine there was no way I could maintain reasonable dignity. My cock wouldn't let me. I did make one good decision though. The day was bright and sunny so I opted for sun shades. I thought it added nicely to my authoritative position. But what I didn't count on was that you could hide behind them too. It didn't matter where the candy was. My eyes could roam at will without detection. And what candy; acres of bare flesh and three dozen cocks to boot. Every kind imaginable was on display from small uncut hairless cocks to mature near adult sized members with their wide patches of pubes and bared glans. Fifteen year old Paul seemed rightfully proud of his seven inches or so. From what I could see he appeared to possess the largest cock among the campers. I wondered where his sexual interests lay. I spent time with the younger boys again too. Both Peter and David tried to claim me as their personal instructor but I begged off. I had the boys hold their float boards and then by kicking their legs bring themselves out into deeper water were I was standing. I patted a few bare bums in praise for their efforts. During the activity period that followed I decided to tag along with the older boys. They were going on a nature hike through the woods with their activity counsellor. It would give me the opportunity I sought to speak to Henry. The trail wound its way among tall hemlock and pine trees. We skirted a small swamp and then began to climb towards a high ridge. The counsellor was trying to impart some nature lore as he went but most of the boys preferred to babble among themselves. Henry was a bean pole kind of a lad. I suspected he had entered the early stages of puberty for his voice kept breaking. He was reasonably handsome despite a smattering of freckles across his face. As the boys carefully stepped among the rocks I watched him for a while. Sure enough he chose his own company and appeared quite morose. I eventually caught up with him. "Hi Henry," I offered. "Do you mind if I walk with you for a while?" "Sure Andy, no problem." "So how has the camp experience been so far?" I inquired. "It's okay I guess." "Only okay? What would make it better?" He looked down and shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno." I continued the conversation for some time but it was rather one-sided. Getting him to open up was near impossible. I was getting tired of the one word answers. I finally decided to push the envelope. I suggested we sit for a few moments on a rock in a small clearing. "Seems to me Henry that you're not as happy as I would like you to be. How come?" He looked up. He wasn't crying but his eyes were all misty. He said nothing initially so I waited patiently for him to open up. He finally began. "I'm tired of being gay," he declared. "It ain't no fun. I want to be normal. I'm tired of getting the shit kicked out of me by my foster brother for being a queer. I got no friends at school cuz they keep calling me a fairy." He tried to hold it back but at that point a couple of tears fell to his chest. He lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes. "How can I change?" he pleaded. Stretching out my arms I declared, "Here, give me a hug," Henry gladly accepted my offer. I held him close to me as his body began to heave. I waited for him to regain his composure before I responded. The rest of the group were long gone by now giving us the privacy we needed. We sat side by side as I began. "You know you're not alone. Almost all gay youngsters, including me, go through a time in their lives when they question their sexual orientation. Most are sad for some time." "Even you Andy? What did you do?" "I gradually learned to accept myself. I came to understand that I didn't choose to be gay. I was born this way and so were you! I learned that the world is a wonderful place; that there are a lot of wonderful people around and many are gay like you and me. Once I realized all of that I decided to enjoy my gayness and I was never unhappy about it again." "I never thought of it like that before," Henry declared. "I always thought I was the only one who was unhappy about being gay." Going on I added, "You also said you wanted to be normal. Well I've got good news for you. Since you were born gay, you're as normal as anyone else in this world. You can go on trying to change if you want to but I can tell you from personal experience that all you'll do is make yourself more unhappy. You'll be punishing yourself and what's the point of that?" Henry furrowed his brow. He was listening to every word and turning them over in his mind. "You know you can do anything in your life Henry and that includes what straight people do. Many gays marry and have kids too." "Wow!" he whispered smiling through his tears. "Did you know that many cities throughout the world hold gay parades each year. Only they don't call them gay parades, they're pride parades. Do you know why?" "No, why?" "It's because all the participants in the parade have accepted the fact that they're gay. They're proud of that. But even more important, they're proud to be normal and proud to be part of the human race," I waited a moment before I continued. "You know Henry, you are one handsome kid when you smile like you are now." "Yeah? You think so?" "Yeah!" I repeated. "I know so! You are hot! I'll bet there's more than one guy in this camp who'd love to have you for a boyfriend." Henry sat there grinning and looking at the soil. His wheels were still turning. Without warning it was Henry that initiated a hug this time. "Thanks Andy, I feel a whole bunch better already!" We remained seated for some time. Neither of us was in a hurry to continue the hike. Henry was sill smiling and seemed to have regained the natural confidence and exuberance of youth. As for me, I was thrilled with the effect that just a few of my words seemed to have on Henry. I had uncovered an innate ability that I wasn't aware I possessed. Oh I knew what I had done wasn't earth shattering. Still, I felt I had done something that made the world a slightly better place. I felt warm and fuzzy inside. Wow I thought to myself, will the pleasures of this job never cease? I knew we couldn't stay there forever so without speaking I arose and Henry followed. Regaining the path we maintained a reasonable pace and eventually caught up to the rest of the boys. We entered camp just in time for lunch. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I arrived for the afternoon swim session right on time, whistle in hand. I was the only one however who arrived on time. Everyone else was already there waiting for me. What's more I noticed that apart from my own suit there didn't appear to be a stitch of clothing in sight!. With seventy-two smiling eyes plus the counsellors all staring at me I knew something was about to happen. "Take it off!" one of the counsellors chanted. Quickly everyone joined in. "Take it off! Take it off!" What could I do? I put both palms up in an act of surrender. Off came my trunks. "Take it ............" They never finished the last chant. They just stared! My cock is about seven inches flaccid. Now I could feel it rising, as I knew it would, to its full ten inch length. Everyone was frozen. You would have thought that no one had ever seen a ten inch cock before. I blew my whistle and yelled, "Everyone into the water." Hardly anyone moved. I really didn't want to be the centre of attention and I was wishing to hell that my cock would go down although I knew there was little chance of that. I turned and took a post on the dock and that did the trick....kinda. At least they got in the water. Unfortunately about half of them found some excuse or other to come over and talk to me. This was one horny bunch of kids and it seemed that most of them had designs on me! I decided to thwart their desires by hiding the prize. I asked Bob, my assistant for the day, to keep an eye on the non-swimmers and then proceeded to jump into chest deep water. Big mistake! Now I found out the hard way that apparently the laissez-faire rules applied to me too. The deeper water acted as a cover for all kinds of shenanigans that occurred underwater. On more than one occasion I blew my whistle to buddy up when I felt that some of the boys were getting too hot and heavy. Somehow I felt the swimming area just wasn't the place for a mass orgy. I had taken but a step or two when a small hand from one of the boys milling about me darted in and grabbed my shaft. Another step and a second hand came in from behind somewhere. When the second hand began to jack me I knew things could get out of hand in a hurry. I blew my whistle and yelled, "Buddy up!" A mad scramble followed but it wasn't surprising that some had no idea where their swim buddy was. Picking the kitchen helpers - the last couple to buddy up - was an easy choice. Paul and Larry accepted their fate in good humour. I figured the grappling would begin anew when I let them go so I handed the whistle to Bob and headed for the younger set. Almost to the boy the non-swimmers needed emotional support. They needed to know they were important. I provided the support they craved as best I could. Physical contact was part of the routine. At the beginning of every session they gathered around me and sought solace. There was no pushing or shoving. They each took a turn making physical contact and hearing a word or two of encouragement. The routine was taking longer and longer with each session but I didn't care. I enjoyed doing it.....well perhaps enjoyed isn't the right word; I loved doing it. Cody was first today. He was of southern Italian extraction and had swarthy dark skin. A bit on the plump side, he had full rounded cheeks that were so red one would think he used rouge. He had an amazing uncut cock for a ten year old. It must have been almost four inches long and I could imagine him being as large as me one day. The rules needed to change a little today for had my glans been any sharper I could have stabbed each boy in the stomach as we hugged. Cody had a simple solution. He grabbed my cock and pushed it up as he gripped me. The tip of my glans almost touched his chin. "I love you Andy," he chirped. "I wish you could be my father." "I'd be proud to have you as a son," I replied. Young Peter almost forced the wind out of me as he hugged. He looked straight up and declared, "I wish I could go home with you Andy." I responded, "I wish you could too Peter." I could feel his hardness against my thigh and before he let go he humped me a couple of times. I doubted that he recognized what he was doing. David hung back a little for he wanted to be last in line. He held tight, looked up with those eyes and asked, "I know I can't come tonight but could I come tomorrow instead?" With our bodies still locked together he then squeezed a hand in between us and took a firm grip of my cock. "I wanna play with this some more," he explained. I must have deposited some precum on his belly at that point. "We'll have to see how busy I am with other boys David," I whispered. I finally got down to the business of teaching them how to swim. To help overcome their fear of the water I demonstrated the "Dead Man's Float" in the waist deep water. As I stood up again I noticed Eric and his swim buddy Matthew standing just the other side of the floating buoys. "How you doing Eric?" I waved. "Great!" he replied. "Matthew and me was wondering if we could help you or something?" "Sure, why not," I replied. "Each of you stand in front of a boy as he tries the float. If he needs help reach out and grip his hands until he gains the confidence to float on his own again." The session went, to use a pun, swimmingly. The horn eventually sounded and the boys began to wade ashore. Eric turned to me. "Matthew told me he's going to see you this afternoon." "Yes, that's right." "Er......er.....can I see you after him?" he inquired. "Well I don't think there will be time," I replied. "But I could see you this evening." "Wow! Could you? That would be great." He paused, all the time staring into my eyes with that lovely shy smile of his. Then he leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Do you want to feel my cock before we get out of the water?" "Tonight," I smiled. "Wait until tonight."