Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 22:47:38 -0400 From: conislancio@gmail.com Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 1 This story contains fictional depictions of sexual encounters between teen age boys. If you are underage or offended by such material, please leave this web site. This story is a fictional work. It is loosely based on some experiences I had in various different situations throughout my high school days, super-imposed within the framework of these fictional scenarios. All names, locations, and references have been changed, however, many of the situations did happen to me, or friends of mine, in one way or another. I hope you enjoy the story. I would love to hear feedback from any interested readers. All rights reserved. CAMP STAFF MEMORIES - CHAPTER 1 In retrospect, getting high on the way to camp was probably not the best idea. But when you rode with Chris, that's what happened. At 15, I was very independent - much more than my parents thought. I had just finished five weeks on staff at a Boy Scout camp near my home. I was technically a CIT (Counselor in Training), but I spent the summer working in the Scout Craft area, teaching Camping, Cooking, and Orienteering merit badges. It had been quite a summer, but that camp ended and I was about to begin a four-week stint at a neighboring camp. Because their seasons did not overlap, the two camps had developed an exchange staff program, where some of their staff worked at our camp and some of ours went to their camp. I was looking forward to working as a lifeguard for 4 weeks at Camp 'B." Chris was to be the Program Director. Derek was going to be a Commissioner. The three of us were traveling up to the camp in Chris's little blue 1991 Honda Civic. Chris had an amazing ability to drive a stick shift down a winding country road and roll a joint at the same time without dropping a speck of weed in the process. We were flying high as we came over the rise on the dirt road into the main part of camp. The camp was really beautiful, nestled at the top of a mountain, surrounding a picturesque spring-fed lake. It was in the middle of nowhere, quiet and peaceful. We drove into the parking lot and parked amongst the sparse cars from the rest of the staff that had already arrived. I noticed the green motorcycle parked in the corner of the lot that meant that Todd had already arrived. Todd was going the Archery Director at Camp 'B' and he was the First Aid Officer at our camp. Todd was 19 and going to school studying to be a nurse. He was one of those "life of the party" guys. We called him Spaz. He had scraggly, longish blonde hair and a goofy smile. There was something about him I liked - maybe it was his crazy personality. Chris was 21 and he was a bit of a pot head. I had never smoked pot until that summer and today was only the second time. Chris was going to college to be a history teacher, I think, although I could not picture him as a teacher. I was sure he'd be in jail before anyone hired him. Derek was 20 and he was in college to be a music teacher. I had known Derek for a long time. Our families went to the same church and we were in the same Scout Troop, although he was mostly done by the time I joined. I was good friends with his younger brother and as well as Derek. We got out of the car and stretched our legs, after the hour and a half drive. Then we walked from the parking lot, across the dirt road, and up the walk to the main lodge building. Entering the building, we were met by Jeff, who was the Camp Director. Jeff was a professional scout executive, although he did not look all that much older than Chris and Derek. He greeted us and introduced us to Perry, a geeky looking, scrawny, greasy haired boy who was the camp clerk. Perry took our papers and pointed us towards our sleeping quarters. Chris, being Program Director, was staying in the main lodge. Derek and I were told we could claim a tent in the staff area. As we were getting ready to leave, a tall, dark haired boy walked in wearing a swim suit and nothing else. "Perry," he said, "Have you seen Mike? I'm trying to find some equipment for staff swim tests. He was supposed to be back from the scout office by now." "I haven't seen him," Perry replied, "He hasn't sign back in yet. Hey, Tim, this is Sam, the other lifeguard." Perry indicated me to Tim. Tim walked over and shook my hand. Derek introduced himself as well. "Are you staying in the other tent down at the waterfront?" Tim asked. "Well, we don't have tent yet," I replied. "Oh, well, my tent is down there in a little clearing just off the parade field. There's another tent there if you want to claim it. Mike thought it was a good idea to have someone near the water at all times." I assumed Mike was the Waterfront Director. I looked at Derek, "Well maybe we'll claim that one, then." We walked with Tim down to the waterfront area and he took us down a short path to a clearing in the woods off the parade field, just above the swimming area. To the right of the path, about 20 yards in, was a small tent on a wooden platform with two cots and mattresses. The flaps were thrown open over the walls of the tent. "Mine is just up there," he said, indicating an identical tent about 25 yards down the path. I could see some swim trunks and a jock strap hanging on a clothes line next to the tent in the trees. "I'll help you guys bring your stuff down, if you want. Sam, we need to get things set up for staff swim tests. Mike wanted us to do them this afternoon." "Cool," I said, noticing that Tim was quite a good looking guy. He wasn't wearing a shirt and he was tanned and smooth, with nice pecs - not too muscular, but not scrawny. He had a great smile, and intoxicating eyes. But he came off very masculine. It may have been the pot, but I felt myself checking out his lean, smooth body and trying to size up the bulge in his trunks. His legs were muscular and hairy. As Tim helped Derek and I bring our things down from the car, we chatted. I learned that he had worked here earlier in the summer as a lifeguard for the 4-H camps that used the camp prior to the boy scout camp. He was 20 and was studying to be an architect. Derek an I unpacked our things and changed. Derek put on jeans and a T and I put on a swim suit and muscle shirt. Tim joined us and we made our way up to the dining hall for lunch. We met a lot of the other staff. Most of them seemed like hicks. Todd saw us come in and came over to our table to sit with us. "Hey Sambo, when'd you get here? It's about time you guys came to save me from all these hicks. Right, Tim?" Todd said, sitting down next to me a slapping me on the back. "Man, these people are weird around here. If I was a sheep, I'd be a little nervous." Tim sort of nodded in agreement with a chuckled as he helped himself to a grilled cheese sandwich and some carrot sticks. "I ran into Chris and he told about your trip up," Todd continued, smiling mischievously, "He got me caught up on everything." Todd nudged me, indicating he was also high. The effects were wearing off on me, but I was very aware of Todd sitting next to me and the touch of his leg against mine on the bench. Throughout lunch, Todd kept brushing against me and every time I felt a shiver run through me and my cock was busting to get out of my trunks. I chalked it up to the effects of the pot, but I was horny as hell. I kept staring at Tim, still shirtless, and felt an incredible urge to suck on his beautiful erect nipples. I guess pot makes me horny.