Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2007 19:55:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Hairy Guy Subject: Camp Youngwood parts 1 & 2 Hi all and thanks for reading. I haven't tried my hand at something like this before. For those expecting hot, sweaty sex, this may not be for you. I've tried to make it feel as accurate as possible to what may actually happen at an all-boys camp. So, sorry, there won't be any young boys with 10 in cocks or who seduce the counselor in the lake. What there will be is a look at the burgeoning sexuality of a couple of 13 year olds. I've tried to write fiction that feels like it could be real. I appreciate any feedback you may have, or any stories of your experiences at sleepaway camp. I've written only these first two parts so far; we'll see how the story grabs me as I go along. Anyway...enjoy! Btw...the usual disclaimers apply. If this ain't your cup of tea, don't drink it! Part 1: Good Morning! As the wake-up bell rang, 13 year old William stirred. He was momentarily disoriented; why were there so many people in his bedroom? Then he remembered: it was his first morning at Camp Youngwood! Camp Youngwood for Boys was situated in a semi-isolated region of upper New York, almost to the Canadian border. For nearly 75 years, it had played a role in the development of boys aged 8-15. Boys were organized into cabins by age level, with 1 adult (usually a boy in his late teens) assigned as the counselor. This was Will's second year. As the cabin came to life around him, William became aware of something else: his rock hard 4 ½ inch erection pressing into the mattress. The pressure of his body against mattress sent pleasant sensations throughout his lanky 5'6" frame; it was all he could do to not grind his boner against his bed to increase the feelings. If he was at home, he would have rolled over, gripped his throbbing shaft in his right hand, and had a nice lazy wake-up stroke. However, the presence of 7 other 13 year olds (not to mention the counselor!) deterred him. He was soon to be faced with a new dilemma, though--getting out of bed without his morning wood being discovered. "Everybody up! Breakfast in 10 minutes! We're not gonna be late!" bellowed Jason, their 19 year old counselor as he emerged from his private room at the back of the cabin. Some of the boys jumped right up and began to pull on the de facto camp uniform: t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers or sandals. Three boys, however, seemed hesitant to get out of bed: William, Ben, and Dan. Ben was the shortest boy in the cabin, standing only 5'1", with a compact frame, delicate features, and straight brown hair parted down the middle, hanging almost to his neck. Dan's close-cut blond hair sat atop a sturdy 5'4" frame, his sparkling blue eyes accentuating a roundish face. Will was the skinniest boy in the cabin, with the muscles of his chest and abs showing some definition from his time spent swimming for his school team. While these boys were all relative strangers, they all had in common a reason for not getting out of bed: fear of embarrassment if their morning stiffies were seen. Each boy's contemplation of his situation, however, was soon interrupted by Jason. "Ben! Will! Dan! Get going you three!" Jason yelled out. "I don't care if you're harder than Chinese algebra! We're all guys here. No need to be ashamed." While the other 5 guys giggled, Will Dan and Ben blushed as they got out of their bunks. Trying not to be noticed, Will checked out the bulging crotches of his cabin mates; he knew his own boner stood up from his few wiry brown pubes at a nearly 60 degree angle, ensuring only a small tent would be visible in his boxers--but what about the other guys? He'd never seen another guy's hard-on before. Ben, he noticed, was wearing boxer-briefs. These seemed to highlight his nearly 5 inch erection, which seemed inordinately large on his small frame. But while puberty had yet to make Ben taller or hairier, it had spurred growth in his groin. Now, his boner was making a noticeable tent as he stood up and looked for some shorts in his trunk. Dan, meanwhile, was doing his best to keep is stiff 5 ¼ inches from being too apparent in his boxers. His success at this, however, was minimal as Will and the other boys took notice of his state of arousal. Will noticed that in the course of satisfying his curiosity, his own erection was firmer than ever, and he thought he felt a little liquid emerge onto his dickhead. Was he becoming more aroused by the sight of his cabin mates' bulges? What did this mean? He tried to put these questions out of his head, however, as he pulled on clothes and left with the rest of the cabin for breakfast. Part 2: Good Night! The rest of the first day of camp went normally for Will and his cabinmates. Morning meant cabin clean up and cabin activity; afternoon meant skills classes and freetime. Throughout the day, Will's mind would wander back to the sights of the morning, and he would find his groin tightening in response. As bedtime approached, he found himself wondering when he would be able to get a few minutes alone to relieve the building pressure. At home, he jacked off 2 or 3 times a day. It had now been nearly 42 hours since he last let loose a load, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for 2 weeks. "I'll have to find some time to get away from my friends and go to the washhouse for 10 minutes," he thought. But that privacy wasn't going to happen this night. Following the all-camp game of capture the flag, all the campers headed back to their cabins to get ready for bed. The campers all crowded into the washhouse to brush their teeth, wash their faces, and go to the bathroom. Once back in the cabin, Jason led the cabin in the pre-bed chat, encouraging the campers to share their high points from their first day at camp. When that was done, Jason said to his guys "Alright! I'm headed out for a couple of hours. There are 2 counselors on duty in the village if you need anything. They'll be checking to make sure you've gone to bed, so keep the noise down!" With that, he left the boys alone without supervision for the first time since their arrival 36 hours before. For about 15 minutes, there was light, whispered conversation as the boys enjoyed their liberty. One by one, the exhausted 13 year olds drifted off to sleep, until only 2 boys remained awake. Will always took a long time to fall asleep, and this night was no different. He focused on his breathing, trying to calm his racing mind. He couldn't get the image of Ben and Dan's distended underwear out of his head; he couldn't stop wondering what lay beneath the thin cloth. His own erection throbbed, and his balls had begun to get a dull ache. It was all he could do to not pull it out and pound away on it. But the fear of discovery deterred him, and he tried to focus on other things to fall asleep. And he nearly succeeded. Will's eyelids were beginning to droop when he became aware of a new sound in the cabin. At first it was faint and hard to identify. As he listened more closely, however, he noticed the sound had a rhythm to it: a faint sound of flesh on flesh. Continuing to listen carefully, Will began to realize what he was hearing--one of his cabin mates was jacking off! This realization woke Will up completely, and his penis stiffened again in his boxers. "I wonder who it is?" he thought. "He must be pretty horny to do it where he might get caught." Will began to look around the cabin, trying to see who was doing it. A small gasp from the bunk across from his drew his attention. This seemed to be where the stroking sounds were coming from, as well. "It's Ben!" he realized. Another gentle gasp from Ben was all it took to spur Will into action. He quietly slid out of his sleeping bag, and slid his hand under the waistband of his boxers. He grasped his stiff boyhood firmly with his right hand, and it was all he could do to not moan aloud at the sensation. Will noticed, meanwhile, that Ben's breathing was becoming faster, and there was now a slick sound to Ben's stroking. "He must leak that stuff that comes out first, too," Will realized. Will couldn't believe how horny listening to Ben was making him feel, and as he began to stroke his young cock in the way he knew and loved, he was straining his ears to catch every detail he could of Ben's solo sex. Will was stroking for about 3 minutes, his own young cock leaking pre-cum now, his long fingers swirling around the sensitive glans, when he heard a sharp intake of breath from Ben, followed by a couple of soft moans, and finally a long, relaxed sigh. Will knew Ben had just cum, and this realization pushed him over the edge. Hot jizz began to spurt from the tip of his dick, one, two, three times, covering his belly, hand, and boxers with his slick semen. Will couldn't contain him self, and, not caring if Ben heard him, gasped with every spasm of his strong orgasm. Sighing deeply, more cum lazily oozed out of the tip of his dick, and Will lay there caressing his softening penis, milking out the last of his boy juice. Lost in his post-orgasmic glow, Will was shocked when he heard.. "Dude, that was amazing! Did it feel as good as it sounded?"