Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2008 22:57:42 -0500 From: "adibballboy@gmail.com" Subject: Camp Counselors and Their Gear Caution: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between males. Any similarity to actual people or events is coincidental. This is copyrighted material that may not be copied. Feel free to let me know what you think: adibballboy@gmail.com ----- Chris Robertson's watch started beeping at 6:30 am. He silenced it and woke up slowly, until he started to pull himself out of his North Face sleeping bag. The counselor's cabin was freezing, and he knew the showers would be just as cold, so he inched back down into the bag to debate the idea of not showering today. "You awake?" Chris said to the bunk above him. There was no answer. Either Tommy Grasso, the camp's other resident counselor, was still asleep or already working. Chris and Tommy were seniors in high school, volunteering for their third year to staff the school district's week-long camp for sixth-graders. This year they had risen above the rank of cabin counselor to resident counselor, so they didn't have to walk boys to the bathroom in the middle of the night, or negotiate with the troublemakers. This year, they were running the show. Lying in his sleeping bag, Chris imagined his fellow counselor asleep above him. Tommy was a little shorter than Chris, but at 5' 5" still had an impressive body. Tommy played lacrosse and golf, so he worked out regularly, but best of all he was always smiling wide, even to the point where he started to squint around his brown eyes, which were only a shade darker than his tan skin. Thinking about Tommy, up there with his eyes closed, but undoubtedly still smiling, Chris felt a little stirring under his shorts. Chris was 5' 10" and played forward on the school soccer team. Like a typical soccer player, he was built to run, and right now he was enjoying running his hands over his smooth chest through his Under Armour loose t- shirt. Since their school had won a contract with Under Armour, almost all the jocks wore nothing else, and that was fine with Chris. He loved the feel of a tight muscle shirt and compression shorts, just as much as he loved a silky loose shirt and his absolute favorite, the basketball shorts. He had a variety of their "pressure shorts," which despite the name were actually a line of silky basketball shorts that felt great on his hands - and elsewhere. And of course, the best part about Under Armour was seeing all his friends wearing it. Chris' hands worked lower, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and lowering them slightly. He framed his hands around his package, already trying to burst through the tight material of his UA boxer briefs which were forming, he imagined and felt, and perfect bulge around his increasingly hard cock. Finally, Chris deftly pulled his dick out through his fly, and ran his right pointer finger up and down it's 7" length, slowly. Chris flipped onto his stomach and slowly rubbed his hard-on over the inside of his sleeping bag. That was his favorite thing to do in the world, and the feeling was unmatched. The soft, warm, silky material inside his sleeping bag was what he imagined it would feel like to get your dick sucked - or maybe even something else. He worked around slowly, trying to stay quiet, but also to find a spot he hadn't already left a cum stain on. Without laundry facilities, he had been having the same problem with his favorite pair of UA pressure shorts - no clear place to jerk with. Just as Chris was getting comfortable, the door to the cabin flew open. Chris froze and dropped his face on his pillow, making a pretty convincing act of being asleep. "Wake the fuck up!" Tommy shouted before laughing hysterically. "You're going to be fucking late. I already got the firewood together with the girls." Because they always had to set a good example when the campers were around, they used every moment alone to use profanity and generally act like high school boys - which actually wasn't that different from how the middle school boys acted all the time. "Fuck you, it's too early" Chris murmured, facing away from Tommy. Tommy closed in on Chris fast and jumped on Chris' bunk, mock spooning him and speaking in a falsetto voice. "Honey, wakey-wakey time, time to feed the children," Tommy said, and laughed hard again, slapping Chris' ass through his sleeping bag. Chris' hard-on pulsed at that, and while Tommy got out of Chris' bed, Chris carefully shoved his tool back into his boxer- briefs and pulled up his shorts. Chris rolled over and as Tommy flipped on the lights in the cabin. When the lights came on, Chris was glad to get a good look at Tommy. He was wearing black Adidas tear-away basketball pants, white Adidas Superstar tennis shoes and a long- sleeved black UA shirt. "It's warming up out there," Tommy said, and making sure Chris was watching, he grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled out fast, unsnapping every snap down the side of his pants and flinging them, undone, onto Chris' face. Chris took a deep breath in, quickly enjoying his jock friend's scent. Pulling the pants off his face, Chris was suddenly horrified. "Hey fucker, are those my shorts?" Chris said, seeing Tommy wearing his favorite black UA pressure shorts, currently covered in dry cum. "I don't fucking know, it was dark when I got dressed, I picked up whatever. You want them back?" Tommy said. "Yes, fucking, please," Chris said, hoping Tommy hadn't gotten a good look at the shorts since, or felt the sides of them. On the spot, Tommy pulled the shorts down and around his Adidas shoes. Bunching them up he tossed them on Chris' face too. Chris breathed in even more deeply, loving the smell of his own cum. Before he could do it, Tommy had grabbed the shorts of his face. "What the hell dude, did you drop these in the paper-mâché goo from craft time yesterday?" Tommy had felt the shorts. Chris sunk back a little. Tommy raised the shorts to his face and inhaled. "Holy shit dude, gross!" Tommy shouted and stared at Chris. Chris looked at the floor for a second, until he heard Tommy start to giggle. He looked up to find Tommy grinning, bearing his white teeth, his eyes glittering as he rolled into a full laugh. "Ha, ha, Chris jerks it on his shorts!" he said. "Fuck you," Chris said, nervously laughing. "Wouldn't you like that," Tommy said, standing in front of Chris in his UA shirt and UA boxers. Tommy took another sniff of the shorts. "Smells different than mine," he said, and giggled again. Chris, at about eye-level with Tommy's thighs, was pretty sure he started to see something growing in Tommy's silky, elastic UA boxers. "How would you know, asshole?" Chris said. Tommy walked over to his bag and pulled out a pair of shiny Nike lacrosse shorts. For the third time, he threw the article of clothing on Chris' face. Chris inhaled the amazing scent of Tommy's boy juice, not even bothering to hide his awe for the jock and his smelly shorts. Tommy peeled the shorts of Chris' face and rubbed them against his growing boner through his UA boxers. "Yeah dude, it's fuckin' hot!" Tommy said. "You want to find out how hot it is?" Chris had no idea what was going on. He nodded slowly. Tommy reached into the bottom bunk and took hold of Chris under his arms. Tommy pulled him to the edge of the bed and, dropping his shorts on Chris' pillow, fished his cock out of his boxers. "Come on dude, don't you guys on the soccer team ever play this game?" Tommy asked. "What game?" Chris said, not believing this was happening. "Loosely, it's called fuckin' get off!" Tommy said, laughing again. He lowered his dick to Chris' mouth, and Chris took it in slowly. Chris couldn't get Tommy's whole 6" in, but he worked around the top half as he unzipped his sleeping bag. Tommy smiled and moaned low. Once Chris had his bag opened he pushed his shorts down with one hand and pulled out his dick, still 7" of hard, pulsing tool. "Nice one!" Tommy said. "Mmm, mmm," Chris said with his mouth full of cock. "Get out of bed you lazy ass," Tommy said, and Chris released Tommy's cock and climbed out of bed. Tommy grabbed him around the waist and pushed him up against a bedpost before planting his mouth on Chris' and engaging in a passionate make-out. Chris and Tommy's dicks stood straight up, rubbing against each other and against their soft UA shirts. After a few minutes, Tommy sunk to his knees and took Chris' tool into his mouth. Chris gasped, not only at the amazing feeling, but at the sight of this hot jock bobbing up an down on his hard-on. He focused on Tommy's cock, bobbing up and down with the rest of his body and leaking pre-cum slowly. Chris was so lost in the surprise of the whole event, he didn't realize he was going to cum. Suddenly he shouted. "Oh my fuck!" Chris yelled as he started to fire jets of hot cum down Tommy's throat, then in his mouth, then on his face as Tommy pulled off but switched to slowly jerking Chris' dick. "You want to fuckin' warn me next time, asshole?" Tommy said, laughing. "Get this shit off my face." Chris knelt down and, alternating with passionate kisses, licked his seed off Tommy's tan, smiling face. Tommy stood up. "Don't think you're getting away with a freebee," Tommy said. Chris smiled and grabbed Tommy's dick, feeling the smooth puling head, the veiny shaft, the only slightly hairy balls, which had popped out the fly of his boxers. Taking Tommy's dick into his mouth, Chris moved his hands to Tommy's firm ass, feeling how wonderful it felt beneath the soft UA boxers. Wanting nothing but to give Tommy the amazing pleasure he had just had, Chris moved his hands to lift up Tommy's shirt and feel his growing six-pack, reaching almost to his nipples. "Ohhh," Tommy said. "Ohhh, shit, you soccer boys know how to do it. You hot fucker. Eat my cock, take my lacrosse cock, soccer boy." Amid his stream of expletives, Tommy started to fire shot after shot on Chris' face. Gagging, Chris pulled back and pointed Tommy's dick at his UA shirt, watching the hot shots of white drop on his back shirt. "Nice job," Tommy said and smiled. "But now we're really fucking late. You should probably get a new shirt." "You should probably put some pants on," Chris said, laughing. "What did you mean, give you some warning next time?" "I mean, fuckin', like, when you got your cock in my mouth tonight, give me a goddamn heads up," Tommy said. They both laughed as Chris got a little hard again, thinking of what was to come. TO BE CONTINUED...