From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Fun At Camp [1/5]
Date: 8 Jul 1996 23:55:44 GMT

				 Camp
			     Chapter One

	Phil woke up in his camp bunk, once again with his shorts
sticking straight out and his 12 year old hard-on dick pushing them.
Every day now, for the past three weeks, ever since he had arrived at
Sleepaway Camp, his dick had been hard under his shorts when he woke
up. He didn't know why, it didn't happen like this at home, where he
slept in his own room. He wasn't sure if it was the "mountain air" or
if it was the presence of the other 12 boys, all 12 years old, running
around naked to get to the bathroom.

	All he knew was that he was glad he was in the upper bunk, and
that he had a chance to hide his meat until it went down, so the other
boys wouldn't make fun of him like they did of Perry, at whose almost
permanent boner they were always grabbing and hitting with their
towels.

	"Hey, Phil," called Steve, his best friend and one of the best
athletes in the Camp, "climb out of that bunk and lets get going for
breakfast, or are you afraid your dick will bump into the wall before
you do?" "Oh, no, they know," thought Phil. "They must have seen my
boner, and now they will all think I am a gay or something."

	Perry walked over the Phil's bunk. "Hey," he said, "don't
worry. We all wake up that way, and there is no counselor in here. Why
don't you just share it with us like I do." "Yeah," said Steve,
pulling his oversized PJs down and displaying a hard boy dick, "let's
have some fun."

	Phil was glad that Steve had come over and shown his dick, and
not just Perry. Perry was someone that they were always making fun of,
but Steve was the best liked boy in the camp, and his best friend,
too. Phil paused for a minute, trying to gather his wits about him. He
didn't know what they were talking about.

	He studied Steve's dick as he thought. Steve's dick was hard,
very hard, and unlike Phil's own, there was some hair around the base
of it which curled around his shaft and balls.

	Steve stepped out of his PJ bottoms, and pulled off the t-
shirt top that he was wearing, revealing his completely naked body.

	Phil noticed the brown curly hairs under his armpits, too,
which he had seen many times before in the showers. In fact, he had
seen all of Steve's naked body before, including his dick and hair on
his crotch, his balls, and his ass, but this time everything seemed
different. This time it wasn't just another boy in the showers.

	This time it was his best friend who was staring at him with
something new in his eyes, and this time Phil's own dick was growing
so hard that there was no way he could hide it; so hard that he was
sure it would never go down again... "Come on, Phil.

	Come on down," Steve said looking up at him with his big brown
eyes. "You can see that I am showing my hard on, why won't you show
yours. Maybe we can all get off together and compare our cum." Phil
really didn't know what to say. He really didn't know what they were
talking about. Phil was an only child and had never cum, had no older
brothers to show him anything, and only knew about such things from
classes at school and dirty jokes on the playground. None of it was
real to him yet... "Steve," Phil called down to his best friend, "what
do you want me to do? What do you mean? I really don't know!"

	"Come on, Phil. I am gonna show you some stuff that will feel
really good," Steve whispered back to his young friend.

	"These dicks are good for much more than pissing with, and I
am gonna show a couple of tricks which will keep you busy for the
whole summer at camp."

	Steve turned to Perry, and started to rub Perry's dick which
was pushing straight out against his shorts. After a couple of rubs,
Perry reached up and pulled his shorts down, revealing a naked boner
the same size as Steve's, and then reached over and took Steve's boner
in his own hand. Phil didn't know what to say or do or think. Here
were his best friend and the most popular guy in camp, and the bunk
dick, rubbing each other's pricks and right in front of everybody,
too.

	Steve turned to Phil and said: "Look, Phil. I am gonna explain
to you. When a guy like us gets excited, he can make this juice cum
out through the end of his dick, and when that stuff squirts out, it
feels really good, like the best good feeling you can ever have. I
have been doing it for a year, ever since my cousin showed me when we
went to visit him. Come on down and let me show you up close what is
gonna happen to Perry and me.

	Phil jumped down off the top bunk, his very stiff little boy-
dick now sticking out through the fly on his PJs. Steve looked over at
his friend's tool, and said: "Phil, take off your bottoms, if you want
to. Just follow what Perry and I are doing and see if it doesn't feel
great."

	Phil was too shy to remove his bottoms. He just sat on the
edge of the bunk and watched. Steve and Perry were stroking their
tools, first each his own meat, then reaching over and stroking each
other, then back to his own. "Phil, soon a little juice is gonna come
on the outside of our slits. Watch for it, it means that we are
getting ready to shoot some cream."

	"What is this cream stuff?" Phil asked his friend. "It is what
shoots out of a man's dick when he fucks," Steve said, while Perry
laughed and said, "Yeah, no matter what he is fucking." Steve grinned
and said "Look Phil, it is gonna start to cum now. It feels really
great when it cums out this way, but even better when it shoots. It is
inside my balls, see how tight up against my crotch they are now,
that's cause they are getting ready to shoot." Phil got all his
courage together and got up and came over to where the two boys were
beating each other off. He looked up close at Steve's hard meat, which
was beginning to swell even bigger and to throb. Sure enough, there
was a little pearly drop of creamy white goo on the end of it,
glistening in the early morning sunlight. All of the boys had come
close to look, some were stroking their own hardons, some panting and
licking their lips, all except for one boy serving as lookout at the
window, to make sure no nosey counselor was coming near.

	Phil was fascinated by the drop glistening on the end of
Steve's now enormous dick. The head of Steve's tool was so hard and
swollen and tight that the skin was almost as tight as a drum, and the
skin itself seemed to glow with an inner light. At the same time,
Steve's balls in their lightly fuzzed little sack were pulled up so
tight against this body that they had almost seemed to disappear.
Steve was breathing very heavily now, stroking his own tool and not
speaking much. Steve tried to talk to his friend through his
panting... "Come on over a little closer, Phil.

	Don't worry, it will happen soon and I want you to get a
really good look at the juice cumming out of my dick. That is what it
is all about, and what you have to learn about if you are gonna join
us in our fun here. Come on closer, don't worry."

	Phil moved over right in front of his friend's dick and
looked. Steve was beating away at his meat with a steady, hard rhythm,
and the little drop of juice was gone from the tip. Phil bent over to
look for it, and noticed that the slit of the tip was pulled wide by
the swelling, and he thought he could almost see up inside clear to
his friend's balls. Just then, as he bent over to look inside, Steve
began to move faster and his dick swelled even more, until he gave a
little cry and shot a load of white, sticky, creamy juice out of the
end. The load spurted out and hit Phil right on the chin and chest.
Phil jumped back, but he was already covered with the white stuff,
some of which had shot onto his PJs and some onto his dick itself.

	Steve laughed, and said "Don't worry, Phil. It can't hurt you.
Let me wipe some off," and with that he reached over with his own PJ
bottoms and started to wipe the juice off of Phil's still very stiff
rod...

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Fun At Camp [2/5]
Date: 9 Jul 1996 02:25:42 GMT

				 Camp
			     Chapter Two

	  Phil wanted to jump back, but was frozen by the unfamiliar
situation. His own dick was harder than it had ever been in his life,
and was sticking out of his PJ fly. Steve had his hand over it,
grasping it with one hand and wiping it off with his PJs in the other,
and Perry was standing next to him, stroking his own hard dick and
smiling.

	"What's the matter, Phil?" Perry asked him, slowly turning to
face him with his hard dick pointing at his face. "Didn't you like the
feeling of Steve's cum on your face?" Perry began to stroke his dick
faster and faster and to push the tight head of it closer and closer
to Phil.

	"Back off, Perry," Steve said to him, standing up and facing
him. "You'll get off, I promise you. But slow down. Phil is scared and
we want him to enjoy this, like we all do. Back down!"

	Steve was the strongest, fastest and best looking 12 year old
in camp, and no body was going to argue with him. He turned back to
Phil, and gently began to rub Phil's hard dick with his hand.

	"Look Phil, doesn't that feel good?" Steve asked him. "Yeah,
Steve, it does" Phil replied, all the time blushing and feeling
embarrassed. "It feels really good, I don't think that I have ever
felt anything that felt better before."

	"Look, Phil," Steve said, "I want you to cum the same as I
did, just like you just saw. It feels really good, and I want you to
learn about it so that we can do it together and have even more fun
together. What do you say, would you like to learn about it and try
it?"

	Phil was very embarrassed. He loved the feeling of Steve
feeling his cock and stroking it, but he was embarrassed to be doing
all this in front of the other boys. Some of them had dropped their PJ
bottoms now, and were standing around naked from the waist down, with
hard dicks, stroking them in various stages of ecstasy. He looked
around. It was hard to really talk with his friend Steve with all
these other guys and this was something he needed to talk about.

	"Steve," Phil stammered, "I don't know, I like what you are
doing, I guess, but all these guys, well... " Steve understood.

	"Let's go into the shower room, Phil." he said. Steve and Phil
went together into the shower room of the camp bunk house, and shut
the door. It wasn't a very good door, and the other guys could see in
through lots of cracks in it and the walls, but they were more alone
than before, and all the guys had gotten used to pretending privacy in
the camp showers and toilets. Steve led his friend to the far wall of
the showers, where they could sit on a bench where the boys usually
undressed for bathing. They sat on the bench together, Phil still
wearing his PJs, Steve naked.

	"Phil," Steve said. "You are my best friend, and I want to
share this really great feeling with you. Let me help you." And with
that, Steve began to pull Phil's t-shirt off his body, and then pulled
his PJ bottoms off and threw them in the corner. Both boys were naked
now. Steve knelt down on the floor in front of Phil and began to
massage his hard dick with both hands. "Phil,"

	Steve said. "I want you to really enjoy your first orgasm, so
I am gonna get it off for you. All you have to do is to lean back and
relax and enjoy what is gonna be the most awesome and intense
experience of your life."

	Steve moved his head close to Phil's dick and spit on his
hands which were covering Phil's dick. The saliva dripped onto the
dickhead and Steve rubbed it onto the shaft and began to beat Phil's
dick slowly and gently, not pressing too hard to allow the saliva to
be a good lubricant. Phil leaned back against the wall and closed his
eyes. He was so confused. He had never felt anything so good as what
Steve was doing to him, but it was wrong, wasn't it. "Steve, please,
stop, this is wrong, isn't it?" Phil asked his friend, even as Steve
was spitting more saliva onto his hand and rubbing Phil's dick a
little faster. "No way, it is not wrong," Steve replied. "How can
anything that feels this good be wrong, and it doesn't hurt anyone, it
is natural. You saw me cum, well all the guys cum, and we want you
with us."

	Phil didn't know what to do. Should he get up and walk away,
should he reach down and do the same to Steve's now hard-again dick,
should he begin to rub his own dick, or should he just lean back and
feel these wonderful feelings that were beginning to spread around his
crotch and up and down the inside of his legs.

	"Steve, help me. Tell me what to do," Phil gasped as he felt
his balls begin to creep up to his crotch and tighten up. "Don't do
anything, Phil my friend," said Steve. "Let me do all the do-ing this
time. Your chance to return the favor will come soon, don't worry.
Just lay back and let me do my thing."

	Phil had to do it. Steve was his best friend, and if Steve
said it was ok, then he believed him. Steve always knew what he was
doing. Phil lay back and relaxed. He leaned his head back against the
wall. "That's more like it," Steve said. He took one of Phil's legs
and lifted it up onto the bench, so that his crotch was wide open.
Steve began to spit a lot onto Phil's glistening dick and dickhead,
and to massage his balls with the other hand.

	Slowly he spit onto Phil's balls also and rubbed them. Then he
spit on his finger and moved it slowly down from Phil's balls and
towards his tight little asshole which was exposed by his position on
the bench. Steve began to rub around the outside of his friend's
asshole at the same time that he spit more and more onto his dick and
began to stroke it with long, slow strokes. Phil was so shocked he
didn't know what to think, but he knew that a feeling was building up
in his balls and dick that he couldn't control and that was not like
anything else that he had ever felt. The moving finger near his
asshole just made the new feelings in his dick and balls more intense.

	After a few minutes, Steve took both his hands and spit on the
palms and began to stroke Phil's dick first with one hand, then the
other in a continuous motion. Steve took Phil's body and lay him down
on the bench so that his hard dick was jutting straight up in the air
from his body, and then began to stroke again, with first one hand,
then the other, then the other, then the other, continuously stoking
his dick. Phil's balls felt like they were on fire. He couldn't
believe it. They felt so tight that they were going to go through his
body and come out his asshole. They were hot, swollen, filled with
some unbelievable fluid, some fire, some juice.

	"Steve," Phil gasped. "I don't think I can take any more.

	Something is gonna happen, I am gonna blow up or something, I
think I am gonna pass out!"

	"Hang in there, guy!" Steve urged his friend. "You're gonna
blow your cookies any second now, I can tell." Steve increased the
speed of his massage just a little bit, all the time talking with Phil
and urging him to relax and cum. "Here you cum, friend. Cum on little
brother, here cums your first big load. Cum on, Phil.

	I can see the juice all the way back in your balls heating up,
boiling over, ready to shoot out. Relax, Phil. Let me do the work,
just feel your dick and balls getting ready to pump and pump and pump
that white creamy juice out of your dick slit, just like I did. Cum on
Phil, here it cummmmmssssss... "

	Phil gave a little groan of pleasure, then a tremendous sigh,
and then a scream. All of a sudden he felt as if his body were going
to explode, then as if it were going to explode out through his dick,
as if his dick were a cannon and his body was going to be compressed
and shot out through his cannon. His balls were on fire, hot enough to
burn, and then he felt a warm, wet sensation start to move up the
shaft of his dick, until he felt his dick and balls and inside his ass
and his legs start to convulse and pump and glob after glob of white,
sticky, creamy, thick boycum shot out of his dick and all over his
chest, belly, face, neck, arms, and shoulders. His cum spurted and
spurted out, load after load, glob after glob, as if his 12 years of
life had been in preparation for this, as if he had been saving up all
this lovely cum for 12 long years. It covered his body, and covered
the hands, face, arms, chest and lips of his friend Steve, who seemed
to be staring in amazement at the quantity of it.

	Finally it began to slow down, and Steve stopped rubbing his
friend's dick. "How was that, Phil. Boy, it must have been really
great. I thought you were never gonna stop!" Steve said to his friend
Phil.

	"It was... It was... well, awesome, I guess," said Phil,
grinning from one side of his head to the other. "I never ever felt
anything like that before. But what about you, Steve, I want to do
something for you now, cause you did this for me. I don't know, but
something."

	"Don't worry, Phil. You did. I loved watching you cum. And
don't worry, cause we are all gonna do something together I really
like, really soon."

	Steve and Phil looked at each other, and then...

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Fun At Camp [3/5]
Date: 8 Jul 1996 23:56:49 GMT

				 Camp
			    Chapter Three

	The door to the shower room burst open, and Perry and a couple
of the other boys came in. They were all naked and holding onto their
dicks, which were in the process of shooting gobs of cum all over
their hands and bellies.

	"We couldn't wait anymore," Perry said. "It is almost time for
breakfast and we were so hot watching you that we just had to cum."
Perry's dick was the only one of the three that was still hard, and
was still oozing gobs of jizm, some of which were dripping onto the
tile floor of the shower room. He was still stroking his dick up and
down, milking the last drops of cum out of it casually.

	"You are right," Steve said. "It is almost time for breakfast,
and we can't afford to be late and have a counselor looking for us.
Unless it is Joe," he added, laughing.

	All the boys laughed at this and began to wipe the cum off
their chests and hands and dicks. Some of the other boys came in also,
most of them were also in the last stages of young boy-dick hardons
shrinking after a good morning jack off. A few of the boys were in the
shower, washing themselves off and a couple were washing each other,
rubbing soap into each other's or their own crotch-hairs, removing the
sticky gobs of boycum.

	Phil went up to Steve and began to wash in the stream of water
next to his friend. "What is this about Joe?" asked Phil. Joe was one
of the young counselors-in-training, a 17 year old Eagle Scout, High
School Swimmer and about the best looking CIT. He was always wearing
jogging shorts which bulged out deliciously in the front, but
sometimes, after swimming or in the evenings, when he was alone with
the intermediate boys, he didn't always wear a jock strap under them,
and his balls and sometimes even his round, cut dick would hang out
under the side vent of his shorts. Phil hadn't thought much about it
before. It was an all boys camp, and since there were no girls, not
even counselors or help, he thought it was natural that Joe might not
worry about exposing his meat. But Joe was the only CIT who did, so
far as Phil knew.

	"Joe is really into the kind of stuff we were just doing,"

	Steve told his friend. But don't say anything to anyone, cause
he is not really supposed to be showing us stuff like this. It is a
bunk secret, just like what we did today. It is called jacking off,
and Joe is the Camp champ. He can beat his own meat for almost half an
hour before shooting his load, and when he does, it is the biggest I
have ever seen. It is even bigger than yours was, Phil." Steve added,
smiling at his friend. Phil blushed, and started to turn away because
his dick swelled a little at this talk. "Don't be embarrassed, Phil,"
Steve said quietly to him.

	Phil turned back as Steve took some soap and began to wash his
dick, which was also standing part way at attention again. "There is
nothing to be embarrassed about. Look," Steve went on, "it is
something natural for us all to do."

	With this, Steve soaped his hands some more and started to
wash Phil's dick and pubic hairs, rubbing his soaping hands down and
around Phil's now relaxed ball sack, and finally up into his crack and
around his asshole. Phil was transfixed by the warm sensations
beginning to pulse through his young body again, so soon after his
morning shoot. Phil naturally spread his legs a little as Steve began
to wash his ass-crack from the front, and was a little surprised when
Steve reached around and began to rub his asscheeks with the other
soaping hand. Suddenly, Steve's soapy finger found its way a little
bit inside of Phil's back door, and began to probe gently inside his
back channel, gently washing the walls of his asshole and rectum. Phil
felt his dick start to really start up again.

	Steve withdrew his finger and gave Phil a few more massages of
the asscheeks and ball sack, then stood up, his own dick fully hard
again. "Whew," Steve said to his friend. We are gonna have to stop
this now and get on about the day's sports and stuff. But, boy, are
we gonna have some stuff to show you tonight!"

	Phil looked down at his hard dick, which was just beginning to
go down now that the stimulus in this asshole had stopped. What was in
store for him that night, he wondered. He trusted Steve, and was
anxious to learn more about these new uses for his body.

	He knew that Joe was scheduled to spend the night in their
cabin tonight, and he also wanted to give something to Steve to repay
him for the incredible feeling that his first orgasm had produced.

	"Tonight!" He couldn't wait...

	All day long, Phil couldn't get his thoughts off of the
experiences that he had that morning. His first cumming, his first
encounter with another boy who would teach him those wonderful and
forbidden things that boys do to their own and each other's dicks, and
assholes too, it seemed, because Steve's exploration of his asshole in
the shower told him that his asshole, too, would be a part of what he
would learn. As a little boy he had felt up his own asshole, put his
finger in it on the toilet, and even stuck a carrot in it one day when
he was alone at home, but never had he realized that it was going to
be a part of his sexual education.

	During breakfast he had to sit with his napkin on his lap,
because his shorts showed the size of the hard-on dick which kept
growing and shrinking between his legs as his thoughts returned to the
morning's fun and games. Every time another boy would bump into him in
soccer, he would think of it as a chance to be felt up and to feel the
other boy. Some of the boys must have known what had happened, as, of
course, his cabin mates did, because many of the soccer tackles
erupted into boys falling all over each other in a pile, and a couple
of times he was sure that boys were deliberately feeling his dick
through his shorts. One time, in the midst of a pile, he was sure that
one boy with a big boner was trying to pull his shorts off, but it was
over to soon to tell.

	At lunch Joe sat at his table. Joe was one of the most popular
counselors in the camp. He was everybody's idea of the perfect big
brother, tall (5'11"), well built (a college varsity gymnast and
wrestler), tight (165#), blond, almost completely hairless except for
his armpits and chest and light fuzz on his legs, very good looking,
bright, kind, fun, a good story teller, friendly, and very comforting
to boys who were hurt, homesick, or just lonely. Many times Joe had
comforted boys in the cabin who were crying at night, and he would
always allow any boy to come into his bunkbed and would hug and cradle
him if he were hurt or lonesome. Joe slept in different cabins each
week. He was the senior counselor for the intermediate boys, and
visited each of the boys' cabins during the eight week session. He was
scheduled to stay in Phil's cabin this week.

	Joe looked at Phil very curiously during lunch.

	"Phil, you look different today, somehow," Joe said to him
over dessert. "I don't know what it is, you look kind of happier,
older, more relaxed, I don't know, but different. Is everything ok?"

	"Yeah, Joe," Phil answered, looking down at his plate and
blushing bright red. He wasn't sure if Joe knew or not, but he was
afraid he did. These were secret things, between the boys, and Joe was
too close to being an adult. "I guess I am just getting into camp, you
know, and getting sunburned and older I guess." It sounded pretty lame
to himself, and in addition, his dick got rock hard again under Joe's
staring eyes. When lunch was over, he really had to maneuver to get up
without the whole camp seeing his hardon dick.

	The afternoon was more of the same, more contact sports,
wrestling this time, and more hardons, furtive gropes, and a couple of
tug downs on his wrestling shorts. The wrestling coach was Joe, and
after a couple of obvious gropes on the part of Phil's partner, Joe
called him over.

	"Look, Phil," Joe said to him, taking him aside. "You aren't
really concentrating on wrestling today. Let me show you a couple of
new moves, maybe that will interest you and you will be able to get
into it again."

	Joe took Phil over to the mat on the side of the gym, and told
the other boys to continue with their practicing. Joe told Phil to get
down on his hands and knees, in the bottom position, and assumed the
beginning wrestling pose on top. His arm was around Phil's waist, and
his other hand on Phil's arm. The hand around Phil's waist was loosely
on Phil's stomach, and when he said "START," as Phil tried to stand
up, his hand slipped down and brushed firmly and definitely over
Phil's dick, now starting to be very definitely and embarrassingly
stiff again. Joe's hand came to rest on Phil's balls and he easily
flipped the young boy over on his back and pinned him to the mat, his
full weight resting on his now straining dick and balls.

	Joe looked straight into Phil's eyes, counted to three and got
up, never mentioning the boner he had certainly felt, but told Phil to
get on top this time. As soon as Phil had assumed the top position,
and said "START," Joe slipped around him and came from behind him,
grinning his crotch into his ass, and pressing him down and into the
mat. He slid his large and strong body over Phil's, rolling him over
onto his back, and pinning him again, this time his crotch pressing
into Phil's. As he counted very slowly to three, Phil felt his College
Stud Counselor cock begin to swell and press down on his already
raging Hard-On.

	Joe lay on top of Phil after the pin was counted out. He
looked around. All the other boys had gone to the lake for compulsory
swim, and only Joe and Phil were left in the gym. Phil felt as if Joe
were getting heavier and heavier, as the gorgeous counselor started to
press his swelling crotch into his young camper's groin. Phil's hard-
on boner grew as stiff and painful as it had been that morning when he
had shot his virgin load all over his friend Steve. Joe looked down
into Phil's eyes, his gaze boring into Phil's as if there were nothing
else in the world other than their two bodies pressed together, their
two crotches joined at the dick, their balls starting to press into
each other through the thin nylon material of their shorts, the light
cotton of their briefs.

	Joe pressed harder and harder for what seemed like an hour to
Phil, but what was really only about 30 seconds, and then he started
to get up. "Come on, Phil," he said with a smile.

	"You've got to get ready to strip down for swimming, and I
think we had better take a walk to the lake. We'll walk slowly," Joe
said, with a secret smile. Phil wasn't sure of what the counselor
meant. Was he referring to his hard on? He didn't know what to make of
it.

	When Joe and Phil got to the lake the other boys were already
in the water. This was an all boys camp, and swimming was done nude.
The rest of the intermediate boys were in the lake, with no clothes
on. Some of the boys were in compulsory swimming, floating on their
bellies and doing the Australian crawl, their naked buns sticking up
from the clear blue water of the lake. A small group was taking a
test, floating on their backs for 5 minutes. Most of their dicks were
shrunken by the cold water, but a couple had soft-ons lying sideways
across their thighs. One had a soft-on across his belly. There were
many counselors around, and although there were some shy glances at
other guys' meat, there was no fooling around, groping or other sex
play...

	Around a bend in the lake a few of the older guys were engaged
in free swim, and were practicing snorkeling on the lake bottom. Joe
raced Phil to the lakeside shower area, where they stripped out of
their shorts and briefs, and raced to the edge of the water. Joe ran
into the water up to his neck and began to swim over to where the
older boys were snorkeling. Phil had to join his group in
instructional swim.

	As he began the swim lesson for the day, he could hear
enticing laughter and giggles coming from the snorklers as Joe swam
around under water in their midst, between their legs and around their
naked bodies. He could only dream and imagine about what might be
happening there, in the cool darkness of the lake bottom. He quickly
began swimming to hide and shrink his young boy-dick, which was
beginning its swelling again.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Fun At Camp [4/5]
Date: 9 Jul 1996 02:26:18 GMT

				 Camp
			     Chapter Four

	After dinner (which was another session of trying to hide his
almost constantly expanding hard dick), most of Phil's cabin- mates
took showers and changed before the evening activities.

	Phil began to notice that his eye was constantly drawn to the
clean, white almost iridescent underpants of his friends which peeked
out from under their camp shorts as they lay on their bunks to write
letters home or to read or to play games.

	Phil began to notice something. His friends shorts showed
different degrees of bulging, different sizes of dicks and balls.

	Some of them were what he began to call "heavy" in the basket,
their shorts showing a very definite bulge in front which he could not
tear his eyes from. Some showed almost no bulge in front at all, but
their white shorts hugged in back a beautiful line of thigh flesh
softly meeting a rounded slope of an asscheek. He had never noticed
these things before. The heavier front bulges made his cock ache, and
the rounded sloping asscheeks made his mouth water with some emotion
that was new to him. He lay on his bunk and pressed his expanding dick
into his mattress. The pressure of the swelling of his dick against
the yielding mattress was almost more than he could stand, and he
began to press his crotch down harder and harder, feeling a fire
beginning to scorch his balls.

	"Hey, Phil," his friend Steve called softly over to him from
the next upper, where he was laying. Steve's front showed the best,
most well formed heavy bulge in the cabin, and the way which he was
lying down showed his white, clean, cotton briefs under his gym
shorts. His smooth, clean asscheek was softly melting into the clear,
whiteness of his boy thighs, and his cock and ball bulge was hanging
heavily and gently out the side vent of his shorts...

	"Don't pop your load, Phil," Steve called over, rolling onto
his back and cupping his basket with his smooth, strong boy-hand. "We
have lots of use for that cream tonight, and we don't want to waste
any now." Phil blushed and stopped pressing his crotch into the
mattress.

	Steve jumped down off of his bunk and climbed up onto Phil's.
He rolled his friend over onto his back and looked down at his crotch,
and his hard dick which was making a clear outline in his shorts,
sticking up towards his belly button. Steve cupped his brown, tanned
hand around the ballsack of his friend through his shorts, and began
to squeeze them gently.

	"Hey, Phil. These are loaded, but they only hold so much, and
you've got a lot to learn and a lot to do tonight. Save it, huh?" and
with that Steve gave a final gentle squeeze and hopped down off the
bunk. His dick and balls were so heavy and loose that the pouch of his
white briefs hung down slightly beneath the leg of his shorts.

	Phil followed Steve out of the cabin, his dick slowly
shrinking to more manageable proportions... The evening activity this
night was a movie in the recreation hall, an old Tarzan film starring
Jonny Weismuller and Boy. I was one of those films where boy was about
12 years old, about the same age as Phil, and in which his boy-body
was on almost constant display, on land and under water, his loin
cloth revealing a world class ass and buns. Phil had seen this film
before, but never before had he concentrated on Boy's butt.

	The plot, the adventure, the action, they were unimportant to
him this time, only the desire to see more and more of Boy's lovely
buns and body kept his attention on the screen... Steve sat next to
him in the back of the hall, and pressed his naked leg up against
Phil's. Every time Boy's body showed ass or buns, Steve would lean his
weight against Phil, and sometimes, when the screen was darker and the
room had less reflected light, he would stroke Phil's leg and basket.

	Phil couldn't take much more by the time the movie ended. The
two friends got up together and walked in the dark back to their
cabin. Steve leaned over close to Phil as they approached the lights
glowing from the windows of their cabin and said "Now just take it as
it comes tonight, Phil. You are gonna get a lot of action and learning
tonight, but don't be freaked out.

	If things go too fast, just tell me and I will take care of
you myself." Phil turned to face Steve. He felt close to him and
grateful, he knew that Steve would help him find his way with all the
new feelings and emotions that were ruling him today. "Thanks, Steve,"
Phil whispered. "I only want you to touch me. The others scare me."
Steve leaned over and took Phil by the shoulders. "Let it happen,
Phil. I will be right there with you no matter what," and Steve pulled
Phil to him and hugged him. Phil didn't know how it happened, but the
next thing he knew he and Steve were kissing, their lips pressed
against each other's and their bodies and baskets pressed tight.

	Steve opened his lips and licked Phil's lips with his tongue,
something that had never happened to Phil before. He started to pull
back, and then, without knowing why, he opened his lips and let Steve
stick his tongue into his mouth, and began to lick Steve's tongue with
his. They pulled apart, Phil harder than ever and blushing so red and
hot that he was afraid he would faint. "Don't worry Phil," Steve said.
"We are best friends. We can share anything, even our bodies and our
sweat and our saliva and everything. We are blood brothers."

	By the time Steve and Phil entered the cabin, everybody else
was there. It was close to lights out, and most of the boys were lying
in their bunks. Most of them were only in their white briefs, having
shed their t-shirts and shorts in the cabin which was hot on this warm
summer night. None of the boys was wearing pajamas tonight, it was too
hot, and it was Joe's night to be in their cabin. A couple of the boys
had just taken showers and were lying on their bunks just wearing a
towel around their waists.

	Phil could see their naked boy-meat under the towels, as they
both had their legs cocked as if to deliberately show off their stuff.

	Most of the basket bulges were deliciously swollen now, the
movie, the prospect of the night together and the boy jizz aching to
get out all contributing to a state of readiness. Joe had just taken a
shower himself, and was lying on his bunk, which was the only single
bed in the cabin, completely naked, the towel which had been around
his waist (lucky towel, thought Phil) lying under his perfectly formed
athlete's buns...

	Phil and Steve quickly stripped to their briefs and lay on
their bunks. Joe turned most of the lights off, but deliberately left
on a small lamp near the floor, which cast a warm and gentle glow over
the cabin and the assembled boy-flesh. He lay on his back, his head
propped up on pillows so that he could look at all the boys and also
at his own meat, and waited for the boys to quiet down. "You want a
ghost story?" he asked the cabin at large. "Oh, yeah, yes, sure, right
on" the boys called out.

	Joe reached down and began to scratch his balls and flop his
big soft dick around a little on his belly. Phil's eyes were riveted
to Joe's hand as it stroked his balls, his own hand straying to his
crotch and his own dick which he compared unfavorably with Joe's
impressive, massive equipment.

	The size of Joe's balls was amazing to Phil. He had never seen
anything like them before. He couldn't even begin to estimate the
amount of creamy white life-giving jizz stored up in them, waiting for
the right moment and the right movements to bring it forth into his
waiting hand. (His waiting mouth, he thought, and was shocked that he
would think of such a thing.)

	Joe began his story. All the boys' attention was riveted to
him, his story, but even more to his crotch, his balls and his dick,
his basket, his sack, his waiting tool, his hand making slow, gentle
motions around all this new and wonderful flesh. Phil wished he were
that hand, and that hand was on his dick, and that he was in Joe's
arms, in his body, Joe in his body, he didn't know what, he just knew
that he wanted something he never had before, something he didn't even
know what was.

	Joe's story was about a camper, a young 12 year old boy camper
who was captured by a madman who ate boy's dicks and balls for
breakfast. He told it with style and with both humor and a scary
quality that entranced the boys. Part of the story involved the hero's
trying to hide his dick and balls to convince the villain that he
didn't have any, to save them.

	Each time that Joe would get to that part of the story, he
would show them, by covering up his own dick and balls with his large,
tanned hand, and would encourage them to try to hide their own
equipment themselves, to get more into the story and to see if the
hero would be able to do it. This started, after the third or fourth
time, to get a few of the boys hot and semi-hard, which immediately
took advantage of in his story, saying that the same thing had
happened to the hero of the story when he tried to cover his dick and
balls completely at the same time with his hand.

	He began to call out the names of the boys in the cabin whose
dicks were getting too hard to cover, and to add them into the story,
saying that the madman was going to get them and eat their dicks right
off their bodies if they didn't watch out. This only served to get
their already hardened boy dicks harder, and more difficult to hide.

	It was hot in the cabin, and Joe had suggested that any of the
boys who had wanted to try and cover their parts like the story should
be stripped, and by now all the boys were naked. All of them were
hard. The story was about over, the hero at the end of this rope, his
dick too big to hide, when Perry, acting as Joe's self appointed
helper, screamed and jumped off his bunk, yelling the name of the
madman and saying that he saw him out the window of the cabin.

	All the boys started screaming, jumping off their bunks and
grabbing each other for comfort. Their hard dicks brushed against one
another's, and most of them found their way to Joe's bunk, where he
hugged them for comfort. They were all lying together, naked, hard,
hot, ready to beat off, Joe having brought them all to a state of
total sexual excitement by his story and the sight of him innocently
scratching his crotch.

	Steve began. His dick was standing straight up in the air, and
he was lying on his back in the middle of Joe's bed, with other boys
all around him. He began to slowly stroke his dick in a definite, beat
off motion, while rubbing and squeezing his balls with the other hand,
making low, groaning noises of pleasure as he did so. Perry joined him
almost immediately, also using a two- handed technique, beating and
pulling his dick with both hands while squeezing his balls between his
own thighs.

	Three of the other boys also joined in right away. Phil was
hard as a broom handle and big as a baby's arm, his dick head a fist
on the end of that baby's arm. His hands strayed to his dick and
balls, and then back again, again and again, he wanted so badly to
join in and cum and he was so afraid. All of the other boys were
beating off now, using a variety of techniques, but all beating off.

	A few of them had gone to their own bunks and were beating off
in private, but most were on Joe's bed, beating themselves but rubbing
up against one another. Suddenly Phil felt a hand start to stroke his
thigh, just beneath the "V" shaped area in which they joined and his
crotch began. The hand stroked his thigh, moving up slowly into his
crotch, up onto his ball sack, and to the root of his dick shaft.
Phil's eyes were closed. He didn't know yet who this could be, but his
meat was starting to throb now, and he could feel the fire of the jizz
aching to cum pouring out of his over-full balls.

	Phil looked down his body, over his naked boy chest, hairless,
smooth, but well formed from a summer of swimming and running and sun,
down over his smooth, rounded tight abdomen, and down to the light
fuzz of hair, golden brown which made a little bush around the base of
his dick and the little river of golden hair which flowed up from this
light lake of hair at his dick-base to his belly button. He looked and
saw Joe's hand, large, smooth, tanned, starting to stroke his now very
hard and stiff dick-pole, stroking it up and down and up and down
while his other hand rubbed gently against his now ready to explode
balls.

	Phil looked down and froze. Joe was a counselor, an adult, not
a kid from the cabin, and here he was about to get covered with Phil's
secret fluid. Here he was about to see Phil shoot his secret load.
Phil started to moan, part in pleasure, part in fear. He didn't know
what to do. Should he pull away? Then, just as he had promised, Steve
was there. He lay down next to Phil, on the other side from Joe, and
began to massage his chest, his nipples, his belly, running his hand
up and down Phil's body while Joe rubbed his dick...

	Steve leaned over to Phil and his heavy hardon dick and balls
fell across Phil's leg. Phil could feel their weight on his leg, could
sense the throbbing power in Steve's massive tool. He reached down and
began to stroke Steve's dick as Steve moved his hand down and began to
stroke Phil's. Joe stood up, and straddled both boys, his legs apart,
his feet on either side of their two bodies lying together. Joe stood
over them as they began to slowly beat each other's meat, and began to
beat off over them, his massive dick hanging over both of them, ready
to spill his loads and loads of jizz on to them. The other boys all
stood up around the bed, and began to beat off into the center of the
circle, where Steve and Phil lay stroking each other...

	Steve leaned his face over Phil's and began to lick his lips,
and to kiss him and to stick his tongue into his friend's mouth and
licking his friend's face. Phil began to kiss back and to lick Steve's
face and lips. He could feel the red hot jizz beginning to boil up
through his balls and into his shaft, just as it had that morning.

	He and Steve were lying on Joe's bed, facing each other, their
dicks touching each other on the dickhead, their balls hanging heavy
together, their hands beating each other's meat faster and faster.
Suddenly, Joe began to moan, and the two boys felt his hot jizz begin
to pour down out of his dick and onto their waiting bodies. Joe shot
his massive load of hot cum all over their waiting dicks, as the other
boys began also to shoot and to shoot all over them, all over their
backs, their faces, their chests, their dicks, their mouths, their
thighs, their feet, their balls, their hands, moaning and shoot all
their jizz.

	Steve and Phil beat each other together, in the same rhythm,
exactly the same, as they both felt the hot cum beginning to cum up
out of their roots, rising in their shafts and felt their balls
beginning to cum up tight against their bodies. Without a word, they
began to kiss, inserting their tongues deep inside each other's
mouths, licking each other's lips, and pressing their bodies closer
together, removing their hands from their dicks, pressing their dicks,
wet now with the combined cum of the entire cabin, together, their
bodies glued together with everyboy's cum, rubbing their bodies
together, up and down, back and forth, their hands finding their ways
to each other's butts, to each other's buns, to each other's assholes,
inserting their fingers into each other's assholes as they pressed
together, kissing deeper and deeper, rubbing tighter and faster,
inserting fingers into assholes, rubbing dicks, rubbing balls, and
finally, the young boycum came, up, up and out of the cum-slits at the
tip of their hard boy-dicks, shooting load and load, load after load
of hot boy-jizz onto each other's abdomens, bathing each other in each
other's cum.

	Steve and Phil lay for a long time in each other's arms, their
dicks throbbing little jizzes of cum, as the other boys, led by Joe,
enthralled by a sight they had never seen, came close and began to rub
them, massage the cum into their backs and butts, and to kiss and lick
every inch of their bodies.

	Finally Steve and Phil separated, their bodies glistening with
each other's cum and sweat. They lay cradled together as the other
boys licked their cum up and then dried them off with a towel. Joe lay
down with them, his big dick still hard, and held them both in his
arms. He looked at them and said: "are you tired and ready for sleep,
or do you want to learn a lot more stuff you can do together?" Steve
and Phil looked into each other's eyes.

	The two best friends wanted to share more together. They
looked up at Joe...

	It was morning, and the sun was streaming in the window of the
cabin where the boys lay all around, naked, covered with dried cum and
in various stages of embrace. On Joe's bed lay Phil and Steve, in each
other's arms, their naked bodies intertwined, their legs thrown around
one another's, their now soft and pliant dicks lying on top of each
other's thighs, their boy-balls hanging loose and relaxed in their
dangling boy-sacks, now empty after so many orgasms the night before.

	Perry and the rest of the boys were also asleep, naked, their
jizz spent, their dicks soft, their balls cummed-out. A few of the
boys were alone in their own bunks, sleeping deeply, dreaming of the
night before. The rest were together on mattresses they had pulled
down onto the floor, lying all together, their naked bodies touching
each other in as many places as they could arrange. Joe slept naked on
his bed, his leg across the sleeping bodies of Steve and Phil, his
giant dick, now soft and glistening with drying cum, still oozing
thick juices onto their legs.

	He had taught them well, these young pupils of his. Joe hadn't
left Steve and Phil with only the experience of having cum together by
rubbing their dicks between their bodies. There was much more that
they should know and do together in order to have a full taste of each
other.

				* * *

	"O.K., Joe, what should we do now then?" Steve had asked him
as he and Phil lay in each other's arms, bathed in the warm, sweet
boy-jizz that had covered their bodies from the squirting of all those
wonderful young dicks, including their own, of course. Joe looked down
at the two boys and didn't say anything. Instead, he kneeled down on
top of them as they lay there and took their still hard, pulsing
dicks, so recently the organs providing that wonderful fluid, and
pressing their two dicks together, he lowered his head and put both
dick-heads in his mouth.

	Both boys gasped. For Phil, of course, this was a shock. He
had never even heard of beating off this morning, and here he was
being blown by a counselor tonight. Steve also was taken by surprise.
He had only heard of such things, his sexual experiences so far
limited to beating off, alone and with other boys, and simple sexplay
like feeling up, kissing and fondling. But to have his hard boner in
Joe's mouth, and with Phil's too, this was too much.

	Joe began to rhythmically suck on the boys' dicks. Keeping
their two dicks together, he began to move his mouth up and down along
the shafts, as much as he could before the two bodies separated too
much and he couldn't take any more in.

	At the same time, he used his hands to rub each of the boys
all over, up and down their chests, fondling their nipples, and
feeling up their pecs and their buns, rubbing their balls, and
squeezing their ball-sacks. Finally, he put his middle finger up
against each of their asshole openings, and began to push, gently,
against each of their pleasure hole openings, feeling the resistance
that each young asshole offered, and working with it to get them to
relax.

	The other boys in the cabin went absolutely wild. They didn't
know what to do. Perry, however, seemed not surprised. He began to
beat his own and any meat near to him, and then got down on his knees
and began to lick the dicks of all the boys who would stand near to
him. Two of the other boys also got down when they saw this, and began
to lick on dicks and balls.

	Joe glanced up and saw what he had started. There was no way
to stop it now, the boys were going to learn all about sex from him
tonight. He gently took Phil and Steve's dicks out of his mouth and
rolled the two boys over onto their stomachs, reaching up under their
balls and taking each of their dicks in his hands.

	He then leaned over and began to give them each a tongue bath
on their backs and buttocks, concentrating on the area between their
assholes and their balls, until, after a few minutes, he began to lick
into the ass-cracks of each boy. When he sensed that they were ready,
he inserted his tongue into the asshole of each boy, one after
another, and began to tongue each boy's asshole, sticking his tongue
in first just a little bit, then more and more until each boy had his
ass sticking up into the air, pressing back in the instinctive hope of
getting more and more of this delicious tongue fucking up into his
hole.

	This lifted the boys' dicks up off of the bed, giving Perry
his chance to get his active head and mouth up under their bodies and
onto their dicks. Once more both Phil and Steve had their now super-
hard dicks in one mouth, Perry's, while Joe inserted his tongue deeper
and deeper and faster and faster into there waiting, dripping
assholes.

				* * *

	Joe began to awaken in the morning sun, as the light moved
into the room and across his face. He stirred, remembering...

	The taste of the boy-musk, the sweat from their balls and
crotches, the sweet, musty clean smell of their showered assholes, the
taste of their jizz, all this mixed in his mouth as he tongue- fucked
their assholes, and as he felt their asses respond to the new blow job
they were getting from their friend, Perry. All the boys were going
wild now, driven by a dream like sexuality that was purely
instinctive, organic, uninhibited. They were hot, involved, horny, and
innocent. They saw nothing wrong in sharing their sex with their
friends, their closest. Many of the boys began licking and sucking on
each other, on each others dicks, asses, noses, fingers, anything, as
the smell of boy-sex began to become thicker and overpowering in the
close cabin.

	Perry continued to suck on Phil and Steve, but other boys now
came over and began to suck on Perry, one on his dick, and other young
boy sucking on his asshole, sticking his tongue in and out of Perry's
back-door. It was inevitable what would happen, Joe thought in his
half-dream.

	One of the boys, Jim, a 13 year old stud with a beautiful body
and a well formed fully mature dick and ball set, came up behind Joe
as he tongue-fucked the two boys' beautiful virgin assholes.

	Jim was a natural athlete, tall for his age, with a large,
well formed cut dick and tight muscles, always horny and willing to
beat off with anybody in the showers. He walked up behind Joe with his
dick hard and standing straight out in front of his body, his hand
holding a jar of hair cream which was thick and lubricating. He began
to massage the cream into the shaft and head of his dick, and then
into Joe's asshole. When Joe felt the lubed finger begin to probe his
hole, he knew the night was going to be a success.

	He could still feel it, the wonderful feeling as Jim began to
press his lubed dickhead up against Joe's tight ass opening; as Joe
continued to rim and rim the assholes of Steve and Phil; as Perry
continued to suck the two boys off simultaneously, as two other boys
continued to both suck and rim Perry, and all the other boys began to
groan and moan in precum ecstasy and to feel the hot boy-jizz begin to
rise in their sacks and shafts. Jim just continued to press, ignoring
any resistance that Joe's tight hole offered, his young boy-dick so
hard and firm that it did not even bend at the resistance, but forced
its way into that tight hole smoothly.

	Jim was inside him, Joe remembered. All the way inside him,
his young balls bouncing up against his buns, up against his butt, as
he began to thrust his dick in and out of Joe's wonderful fuckhole.
Joe couldn't believe it. The boys were going farther than he ever
expected them to go, and on their own, with no prompting from him.

	Jim was buttfucking him wonderfully well, and he knew Jim was
good for at least two or three orgasms before his young boy-dick even
began to lose its hardness, that he would go on fucking him without
stop for most of the night. He doubled the speed and depth of the
insertion of his tongue in Phil and Steve's holes, and at the same
time felt Jim begin to shoot a massive first load of thick, juicy
boy-jizz into his ass. He began to cream his own dick, just from the
excitement of it all, and two of the boys rushed down under him to
drink the thick sauce from his man-dick.

	At the same time, he felt Phil and Steve's holes contract, and
they began to cream into Perry's mouth, Perry began to cream into the
mouth of the boy sucking him, and the boy rimming Perry began to cream
all over the floor, as did just about every other boy in the cabin.

				* * *

	Joe rolled over and began to wake up, the smell and taste of
all the cum still in his mouth, the boys underneath him beginning also
to awaken with young-boy morning hardons aching to shoot again...

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Fun At Camp [5/5]
Date: 8 Jul 1996 23:57:36 GMT

				 Camp
			     Chapter Five

	The boys began to awaken now, piled up in heaps all around the
room, all of them naked and most with their dicks hard. Phil lifted
his head from where it had made a pillow of Steve's ballsack and
thighs and looked around. What a strange feeling for him, such a
difference in just one day from the sheepish boy who had been invited
to shoot his load for the first time just 24 hours before.

	Since then he had been jacked off, jacked others off, sucked
cock, swallowed jizz, been rimmed and fucked. He was well on the way
to sexual growth now. And he had a taste for it. He couldn't imagine
spending a day without a blow job now, or two, one giving and one
getting. He couldn't imagine a week without at least one dick in his
ass, and his dick in another. He couldn't imagine life without his
dick in somebody's mouth, his tongue licking another boy's tongue, his
bed without a friend in it...

	Steve was waking up also. His outstandingly shaped and sized
dick was at full attention, rubbing in Phil's hair, as Phil's head was
still lying on his balls. Phil noticed his friend's condition, and
began to lick his balls, first putting one in his mouth, then the
other, and licking the sack and around down into the crack between
Steve's legs.

	Steve was hot and horny, hard to believe after the night
before, but that's the power of youth and lust. His jizz was beginning
to rise in his shaft for a morning-wakeup cum-shot when Perry woke up
and crawled over to him and turned his asshole to Steve's face...
Perry had become a very proficient cock sucker in the last 9 hours,
and he turned all his new skill to Steve's hard boy-boner, while
waving his own hard dick and inviting asshole in Steve's face. There
Steve was, the most beautiful and best liked boy in the camp, with his
best friend Phil sucking his balls and licking his ass-crack, and his
cabin mate Perry sucking his ready dick and presenting his asshole to
be licked and tongued.

	It was too much for all the boys, who began to stroke and suck
and j/o and fuck and kiss and cum and cum and cum again all over the
cabin. The sound of all this squirting finally awakened Joe from his
half/sleep, from his half/dreams about the night before. Joe opened
his eyes just in time to have his face and chest covered by gobs of
fresh boy juice from half a dozen of his young charges as they shot
their first loads of the day.

	Joe looked around just in time to see Steve's boy-balls begin
to pull up into his crotch, and his boy-shaft begin to pump, and he
could see Perry struggling to swallow the load of fresh cum from
Steve. Even after the night's activities Steve could shoot more jizz
than was easy to get in one gulp. Phil, who was aware that Steve's cum
was filling Perry's mouth jumped up from his position of licking
Steve's balls and plunged his now rockhard dick into Perry's asshole,
which was lubed already by Steve's hot tongue which had begun to lick
and suck it just before his dick began to pump. Steve moved his mouth
from Perry's asshole, now filled with Phil's dick, to Phil's asshole,
and began to tongue and suck and lick it until Phil shot his morning
load up Perry's back door.

	Joe was pleased. These boys had become real fuckers and in
such a short time. It was every one of Joe's own fantasies about what
he would have loved to do when he was their age. Watching it had
brought his massive young-penis to a state of surging readiness, and
the boys all knew it. They all crowded around him and began to lick
his body, every inch of it, his toes, his hands, his asshole, his
thighs, his arms, his eyes, his ears, his balls, his dick, especially
his dick and cum-slit.

	Suddenly all the boys stopped where they were, licking each
one the spot on which his tongue was. The boy at Joe's dick stood up
and took Phil by the hand. It was Phil's education which had brought
them all this glorious cumming, and it was Joe who was the teacher,
and it was right that this morning should end with them. Phil took
Joe's big dick in his mouth and began to suck gently, and Steve moved
over behind Joe and began to rim his asshole.

	Joe waited only a moment, and then began to spurt large,
flowing globs of cum-juice through his dick and into Phil's ready
mouth. 5,6,8,10,15 massive spurts of juice filled Phil's mouth, throat
and belly, as he drank every thick, sweet drop of his teachers juice.
Phil continued sucking until every bit of the jizz was his, and Steve
matched every suck with a deep tonguing of the young counselors back
passage. Finally it was over.

	The boys began to get up and wipe themselves off, on each
other, each other's underwear, rubbing the cum from their bellies with
their camp t-shirts or the briefs they had discarded the night before.
In groups of twos and threes they headed for the showers, to wash each
other's bods, dicks, asses and assholes, to lick each other clean, to
dry each other with towels, and to dress for breakfast. Fortunately it
was Sunday, and breakfast was late that morning, and there were no
morning activities. The boys had enough exercise for a few hours.

	Joe and Phil and Steve stayed in the cabin while the other
boys went to shower. Joe took Phil and Steve in his arms and held them
both, while he stroked his hard body and balls and dick. He looked at
them both with a long, hard, penetrating glance and then kissed each
of them hard on the mouth, sticking his tongue deep into each of them.

	Then the two boys kissed... "I want you two boys to take care
of each other for the rest of the summer, you hear me?" Joe said to
them, since he wouldn't be in their cabin any more. Steve and Phil
looked into each other's eyes and nodded their heads together in
response to Joe's question. They knew they would be close, very close,
the rest of the summer, and that they would take care of all each
others' needs until it was time to go home and to go back to school.
That was something they wouldn't think about just yet. There was too
much more to do, just at camp.

	But we can begin to think about that now, can't we... ?