Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 14:57:57 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com> Subject: Camp Clover For Boys 01 Camp Clover For Boys By Chipster071053@yahoo.com LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this. This story will eventually have boy/boy, boy/man, boy/girl, boy/woman, group and other assorted combinations. This is my first effort at erotic fiction, although my story "Weekend In Houston" is posted in the Nifty Archives under Bisexual/College, and is a basically true story. Your comments on this and the other story are welcome at chipster071053@yahoo.com. The story belongs to me under copyright laws of the United States, and any reposting without my permission will get you in bunches of trouble. And now, our story. Chapter 1 - The Letter "Congratulation," the letter said. "You have been accepted to Camp Clover for Boys, a unique and educational experience you will enjoy over two weeks this summer." 15-year-old Timmy Taylor read and re-read the first line. He didn't know anything about a summer camp. His parents hadn't said anything about him going there. He thought he was going to spend part of the summer with his Grandparents on their farm like he had all of his young life while his parents went on their annual summer retreat. The letter gave the camp dates, which would begin shortly after his sixteenth birthday, and had a list of things he would need. There was also a second letter that said that he had been scheduled for a thorough physical examination and gave the date, time and address of a doctor he was supposed to see. The letters gave Timmy a lot to wonder about. Why had he been chosen to go to this camp? Why hadn't his parents said anything about this? Why a special doctor's appointment? And the camp list was strange. He'd been camping with his Scout troop before, but this list said he had to bring dress clothes, too. Timmy had just arrived home after school when he found the letter in the mail. Timmy's Mom and Dad were at work, and he wasn't supposed to call them unless it was an emergency. His older sister Anne wasn't home, either, so he couldn't ask her about it. In the mean time, Timmy had to get over to the "Y" for swimming practice, so his questions would just have to wait. Timmy rode his bike to the YMCA, which was just a couple of blocks from where his family lived. When he got there, his best friend Tom was waiting for him at the door. "Running a little late, aren't we?" asked Tom. "What kept you?" "I got a letter in the mail and I took a couple of minutes to read it," replied Timmy. "Not bad news, I hope." "No, something from a camp I think my folks want me to go to this summer. Ever hear of Camp Clover for Boys?" asked Timmy. "Nope. Maybe one of the other guys knows about it. Let's go get ready. Don't want Coach to get mad at us for being late," said Tom. The two boys went down the stairs into the locker room and started to strip down. Timmy is about 5'8", 160 pounds, blond haired with a typical swimmer's build. Because he swims, he keeps his hair short, and the only body hair was trimmed neatly on his crotch, surrounding his cock that was about 4 inches soft. Tom was taller and stockier, about 5'10" and 175 pounds, with broad, muscular shoulders and narrow hips. Like Timmy, he was hairless except for his crotch, although Tom had begun shaving his chest and legs about a year ago. Unlike Timmy, he also shaved his pubic hair. His 5 inches of meat always seemed to be half hard, and he carefully tucked it into his swimsuit. Tom stopped in front of the full-length mirror to adjust his suit. As he started to tuck his cock over to the right side of the tiny covering, Timmy said, "You've got plenty of room in there, unless of course you start thinking about Sara Anderson again." Tom slowly turned and gave his friend the finger. "What's your problem, Slick? Looks to me like you're thinking about something right now, too" They both stared at the growing bulge in Timmy's suit. "We'd better get upstairs into the pool before this gets embarrassing," said Tom, as he headed up the stairs, Timmy right behind. During the hour of swim practice, Timmy asked around about Camp Clover, but none of the other members of the team seemed to know anything about the mysterious summer camp. Timmy also noticed Tom hanging very close to Sara. He couldn't tell, but it looked a couple of times like she was running her hand over the bulge in Tom's suit. There were enough kids in the pool that their being together wouldn't draw too much attention, but he was surprised that they were even trying. At the end of practice, the Coach asked Timmy and Tom to help him pick up the gear and put it away before they went to the showers. Neither had a problem with helping out, but Tom seemed anxious to get to the locker room and kept trying to hide his crotch behind the kickboards he was carrying. The Coach, who had seen boys with hard-ons before, just looked the other way, but Timmy knew what Tom would want to do. When they got to the locker room, the showers were empty and only a few stragglers were finishing up. Tom and Timmy stripped off their suits and headed into the shower, which was an open room with several showerheads on posts in the middle of the room. As he kicked the shower on, Tom said, "Sara had to cancel our date tonight. Her older sister came home from college unexpectedly this afternoon, and her parents want to take everyone out for dinner." "It looked like she was getting hot for you in the pool," said Timmy. "Did my eyes deceive me, or did I see her trying to get into your suit?" "Oh, you noticed. I kept telling her not to do it, but she said she had to get a feel for what she would be missing tonight," answered Tom. "You mean you guys..." "We've never gone all the way, but she jacks me off sometimes and once she gave me a blowjob," said Tom. "Man, I'm starting to get hard just thinking about it!" Timmy looked over and noticed Tom's cock had grown to a full 8 inches and that he was starting to soap it up. That made Timmy's cock start to stand up, too, and in a matter of seconds, he was at an almost equal length. Tom said, "There's nobody here...if you don't mind, I'm going to take care of this problem." "I have the same problem, too, so let's see who can take care of it first," chuckled Timmy. So the two set out to see who could cum first. They had often had jack-off sessions at their homes and occasionally when they went on Scout campouts together, but this was the first time in a really public place, and that thought, along with watching Tom's naked body and his hand pumping that long, hard prick seemed to get him even more excited. The two boys were standing facing each other as they pumped, arching their backs into the hot water streams coming from behind them. Timmy kept his cock lathered with the shampoo he held in his left hand. Tommy used a bar of soap, which he held with his right hand under his cock. It only took a few minutes before Tom grunted and shot a white stream across the shower, a small strand landing on Timmy's leg. "Oh, man, that feels good," groaned Tom. "It's your turn, now." Timmy started running his left hand across his chest, rubbing his boy-tits gently under his fingertips as he felt that familiar sensation growing in his crotch. His back arched even more as he felt his climax coming. He shuddered and felt his hot cum shooting out the end of his prick. Just as Timmy let go with his load, he saw his Dad peek around the corner of the shower room door. (more to come) Please mail comments to chipster071053@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you!