Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2010 12:51:02 -0400
From: conislancio@gmail.com
Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 12

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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.

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CAMP STAFF MEMORIES - CHAPTER 12

I left, stopped by my tent to pick up my bag and then headed down to the
docks.

Mike and I spent the morning repairing and painting the fence around the
swimming area.  When we were done I decided to take out a canoe and work on
some of my skills.

Mike wanted me to move the 1/4 mile bouy a little further out - he said it
was in the wrong spot.

I paddled across the lake briskly, practicing my J-stroke on both sides of
the canoe and also using the Draw stroke.  I relished the time to be alone
and the physical work out.  It felt good to have the wind blowing across my
bare chest and the sway of the canoe beneath me.

I thought about Luca almost the entire time.  I pictured his tanned and
chiseled body in front of me.  In my mind I traced the shape of his chest
muscles and his exquisite erect nipples.  I imagined running my hands over
his incredibly defined abs as I pulled him closer to me and our lips met.
I imagined him pressing his hard cock up against me as we tried to meld our
bodies into one.

I came out of my revelry as I reached the bouy on the opposite side of the
lake.

Sweat beaded off my bare chest and my board shorts had a wet spot from the
pre-cum leaking out of my hard dick.  As I drifted I stowed my paddle and
undid the velcro on my shorts, reaching my hand in and massaging my raging
bone.

Glancing back toward the main camp across the lake to verify that I was far
enough out of sight from anyone who may be on shore, I pulled the shorts
down over my thighs and off my legs, stowing them next to my paddle.  I
leaned back on the stern thwart and spread my legs underneath the midship
thwart.

I gathered saliva in my hand and mixed it with the pre-cum oozing from my
slit to lube up my hard cock.  Then I laid my head back on the thwart,
closed my eyes, and pictured vividly my naked body entwined with Luca's.
My cock felt so hot and hard and so good, I moaned as I imagined the cock
in my hand was actually Luca's dick.  Faster and faster I stroked until I
shot stream after stream of cum all over my chest.  The first two squirts
hit me in the face and I instinctively stuck out my tongue to taste my seed
dripping over my lips.  I imagined it was Luca's orgasm I was licking off
my own face and relished the feel and taste of cum on my lips.  The rest of
my orgasm lay all over my smooth and tanned chest and stomach, as the sun
beat down on me.  I ran my hand through it, spreading it around, enjoying
the feel of my hand over my warm, smooth skin.  I imagined it was Luca's
hand caressing my naked body, running his fingers through his own cum that
he had just shot all over me.

I don't know how long I lay there imagining, but the cum and saliva had
dried on my skin.  I decided to jump in the lake to rinse off.  Naked, I
knelt, grabbing both gunnels, and then vaulted my legs backward and over
the side, transferring my hand to the other gunnel so as not to push the
canoe away.  Then I swam around for a few minutes, rinsing the dried cum
and sweat from my body.  Getting back in the canoe was a little trickier.
Being naked, I had to try to protect my cock and nuts from the aluminum -
crawling into a canoe from the water is tricky enough without swamping.

I put my shorts back on and then moved the bouy like Mike had instructed
me.

Then I paddled back to the boat yard, arriving right at lunch time.

At lunch I was sitting with Todd, Steve, Scott, and Devin, the
Quartermaster, who had apparently been helping Todd all morning with an
action archery trail.  Halfway through our lunch of cold cut sandwiches,
carrot sticks, and apple sauce, Luca came in the dining hall.  He
immediately caught my eye and smiled this warm smile that caused me to melt
in my seat.  After grabbing a cup of coffee, he joined us, sitting across
from me.

"So how was your 'rotissary' meeting?" I asked.

"Oh, it was good.  They were all very nice to me and had a lot of questions
about my home country," he replied.  I wanted to jump across the table and
kiss him - I had missed him all morning.  But he was sitting next to Scott,
who kept looking at me.  It occurred to me part way through the meal that
Scott was checking me out a little.  I had come to straight to lunch with
just my board shorts and flip flops.

Scott was a cutie.  I think he was barely 16.  He had a short, spiky
haircut with dark black hair and nice blue eyes with a pretty-boy face.
But I knew he was a dirty little boy who loved having his ass fingered and
fucked.  He kept staring at me with his blue eyes and, even when I looked
at him, did not look away right away.  At one point he took his index
finger, which had a bit of mayonnaise on it, and, looking me straight in
the eye, seductively licked it off.  He put his tongue out slightly and
placed his finger on it and then wrapped his wonderfully pouty lips around
it.  Then he moved his finger ever so slightly in and out a few times while
rotating it and sucking gently on it.  When he was finished he ran his
tongue across his upper lip.  All the while his eyes were locked on mine.

I looked away, feeling my cock hardening in my shorts.  I had never really
noticed his lips until now, but they were luscious.  All I could think
about - and I'm sure that was his objective - was having those lips wrapped
around my throbbing cock.

Scott got up and went to the counter for some more bread.  I noticed a
significant bulge in his tan cargo pants.  As he turned and walked to
counter, I watched his great ass move away from the table.  He really did
look very hot and obviously was as aroused as me.  I could not help but
think that was his objective.  But damn, he looked incredible and I had a
strong desire to rip his faded Old Navy T-shirt off his smooth torso and
yank down those baggy cargo pants so I could see him naked.  I was getting
the impression that Scott was horny little slut.  For some reason that
turned me on.

After lunch, Mike had a whole list of little things he wanted Tim and I to
get done before we left for the weekend.  He wanted to spend the afternoon
working with Luca on their plans for Lifesaving, which Luca would be
helping Mike teach, so he relegated the "to-do" list to Tim and I.  We
spent most of the time inventorying the equipment and supplies in the tower
and making sure we had everything set up for camper check-in and swim tests
on Sunday.

We had pretty much finished everything up and were ready to quit.  Mike and
Luca were finished working on their lessons.

"Sam," Luca said to me, toweling off his gorgeous chiseled torso, "I would
like to get a shower and then I need to pack a few things.  Are you ready
to go?"

"I'd like a shower, too, and then I just need to throw a few clothes in my
bag," I replied.  "I have to take this box of sports equipment that was in
the tower up to the Sports Field first."

"Alright.  I'll see you in the showers," he smiled wickedly as he turned
and walked out of the gate towards the staff site.

I grabbed the box and headed up to my tent to grab a towel and my shower
things.  With my backpack on my shoulder, I carried the box of sporting
equipment and headed up the road to the Sports Field.  I smiled to myself
remembering the last time I had been up there when Todd and I watched Steve
fucking the hell of Scott's ass.  Then I started thinking about Scott and
how hot he looked licking his finger at lunch and I thought about how good
it would feel to have those plump lips wrapped around my cock.  I pictured
myself standing with Scott kneeling in front of me and my hard dick
pounding in and out of his mouth while my hands held his head in place.

I was wearing my baggy board shorts and they were sagging quite a bit as I
walked up the trail.  I could feel the breeze brushing the tops of my pubes
and knew that my ass crack would be visible in the back to anyone.  But I
did not feel like stopping and didn't really think anyone would be around.
Besides, the bulge from my mostly erect cock was helping to keep them from
falling further.  Thankfully, no one else was around.

I walked up to the table under the dining fly and set down the box.  As I
turned to walk away I tried to adjust my semi-hard cock in my shorts.

"Hey, what brings you up this way?" I jumped, surprised, and turned to see
Scott coming out of the storage shed.  "I was just about to lock up and
head down."

"Oh, hey, Scott," I said, "We found this stuff in the tower and thought it
probably belonged up here."

"OK.  Here, let me put it in the shed and I'll lock up and walk down with
you," he said taking the box.

I watched him walk away.  He was not wearing a shirt and still had on the
tan cargo shorts that fit his round ass so nicely.  They were sagging a
little revealing a nice smooth "V" in the front below his navel.  In the
back, they rested just over top of his crack and looked very sexy.  The
absence of any boxers or briefs showing out of the top of his shorts
indicated that he was going commando.  I watched him walk away and my cock
got a little harder in my saggy board shorts.

I adjusted the angle of my cock and satisfied myself that my shorts were
revealing enough without being over the edge.  Scott returned from the
locking the shed.

"You ready?" he asked, not trying to hide the fact that he was checking me
out.

"Sure," I replied.  "So are you guys ready to go for Sunday?"

"Oh yeah," he said, "We're all set.  How's the waterfront look?"

"We're just about ready to go," I said.  "I know I'm ready for a few days
off and some AC."

"Yeah, me too.  Are you going home?"

"Nah," I said, "I'm going with Luca for the weekend."

"Cool," he said, "He seems like a nice guy.  And he's built like a Greek
god."

"Yeah," I laughed, "he is."

"Well, I'm gonna grab a shower before dinner.  My dad's picking me up in
the morning, so I got nothing to do tonight."

"Cool.  I'm headed for a shower, too," I said.

"Great, let's go.  I have my stuff in my bag."