Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2004 15:41:02 EDT
From: Irish3625@aol.com
Subject: Little Hatch

The story below is purely fiction. It does not depict any actual events,
although some of the characters and events are loosely based on my
experiences at Boy Scout Summer Camp. If you are turned off by sex between
boys and men or boys and other boys, please look somewhere else for your
reading pleasure. If these types of stories are illegal in your city, state
or country, please move on to other adventures.

"Little Hatch"

Chapter One -- Introduction

My name is Joe Kahn, and at the time this story takes place, I was 21 years
old and had just finished my third year at Cook Conservation College in
Central New Jersey. My summer job for 1996 was to be the Nature and
Environmental Sciences Director at the Rocky Mountain Boy Scout Camp in
North Eastern Pennsylvania, which was owned by a Boy Scout Council in
Northern New Jersey.

This was my second year as director, and I had been on the Nature Staff of
this camp since I was 14, when I served as a Counselor in Training. I love
Nature.

This year's Camp Staff was a great bunch of guys, and some of us had been
together for a few summers. The Camp Director was Brian Drake, who was
about 50 years old and was serving his first term as Director. He had been
in Scouting for a long time, and had recently retired from teaching school.

The Nature Lodge, a totally enclosed building that was converted from the
old Catholic Chapel, was the furthest building from the Administration
Area. It was located at the bottom of the hill, just on the edge of the
Waterfront area. From the huge rock outside the Lodge, I could sit and
watch all of the things going on at the lake, including the float in the
middle of the lake, where the Aquatics Director and some members of his
Staff would sunbathe, in the nude, during the rest break everyday after
lunch.  They never knew that I could see EVERYTHING they did out there with
my trusty binoculars.

I also had a great view of the "changing" tarp that was set up so that the
campers could change into their bathing suits to take part in the program
events down at the lake.

Let me tell you at this point that I am totally gay. I have known that I
loved looking at other boys since I was very little. I was also totally in
the closet. I took great pains to hide my preferences, and except for the
few times that I had played mutual sexual games with other scouts, and the
few times that I had been with some of the leaders who believed that they
seduced me, my only sexual pleasure had been the frequent stimulation of my
right hand. I learned to jerk off at a young age, and still do to this
day. I LOVE to masturbate.I LOVE to masturbate in my briefs.

I had been spying on the Waterfront guys for a long time. I used to keep a
list of the campers I had seen in the changing tarp. Who was cut, who
wasn't, who was into briefs or boxer briefs, who had switched over to
boxers. I used to love to look at those who were just beginning to sprout
hair, and see those little "pug-nosed" dicks of the 11 and 12 year old
first timers at camp.

By the end of Staff Week every year, I would make it a point to have scoped
out all of the members of the Camp Staff. That was easy. During Staff Week
the rules of separating youths and adults were generally not observed. So
it was easy to slip into the Youth Shower to check out the younguns'
without anyone getting suspicious.

This year, there were 33 guys on Staff. With the exception of me and Justin
all of the others were circumcised. Bummer. I especially love uncircumcised
dicks.  Also, most of the guys were wearing white briefs or boxer briefs.
Even those who were into boxers during the rest of the year wore briefs at
camp. I don't know why, but they did -- which was good for me. Uncut and in
white briefs, my dream guy.

I always used to laugh because mostly everyone thought that I was Jewish --
must have been the name. Just one look at me in the shower, and they should
have known. My foreskin should have given me away!! But even after showing
off my uncut dick, some of the Staff still would ask if I was Jewish --
hmmmm, some one ought to tell them about the Jewish Initiation Ceremony.

My brother, Scott, is two years younger than me, but he is circumcised. He
is also very much into boxers. Wears them all the time.  My dad once told
me that when he was born my mom was going to a Jewish doctor. Oh well, he
doesn't know what he's missing. As for the boxers, ugh. I hate them. Tighty
whities forever for me. My dad is also circumcised. I am glad they left me
intact.

Anyway, using my list and my memory of what each guy was carrying between
his legs, I would usually sneak off into the woods to my meditation area,
and work off the tensions of the day. Don't think I was ever seen in full
masturbation mode, but I would drop my shorts, then my briefs, and give my
right hand a good workout on my sheath covered man pole. I shot my load at
that spot every day of camp season for 5 years.  Some days, two or three
times. I guess you can say that I left some great memories at that spot.

I mentioned that I used to spy on the Aquatics Staff when they would
sunbathe nude.  In that summer of 1996, Sean was the Aquatics Director and
he was also 21 years old.  This was his first year as director. He had an
assistant that was 18, and a couple of hot looking 16 year olds working on
the waterfront.

One of the younger staff members would join Sean everyday on the float in
the middle of the lake. They would swim out, slip out of their swim suits
and lay out on the float totally naked. Sean was cut, with about 6 inches
of man meat, with a nice red tip.  Rich's dick was short and stubby. It was
cut and dark. Rich was Italian, and the tip looked almost brown. Sometimes
I think it was bigger around than it was in length. At least that's what it
looked like.

The sunbathing was a daily routine. There was little chance of them being
seen (or so they thought) because of the trail one had to negotiate to get
down to the waterfront. By the time one got into a position to see the
float, enough advance warning was given for them to get their suits back
on. I am sure they were totally unaware of my vantage point.  I know they
never knew I watched.

Midway into the first week of the camp season, the daily sunbathing session
started to get really good. Instead of just laying back enjoying the
mid-day sun, Sean had reached over to rub the inside of Rich's thigh.
Within moments, that short and stubby dark meat had begun to take on a new
life. It sprung straight up from its shriveled state, and grew to almost 6
full inches. It had to be 3 inches around. It was huge!!

Rich did not resist Sean's hand movements, and the look of contentment
seemed to spread across his face. Sean had also begun to get excited.
However, his cock didn't get any bigger than it already was, it just seemed
to inflate to a rigid state.

Sean leaned over on his side, and was now facing Rich. His hand moved up
from the thigh, and was now gently massaging Rich's full ball sac. Rich's
position did not change, but the look on his face was one of enjoyment.
Sean's hand now moved to the base of that huge Italian sausage, and began
to slowly move up and down that dark shaft. Slowly, at first, but then the
rapid up and down motion began to take its toll.

Rich began to twitch, and move his legs. You could tell, even from this
distance that he was getting close. His legs moved up closer to his body,
and he lifted his head and shoulders from the float and you could see that
he was ready to shoot his load. And then he came!! It looked like a
fountain spraying the contents up and out and all over Sean's hand. He must
have let loose 7 or 8 good shots of boy juice, when it slowly dribbled out
his manually excited dick tip.

Sean kept up his motion, until Rich stopped him. Then Sean, moved his hand
over to his mouth and licked the sticky stuff from his hand. He then
reached down and milked Rich's softening cock for the remaining juice, and
offered this cum covered hand to Rich, who also licked the remnants of his
pleasured penis.

As the "siesta hour" was almost up, they put on their suits, dropped into
the lake, and swam back to shore. No need to tell you what I was doing at
that very moment. My right hand was well inside my tight white briefs, with
a handful of foreskin and working its way up and down my swollen shaft
until I managed to wet the inside of my Hanes with one of my biggest loads
of man cum so far this current summer. My vision of Sean and Rich would be
one that would last me for most of the summer. But little did I know at
that time, that this was only the first scene of daily love fest that got
better and better as the weeks went on. I shot so much cum that I had to go
back to the Nature Lodge and change my Scout Shorts. My jism had soaked
through my briefs, and had stained the leg of my khaki shorts. One of the
junior counselors who worked for me in the lodge was there when I got
back. He took a long hard look at my shorts, but didn't made a comment
about the obvious stains. His name was " Little Hatch".


Chapter Two -- Little Hatch

Steve Hatcher was his name. He was 14 and a Counselor in Training (CIT) for
this summer. Steve had been around camp ever since I started coming here as
a Scout.  His dad, Jeff Hatcher was the Caretaker of the camp, and lived in
a house at the entrance to the camp. Jeff, his wife Lynn, Steve and Jeff,
Jr. have been caretakers of the property for many years. Jeff serves on the
Summer Camp Staff as the Rifle Range Instructor, Lynn is the Camp Nurse,
Steve and Jeff, Jr. have been a part of the summer program since they were
able to walk, and maybe even before then.

Those of you who have had the pleasure of serving on a Camp Staff know that
everyone gets a nickname. Mine is "Mensch" (some sort of a Jewish pest, I
think).  Jeff was called "Hatch" so you can understand Steve's being
"Little Hatch".

Little Hatch officially became a camper when he turned 11 and had joined a
Scout Troop up in Pennsylvania, in his church. He would move into the
Provisional Unit (Scouts in camp without their own Unit) on opening day,
and stay until the season ended. Even though he was a camper, he was always
treated like a Staff Mascot and everyone knew Little Hatch.

This was his first official year on the Camp Staff. Usually the CIT's were
rotated in the various Program Areas for the season (Field Sports,
Scoutcraft, Ecology, Aquatics, Admin, Kitchen) but the Camp Director
decided that he would be permanently assigned to the Ecology Area, and he
has been with me since we opened camp. He was a really nice kid, respectful
and hard working. Since I had known him forever, he fit in with all of the
other Ecology Staff without difficulty.

CIT's are a group of 14 and 15 year old scouts who are on Camp Staff, but
they receive no salary. Sometimes they are treated like slaves, and
assigned the nasty tasks. They are also usually housed in separate Lean-tos
and have to attend mandatory training sessions conducted by the Camp
Commissioner, Program Director of the Camp Director. A CIT's life is
usually not strawberry's and ice cream.

Anyway, Little Hatch was assigned to me because he knew as much about the
Ecology Program as I did. Sometimes I think he knew more about Nature and
the trees and plants around the camp than all of the members of my Staff
put together. I was happy to have him.

When I got back from watching Sean and Rich at the lake, I walked into the
Nature Lodge hoping to get back to my office (a cubicle made from stacking
shelves to close off the corner) so I could change into something else for
the afternoon. My plan was to get the afternoon Merit Badge Sessions
started and then slip into the Ranger's Quarters for a quick shower. Seeing
Little Hatch was a surprise to me, I didn' t expect anyone to be at the
Lodge yet.

He stared right at the cum stain on my shorts. I did detect a little smile
on his face, but he didn't say anything. I moved quickly back to my little
cubicle, and looked for a selection of things to change into. The only
thing I had was a pair of sweat pants, that I use in the mornings for
Nature Hikes.  I slipped down my Scout Shorts, and my Hanes white briefs,
and wiped the remnants of cum from my sensitive dick with my briefs.  I
pushed back the foreskin and wiped under it to get all of those gobs of
young man juice that had warmed the inside of my underpants.

After I slipped on the sweats, I came out into the Lodge just as the Scouts
and other members of my Staff were arriving. They got started on the
classes that were scheduled, and I went back to my quarters to get some
clean underwear and Scout Shorts.  No one was in the cabin, so my plan was
in action. I walked back to the Nature Lodge, everyone seemed busy, and
went out the back door over to the Rangers cabin.  The Camp Ranger was
meeting out of camp, and I had his key (he let a few select Directors use
his shower during the day -- it was nice and private).

Freshly showered and in clean, non sticky briefs and shorts, I went back to
my office and supervised the rest of the afternoons activities.

When all of the Scouts and most of the Nature Staff had left, I came out to
find Little Hatch sitting near the door. He had that same half smile on his
face that he had when I came back to the Lodge earlier in the afternoon. I
asked him, "what's up?"

He just continued to smile, and didn't respond.

I then asked if everything was alright? He nodded yes, and still smiled but
didn't say a word. I don't know why, but my eyes were drawn to his crotch,
and there was this huge lump in the middle of his legs, I was beginning to
get the picture.

Little Hatch caught me looking, and stood up. He went over and locked the
door to the Lodge, and then turned around and smiled at me again. Was I
being seduced by the apparently well equipped 14 year old? My own penis was
getting excited.

He grabbed my hand, and we walked back to the rear of the the Lodge. Steve
then reached over and unbuckled my belt, undid the snap and ran my zipper
down to let my clean Scout Shorts fall to the floor. My briefs were
beginning to tent.

He then undid his own shorts and let them fall also. His white Fruit of the
Looms were straining to keep his boyhood covered. I could see that this
youngun was carrying a huge piece of equipment. I had never seen Little
Hatch naked, or even in briefs before.  I knew he wore FTL's because I had
seen the waistband a few times during Staff Week, but I had never witnessed
what he had to offer.

He moved over to me, and grabbed a hold of my dick and started to move his
hand up and down the front of my briefs. I was surprised at his
aggressiveness, and never before had considered doing anything with him
because his father is "good with guns" . (If you know what I mean.)

His manual manipulation of my penis was getting more rapid, and I am sure
that I would have cum really quick if I hadn't slowed him down.

I reached over and pulled his T shirt over his head, and started to play
with his nipples.  They were small, no hair on his chest but they hardened
instantly as I pinched and played with them. I then removed my T shirt, and
he immediately went to work on my nipples which were already hard.

My right hand reached down for his swollen package. I couldn't believe what
I was holding in my hands. He must have had at least 8 inches of boy meat
behind that combed white cotton of his briefs, which looked to be about 2
sizes too small for him. He was hot and sexy to look at, his package was so
big, it created a space between his body and the front top of his
briefs. What a boy!!!!

I slowly slid his briefs down to his thighs, and he wiggled them down below
his knees, and finally to the floor. I was shocked at what I saw.
Definitely not 8 inches, had to be closer to 10, it was LONG and thin with
a purplish dick head.  He was circumcised, but apparently the doctor left
him a little excess skin so he almost looked uncut.

He had a dark set of small balls, not fully developed, but they were more
than the average 14 year old's. He was fully erect, and it stuck straight
out from his body.  No curves, just perfectly straight. It was already
leaking pre cum, and it was an absolute perfect specimen of boy meat --
damn, man meat. I felt a little cheated next to him. How big would it get
when he grew up??

I started to jerk him off, my hand went from the tip of his dick head to
the base of his cock. His small patch of light hair tickled the side of my
hand with each stroke. He sighed as my movement got quicker, and I could
see that he was enjoying this manual attention to his pride and joy. After
a few minutes, he looked down at the front of my underpants, and reached
over to the waistband and slipped my white Hanes below my low hung balls,
he smiled again, with that sort of smirk, and then continued to remove my
briefs. Here we were, both stark naked.

He didn't start to jerk me, however, he bent over at the waist and flicked
his tongue around the inside of my foreskin. My body tingled and I felt it
from the bottom of my feet all the way to the top of my head.

 Now I was feeling this totally warm sensation on my dick. He had taken the
whole thing into his mouth and was moving up and down the shaft with his
tongue making wide movements on the underside of my veiny penis. His right
hand was gently playing with my balls, as he left moved around the round
globes of my ass.

I could feel his finger searching for my man cunt, and finally he found it
and pushed it in. His oral stimulation, manual ball massage and anal attack
had me straining to hold back the inevitable release of semen. I couldn't
hold on for long.

My words, "I'mmmm cummmmmmmmiiiiinnnnggggg" were barely audible when the
hot white juice was streaming from my pee slit. Three, four, five and one
more.  I shot six steamy spurts of hot sweet cum, and Little Hatch didn't
flinch a bit, he just kept swallowing each and every drop of semen. My body
twitched as he continued to suck my dick to insure that he got every
drop. Finally, my dick began to soften, and he let it slip from his mouth
with a pop.

He stood up and kissed me on the lips. I slipped him some tongue and could
taste the remains of the sweet juice he had just swallowed.

It was now my turn to satisfy this young stud. I picked him up and laid him
across my desk and jerked him back to full erection. I bent over his chest
and licked both his nipples, then his chest, down to his button and down
the treasure trail that had not yet bloomed on this youngun.

I reached the base of his cock, and started to lick my way to the tip. In
the meantime, I was rubbing his ball sac, and twirling those two little
treasures between my fingers.  The pre cum was leaking like crazy, and it
was time to taste this boys juices. Emmmm it was delicious. So sweet, and
still warm from the base of his dick.

My mouth was over the tip, and moving down this immense piece of boy meat.
His dick head was tickling the back of my throat, and there was still more
than 2 inches to go. I did my best. By the third thrust, I had taken his
entire dick into my mouth and my nose was touching his scraggly bush. One
good thing about 14 year olds, it doesn't take them long to reach a climax.
He did, two huge squirts, and then about 5 short ones. The last was just a
dribble.

I didn't waste a drop. It was delicious. He was in ecstasy and squirmed
about a lot as I continued to worship his sword. When he was done, and I
had licked my way around his circumcision scars, he just lay there spent.

It was a great afternoon, and just the beginning of a wonderful summer.
Hopefully, as time permits, I will continue this saga of Little Hatch, the
Waterfront and other wonderful things about that 1996 Summer Camp season.

If you liked the story, please let me know by writing me at
Irish3625@aol.com.  I am always open for comments from the Nifty readers.
If you'd like more, let me know.  If you have similar Boy Scout
experiences, I love to know them also. You tell me your Ssories, and I will
tell you mine. I got lots of them. Some experiences were planned, and
others were not. All were great. I loved being in Boy Scouts -- and you can
take that any way you want.