Date: Mon, 08 Oct 2001 17:39:54
From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stinky Campers

What do you do with five stinky 10-year old boys?  Four days into summer
camp, these 5 guys really started getting ripe.  It was bad enough that
they spent a couple hours each day on horseback, and the camp-out the night
before added a smokiness to them, and it was in the middle of one of the
hottest Texas summers, but I don't think any of them had even opened their
footlockers for clean clothes.

I would find out over my career as a summer camp counselor that it was at
the age of 11 when boys either developed a sense of smell or a sense of
cleanliness.  Until then, boys were content to live out their time at camp
in the same clothes, no matter how crusty or slimy they became.  Ten- year
olds peaked at this lifestyle.  There was a definite aversion to that
little room next to the sink and the toilet; the shower.  Assigned a cabin
of 10-year olds was very different duty than having 12 and 13-year olds.
With the older boys, you were more concerned about finding them sneaking
into the girls' cabin in the middle of the night, or hearing the nightly
serenade of the squeaky bedsprings when everyone was supposed to be asleep.
I had to worry about getting them clean and in clean clothes, at least use
enough clean clothes that momma is pleased by the end of the session.

I had a memorable cabin of filthy 10-year olds.  Greg and Doug were twins,
sun bleached blondes with crooked grins and chubby cheeks.  They were
identical in all but one spot, one of them, and I still don't know which,
had a birthmark right at the crease of his right leg at his crotch.  It was
halfway visible when he was in a Speedo or undies.  He was a little
reluctant to drop his pants in other situations to prove his identity.
These guys were the most uninhibited of the bunch and thanks to their older
brother, the most knowledgeable about sex and bodily functions.

Shane and David were neighbors in the real world.  Apart they were quiet
and shy, together they could take on anybody.  Shane had light brown hair
and pretty green eyes.  He was voted as having the cutest dimples, which if
I had a vote, it would have gone to him on that.  Of course, any mention of
how cute the dimples were, they would appear accompanied by a severe blush.
It was made worse when the rest of cabin started referring to his butt
cheeks as having the cute dimples.

David had dark black hair and his eyes were the color of coal.  He was
seldom without his bright orange Astros cap that just made you notice the
black hair even more.  His apparent shyness was lost when ever he was on
horseback or competing in almost anything.  He got more speed out of his
old nag than any other kid, his boots flying high and then driving them
hard into the horse's side on every stride.  He would win the best rider
that session, no one else even came close.

Then there was Will.  Will got along fine with the others, but the incoming
dynamics had the others predestined to pair up.  Will was left out a few
times, and it was the slow times that mattered the most.  At rest period
and at lights out, homesickness would set in.  I got pretty good at curing
it, just little techniques to make the homesick kid concentrate on the fun
he was having the rest of the time instead of the comforts of home.  Will
slept in the bunk above mine, and on the occasions of bad homesickness, in
my bunk.  Will qualified all the way around as a 10-year old, except for
his size, not so much height.  His hands were small, fingers skinny and
almost delicate.  His face was round and small, best described as cute.
His brown hair was styled by bowl, hanging straight down at the same level
all the way around.  His mother had figured out how to deal with a 10-year
old grooming, just get his haircut that requires the least amount of
attention.

It's the grooming that is the start of this story.  That day after the
campout, they all were wrestling with my on my bed.  With all of them
wrestling and all sorts of body parts passing by my nose, I knew it was
time for no more arguing, they had to get clean.  With eyes watering and a
few nosehairs singeing. I gave the order for showers.  I had to answer the
same question from each of them: Why?  As we were wrestling, it took me
thrusting Greg/Doug's and Will's head into the seat of Shane's Levis to
gain concurrence on the need for clean.

Our shower was small, it would be small in a single family house kid's
bathroom.  But it did accommodate all five naked bodies, at the same time.
I thought about just tossing the soap into the middle of the pile and
letting it work itself down.  By the time it hit the shower floor, it was
bound to have cleaned up a majority of the stinky parts.  It was a loud
shower too!  How five little naked boys could giggle and scream like an
entire highschool cheerleader squad is amazing to me.  Each time a butt
would make contact with another butt or a dick, both would burst out with a
shriek.  Then Greg and Doug even got that activity more organized, they had
no inhibition about lining up their growing little dicks against one
another.  They looked like mirror images.  Shane and David couldn't resist,
they lined up and compared length as well.  Apparently, if you arch your
back and thrust your hips forward, your dick will be longer, at least that
is the pose each took.  Those four made sure Will was part of all this fun.
To my and their surprise, Will's slight build belied the magnitude of his
erection.  It was hard as a rock, skin pulled tight, poking out with a
slight curve upward and almost an inch longer than the other four boys.  It
did lack in girth but the length more than made up for it.  In contrast,
Greg's and Doug's when soft looked more like a Dunkin Donut donut-hole
stuck between their legs, just a little bitty knob.

I decided to help a little more and took off my shirt to keep it dry.  I
stood at the edge of the shower and lathered up the shampoo in each one's
hair.  And did I bone up!  My jeans were pushing back my dick and I'm sure
the zipper strain was significant.  I would finish up each shampoo with a
slap on the butt.  The water slicked little white butts just asked for a
hand on them.

Now they smelled all sweet and nice.  I even helped them dry off.  I sat
down on my bed and getting them close enough to dry meant that an
occasional leg would make contact with my dick, albeit thru my jeans.  I
enjoyed that, and although I thought I was slick enough that they didn't
notice, I think they enjoyed it as well.  And I even got each one of them
in clean undies from their footlockers.  I would have preferred a little
more wrestling with these clean boys but I got them in bed and headed for
sleep.

My boner was demanding attention, it didn't matter how I arranged it within
my jeans, it ached for some stroking.  With the boys in bed, I told them
they could talk quietly until I got out of the shower.  I stripped down to
my underwear, hiding my boner carefully and holding my towel in front of me
as I made it to the shower.  I took off my underwear and smiled as I added
it to the small pile of the boys' undies.  I realized that the boys weren't
the only ones in need for a cleaning, I was not all that fresh.  I stepped
into the warm water, boner freely bouncing up and down.  I quickly finished
washing my hair and then got serious about jacking off.  I had my eyes
closed and thoughts were on those five little white butts.  I got thinking
about all of them boned up and not only how cute there were but how sexy
they looked.  My hand got into a good rhythm and it wasn't long at all that
I was shooting hot cum onto the floor of the shower.  I soaped the rest of
my body as I waited for my dick to ease back down.  I was still a little
wet when I walked out of the bathroom and back into the cabin.  Greg/Doug
said "I know what you were doing in there."  I wish I had some good
comeback but all I could say was "oh yea?".  David and Shane joined Greg
and Doug in giggling, giggling at me, I was sure.

I got them quieted down quickly and put on my own nice clean briefs.  I was
standing by my bunk, with Will right in front of me.  I reach out and put
my hand on his chest and asked him if he was doing ok.  He put both his
hands on top of mine and just held it there for a bit.  He nodded his head
and said yea.  We talked just a little bit of what would happen tomorrow, I
think Will had caught on to my anti-homesickness method as he began the
thoughts of fun and busy times.  Will began to rub my hand, much like
holding and squeezing a stuff animal or teddy bear.  I could tell my hand
and the touch of it was a comfort to him.  I enjoyed it as well, my big ol'
rough hand felt soft tender skin, a steady heartbeat pumping against my
palm, my hand almost completely covering his chest.  Will finally broke it
off my turning on his side and snuggling under the covers, and wishing me a
good night.

One thing I did learn that next morning was that you really needed to let
young boys' hair dry before you put them to bed.  No amount of combing or
brushing would wrangle the bed-hair into anything that resembled a
civilized hair style.  Even when David put his Astros cap on, the black
hair spun and whipped out the sides like a tornado had blown through in the
middle of the night.  I bent them over the sink to wet their hair, brushed
and pushed until we had to leave for breakfast.  As they bounded down the
path to breakfast, all the hair looked more like modern art sculptures.
Even Will's simple cut looked more like the back end of a pissed off turkey
Well, at least they smelled a lot better!

A couple of evenings later, it was time for the dance.  All the time before
and after dinner was used for getting clean and pretty.  In the older boys'
cabins, there was a rush for the showers and shouts from the waiting boys
for others to hurry.  My boys were more interested in practicing with the
ropes out front.  With the attention of the older boys elsewhere, it gave
them a chance to practice their roping skills, throwing loops at the
plastic steer head attached to the bale of hay.  They weren't thrilled
about going to the dance, nor about another shower, I let them play a while
longer while I went in and took my shower first. I shit, showered and -
well, I didn't need to shave, it was less than a week since the last time.

I called them all in, and got them all to pull out some nice clothes for
the dance.  I did notice a couple of nice fold piles of clean undies, way
too many left in undisturbed piles.  I was really going to have to work on
getting through those piles before the end of camp.

They all stood around waiting for each other, naked towels and soap in
hand, giggling, pinching their little dicks, all ready for fun in the
shower.  It was all five of them again, "Big Boner Will" was erect as he
dropped his towel and walked dick first into the shower.  Not one of these
boys was interested in getting clean, they just wanted views and touches of
each other's dicks.  The accidental touches produced as many shrieks as did
the intentional comparison or touching.  I knew it was going to be a wet
mission, so I stayed in only my underwear.

Only thing was, I really didn't expect to get as hard and large as I did.
I didn't think, and was hoping that they would notice.  But it was when the
tip of my dick pushed out the waistband that there was no way I could hide
it.  There was all kinds of hoots and hollars about my boner. They wanted
me to start comparing with the group of boners in front of me.  I resisted
and just kept washing hair and spreading out the soap.  I'm not even sure
who's hand it was that reached out and pulled down the front of my
underwear.  But my boner stuck straight out and seemed to lurch toward the
boys.  They screamed and jumped back against the shower wall.  I know I'm
not that scary down there!  My covering back up was delayed for a moment at
the sight of 5 wet shiny naked boys all pressing together.  Everyone of
them already boned up.  There was so much squirming and writhing skin that
I had to stare, just as they were all staring at my dick.  I covered back
up but that didn't stop the little wet hands from reaching over and
pulling.  It got to be a game, I would pull down the front of my underwear,
they would scream and jump back, all the time looking at my dick.

The game went beyond that shower.  Mostly at bedtime and in the mornings.
And I wasn't the only one doing the showing.  They would do it to each
other, and even to me.  The one I remember well was when I was waking up
after a nap after lunch.  I was about awake and I started smelling that
musky odor, I opened my eyes and I saw the head of a hard little dick about
an inch from my eye.  It scared the shit out of me!  I don't know what I
thought it was but I jumped a foot off the bed.  Will was thrilled and
stood there with his undies pulled below his balls, laughing so hard that
his dick bounced with every giggle.

After that, there were many little dicks put in my face as I was supposedly
asleep.  Only once in a while did I fake a frightened response, most of the
time, I just appreciated the opportunity to look so closely at the hard
little things.

The last group shower was as wet and loud as before, but I made sure I had
on a pair of Levis with a good belt.  Still the front of my jeans got wet
from splashing and little hands reaching out surely seeking my boner behind
the cloth.  It also got a little quiet as Doug and Greg did some teaching,
they explained the generation and track of sperm, close enough for 10 year
olds, but hardly anything that would pass anatomy class.

The last showers came before parents day.  Instead of a group shower, I
didn't want a huge mess of water, I got them one by one.  I went ahead and
stripped down to my underwear, but determined to keep them up.  Doug's
shower went fast, a quick shampoo and rinse, a few funny remarks about butt
holes, dicks, and boners.  Greg had a hard time waiting for his, he kept a
hand on his little dick, and found out he was holding it so he could piss
in the shower.  He had some idea that was a great and funny thing.  All I
know is he had to have had a bladder the size of a football, he pissed for
5 minutes.

David enjoyed his, he insisted on a long back scrubbing.  He didn't
completely bone up but stayed halfway the entire time.  He leaned into me
as I washed his back.  I was afraid he was going to fall asleep as relaxed
as he was getting.  I did like to wash his black hair, it was so thick and
seemed to foam up more than the others.  David would stand so still but
relaxed as I massaged his head and rinsed the shampoo.

Shane was a little rougher in the shower.  He kept wanting to see me, he
would grab at my dick.  He would throw hand fulls of water at my underwear,
soaking them completely.  I'm sure I was visible through the white fabric.
By the time I was shampooing his hair, I took them off and just stepped in
with him.  He used my dick as a toy, slapping it back and forth, jiggling
it up and down.  Anything he did just pumped my blood into my dick.  Shane
thought it was all so fun.  He left the shower with a big honk of my dick
and a smile.

Will couldn't wait to get in.  He was shaking as he stepped in, hands over
his boner.  But as he got in he brushed against my dick, I actually gasped
as that feeling jolted me.  He looked so small, but his dick so hard and so
long.  I loved the look he gave me as the water ran along his face and
streamed off his chin.  I pushed back his wet hair and exposed more of his
face.  He looked even better with it off his forehead.  I ended up combing
it that way that evening, and he wore it like that when he left.

Will had his bar of pure white Ivory soap but asked if he could use mine.
I was spoiled then and thought I needed to by my soap and toiletries from
Nieman's.  My soap had the same scent as my cologne.  I reached up and got
my soap and started to hand it to him but he just turned his back and got
me to start washing him.  As I got close to the little bubble butt, he
spread his legs and leaned forward against the wall.  I delayed just a
second, but then moved my soapy hand down between his legs.  I felt the
back of his sack and as I moved my hand back up, I felt the little opening
of his hole.  That got him to open he legs just a little more, I kept
washing, moving my hand all along his crack.  I never push a finger into
his hole but would stop and twirl a finger right along the edge of his
hole.  I moved up and the tip of my own dick was brushing his butt
cheeks. I was sure I was going to shoot all over his butt and back.  If I
had rubbed it on his butt just a second longer, I'm sure I would have
exploded.

Then, he turned around and told me to do his front.  I started soaping his
chest, I felt his hard little nipples as I passed over.  It was amazing to
feel the difference between his soft chest and the rocks of his nipples.
It was only a pass or two over his chest when he moved my hands to his
crotch.  My hands and his balls made a lot of soapy suds.  I massaged his
balls and even did a little stroking on his hard dick.  Each time I tried
to move my hands to his legs or belly, he would put them right back.  My
dick was pressing against him but I really forgot about that feeling.  I
was so concentrating on his balls and dick.

I was about to do more, I was so horny right then, I just couldn't handle
it.  I was going to go down and start sucking or at least look directly at
it as I was feeling them.  Will started to hump back and forth.  When his
balls tightened up into his body and his dick stood up a little more, I was
already for a handful of cum.  Nothing but a collapsing body.  He leaned
into me, I grabbed him and held on.  He wasn't about to fall.  He stayed
that way for a minute then looked up and whispered that he should get
dressed.

I was so horny and hard, and even though he left the bathroom door part way
open, I jacked hard and fast.  I shot a load that I know passed my eyes.

For hours, we visited with parents.  I got to talk to everyone of my boys'
parents.  I told them how good they acted, how much fun they had in their
activities, how good they were on horseback.  I talked a long time to
Will's parents about the little bouts of homesickness.  They were so
worried about it and almost canceled their own vacation so they wouldn't
send him to camp.  They were the worrying type of parents, I had to tell
them more about went on than any other boy.  They were so pleased and so
amazed at how happy he was.  They thought he had grown up so much during
the session.  I had to admit just how close we had grown together, while
all sorts of emotions and thoughts flew around inside me.

While we visited again that evening during the parents' reception, Will
hung on to me and his father the entire time.  I noticed that his mother
took note of almost every time that Will would jump on my back or take my
hand or just lean against me.  I had to visit with the other parents and
watched Will show his parents all the places that things went on.  I got a
lot of compliments from the other parents.  Of those compliments, all said
something about how nice and clean they looked.  I was so pleased with
myself!

When all the parents had gone back the hotels, after the closing campfire,
and after lights were out, I felt my bunk shake a little and a couple of
skinny naked legs appear from the bed above.  Will leaned over and looked
at my face and whispered that he was homesick.  This was what usually ended
up with him sliding into bed with me.  Most of the time with him under his
blanket and above mine, but the last time was under the same covers.

I couldn't believe he was homesick with only one more night to go.  The
first thing I thought about was having to take him to his parents at the
hotel on the very last night.  As soon as I said ok, he slid in beside me.
I got a good whiff of my own cologne and soap and liked that smell coming
from Will.  The first thing he asked me was, "Why do I have to go home
tomorrow?"  He just didn't want to leave camp, or me.

We whispered back and forth, I was telling him all the fun he would have
with friends back at home and with his dog.  My hand was rubbing his belly,
and I kept going a little lower each time.  When he got quiet, I thought he
was asleep, I move my hand over his undies.  His boner was easy to find and
I gently felt it and his balls.  I kept on the outside of his undies, more
because I didn't want to wake him up.  I was playing with the loose skin of
his scrotum as he all of a sudden flipped over facing me.  His face placed
on my chest, I loved the feel of his warm breath.  My hand rested on his
little butt and I started caressing that.  I thought he had gone back to
sleep but his hand started to try to pull the side of my underwear out.  I
picked my butt off the bed, lifted my leg and the cloth of my underwear was
loosened.

I delighted in the feel of those little fingers on my balls and dick.  He
pulled all he could free from my underwear and played with it.  I would
shiver each time he touched a new spot.  He worked his fingers around the
rim of my head.  He lifted and folded my scrotum.  He held each ball in his
hand, feeling to me like he filled his hand with just one.  He started
stroking me, he would stop and play more with my balls and even belly
button.  I would get closer and closer each time he stroked me.  He let go
when I was so close I couldn't stop, I whispered to him that he had to keep
going.  Within a few strokes, I shot, I know I reacted hard enough that the
bunk bounced loudly against the wall.  I shot somewhere between us.  My
heart was pounding and my breathing was fast, Will's head was pressed
against my chest as he brought up his hand and placed it on my chest as
well.  I could smell my own cum and felt a little of it on my chest.  As I
came back down, I fell asleep like that.

I am so glad that I set my alarm that night, I woke up to it with Will
snugged up close to me.  My dick and balls out of my underwear, my hand
inside the back of his.  We could not have gotten any closer.

It was extremely hard for us to part that afternoon, we both cried, his
mother cried, his father was choked up.  I was disappointed that it took
all session for Will to get that brave and that close to do what he did the
night before.  Camp for me would continue that summer, but I never got
quite that close, I did keep up the shower routine.

However, that next week, I got a care package.  Underneath the lemon
cookies, was a box from Nieman's.  A brand new set of soap, deodorant, and
aftershave.  Will told his mom that he used mine, I think he told her that
he used mine up.  There was a nice note from Will, telling me how much he
missed me and promised to come 2 sessions next year.  The letter from his
mother was great, she said a lot of things again but also thanked me for
getting Will interested in cleanliness.  He did turn 11 shortly after
leaving camp.