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Date: Wed,  5 Jul 1995 09:15:04 UTC
Subject: Campboy 1/? (m/b)
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The CampBoy 1/?                                            Written by: SteveSTL 
M/b

     I won't bore all of you with the usual disclaimer about this story being purely 
fictitious
and all that.  I think you know the routine by now.

________________________________________________________________________

     I have always looked forward to the summer months.  That time of year when young
boys have more time on their hands than they could possibly know what to do with.  When
the temperatures drive them to walk around without their shirts.  When the summer camp
is inhabited with a hundred beautiful young boys, looking for something new and 
exciting
to occupy their time.  This is the time of year when meeting new young friends is 
always
interesting.
     Oak Haven camp sits directly behind my house.  From my second story windows, I
have a full view of the open fields and swimming pool of  the camp.  After a couple of
weeks of boy watching, it's easy to spot those boys who have yet to make friends at 
camp. 
These are the boys that always seem to make their way over to my house, or the trails 
that
go through the woods next to my house.
     This particular year, I had been watching a blond haired boy of about 13 years.  
He
seemed to spend most of his time by the swimming pool.  I noticed that he was never
around the other kids.  He was either swimming laps in the pool, or laying poolside 
getting
tanned.  While most of the other kids wore their usual swim trunks, this boy always 
wore
speedos.  The light blue lycra emphasized his beautiful boy butt and 
long smooth legs.  I as
dying to get a closer look at the boy.  My only problem was how to get 
him over to the
house.
     Well, luck must have been with me that year because circumstances 
brought him right
to me.  I was out cutting the back yard on a particularly hot day, when 
I noticed that my
favorite young boy was sitting on the trail just inside the tree line.  
He seemed to be tending
a wound on the side of his leg.  I cut-off the lawn mower and walked 
over to the trail.  The
boy had that look on his face like he thought he was going to get into 
trouble or something. 
I asked the boy if he was all right.  "I slid down the hill there and 
scratched up my leg.", he
said.  I walked over next to him, "Let me take a look at that, it looks 
pretty bad."  He
leaned over to his one side so that I could get a look at the wound.  
It really wasn't very
deep or anything, but the scratches went from his mid-thigh all the way 
to his butt.  He was
wearing a white pair of Umbro shorts over his swimsuit.  "Well, it 
probably looks worse
than it is, with the dirt and all.", trying my best to be comforting, 
"why don't you come
inside and we'll clean it up."  He seemed a little nervous, but it was 
obvious that the
stinging of his leg was out-weighing his caution.  He just said "thanks 
mister", and walked
to the house with me.  I took him to the master bathroom and ran some 
warm water into
the sink.  "I'm Tom, what's your name?" I asked.  "Jason" he replied.  
"Well Jason, lets see
if we can't get you cleaned up here."  I took a wash cloth and dipped 
it in the warm water. 
"Let me know if this hurts, O.K.?"  I placed my hand inside his thigh 
and washed the lower
part of the wound with the washcloth.  He was wincing with pain a 
little, but didn't say a
word.  As I moved up the wound, I came to the edge of his speedos.  
They were torn up
from the fall, but I couldn't get to the remainder of the wound.  
"Jason, I'm going to need
you to take these off, for me to clean the rest of your wound here."  
My dick was already
stiff in my shorts from caressing his inner-thigh.  The thought of this 
beautiful boy
stripping down in front of me almost caused me to cum my shorts right 
then and there. 
"But Sir, I'll be naked!", he said in an almost pleading voice.  
"Jason, you don't have to call
me sir, Tom will be just fine.", trying to sound reassuring, "we're 
both boys here.  We don't
have to worry about seeing other boys naked."  He looked at me with 
those drop-dead blue
eyes and just said "O.K."  He slowly pulled off his shorts first, 
trying to lift the waist band
over the wound.  His blue speedos perfectly outlined his boy dick, 
which I noticed was
slightly aroused.  He untied the knot in the front of his swimsuit and 
looked at me unsure. 
I just smiled at him and said "It's all right."  He pulled the suit 
down over the wound in the
same careful manner he did with the shorts.  There was a definite tan 
line between is
smooth light brown legs and milky white boybutt.  His dick was about 3 
1/2" semi-erect. 
Not a sign of pubic hair anywhere.  My dick was now obviously stiff in 
my shorts.  I
replaced my hand on his inner-thigh and continued to clean the 
scratches on his butt.  Ever
so slightly, I moved my hand up and down his inner-thigh, moving a 
little higher each time. 
My hand eventually brushed against his tight nut-sack.  This caused his 
dick to jump to full
attention.  Now standing at its full 4 1/2", I was dying to wrap my 
lips around his beautiful
boydick, but I knew it was much too early for that.  I finished 
cleaning his wound, allowing
my other hand to continue rubbing against his young, hairless scrotum.  
"Well, there you
go, your all cleaned up.", I said with a smile.  "Thanks Tom, it still 
stings though.", hoping
I would be able to make it feel better.  "You can soak in the hottub 
for awhile if you want,
it should make it feel better.  I'll wash out your shorts and swimsuit while 
your soaking." 
By this time, I just wanted to grab the boy and slid my dick up his ass, but I 
knew that if I
ever wanted the chance to do that, I would have to take it slow and easy.  
     Jason was visibly excited about the idea of soaking in a hottub.  "Really, 
I've never been
in a hottub!", he said with wide eyes.  "Follow me, and you will.", I replied.  
"What about a
swimsuit?", Jason asked questioningly.  "The tubs inside, no one will be able 
to see you. 
Besides, I never wear a suit into the hottub.", I reassured him.  I lead him 
downstairs to the
hottub and said, "Jump on in, I'll join you just a soon as I wash out your 
shorts and
swimsuit."  I practically ran across the house to the kitchen.  I wanted to 
hurry up and wash
out his clothes, so I could join him in the tub. 
     I went to the kitchen where I placed the white Umbros in the sink and 
grabbed the
swimsuit.  I couldn't help bringing the crotch of the suit up to my nose, where 
I drank the
smell of his boyhood.  The combination of boyscent and sweat overcame me.  My 
dick
was now stiffer than ever.  How was I going to get into the hottub with this 
stiff ass dick
sitting out in front of me.  I tried to think of anything but the beautiful boy 
that sat naked
downstairs.  I just couldn't seem to get him out of my mind.  The thought of 
sucking his
boyhood into my mouth was all I saw.  I decided the hell with it.  He might as 
well see me
in all my glory from the get go.  I placed the swimsuit in the sink and headed 
downstairs.
     "So hows the water Jason?", I asked in an excited voice.  "Great, it feels 
really strange
having all these jets shooting water on me.", he said with a giggle.  "Do you 
mind if I join
you?", I asked.  "Sure, I don't think it'll be too cramped.", he replied.  He 
pretended to be
preoccupied with the jets as I took my shorts and underwear off.  It was 
obvious to me that
he had never seen a man with an erection and was quite fascinated by the whole 
thing.  He
couldn't help but sneak a peek as often as possible.  I casually gave my dick a 
quick stroke. 
This caused his mouth to drop open slightly, but he quickly recovered.  Instead 
of sitting
across from him in the tub, as one would normally do, I sat down next to him.  
He really
didn't seem to mind at all.  It was driving me crazy, feeling his smooth legs 
sitting next to
mine.  I noticed through the bubbles that his dick was still stiff as before.  
I decided that it
was time to take a more aggressive approach.  "I see the hottub turns you on as 
much as it
does me.", I said with a smile. "What do you mean Tom?", he asked trying to 
sidestep the
subject.  "Well, it looks like your dick is just as stiff as mine is.", I 
persue.  "I guess it does. 
Actually my thingy seems to be getting stiff a lot lately.", he answered 
sincerely.  "Do you
ever take care of it?", I asked. "What do you mean?", he asked directly this 
time. 
"Sometimes you need to give it some attention, watch, I'll show you.", I 
answered.  It was
obvious at this point that boyhood curiosity had the best of him.  I grabbed 
the bottle of
handlotion that I keep sitting next to the hottub, and sat up on the edge.  His 
face was only
about 12 inches from my stiff rod.  I just wanted to straddle him, and fuck his 
face.  I
squeezed some lotion into my hand. "You should always use some kind of a 
lubricant.  It
makes it feel better.", I instructed him.  I grabbed my cock and slowly started 
stroking it.  It
was a real turn-on just to have this young boy sitting there watching me 
jack-off.  He
watched intently, but didn't say a word.  "Would you like to join me?", I 
asked.  "No
thanks Tom, maybe some other time."  I was terribly disappointed, but continued 
to jack-
off.  I knew that at some point I would be able to go further with Jason.  As I 
approached
climax I said,"watch, it'll shoot just like a water pistol here in a minute."  
I pumped my
organ faster and faster until finally I shot my load.  The first glob of semen 
blew right over
the hottub and landed on the floor.  The second, third and forth spurts all 
landed right in
the hot tub, where they were quickly dispersed by the bubbling water.  Jason 
was amazed
by the whole situation.  As my dick shrank, I said, "see, it feels much better 
now.  You just
have to take care of it sometimes."  Jason just nodded his head.  It seemed to 
be a little too
much for him to take in all at once.  So we just soaked in the hottub for 
awhile and horsed
around.  I used every opportunity to feel his body.  Whether is was tickling 
him, or
wrestling around with him in the water.  After a while, he said that he had 
better get going. 
I told him that it was a pleasure to meet him and that I sure enjoyed his 
company.  Then he
asked me the magic question, "Tom, will you be around tomorrow?".  "Sure Jason, 
just
ring the bell.  Your always welcome, anytime.", I cheerfully responded.


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