Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2012 21:33:56 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Summer Job  -  Chapter four

I awoke in the morning to the raucous chattering of two red squirrels
arguing outside my window. I felt surprisingly refreshed. It was still
early and I decided to head to the showers immediately. I felt it was
important to keep my libido down by attending to my toiletries before the
boys arrived.


As I strode towards my destination my head was full of the wonderful
memories of David. The vision of his perfect nakedness lying in the bed
beside me sent new shivers up and down my spine. I wondered how often I
might see him again without making it too obvious to everyone in camp. In a
perfect world I could easily have ignored everyone else. I squeezed the end
of my cock through my shorts hoping to make it go down. I don't know why I
did it. It never worked.


In the category of the best laid plans I discovered I wasn't early
enough. As I entered the washroom I found Bob from cabin six already
shaving at a sink and I could hear his charges cavorting in the shower
room.


There were two communal washrooms in camp. The one closest to my cabin was
assigned to the older campers. It contained a row of sinks on one wall
while on the other was a series of door less toilets. The remainder of the
building was a large tiled shower room. It brought back memories of my high
school days with its central pole containing a multitude of shower heads. I
was to learn you had to get there early if you wanted warm water.


"Good morning," I grunted, "How'd it go last night?"


"Oh, hi Andy," Bob replied. "It went about as I expected. I've learned over
my summer here that not much ever happens the first night. They're excited
of course and they spend half the night talking but as far as sex goes it
never seems to go much past the 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'
stage." Bob stopped for a moment and then grinned, "Wait until the second
week though. Some of them give me an education by then!"


"Do you get involved?" I had to ask.


"A little but not much. I learned the hard way in the first session if you
get too involved too quickly you lose their respect. It gets too hard to
control them."


I had the distinct feeling that Bob was an excellent counsellor, someone I
could turn to for advice if I needed it. A loud voice interrupted us.


"Hey guys. Andy's here!"


I turned as a gaggle of very naked boys appeared at the mouth of the shower
room. It was difficult to keep my eyes up.


"Hi Andy!" two or three of the boys yelled out.


"Good morning guys," I yelled back.


"Are you coming in for a shower?" one of the boys cried out.


I instantly recognized the enquirer as Clive, the archery ace. Beads of
water were dripping off his chin. The wetness seemed to accentuate his long
dark lashes and add sparkle to his visage. He stood a little apart from the
other boys making it clear he wanted me to view his ample package. I
steeled myself the best I could.


"I want to shave first," I told him. "I'll come in later."


As I began to arrange my shaving supplies yet another rendition of that
song erupted from the shower room.


     'Hey dingle dangle......'


I groaned and turned to Bob. "I'm really regretting teaching them that
song!"


Bob laughed and replied, "Yeah, it's like your signature tune now."


The boys came out of the shower one by one. As they towelled off behind me
I got glimpses of their naked bodies through the mirror as I shaved. I
pressed the front of my shorts against the sink hoping my erection wasn't
showing. Eric, a cute thirteen year old, had a beautiful penis with a large
glans and well developed pubes despite his small stature. The way he
strutted I knew he was proud of it. I altered my position a couple of times
in front of the mirror so I could get a better view. I didn't want to miss
anything without making it obvious so I thought it best if I reshaved part
of my face. Eric co-operated beautifully and wandered towards me as he
dried. I could stand it no longer. I grabbed my towel so that it hung over
my bulging shorts, turned, and made small talk with him.


"How is camp so far Eric?"


He smiled demurely. "I'm having a wonderful time!" he grinned with the
emphasis on the wonderful.


I secretly wished I could take him to one side and have him explain to me
why it was so wonderful. We continued talking for a minute or two. All the
time he kept his towel around his neck. I was far enough back I was able to
scope his entire body. I'll swear I saw his organ rising as we conversed.


"C'mon Clive!" Bob yelled. "You're the last one. It's time to go."


A voice echoed from the shower room. "Er....er....just give me a couple of
minutes. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."

Bob leaned over towards me and whispered, "Be careful Andy. I think Clive
has a crush on you."


With that Bob turned and with his entourage marched back to his
cabin. Clive and I were alone and with my shave finished I had run out of
excuses to do anything except shower. The problem was Bob's advice was
still fresh in my mind and after the episode with David the last thing I
wanted this morning was another sex orgy.


"C'mon," Clive hollered, "The water's great!"


I hesitated, took a deep breath, and marched into the shower, my now
semi-hard swinging pendulum like between my legs. Clive's organ was three
steps ahead of mine pointing at a forty-five degree angle towards the
ceiling. He made no attempt to conceal it.


"Whew!" Clive exclaimed, his eyes glued to my appendage. "Jimmy was
right. You're huge!"


I responded by suggesting that it was about time he returned to his
cabin. I felt the less time I spent with Clive in the shower the better.


"Yeah, ..... I guess,....but I can stay for a few more minutes."


I didn't push it any further for the moment and chose the shower head on
the opposite side to Clive. I turned on the water and began to soap
myself. Clive promptly moved to the adjacent shower head. He seemed as
anxious to make things happen as I was to make sure they didn't.


I noticed Clive 's eyes drop downwards. It could have been the shower water
But I'll swear he was drooling.


"Can I help you or something?" he muttered.


I didn't want to get upset with him. Besides I liked the boy. "Sure, Clive
if you want to help me why don't you wash my back."


Great idea I thought to myself. This way neither of us can be tempted by a
full frontal view of the other!


Reaching for a bar of soap he exclaimed, "All right!"


Starting at my shoulder blades he did a good job......for about thirty
seconds, Then he stopped. I then felt a pronounced hardness up and down the
crack of my ass. He wrapped his arms around my waist and made full body
contact. With his cock wedged between us he began to move rhythmically up
and down. A low moan escaped his lips.


By now my cock was rigid and between thoughts of David, Eric's display, and
now Clive's aggressiveness, I was in self control trouble again. I put my
hand over one of his and pushed it down towards my groin. Andy took a firm
grip of my cock and began to jack it. I closed my eyes and waited for the
inevitable explosions.


The explosions never happened. A sudden burst of noise forewarned us of
another cabin arriving on the premises. We disengaged but not before Clive
made a comment.


"I really like you Andy. Can I come and help you shower again?"


"I don't want to set a firm appointment," I told him, "But if we should
meet here again it would be a pleasure!"


"Yes!" Clive hissed, grinning from ear to ear.


He exited the room just as a few of he new boys recognized my presence.


"Hi Andy!" a couple of them chimed.


Like others before them their jaws suddenly dropped and their eyes grew
wide as they viewed my nakedness for the first time.


"Just finishing guys. The shower is all yours."


"No Andy," one of the voyeurs protested, "You can stay. We don't mind
sharing the shower with you!"


I had a vivid picture in my mind of a mass gang rape session had I
stayed. I chose discretion and extricated myself. Thankfully there was
still plenty of time for a good wank in my cabin before breakfast.


The breakfast was the usual fare of cereal, bacon and scrambled eggs. I sat
with Mr. Gardner again along with the two activity counsellors and the camp
nurse. We all exchanged small talk. I finished early and chose to circulate
among the boys. I tried to converse with as many as I could. I used a hands
on approach. It was part of who I was. When I reached David he turned in
his seat and smiled.


"You seem to be all better this morning David." .


"Yup! I had a good time last night. Can I come to your cabin tonight too?"


"I would like that very much David," I replied, "But there are thirty-five
other boys and any one of them may need me tonight,. But I promise you we
will get together again before the end of camp. Okay?"


"I can't wait!" David exclaimed.


Clive loved it when I placed two hands on his chest from directly behind
him. He placed his hands on top of mine, looked back, and grinned.


"Thanks again for the help this morning," I said.


"It was fun," he replied.


I also noticed that Eric seemed to be following my progress around the room
with his eyes. As I approached him he turned in his seat to face me, looked
up, and made direct eye contact. I caressed his cheek.


"You are quite a boy Eric," I stated, "I really like you."


"I really like you too Andy!" he replied.


As I walked away I somehow knew that Eric and I would soon find a way to
meet privately.


I noticed that a couple of the boys who had seen my nakedness in the shower
were talking to others at their table while holding their hands at least a
foot apart. Then they formed a circle using two hands to do it. I guessed
they were describing what they had seen generously adding a few inches to
my length and girth. I didn't bother to correct them.

Two campers from cabin one, twelve year old Matthew and thirteen year old
Jim asked if they could speak to me privately. I responded that I would try
to find some private time with them before the end of the day. One of the
counsellors also asked me to speak to fourteen year old Henry from his
cabin. It seemed the boy was quite despondent and kept to himself. I
promised to look into it. I reasoned that my agenda seemed to be filling
quickly. I also suspected that new temptations lay ahead and the question
in my mind was whether or not I could handle them?

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