Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2010 23:18:14 -0400
From: conislancio@gmail.com
Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 2

This story contains fictional depictions of sexual encounters between teen
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This story is a fictional work.  It is loosely based on some experiences I
had in various different situations throughout my high school days,
super-imposed within the framework of these fictional scenarios.  All
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 2

I was glad to get out of the dining hall and out into the sun.  Derek and
Todd went off to their respective program areas to see what was up.  Tim
and I headed down to the waterfront.  He gave me a tour of the boat yard
and swimming area, which were basically next to each other.  After a while,
a tall, husky blond-haired guy, about 25 years old, showed up carrying
boxes with new oars and paddles.  Tim and I helped him unload them at the
boat yard and he introduced himself to me as Mike, the Waterfront Director.

The first thing Mike wanted to do was to give Tim and I our swim tests.  I
thought that was silly, since we were certified lifeguards, but apparently
it was policy that everyone take the swim test.  I swam the 100 yards
easily, as did Tim, and we climbed back onto the dock.

"Why don't you guys dry off a little before the rest of the staff gets
here," Mike said.  I'm going to go up to the lodge and change into my
uniform.  I'll see you back here in about a half hour."

"Hey, Sam," Tim said, "I'm gonna go have a smoke, wanna join me?"

"Sure," I replied, happy that Tim also smoked.  I had just started a few
weeks ago at my camp, but I loved smoking.

We walked up to our tent area and over to Tim's tent.  He threw me a pack
of smokes and I took two out.  As I was doing doing that, Tim took off his
wet trunks and hung them up on the line.  Naked, he took the cigarette and
lit it.  We stood there for a few minutes smoking, until he finally grabbed
a dry pair of shorts from his trunk.  He stood there just holding the
shorts, pulling on his cigarette.

"I could use a good wank," Tim blurted out casually.

"Huh?" I said surprised.

"I need to beat off. I'm horny as hell."

I instinctively looked down at his naked crotch to see a beautiful cock,
nestled amongst a nest of black, soft hair, with a big ball sack hanging
beneath it.  His dick was flaccid, but looked thick and had a nice big
purple helmet.

I felt my cock stir and quickly looked away as I took a drag on my
cigarette.

"Oh, come on," said Tim, "Don't tell me you don't jerk off.  Everyone does,
so why deny it.  There's nothing wrong with it.  Fuck, I haven't seen my
girlfriend in four weeks and I'm about ready to find a tree knot to stick
it in."

I laughed at the reference, but said nothing.

"You do jerk off, right?" He asked.

"Well..., yeah," I stammered, "Sometimes."

"When's the last time?" He asked.

I blushed, "Last night," I said.

"Someone's embarrassed," he smiled, "Don't be a prude and don't be
embarrassed.  Looks like you could use a little relief right now."  He
indicated the tenting front of my shorts, which were sticking out with my
hard-on.

"Sorry," I said, "It has a mind of it's own."

He chuckled, "No, that's cool.  Looks like a nice one," he smiled and I
noticed his hand was down on his own cock, which looked significantly
bigger than it had a few minutes ago.  My cock was rock hard at this point
and my shorts tenting straight out.  I adjusted it and tried to cover it as
best as I could.

"Besides," said Tim, "From what I hear around here it's pretty easy to find
someone to help you, if you know what I mean."

I didn't, but I let it go, relieved to be done with the subject and trying
to allow my cock to settle down again.

"Well,let's get back," he said as he stamped out his cigarette and pulled
on his shorts.

We made our way back down to the docks. Todd was there already, with a few
other guys, waiting for Mike to start his presentation and the swim tests.
Todd was talking with Derek.

"Hey, Sambo," he said.  "Derek says he thinks he's just going to stay in a
tent at the Scout Craft area so he can nap during the day without getting
caught, so I thought maybe I could move in with you.  I can't deal with all
the hicks in the staff area."

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind.  I don't mean to bail on you, man" said
Derek.

"I don't care," I said, "I don't mind sleeping with Todd."

"Really," Todd said with a mischievous grin, putting his arm around me and
rubbing my back. "I had no idea you felt that way about me, Sambo."

"Fuck you , Todd," I said, a little embarrassed, "You know what I meant."
We all laughed.  But I was getting hard again, feeling Todd's arm around me
and rubbing my back.  I figured it was unintentional, but his hand went
pretty low and brushed across the top of my ass several times.  I snuck a
look at Todd, standing there in baggy shorts, just barely hiding his small
ass.  His torso was not muscular, but there was not an ounce of fat.  And
not a hair to be seen, below the long, scraggly, blond mop on top of his
head.

There was a significant bulge in the front of his shorts and I wondered
what was under there.  His legs were skinny and covered in a light blond
fuzz.  I don't know what it was, but right there I was very attracted to
Todd.  I wanted to feel him touch me again.