Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2010 22:59:19 -0400
From: conislancio@gmail.com
Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 3

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 3

I always knew I was attracted to boys, although I never really considered
myself gay.  But I noticed certain guys and then they became the subject of
my jerk off fantasies.  There were a couple boys from gym class, who I got
to see naked in the locker room regularly that totally turned me on.  There
was a lifeguard at my camp that gave me a boner all the time.  He would get
out of the pool, wrap a towel around himself and take off his suit, hanging
it up to dry.  Then he would sit in the guard tower.

Knowing he was nude under the towel would make me so horny.  I don't think
I knew at the time what I would ever do if given the opportunity, but I was
totally obsessed with naked boys, sometimes overwhelmed with a desire to
touch a beautiful round ass or fondle a cock and balls.

I managed to get my cock to soften enough that I could take off my shirt
when I went out onto the docks to guard for the tests.  I was a decent
looking boy, I thought.  At 15 (almost 16), I was tall for my age, about 6
foot, and filled out nicely, with a little bit of a six pack from working
out for swim team.  My chest was developed a little and I had nice arms.  I
think I looked every bit as developed as some of the seniors on the team.
I enjoyed showing off my body, so I often went without a shirt.  I had a
tight little swimmers build with quite a bit of tone to my chest, stomach
and arms.  My chest and stomach were completely smooth.  In fact, the only
real body hair I had grown so far was a small patch of pubes above my cock.
My legs showed a little promise of hair.

It felt good to feel the sun on my bare torso.  The effects of the pot were
completely gone now, but I felt pretty good.  I gave swim tests first to a
few young Scouts who were working in the kitchen so they could get back to
work.

My eyes almost popped out of my head when the next boy stepped up.  He
removed his shirt right in front of me to reveal the most gorgeous body I
have ever seen.

He was porn-star material.  When he spoke he had a thick accent, which I
learned later was Greek.  Luca was an exchange Scout from Greece.  He was
19 years old.  He had big firm pecs, broad shoulders, and thick biceps,
with amazing olive-tone skin.  He was completely smooth, and I wondered if
he shaved his upper body as well as his legs.  I could not see a hair on
him.  He proceeded to also remove his shorts, revealing a speedo that
barely contained a humongous bulge in front and cradled perfectly bulbous
lobes on the rear.  When he smiled at me, my knees got weak.

"Hi," he stuck out his hand and gave me a firm handshake, "I'm Luca." and
he flashed a bright, perfectly white smile at me.

"I...I'm Sam," I stammered, unable to stop looking at this god standing
before me.

"What do I do?" he asked.

"Uh... well, just jump in here feet first, swim to the end of the dock
down, back, and down again on your stomach or side, then use a resting back
stroke to come back and float on you back for a minute."

"OK.  Sounds good.  Are you a lifeguard?"  He asked me.

"Yeah.  I swim on the team at school as well," I said.

"You look like a good swimmer.  You have the physique," he said and
actually patted my abs, sending shock waves through my body.  I had to move
the rescue tube that I was holding to cover my quickly growing boner.  "I
also swim on team back home.

I hope my strokes are good enough for you"

He winked when he said "strokes" and I felt a dribble of precum leak out of
my raging cock.  Damn, I needed to bust a nut really bad.  This guy just
made a blatant pass at me.

I gathered my composure and managed to reply wittingly, "I'm sure your
strokes will be great."  I smiled when I said it and tried to subtly
emphasize the word "strokes."  I could not believe I was actually flirting
with this bronze god in front of me.

"Well, I give it my best shot," he replied, smiling, "but if my stroking is
not good enough, maybe you need to give me some pointers."

He winked and jumped into the water.  His strokes were perfect, but I was
pretty sure he not talking about swimming strokes and I now had a big wet
spot inside my trunks.

The remaining swim tests were uneventful.  Everyone was done in about 40
minutes.  The rest of the staff dispersed to change and go work in their
program areas for the remainder of the afternoon.  Tim, Mike and I made our
way over to the boat yard, where we inspected all the row boats, canoes,
and sailboats.  We unpacked the new oars and paddles and weeded through the
old ones to sort out the ones that were still in good shape.

After about an hour, Luca showed up, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.

"Jeff and Chris tell me I will be working in aquatics, at least to start,"
he told us.

"Cool," replied Mike, "I was wondering how he expected us to man the
waterfront with just the three of us.  Are you certified?"

"Yes," replied Luca, "I worked as a lifeguard, instructor, and swim coach,
last year while at school."

The four of us managed to get all of the row boats in the water and tied up
to the docks and all of the canoes on racks on shore.  It was hard work and
I was filthy and sweaty by the time we were done.

"Well, that's enough for today," announced Mike, "Hit the showers, boys.
I'll see you at dinner."

"Where are the showers?" asked Luca.

"Well, there's an open shower up behind the quartermaster shed," answered
Tim, "There's a single shower in the staff laundry, which I'm going to use,
if no one else is there.  There's a staff shower house in the staff area,
but I'm sure everyone will be using that."

"Well, since there are no campers here, I'm going to the other one," I
announced.

"I'll meet you there," said Luca and he set off to his tent.

Tim and I retrieved our shower things and headed up, meeting Luca on the
way.

Tim went to the laundry on the other side - a small shed attached to the
showers.  The showers had walls, but no roof - open to the sky, which I
thought was kind of cool.

When you walked in, through an air-port style entrance, there were two rows
of benches with a 6-foot wall down the middle with hooks to hang clothes
and towels. There were three "rooms" off the bench area: two 15-foot square
rooms with 8 shower heads each around the outside, and a restroom with
toilet, urinal, sinks, and mirrors in the middle.

We put our things down on the benches and started to undress.  I had not
really given much thought about Luca and our exchange on the docks this
afternoon until I looked and saw him bending over to remove his shorts and
boxers, giving me a perfect view of his bubble butt and also his hairless
butt hole.  That was the first time I had ever seen a man's anus, and it
looked pretty nice, actually.  His pucker was pink and nestled between his
muscular cheeks, with a very generous scrotum dangling in front.