Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2007 19:55:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hairy Guy <gayandhrny@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Youngwood parts 1 & 2

Hi all and thanks for reading.  I haven't tried my hand at something like
this before.  For those expecting hot, sweaty sex, this may not be for you.
I've tried to make it feel as accurate as possible to what may actually
happen at an all-boys camp.  So, sorry, there won't be any young boys with
10 in cocks or who seduce the counselor in the lake.  What there will be is
a look at the burgeoning sexuality of a couple of 13 year olds.  I've tried
to write fiction that feels like it could be real.  I appreciate any
feedback you may have, or any stories of your experiences at sleepaway
camp.  I've written only these first two parts so far; we'll see how the
story grabs me as I go along.  Anyway...enjoy!

Btw...the usual disclaimers apply.  If this ain't your cup of tea, don't
drink it!


Part 1: Good Morning!

As the wake-up bell rang, 13 year old William stirred.  He was momentarily
disoriented; why were there so many people in his bedroom?  Then he
remembered: it was his first morning at Camp Youngwood!

Camp Youngwood for Boys was situated in a semi-isolated region of upper New
York, almost to the Canadian border.  For nearly 75 years, it had played a
role in the development of boys aged 8-15.  Boys were organized into cabins
by age level, with 1 adult (usually a boy in his late teens) assigned as
the counselor.  This was Will's second year.

As the cabin came to life around him, William became aware of something
else: his rock hard 4 ½ inch erection pressing into the mattress.  The
pressure of his body against mattress sent pleasant sensations throughout
his lanky 5'6" frame; it was all he could do to not grind his boner against
his bed to increase the feelings.  If he was at home, he would have rolled
over, gripped his throbbing shaft in his right hand, and had a nice lazy
wake-up stroke.  However, the presence of 7 other 13 year olds (not to
mention the counselor!) deterred him.  He was soon to be faced with a new
dilemma, though--getting out of bed without his morning wood being
discovered.

"Everybody up!  Breakfast in 10 minutes! We're not gonna be late!" bellowed
Jason, their 19 year old counselor as he emerged from his private room at
the back of the cabin.

Some of the boys jumped right up and began to pull on the de facto camp
uniform: t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers or sandals.  Three boys, however,
seemed hesitant to get out of bed: William, Ben, and Dan.  Ben was the
shortest boy in the cabin, standing only 5'1", with a compact frame,
delicate features, and straight brown hair parted down the middle, hanging
almost to his neck.  Dan's close-cut blond hair sat atop a sturdy 5'4"
frame, his sparkling blue eyes accentuating a roundish face.  Will was the
skinniest boy in the cabin, with the muscles of his chest and abs showing
some definition from his time spent swimming for his school team.  While
these boys were all relative strangers, they all had in common a reason for
not getting out of bed: fear of embarrassment if their morning stiffies
were seen.  Each boy's contemplation of his situation, however, was soon
interrupted by Jason.

"Ben! Will! Dan!  Get going you three!" Jason yelled out.  "I don't care if
you're harder than Chinese algebra!  We're all guys here.  No need to be
ashamed."

While the other 5 guys giggled, Will Dan and Ben blushed as they got out of
their bunks.  Trying not to be noticed, Will checked out the bulging
crotches of his cabin mates; he knew his own boner stood up from his few
wiry brown pubes at a nearly 60 degree angle, ensuring only a small tent
would be visible in his boxers--but what about the other guys?  He'd never
seen another guy's hard-on before.

Ben, he noticed, was wearing boxer-briefs.  These seemed to highlight his
nearly 5 inch erection, which seemed inordinately large on his small frame.
But while puberty had yet to make Ben taller or hairier, it had spurred
growth in his groin.  Now, his boner was making a noticeable tent as he
stood up and looked for some shorts in his trunk.

Dan, meanwhile, was doing his best to keep is stiff 5 ¼ inches from being
too apparent in his boxers. His success at this, however, was minimal as
Will and the other boys took notice of his state of arousal.

Will noticed that in the course of satisfying his curiosity, his own
erection was firmer than ever, and he thought he felt a little liquid
emerge onto his dickhead.  Was he becoming more aroused by the sight of his
cabin mates' bulges?  What did this mean?  He tried to put these questions
out of his head, however, as he pulled on clothes and left with the rest of
the cabin for breakfast.

Part 2: Good Night!

The rest of the first day of camp went normally for Will and his
cabinmates.  Morning meant cabin clean up and cabin activity; afternoon
meant skills classes and freetime.  Throughout the day, Will's mind would
wander back to the sights of the morning, and he would find his groin
tightening in response.  As bedtime approached, he found himself wondering
when he would be able to get a few minutes alone to relieve the building
pressure.  At home, he jacked off 2 or 3 times a day.  It had now been
nearly 42 hours since he last let loose a load, and he knew he wouldn't be
able to hold out for 2 weeks.  "I'll have to find some time to get away
from my friends and go to the washhouse for 10 minutes," he thought.

But that privacy wasn't going to happen this night.  Following the all-camp
game of capture the flag, all the campers headed back to their cabins to
get ready for bed.  The campers all crowded into the washhouse to brush
their teeth, wash their faces, and go to the bathroom.  Once back in the
cabin, Jason led the cabin in the pre-bed chat, encouraging the campers to
share their high points from their first day at camp.

When that was done, Jason said to his guys "Alright! I'm headed out for a
couple of hours.  There are 2 counselors on duty in the village if you need
anything.  They'll be checking to make sure you've gone to bed, so keep the
noise down!"  With that, he left the boys alone without supervision for the
first time since their arrival 36 hours before.

For about 15 minutes, there was light, whispered conversation as the boys
enjoyed their liberty.  One by one, the exhausted 13 year olds drifted off
to sleep, until only 2 boys remained awake.

Will always took a long time to fall asleep, and this night was no
different.  He focused on his breathing, trying to calm his racing mind.
He couldn't get the image of Ben and Dan's distended underwear out of his
head; he couldn't stop wondering what lay beneath the thin cloth.  His own
erection throbbed, and his balls had begun to get a dull ache.  It was all
he could do to not pull it out and pound away on it.  But the fear of
discovery deterred him, and he tried to focus on other things to fall
asleep.  And he nearly succeeded.

Will's eyelids were beginning to droop when he became aware of a new sound
in the cabin.  At first it was faint and hard to identify.  As he listened
more closely, however, he noticed the sound had a rhythm to it: a faint
sound of flesh on flesh.  Continuing to listen carefully, Will began to
realize what he was hearing--one of his cabin mates was jacking off!  This
realization woke Will up completely, and his penis stiffened again in his
boxers.  "I wonder who it is?" he thought.  "He must be pretty horny to do
it where he might get caught."  Will began to look around the cabin, trying
to see who was doing it.  A small gasp from the bunk across from his drew
his attention.  This seemed to be where the stroking sounds were coming
from, as well.  "It's Ben!" he realized.

Another gentle gasp from Ben was all it took to spur Will into action.  He
quietly slid out of his sleeping bag, and slid his hand under the waistband
of his boxers.  He grasped his stiff boyhood firmly with his right hand,
and it was all he could do to not moan aloud at the sensation.  Will
noticed, meanwhile, that Ben's breathing was becoming faster, and there was
now a slick sound to Ben's stroking.  "He must leak that stuff that comes
out first, too," Will realized.  Will couldn't believe how horny listening
to Ben was making him feel, and as he began to stroke his young cock in the
way he knew and loved, he was straining his ears to catch every detail he
could of Ben's solo sex.  Will was stroking for about 3 minutes, his own
young cock leaking pre-cum now, his long fingers swirling around the
sensitive glans, when he heard a sharp intake of breath from Ben, followed
by a couple of soft moans, and finally a long, relaxed sigh.  Will knew Ben
had just cum, and this realization pushed him over the edge.  Hot jizz
began to spurt from the tip of his dick, one, two, three times, covering
his belly, hand, and boxers with his slick semen.  Will couldn't contain
him self, and, not caring if Ben heard him, gasped with every spasm of his
strong orgasm.  Sighing deeply, more cum lazily oozed out of the tip of his
dick, and Will lay there caressing his softening penis, milking out the
last of his boy juice.  Lost in his post-orgasmic glow, Will was shocked
when he heard..

"Dude, that was amazing!  Did it feel as good as it sounded?"