Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2016 17:02:32 -0600
From: J <matrixskaboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Summer Camp Chronicles Chapter One

Disclaimer... This author is writing a fictional story involving cross
generational relationships of a sexual nature, if you should not be reading
this for any reason, please stop now. (I do not condone the behavior
depicted in this story...yada yada...you get the point) Otherwise, enjoy.
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Chapter One

I needed a job for the summer. I was 24, graduated from university, and
picked up a job at an elementary school- which obviously left my summers
wide open. This was great, except for the fact that I would be making no
money for three months. I had a side job teaching swim lessons at a local
gym and saw a poster hanging in the lobby looking for counsellors at a
summer camp for boys. I had been a counselor for a different camp during
high school (I had moved to a different state for university and stuck
around there after), and also attended that camp as a youth, where I made
many good friends and had an overall amazing experience... So after taking
so many years off, I decided to give it another go. After interviewing with
the director and assistant director, I was given a brief overview of the
goings on at their camp and hired as a senior counselor.

Upon arrival for the week of training before camp began, I found out that I
was one of the oldest guys on the counseling staff, including a lot of
admin staff, so it was slightly awkward... But I rolled with it. I
developed quick friends with a few other counsellors and was able to pick
out who would cause me problems (another story that I will not bore you
with, it's no fun...haha) and did my best to avoid them. Fast forward
through the boring bits, we arrive at our first session of camp.

A little descriptive detail to paint a better picture for you: this camp
sat on about five or six acres of land right on an inlet of a large lake.
It was very pretty landscape with great views and though it did have close
neighbors, you hardly ever saw them because there were thick woods wherever
there wasn't waterfront. There was a basketball and tennis court, a large
mess hall, another large building with an indoor climbing wall and more
space used for gathering, a big barn used for arts and crafts, a baseball
field and a building used as the infirmary. That was the main camp, not
mentioning the structures used for housing. It was divided into "villages"
where the boys would be separated by age group. There was the youngest
village Alpha, which sat right at the entrance to camp next to the parking
lot and indoor climbing building. Then there was the next village Beta,
which was next to the mess hall. Next there was village Delta which was
tucked into the woods at the far side of camp, close to the water and not
much else, but you could see it from Beta. And finally, there was the
oldest campers' village Omega. It sat on top of a hill, truly separated
from the rest of camp by some of those thick woods I mentioned and
overlooking the lake on one side and the archery field [that was also
separate from main camp by thick woods] on another (more woods making up
the rest of its boundaries). The camp would run 5 two week long sessions
and the age ranges for each village would depend on the population
registered each session.

Oh, and I guess I should give some more detail about myself- but let's be
honest... You only want to hear about the boys I met. Like I said, I was 24
and in good enough shape to not be obese, but by no means ripped. I had
some hairy legs and slightly hairy chest and belly, but I tried to keep it
maintained and I kept my pubes short during the summer (actually shaved
them bald at the beginning) to control sweat and odor. I was 6 feet tall
about 185 pounds with brown hair and green eyes and a 6.5 inch cut cock.
Very average in virtually every way. I did have a very happy and positive
demeanor which attracted boys to me and we got along great, so that helped.
I considered myself to be bisexual, and was very aware that I had an
attraction to young boys... Another factor in my decision to take this job.
I love a boy who is thin and hairless and I prefer circumcised, but beggars
can't be choosers. So anyway...

I started out assigned to Omega, because I was older, and the first session
I had ten campers from 12-14 years old. There were one or two cuties in my
group, but no one I was drooling over, so cabin activities were uneventful.

Another part of a counselor's job was to teach skill classes every
afternoon. The campers of every village would sign up for what they wanted
and would be mixed together for three different periods. I was assigned to
teach swimming and climbing. All the classes were voluntary and chosen by
the campers with the exception of one- any swimmer who could not pass the
swim test on the first day was required to be in my lesson during the first
period. There were never many, the biggest class I ever had that summer was
3 non-swimmers, and during the first session it was just one boy. And damn,
was he a boy. Perfect in every way, I was glad I wore the swim trunks with
a mesh lining that first day, because I definitely needed to hide my
rapidly swelling "co-instructor". Normally, there would be a lifeguard
hanging out on the dock during the lesson, but because it was just me and
one student, he decided to join the volleyball class which was right next
to the waterfront. He could see us from there in case of an emergency, but
really couldn't tell any specific detail of whatever we got up to, wink
wink.

So there we were, day one, first class of the session, first class of the
whole summer, and I decided then and there that this was going to be the
most amazing summer I had had in a long while. He introduced himself as
Quinn and I drunk in his beauty as we shook hands and I said he should he
should call me Coach. He was in Alpha, as almost every student in this
required class was. He was 8 years old and liked swimming but was not very
good at it. I told him that it was totally fine and that was why we were
here. He smiled and I began the lesson.

"At the beginning of each lesson we will do some basic stretching to get us
ready for the water, so why do you take off your shirt and we'll get
started." He removed his shirt and I almost gasped. He was about four feet
tall, possibly shorter, I'm not good at estimating these things, and he had
gorgeous blond hair cut short for the summer, but not a buzz cut, just
short. I would guess that he was maybe 60 pounds soaking wet (which we soon
would be), and he looked at me with beautiful light blue eyes that sparkled
and lit up the sunny day even brighter. He was one of those boys who were
naturally jacked, he had at least a four pack, nearly a full six pack of
abs (my favorite boys) and obviously totally smooth, being so young. I
demonstrated some stretches and we went through the routine, and we ended
with one where he would spread his legs shoulder width apart and bend
forward to touch his toes. I took the opportunity to get behind to "be sure
he was doing it right" and got to see his perfect bubble butt stick out at
me through his board shorts.

"Ok Quinn, nice work. Now we should head down to the water and get used to
the temperature so we can do a few intro exercises." The water was a large
lake, and being the beginning of the summer, it was still quite cool. As we
walked in Quinn shivered and said it was freezing. He made a cute gasp as
his feet touched the water and I said that we would get used to it, trying
to stay as submerged as possible and we won't stay in very long.

As we waded in deeper past the point where it was above his head he clung
on to me, wrapping his hands around my neck and his feet around my waist.
He said, "I don't like the deep end, I can't touch the ground " to which I
replied "it's ok, I will be here the whole time to hold you and help you
get used to it". We both smiled at each other, his face was almost touching
mine. As I continued to the depth where I was covered to my chest and I
could squat slightly and be submerged to my neck, I used one hand to hold
his butt and noted how it fit my hand like a glove. When we got to where I
wanted, I gave it a squeeze and he looked at me with a grin.

"We will start with the basics, I want to see you float. First on your
front, then on your back. I will hold you for both today and eventually we
will try them without my help", he looked nervous when I mentioned that. I
told him to put his legs out behind him and his arms out at each side, and
I moved my hands to his naturally chiseled chest to support him. He said
that he felt like superman and I said that this was called the superman
float or prone float. He giggled and I shifted position from his front
looking directly at his beautiful face to his side, and as I did I moved my
hands over his tight tummy and got a good feel of his awesome musculature.
At eight years old he was in better shape than I ever have been, to this
day, it was ridiculous. My hands were now at his sides holding him from
above as I stood to his side as well. "Now it's time to put your face in
the water, take a breath and look down and when you are in breathe out
while humming and I will roll you over on your back. Stretch your arms out
in front of you like superman and keep them like that as we roll." Again,
he looked nervous but I just smiled and told him I was holding him the
whole time, no need to worry. He took the challenge and when I saw the
bubbles from his breathing, I spun him over staying at his side. He smiled
at his success and I moved one hand to under his shoulder blades and the
other on his firm ass. His arms were stretched backwards revealing his
hairless pits to me and the water had is suit clinging tightly to his body
so that I could make out his small lump. During the transition his suit
lowered slightly so I could see the V line of his tight muscles leading
down to his treasure below. I could see his tan line, although he wasn't
that tan yet- there was a definite difference of creamy bright white below
his waist and slightly darker off-white on his torso.

He was beaming with pride, his perfect shiny teeth glowing as he continued
to smile, his cherubic round face lifting my spirits and forcing me to
forget everything around me, the world was just he and I in that moment. I
told him I was going to move back to behind his head and that he should
bring his hands out to his sides. While I was moving, the hand on his butt
"accidentally" slipped under his shorts, allowing me to feel the creamy
smooth white bubble hiding beneath. Doing that pulled the shorts even
lower, so now I saw more of his pelvis and deeper down the V to the point
where they were directly above his boy cock that I was longing to see at
this point. He laughed out loud at my touch, completely unaware of his
shorts nearly exposing his boy bits. I said I was sorry, it was an accident
and he said "that's ok, it tickles. My brother does that to me when we play
in the pool at home". My mind started racing, and my cock (which had shrunk
at the shock of the cold water) started to grow hard again. Before I
removed my hand from that sweet ass, I let a finger slip between the crack
and swipe quickly, brushing his boy pussy. His smirk remained and he made a
little sound like cross between a gasp and a moan. He said "that tickles
too, just like when my brother does it". Clearly his brother had paved the
way for me, I made a mental note to thank him later and smiled to myself.

I moved back to behind his head and my hands were under his shoulder blades
and I told him to push his tummy out and try to float as I lowered my hands
in the water off his body so he could try unsupported. We did it and he
floated for a few seconds, but then in a flash he flipped himself over and
grabbed my neck. It happened so fast that I reached forward without
thinking and my hand was on his boy dick. This was truly an accident,
although a very happy accident. He pulled himself to me and our cheeks were
touching, my hand still between his legs.

He spoke, "that was scary, but I did it!" To which I replied, "you sure did
champ, excellent work. You just surprised me with that flip by yourself,
looks like my hand got stuck". I smiled down in the direction I was
referring to, and he pulled back separating our faces to look also. His
legs had clamped down on my arm, trapping my hand against his crotch. He
smiled again, loosening his legs but still holding my neck with his hands,
and my arm was free. As I lifted it he said "that tickles even better than
my bum". So before I removed it completely, I gave a little squeeze to what
I felt were his marble sized balls. This time there was a loud gasp from
him and he looked directly into my eyes with a questioning stare. I asked
if he could keep a secret, and he shook his head yes. I said that I knew
how to make boys feel really good, with tickles like that but he couldn't
tell anyone about it or we might get in trouble. He said "so this is
naughty stuff? we learned at school that we shouldn't let anyone touch our
bathing suit parts" and I said "you're right, this is naughty, we would get
in big trouble if anyone found out, but when I touch those bathing suit
parts, it feels really really good" and I could see him thinking hard. We
were still holding each other in the deeper part of the water, and there
were maybe 10 minutes left before we had to get out. For the first time I
looked around to see if anyone was watching, suddenly and rightfully
paranoid. The volleyball class was still playing, and no one seemed to care
in the least what was happening in the water. After less than a minute he
said, "that felt really good when you squeezed me there, and I want you to
do that again. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

There was the green light, the phrase every boy lover dreams of hearing. I
had to act quickly, as time was running out for today and I did not want to
wait a whole day for more Funtime with my new boy. I held his ass in one
hand and slipped the other down his chest and tummy slowly feeling his
tight body, then slipped into his loose board shorts finally touching his
prize. He was completely smooth, no hair anywhere, and his balls were the
marble size I felt before. His boy dick was circumcised, I could see it
through the water as I looked down at what I was doing. His eyes rolled
back as I rubbed his cock between my thumb and pointer finger and he let
out the quietest mmmmmm sound. His pole hardened quickly, a decent size for
his age, about 2.5 or 3 inches and I stroked him quickly. Anyone looking
would immediately know what was happening, so I turned his back to the main
land and just hoped no one glanced over. He started grinding against me and
his leg rubbed my own rock hard cock. He looked down when he felt it on his
leg and asked "is that your...thing?" And I nodded saying, "that is my...
Thing. I call it my dick though." And chuckled. He smiled and liked the
naughty word along with the naughty game we were playing. "It feels really
big, even bigger than my brother."

Man, this kid was real close with his brother. "Yes, well I am older and
even yours will get as big as mine some day." His eyes got bigger and he
started humping faster, "cool, cool, cool, uuuhhnhh I think I have to pee".
I told him he was about to feel really good and just kept rubbing. A few
seconds later he made a little boy squeak (even though I love to hear a boy
moaning, I silently thanked the boy lover god that there were no loud
noises to attract attention), he stopped grinding against me and just
started shivering with his whole body. This went on for about a minute and
when he stopped he blinked his eyes a few times and just looked at me with
a contented stare.

I asked if he liked it and he said "holy cow, that was awesome! It was so
cool, I want to do it again! Why does school say that is bad? It was the
best thing ever!" And I had to explain, "they think you are too young to
play that game, it is supposed to be for grown ups only, but I don't think
that is fair, so I do it with boys who want to try. Just remember it has to
be a secret, or we will get in big trouble. We can do it again tomorrow,
but right now class is over, we have to go dry off."

He gave a pouty look and said, "awwww, I want to stay with you all day and
play more. Pleeeeease?" I grabbed his firm bubble butt with both hands and
squeezed each cheek playfully hard. I said, "don't you worry, I want to
play more with you too, but we have to go for now". He grinded against me
while I kept squeezing his ass and said, "ok, fine. This is fun having a
naughty secret. Camp is way cooler than I thought it would be. Thanks
coach!"

I told him he was right and he was my new favorite student, to which he
smiled proudly, and we got out to dry off on the beach. The bell rang
across camp signaling the change in classes, the second period was free for
me so I could shower before I taught climbing during third. I went up the
hill to the Omega showers and basically exploded in about 45 seconds. To
paraphrase a common cliche in these stories, it was definitely one of the
biggest loads I've ever shot and the hardest I've ever came. After cleaning
up and heading to climbing I wondered if this session could get any better,
or if any of the following sessions would be anywhere close to as good as
this first day was turning out to be....

Comments are welcomed and strongly encouraged... Not sure if I will
continue, even though I do have plenty more to tell!!! Let me know what you
think everyone!  ~Neo