Date: Sat, 02 Oct 1999 00:30:10 EDT
From: John Smith <yngman23@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Young Guys at Camp

This is a story about two guys getting it on in the woods at an all-boys
camp.  Although these two are of consenting age, who knows what will happen
among some of the others as the story develops.  If reading about two cute
young guys that have sex offends you then maybe you should wonder why you
are at this site anyway.  Tell me what you think and where you would like
to see the story go.

Yngman23@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

     Throughout the first few days of camp, I knew that I would have to get
my hands on that wonderful stud that slept only two tents down from my own.
His name was Rob and he was as gorgeous as any young stud could be.  He had
blonde-brown hair, was about 5' 10" and moderately thin.  At the time, he
was only 18 years old (his birthday the day before he arrived at Camp).  He
goofed around a lot and he loved to go swimming.  He wore nice clothing
that accentuated his physique and showed off his bubble butt.
     We both served as members of the Camp Staff; he as an aquatics
instructor and me as a crafts instructor.  Whenever he wasn't working
teaching boys how to swim, he was working on perfecting his sexy tan.  It
was a nice golden tan (which happened to be the same color as his cute
nutsack).  His swimsuit was as short as was allowed at the all-boy's camp
and whenever he would sit down, you could catch a glimpse up his shorts and
see his package hiding behind the mesh fabric.
     After the first week, I would spend a lot of my free time down at the
lake to be able to see him in his lack of clothing.  I think he knew
something was up because whenever I would be near him, he would move his
legs so that I could catch a clear view up his trunks.  I was afraid to
look too long, but couldn't help lingering longer than usual (I was really
becoming obsessed with his body).  Once, I saw him grin at me when I looked
up from my secret doings.  I knew that before long, I would not be able to
control myself near him.
     At the end of the open swimming period, he and I stood there on the
dock and talked a little longer than normal.  When we realized how long we
had been sitting there, the final staff member was leaving the area.  We
decided that we would have to get dressed or we would be late for supper.
I walked behind him watching his butt move back and forth as we walked
towards the shed to change.  I could feel my dick starting to rise and
before I knew it, I was standing at full mast.  Quickly, I tucked the head
under the waistband hoping he wouldn't notice.
     When we finally got to the beach, he started to enter the shed.  I
thought it would be smart to wait and change after he finished - I wasn't
sure I could control myself in the shed with him naked.  I sat down on a
bench and prepared to wait.  Just then, he poked his head back out of the
building and asked if I was going to get changed.  I said that I would wait
for him to finish and to hurry up.  He said, "Why not come on in?  It's not
like I've never seen a guy with a har-- without clothes on before."
     Could I actually have heard what I thought I heard?  I got up and
walked into the shed.  He seemed to be in a talkative mood because when I
got inside, he wouldn't break eye contact with me.  I expected him to say
something and then get changed, but he simply kept talking to me.  I
grabbed my towel from my locker and started to dry off when I almost lost
all ability to stand.  He was standing no more than two feet from me and
dropping his trucks to the ground.  I stood there in shock hoping that I
could get a full view of his nakedness that would serve as many nights'
entertainment as I beat myself off.  I was in luck.
     He stood straight up, smiling, and leaning back stretching himself
out.  As he did, I could swear that his dick was half-hard.  There he was
with about 4 inches hanging down on two beautiful hairless balls.  I
wondered how much bigger it would get when it was fully hard.  The only
hair on his stomach was a thin line from his navel down to his awesome
meat.  I stared straight at his waist taking in the view when he came back
up and followed my eyes straight to his crotch.
     "What?  You've never seen a hard-on before?" He asked.
     "No, it's just that I've. uh. never seen anyone flaunt one before."
     "It's not like you don't know what I'm talking about."  And with that,
he rushed over and dropped my trunks straight to the floor.
     "Hey!  What the hell?"  I tried to cover my hard-on up before he saw
it, but it was way too late.
     "I saw you pop a woody when we got back on shore.  So what?  I get
hard all the time down here at the lake.  No big deal.  It's not like it
means we're gay or anything."
     My dreams were crushed, "Yeah, I guess you're right."  My eyes dropped
down and I saw my hard dick just standing there and realized I was having a
conversation with this guy, as I was naked.
     "I got a question," Rob said, as he stood there naked drying off.
     "Yeah?"
     "You mind telling me something?"
     "Sure, what?"
     "Do you think my ass is hairy?"
     Was this happening?  Was I really watching this guy turn around and
show me his butt?  With that, he turned around and spread the cheeks of his
ass for me to see.  I couldn't believe this!
     "So, is it hairy or what?"
     I stood there and saw his asshole wink at me as he stretched the skin
tightly.  "Not so hairy I guess."
     "Well is it hairier than most guys' butts"
     "It's not like I've ever seen a guy's ass before.  Come on, dude, what
do you want me to say?"
     "Well, let me see if yours is as hairy as mine is then."
     "No way, you can't check out my ass - you freak!"
     "Come on, we're just guys here."
     "Fine.  Here."  I turned around and stood there with my ass to him.  I
was starting to get pissed off.  If he wanted to make a move, then why
didn't he?  Was he just trying to embarrass me? Or was he trying to get me
to do something so he could spread around Camp that I was queer and get me
fired.
     "Spread your cheeks man.  I did."
     "You are sick."
     "Nah, I'm just comfortable with my body.  What's up with the `tude?"
     "Nothing.  We're going to be late for dinner."
     I turned and started to finish drying.  He must have been a speed
demon (or I was just lost in my thoughts) because before I knew it, he had
finished getting dressed and was walking out of the shed to get his shoes
on when he slapped me on the ass.
     "Come on stud.  Hurry or we'll be late."
     I almost crumbled when he slapped my ass.  I wondered if his hand
really had stuck there for a moment before he walked out.  I simply passed
it away as my overactive imagination.


Chapter 2

     I was sitting in the crafts shelter late after dinner talking to one
of the female staff members giving her a mighty nice back massage when Rob
came walking along.  He sat down and the three of us started talking about
our jobs and how much it sucked at times.  When I finally finished her
massage, Rob - out of the blue - said, "Hey man, can I get one next?  My
shoulder hurts like hell from swimming laps today."
     Shit!  She would know something was up if I didn't say something
quick.
     "Nah, my hands are tired from doing hers.  Maybe some other time."
This would give me an opportunity to set things up later when we were just
around.
     The three of us sat around and talked for a little longer when I said
I had to get up and do some paper work that I didn't get done earlier.
After I walked off, I saw the two of them split up and he walked towards
the staff campsite.  Excellent!  I would know where to find him.  I
detoured my route to end up at my tent.  I watched out the side of my flap
to see if he would leave his tent or not.  After about ten minutes, I got
up and walked over to his tent.
     "Are you in there, Rob?"
     "Yeah, hold on a minute man."
     I heard him shuffling around papers that sounded like a magazine or
something.
     "Come on in."
     I walked in and saw him lying under his blanket.  Damn, I wouldn't be
able to get him to come out this evening.
     "Get up and let's go on a hike."
     "What do you mean?  It's after 11 o'clock."
     "I know, the campers will all be in their sites and we can hike around
the lake.  Come on."
     "Well, hold on a sec then."
     I was getting a little impatient and afraid I was going to loose my
nerve, so I grabbed his blanket and pulled it down.  He was lying there
with nothing on but a t-shirt.
     "Jeez, asshole!  I said hold on!"
     "Sorry man, I uh. will wait outside."
     "No need.  It won't take me long to get dressed.  Sit in the chair and
wait."
     I sat there and watched as he turned his back to me and started to
pull up his boxers.  He bent over at the waist and showed me his beautiful
butt again.  Then he yanked up his boxers and pulled on a pair of jean
shorts and a pair of sandals.
     We walked down to the lake and started to go around the trail that
encompassed it when I decided it was time to make my move.
     "You still want that massage?"
     "Sure man.  Where do you want to do it?  Here?"
     "Yeah, if you are ok with that."
     "Hey, you are the expert, man.  What should I be wearing?"
     This was too good to be true!  "Well if we were in some type of
massage parlor, all you would wear was a towel.  Since it is just your
shoulder hurting, I guess you can take off your shirt."
     "Cool."  He took off his shirt and laid it on the ground and then lay
on top of it.  "Is this good?"
     "That's fine."
     With that, I started in on his neck and shoulders.  I felt every
square inch of his back making sure that nothing was missed.  As I started
to concentrate on his neck, I could hear him moan slow and low in his
throat.  I kept going and moved higher into his hair.  I was not going to
miss a thing.  He was becoming putty in my hands.  I told him to sit up and
lean back.  He kept his eyes shut as he leaned back with the small of his
back against my knees.  I started into his arms, lifting them into the air
and massaging them between my two hands from the tips of his fingers down
to his pits.  As I stroked his inner arms, I rested them on my shoulder
against my neck.  I would blow on his arms every now and then, just to see
the response of his body.  Occasionally, he would shutter and I would pull
him closer as I explored his body with my hands.  When his arms were done,
I had him lay down on his back as I stroked his hard chest.  I straddled
his legs as I began my descent.  It was one of the greatest feelings I have
ever had in my life.  I encircled both his dark nipples with my hands as I
kneaded his pecs like they were a loaf of uncooked bread.  I slowly moved
lower and lower until I was at his navel.  Here was the point of decision.
What would he do?
     "How was that?"
     "Fucking awesome," he groaned out.
     "Do you want me to do your legs too?"
     "Sure dude.  Hold on and I'll get ready."
     Then, he kicked off both of his sandals and dropped his jean shorts to
the ground and stepped out of them.  He laid them below his shirt and lay
down on top of the cloth figure on the ground.  I started at his feet and
moved up his calves stretching each one.  With a swimmer's build, he really
made me hot.  I could feel the strain of my 6.5" dick in my own shorts.  I
slid his legs apart to allow me to rub both his inner thighs.  This brought
on quite a response as he squirmed around with me rubbing up and down both
his thighs.  I could only imagine what it would feel like to fuck this cute
ass that was in front of me.  Each stroke brought me closer and closer to
his ass.  I moved on to the top of his legs and rubbed my fingers near the
bottom of his boxers.  Slowly and cautiously, I allowed my hands to roam up
the inside of his boxers so my hands were actually caressing the bottom of
his butt.  There was no sign of disapproval, so I went higher until I was
actually holding both cheeks in each of my hands.  I slowly pulled my hands
down and told him to roll on his side.  I continued to explore around the
side of his body, but I stopped short of touching his beautiful dick.  I
could tell that it was semi-hard, but I was afraid of going all of the way.
I had him lay on his back as I stroked the tops of his legs and again his
inner thighs allowing my hands to come near his cute hairless balls.  I was
so hot (but so chicken) I was afraid that if I went any farther, I would be
sucking him to orgasm.  I still couldn't convince myself if he was gay.
     "Ok, that's enough.  We've been here for over an hour.  How was that?"
     "Man, that was the best massage I have ever had!"
     "Cool.  Hurry up and get dressed so we can go back."
     "No way man, what about you?" He said, as he pulled on his shorts.
     "What do you mean?"
     "It wouldn't be fair if you spent this long to give me a massage and
then didn't get one yourself."
     "Nah, you don't have to."
     "You're right, but I am going to anyway.  Get undressed and lay down
on your clothes."
     I took off my shirt and started to lay down when he said, "No, your
shorts too."  I took off my shoes and shorts and there I lay - on my
stomach wearing nothing but a white pair of boxer briefs.

So, where do you all want the story to go now?  I have some ideas.  Give me
some good feedback and I will try to put something in the next few chapters
for each of you.  You won't get it unless you ask.  Oh, and one more
thing. if any of you thought it was particularly good and wanted a way to
say thanks - I love self-portraits of cute young guys!  -
Yngman23@hotmail.com