Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2015 06:30:34 +0000
From: Writing Nifty <eccentricniftywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Summer Camp of Our Lives - Ch.3

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The steam seemed to get heavier and heavier in the room, each breath inward
would fill, my throat with heat, clearing my head of anything but
relaxation. Connor, Andre and I were the only ones left in the room after
around 10 minutes had passed getting in to the shower room, Travis having
soon followed Barclay and Garrett out. It was bitter sweet watching the
hard muscled ass go through the door, my eye candy was mostly gone, but my
cock would hopefully not get harder than the semi it was it. I reached down
and tugged at my foreskin, stretching it past my head slightly to feel that
erotic tight sensation around my head while not outright jerking off in
front of the young boy Connor and my new friend Andre. I looked over my
shoulder and locked eyes with Connor, the boy had been staring at me! His
cock was almost at full mast, and he immediately began to stutter out-

"I- I'm gonna g- get out now!" Saying it so quickly neither Andre or I
could easily making out what he said as he rushed past us, the hairless boy
ass flexing as he sped by.

"He was checking you out!" Andre giggled as the door shut behind Connor,
leaving him and me alone in the steamed up room. I ran a hand through my
hair and laughed back.

"Lots to see here!" I used my other hand to grab my junk around the shaft
and balls in one hand, "Maybe he wanted to see what a real man looks like
instead of you," I taunted, his eyebrows furrowing in mock anger.

"Fuck you bro, my dick is hella better than yours even on a bad day," His
eyes never left my cock, the attention causing it to start hardening and my
face to start blushing. He seemed entranced and I had no idea what to do,
"Bro... You're hard." He muttered, absentmindedly grabbing his now equally
hardened brown cock. The skin around his shaft seemed smoother than
anything I'd seen, like his penis was made of a sheer material stretched
around a spongy substance. Rising out of a bush of pubes so curly they
barley rose up to make a bush, his dick stretched up at a high angle,
closer to his stomach than being straight with the floor.

Without a word passing between us, we started rubbing our dicks while
staring at eachother. My hand peeled back my foreskin, tucking it tightly
under my head, before letting out a small groan as my hand starting rubbing
past the over-sensitive head, precum already dripping in copious amounts
from my piss slit. As I brought my hand up and down, I was lost in another
world. Nothing had ever been this intense, sitting in the hot water, in a
public shower, staring at my friend's cock as his hand rubbed it from the
head to his balls. I'd jerked off with friends before, even y brothers at
some points, but nothing was as sexually charged as this.

His head was slightly thicker than his shaft, causing his foreskin to
stretch all the way around the sides without ever pulling all the way over
the tip, instead of peeling it back, he just used the loose skin to jack it
from the center, quickly tugging the skin over the head constantly. His
balls shook back and forth from the effort, one hand jerking off, the other
alternating between gripping his thigh and holding his big balls still. We
made eye contact as we felt the pull in our groins begin to build, he
grinned at me, focused on his orgasm. My head started to pulse, and then
the vein down the side of my shaft went wild as I started blasting my cum
on to the tile floor, I let out a loud moan that hopefully was covered by
the light roar of the showers. Andre blushed, and cum, instead of shooting
from his dick like mine, instead dripped out like someone had tuned on a
faucet, leaking down his shaft and dripping from his balls.

After the orgasmic high wore out, the guilt set in. We both turned to our
individual shower heads and said nothing, washing the jizz from our
softening teen dicks. My mind was racing about the implications of this, I
never considered myself fully straight, but this was different. I'd never
been this turned on by a male before, and this was the first day of summer
camp. What if he told someone? What if he gets me in trouble? I turned the
water off, almost at the same time he had, and he was the first to speak,
an equally concerned look overshadowing the satisfied grin he had before.

"We don't talk about this, it didn't happen, okay man?" He held out his
fist, I connected it with mine.

"Of course dude, our secret." We both sighed in relief and grabbed towels
from the rack and headed back to the cabin. It was a weirdly sobering
experience walking on a dirty concrete path in the woods back to a cabin
stark naked, with only a towel somewhat covering your balls from anyone
near-by. Thankfully the cabins were all relatively secluded from eachother,
if you weren't assigned to a cabin or had been to it before, you'd likely
not be able to find others on a whim. It was a point of fun for the camp, a
sort of bonding experience for the members of your cabin to share a common
secret about the location of your home.

We changed at our respective bunks as we waited for our assigned councilor
to show up and instruct us on the events of the first night here. The sun
had mostly fallen behind the forest now, so the only light came from
several dim fluorescents on the high ceiling, giving the cabin a very warm
homely feel. The talk was simple, everyone introducing themselves, shooting
the shit, and I think it was safe to say everyone was secretly relieved at
the composition of the, now official, 24 boys in the cabin. Nobody was a
douche bag, nobody was too antisocial to get along, even Andre's twin was
smiling and laughing with the rest of us despite the assurances from
earlier that he was a social outcast by Andre.

The door swung open, and the room went silent. We looked at the young man
who entered, a shorter white guy with a `Staff' shirt on. He smiled at the
tension in the room, and laughed.

 "Hey guys! I'm your councilor for this session!" He waved to all of us,
"My name is Jake, it's nice to meet all of you, and I'll be sure to be a
friend and brother to all of you by the end of this. Now we have to
establish the rules before we get to the fun..." He droned on for a solid
half hour about the expectations and boundaries set for the camp, the
system was pretty simple. If you got caught doing something minorly bad,
like getting into a verbal fight, not listening to the command of a staff
member, etc. You were given a demerit, and with every 3 demerits you
received, would be an hour of "Community Service", which involved hard
labor with the maintenance crew of the camp. Anything major, like a fist
fight, or drugs, and you'd be sent home. Pretty simple, but so ungodly
boring to listen to.

The lecture finished, and he told us, mainly those of us who like me never
got dressed beyond a pair of boxers, to get ready to head down to the
cafeteria for dinner, and then the opening night events of the camp.

...

I won't bore you with the details of the dinner, the dining hall was nice,
spacious enough to fit the several hundred campers while still being cozy
enough to not feel like a school, decorations of the camp, old photos,
newspapers, and impressive artwork from former campers lined the walls. We
soon enough filed out to the dirt road heading out past the lake into the
woods, the councilors all holding a small torch, giving everything a neat
but ominous atmosphere. No matter how much we badgered Jake to tell us
where we were going, he refused to answer, only saying to wait and see. As
we traveled out deep in to the woods, we came upon a small clearing, and in
the middle of it, a giant blue `O' surrounded by a few lit campfires. 10
people in a line with blue clothing and blue paint on their faces.

"Welcome to group Omega." They yelled as we entered to area.

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