Date: 21 Dec 1999 00:35:57 -0000 From: Blake Dorson Subject: Camp-Relationships Copyright: Blake Dorson 1999 WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity. If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by material of this nature, please read no further. This is strictly a work of fiction/fantasy, and by no means, does the author encourage unsafe sex, or any sexual acts that are illegal in your community. The author of this literature is a straight male. He writes out of his belief in free speech, expression, and press. Camp-Relationships Camp is a great place for a story to take place. There are always secret hiding places, and in general, many places that sexual encounters could and in real life, probably do occur. The following story is about a 18 year old counselor, and his relationships with 6 different campers one summer. They were Ian, 10, Andrew, 10, Mike, 10, Steven, 11, Robby, 12, and Ben, 15. I'll write this story as the counselor, and my name will be Marty. Here are profiles of each of us: Ian, 10: Ian was arguably one of the most energetic boys at the camp. He had to be the kid that wanted to excel at every activity he did. It wasn't because he wanted to be better than everyone else, it was that he wanted to do his best. In fact, his best fell short of others about half the time, and he was never bitter. That's how I know he did it for himself. He was cute, for sure. Most of the counselors liked him, though a couple of them complained the constant asking for more time to work and get better could sometimes cut into their own free time. Well, they were in the minority. Ian was a really cute kid. He had dimples when he smiled, and he wasn't rail thin like some 10 year olds, he had meat on him, not built, but just meat. He wore overalls a lot, which made him really cute. It didn't seem to matter what temperature it was, he loved those overalls. Something about overalls makes just about any kid adorable. When he didn't wear overalls, he would wear a pair of tight jeans. Only then did his bubble butt show. The seam gently lined his crack. Under his pants, he always wore short boxers. He owned briefs, but he'd wear dirty boxers before he'd wear clean briefs. I think he was just embarrassed about wearing briefs. Funny, though, most of the other 10 year olds wore briefs. They were shy too, but it seemed like he didn't even know. Andrew, 10: Andrew was what seemed to be a typical kid, until he got a temper tantrum. But, we're just gonna ignore that because he was so attractive. Andrew wore a t-shirt and jean shorts every day. Nothing different. It fit his personality or something, just the average kid. Everything about this kid seemed average, except for the beauty of his face. Yet, I can't describe why he was so amazing, it was just an adorable All-American boy face. That's it, he was just All-American. Everything about him screamed All-American. He wore white, Hanes briefs. The originals. Nothing else. He was shy about his underwear for the beginning of the summer, but that would change pretty quickly. Mike, 10: Mike wasn't as cute as the rest, and he was energetic, but what made him interesting was how perverted he was. Yet, he didn't want people to know he was perverted. He was what was viewed by the other kids as a punk. He didn't pick on anyone, in fact, he got along with everyone, but he wore baggy clothes and acted like a thug. Everything he wore, down to his boxers were oversized. It made him look kind of puny, but nothing stopped me from doing things with him, especially 'cause with him, it was almost always when he was asleep. Steven, 11: Steven was one of the most effeminate 11 year old boys I've ever seen. He didn't really look effeminate so much as the way he acted. He was a huge swimmer, and even at an all boys camp, he wore a speedo all the time. He often told us how he took dance lessons, ballet and jazz, both very effeminate dances. He sometimes showed us. He was definitely an entertainer, and his parents probably pushed him to be outgoing and eccentric. He was probably at camp so that he could become a man. I took it as my job to make sure he had a penis, and that it could be used. He dressed normally, just regular shorts and a t-shirt. He wore briefs on some days, and boxers on others. Robby, 12: Robby was less effeminate that Steven, but they were good friends, and it was always a hot thing to see them together, 'cause whenever they were together, it was swimming, and Robby sometimes wore Speedo's. Robby tried to hide himself when he wore a speedo, but at the same time, it seemed to excite him to have people watching, especially me. My experiences with him stem from learning that he wears boxer-briefs, and not briefs. Ben, 15: Ben was thin, and one of the coolest kids around. Everyone always enjoyed his company. He was trying to get invited back as a counselor, so he spent a lot of time aiding my classes. We spent a lot of time together, and we would have heavy, thought-provoking conversations at some of the most inopportune times. We were perfect for each other. He was into fashion as much as I was, and it was clearly something neither of us were ashamed of. At the same time, we both considered ourselves straight. We were on the waterfront a lot, so both of us were always wearing bathing suits. Our experiences were mostly involving kissing. Marty, me, 18: Yeah, I'm a pretty average guy myself, kind of thin. People liked to hang around me, especially the younger kids because I gave them extra attention. I never planned anything to happen with any of the guys, really. I think it's just a natural thing, that some of the things I do, my openness causes them to be really open too. I had discovered bikini briefs over the school year, and wore them whenever I didn't have a bathing suit on. I changed many times throughout the day so I wouldn't have a wet bathing suit, and that's part of the reason I had so many encounters with campers. Alright, this is the story of me and Ian: I had just come back from a particularly frustrating swimming lesson with some of our youngest, worst swimmers. When I got back to the cabin, I was completely oblivious to my surroundings. I always stripped nude, but most of the time I did it facing away from the rest of the cabin. Well, this time, I didn't even notice anyone was in the room, so I stripped off my bathing suit, stroked my cock a couple of times so it wasn't so shriveled, and went to put on a pair of black briefs. I pulled them halfway up my legs when Ian started talking. "Those are really nice, Marty" He said to me. "AAHH! Whoa, you scared me. I didn't even see you." I stopped moving. My briefs were still around my legs, and I was still naked. "Sorry. I was just noticing that I like those." He pointed to the underwear around my thighs. I went to pull them up and then readjusted my cock into place. "These? Thanks." I said. "Are you going swimming? I would swim in those if I had any." He said. "Swimming? I just got back from swimming. These are black briefs, Ian." I pointed out. "Oh, weird. I really thought they were speedos. They're still nice." He said. "Thanks. Why do you never wear yours?" I prodded about his choice of boxers every day. "I don't know. It's kind of embarassing to put them on in front of everyone, I guess." He said shyly. "Embarrassed? Did you not just see me naked? What's to be embarrassed about?" I asked. "You're different. You're grown. I don't look like you. I don't have hair, and I'm smaller." He said. "What's your point? That's how it's supposed to be at your age! Some of the other guys wear briefs, haven't you noticed?" I asked. "Who in our cabin wears briefs? Name one." He challenged me. "Alright, Andrew doesn't wear anything but briefs, for starters, and Pierre wears bikini briefs all the time, he's a little shy about it, though, because most people haven't even seen bikini briefs in the U.S. He's less embarrassed in front of me because I sometimes wear bikini's too." I answered. "No way. Are you serious?" He asked. "Completely. Tonight, watch Andrew. You'll see him change his briefs in bed." I said. That night, Ian definitely watched Andrew. And as usual, Andrew did his routine of changing his underwear in bed, under the covers. Ian called me over and whispered in my ear that he had seen that Andrew wore briefs, and he hit me on the shoulder for being right. The next weekend, there was a big baseball game, and everyone decided they wanted to go. Andrew had his temper tantrum when we suggested he go, so he ended up staying back, alone in the cabin for a long evening with me. He had been bugging me to play games with him because I was the only person around. I figured it wouldn't be all that bad. As long as he didn't have a temper tantrum, he was more than acceptable companionship. "I'll let you stay up late, and we can play games if you get ready for bed." I made a deal. "Do I have to? Can't we just play?" He asked. "Nope. I gave you the deal." I said. It looked like he was going to change his underwear in his bed, but when he realized we'd play games on the floor, he must have realized he didn't want to go up just to come right back down. He took his jean shorts off, and I was kind of staring at him, waiting. "Could you turn away for a second?" He asked. "Sure, no problem." I replied. I could see his reflection clearly in the dirty glass, though, and as he took off his underwear, I saw his penis, flaccid, and jutting out from his body just the same. It seemed large for a ten year old. He put on a clean pair of briefs, and a clean t-shirt, and sat down on one edge of my bed. "Can we play here? It'll be more comfortable, and I won't get dirty." He said. "Sure, that's a good idea." I said. When I went to sit down on the other end of the bed, I noticed that his shirt wasn't covering his underwear at all, and I could see the pouch and outline his little cock and balls were making. I had to tell him. "You giving me a little show?" I pointed and teased him. He blushed and tried to hide his crotch, but his shirt was too short. "Don't bother trying to hide it. Your dick is really big Andrew. No way you're gonna be able to hide that." I teased. "Really? It's not big. When was the last time you saw yourself, or one of the other kids dicks?" He asked. "Actually, I saw my own dick today, as a matter of fact, and Pierre got naked today, so I saw his dick. Would I lie to you?" I asked. "I guess not. It's bigger than Pierre's? But he's like so much bigger than me." He said. "He is bigger in body, but his dick is just a little thin toothpick in comparison to yours." I said. "Cool." He said. We played games for a few hours. I had to readjust myself many times seeing his crotch the whole time. He commented when I did it. "You'll have to do that a lot too in a couple of years. Maybe less. I get spontaneous erections." I said. "Spontaneous erections? What's that?" He asked. "Oh, sorry. I get boners. Completely unexpected." I said. "Yeah, me too. Look, all this talk gave me one." He pulled the waistband of his briefs down and showed me a little pencil head as hard as a rock. "Let me see that." I joked. He showed a little more. "I have no control over it's movement." He said as it jerked around. I grabbed his shaft. "That's too bad, because I do." I said. I began jerking him slowly when Ian came running in. "Oh my god. The game was AMAZING! Hey, what are you doing?" He came in in a rush. Andrew shoved his dick back in his underwear and tried to cover himself. "We were playing games." I said. "He didn't understand how my briefs were similar to his. So, I was about to show him until you came in. They're actually exactly the same, the fact that mine are black makes the seams less visible though." I covered up. "Yeah. How are they the same?" Ian asked. "Where is the rest of the cabin?" I asked him. "They all got on the other bus together. They were having trouble finding a couple people, and my bus was full, so we left. They'll probably be another 20 minutes." He said. "Alright. I'll show you." I said. I took my shorts off and sat there in my briefs as I reached over for Andrew. I grabbed the waistband. "See, this is his waistband." I pulled the waistband down, revealing his penis, grabbed his penis with one hand, and pointed to a seam with the other hand, and said, "This seam is the same as this one." I did the same to myself, revealing my cock to the two of them. I repeated the exercise with two other seams. By this time, both Andrew and I were rock hard. "How did your dick get so big?" Ian asked. "That's what happens when you touch it gently in a certain way." I answered. "Really? It happened to Andrew too." He pointed. "It would happen to you too if someone touched it." Andrew said to Ian. :"No one would ever touch my penis. And it wouldn't get hard like that." Ian defended himself. "Don't count on it. I'd be willing to bet that one of us could get you hard instantly." I challenged him. "Fine." Ian said. Andrew immediately grabbed for Ian's pants, and both his pants and boxers went in one fluid motion. Andrew fooled around with Ian's cock for almost a minute. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and I quickly jerked off as they explored each other. When I erupted cum all over my stomach, I grabbed for a tissue and quickly cleaned up, but they noticed. "What was that?" Ian asked. "I can't answer that. It's not appropriate for you to learn about at this time." I said. "Come over here, you two. You must be doing something wrong." I said. I made the two of them grind their cocks together. When Andrew got hard and Ian didn't, I shoved my tongue between their two bodies, and Ian went hard instantly. "See, I told you that you could get hard." I pointed. From that night on, Andrew and Ian were always together. I never caught them doing anything, but I have suspicions that on my late nights, they would fool around with each other. When I didn't have a late night, all the kids knew, and they generally went to sleep earlier, figuring they should be asleep when the counselor came back to the cabin. Well, that brings me to Mike. Mike's parents had requested that he have a bottom bunk. He wasn't afraid of the top, and they didn't mention a reason, so I assumed he was a bedwetter. I watched him in the mornings to see how he acted, and when I didn't notice anything strange, I couldn't figure out what the problem was for a few days. One day, he absolutely jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I thought it was going to be a sure sign of wetness, but when I checked his bed for urine, it was completely dry and normal. A few nights later, I came back a little later than usual, a little more inebriated than usual, and looked around the cabin to make sure that everyone was there. It was something that only the most responsible counselors did, and I almost always forgot. Well, there was Mike, with only his upper body in bed, and his knees on the floor, almost like he was praying. It was only 12:30 or something, and he was completely asleep, though. I grabbed his legs and swung them up on the bed. When I did, his dick popped out of his boxers. Not thinking, being drunk, I stroked it, and watched it get bigger before I tucked it in with the rest of him. Night after night was the same procedure. One night, I decided to suck it because he was such a deep sleeper. When I did, he started to cum in my mouth. It was completely clear, but it was a fair amount considering I could never see any pubic hairs in the moonlight. One night I jizzed on his stomach. I cleaned it up, and he still didn't wake up, but I decided that was a little too risky, and never did that again. What made me so horny for this boy, and none of the others was the way he acted during the day. Ian, for the most part was still shy in front of the cabin, and almost more shy in front of me, turning away as I would change my clothes and undress. Mike on the other hand, as the summer progressed and he got to know us all better, he became more open, changing in the middle of the cabin instead of in the bathroom. He would let everyone see his penis, and sometimes it would be hard. I pulled him aside and told him that some people might not feel comfortable with his openness, but he used me as a counter-argument by saying that I too was very open. I tried to rationalize that if the counselor was open about everything, including his body, that the kids would then feel more comfortable in approaching me about any problems they might be having. He agreed, but he said he couldn't guarantee a change in his behavior. He seemed sincere, and not like an obnoxious kid, so I agreed. From that point on, he did it less often, but he did it with more meaning, sometimes showing us his anus, and slapping his butt. I reprimanded him for that, and he promised he would stop, but he really didn't. I couldn't report it to anyone because I knew the kind of trouble he'd get in, and as long as none of the other kids really complained, I figured it was just playful 10 year old curiosity. From then, I kept an eye on him, and I noticed, that he really kept an eye on me. When I undressed, he really stared, and really looked at my dick. One time I mentioned it to him. "You know, I don't really mind your curiosity in looking at my dick, but why are you so curious?" I asked. "It's not that I'm really that curious. I spent over a month with my 15 year old cousin a couple of years ago when my parents went overseas on business and vacation. We had to shower together sometimes, and his dick looked exactly like yours, the hair and everything. I saw him again before the summer and he showed it to me again for old times sake, and I showed him mine. His dick looks exactly like yours. So, when I see your penis, I think of the great times I had with him." He said. "What kind of fun things did you do?" I asked. "Not much. He taught me about masturbating, and semen and stuff. He told me all about a girls breasts and vagina. I learned a lot from him." He said. "That's really nice of him. I'm glad my cock brings back positive memories." I joked. "Could you make it bring back more?" He asked. "I don't think so, what do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I don't know." He said. He walked over to me, and immediately went to sucking my dick. His mouth was incredibly stretched, and his tongue was small and wonderfully tortured every inch of my dick. He went as far down as he could with his tongue, only to swirl his tongue around the slit and then flick at my glans. It was the only blowjob I've ever gotten, and it was really hot. It didn't take me long before I pulled out and shot my load on his chest. He rubbed it in to his skin, and jerked himself furiously to what he would tell me was one of his only dry orgasms in months. Alright, moving on up in age. This is about my relationship with Steven. Nothing too sexual occurred between the two of us, but what we did just gave me a lot of jerk off sessions. He was just a hottie. And his lack of wearing anything but a speedo to swim class just turned me on. When his class came around, I knew I'd be getting in the water to get close to him. Most of the time, because he was already a very good swimmer, was just fooling around. He would jump on my back, and I'd throw him all over the place. His speedo covered cock felt wonderful when it pressed up against my back. When I would throw him, I would always do it by giving him a boost on his butt, and feeling his butt just gave me a hardon. He would always pick a huge wedgey when we got out of the water, and readjust his semi-hard cock. Keep on moving. Not so sexual with Robby either. In fact, it's about the same with Robby as with Steven. I love underwear. I have a brief fetish. So, when I found out Robby liked to talk about underwear, and show it off too, I did the same. We were in a canoeing class, a small one. Sometimes, nobody else would show up. We would go out in our boat, and go out of view from everyone. Sometimes we would dock out boat an shore, and sometimes we would just lay around in the canoe catching the sunlight. When we stayed in the canoe, we talked about underwear a lot, about how it feels, what it looks like, all the different kinds and brands, and what each one says about the person that wears them. He liked talking with me he said, because I had worn every type of underwear he'd ever heard of, and more, except for a thong. As for him, at 12 years old, he had tried multiple types of briefs, boxers, and had settled on Hanes boxer-briefs. I saw the waistband on his underwear all the time, and one time asked him why he wore Hanes. He said they were comfortable, and I asked him what was wrong with Fruit of the Loom and Jockey. His response was that they don't make boxer-briefs. While I knew this was wrong, I asked him why it mattered if they had boxer-briefs, and he turned around, stood up in the boat, and yanked his shorts of revealing tight Hanes boxer-briefs. I was shocked. "I didn't know you wore boxer-briefs." I said. "What did you think? What do they look like?" He asked. "Well, they're definitely boxer-briefs, but whenever I saw the waistband, I thought they were briefs." I answered. "That's cool. I don't mind you thinking I wear briefs. A lot of kids my age do. It's what our parents think we want or something. It's probably also because I wear a speedo sometimes." He said. "Actually, that's exactly the reason." I said. "Why do you wear speedo's here if you don't like briefs?" I questioned. "I like to be tan. If I wear it just for one hour I have a speedo tan." He said. "No way. One hour is not going to give you a tan." I said. "Wanna bet? Look!" He pulled his underwear off, and much to my surprise, was a perfect tan, in the shape of a speedo. "Wow, that's a really good one." I said as I admired his white penis. It had a small patch of hair above it, but his balls were smooth, and held close to his body. "I should lay out in the sun in a speedo." I said. "You have a speedo?" He seemed surprised. "I have one at home. One of my campers said he would let me borrow his when I told him it was cool looking. He's the biggest kid in the cabin, and secretly, I tried it on the other day. It fit me really snuggly." I said. "Cool, we should sunbathe in our speedo's out here." He suggested. "Sure, sometime when the class is empty." I said. Most of the classes had at least one other person, so most of our chatting, and any possible chance of getting with Robby seemed almost diminished. On the last day, we had a slight encounter. We were once again, the only one's at canoeing class. He looked at me, almost as if unverbally begging to see if I had on the speedo that I promised I would wear to every one of his canoe classes in hopes that we could lie out there together. When we paddled out, he was really quiet. It was too hot in the sun, so I docked our boat on land, and we got out and cuddled under a tree. If any stranger walked by, they probably would have thought we were brothers. Then out of nowhere, "Are you wearing them?" He asked, groping me. "Actually, I am." I moved his hand away and pulled off my shorts. :"Wow, those are really hot." He said. "Thanks. I might steal them from the kid that let me borrow them." I said as we snuggled closer. I put my arm around his shoulder, and he put his arm across me chest as we laid down under the trees and sky. I felt as if we were in love, but I knew at the same time, he was just a curious boy, and I was just a horny teen. As we got up to leave, and head back to camp, he turned to a tree and started jerking off. "I really need to jerk off. I have such a boner, and if I don't do this now, it either won't go away, or I won't get the chance to do it back at camp. There is no privacy to jerk off." He said. "Not much privacy here either." I said as I peeped over his shoulder and took a look at the 4.5 inch rod in his hand, furiously being pumped to ejaculation. His semen spurt out against the tree a foot away from him. "Nice shot." I said. "Yeah, I dare you to hit the tree in the same spot." He said. I pumped me dick furiously, all 7 inches as he watched and occasionally grabbed it and made sure I was aiming properly. His touch, though infrequent, and not of a very sexual nature was very soft and clammy boyish. It turned me on thinking about how his cock sweat, and possible pre-cum was on his hand as he touched my penis. I ejaculated at first, just dribbling out, and one shot, only one of 5, went directly onto his. "That's kinda weird, seeing our jizz mix. I feel like we just fucked or something." He said. "Robby, give me a break." I teased. Before we got in the boat, he looked at me with a little puppy dog face. "What's wrong, Robby?" I asked. "Was that our goodbye? I leave this afternoon. How do we sum up our friendship?" He said maturely, yet with a tear in his eye. "Robby, I've loved every moment of being with you. You are the type of kid that makes me want to come back to camp year after year. I hope that we'll keep in touch, and that you and I will be able to stay close even though the school year will keep us very far apart. Our friendship doesn't need to be summed up. Think back on this summer, and think about what we did together, what we talked about, and how we grew. These are the days of our lives, and we'll never forget them." I said to him as I began to cry. "This is the only thing I really think I need to do right now. In a completely non-sexual way, is I'd like to kiss you." I said as I bent down and kissed him gently on the cheek. As I pulled away, he gave me a light peck on the lips. That was Robby for you. Well, the one guy left to talk about...Ben, 15. We were the most likely to have a real sexual relationship, you would think, being practically the same age and everything. In reality, the most sexual stuff occurred with Mike. My relationship with Ben was similar to that of Robby. We talked about everything, no topic was considered off limits. We always had our arms wrapped around each other. Everybody saw it, and nobody thought the first thing of it because it always seemed so innocent. We were always talking, and we didn't have personal space issues. We talked inches away from each other's noses, no matter what topic it was. We were very affectionate people, and it didn't seem gay to people because we always wrapped our arms around everyone, including the most troublesome kids. Something about giving a kid the sensation of touching just makes them nicer human beings. I honestly believed that, and I made it a practice to give high-fives and rub kids on the back and shoulders to make them feel good about themselves, and encourage them to stay out of trouble. So, back to Ben...we just connected. There's nothing I can say about him except that we "hooked up" all the time out on the docks late at night. He would sneak out, and I'd wait for him. It seemed just like a male-female relationship without sex. We really cared about each other. Ben went to my high school. I saw him all the time, and never talked to him really, just a "hey" in passing each other, as recognition that we knew each other from camp. When we got to camp we just talked because we recognized each other or something. I didn't cry when I left home to go to camp, knowing that I wouldn't see any of my friends until winter vacation of my first semester in college. I didn't cry saying goodbye to anyone, including my parents. But I cried with Ben. We hugged when he left camp on that last day. It wasn't one of those manly hugs that has no feeling. It was flesh, strength, and warmth flowing between us. Our emotions were summed up into that one real hug, which I can still feel to this day. He said one thing, and so did I, "You know, Marty, it's hard to say goodbye when you get so close to someone so fast." He said. "Ben, what's the importance of goodbye if we stay in touch? Keep in touch, and I'll see you over vacations, and definitely next summer. You have made this memorable for me. I know that almost all of my happy moments were either on this dock with you, or over on the beach having an amazing, random, but amazing conversation. Keep in touch and we don't have to call this goodbye." I said. THE END. E-mail me with comments at fantasy@eroticwriters.com. Please read my other stories. My website is at http://www.teenfree.com/fantasy/. === This message was sent through the free email service of http://webmail.eroticstories.com ===