Brad Douglas spent much of his 18th summer at a camp in the Adirondack Mountains while his folks traveled around Europe. For the shy teen, it was a chance to learn about nature as well as the opportunity to interact with guys his age.
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Chapter One: Observation.
I was in my tent, resting on my back while listening to the sounds of the night. The glow of the fire in the pit out in the clearing was becoming more and more dim with each passing moment, the crackling sounds almost over as the last embers of wood burned out.
What time was it? I didn't know. I had been the first of us to turn in, and had been waiting in my tent for what seemed like hours. Now it seemed like all of the other guys had retreated to their tents which were scattered around the woods. They were probably either sleeping or jerking off before they went to sleep. That's what I did sometimes, but not tonight.
I was wide awake, just laying on my back and waiting. Waiting for a man who had said he would be paying me a visit tonight. I didn't really even know his name. Maxwell, I think, but I didn't know if that was his first name or his last name.
He wasn't one of the campers, but had something to do with running the place. He was a real old guy, probably about 40, and up until this afternoon I had never even spoken to him. Spoken to him? Even today all I had said were two words; my name, "Brad" and "Okay" in answer to his question.
Maxwell had caught me down at the camp bathroom. He didn't catch me jerking off, even though I had done that before down there. He did catch me watching, which was kinda funny when you think about it. Maxwell watches me and catches me watching other guys.
It had been a habit of mine to take a shower down at the communal bath house every afternoon before dinner. Everybody took a shower down there, so my being there was no big deal, but the other guys took a lot less time in the shower than I did.
I would stay in there and scrub up meticulously, washing myself so thoroughly that I was probably the cleanest kid on the planet. It wasn't because I was all that fastidious, but I hung around down there just so I could observe.
Seeing the other guys naked was something I found fascinating. I never did anything to them like touching or anything, but just looked. There were probably close to 100 guys in the complex, and it was amazing to see the wide variety of bodies on display.
Tall, short, fat, thin and everything in between. Some guys were really hairy, which I thought was neat, probably because I wasn't. There was one guy who was covered with hair from his neck to his ankles, front and back, and I wondered what it would be like to touch him. Not that I ever would, of course.
Looking at the dicks was the best part for me, however. In the course of the summer I had probably seen every other dick in the camp. Some guys had really little ones, and a few had these really huge ones, and then there were the rest of us in between.
I had always thought that I was pretty average, but the more I looked at everybody else the more I started to think that I might be a little bigger than normal. Of course, I never saw any of them with hard-ons so who knows.
A couple of times I got sort of excited watching down there and started to get an erection, which would have been embarrassing if anybody else had seen it. Nobody had, or at least I don't think they did, but that was probably because nobody else was checking out other guy's dicks.
Actually, there is another guy who I think does what I do. He's a chubby guy with red hair, and a couple of times I've caught him looking at me, but he always turns away and scurries out the door. I've been tempted to try and talk to him, but I'm just as shy as he is. Too bad, because I could use a friend.
So today I was observing as usual, and after leaving the shower and going to dry off and get dressed I was doing some more watching, when suddenly I noticed this guy looking at me. I got all nervous and flustered and got dressed fast, but he cornered me outside.
"Fun to watch, isn't it?" he asked me, and all I did was shrug and try to get past him, but he cut me off.
"What's your name, son?" he asked.
"Brad," I mumbled, not able to look at him in the eye.
"Like I said, Brad, it's fun to watch," Maxwell said. "I do it too. Matter-of-fact, I've been watching you too, and I like what I see. You got a boyfriend here in camp?"
I shook my head briskly while thinking, a boyfriend? What does he think I am?
"I'd like to be your friend," the man said. "I know where you're at. I'll visit your tent tonight. We can get better acquainted and I can show you that there are things that are even more fun than looking. Okay?"
Maxwell's hand came over and rested on my forearm, and that's all that I really remember of the man. His arm was tan and had lots of black hair on it, and he was wearing a silver Timex watch.
"Brad?" Maxwell said, breaking me out of the trance I was in. "Would you like me to stop by?"
"Okay," I croaked meekly.
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Chapter Two: There you are.
I was beginning to think that Maxwell wasn't going to come. The only sound outside was coming from a loon on the other side of the lake and the only light was coming from the moon. It was a pretty warm night so all I was wearing was my pajama bottoms.
Was that what you were supposed to wear when a man comes to visit you in your tent? I didn't know, because this was all new to me. I had never done anything with any other guy, and the only dates I had with girls went no farther than playing above the waist, although I did get my hand under Lisa Coffey's bra once.
Maybe I got it all wrong. I do that sometimes. Maybe the man just wanted to talk, or even worse, was something like those guys that I had accidentally let in to the house back home. Jehovah's Witnesses, I think they were, and they wouldn't leave until Mom threw them out when she got home.
I had been laying on my back with my hands locked behind my neck for so long that my fingers were starting to get numb, and was just about to move around when I heard the sound of a twig snapping. Someone was moving around outside.
I froze in place when the faint rustling grew louder. Now I could see the dim glow of a lantern, and as the light bobbed closer to my tent I shut my eyes tightly. The flap of the tent. I had left it open but now I wished I didn't. This was a bad idea and when I heard the tent door flap being lifted I wanted to scream, but didn't.
"There you are, Brad," said Maxwell.
The tent my mother had bought me was supposed to sleep 4, but I couldn't imagine how that could happen in this cramped square. Even now, the tent was crowded, and from the sounds I was hearing from beside me Maxwell was taking his clothes off.
I could have looked, because the lantern was still on dimly, but I was asleep, or pretending to be. The way my chest was heaving made that seem like a ludicrous plan, but it was all I had. More rustling of clothes was followed by a sound that sent shivers up and down my spine.
The zipper on the tent door was being pulled down, and it sounded as loud as a lion's roar. I was trapped, and now Maxwell was easing himself down next to me, so close that I could feel the heat from his body.
"Let's see here," I heard Maxwell say, and as he spoke I felt the sheet that I had pulled up to my neck come down - all the way down and off of us.
"Nice," I hear Maxwell say, and the touch of his hand on my chest made me jump in surprise. "Don't be scared. I would never hurt you"
I could feel his breath on my chest, and when I took a little peek out of the corner of my eye I was able to see him laying on his side next to me, just rubbing my chest gently before I squeezed my eyes shut again.
"You sure are the shy one," I heard him say, and now I could smell his breath, which had a spearmint scent to it.
Something was wet on my nipple. Maxwell's mouth. I felt him nibbling on my little nub, sucking and licking while his hands were traveling all over me. His left hand was sliding around on my stomach, going right to the elastic of my pajamas before moving back up again, while his right hand was resting on my shoulder, his thumb stroking the sparse patch of hairs under my arm.
