The first time I noticed Sam was at the daily flagpole ceremony. It was his turn to be color guard, and he was proudly folding up the American flag. The blue-eyed curly blonde scout I was staring at would usually stand in the back of the line. He would jokingly tickle the other scout leaders, causing them to nearly fall out of line. Scoutmaster Pete usually saw him doing, it but didn't seem to be bothered.
There were six of us college seniors volunteering with the scout troop. I was the exception, since I was the only one from Canada. This was the first time I'd even seen a flagpole ceremony in life. I was paying way less attention to the ceremony, and way more attention to cute blonde scout volunteer.
Sam was a lot skinnier than I was, and stood just over five-feet tall. Sam had long skinny legs, and it looked like he never ate. I quickly found out that he had a massive appetite, and was incredibly athletic. The first night we were at the camp, Sam snuck into the mess hall during the night. When the kitchen staff woke up, they immediately thought that bears had broken in. Sam was smart enough to leave a huge mess behind him, making the staff immediately change all the locks. It also caused the camp to put out an alert, to Sam's great amusement.
As he walked past me, I got a closer look at his face. His lips were so perfectly pink it looked like he had added a thin layer of lipstick. His upper lip was covered by a thin blonde mustache, and he had the cutest dimple on his left cheek. To him I was the 'Canadian boy' and he took every chance to make fun of that. As he walked by me, he smiled at me and said "eh wassup Canadia". I just smiled at him while quickly taking a peek at his backside. His scout shirt was tucked neatly into his shorts, just enough for me to see the outline his perfect butt.
The rest of day was spent welcoming the younger scouts. We had a great time showing the kids around the campsite and going over the rules. Sam was very familiar with the camp, and had been going most of his life. Towards the end of the evening once everyone was settled, we lit up a small campfire. One of the other leaders brought out his acoustic guitar and we sang old scout songs by the fire. Our singing was interrupted by Scoutmaster Pete didn't play Taps. We were all burnt out and exhausted, and it wasn't long until we were all fast asleep.
After a very busy couple days, us older scout leaders desperately needed showers. We were so busy setting up camp that we completely forgot how bad we smelled. Scoutmaster Pete pulled us aside one night, and ordered us to get cleaned up. Scoutmaster Pete went up to right up to Sam and inhaled deeply. He jokingly fell to the floor, and pretended he was dead from the smell. We all got the hint, and once the younger campers were asleep we headed down the hill.
The showers didn't even have a roof, and were completely exposed to the elements. They were probably the most disgusting showers, I'd ever seen. But we didn't even care because we reeked to high hell, and there was no way we could go another day.
Sam hummed the theme to 'Star Trek' while he used the shower next to mine. Greg was in the shower beside him, singing an old rock song. There wasn't a shower curtain in sight, and only a thin cement wall divided each of our showers. The two other scout leaders used the showers all the way at the back. I really didn't want anyone to see me naked and decided to wear my black bathing suit in the shower. The shower was barely hot, but it still felt good to get cleaned off.
"Tag you're it!" Sam shouted.
These guys were absolutely crazy, and much crazier than I thought. Sam and the other scouts began running around buck naked and playing naked shower tag. Their version of tag was violently snapping their towels at each other's naked backsides. It didn't help that it was nearly pitch dark, and it was starting to pour into the showers.
Sam was violently snapping his towel at Greg's butt. Greg's wet long black hair hung over his muscular chest while they chased each other. While they ran around the showers I got a good look at both their bodies. Greg's butt was thick and muscular, and seemed to flex when he ran around. Sam's butt was much less toned. Sam's butt was round and cute, and his butt-cheeks seemed bounce while he ran around the showers. I bit my lip down hard, the last thing I need was for them to see my hard-on.
"Tag you're it!" Sam yelled, whipping his towel right into my shower.
I quickly grabbed my towel and started chasing them around the maze of cement showers. But they were a lot faster than I was, and I could barely keep up. I finally cornered Sam and Greg in one of the back shower stalls. I quickly flung my towel towards them.
"You got me" Sam giggled.
We jokingly snapped our towels back and forth, while I snuck a peek at their naked bodies.
Besides a small tuft of blonde pubic hair, Sam's body was smooth and hairless. His circumcised cock was the longest I had ever seen, and hung down between his legs. It was almost double the length of mine. Sam's balls were a bit smaller than mine and were covered in a thin layer of pubic hair. The tiny bit of moonlight was giving me a pretty decent peek at them. I stopped peeking at Sam, and took a quick look at Greg.
Greg had a small patch of hair, running down his thick muscular chest. He had perfectly toned abs, and a small patch of hair let down to his crotch. He had huge balls, and a thin layer of black pubic hair covered them. His cock was wide and thick. His massive tip brushed back and forth against his thigh as we continued whipping the towel. Luckily, neither of them caught me intently staring at their naked bodies.
We quickly toweled off and got dressed. The rain began coming down heavy, and the hot water had run out. Once we gathered up all our stuff, we made our way up the steep rocky hill towards our campsite. On the way up the hill I walked behind Sam, taking a minute to appreciate his cute butt bouncing up and down in his soaking wet shorts. If only he knew how much I wanted to squeeze it. By the time we got back up to our site, we were all soaking wet. We all desperately needed to change into dry clothes again.
I changed under my covers, trying to hide my naked body from the other leaders. I pretended to be buried in my sleeping bag while watching them change. Greg took off his soaking wet clothes, giving me another peek under the moonlight. He quickly toweled off, working from his feet upwards. I wanted to see more, but had no probably watching him from behind as he dried himself. Greg put on a pair of cotton pajamas, and quickly and got inside his sleeping bag.
Sam on the other hand, took his time and slowly toweled off. He probably figured since it was pouring, and pitch-dark nobody could see him.
He was wrong. He was very wrong. I was watching his every move.
Greg was snoring away as I watched Sam dry off his naked body. He dried his curly blonde hair first, and then ran the towel down his back. He scrubbed hard against each one of his perfect butt-cheeks, causing them to jiggle up and down. He spread his legs wider, and ran the towel between his cute butt cheeks. Once that was dry, he continued down drying each of his smooth skinny legs. I could feel myself getting hard, as he continued to dry off. Doing my best to not make any noise, I reached inside my cotton pajama pants.
