Boys at Summer Camp

Back when I was 16, I was chosen to be a supervisor for a group of boys at a summer camp, which I had applied for to get some extra cash. I was the oldest of the group of boys I was taking care of. They were all 13 or 14 years old. The groups slept in cabins with 5 rooms each (shared by pairs). Each pair had their own separate room, but we had to share the bathroom and living areas of our cabin with the other boys. This particular camp was two weeks long, with boys coming from all across the country. In our cabin, there were four pairs of boys who knew each other, so they naturally shared a room with each other. There was also Max, a 13 year old with short, spiky blonde hair, a cute face, slim build and quite short in height. Max didn't know anyone else, so I shared a room with him in my group's cabin. Max was naturally shy, and I think the fact that he didn't know anyone else made it difficult for him to interact with others for the first few days of the camp. After those first few days though, he became as talkative as any of the other boys there. The camp was fairly unstructured. There were activities during the day such as high ropes, abseiling, archery and kayaking (among others) which kids could participate in at their own pleasure. At night, there were board games and a small arcade in the main camp hall. This hall also showed movies on a regular basis. As a supervisor, I pretty much just wandered from place to place, making sure everyone was kept safe. I occasionally participated in the activities when I was free, though this wasn't very often. I became quite close to Max during those two weeks. During the day, we didn't talk much as we went to different activities. At night, however, we spent hours in our room talking about typical teenage life stuff. He was a skateboarder and surfer, while I was more of a technology and video games guy. On my final day at the camp, I decided to just follow Max to wherever he was going as it had become quite repetitive walking around at random over the past two weeks. Max wanted to go to the pool, which was right next to our cabin. We decided to change into our swimwear inside our room and only carry a towel to the pool. When we finished, we could just walk the short distance back to our cabin to change back into our regular clothes. Max wore his light blue speedos and I wore my red ones. I should add that we were among the few boys who wore speedos- pretty much every other guy wore board shorts. Max looked really good in his speedos, with his soft 2 or 3 inch penis tucked neatly within the thin material. Max and I swam from about 11am to 1pm, before having some lunch at the pool lunch area and returning to our room. We were still in our damp speedos. We threw our towels on the floor and went to our individual beds to rest in just our speedos. Max had the bed closest to the window, and I had the bed closest to the opposing wall. Our room was small but I liked it - it was nice and cosy. The only drag was that the curtains for the window had broken, so that people from outside could see straight into our room. As I've said, Max and I had become close over the two-week long camp, so we had no problem talking about sexual matters. Max had always wondered what it felt like to have sex and would love looking at naked women in his older brother's porn magazines. I asked it he had ever masturbated and he said he had tried by gently rubbing his penis, but nothing happen beside a 'tingly feeling' as he described it. I noticed during our conversation that my penis was getting harder and harder, eventually settling at its full 5 inch erect state inside my speedos. Max's speedos were throbbing as well, and his thin penis had swollen to its full 4 inch size. I asked if he wanted to try masturbating with me, and he seemed excited by the concept. We decided to cover most of the window with our blankets, with only a small section still having the sunlight shine through. I hopped onto Max's bed and got on my hands and knees over his body. I then gently lowered myself onto Max's near naked body. Max was quite short for his age, so that when our bodies touched, my speedos were touching his knees and his speedos were touching my chest. Max began to run his hands all over my body, clearly ecstatic to be playing with an older boy. He told me that I felt and looked really hot and I blushed. He continued to explore my body, with his small, smooth hands flowing down my back and hips before reaching into the butt area of my speedos and softly squishing my butt cheeks. It felt so good! I was in heaven! It took me so much strength to hold back and not cum then and there. Max continued to fondle with my butt for a few more minutes, before I decided it was his turn to have some fun! I got back on my hands and knees and gently lowered his tight blue speedos. As I peeled them down, a thin 4 inch penis slowly came into my view. It was mostly smooth with only a few short hairs sprouting out near the base. I told Max to just lie back and relax. Max calmed his body and closed his eyes. I slowly began to stroke his penis up and down, in awe of how thin and smooth his foreskin was. After about a minute of stroking, Max let out a soft gasp and I saw a small stream of clear pee coming out of his penis and onto his bed in a steady arc. He opened his eyes to look at what he had done and blushed shyly. I told him not to worry and that we would try again. I continued to stroke Max's penis with his balls still contained within his blue speedos. This time I stroked faster and with more force. A few minutes of stroking and nothing had happened, the next minute: still nothing. After about 7 minutes of stroking I was about to give up, thinking that Max hadn't matured enough to cum yet. My own penis was straining against my speedos as the excitement of jerking with another boy was overwhelming. Just as I was about to stop stroking him, I was surprised when I small spurt of sticky, white cum shot out of Max's penis and landed onto his chest. This repeated about five times, with each spurt landing closer to his penis. Max, whose hands were clenching his mattress, fell back on his bed in his euphoric state. I got so turned on by all this that cum began to shoot from my own penis into my speedos without having to be touched at all! As I had not masturbated for a few days, a lot of cum came out and filled my speedos, leaving a large wet spot at the front. I felt a wave of tiredness hit me and I fell onto Max's bed, right next to him. We cuddled for what felt like an hour in all our sticky, messy glory before finally deciding to clean up. We had more fun that night and early the next morning too! Unfortunately, we had to leave the camp that morning as well and I never saw Max again. I'll always look back on those times with fondness and I hope Max does as well.