Sophisticated Boys

When I was 14, my parents sent me to basketball camp. I wasn't yet particularly tall, and wasn't all that great at basketball, but that's just fine, because the camp wasn't for the super athletes. It was for boys who just enjoyed the game. The other kids there accepted me from the first day. And what a day that was. No one knew anyone, and we all knew we'd have to make friends quickly, since the camp lasted only two weeks, and it would be miserable without friends. So, on the evening of that first day, having become nice and sweaty from playing BB on several courts, in several pick-up games for nearly two hours straight, all 30 boys headed to the showers before dinner. What a treat for a bisexual like me. That was one reason I was particularly looking forward to the camp. I've only seen naked people on the Internet. There in the showers, after reluctantly taking off my clothes while laughing and carrying on with the other guys, some of whom didn't seem concerned to strip at all, I got to see it all. A whole bunch of tall, skinny kids, ranging in age from 12 to 18 years old. Most were like me - not super-tall (yet), with a patch of hair above their cocks, but none elsewhere except on their heads. One kid had hair on his chest, and a bit of a beard. A few of the smaller boys had no hair at all. But one guy, who everyone called Gee, had a full boner! Right there in the showers, he was walking around with his skinny but long dick waving around in front of him. And he didn't even try to hide it. I was concerned that everyone would mock him, call him 'gay' (not that that's such a bad thing), and who knows what. You know how boys are, right? But for a while, no one said anything! We all pretended everything was normal. Except we were all quieter than we had been. As if we had a job to do. We soaped up, rubbed the sweat off our arms, out of our hair, and so on. But one thing I noticed: Everyone was glancing sideways at Gee as much as they felt they could get away with, including me. Now, Gee didn't do anything to maintain his erection. He didn't touch it. It was just there, sticking out. Finally, a guy whose name I didn't know said, "Hey, nice boner!" That broke the ice. Everyone started talking at once. Some of us started growing our own erections, including me. One or two kids started stroking themselves. Right then, Coach Jamison came in, and announced shower time was over, we were now going to get ready for dinner. He saw our erections. He had to. I felt a twinge of concern, or embarrassment. I can only imagine what the others felt, especially those of us who were hard. But Mr. Jamison said nothing about that. So, we dressed, and had a nice dinner. Lots of chit-chat. I found another kid who also loves volleyball as well as basketball, like me, so we became fast friends, with a lot to talk about. I can only imagine what would have happened if the coach hadn't stepped in when he did. Did he plan the timing? The rest of the two weeks was just wonderful, but nothing else happened in the showers or elsewhere. I did have to masturbate several times, but found it easy to have privacy in various places - bathrooms, the bunkhouse at midday, and so on. I only wish more that could have happened would have happened. But like I said, we all had a good time anyway.