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.
He turned around and continued to dry himself off. I was worried he would see me looking at him from across the lean-to, but he was looking down at the floor. He had the cutest tiny pink nipples, which had hardened because of the cold outside air. His cock flung up and down as he slowly dried it off. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, he was fully hard! I grabbed my cock and slowly moved it back and forth as he continued. I ducked under the sleeping bag, worried he might see me.
He reached under his bed and pulled out his cotton pajamas. He put on a pair of tight white underwear over his hardened cock, and slipped his jogging pants on top. Next he grabbed a long sleeve cotton shirt and covered his slender arms and chest. I continued stroking myself, imaging running my hands all over his smooth naked body.
Suddenly his cot began shaking up and down. He probably thought we were fast asleep. But it was pretty obvious what he was doing under the covers. He probably thought I was fast asleep as he continued moving his arm up and down, faster and faster. It wasn't long before his cot stopped shaking, and he let out a soft moan. He turned over to face the wall, and quickly fell asleep.
Now that he was asleep, it was my turn.
I held my balls in one hand, and jerked my cock with the other. It wasn't long before I shot a warm and sticky load all over my fingers. I bit my lip so hard that it nearly bled. I was afraid that Sam or Greg would hear my loud orgasm. I slowly drifted off to sleep, still dreaming of their hot naked bodies.
The next few weeks were amazing. I got closer and closer to Sam and Greg. Sam was always causing trouble and pulling pranks. But he was an awesome guy, who was a great listener. He stilled made fun of me for being Canadian, but he could tell I barely cared. Sam also kept picking me up chocolates from the supply store. His family was wealthy, and money was never an issue for him. I guess he thought Canadians were poor, but I didn't want to correct him. The funniest thing he did was put whole can of axe spray in the fire. We ran for cover as a fireball developed over the campsite. When it exploded he ran down the hill asking people what happened (as if it wasn't Sam who did it). Scoutmaster Pete gave us a massive lecture, but as usual we denied the whole thing.
Greg was also a pretty cool guy. He was a big metal head and was part of the 'cool group' in the camp. He loved to blast loud rock music, and hang out at the supply store. He was big into working out, and would spend a good part of the day doing weights at the camp gym. He was a pretty good swimmer, and even gave me some lessons. Of course, it was just another opportunity to see more of him. He wasn't shy about his body, and when he swam he wore one of those super tight bathing suits.
Three weeks into camp the leaders got together for a high adventure night. We had to partner up and create a makeshift shelter with a fellow scout leader. Greg seemed a bit disappointed when I asked for Sam, because of how close they were. I explained that I wanted to be with Sam because he was experienced, but I definitely had other ideas.
I spent the hot July day building the outdoor shelter with Sam's help. The rule was you could only use things you found in the forest. The other rule was once you were partnered up, and you had to be at least five miles from any other campers. It would be just the two of us, all alone in the wilderness.
After spending several hours building the shelter, we were finally finished. We were really proud of the makeshift shelter that we had created. After inspecting it one last time, Sam went to nearby stream and filled up our cooking pot with water. He took the pot and poured its contents on the top of our shelter. We were both ecstatic that all the water slid down off the shelter, and not a drop got inside.
Sam stood next to the shelter, and unzipped his pants. He reached inside his pants and pulled his long cock out. He giggled at me as he let a massive string of pee all over the top of our shelter. He giggled at me again, and could tell I was pretty livid. "There's a better place to sleep." He said, tucking it back inside his green scout shorts.
