I was almost nine years old when I went away to summer camp for two months. I lived in a cabin with three other boys and two counsellors. My senior counsellor was Rob Atkins--we called him Rob. He must have been about 19 or 20, average but athletic build (he taught boating). He was warm and friendly from the first day we arrived, and he was easy to like. He had brown eyes, a thick crop of brown hair, and a winning laid-back smile.
I'll never forget our first shower together. Every week the boys in each cabin showered together with their counsellors. I enjoyed seeing my cabin mates naked, their little dinkies (mine, too) sticking out over their hairless balls. But when Rob dropped his jeans and boxers and stepped under the hot water with us, my heart stood still and then started to race. He was magnificent: perfectly developed body, covered with a light coating of soft brown hair that gathered from his chest to a thick cluster around his navel, then flowed down to a luxuriant bush of tangled curly black hair that framed his dick and balls from above and below.
I'd seen my dad naked once or twice when he'd forgotten to close his bedroom door, so I knew what grown men looked like. I couldn't wait till I looked like that, too. But Rob stirred me in ways that my dad had never done, fine as I thought his generous masculinity looked. I felt a deep churning in my gut and a warm glow beginning to spread from between my legs to other parts of my body. I was transfixed by Rob's beauty, in the full glory of his manhood. I couldn't get the image of him out of my mind after I'd seen him naked in the shower.
I'll never forget our first shower together. Every week the boys in each cabin showered together with their counsellors. I enjoyed seeing my cabin mates naked, their little dinkies (mine, too) sticking out over their hairless balls. But when Rob dropped his jeans and boxers and stepped under the hot water with us, my heart stood still and then started to race. He was magnificent: perfectly developed body, covered with a light coating of soft brown hair that gathered from his chest to a thick cluster around his navel, then flowed down to a luxuriant bush of tangled curly black hair that framed his dick and balls from above and below.
I'd seen my dad naked once or twice when he'd forgotten to close his bedroom door, so I knew what grown men looked like. I couldn't wait till I looked like that, too. But Rob stirred me in ways that my dad had never done, fine as I thought his generous masculinity looked. I felt a deep churning in my gut and a warm glow beginning to spread from between my legs to other parts of my body. I was transfixed by Rob's beauty, in the full glory of his manhood. I couldn't get the image of him out of my mind after I'd seen him naked in the shower.