Nicholas at camp

The summer I was sixteen, my parents decided to take a four-month tour of Europe, one of those extravagant pre-planned affairs that gouges you on everything and still manages to make you feel good at the end. There was of course the small problem of what to do with their son, so I was shipped off to an all-boys, all-summer camp, no escape camp in northern Minnesota. It’s one of those places where they try to erase the “scars of civilization” and “return to nature”. 
The camp consisted of three medium-sized lakes, thirty cabins and a huge lodge that stood at the southernmost tip of what was dubbed “Lake Main”. This is the kind of place you have nightmares about. The kind of place where they confiscate all electronic devises at the lodge and don’t give them back until your sentence is up and you can escape.

I was assigned to Cabin Unpronounceable Name #21, located halfway around the eastern edge of Lake Main. It was one of those cliched cabins that appears in every camp movie. 

I was one of the first ones there. The inside of the cabin consisted of ten wood bunk beds and one single bed, atop which sat the cabin “councilor” who looked about as pleased to be there as I was.
I managed to snag a top bunk in the back away from most of the others. Slowly the rest of the guys assigned to the cabin arrived. The last guy in was a tall, thin guy about six feet tall with a shock of blonde hair hidden under an outrageously dented bowler hat. He looked to be about seventeen, though his age was difficult to determine. He gave the room a quick glance and headed straight for my corner and the last remaining bunk, dragging his two duffels behind him. 
He tossed his stuff on the bottom bunk, and stuck his head over the edge and extended a bony hand up to me. “Nicholas White.” He said.
“Um, yeah, Andrew Ryan,” I said giving his hand a limp stake. There was something about Nicholas White, besides his charming good looks and flamboyant entrance. 
The cabin councilor stood up and made some boring speech about camp policy concerning activities. There were few restrictions except that no one could leave the vicinity of the main lake unless he (the councilor) and the front office had been informed. He rattled on about showers in the morning and some such, but I pretty much zoned him out and thought about how I was going to survive an entire summer in the Seventh Circle of Hell. He then said that at eight o’clock the lights were out and everyone should try and sleep.

The next morning, or should I say later that night, the councilor began walking around the cabin ringing a cowbell yelling at the top of his lungs. A quick consultation of my watch revealed the time to be five-oh-three in the morning, the most unholy of hours.
“You guys better get up quick or you’ll be waiting for a shower ‘till eight!” He yelled. 
I dragged my body over the side of the bunk and nearly landed on Nicholas White who was sitting on the edge of his bed collecting toiletries. He looked up at me with a slight smile on his face.
“Hey.” He said.
“What? Yeah, hey,” I replied, still half asleep. I began digging through my bag and dragging out assorted things I thought I might have use for. 
I made my blurry way to the communal shower shared by Cabins 20-29. The line leading into the small building snaked its way nearly fifty yards through the lightly forested area surrounding the shower and the cabins. I estimated a hundred to a hundred and twenty guys were in line already with more coming all the time. The councilor was right.

It took almost two and a half-hours to finally get into the shower building. The shower space was cramped and filled with steam. Where all the steam came from I could not tell, considering the slightly warmer then frigid temperatures I experienced during my brief shower, if it could be called that.
I made my sluggish way back to the cabin and back to my corner where I dropped my towel and began to search for something to wear. I pulled on some boxers and noticed Nicholas White come in and facing away from me drop his towel. I, for a split second, felt a pang of disappointment he was facing away, and, a second later, a pang of concern at that thought. I had never thought about a guy that way and although the thought was fleeting, it gave me a moments pause.
As I stood there, Nicholas White turned around, flashed his cock and balls, and then pulled up a pair of briefs over them. I stood there completely dumbfounded as he continued dressing. Finally, as he was pulling on a pair of shoes, I managed to focus my eyes on him. He gave me a sly smile and a quick wink then spun around and walked out of the cabin. I scrambled to pull on some clothes and follow him out, for what reason and to what means I did not know, or even think about.

Outside, Nicholas White was leaning against the side of the cabin, just to the left of the door, as if waiting for me.
“C’mon,” He said, smoothly, “Let’s go find something to do.”
We spent all of that first day together, wandering around aimlessly through the forested areas surrounding the lake, following some old supposed Indian trails and talking. We discovered we had much of the same interests and tastes when it came to books, music, etc.
We came back for lunch, then went back out again, totally ignoring the other people at the camp. We came back for dinner then went to the cabin for a lively discussion on who was better: Beck or David Gray.
At eight o’clock when the councilor doffed the lights, there were no protests at all. Eight o’clock didn’t seem so bad now.

The next day after we were awakened by the councilor and his bell, everyone got around pretty quickly, got their stuff and got out, heading for the showers at a “brisk” pace. I was about halfway there when I heard Nicholas cal from behind for me to wait up. I slowed my pace slightly, but continued walking. He caught up a moment later, huffing and puffing. We rounded the bend that blocked the communal shower from view.
“Ah, fuck!” Nicholas exclaimed. The line to the shower was at least as long as yesterday, possibly longer. “We’re never gonna get in there, man!”
“Guess everybody was just as quick as we were,” I said.
“Yeah,” Nicholas trailed off thoughtfully, and I turned to look at him. “Hey, man,” He said, tentatively; the way you ask your parents for something you know they won’t let you do. “I was thinkin’, you know, maybe instead of doing it one at a time, maybe we could just do a shower together, you know, to save time and all.”
I gave him an odd look, partly because the suggestion came out of nowhere, and partly because I had been thinking almost the exact same thing. “I dunno, man,” I said, “I don’t wanna give the wrong impression or something.”
“C’mon, man,” He persisted, “Nobody even notices, I saw two guys get in together yesterday and nobody even gave them a second glance. Besides,” He said, pushing ahead, “Who gives a fuck what someone else thinks anyway? I mean, you know?”
I hesitated, then gave in. “Alright, alright, fine. I suppose it would save time an’ all.”
By this time, we had reached the line. Nicholas flashed me a sly smile and gave me a wink. It was the exact same smile and wink that he had flashed yesterday, just after flashing me, a kind of Cat-That-Ate-The-Canary smile.

The line seemed to move even slower today and it took us over three hours to get into the building. Finally our shower opened up and I stepped into it. Nicholas followed me, smoothly, and closed the curtain. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it over my arm. Nicholas followed suit, then pulled down the khaki shorts he was wearing, revealing the delicious white cotton briefs I had seen him put on yesterday. I pulled my shorts down and tossed it over my arm then busied myself with removing an anklet I was wearing. 
Nicholas angled his back toward me and pulled down his briefs, revealing the tight ass I had seen yesterday. I finally got the anklet off and quickly pulled my boxers off and tossed the whole pile outside the curtain. Nicholas handed me his clothes and I did the same to them. He then reached up and turned the water on. I felt it splash on my back and was surprised to find it warm to the touch, although not as hot as I usually liked it.
Nicholas leaned his head back and let the water flow over his face and down his chest. I unconsciously followed the water’s stream, noticing for the first time his muscled chest and arms. They weren’t tight where every muscle was defined clearly against the skin, but his chest was tight and you could see his abs. I continued down past his navel and shaved pubes to his penis and balls. To my complete and utter surprise, he was erect. Sticking straight out from his body at least seven inches. His scrotum wasn’t tight, but loose and hanging down what I would consider to be a considerable distance. I tried not to stare at his dick head, which was large, and a deep purplish brown.

“You enjoying the show?”
I almost jumped out of my skin. I blinked a few times and quickly averted my gaze.
“Hey, man,” He said, “I don’t mind, gaze away. It looks like you even kinda like it.” He added this last with a slight smile and an eye flick toward my crotch.
I looked down at my crotch and was shocked to see my member standing up at attention. I fought for words and began stammering, trying to find someway to explain away my obviously aroused state.
“Hey, man, don’t sweat it,” He said, quietly, “A lot of guys need a jerk off in the morning. Its not like you’ve done something wrong.”
He took a large step towards me, closing the gap between us. The water splashed at his back, a few droplets running down his chest, drawing my eyes to his erect nipples. I took a deep breath, trying to still my frantically beating heart, and felt something warm engulf my penis. 
I looked down and saw his hand on my member, slightly below the head. As I watched, he began massaging my penis up and down, slowly masturbating me. I opened my mouth to protest, to call him a fag, to tell him to get the fuck away from me and stay there, but he gently placed a hand over my mouth and shushed me.
“Shh,” He said, “Don’t think.”
I took a step backwards and pressed my back against the cold tile wall. He followed me, continuing the back and forth motions. Slowly I reached out and gripped his cock and began massaging back and forth. He let out a slight gasp at my touch.