Max began to run his hands all over my body, clearly ecstatic to be playing with an older boy. 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. I then gently lowered myself onto Max's near naked body.
I hopped onto Max's bed and got on my hands and knees over his body. We decided to cover most of the window with our blankets, with only a small section still having the sunlight shine through. I asked if he wanted to try masturbating with me, and he seemed excited by the concept.
Max's speedos were throbbing as well, and his thin penis had swollen to its full 4 inch size. 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. 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. 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. 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. The only drag was that the curtains for the window had broken, so that people from outside could see straight into our room. Our room was small but I liked it - it was nice and cosy. Max had the bed closest to the window, and I had the bed closest to the opposing wall. We threw our towels on the floor and went to our individual beds to rest in just our speedos. Max and I swam from about 11am to 1pm, before having some lunch at the pool lunch area and returning to our room. Max looked really good in his speedos, with his soft 2 or 3 inch penis tucked neatly within the thin material. I should add that we were among the few boys who wore speedos- pretty much every other guy wore board shorts. Max wore his light blue speedos and I wore my red ones. When we finished, we could just walk the short distance back to our cabin to change back into our regular clothes. We decided to change into our swimwear inside our room and only carry a towel to the pool. Max wanted to go to the pool, which was right next to our cabin. 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.
He was a skateboarder and surfer, while I was more of a technology and video games guy. At night, however, we spent hours in our room talking about typical teenage life stuff. During the day, we didn't talk much as we went to different activities. I became quite close to Max during those two weeks. I occasionally participated in the activities when I was free, though this wasn't very often. As a supervisor, I pretty much just wandered from place to place, making sure everyone was kept safe. This hall also showed movies on a regular basis. At night, there were board games and a small arcade in the main camp hall.
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. After those first few days though, he became as talkative as any of the other boys there. 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. Max didn't know anyone else, so I shared a room with him in my group's cabin. There was also Max, a 13 year old with short, spiky blonde hair, a cute face, slim build and quite short in height. In our cabin, there were four pairs of boys who knew each other, so they naturally shared a room with each other.
This particular camp was two weeks long, with boys coming from all across the country. Each pair had their own separate room, but we had to share the bathroom and living areas of our cabin with the other boys. The groups slept in cabins with 5 rooms each (shared by pairs). I was the oldest of the group of boys I was taking care of. 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.