Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. Now originally it was all going to be 9 parts, but… Someone said the first one was too long, so I’ve decided to split all of these up into smaller posts. I thought I’d try a different look, but you guys didn’t seem to like it, so I’m going back to the old way. ENJOY———

Tim, the Teenage Part Twenty-Two By: Rass Senip

+++ Chapter VI: 9th Grade, Summer 1986 – Summer Camp Campers Part 3 – Summer Time Fun (mc, mf, oral mf, mm)

I awoke the next morning at sunrise, finding my woody already up and standing over me, waiting impatiently while letting go a strand of drool from its lips. “Damn. I guess you miss the twins, don’t you fella,” I said as I gave it a few loving strokes. It responded by throbbing a few times, and I was tempted to continue. “Nope. Don’t have any love juice to waste. Sorry boy, but you’ll thank me later.” “Finally..” Joey said from the bottom bunk. “It’s about time you woke up. I’m already dressed. Shall I go wake Mick?” “I’m awake,” Mick said from the top bunk beside me. He sat up, stretched, then spotted my pole still sticking straight out of my boxers. “Damn, Tim. You could poke an eye out with that thing.” “I think it was up before all of you,” I said climbing down.

With my softening woody still plainly visible, I walked right out the door. I grinned imagining Mick’s face from my boldness. Joey knew better, and even surprised me when he came out and stood beside me completely nude. “I told you I was already dressed,” he grinned. The air was relatively cool compared to what I had expected. Cool enough to give us goose bumps when a breeze wandered by. “Uhm, I think we will have to postpone. It has to be really hot out you know.” “Yeah… Hey, what about some mud wrestling then? Now the sun is up, it should start heating up pretty quick.” “Yeah, okay. I wonder…” I reached out and check to see if Gina, Rita, and Dana would be opposed to mud wrestling nude. Dana wasn’t interested at all, and Rita only wanted to if it was a guy. Gina didn’t mind wrestling another girl as long as she wasn’t expected to do anything else but wrestle. “I’ll think I got some girls to wrestle. But where do we wrestle at?” Joey smiled and said, “Got that all worked out.”

Mick came out wearing his shorts and said, “Brrrr.” Joey said, “Change of plans, Mick. How about some female nude mud wresting?” “YEAH! Okay. But are we still gonna do the other?” “You can bet on it,” I said shivering again. “I’ll need Mick’s and someone else’s help with the mud pool,” Joey said. “Do you think the other guys will want in on it?” “I’m pretty sure Scooter will. Gina is one of the contestants.” “Mick, go wake the other guys and find out while I check something and Tim goes gets the girls,” Joey’s said walking away. “Hey, Joey? I can’t cover the whole camp. You’re gonna have to put some shorts on.” “Heh. Sorry. I think I’ve spent too much time at your dad’s place. I’m used to walkin’ around naked.” “I know what you mean. I almost went to school nude one day.” “You too?” Mick said. Joey and I looked at Mick as he turned red. “I used to have a dream about that all the time,” Mick explained.

We went back inside and got dressed, all of us putting on shirts and Joey and I putting shorts on. I was surprised when Jerry wanted to go and Paul didn’t, but Scooter was all for it as I predicted. I knew a dream state wouldn’t work for this activity, and finding girls that would willingly mud wrestle nude was harder than I imagined. I spent a half an hour scanning all the girls, finding Gina was the only one willing to do it simply because she had been in on several multiway jerk offs with the guys. I checked the progress of the guys, finding they were finished with the preparations and waiting for me to bring the entertainment. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and decided to get what we wanted, I would have to give the girls what they wanted. I had fourteen girls lined up by the time I had gotten halfway through the camp. The camp was fairly busy as I finally joined my cabin mates at their mud pool. They had been extremely confused by not only girls showing up, but guys too. “What is going on?” Joey asked above the noise of approximately thirty people setting up their seats around Joey’s mud pool. “I’ll explain in a minute to everyone,” I shouted back as I examined the pool.

I remembered the first year I had gone to that camp the shallow round pool had contained large gold fish and some other smaller fish. For whatever reason, the next year the pool was empty, and was never filled again. Joey had found some black plastic big enough to line the six foot diameter round basin, and filled it with an incredible amount of clean mud. I waited another minute for the crowd to settle down, then stepped up on my own chair to speak. I had to yell quiet a couple of times before I could start.

“Morning. Welcome to the Connor and Brandton coed nude mud wresting.” I paused for the crowd to stop whistling and yelling. “As you all know, this is not an official camp event, so don’t tell anyone who isn’t here anything about it. “Because the girls were not willing to wrestle nude in the mud for our enjoyment alone, I offered them a deal. Before each pair of girls wrestle, two guys will be wrestling, in the nude, while the girls are in the ring refereeing. Afterwards, those two guys will referee the girls. “The rules are as follows. No messing around with crotches, accidental or otherwise. No pulling of hair, and if anyone hold’s their opponents heads in the mud longer than five seconds, they will automatically forfeit. “Everyone is here by their own free will. If anyone is having second thoughts, please speak now…. “Oh, two final things. Before your match, everyone is required to use the john, and try to go both ways. The other thing is no sex during the matches. While the matches are going, no one here has to worry about getting caught.

After I leave, you can do whatever you want, but run the risk of getting caught. “Joey, since you and I are the only ones here who have done this before, we are up first.” Joey came over to me and said, “I hate it when you pull this shit without asking me first. If I didn’t get such a hard on from the idea, I wouldn’t do it,” he said smiling as he pulled off his shorts. His boner bounced up and down while the crowd got quite, then suddenly loud. “Joey, I think you enjoyed that,” I said as I pulled off my own shorts. My hardon imitated Joey’s, but didn’t get the same response from the crowd. We both took our shirts off at the same time, and that got an even louder reaction. Go figure.

I stepped into the thick and slimy mud, letting my foot sink to the bottom before putting my other foot in. Instead of a hard surface under the plastic, I was pleasantly surprised to find Joey had thought of putting dirt underneath to cushion us if we hit the bottom too hard. “Where did you get all this mud and dirt?” I asked as Joey beat his chest like Tarzan. “There was a whole wagon full of it for the baseball field. Most of it was muddy from the rain, so I used it.” “AAAAAAAk,” I said as I fell backwards. The dirt underneath was somewhat lumpy, causing my foot to loose its grip. “Oh man. This will be easy,” Joey said laughing. I didn’t say anything while I got up. I realized my referees were still dressed, so I yelled over to them to hurry it up. The guys in the crowd whooped and yelled as the two girls stripped with red faces. The noise had attracted some attention, and it took me a few minutes to zip into every cabin nearby to deafen them to our noise.

Joey was surprisingly good in the mud. Despite my earlier slip, however, I wasn’t so bad myself. Of course I had an unfair advantage. I had used my father’s mud wrestling ring quite a bit during the past several months.