Arthur Goes to Camp

by James Dee

  Copyright May 2018. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Arthur Goes to Camp

  Introduction

  Arthur is an 18 year old high school senior who is a bit unenthusiastic about attending coding camp since he has gone for years in a row, but hasn’t truly enjoyed it. Arthur is required to attend coding camp since his family is in the IT industry and everyone is pressuring him to follow in their footsteps, which they claim must happen by his attending another year of coding camp. While Arthur admits with a laugh that a geeky guy like him going into IT is definitely a generalization, he also admits that he is quite good at it, truth be told. He hopes that this year he can at least find a way to make camp more exciting. Camp will most likely be dull, he surmises, since the girls who are also attending probably will be geeks like him and there won’t be much eye candy for him to look at while there.

  Oh well, it doesn’t hurt to dream, he admits to himself as he gets ready for camp.

  Chapter One

  Arthur looked out the window of his car as he approached the summer coding camp campus and got ready to pull the car into the camp parking lot. He had mixed feelings about going to coding camp and admitted that while he was fairly good at things related to computer science, he overall found camp to be dull and uneventful. However, his parents kept making him go year-after-year, even offering to buy him things if he would just go one more year to camp.

  I guess they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, Arthur thought with a chuckle as he found a parking spot.

  Finding a parking spot, he soon got out and locked his car, going into the trunk to get his small suitcase, as he rolled it through the parking lot and to the check-in counter. Upon coming face-to-face with the camp counselor at the table, Arthur paused and gave his name to the staff and showed his ID to the counselor working at the table, checking in without any real issues. The camp itself was as it sounded, where there was a great amount of outdoors space for the campers to utilize while there, but there were also cabins which were equipped for technological classes. Arthur was also glad that the camp provided single rooms for campers within the campers’ cabins, thereby taking away the pain of having to camp out in a tent. This was a big reason why Arthur came back, and he felt it made camp more tolerable since he wouldn’t have to be stuck around a bunch of kids who were younger than he was. Now, they were the ones who had to share tents, but it wouldn’t be a problem for him personally.

  Moments later he left the check-in table and walked around the camp, looking for any familiar faces from years past, as he noticed a few people who looked familiar and after he finished greeting them, Arthur sat down for the welcoming ceremony, which would be starting in ten minutes, as per the schedule. The camp counselors were practicing doing intentionally lame-ass skits to break the ice and to also entertain the younger kids who were in attendance. Arthur watched part of the welcoming ceremony and after suffering through five minutes of the eye-rolling forehead-palming skits, he decided that now would be the perfect time to get dinner and step away from the ceremony.

  As he walked to the dining hall and entered, he walked to the front of the cafeteria and served himself, after grabbing a tray and a big plate from a nearby table. After stuffing his plate with various foods, he set the food down on the table, right before he walked to the soda machine to officially complete his meal. After grabbing a straw and filling the plastic glass, he sat down at an unoccupied table and as he ate dinner, he paused to look at the other end of the dining room, where he saw one of the camp counselors from past years approach him as she waved, approaching the table seconds later.

  Arthur instantly recognized her and remembered that her name was Mrs. Agarwal and for whatever reason, he always had had a crush on her in years past. Truth be told, he couldn’t explain the reasoning for the crush, besides perhaps he just had a thing for middle-aged Indian women. Well, more honestly, husky and curvy Indian women like her, with her jet black hair, tanned skin, round breasts, and round ass. Side-by-side, both of them would look comical as a couple; Her being in her 40s and being “full-figured” and Arthur being a thin and shy barely legal light-skinned geek. Nonetheless, he often yearned for her in a naughty way.

  Mrs. Agarwal was part of the “upper-level coding team” and he had always enjoyed having her as a teacher. Not so much due to what she taught, but more so for the visual eye candy he got when he’d steal glances at her as she moved around the computer lab as his class progressed on its way.

  “Hello, Arthur!” she exclaimed with an eager and upbeat tone, as if she had just done a line of coke in the bathroom.

  “Hi Mrs. Agarwal, how have you been?” he politely and shyly asked in reply.

  “I’m great, thanks! But, now I’m divorced, so now I’m a Miss and not a Missus,” she said, feeling slightly deflated.

  “Oh, well, perhaps it’s for the better,” Arthur consoled as he comp a glance at her round chest, being hugged by her t-shirt.

  “I agree. I’ll find another man when the time is right!” she said, almost combusting into random song and dance.

  “Well, it is good seeing you,” Arthur meekly said to her, as he watched as she she leaned over to hug him, feeling her hands wrap around his back as her plentiful bosom pressed up against his thin chest; His penis beginning to stir as he closed his eyes and kept his breathing paced.

  “Oops, was that awkward?” Ms. Agarwal said with a wide smirk, leaving Arthur to be unsure whether she had just blatantly hit on him or if it had truly just been a kind gesture.

  Mmmm, I wish she’d do that again, a voice in his head admitted as he felt his penis continue to grow as he looked at Ms. Agarwal, quickly waving goodbye to her before she noticed what was happening downstairs in his pants.

  Chapter Two

  After eating, Arthur watched the end of the welcoming ceremony and saw Ms. Agarwal dancing around the stage and jumping around like she had just snorted a couple lines pre-show in the dressing room. But then again, that’s what most of the camp counselors were like, he admitted to herself. He watched as everyone left the ceremony and started to walk towards their tents for a “meet-and-greet session” which was a lame-ass period of time composed of icebreaker activities which were usually torturous due to how childish they were. Luckily, Arthur had an alternative schedule to that and was able to sneak off to his room in the cabin, liberating himself from the lameness going on at the ceremony.

  As he walked up to his tent, he felt a sudden urge of sadness as he realized he was going to have to spend a week here at this camp; A place he truly didn’t want to be, despite what he had told himself in the past. As he neared his cabin, he paused and hung his head, starting at the ground as he tried to cheer himself up and tell himself that this year it might actually be fun.

  Yeah, my ass, he replied in his head, knowing that deep down this was the last place he truly wanted to be. As he hung his head and stared at the trail made out of dirt, he felt a hand gently rest on his shoulder, startling him as he let out a small shriek and looked up and saw Ms. Agarwal standing to the side of him as she looked at him, beaming a smile down at him.

  “Hey, rough day, huh?” she said as she gave him a knowing smile.

  “Yes, Ms. Agarwal. No offense to you, but I really wish I hadn’t came to this camp; I think it’s going to be boring and dumb,” he admitted, not letting his usual politeness water down what he truly felt.

  “Come on now, Arthur, you’re going to have a fun time at camp; I have a strange feeling it’ll be the best year ever at camp!” she said wi
th a gentle smile on her face as her hand massaged his back.

  “Yeah, well, you’re supposed to say something like that, since you’re a counselor. But, thanks anyways,” Arthur said, looking away as he felt her hand massage his back gently as he felt arousal coarse through his body.

  “If you think that’s bad, try getting divorced; I promise you that is WAY worse,” she said in an attempt at humor as Arthur laughed lightly.

  “Well, that is also true, Ms. Agarwal,” he said as he looked at her, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

  “But, to be honest, I don’t think you understand why I dislike it here,” Arthur admitted as he struggled to maintain eye contact with her.

  “I think I might. Why do you dislike it here, Arthur?”

  “Well, I realize this camp is meant to be a time of learning, but I’m now an adult and I really have an interest in women,” Arthur stated, realizing it seemed like somewhat of a non-sequitur.

  “Well, that sounds like the same story of millions of young men your age, Arthur,” she said as her hand returned to his back, gently massaging it as her hand circulated around his back, her round breasts not far from his face. “But, how does it tie-in with coding camp?”

  “Well, honestly, the women campers here are geeky like me and I’m not attracted to them,” Arthur admitted bluntly.

  “That’s okay, those aren’t the only women here, honey,” Ms. Agarwal said as a slight smirk cracked her face.

  As Arthur gave her a confused look, she let out a sultry laugh and continued. “There are non-campers here who are women, too.”

  Arthur rolled his eyes and looked back at her. “I’m well aware of that, Ms. Agarwal,” he said, a bit of annoyance coming across in his voice.

  As she continued to stare at him with a stoic expression, he felt the guilt come on as he apologized. “Sorry, Ms. Agarwal, I didn’t mean to sound rude,” Arthur said as he looked at his shoes and his white socks which were almost pulled up to his knees.

  Moments later, her smirk returned as he felt her hand begin to run up and down his arm. “Do you really get what I’m talking about, Arthur?” she asked as Arthur felt himself feel electrified as he wondered if he was reading too much into this or if she was doing what he thought she was doing.

  “Yes, ma’am, I do,” he said quickly.

  “Well then, please, explain it to me, honey,” she said, like a cat playing with a cornered mouse.

  “Umm, well, it seems like you mean that I can perhaps try to talk with and get to know the female counselors better. Maybe even become close friends with them before camp ends,” Arthur said, hedging as he tried to explain himself.

  “Well, I think you get the ‘female’ and ‘get to know better’ parts down,” she said as her brown eyes stared into his as they stood alone, with nothing surrounding them but trees and the faint sound of nature.

  As Arthur began to breathe heavier, he was unsure of what to do next. His slowly growing penis told him what he should do, but he was too shy to actually initiate the next step as they both held eye contact.

  As if toying with him, Ms. Agarwal looked down and saw the bulge in his shorts as she smirked at him.

  “Care to explain that, Arthur?” she said as she stared at his penis poking through his shorts.

  Fumbling for words, Arthur’s face turned red as he tried to think of something quickly. “I, umm, I, I wore underwear which was too tight and so it caused this.”

  “Mmmm, what does your underwear look like?” she asked as he felt himself get slightly lightheaded.

  “It, umm, it’s just the plain white type. The type they used to wear a long time ago. Just plain white underwear briefs,” Arthur said as he felt his penis ramming against his underwear, yearning to be freed.

  “Mmmm, that is sexy, Arthur,” she said as her hand continued to rub his arm.

  “You’re not lying to me though, are you?” she said in a stern voice.

  “No ma’am, I’m not,” Arthur replied, now growing confused as to what the hell was going on.

  “I still don’t believe you,” she said as the two of them continued to stand on the trail, no campers or signs of animals anywhere near them.

  “Well, I can promise you that I am, okay?” he said in compromise.

  “Promises are made to be broken,” Ms. Agarwal said as she squared up to him. “There is only one way to know. Also, lying to a camp counselor is a serious offense and one you can’t afford,” she said as her hands reached down and slowly undid the button on his shorts.

  “P-p-p-please, I’m not lying,” Arthur said as he felt the button come undone as two of her fingers pulled the band of his underwear up, showing the generic brand name to her.

  “Okay, well, looks good so far; However, you’re not done yet,” she said as her meaty fingers pulled his zipper down until it was resting at the bottom, his shorts fully unzipped as more of his plain white underwear became visible.

  “W-w-what do you want to do now?” he asked, somewhat nervous but also aroused.

  “I think you already know the answer to that question, Arthur,” she smirked as she put the front of her hand down his underwear and elephant-walked him off the dirt trail and behind a couple trees.

  As they stood within a circle of trees, Arthur watched as Ms. Agarwal got on her knees on a soft patch of grass, looking up at him as her hands grabbed each side of his underwear, ready to yank it down.

  “Anything you’d like to say before I pull them down, Arthur?” she said with a wide grin as her brown eyes stared up at him.

  “I, oh gee golly, gosh, this is, oh no, oh yes,” he nervously stuttered as he felt his underwear and shorts begin to be pulled down, passing over his knees as his hard penis popped out, with his shorts and underwear down around his ankles.

  What the hell?!? Ms. Agarwal exclaimed in her head as his big and thick cock popped out in front of him.

  I wasn’t expecting a nerd like him to be packing! She exclaimed to herself as she blinked a few times at his hard cock.

  “M-M-Ms. Agarwal, a-a-are you g-going to put my penis in your mouth now?” he asked innocently.

  “Yes, Arthur, is that okay with you?”

  “Y-y-yes, it is, Ms. Agarwal, I, OOOH GEEZ!” he yelped as her tongue touched the tip of his milky penis, swirling around as he leaned against a tree, whimpering in pleasure as she began to draw her tongue up and down the length of his erect penis.

  “Oh gosh darn, this is good,” Arthur observed as her mouth was gradually stuffed with more of his hard penis.

  As his hands remained at his sides, gripping the tree trunk, he looked down to see Ms. Agarwal’s head moving back and forth as more of his milky cock disappeared into her mouth.

  “M-M-Ms. Agarwal, this really feels good,” he proclaimed, half stating a fact and half complimenting her.

  “T-this really f-f-feels good, but is it okay if I see your breasts?” he inquired, not wanting it to end, but also wanting to see his first pair of large breasts at camp.

  Moments later her mouth came off of his penis as she wiped her mouth, crawling back as she pointed to the flat stretch of grass.

  “Please, lie down, Arthur,” she ordered, as he quickly laid down flat on the grass, his cock poking up as his shorts and underwear stayed around his ankles.

  As he obediently looked up at her, he saw her reach down and lift up her snug t-shirt, watching as it passed over her mid-section and finally over her head as she extended her arms as moments later it fell to the ground, resting on top of the grass as her ample breasts were securely held prisoner by her bra. As she knelt down next to him in the grass, she leaned in close, near his face.

  “Would you like to do the honors and take my bra off, Arthur?” she inquired as she watched his hands move around her back, fumbling nervously as he tried to undo her bra as they both sat in the grass, surrounded by trees and the sound of silence.

  After fumbling for a bit, Ms. Agarwal smirked and reached around her back, assisting Arthur as he
r bra soon came undone, as she felt his petite fingers reach up and pull her bra straps down, liberating her from her bra moments later as he tossed it aside onto the grass. As she leaned in towards him, both of his hands stabilized one breast as he held it like a watermelon, suckling on her pebbled nipple as she continued to moan and groan as she looked down at his cock as it bounced around. As her tanned hand returned to his cock and stroked it slowly from the base to the top, she heard moaning as Arthur’s arousal increased as her breast remained stuffed in his mouth while her hand worked his cock.

  A minute later, she paused as she grinned at Arthur.

  “Arthur, are you a virgin?”

  After a brief pause, he exhaled heavily as he looked away.

  “Hmm, nevermind, it doesn’t matter if you are or not. Let me reword the question? Have you ever had sex at camp?”

  “N-no, I haven’t,” he said as her breast briefly came out of his mouth.