The last couple of days of camp we had a lot of water activities and I was all out of my tight undies. I had packed some tight undershorts and made sure that I had them on most of the time to try and tame the 8' monster with a mind of its own. I knew it was inappropriate for a male counselor to lust after the young girls, but I couldn't stop the feelings that swelled up inside of me, or the swelling in my shorts for that matter. Most of them wore modest shorts and long t-shirts but there was this one young t16 year old, Lacey, who mostly had daisy dukes, and short tight Ts. I took notice of how the sweat would bead on their tan bodies as they played their activities. Most of these girls where hot, and the summer heat made them even hotter. This particular summer we had a lot more girls signed up than boys. It was the summer of 1999 and I was a camp counselor at a local Y club.
