Going to Camp

Hello again. I\'ve brought you another story to read on. This story will eventually have so many different subjects in it, I had no idea where to put it, so I decided to keep it in the Drama section since people know me here more than any of the other sections.

Disclaimer: I own the whole Sha-bang, so no stealing for your own pleasure.

-Scribbles05

Going to Camp
(Prologue)

“I can’t believe all of our parents sent us to this bogus camp.” Lenny Walsh said to his two friends as they rode a school bus painted green with the gold lettering of: Camp Watootsie written on the sides. Lenny was the youngest of the three at 16 and ‘the virgin’. With thick honey colored hair that hung half over the sides in a semi-short cut, tan skin, supple body, blue eyes, and a cute baby face, he LOOKED the youngest as well. He wore a yellow fitted tank and jean shorts, and he sat by himself in one of the seats with his and Christopher Cage’s luggage with him.

Christopher, the sort of leader of the trio, sat with Derek. Christopher was 18, with very short brown hair, green eyes, not quite tan but not quite pale either skin, a red pouting bottom lip, and slender body. He wore a pink and green stripe polo shirt, one gold stud earring, and fitted jeans. He liked to look preppy. He was also the one with the lonely boyfriend back home.

Derek Reeves sat near the window with Christopher. Derek was also 18, with thick curly black hair that hung to his shoulders -though that day it was pulled into a low ponytail accenting the thin sideburns he sported, hazel eyes, lean body, olive skin, and full mouth. A mouth, which back at home, made him very popular with guys, for his ability to open it very wide for certain ‘activities’ was amazing. To his friends though, his big mouth only made his voice louder. He wore a fitted white t-shirt with the letters: M.I.L.F (Mother I Like to Fuck) written in red, and tight blue jeans with rips in them over the knees and on the back of his thighs where the openings were only a few inches away from the curve of his ass. I guess I don’t have to tell you he’s the whore of the group, which he admits to being and loving.

“We wouldn’t be on this damn bus if the two love birds weren’t caught kissing in my room when we were all trying to play video games.” Derek said still looking out the window.

Christopher shrugged with a smile on his face in rememberance. “I couldn’t help it. I love Don. And besides, he kept touching me and kissing my neck and..........”

Derek looked at his love struck friend. “Oh can it, Chris.”

The bus arrived at twelve p.m. to a large camp ground; passing through the gigantic wooden archway with the sign: Camp Watootsie written in green. Surrounded by tall oak and pine trees, acres of thin grass, yards and yards of various trails covered in fallen pine needles, the bus pulled up to the largest of the six log cabins; the auditorium. The log cabins were all made the same way; completely from wood, with wooden steps and handrails that led to the door, and a hunter green tin roof. Beside the doors, would be a thin slab of wood with the name of the building burned in it. This one was called of course: the auditorium.

Another green bus pulled up next to the first. It held campers from another region of town. Lenny got up from his seat and leaned over both Christopher and Derek to look out the window like all the other campers who were seated on his side of the bus. Outside were two adults; a man and a woman. They were both dressed in short khaki shorts, khaki colored fisherman hats, and green polo shirts with the names COUNSELOR stitched in gold. They both carried big smiles on their faces and the three boys giggled. “They look like dorks.” Derek said.

“They look like your parents, Chris.” Lenny said laughing.

“Shut up.” Christopher rolled his eyes.

The bus driver opened the doors and the campers got out both buses. “Hello,” The male counselor said as they all formed a big circle outside. “and welcome to Camp Watootsie. If you would please grab your things and go into the auditorium, we will tell you all about what we will do here.” All the campers walked inside the building. Though it looked like a cabin on the outside, the inside was different. It looked like a theater, with it’s theater style seats covered in green upholstery, a large screen for movies was posted from the ceiling above the stage, and the walls were decorated in floor to ceiling green velvet theater curtains. Christopher, Derek, and young Lenny sat four rows from the back with their luggage by their legs. They watched as Derek started to slouch down low in his seat.

“Dee, what the hell are you doing?” Christopher asked him.

“I have a feeling this is going to be boring, so I’m getting myself comfortable for an upcoming nap.” Christopher and Lenny looked at each other, shrugged, then slouched down too.

“Yo Lando, Stali, would you check out this room?” The trio heard a deep voice say. “Look at this shit, man. It looks like The Deluxe Theater back home.”

Derek turned around and looked at who was speaking. “Wow. Would you look at that hunk of meat.”

Lenny quickly turned around and looked. “Where?”

“Over in the last row. He’s sliding down a couple seats.”

Christopher finally turned around and looked. “Whoa. He’s absolutely........”

“Delicious.” Derek finished for him. The guy was around 5\'11\" with a solid build to him. His eyes were a dark brown as was his hair which was cut low. His facial features were strong and sharp, revealing a tough look to him. Pretty didn’t suit him, masculine did. He wore a black trimmed in white velour outfit, complete with the thin open jacket, baggy pants, and a pressed white t-shirt. He stood in the middle of the last row with his hands in his pockets.

Just then, another guy came up to the ‘hunk of meat’ they were looking at. He looked very similar to the first guy with the bronze skin, short brown hair and eyes, but his eyes had more of a twinkle to them. They looked like baby doll eyes with his long lashes. His build wasn’t as big and prominent as the ‘hunk of meat’, nor as tall, but being only a hair shorter and a hair softer looking, he still had an exceptional body. And it was obvious when he wore the white fitted tank, slightly baggy jeans, along with the all black baseball cap and the thin gold necklace he wore under his shirt. But his body wasn’t the only thing being admired. Derek loved his lips. They were full and pink and lush and when he curled them inward and ran his tongue over them, Derek’s mouth dropped open. He blew out air slowly. “He is SO sexy.”

The smaller guy sighed. “I don’t give a fuck, man. I don’t even want to be here.”

The ‘hunk of meat’ smiled and elbowed him in the side jokingly. “Come on, Lando. You need to take advantage of this. We’re at a damn gay camp. You know how much ass we can get?”

“I wonder what they’re talking about?” Lenny asked, still looking.

Christopher rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, but turn around before they find you two drooling.” He turned back around, but Derek spotted yet another guy. He was a slim version of the other two, with spiked dark hair, and a cute baby face. He wore regular jeans, a charcoal gray cotton t-shirt, and silver rings on his thumbs.

“Look, there’s another one.” Derek said. He looked the boy over. “Lenny, he looks perfect for you.”

“Would you guys turn around please?” Christopher pleaded.

“Nice digs.” The younger boy said to the other two. “So Manny, what were you and Lando talking about?”

“Bro over here is not feeling the whole camp thing.” Manny said gesturing to Lando.

“Why not? Lando, don’t you know how much ass we’ll get from these guys here?” The young one asked.

Manny laughed. “Stali, I just told him the exact same thing.” Lando rolled his eyes.

Derek looked all three of them over, then thought for a moment. “I bet they have BIG dicks. What do you think, Lenny? You might get your cherry popped while here.”

The young blonde nodded with a smile. “Oh yeah.”

Christopher smacked his hands on his thighs. “All right. That’s it. You two turn around now.” Derek and Lenny turned back in their seats and all the other campers found seats. When everyone was seated, a man in his forties with red hair - though balding - black framed glasses, and wearing something similar to the two counselors; without the hat and khaki pants instead of shorts, stood on the stage with a small mic attached to his shirt.

“My name is Mr. John Fitz, your camp advisor. Welcome campers to Camp Watootsie. We are a gay camp. No, we don’t gather and have big orgies with people of the same sex. In gay camp, you are reintroduced to the duties of what a man and what a woman does. In gay camp, you shed the homosexuality skin for a whole new ‘straight’ one. I’m glad that you are all here. That means that you recognize the narrow road you’ve been traveling and want to change for the better. That’s step one. Recognizing you have a problem. So, because of that, I expect 110% from each and every one of you in regards to bettering your life. By the time our time is over, you will have been redirected to a world of opportunity, instead of a world of destruction. We will begin the process of turning all you beautiful people around and having fun at the same time. But right now though, you will head out the doors where counselors are staying with numerous boxes. Give them your name, and they will give you your three t-shirts with your names stitched on them. The first process was admitting you had a problem, the second step is the attire. Everyone is required to wear these t-shirts with shorts and pants of your choosing. Provided, they reflect your gender. Ladies, no long shorts down to your ankles and baggy jeans. Gentleman, no cut off shorts or too tight jeans. You are all young men and women. You must look the part in order to make your transformation a success. Now, after you picked up your shirts,” He gestured with his hand and the two counselors from earlier and two more relatively young counselors got up on stage. “Counselor Harry Moore and his assistant Ian Bundy will take the men to their bunkhouse to get changed and Counselor Haley Green and her assistant Laura Samuels will take the girls to their bunkhouse. After changing, an inspection will be made of you to see how far you are willing to rid yourself of this deviance.” Then Mr. Fitz left and the campers started to walk out, forming lines in front of various shirt boxes that had their last name within it’s range.

When Lenny, Christopher, and Derek got their t-shirts, they started to walk to their bunker. “Can you believe that shithead advisor?” Derek said. “Did he just call us deviants?”

“Not necessarily. He called our sexual preference for members of the same sex a deviancy.” Lenny said. “One things for sure though. He’s not going to change the way I dress.”

Derek nodded. “That’s for damn sure. I may have this ugly green t-shirt on, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have my skimpy pink briefs with the zipper on the crotch underneath.”

With Counselor Moore leading them, the boys were shown to their bunkhouse. Inside, it looked similar to what you’d see if you were in the military. There were rows of bunk beds going down both sides of the walls. The bunk beds were made of heavy oak, sanded down so the framework of the bed would be nice and rounded, stained, then glossed with shiner. Each bed was given one pillow covered in a green pillow case, a green plaid comforter, and a gray quilt was folded across the bottom in case it got too cold. At the foot of the beds were large trunks painted green (of course). Inside them was a thin barrier going down the middle, so both bunkmates had their own space for their folded clothes. The far right had four wooden doors that led to separate bathrooms, complete with shower, toilet, and sink.

When they got in, boys immediately started pairing up and picking out beds. Christopher was just putting his bags on one of the top bunks with Derek on the bottom and Lenny on the bottom next to them, when Manny, Lando, and Stali walked in with their bags in one arm and t-shirts in the other. “Hey, there they go.” Lenny said to his friends as they started to peel off their tops and put on one of their green monogrammed shirts.

“Who?” Christopher asked.

“The ‘hunk of meat’ and what looks like his brothers.”

Derek quickly pulled his shirt on and peeked out into the aisle. “Where?” He spotted them going over who was going to take which bed. They were near the end on the other side of the aisle. “Oh. I see’em.” Derek smiled. They all gave him a hard on, but the middle one was the one that caught his eye.

Manny had taken a bottom bunk, Stali took the top, and Lando took the bottom one with some other guy. When he tossed his bag on the bed, he looked up the wide wooden aisle floor and saw a boy with thick ebony hair pulled into a low ponytail, hazel eyes, and creamy olive skin looking straight at him. When Lando caught him looking, the boy didn’t appear to look surprised or embarrassed that he was practically staring at him. Instead, he slowly smiled a one sided grin stretching his wide mouth.

Lando tossed his head up in a greeting gesture, then winked. *I think I just might like being at camp after all.* He thought.

Christopher walked up behind Derek and looked over his shoulder. Derek, still looking Lando’s way, bit his bottom lip. “I’m gonna fuck him.”

Christopher smiled then pushed Derek in the back to get his attention again. “We’re at gay camp, Dee. You’re supposed to start fucking GIRLS now, remember?” He laughed.

Derek turned around and looked at his friend with a smile on his face. “Really, like majority of these other boys and girls here aren’t looking for a little dick or pussy?”

“Geez, do you have to use that language?”

“Sorry. I forgot you turn red whenever someone uses vulgar slang terms.” Derek countered. Christopher groaned.

“Guys,” Lenny said. “people are starting to head out again. I think we need to head outside for our inspection.” The trio made their way out the front door, but Derek looked behind him and among some of the other guys who were still dressing, he spotted Lando, shirtless, with his gold necklace still on. Derek had never seen such smooth and muscular pecs and abs. Possibly his older brother had them too, which by the way his green t-shirt covered muscular shoulders and a broad chest, he figured he had to be right.

Lando caught him looking again and decided to toy with the boy. Looking down at it, he half lifted his arm and flexed twice, causing his muscles to quickly flex into beautifully defined biceps the size of honeydew melons.

Derek took in a breath of air before he knew it and stared. He could just imagine those big arms wrapped around him, holding him close. He could also see those arms flexing strongly as the guy laid between his legs pounding him through the mattress in a session of steamy hot sex.

Staring into each other’s eyes, the lust between them was building. Not love. Just an enormous desire to satiate their sudden craving for the other.

Lenny looked back in and saw Derek on the verge of panting from arousal. Before more could be done, he quickly walked back in and reached for his friend’s arm. “Lets go, Dee.” They walked out.

Lando stood back and watched the boy be pulled away with a smile on his face. *What an ass he had.* He thought, picturing Derek’s round backside. He saw himself looking down at the naked boy on his bed, face down. He saw his own large hands run sensuously over his olive toned mound and squeezing firmly, passionately, but gently. He saw himself bend down and kiss it repeatedly, hearing the boy under him gasp then moan erotically. His fingers found their way to the opening and began to pull the cheeks apart. He saw himself lean down and prepare to slide his tongue in between, when he felt a firm hand slap him on the back, waking him from the sudden fantasy he had found himself consumed in.

“Ready?” Lando’s little brother, Stali asked.

Lando quickly pulled his shirt on. “Yeah. Lets go.”


TBC........
Liked it? Yes? No? Let me know. I\'m trying something different this go round. Where all my other stories had characters falling in love early in the story, this one will take a lot longer for that to happen. If it DOES happen. \"Lust\" and \"betrayal\" is this story\'s themes. R&R.

P.S.

I have SO many different stories I\'ve started saved on my computer it\'s ridiculous. 12 to be exact. REALLY! You should just see them all. I\'m serious. If anyone (one only) would like to see some of the other stories I\'ve started, followed by brief descriptions of where I\'m headed with each of them, grab my e-mail (you must say you\'re from fan fiction in your subject, otherwise I won\'t open the message) and let me know or tell me in your review. I haven\'t been working on any of them because I\'m always in a stump. If you have any ideas, let me know. Maybe you can help me?