Going to Camp

Okay. Here\'s the scoop. This past week has been utter hell. Exam week. All those in college know what I\'m talking about. Anyway, that week is over with and now that it\'s summer time, I can get back into my writing mode FINALLY!! Enjoy!

--Scribbles05


Chapter 1

All the campers lined up outside their designated bunkhouses and waited for inspection. The four counselors from earlier stood lined up facing them and Mr. Fitz began walking down the rows. Many he nodded his head to, some though he had to correct. One girl had her green shirt on but put on sagging pants. She was instructed to go back inside and find a pair of more fitted pants. He found another boy whose shirt looked too tight around his flat belly. Mr. Fitz walked around the back of the boy and he had tied a knot in the back of the shirt. He was instructed to unknot it. Christopher was standing in between his two friends and he knew the advisor was going to say something about Derek’s provocatively ripped jeans he declined to take off. Mr. Fitz looked over Lenny and nodded, saw Christopher and told him to remove the earring, and stopped at Derek. Mr. Fitz just stared at Derek, and Derek being the smart ass he was, stared back with his head cocked to the side and his eyes bugging out in a “what are you looking at?” expression. “Son, you know why I stopped, don’t you?”

“No.” Derek replied dryly.

“I don’t mind ripped jeans, but those rips are in all the wrong places. I will have to advise you to go back inside your bunkhouse and change into some suitable pants.”

“I don’t think so.”

Mr. Fitz cut a look at him. Obviously, he never had to deal with back talk from any of the other “deviants” in his previous camp years. Surely, he didn’t think he’d go another year without a smart mouth in the group. “Excuse me?”

Derek folded his arms and smiled smugly. “You heard me. You’re standing right in front of me.”

Christopher tapped him. “Derek, just do what he says.”

“No. This is a free country. If I wanna wear rips in my jeans that are two inches away from my ass, I’m going to do it.” Mr. Fitz heard chuckles from the other camper and his ears turned red.

“I see I’m going to have a little trouble maker this year, aren’t I?”

“Oh yeah.” Derek said. “So get ready.” More chuckles.

“I’ll let you slide today.” Mr. Fitz went on down the lines.

Derek turned to his left and saw Christopher staring at him blankly. “What?”

“Why didn’t you just change your pants? Now, he’s going to be watching you for four weeks.”

Derek shrugged. “I don’t give a damn.” He looked passed Christopher to see Lando was looking at him. He still had a smile on his face, obviously from still laughing about what just happened with him and Fitz. “He can also watch me get fucked by that guy down there too for all I care. That fucker doesn’t scare me.”

Christopher sighed. “Okay.”

When Fitz was finished, he stood in front of the campers. “Not bad, everyone. Some need more improvement than others,” he looked at Derek. “But not bad. It’s time to tell you what we have here at Camp Watootsie. There are seven log cabins here. Two are the bunkhouses you’re staying in, one is the auditorium you just saw, one is the mess hall which you’ll get to eat at shortly, one is the office, where I can be located, one is the counselor’s bunkhouse, and the other,” he stared again at Derek. Derek smiled. “the other is solitude. It’s the smallest cabin here with a bed, one arm chair, and a whole pile of books for you to read. It may sound like easy punishment, but you spend three days in that small space, with no windows, no tv, your food brought to you through a cubby hole, and the sounds of your fellow campers laughing and having a good time outside, you’ll straighten up quick.” Then he moved on. “Here at camp, you will have the opportunity to participate in numerous group games and activities, swim in our privately owned lake, go fishing and canoeing, and at some time during the next few weeks, we will have our trainer give horse ridding lessons.”

“Yay.” Christopher said dryly.

“You guys and gals are stuck here for four weeks, so loosen up and have some fun. Harry, take over.”

Counselor Moore took charge after Mr. Fitz left. “We’re gonna take it easy on you today. Lunch should be ready in the mess hall. There, you have one hour to eat and do whatever. When you’re all done, we’ll begin our tour of the campground. Okay?” He got a few nods. “Okay.” He and the other counselors walked off.

“Lets go, I’m starving.” Lenny said.

Campers were given a choice of ham and cheese or turkey sandwiches, chips, cookie, and juice drinks. Manny held up his plastic bottle of Sunny-D once they all sat down at the table. “I haven’t drank a damn Sunny-D in five years. I need a man’s drink.”

His brother, Stali laughed. “Sorry. I remember reading on the brochure mom had, that this place doesn’t even carry sodas or vending machines of any kind.”

“That’s bullshit.. They’re trying to kill us down here.”

Stali looked down at his chips. The bag had 100% Fat Free! written on the top right. “Or starve us. I’m not eating this. Hey, Lando. What are you looking at?”

Lando had been staring at another table a few rows down the entire time. An intent look was on his face. “Those guys at the table. Three rows up from us.”

Manny and Stali looked. When they saw the soft, effeminate features of Christopher, Lenny, and Derek, they smiled. “Damn, they look good.” Manny said as he blindly reached for his sandwich and took a bite. “Fuckable too.”

Stali focused on Lenny. “I like the blonde.”

Lando smirked. “Figures. He looks your age.”

Manny looked at his brothers. “Maybe we should invite them over.” He said. At the same time, he stood up and made his way down the aisle. “Excuse me.” A deep voice said. Christopher and the gang looked up to see it was the ‘hunk of meat’ they had checked out in the auditorium. “Me and my brothers sit a few rows back. Care to sit with us?”

Derek jumped up with his tray. “Absolutely.”

Lenny, being the eager little horny boy he was, jumped up as well. “Yeah.”

Derek looked pointedly down at Christopher. His friend finally stood up and they all walked back to the other table. Manny sat next to Derek and Christopher on one side of the table, and Lenny sat next to Stali on the other. Lando kind of frowned at Manny choosing to sit next to the black haired kid. Especially since HE saw him first. Manny to the three newcomers. “I’m Emmanuel McGuire. Manny for short. That’s my brother, Orlando, and my little brother, Stali.”

“‘Little’ is an inoperative word.” Stali said as he smiled at Lenny. Lenny blushed.

Christopher spoke. “I’m Chris Collins, that’s Lenny Walsh over there, and this is Derek Reeves.”

“So what’s your real reason for being here, Orlando?” Derek asked, the guy’s name just rolled off his tongue. Lust filled eyes and a gorgeous smile soon followed, that left Lando with a warming sensation. Lando, just returned the smile.

“Well that’s easy.” Lando started. His voice was smooth and deep. “For the sex.” Lando licked his lips in the same slow, tantalizing motion he did in the auditorium.

Derek made a soft whimper before he knew it. Under the table, Christopher hit his thigh with his own. *Geez, he looks like he’s about to jump over the table.* Christopher thought. Derek bit his lip, still staring at Lando.

“How ‘bout you?” Lando asked.

“Same.”

Christopher rolled his eyes. “Bullshit.” He murmured under his breath. Manny smiled and looked at him.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because numb-nuts over here was pouting a few hours ago about coming to camp.”

“I did not.”

“Oh yes you did. You were on your hands and knees pleading to your parents not to send you here. Then, you pouted on the entire bus ride.”

Manny laughed, then leaned his shoulder in next to Derek’s. “Don’t worry. I’ll help make your time here.....memorable.” He winked, Derek raised an interested eyebrow, and Lando felt steam come out his ears. Manny knew that Lando had claimed Derek when he saw him. *That fucker.* Lando thought.

“Well,” Derek said. “I guess I’ll have to be sure I take you up on your kind.......offering.” Christopher rolled his eyes.

Stali finally took his eyes away from Lenny. They had been absorbed in a quiet conversation amongst themselves. “Say Derek, nice going with the advisor earlier. You had us all laughing at the way you acted with him.”

Lenny jumped in. “Oh, it wasn’t an act. Derek is a natural born asshole. Aren’t you, pal?”

Derek tossed up his middle finger. “Fuck you.”

“Maybe later.” They all laughed.

Manny spoke. “Are you guys from around here? Do you know of any good clubs or anything?”

Lenny shook his head. “No. We live about two hours away from here.”

“But we DO need to find some clubs around here.” Derek said. “I have a feeling that if I don’t get some fresh air from this place, I’m gonna.......”

“Become a hetero?” Lando said. “Join the club.”

“I’ll do some asking.” Manny said. His arm stretched out absentmindedly across the back of Derek’s chair. Atleast that’s how he wanted it to look to Derek. *Manny wants to play games.* Lando thought.

“Great. In the meantime,” Lando reached across the table and ran a finger over Derek’s hand. “I’d like for us to get to know each other better.”

“Me too.” Derek said.

Christopher noticed the, what looked like, “competition” between the two brothers. But it being just “brotherly” competition, he didn’t think no more about it. What he DID notice was Manny’s eyes on HIM.

“Hello? Chris?” Manny said.

“Huh?......What?” Christopher snapped out his little world.

“I said, could I get to know YOU better?”

Derek laughed. “You don’t want to do that. He’s married.”

“I am not.”

“You mind as well be. If requirements didn’t have you to leave your phone at home, you’d be calling Don right now.”

“Is Don the boyfriend?” Manny asked. Christopher nodded. “That’ll change.” He responded with a smug grin.

When lunch was over, the four counselors took the “deviant” campers on a tour of the campground. After a long three hour tour *sound familiar?*, the campers spent the rest of their time in their designated bunkhouses, getting acquainted with each other. Some more “acquainted” than others.

While some were in a deep sleep, others, like Lenny, and Derek, were awakened by sudden rustles of bed sheets. A young boy was in bed with the sheets up to his neck. But near his waist, was what appeared to be another warm body underneath, and that was where the noise was coming from. Quick, jerking motions and faint moans could be heard throughout the bunkhouse.

The moon shone through the window and put a spotlight on the two boys. Derek watched enthused by it all. “Dee?” Lenny whispered. “What are they doing over there?”

“Lenny, you may be a virgin, but you’re not completely pure. Take a wild guess as to what they’re doing.”

“I can’t believe they’re having sex in a gay camp.”

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh!” The wrapped up boy moaned.

“Shh.” Derek said to Lenny. “He’s coming.” The boy arched his back and with a whimper and deep shudder, climaxed, panting. The boy from under the sheets, moved out from the moonlight and started to walk up the aisle.

“He’s coming this way.” Lenny said.

The boy walked over to Derek’s bunk and kneeled down to him. Derek looked and saw Manny. Manny laid a firm hand over his covered crotch, then squeezed firmly. Derek let out a quiet gasp. “Did you enjoy the show?” Manny ran the tip of his tongue up his ear. “‘Cause you’re gonna be next.” He got up and walked back to his bunk. Lando watched his brother with raging eyes as he crawled into the bed next to him. Lando watched everything from his brother getting up, coaxing the mysterious boy to let him in his bed, walking to Derek’s bed, grabbing him and licking him, even the words he spoke to him. Manny was trying to take Derek from right under Lando’s nose. But he’d be damned if he’d let his brother fuck Derek before he did. Wasn’t gonna happen.


TBC.......R&R.