Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 09:05:09 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - 07 Camp Clover For Boys By chipster071053@yahoo.com NOTICE: All of the usual legal stuff applies to this story. It's all been written on the other six chapters, so from here on, you have been warned. Many thanks to those who have taken the time to write with comments and suggestions. I'd like to hear from anyone with ideas on where the story can go or what the kids should learn at camp. (Looking for t/t, t/m/m, t/m/f, m/F and m/M ideas.) Our story continues... Chapter 7 - Off To Camp The days following Timmy's parents' party flew by in a confused blur. The only time Timmy saw Tom during that time was to go to a movie together, but they never had a chance to be alone in private. Both of their parents kept the boys busy with yard work and other chores. Timmy looked through the other tapes in his sister's room, but didn't find anything like the one he had watched the night of the party. He put that tape back in its place in her drawer, hoping that she wouldn't notice that it had been moved. He had a lot of time to think about what he had seen, both on the tape and in his parents' bedroom. He still had a hard time believing that his parents were into group sex, especially sex that involved teenagers. And what about his sister? He had seen her on the tape, naked, and fucking a boy with both of their parents beside her. Did she ever have sex with her mother? Her father? What about ever with him? He couldn't get these thoughts out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to block them out. And now he was going to spend two weeks at a summer camp where he only knew one guy, and had seen a videotape of another getting jerked off. Finally the day arrived that he would be going to camp. His parents were also going to start their retreat the same afternoon. His Mom helped him pack a footlocker with everything he was supposed to bring and his Dad helped him carry it out to the car. Then he helped load his parents' things. Each of them packed one suitcase and a common bag with toiletries and a few other things. He thought it was odd that they were packing so lightly for a two-week trip, but decided they would probably be doing laundry wherever they were going. The car trip took about ninety minutes. During the drive, he found out that Camp Clover for Boys was part of a larger resort complex that also housed Camp Blossom For Girls, where his sister was a counselor, and the Shamrock Lodge, where his parents would be going for their retreat. All three were located on a large lake, and although they were not in sight of each other, they were not far apart. The three shared a common stable, rifle and archery ranges, hiking trails and a large boat dock. Each of the three also had a separate, private swimming area and small boat dock for canoes and paddle boats. When they arrived at Camp Clover, Timmy got out and started to unload his footlocker from the back of the car. An older boy approached from behind him and spoke. "Can I give you a hand with that, Timmy?" asked the boy. Timmy turned and stared into the face of one of the boys he had seen at his parents' party. The one his Dad had given a blowjob. "Hi, I'm Roger. I'm one of your camp counselors. If you want me to, I'll help you carry that trunk over to your bunkhouse." Timmy had a hard time trying to hide his surprise. "How did you know my name?" he asked. "I figured it was you when I saw your parents," he answered. "I met them last year while they were on their retreat." He reached down and grabbed a handle. "Come on, we've got to get you moved in." "So you've finally met Timmy," said Don as he approached the two boys. "I think you two are going to get along very well this summer." Sara joined them. "Good to see you again, Roger. Please make sure you take good care of Timmy, and if you need anything we'll be over at the main lodge. You know how to find us, don't you?" "Yes, ma'am, I sure do. I'm looking forward to seeing you both again next week at the big party. And I'll make sure Timmy here is in good hands while he's here. I'm not going to be his cabin monitor, but I'll be in the bunkhouse with him. I think Jake is going to be in with him." "Great," said Sara. "I won't have to worry about him getting into trouble. Jake will know how to keep him in line." And she chuckled, winking at Jake. The bunkhouse was actually a large building, surrounded by trees and mostly hidden behind large shrubs that grew along the sides of the building. There were long, narrow rows of windows located along the top of the building, but no windows at eye level that Timmy could see. The front door opened into a hallway that lead off to both the left and right, and was lined with curtained doorways, which Timmy learned were shower stalls. Roger turned left and lead Tommy to a room at the end of the hall. Inside, Timmy was surprised to find four double beds, rather than the bunks or cots he had expected. Roger showed him where he could store his footlocker and pointed to a closet located between two of the beds. "Here's where you can store your gear. You can put the footlocker under the bed, but make sure you leave room for your bedmate's trunk, too," said Roger. "What do you mean, bedmate?" asked Timmy. "You'll be sharing the bed with one of the other campers. There are seven others in here with you, and there are three other rooms just like this one at each of the corners of the bunkhouse," replied Roger. "In between the two rooms on this side, there's a room where a two of the counselors will be sleeping," pointing to a doorway on the side wall. "Jake will be in here in a little while to explain the rest of the rules. In the mean time, you're welcome to come outside and look around until everyone else gets here." "And it will be a pleasure to show you the ropes," said Jake as he entered the room. "Hi, Timmy! I just saw your folks and they said you were going to be in here. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you." Timmy would have dropped his jaw to the floor if he could have. The teenager standing in front of him was the same one he had watched fuck his sister on the tape and Don's mother at the party. The look of recognition went unnoticed by the counselors. "Your friend Tom is already here. He's going to be in the far corner room from here. You'll get to meet everyone else in here at the bunkhouse orientation in a couple of hours, then everyone else at dinner tonight," Jake informed him. "Why don't we go out and I'll show you part of the camp while everyone else arrives>" Timmy didn't know what to say, so he just followed Jake as he turned and left the room. They went back out to the front of the bunkhouse and Jake gestured toward a clump of trees off to the left. "Over there is the mess hall and camp store. The pathway to the left goes down to the lake, the one to the right goes over to the ranges and the stables." "Where?" asked Timmy. "All I see are trees!" "Everything blends into nature here. When someone comes into the camp, they see the woods, not the cabins. It makes the camp more private, kind of hidden away," replied Jake. Jake took him into the mess hall, which looked more like a recreation room with no tables set up. There was a basketball court painted on the floor and shuffleboard lanes down either side. There were what looked like four classrooms down both sides of the room, and windows along the far wall that looked like the ones on the serving line at his school cafeteria. The kitchen was on the other side of the wall. "This is where we'll have our meals, and some of the recreation time will be spent in here. We'll have some classes here, too, and smaller sessions in the other rooms," explained the teen. "Through that door is the camp store, and you can go there after meals and in the early evening. They have all kinds of stuff in there and you just charge it to your account. Your parents will pay for it later." They passed through the doorway into the camp store, which looked more like a small convenience store, well stocked with soda, candy and snacks along with a shelf that was covered with a drop cloth. Timmy didn't get a chance to ask what was under the cloth, because Jake took him out the front door and back into the parking area where his parents had dropped him off. There he saw several other cars being unloaded and boys about his age saying goodbye to parents. There were five or six other older teen boys wearing the same green t-shirt that Jake had on and they were helping get gear to the bunkhouse. It suddenly dawned on Timmy that if each room held four beds, each with two sleepers, and there were four rooms, that meant there were only 32 boys in the camp. "Jake, is this the only bunkhouse?" asked a puzzled Timmy. "Yes, it is. There is another small lodge behind the bunkhouse where some of the other counselors sleep, but the camp only allows a small number at each session," Jake told him. "There are four boys per counselor, with one supervising each room and four more living in the lodge with the adults. You'll meet all of them at dinner tonight, I think." One of the other boys yelled over to Jake, and he told Timmy to head back to the bunkhouse while he went off to help with the other boys. When he got back to the bunkhouse, he wanted to investigate the curtained doorways along the wall, but just them Nathan popped his head out from their bedroom. "Hi, Timmy! Remember me? Nathan! We met at Dr. Burmeister's office!" "Hello! I guess we're going to be roommates, then," said Timmy. "Better than that! We're going to be bedmates!" said the excited Nathan. "Want some help getting unpacked? We're supposed to put our stuff away before dinner." Tommy entered the room and found several other boys already unloading footlockers into the closets. Nathan took it upon himself to start the introductions. "This is Jim, Larry, Darren, Andy and Miguel. Everybody, this is Timmy." The collective group said hello and all of them shook Timmy's hand. He was surprised at the good looks the boys all had. Jim was short, well tanned and had a bit of upper body development that made his pecks stand out. Larry was about Timmy's size with sandy blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Darren was tall and lean with light brown hair and a few freckles. Andy was a redhead, about 5' 10" with a baby face. Miguel showed his Latin American decent with dark, curly hair and a deep tan. That made seven in the room, with one unaccounted for. As the boys visited, Jake and Roger came back into the room and told the boys that they would be going to dinner in about 15 minutes. As they left the room, the missing boy showed up at the door. "Hi everybody, I'm Aaron," said the newcomer. "I just got here. Who do I get for a bunkmate?" Darren said, "Looks like you'll be sleeping with me over here, Aaron." Nathan jumped in to again introduce everyone. He seemed to have appointed himself the room's social director, not that anybody else seemed to mind. It helped break the ice. Nathan seemed to know everyone else in the room, but Timmy got the feeling that none of the other boys really knew him. "Time for dinner, everyone," said Jake. "Timmy, you know where the mess room is, so lead the way. You guys will be eating at Table 4 tonight." Timmy led the boys to the mess hall and found their table. The room was filled with other boys and he saw Roger on the other side of the room and waved to him. Roger was in the middle of a conversation with one of the boys at his table, but he returned the wave. Timmy also noticed a table of adults in one corner of the room. He recognized one as Nathan's mother, Susan, and one of the others was Dr. Burmeister. He did not know the other two. When their table was called, they went to the serving window where food trays were waiting for them. The first night's meal consisted of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, a couple of peach slices and a desert along with a cup of Kool-Aid. The food was much better than anything he had ever had at school, and he hoped all the meals would be this good. After dinner, Susan stood up, and thumped her spoon on the table to get the campers' attention. "Good evening, boys. I am Susan, and I'll be supervising the mess hall and camp store," she said. "You've all met Dr. Burmeister when you had your physical examinations. This gentleman is my husband Eric, who is your camp director and the person on the far end is Jack, who is your activities director. You'll meet the other staff members in the morning. "I know it's early in the evening, but you're going to have a busy day tomorrow getting to know your fellow campers. Right now, you'll be going back to your rooms at the bunkhouse for orientation and we'll all get to bed early. Now please take your trays to the window as your table is being called, and head back to the bunkhouse. And have a good night!" As the boys filed back into the bunkhouse, Timmy waited for Tom. "What do you make of all of this, Tom?" he asked his friend. "I don't know, but I think it's kind of strange. I've never seen a camp before where you had to share a bed with someone else. And they're not telling us a whole lot about what we're going to be doing for the next two weeks, are they?" said Tom. "I think going to bed early sucks! Shouldn't we be having some kind of a campfire or something?" Timmy said. "I don't know if I'm going to like this!" Just then, Jake showed up and told the boys to get inside. "That's HIM!" said Tom. "What's he doing here?" "I don't know. I'm as surprised as you are," said Timmy as he went through the door. Back in the room, the boys all sat on their beds as Roger and Jake explained the rules of the cabin. They were all pretty straightforward and what the boys expected, except for the shower rule. They were expected to take four showers a day. One in the morning before breakfast, one before the noon and evening meals, and one before bed. They were also told that each boy would get a clean camp uniform after each shower, starting that evening. The boys snickered when they were told that underwear was optional, but that if they wore it, they should change each time they showered. Laundry baskets were located just outside of each room, and their underwear and other clothing would be washed and returned to them each morning. The boys looked at each other, slightly puzzled by what they had been told. It sounded to them like the camp was being run by a bunch of clean freaks. "Now," said Jake, "everyone needs to get a shower. The first four curtained doors down the hallway are yours. You'll pair off two to a shower stall. Inside you'll find soap, shampoo and washcloths, and there will be a towel hanging outside the door for each of you. You have to strip down in here and leave your clothes in the hamper as you go out of the room. Now let's get to it, OK, guys?" With that, Jake began to strip down, pulling off his shirt, then his shorts, revealing that he was not wearing underwear. He stood at the door as each of the boys slowly, hesitantly stripped, then he shepherded them into the shower stalls, pairing them off as he went. Jake pulled the curtain on the first stall back and motioned for Timmy and Nathan to enter together. The stall itself had showerheads and water controls on either side, and the back wall was a floor to ceiling mirror. The two boys turned their backs to each other and began to wash themselves under the water streams. After a couple of minutes, the recessed floodlight above them suddenly dimmed sharply, and there was light coming from the mirror. "Oh MY GOD!" Timmy heard Nathan utter. As he turned toward the light, he realized that he was looking through a two-way mirror into a large tiled room, with mirrors along the far wall. There were two posts with showerheads in the middle of the room and surrounding them were naked people. Men with boys, women with boys, boys with boys, girls with boys. At least 10 people, maybe more, all of them were having sex in one form or another. (more to come) If you like the story, or don't like it, or have suggestions, please let me know. Write to me at chipster071053@yahoo.com.