The Canadian Connection - 3


French Canadian Trip: First week



My next trip to Canada the next summer came in July of that year, and was not as I had expected. The invitation came from a friend of Jack’s in Quebec. We had met and became friendly the year before. He was impressed that I had years of experience as a camp director, nudist, and scout leader. We exchanged a few letters and pictures during the year. At first, he mentioned that Scouting in Quebec was more European than in Ontario. When I replied that I didn’t understand, he replied that I should attend summer camp with him and his family. We then talked by phone as I wanted to clarify things. He suggested that I might want to attend alone as he knew that I didn’t speak French which was the language spoke at camp. Also, he mentioned that the French were much more family oriented than British Canadians. When I responded that I didn’t want to get involved in a culture dispute, he added that he had extended the invitation because he thought I would be more flexible having traveled in Europe and Asia. My curiosity peaked and I fell for his flattery. I agreed to spend a week at his camp.


That July, I flew to Montreal. I was met at the airport by Rene and his family. I had flown up early to become more acquainted with him and his family. Rene had two boys and a girl. The oldest boy was a young teen, thirteen years old named Zac. Then came a boy twelve named Filip. Then a girl, eleven named Gigi.


My education started much sooner than I expected. Shortly after dinner the first night, Rene  and I relaxed in the den with some brandy. He explained we would be going to camp in his RV pulling the family trailer. The trailer was small, so he thought I would be more comfortable staying in a leaders room. He also mentioned that this camp was a family camp which meant the entire family could attend. There would be activities for scouts only, but also family activities.


As we chatted, the children had retreated to their rooms. It never even occurred to me that there was anything strange about that. Not until his daughter walked in on us to ask about how long she would be allowed to stay up with me and the family. Gigi was not the type to miss anything. There was a special guest in the house. Special or not, she had my undivided attention. She wore nothing but a pair of white cotton panties. Her cute little body showed two cute little nubs that were just starting to grow and spread. And the panties didn’t hide much. I could easily see the ridges beneath them. There were distinct puffy little mounds that hid her girl parts, And she had a tiny waist that blossomed out into two very nice buns that made you want to see more. It was all I could do to quickly look her over without showing any perverted interest. I knew her father was watching me. Despite my attempts to look elsewhere, I was sure she knew better. She made sure to pose showing as much as possible.


We went to the living room to watch TV with the family. Zac and Filip were sitting on a sofa. Both were wearing only bikini briefs that looked more like speedos. It was obvious they weren’t shy in front of the family. They moved around laying back against the back of the sofa, their legs spread apart so the briefs slid up far enough to show what they had. They did look at me and their dad as if we were over dressed. They had no idea that I totally agreed, and wanted to do more than look. Regretfully, I had to leave formality up to their father.


Rene explained that they usually went nude at night when the family was alone. He asked if I was offended. I reminded him that I often joined a nudist family on camping trips. The family that had convinced me to disrobe had been a French family living in my neighborhood. I admitted I could not be a nudist as much as I would like, but my neighborhood would not allow that.I still liked to go nude whenever I could, and felt it was perfectly normal to be nude. Rene nodded that he understood.


As the evening grew late, Gigi was sent to shower. She came back with a towel around her waist, then surprised me by handing the towel to her mother who simply checked to be sure Gigi was dry. She then lay the towel aside. Gigi had no pubes showing. She was completely bare except for her hair. The boys paid her little attention. They had seen this scene many times before.



 Filip got up to take his shower. I stared at the bulge he was showing. It was still soft but I could see the little shaft pressing against the thin cotton briefs. I looked away relizing that I was feeling a slight rise and did not want to show more than I should. He returned about fifteen minutes later also nude. He was a gorgeous looking boy, just starting to show puberty. His dick had maybe reached three inches hanging slender and soft over a small but growing sac. No hair yet. There was not an ounce of fat, just a slender body with a thin waist that gave him a slightly feminine look. Once again, I had to watch myself.


Zac still lay stretched out on the sofa like teens do. He was hiding nothing. His briefs showed a soft four inch shaft that seemed to always be partially full. At times, his briefs would lift just enough around the balls to show that they were nice and plump. I could also make out a nest of pubes dark brown in color. Zac was already capable of enjoying sex. He had apparantly already had the talk with dad and understood that he would have erections and would want to play games, but had to be careful since games with girls could cause problems. Eventually Zac took his turn in the shower, but then went to his room, maybe a little more reserved because of his age. I had hoped he would return nude, but knew he seemed quieter than Filip. Zac seemed a little rebellious. Not unusual for a teen.


The next day, we packed the trailer and made final preparations to leave for camp. We also became more familiar with each other. I got rid of the uniforms, but we agreed to arrive at camp in uniform. That evening, we agreed to shower and remain nude. To get better acquainted with each other, I suggested we shower in pairs. Rene liked that. I joined Filip since he had asked if he could be my French interpreter while I was there. Rene asked if I would mind. Although the Canadians were required to take both French and English in school, many French Canadians still insisted on speaking French.


 Filip’s request worked out good for me from the start. We undressed and hit the shower together, but the idea of showering with this gorgeous boy without showing my pleasure was just too much. The shower was not that big. Touching and brushing up against each other was more than I could take. When Filip asked if I could wash his back, I did, but found myself with an unexpected huge problem that must have brushed against his buns although I tried to stay apart. Filip had backed into me, then turned to look when he felt my stiff pressed against the small of his back. Fortunately for me, it had caused Filip’s little dicklet to spring into action.


We stood there staring at each other’s stiff. After realizing we were thinking sex, we agreed that we should not mention this to the others. Although we had little time to discuss or act on our problem, we did take the opportunity to admire and even feel each other up. After my stiff went down, we got out of the shower to let the next couple in. I had no trouble remaining soft with the family. I wondered why I seemed to get uptight with Filip. I think I knew I had feelings for him, but didn’t want to do that. I was only to be here for a week. The nudist thing was a surprise that bothered me.


To break the ice at camp, I came up with another surprise. We had agreed to wear our scout uniforms to camp. Instead, I put on my Marine uniform to confuse them. Not so much. Zac was fascinated. He knew the uniform well, and thought it was a great idea. He had never been to camp with a “Stateside” Marine. Rene laughed, but I think he was impressed too. Marines were known in Canada as rough tough soldiers who never lost the battle.


The surprise worked. As I stepped out of the RV at camp, parents and camp leaders alike stopped to stare at the Marine officer they had never met. I was wearing the blue sea uniform with the gold stripe down the legs. And the six medals I had earned in combat. Every boy and parent in camp made sure to shake my hand and ask who I was. Rene informed me no one was going to question the background or integrity of a Marine. I was royally received at dinner by the whole group.


Filip stayed by my side once we arrived at camp. It was a good thing. No one spoke much English there although they understood it. Filip would tell me what they were saying. That solved the problem of them trying to speak English. When I spoke to them at dinner that first night, Rene repeated everything in French. They loved it. A foreign scout pro at camp was going to be fun.


The scouts at the camp stayed in a large cabin that housed some twenty four boys in double bunks on one side of the cabin. My room was at one end of the dorm. Since Filip was going to be my Aide, he proudly set up a bunk next to mine in the room. After dinner and a brief get acquainted program, the uniforms came off. It was hot. There was no air conditioner, so most boys and leaders wore tee shirts and shorts.


 My first shock was that girls and women at the camp used the same bathroom as the boys at camp. This wasn’t so bad as the families had their own trailers and cabins, so they also had their own bathrooms. Nudism at camp was optional, but common. These people saw no problem with male and female mixing in the nude. There was a swimming beach on the small lake where clothing was also optional. The showers at camp was used by boys except for a couple hours in the early evening when families could get a hot shower. Most of us waited until night.


That first day at camp had been a hectic one. I gladly joined in with the camp leaders who were trying to make their paper back camp program become a workable reality. With Filip at my side, I went from one activity to another. I would check to see if the right people were there; if the program material was there; if the boys were happy, etc. Word got out that I was trying to reach each program activity area to visit and to learn from the camp staff. I was well received at every place. It was hot, so I was not surprised that the boys uniform had dwindled to mostly shorts with an occasional tee shirt. French shorts are very short with open legs so seeing more than a few young dicks of various lengths and sizes was standard. When I caught the eye of a boy who had caught me lookinh, I just smiled and winked. Most simply returned the favor as if pleased that I had noticed them.


About mid-afternoon, the training activities suddenly gave way to “Swim Call”. Every one stopped whatever it was they were doing and heade for the lake swim area. There was a T shaped dock, marked off swim areas, and a floating wooden raft anchored offshore. But that was not what amazed me (or them) about the swim. Most families chose to go swimming nude. No big thing. It was what they did at camp. These were kids and families that knew each other. There were all kinds of nude bodies swiming, tanning, and running freely around the beach.


When I returned to my room to get a swim suit to join the crowd on the beach, it was Filip who asked why I was going to put on a swim suit that would make me look strange? He had taken off his clothes and was waiting for me. He took the swim from my hand and dropped it on my bed. I paused to stare at him. Filip knew I liked seeing boys nude. I had already sprung a semi stiff just watching him undress. He looked at it and smiled.


“Lots of guys like seeing nude bodies.” He teased. “That will go down soon enough. If it don’t we’ll stay in the water til it does.”


I followed my little buddy out to the beach. My towel covered my problem until we reached a spot near the water where we spread out the beach towels. Then we headed for the water to meet and play with Filip’s friends. My favorite stunt was letting kids climb up on my shoulders so they could dive off, then come scrambling back to do it again. I was standing in water deep enough to hide my erection which got worse seeing lots of nude bodies in and out of the warm water. A lot of the kids climbing up onto my shoulders either looked amused at me or giggled when ever they felt the stiff round shaft under the water. A few even paused long enough to get a feel of it. To them, it was humorous. Filip swam under water to see if he could see it. He could. He could also feel it, even hold on to it. And I’m sure a few of his friends knew he had touched it. It was just part of the game. You could climb up on my shoulders to dive off and maybe get a chance to touch my thingy. As long as I didn’t complain or get upset, it was just fun. Sex had nothing to do with it. This was something nudes do just for fun. A few of the giggling kids were girls.


By the time the swim was over, I was both amused and exhausted. I had been to nudist camps, but never had so much fun feeling up kids who were climbing on me. None seemed to mind that I would grab them by their buns and lift them up as they tried to get their feet over my shoulders. If one of them slid forward enough that I could get their little groin up close and maybe blow on it or accidentally get a quick lick, it was funny. They would quickly get up on my shoulders and dive into the water, then come back smiling and giggling hoping I would do that again.

I had to be careful not to get caught doing that, but not one kid objected.


 Before getting out of the water, I had wrapped my arms around Filip dropping one hand around his soft little shaft and rubbing it gently until it suddenly sprang up stiff. He giggled that I had made him stiff, but made no move to get away. Instead, he gave me a hug. After we got out, I told him I needed to take a leak. Filip nodded. There was a shady place just off the beach where kids went to pee. He needed to go too. We found a sheltered spot where we both giggled and crossed streams as we unloaded our bladder. Both of us paused long enough to stroke it a couple of times and smile at each other. A couple of his friends watched and smiled copying what we were doing. Filip confided the boys liked to play with it even though it was considered “naughty”. The kids often did naughty things. They did not do it with adults. They did not admit it to their parents, nor were they ever asked. Filip wanted me to know there things done at camp but not talked about in front of adults. These were naughty things that they knew about each other, but couldn’t tell their parents. I laughed, then told him that same rule applied to every summer camp.


I asked if he played with his thingy. He blushed, but told me he did - lots. I asked if I could hold his thingy, and maybe rub it for him. He blushed again, but nodded yes. As I felt his little stiffy and pulled the skin back exposing his small purple dick head, he reached out to feel mine.


“I know you were doing that to me in the water.”, he admitted. “I did it to you too- on purpose.”


Not wanting to get caught doing this, we headed back to my room to get some rest (and hopefully some privacy). There weren’t many people at the dorm. No sooner had I closed and latched the door than I held Filip to me and proceeded holding and rubbing his little dicklet. I led him to the bed and lifted him onto it where I could comfortably kiss his stomach, his nipples, and his neck. Finally, I worked my way down to his cute little stiff. I gave it a really good warm bath that sent Filip thrashing about as he got his first blow job and had his first real orgasm. He didn’t really understand what was happening, but he also didn’t care. He knew this was something he was going to do again. And again. He had played around with big brother, Zac, but just touchy, feely stuff. This was a whole lot different.   He had never felt stuff that caused his toes to curl or make him arch up trying to control a feeling that made funny feelings race up and down his spine. Filip was mine.


When the others started drifting back to the cabin, Filip and I decided to mingle and chat with the scouts. Filip was impressed that I had made such a big hit with parents and boys alike. The kids chatted about my tour of the activity areas and my attention to staff and boys as if what they were doing was both fun and special. They were also impressed that I had swam nude with them. The fact that I had touched them or let them touch me was noted, but not mentioned in front of the adults. It was a special bond between kids and a friend. All of them chatted with me through Filip. He was special because he was my friend. He sat next to me at the dinner table and at the camp fire.


When the time came for us to shower and prepare for bed, it was Filip who followed me to my room to get out of my shorts and ee shirt. The two of us paraded nude through the dorm where the other boys were also getting ready to bathe. Nude boys sat at tables in the rec room chatting and watching as I moved about pretending not to notice as my tool swung back and forth not stiff, but not entirely soft either. After all, I was practically in a dream where there were mostly boys of all stages openly looking at each other and at me. No one said much about it, but greeted each other and chatted about camp while observing all. Only a few boys appeared erect. They were teens. I would find out later that the boys could tell which ones were gay by the way they reacted to the others. Some gay boys would openly admit they liked boys. Those boys were still accepted, but were treated differently by the others privately. They were not treated badly, but were often invited on walks or private activities.


It was Filip who took my hand and led me to the showers as if telling me we needed to say good night to the others. There were a dozen boys in the showers with us, so although I had a difficult time staying soft because of all the skin to skin contact in tight quarters, no one seemed to notice or object. A friend of Filip’s commented to him that he had felt mine in the lake, and now had a look at it. A few boys giggled. I didn’t get it until Filip explained later that the boy had wanted to do more. He liked playing games with boys, but didn’t think he was gay. Some boys went through a phase of “boy games”. Many preferred older males who could teach them sex games.


That got me so excited I could no longer hide my excitement, so Filip (and a few friends giggled) at my obvious problem. How do you pretend not to notice a seven inch thick stiff dick? Every time I turned in the shower, there was a boy within touch. Not one did not pause to look at my prize. They were old enough to know what it was, and that it was big. These boys learned early what that tool was used for, and how that worked. They had also been told that teens and men with stiff tools sometimes needed sex games to relax again. Most would get a chance to learn what those sex games are. A few younger teens in the showers with us were already showing those instant hardons teens can’t hide. I must have looked both embarrassed and flushed because Filip again took my hand as I looked for a towel to cover up.


There was no chance that Filip was not going to tease an adult that didn’t know to ignore and accept their ways. He led me through the dorm where boys lay stretched out on double bunks. I don’t think he missed stopping at every bunk to chat with another boy. Most of the boys were covered with sheets from the waist down. A few were nude. Most slept that way by choice. Filip told the boys he knew best that it was hard for me to not get excited sometimes. Although he never mentioned it, he seemed to be advising his friends that I liked teaching boys about sex. None asked questions, but most smiled and looked to see. A few looked disappointed that I was covered. I didn’t understand what Filip was saying so I imagine I just looked confused.


I was more relaxed (and soft) by the time we had reached our room. Filip told me the adults thought it was great that I had said “Goodnight” to all before turning in. He had stopped to tell them I was tired. One man had sent a small bottle of fine French wine so I could enjoy a drink before turning in. I invited Filip to join me. He smiled and accepted. He used the glass sent with the bottle while I drank from the bottle. The wine was a sweet tasting wine and very smooth. Both of probably enjoyed more than we should have.


I was feeling really good. I was also no longer paying any attention to covering my shaft which by now was soft anyway. Filip had dropped his towel on his bunk. We were both sitting on the edge of my bunk. We were both completely nude. And I’m sure we were both feeling really good. Looking at Filip, I saw a terrific looking twelve year old with a hairless beautiful body. I sat the bottle on the bedside table, then took Filip’s glass and sat it there too. I think I started playing up to him by kissing his cheek, then his neck and shoulders slowly covering his chest and nipples. Filip was not objecting. He let me have my way, laying back on the bed as I covered more territory. Both of us soon had erections showing. Filip had latched the door as we came in. He was moaning as I lay on top of him gently massaging, licking, and kissing every part of him. I paused to lick and tickle his “inny” belly button before moving further down to play with his four inch thin shaft. His dicklet was only partially covered by his foreskin. His small glans was super sensitive. When I peeled it back and licked it, he moaned in pleasure pushing it up at me to get more. I moved from there to his ball sac which had just had already dropped and was growing. I could see he wasn’t shooting yet, but knew it wouldn’t be long. Filip was right at that phase when new feelings were overwhelming and intense.


I knew this was not the time to expect him to satisfy me. I didn’t know how much he knew about sex. I think I was hoping he didn’t know anything. I wanted to be the one who opened new doors for him. And the way he accepted and trusted me to show him things he hadn’t even dreamed of convinced me I was getting what I wanted. At some point I turned out the light. Filip and I cuddled together for the night. I’m sure I must have blew him several times that night. We woke up under a sheet. I had shot off at some point. Filip would admit later that he had done that. He wanted to see me do it. He had seen his brother Zac do it. He had also learned to do it to himself. He knew it would make me feel good. He wanted to do that for me. He somehow knew I would not hurt him, but knew I liked him a lot. He knew that I liked his body and wanted to play games with him. It was naughty, but he wanted to do it. Other adults had done things with boys secretly. He had heard other boys admit they played sex games with both other boys and adults. Older boys had done stuff, but not with him. This had been his time, thanks to me. He promised he would not tell any adults, but knew other boys in camp that wanted some secret time with me. The boys called it “fun games”. Fun games were sexy games played at camp between close friends. Sometimes the games were discussed and even practiced by boys who wanted more, but they were never mentioned to adults who would call them “nasty games”. Oddly enough, Filip’s claims would be confirmed by other boys his age. This wasn’t unusual for a nudist camp. Also odd was the rule that although adults discouraged sex games officially, they did nothing to punish boys involved. Most of the time, adults would consider sex games as boy curiosity. It would pass as they started dating girls. Most would admit to friends they had played sex games in their youth. It had not kept them from becoming parents.


I made a major mistake that morning when I awoke to a soft rap on the door to my room. Without thinking, I hopped up to open the door. It was Andre, Filip’s friend. Andre smiled, looking down because I had a major morning woody. Then he glanced at Filip, who was still sleeping - on my bed. His bunk had not been used. Andre wanted to wake us so we could get started for the day. He didn’t mention that Filip had slept with me, but his smiling eyes told me he had caught me off guard. He also immediately reached for his crotch to show me a five inch slender stiff and smiled when I watched him fondle it.


Motioning for Andre to step inside, I closed the door and latched it trying to think of how to explain Filip sleeping with me. It was going to be a real problem since Andre could understand English a little, but didn’t speak it. But then Andre knew that. He also knew that his talents were much in demand at the camp. Without any hesitation, he walked to the empty bunk, sat on the edge, and waited as I followed him. He opened wide when I presented him an early breakfast. His mouth encircled my rigid shaft. His tongue went to work on my glans, and he bobbed up and down on his seven inch gift. I smiled at him, then held the back of his head as he demonstrated his talents. It didn’t take long. I was soon spraying a load down a throat that had long before learned to swallow. Only when I pulled back did Andre let go. Before I could return the favor, he headed for the door, and pausing just long enough to give me a beautiful smile and a quick peck on the cheek, Andre was gone. I think both of us knew he wasn’t done. He just wanted me to know he would expect to see me later.


I woke Filip. We headed for the bathroom where I was treated to a terrific show of morning stiffs. Then we dressed for breakfast and the day’s activities. Filip didn’t mention the night time treat, but smiled to let me know not to worry. He did shy off for the day. That was probably to think about the naughty stuff we had done. Was he willing to do it again? That decision was in his mind now, and it was his choice to make.


Zac must have talked to Filip, and maybe Andre because he joined us at the swim that day. Teens didn’t climb up on shoulders to dive off. They were to grown up for that. But they could join in on tag and water wrestling. It wouldn’t be noticed so much if a teen got an instant erection if he remained in the water. He could also get by with an occasional accidental dick grab. Zac wanted to see if I would play. Not only did I get physical, but I responded to accidental grabs by returning the favor only to hold the grab long enough to get a good feel. If I could sneak up behind him, I would grab him around the waist and hold him close enough to slide my semi-hard shaft into his beefy buns. After a while, Zac allowed the invader to slide across his hole and rest in the crack a second before he would pull away. He knew what I wanted, but the group swim was not the time or the place.


When Filip and I took our shower that night with the group, no one was surprised that I was showing a little more wood than usual. Andre was beside me the whole time hoping for an invite to my room. Filip got an ear full from him. He told me that Andre knew he was going to “spend some time with me”. Filip wanted to know why. I teased that Andre was on the list of boys who liked me.


Shortly after we had gone to our own bunks, I turned out the lights knowing that Filip was still not sure he wanted to get involved with an adult. He knew he wouldn’t be the first, but boys didn’t chase men. Well, Andre did, but everybody knew about Andre.


About thirty minutes later, I woke to a warm body sliding into my bed. I didn’t move. I knew Filip had made up his mind. It wasn’t a matter of me accepting him. I already had. No. This was a matter of Filip wanting to continue what we had started, and letting me know he wanted to. He knew he had competition. Zac had let him know I liked playing sex games with boys. Andre had let him know he was going to come on to me. And Filip had loved what we did. The decision was made.


Filip slid under the covers. He found what he was after. It was stiff and ready. He held it and fondled it. The balls too. Finally, he licked the head of it. Not bad. He then began licking the head and took it in his mouth. I let him go at his own pace. Filip slowly took in more as he felt all right with it. He wasn’t being forced. He wanted to do this, but at his own pace. Finally, he took as much of the shaft as he could without choking on it, and slowly began bobbing on it. I quietly let him know when I was about to blow. He chose not to back off. Once I shot off, he had to swallow rapidly because it kept coming. He did it well. Then he slid up to hug me. Once again, we spent the night side by side. Filip had played with his brother, Zac, and had let Andre show him how to enjoy boy sex, but had not had sex with an adult. He had decided to try it, but was reluctant to include a guest. I would be leaving soon.


He had reason to be concerned. We became a lot more than friends. And others became aware that Filip and I were a pair. A few nights after we started playing games like “sixty-nine”, I introduced him to the ultimate game. After our usual head to toe mutual kiss, lick, and suck game, I rolled Filip on his back and raised his legs with the thighs spread wide. I used plenty of K-Y to loosen him up. His hole was open. He was ready. He had never allowed any one inside his hole, but he knew thats what I was after. He was nervous. He had reason to be. The long seven inch monster sliding up and down his crack was going to hurt, but he was going to let me try. He knew I would stop if he asked. I had told him it would hurt, especially when I first pushed in. I wanted to be his first, and I knew I could make him like it once I was inside him.


When he was ready, I slid the ram rod to the entrance and held it firmly against it telling him to push back at me when I slid it in. That would cause him to relax the muscles that clamped him closed, and would help allow me to enter. The first time didn’t work. His butt was telling him “NO WAY!”. We tried it again. This time, the butt still tried to stop this thing that was trying to go in instead of out, but had relaxed just for a second when the ram was pressing hard at the entrance. The door had opened just long enough for the stranger to get a hold. The head of it had popped inside. The hole was open. His attempts to push it back out failed. Every time the hole squeezed tight, Filip would force it to relax again. By the time it had regained it’s composure, the monster had eased another inch inside. It was winning the battle. As the shaft entered, the stretching pain eased up enough that Filip could relax more. And soon he felt a strange feeling of pleasure coming from somewhere inside him. The monster was touching something that sent really great feelings up and down his spine. Instead of trying to push it out, he began pushing against it to get the feeling again. His butt was now feeling less pain. The resistance was giving way to the strange feeling of acceptance.


To his surprise, there was a new feeling. He liked knowing I was inside him. The pain was disappearing, and was replaced by a strange feeling of pride that he was pleasing me. He wanted this. He felt even more pleased when he felt my balls pressed firmly against his buns. I whispered to him that I was in. We rested a moment to allow him to adjust to the feeling of fullness and control this monster had over him. Then I began a slow humping as I moved around inside him. He was relaxing more now that he knew he could handle the long thick shaft deep inside him. He loosened up his grip on the pillow he had been hugging. We were spending more time cuddling and making out as both of us relaxed. I became more serious and began humping him in rhythm. Soon, I was feeling the balls drawing up tight. It would soon be time to unload. Filip knew also that it wouldn’t be long. When I started thrusting in hard and fast, he had relaxed and had accepted me. His erection had returned and soon he had his own orgasm followed closely by mine. After resting, we parted. Filip was sore, but he knew he would do this again. He wanted to.


There was no way Filip could hide the fact that he was a little sore back there the next day. Zac was amused. He asked me if I knew why Filip was walking funny. I smiled, but told him Filip needed to answer that question. Andre told me he had wanted to be the one that was first. I teased that he might be the second one. And there were several other boys that knew or suspected Filip had made the ultimate move. Anal sex was more than just a sex game. It was something most boys were afraid of, but they accepted that Filip and I were very close. None of them said a word to any adults. This was still a secret thing not to be shared.


No one was surprised when I offered to stay another week at the camp. Rene was very pleased that I wanted to stay. None of the parents objected. And the boys liked the idea. I knew somehow that I had been accepted into their group as a special guest who wanted to play. Their attitude was amazing, but I had no idea what was coming the second week of camp. I would soon find out.