Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2012 15:31:03 -0600 From: s a Subject: Camp GREEN, Part 1 Warning: This story contains profanity and homosexuality. I am the sole creator of it. Please feel free to contact me at the above email. Camp GREEN, Part One By Jaden Glover I loved him. I loved him with all of my soul. I'll never forget him...and I'll never forget the way he tasted that night... I was eighteen and in my senior year. Back then, I was a tall, gangly nerd, who got along with everyone and flew under the radar. In fact, if it wasn't for my brains, I would have been completely insignificant in high school. Every year in my hometown, the sixth graders went to a weeklong camp on the east coast called Camp GREEN. I forget what the acronym stood for, but it had to do with nature awareness. Also, along with the sixth graders, eight seniors usually went with them as counselors. Originally, I wasn't supposed to go because my parents couldn't afford to send me. However, one of the primaries dropped out at the last minute, so a school official paid for my way. At dawn, I arrived at the middle school. There were two buses there, and kids were filing in them. Predictably, there was the cool kids' bus, which consisted of the popular boys and a few girls, who were probably future cheerleaders. The other bus had everyone else on it, to include us counselors. Needless to say, our bus was probably a lot quieter than the other one. I sat next to my best friend, Beth, who was a nerdy girl with metallic braces, big glasses, and ratty hair. We were in the middle of the bus, across from a pretty, spunky blonde named Emily. Emily was sitting next to Charles, also known by his nickname Chucky. With his big crescent eyes, huge ecstatic smile, and cute chubby cheeks, he looked like a cartoon chipmunk. He also had a light smattering of freckles and glistening, blondish brown hair, which formed a massive wave across his forehead. Furthermore, he had an average sized body and pale, smooth skin. He was also overly preppy in a striped polo, trendy khakis, and dress shoes. The stripes on his polo were powder blue, blanched almond, and floral white, which made his baby blue eyes stand out more. Soon I said something goofy to Beth, and Charles started beaming. At that moment, he looked so happy and adorable he made me melt. "What's your name?" I asked, smiling back at him. "Charles," he answered. His voice was so girly it caught me off guard. "Or Chucky," Emily joked next to him. Charles rolled his eyes, but continued to smile. "Old nickname," he muttered. "There's nothing wrong with Chucky." "Chucky as in Chuck E. Cheese," Emily explained. "Because I have big teeth," Charles added, trying not to smile too big. "Oh...at least it's not the doll," I said, somewhat cringing from my bad humor. He smirked and rolled his eyes again. He then looked back at me, and we both giggled. For the remainder of the trip, I mostly just talked to the three of them. Upon arriving at the camp, the teachers assigned us to your kids. Not surprisingly, Charles was in my group. On the bus, I sat near one of the teachers, so she probably saw how good our rapport was. Fortunately, most of my hometown boys were as respectful as Charles was. Brandon was the lone exception. He was a baby faced blond, who towered over the other kids and acted like a brat and bully. Ironically, our whole town knew his mom was a bull dyke, but I doubt anyone ever teased him over it. Unfortunately, though, I had also gotten two intercity kids, who had arrived with a small group. Compared to the town boys, they were from a different world. Of course, they weren't necessarily bad, but they were very rough. For the most part, they carried on like a couple of loud, crude comedians, which was the part I could take. The part I couldn't take, though, was their brutal defensiveness, which Brandon seemed to bring out. From the moment they saw his cocky face, they were on their guard. After the arrival briefing, we all went to our cabins to put away our things. Upon entering, Brandon threw his bag on the first bed he saw. "How did I get stuck with a bunch of faggots?" he asked out loud, to himself I assumed. "Who are you calling a faggot?" one of the city kids retorted. "Okay, guys, lets not start like this...," I began. "I'm no faggot!" the city kid asserted over me. That was the end of that, but I knew there would be more. That day, when I wasn't worrying about my troublemakers, I was thinking about Charles. It seemed like we were always glowing around each other, and couldn't stop looking and smiling at one another. There was also something I noticed when I peered into his eyes. It was something I never saw before, and haven't seen since. It was like a flicker of light, a touch of his soul. That evening, we ate dinner, had a group session, and headed back to our cabins. After the lights went out, the city kids continued to goof off, verbally and physically. The other kids were quiet at first, but then a few of them joined in after a while. I tried to get them all to shut up, but didn't have much luck. Just then, I remembered one of the teachers saying we could get him if we ever had any problems. He was a big, mean looking son of a bitch, so I figured they would be scared of him. Therefore, I gave them the ultimatum of either shutting up or letting him deal with them. Of course, it wasn't even ten seconds before the first asshole made a noise. Immediately, I left and got him. That did the trick because I didn't hear a peep out of them for the rest of the night. Overall, the next day was bearable. Without fail, though, my three assholes took up a lot of my time, but they were still manageable. Charles was as sweet and as adorable as ever. On that day, he started spiking his bangs up, like he was straight out of the 80s. However, it added some goofy charm to his preppy self. I couldn't tell for sure if he was gay. Certainly, he sounded and looked gay, but he was probably too young to understand any of that yet. At dinner, we were waiting for our food, and he was sitting across from me, like he usually was. Once again, I started beaming at him, and he smiled back. "Why you keep laughing at me?" he asked softly and sweetly. "Is it because I have big teeth?" I didn't know what to say, so I just kept smiling. Maybe I was reading into things too much, I thought to myself. That night, the kids mostly behaved themselves, and fell asleep at a reasonable time. That left me alone to my thoughts, since I couldn't sleep at first. Naturally, those thoughts turned towards the sexual. Back then, I was extremely affectionate, but I was also battling my inside demon, as my pastor and parents called it. After a while, I became so amused by that scare tactic I began referring to mine as Freddy, after the movie boogeyman, of course. I don't know what happened, or if it even happened, but I was convinced I had sex with a man when I was younger. Then again, maybe I had imagined it during one of the daily mind fuckings I got at home. Anyways, the only people I knew for sure I played with were two younger boys, who I just fondled and sucked a little. Honestly, even they seemed like distant memories at the time. The next day started out like the last. However, by that afternoon, things started to go downhill. Brandon and the city kids were rowdier than before, and some of the town kids, especially the poorer ones, were heading in that direction too. By this time, I figured some of the kids were getting too comfortable, while others were getting too homesick. Neither was a good thing. Sometimes, when the others argued with me, Charles would stick up for me. The city kids soon noticed and started referring to him as my "little boyfriend". Surprisingly, he didn't seem to care. Needless to say, Charles and I were becoming inseparable. He followed me around like a lovesick puppy, and even seemed to forget about Emily after a while. Furthermore, his gaze was becoming deeper and his smile brighter. He also wasn't afraid to show his grin anymore, and I saw the flicker in his eyes more often. Were we really falling in love, or was I just reading into it again? By that afternoon, it was getting warmer and brighter out, after two days of gloom. Like a goof ball, Charles put sunscreen all over himself. Soon I noticed a white smudge on his cheek, so I reached up and rubbed it in. My fingers lingered there for a few seconds, as his face lit up. That night, the boys behaved fairly well again. I don't know how late they stayed up because I passed out quick. In the middle of the night, I woke up with a raging, throbbing boner in my sweatpants. I was also wide awake and fully alert. Freddy was definitely stirring! I put my hand in my pants and felt a wet spot, as my mind wandered to fleeting but vivid images. I had watched a few pornos before, all straight, and I was envisioning the guys in them, especially the rare twinky ones. Soon I couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed outside. I then walked a ways into the woods and started beating off behind a tree. It was freezing cold, but I blocked that out of my head. After a few seconds, I heard a twig break, so I yanked up my pants and froze. I listened for more noises, but they never came. However, I was so freaked out by that time I returned to the cabin. After I entered, I noticed it was nippy from me leaving the door open earlier. Resultantly, I crawled in my sleeping bag, wrapped my hands in its liner, and waited for the room to get warmer. Then my dirty mind started racing again. Soon I was thinking about Charles. Before that night, I only felt love and affection for him, but that night, I was too horny to feel anything else. My mind wandered back to earlier when I was touching him, and I started imagining myself wiping cum off of him instead. Evidently, Freddy had stopped stirring, and was now on the prowl. Prodded by my unseen foe, I got up and went to Charles' bed, with my sleeves stretched over my hands. Reluctantly, I kneeled down beside his bed. Am I fucking crazy or what, I thought? "Hey, Charles," I whispered, "You awake?" He stirred and murmured, and I touched his shoulder. "You awake, little man?" He mumbled something, but I couldn't tell what. I looked down and scanned his sweater. It was one of those embarrassing sweaters that someone's grandma gives them for Christmas. Underneath it was a collared shirt. By that point, I was pretty sure he didn't own a T-shirt. Slowly and quietly, I unzipped his sleeping bag and peeked inside. Once the moonlight struck, I saw his gray, trendy sweatpants. Sticking slightly out of them was his underwear band. I could also see a sliver of skin above his pants, which was so pale it seemed to be glowing. In conjunction with being horny, I was also now growing restless. Forgetting my hands were cold, I reached over and touched his bare skin. He stirred and murmured again, as my fingers lingered on him. I looked at this face, and thought I saw a quick smirk. Soon my fingers glided across his stomach, which felt extremely silky. Also, he had just enough belly to make him feel a little doughy as well. Just then, his skin looked so yummy I leaned over and sniffed him. He smelled wonderfully clean and strangely sweet, like fruity bath wash. I sat up to observe him closer. My curiosity took over, and I pulled his pants down a few inches. His underwear was brightly white, and had a logo on the band I never saw before. I couldn't tell if they were regular briefs or boxer briefs. However, I didn't care because I was more interested in what was inside of them. Carefully, my fingers crept into his underwear. I couldn't believe what I was doing! At first, his skin felt like satin, but as I glided further down, it began to feel like velvet instead, which made me think I was getting close to his pubes. Just then, someone stirred in bed, and I froze for a few seconds. Then I realized his hand was on my wrist, as if guiding me. Once again, a bed started creaking and I yanked my hand out of his pants. I froze again, as the creaking grew louder. Fuck my life, I thought. I was almost too freaked out to do anything else, but I wanted to know one last thing. Quickly, I swept my hand over his sweatpants, and it was confirmed: Charles' little cock was hard. I darted back to my bed and lied there for what seemed like forever. I had never felt that excited in my life. Naturally, I reached down, pulled a sock from my bag, and spilled my huge load into it. It felt amazing! Finally, Freddy was satisfied, for now... To be continued...