Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 00:11:04 -0800 (PST)
From: bernie <berniebop69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Job Interview

I don't remember how I learned about the website, but
it listed summer jobs all over the state.  The ads
read: Summer Interns, or Summer Help Needed, or some
other catchy line.  But all through the month of May I
visited the site to find a descent job within biking
distance.  I had to save enough for a car, at least a
running junker would be good enough.  I had just 8
more months until I got my license.  I'd be the first
kid in my group with a car.  How cool is that!

Finally an ad caught my eye, it wasn't close by, but
it read: Summer Camp Staff Openings.  I loved camping,
well at least I did before my dad left.  We had gone
out nearly ever weekend the summer I was twelve.  The
ad read- Summer Camp Staff Openings: 12 camp staff
openings for energetic young men with experience
camping and cooking, free room and board, $500 each
session (2 weeks), call Hank at 673-873-6253.  It
seemed simple enough.  But most places require 16 year
old.  But I knew I had to call.

I ran down to the kitchen.  Dialing as my mom walked
through the door, I stepped further into the kitchen
for some privacy.  Mom wouldn't be too keen on me
leaving for the summer.  A woman answered and knew I
was calling about the job before I said a word.  Must
be the only work they got going, hiring their staff I
mean.  I asked if there was an age requirement, and
she said 14 with parent permission or 16 without it.
I smiled and asked what I had to do.  She asked some
questions about me, about camping, my experiences, and
my reason for wanting to work at a camp.  I wasn't
ready for the last one, so I just said I liked to cam
and thought it would be great to work at a camp.  That
was good enough for her.  She gave me a date to come
out and visit and meet her and Hank.  I assumed that
they were married.  Seemed proper a family could run a
camp.  I thanked her and said I'd be there.

The visit was in two weeks, just a week before school
ended.  I had to be there at 8 a.m.  That would be an
early ride out.  I didn't care, it was great to have a
job interview, and it seemed like it was gonna work
out fine.

The two weeks passed pretty fast.  Friday night before
I had to go out to the camp I got a call.  It was
Hank.  He called to introduce himself and ask if I
needed a ride out there.  His wife must have told him
my mom worked weekends and I didn't have a dad.  Well,
not one that was around anyway.  I tole Hank I planned
to ride my bike out there, but he insisted he pick me
up.  It would have been over an hour to bike out
there, so I agreed and thanked him.  He said it wasn't
a problem and that he was gonna be picking up a few
other too.  He said they had enough guys call in for
the job that they would be doing another interview and
a couple outdoor skill tests.  That made me nervous.
He said to bring swim trunks and a towel.  That made
sense, I remember swimming a lot when I used to go
camping.  I can swim like a fish, so that wasn't a
problem at all.

In the morning, I heard a car horn honk 15 minutes
after my mom drove off to work.  I ran out the door
with my trunks and towel in hand.  Hank drove a big
red van.  There were 5 other guys, all about my age,
in the van already.  When I got in he said there were
two more pickups to make and we'd be heading to the
camp.  The other guys looked about my size.  It sucked
that not all of us would be able to get the jobs.  I
wondered how many there would be out there today.  We
all sat quietly for a bit.  No one seemed to be
talking.  I ask Hank some questions about the camp.  I
can't stand quiet like that.  I had to say something.
Hank started telling us about the camp.  Cabins for
staff, tents for campers, a big meeting hall.  He said
there were 10 permanent staffers in the summer.  Some
volunteers taught special classes, and 12 helpers to
hire.  That led me to ask how many would be there
today.  He said 24.  Yikes, half were gonna get cut.
That really sucked.

Hank pulled up to the next house.  He honked, but no
one came out.  He put the van in park and went up to
the house.  No one answered.  Hank turned around and
drove off.  I guess we're down to 23 already.  Maybe a
good thing?

After the last pickup, 7 in all now, Hank started
telling us about what we could expect for the day.
Swim test, knot tying, and wood cutting.  Then an
interview with some of the permanent staffers.  I
should have join boy scouts after all.

We got out to the camp and sure enough 23 guys, all
about my height and build, between 4-8 and 5 foot,
skinny, some pimply, some not.  Hank gave the intro.
He was a tall, skinny guy with very tanned skin.  He
was wearing a tank top, swimsuit and flip-flops.  He
told us all to hit the changing rooms and get into our
swimsuits.  He said to meet done at the dock in 15
minutes.  We rushed down to the changing house.  It
was more of a shack ready to fall over.  There were
baskets lined up on shelves, benches on each side,
some floats and life preservers hanging on the walls.


I sat down and pulled off my shoes, tossed them into a
basket and pulled my jeans off.  I realized it was
pretty cool still.  Early June and only 8:30.  I
pulled on my suit and grabbed my towel.  I sat there a
minute and noticed the guy we picked up last on the
way to the camp.  He could have been a cousin or even
my brother he looked so much like me.  I don't know
why I didn't notice before.  He even had the same swim
suit I had on.  Weird.  His hair was definitely longer
than mine though.  He was slow to change.  He sat
across the shack from me.  His shorts were sticking
out a bit like his wiener may have been a bit hard.
Not a boner or anything, but definitely firming up.
He pushed his cock down and re-tucked it quickly and
scurried out of the shack.  I followed.  I hope he
didn't notice me checking him out.  I was really
checking him out, just seeing a lot of myself, like
looking in a mirror.

At the dock, Hank had taken off his tank top and was
yelling to us to drive in and swim to a raft floating
out a ways, swim around it and come back to the dock.
Seemed easy enough, until, well when I hit the water
my chest tightened it was SO cold.  I swam as hard as
I could to try to warm up.  23 boys swam their hearts
out to get them pumping.  One guy stopped and headed
back pretty quickly.  I didn't look back long.  I
swam hard but felt like my arks were moving ice cubes.
 I made progress trying to stay away from the other
swimmers.  I made the turn and headed back.  I wanted
to be in my warm towel as soon as I could.  I passed the
last swimmer heading for the raft.  I wasn't in the
lead or anything, but I was definitely in the front of
most of the guys.  We still didn't really know what
would make one guy et the job and the others not.  I
had to do my best at everything.  I go the dock and
hoisted out.  I ran for my towel.  My skin was stiff,
but not my Willie.  That was inside me trying to stay
warm or at least not frozen.  My skin was red from the
icy water.  I saw the kid who turned back walking up
to the dining house.  Man, did that mean he is on his
way home already?

In the shack I peeled my frozen swimsuit off.  I dick
was truly hiding inside me.  All that was there was my
mushroom head, about 1/2 inch peeking out.  My shaft
was gone.  It made me giggle.  I looked up to see my
twin across from me again.  He was looking down at his
dick head as well.  He looked right at me then
giggled, looked down again and then wrapped his towel
around himself.  I did the same.  This time we
connected.  That was cool.  I dried off and got
dressed again.  We had to head up to the dining hall
next.

On the way to the dining hall, I asked my twin, "Hey,
how was the swim?"

"Iceberg," was all he said.

"Yeah, I thought so."

Then he surprised me and asked, "Since we look like we
should be brothers, what's your name?"

"Jeremy, I was thinking the same thing."

"Jackson, and last I knew I didn't have a twin, but
you never know.  Sounds like Parent Trap, eh?"

"Yeah, but I don't fence?"

"What?"

"In Parent Trap they met when they were fencing, you
know, like sword fighting."

"Oh that's right."

We arrived at the dining hall.  The next event was
knot tying.  This event wasn't a test this time,
instead it was a class.  Some of the permanent
staffers came in and broke up into groups.  Jackson
and I stuck together.  The staffer introduced himself
and asked us our names.  After Jackson and I said our
names, the staffer, Barry, asked if we were identical
twins or not.  Jackson spoke up and said we weren't
even brothers.  Barry looked shocked.  He simply said,
"wow."  Then he proceeded to show us a few knots and
asked us to try them.  He said he would come around
and help us if we needed it.  I wasn't doing so hot on
these knots.  My dad had done most of that when we
camped.  Jackson was doing great.  Barry came over and
stood behind me to help me through them.  He stood so
close his chest was against my back.  I even felt his
groin bump my rear a few times.  The longer he helped
me, the more he bumped me.  My Willie wasn't hiding in
me anymore.  I was about to be sporting a boner if I
didn't get these knots right.  Barry seemed to be
getting a bit puffy back there as well.  I finished a
sheep shank and Barry moved to the next guy.  Good
thing, I thought I was about to get my butt drilled or
something.  This day was getting more and more
interesting.  My cock softened back down and we
finished up the knots.  I wondered how these knot
classes fit into the choice of camp helpers.

Anyway, the next event was something about ax safety
or something.  I thought it was gonna be another
class.  When Hank addressed us again, he said we would
each get an ax, sharpen it, then go out and get fire
wood to get a camp fire set up and started once all
the interviewees were back from getting wood.  This
seemed easy enough.  But after the freezing swim test,
I wondered if it was gonna be that easy.

We head out to get the axes from the barn where Hank
said they would be.  Sure enough, there were 24 axes,
two now without a user.  The problem was that there
were only 4 stones t sharpen the axes.  I decided to
just head out after checking the ax head.  It seemed
plenty sharp to break dead wood to start my camp fire.
 Several guys lined up to sharpen their axes.  Only
about five of us head out without sharpening the axes.
 As I head into the woods I saw Jackson again.

"Yours sharp enough already too?"

"Yeah, just need to break dead wood anyway," I said.

"Do you think we are gonna get in trouble for not
listening to what Hank said?"

"Oh man, that's right, he did say to sharpen them
before heading out."

"You think we should go back?"

"I don't know, I mean, we are just starting fires
right?  And we only need kindle wood for that."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Jackson replied.

"You're pretty good at them knots earlier."

"Used to be a boy scout."

"Used to be..."

"It was gay, I couldn't stand it anymore, but at least
I learned them knots."

I hate it when people use that word: gay.  I mean what
is it supposed to mean?  Were the guys in scouts gay?
Or did he mean that scouting was stupid or something
like that?  Shit, if the scouts were gay, then at
least it was interesting.  Imagine a tentful of boys,
and all gay.  Damn, makes me horny thinking about it.

I said, "well at least you learned to them knots."

We found some good trees that must have been felled in
a storm.  The bases were blasted and the thin branches
were dry and brittle.  We didn't even need the axes to
break them off.  We dragged large branches back to the
camp area.  We were the first ones back.  We never
swung the ax once out there.  We put the axes away and
went back to the pits.  We both made a tepee-styled
stack to get the fire started.  I wish I had some
paper to help it along.  There were a few birch trees
in the site and I got some of the peelings to place in
the tepee pile.  Jackson did the same.

We were completely done before most of the guys came
back.  One guy swung his ax up high and smacked it
into the ground.  I remembered my dad saying to never
do that, it would dull the blade and could hit a rock
and chip the metal.  Sure enough one of the permanent
staff went right up to him and told him to head to the
dining hall.  And now there was 21.

Hank came out and handed each boy 2 matches and said
that is all we would get.  Jackson and I each lit up
and the birch bark peelings took off like Sterno.  The
wood caught quickly.  One match each and we were done.
Several guys were having trouble, but several were
blowing away and getting there fires going.  It didn't
seem like a lot of guys used the birch peelings like
Jackson and I.  Some had a bunch of leaves in there.
Some were trying to light the wood by itself.  I think
some had wet wood too.  After a while several guys
were out of matches.  Jackson and I still held our
spares, and with our fires now blazing, felt bad for
the guys without even an ember.  I went up to Barry
and asked if I could give my second match to another
guy, he said sure.  Jackson did the same.  We each gave
our spare to the guy closest to us without a fire
going.  I hoped this act of kindness wouldn't take
away a chance of getting a job.  What if the guy got
the fire going after all.  Anyway, it didn't matter, I
got mine going so quickly, it had to count for
something.

Six guys didn't get there fires going.  But no one was
sent to the dining hall.  In fact, we were told to
rejoin our groups we had for the rope tying class.  We
were missing one guy.  Mr. Chop the Ground.

We headed down to one of the cabins.  Hank had said
that a staff member would be down in a little while to
interview us one at a time.  Jackson and I led the way
to our designated cabin.  When we got down there I had
to piss.  The cabin had a great big sink looking thing
that was the urinal.  It was like pissing in a big
sink.  I wasn't the only pisser though, every one of
us lined up together to piss,  pissing in synch.  It
was funny actually.  We all walked up, like a
formation, and unzipped in unison.  And pissed in
unison.  I was in the middle of the group of 5.  2 on
each side.  We all had about two inches of penis
sticking out our jeans.  some pissed yellow, some
clear.  I looked left and right and we even shook in
unison.  I noticed a guy on the end begin to grow
rapidly, then he tucked in first.  Funny, I noticed my
cock nearly jump in my hand and I tucked quickly as
well.

After our choreographed piss, we went into the little
den area, it had couches and a radio.  One guy flicked
it on and we were listening to some kind of talk show.
 He clicked it off and silence filled the room.
Another guy asked to no one specifically, "how come
none of us seem to know each other but we all live
within an hour of each other?"

"Yeah, that's weird," another guy said.

I spoke up, "I've seen a couple guys in another group
at soccer games."

With that a bunch of conversations started about
soccer, other sports, math team.  Seems some guys knew
each other from different things after all.

A knock on the door frame ended the chatter.  A
different staffer came in.  Introduced himself as Sal
and chose the first interviewee.  A red headed guy
left the room with Sal and the chatter resumed.   We
talked about our schools, friends, sports, families.
I found out that Jackson goes to a different school
than me.  I figured that, cause otherwise I would have
definitely met him since he and I were so much alike.
I wouldn't have missed him I am sure.

Sal came back and chose the next guy.  A dark haired,
kinda cute, guy.  He was the one on the end with the
growing dick.  I chuckled as he walked out, but no one
noticed.

With just three of us left, we continued to talk about
what it would be like to be at the camp for the
summer.  It was real nice, cabins, pond, big dining
hall.  We talked about bad camp food. Mosquitoes,
fishing.  Funny, the topics of girls never came up
once.  That was truly weird with a bunch of 14 year
old boys.  Usually that's all you hear about.  Even
though we didn't really know each other, that is
usually the topic of conversation with guys this age.
I know, I am one of them, but girls aren't what is on
my mind every minute.

When Sal came back this time, he chose Pete to be
next.  When Pete left the room, Jackson asked why I
chuckled when the dark haired guy left with Sal.  I
didn't think anyone noticed.  I told Jackson, "he was
about to pop a boner when we were pissing."  Then I
realized, if I noticed that, then Jackson would know I
was looking.

Again he surprised me and said, "I noticed that too!"


We both got quiet for a bit.  I had to change the
topic, "so you think we have a chance to make it?"

"Huh?"

"Get hired.  Do you think we'll get the jobs?"  What
else could he think I meant?  'Make it!?!' He couldn't
have thought that, could he?  I was getting nervous.

"Sure, we have a good chance.  We both swam well, you
please Barry well enough, and we got them fires
going."

"What do you mean, pleased Barry?"

"Jeremy, the guy had a boner growing when he was
helping you with the knots, you had to have felt it, he
was nearly giving it to you."

"Dude, that is so wrong.  What are you talking about?"

Sal saved the day.  When he came back he said there
wasn't a need for any more interviews, but did say we
don't have anything to worry about.  Our skills and
overall impression on the staff were great.  WE GOT
THE JOBS!

When we met back at the dining hall again, I felt
uneasy about what Jackson had said.  Was he teasing
me?  Was he checking me out like I was checking him
out?  Could he be gay too?

Hank began by saying that the 13 left would all be
hired, the others would be asked to be on call if they
needed more help.  Funny, 13, not 12.  That's cool.

Hank also said we were welcome to spend the night to
see more about how the camp runs.  They hadn't
mentioned that before.  I didn't have anything to stay
the night.  It was getting to be about noon.  My mom
was at work and I couldn't get a hold of her for
another 4 hours.  I never thought how I would be
getting back home.  Then Hank said he had his staff
contact each of our parents and explain what was going
on and each of us had permission to stay.  Weird
again.  I don't even know how to get a hold of my mom
when she is at work.  I would have to leave a message
at the office and she would always call back a couple
hours later.  She is a hostess at a fancy restaurant.
She works crazy hours and helps prepare the place and
do paper work and stuff, so she isn't around much.  I
think she likes her job though and it pays the rent.

Hank said there was a cabin set up for us with all the
things we would need.  Toothbrush, soap, and a camp
manual that we could start reading after lunch.  We
had lunch and headed down to the cabin.  All 13 of us
would be in the same cabin.  Our manuals had a sheet
of paper showing the time line for the day's events.
It started at 8 am.

8 am - Intro
9 am - swim Test
10 am - Knot Skills
11 am - Camp Fires
12 am - Interviews
1 pm- Lunch
2 pm- Manuals
4 pm- Tour
6 pm- Dinner
8 pm- Camp Fire
10 pm- Cabin Drill
11 pm- Lights Out

Funny we weren't really keeping with the time line
much.  We were ahead of time a bit.

I lay down of one of the bunks under Jackson and
started to read.  The manual talked about camp rules.
The staff rules specifically.  No running indoors, no
foul language, no fighting, you know the drill.  It
talked about the buddy system for swimming and going
in the woods. Another thing that we didn't do earlier,
even with axes in hand.  Again, yes, weird.  I was
done reading in about 20 minutes, oh man, nearly 2
hours to go still before the tour.  I must have lay
quietly and drifted off.  I guess I was pretty tired.
I dreamed about the morning tests.  A flash of seeing
Jackson's shaftless dick in the shack, then his
wrinkled 2" penis when we pissed.  Then the dark
haired boy's growing cock.  I felt warm and
comfortable.  Unlike the earlier swim.

I woke up to a door bang.  I shot up and nearly bashed
my head into the upper bunk.  My cock was hard as a
nail.  I hurt as it was folded in two and sprung back
to its erect bolt.  I felt like I was about to cum, a
near wet dream.  I looked around to see several guys
waking up also.  Jackson sprung from the top bunk.

Hank had come into the cabin and shouted to be ready
for the tour in 10 minutes.  I had to get to the
bathroom, but, oh, the pisser was open for everyone to
see.  That wouldn't do,  so I wen to use the sit down.
 But again, no doors, shit.  I didn't care, I pulled
my cock out and when I grabbed hold that was enough to
send a stream of cum into the bowl.  Several other
guys filed into the pisser and were drizzling away
together.  I pumped a few extra times to release my
load.

Jackson stepped behind me and said, "shake it more
than once and you're playing with it, and why you
pissing over hear anyway?  Thought you liked the
synchronized pissing?"  With that he spun on his heels
and rushed out.

I am beginning to think he is definitely gay as well.
This could be an interesting summer.

I finished up and zipped up.  I knew I would be
leaking a while.  I always hate it when it keeps
leaking out after a good cum.

Our tour took us out to a wood shed, Barns, boat house
that had canoes and rubber rafts, a boundary fence,
and then a nature trail.  We saw the inside of the
kitchen (we'd get used to that place-unfortunately),
the main house, where Hank and the woman lived (I
figured-tough they never said so), and the little
store they ran during the summer.  We ended the tour
back at the dining hall for dinner.

This time we helped out cleaning up the dining hall,
dishes, and serving line.  Then we were off to the
wood shed to collect up the wood for the camp fire.
Hank told us about the start of the camp and other
facts about the area, the staff, and how a session
ran.  This is the first time that Hank talked about
the campers who would come during the sessions.  He
said most are either orphans or foster kids.  He also
said that each of us had a background a lot like the
kids that would be here. I didn't understand what he
meant, I had a mom.  I wasn't an orphan.  he went on
to say that one of us without saying a name, had a
father who one day up and left (that was me I
thought).  He also said another of us lost both
parents in an accident and now lives with his aunt and
uncle.  We went on to tell how each of us were like
the kids who would come to the camp.  I wondered how
he knew any of it.  Someone did their homework.  They
must hire a bunch of detectives after the initial
calls we made.  Can I say: weird?

Hank told us of his life as a kid.  Moving from foster
home to foster home.  He had come to this camp year
before, loved it here, and later, found the sponsors
to open the camp specifically to reach out to kids
with similar lives.  We were looking around each other
wondering who filled the role of each of the lives
Hank described.  When the campfire ended we were all
quiet and headed for the cabin.  We had one event
left: Cabin Drill.

We were met by the lady who I thought to be Hank's
wife.  She met us with cocoa and cookies.  She said we
had 1 hour before lights out and that we should all
take a shower and finish reading if we hadn't.  Surely
we were all done that!

Once she left, boys tossed their clothes at the ends
of their beds and headed for the showers.  13 naked
butts lined into the shower room.  Their were only 8
spigots, so boys shared the water.  Boys bumped boys
and lathered up.  Cocks grew, and faces turned shy.
Jackson was sporting a 4 inch boner that stood
straight up.  He was the first of several to go hard.
When boys realized that everyone was sporting a
similar erection, the shyness ended.  Instead of
hiding in corners, boys showed off their cocks with a
stroke or two.  Before lone boys were slapping at
butts and even dicks.  A slap turned to grab and then
a grab to a pull.  Hands we everywhere, bumping about
in a melee.  Every cock was pumped and grabbed, butts
slapped.  Slapped with hands, slapped with other
cocks.  One boy reached from around back of another
and grabbed a hold of a penis and pumped away.  His
cock buried into the crack of the receiving hand job.
Cum flew and others joined the circle.  Cum flying,
hand pumping, more cum, more cocks buried into butts.
I grabbed around Jackson to find his hard cock.  I
thought he had been soft just a moment before.  My own
very hard cock pressed into his crack.  I stroked away
and he moaned and reached around and grabbed for my
own cock.  His fingers found me, he whirled around.
He pulled at my cock to find I was ready to blow.  My
cum shot onto his cock and washed away with the
pounding shower.  My cock grew limp and hard again as
fast as it deflated.  A loud door bang ended the
games.  A booming voice yelled: 10 minutes to lights
out.  We had been in here nearly 30 minutes.

Boys rinsed butts and backs and cocks and hands.  The
gooey cum flowed down the drain.  An interesting
summer indeed.

We towels off and put on our underwear again and
headed for bunks.

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