Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 21:09:31 +0000
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Holidays by the Sea - 120

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Chapter 119 ended

When they arrived back at the camp, Spiro met the coach and told them that
for some of them their dorm leaders were not yet here and they would have
to wait for a few hours till the next lot of flights brought in the rest of
the campers. "To make it fair, we are not going to divide you up into your
dorms until the others arrive. So I want you to bring your luggage with you
to the cinema and there we have some cartoons to show you to keep you
occupied for a couple of hours." Spiro told them. There was a collective
groan as these happy campers were tired and really wanted to just find a
bed and lie down comfortably until it was time for food or another
activity.

Chapter 120

Spiro offered for J to go off and he would get someone else to oversee the
campers, but J decided that he did not have anything better to do and so
might as well stay with his happy lot and get more opportunity to observe
them. Taking his clip board with him, J helped the youngest lad to carry
his kit to the theatre building and once each person had put their stuff in
its own pile, they all went and found seats. This way they grouped up
leaving space between each group as there was plenty of room to spread
out. With this, J noticed one boy sitting by himself and it was almost like
he was being avoided. This boy had come in on the second flight and so J
had not noticed him being alone until now. J wanted to know if the boy was
in his dorm and so he went over and sat down in the seat next to him.

"J, you don't want to sit next to Squirt when the lights go down, he might
get fresh." A voice of warning and mocking rang out from behind him. J
turned around to see if he could identify who had spoken. To those looking
on, however, it looked like J was asking for more clarification and he got
it.

"Squirt is a poofta and can't control his emissions." Another voice
explained, but J could not see who was speaking.

"Ok, I don't want to hear any more talk like that. We are all going to be
friends on this camp and help each other. Not hurt others who might or
might not be different from us." J ordered.

"We will be so long as he doesn't come near us." The first voice said, and
once again J had not been able to see who it was that was talking.

"I said that was enough. Now I don't want to hear another word or there
will be serious trouble." J said sternly and turned to face the front.



"As you already know, my name is J. What is your name, and why are they
being mean to you?"

"My name is Max, actually Maxwell, but I use Max only. I have a bit of a
problem and because of it those two twats make out that I am gay and
trouble." Max told J.

J looked at his clip board and saw that Max was in his dorm. "Ok, so you
must be Max Stuarte from London. And those other two are Timothy Dalton and
Oswald Bhule I presume as they are also from London and I'm guessing that
is how they know you?" J asked.

"Yeah. I nearly turned around at the airport and didn't come when I saw
those two were coming. And now I wish I had. Camp is going to be a bowl of
roses with those two dogging me the whole time." Max said and J could tell
from the catch in his voice that he was near to tears.

"Look, you all are in my dorm and I will not let them behave the way they
have now. Camp will be fun and hopefully after the first day or two, they
will have learnt that it is not wise to cross my rules." J tried to comfort
and reassure Max.

"Oh fuck no!" Max cried, "If they are in the same dorm as me they will make
my life hell. Is there any chance I can be swapped with someone from
another dorm, please?" Max responded.

"I don't know. I don't think so though. But I promise you this, I will do
all I can to make sure you are not bullied by those two. Even if I have to
have them sent home early, I will make sure you don't have a shit
time. Trust me, ok?" J replied.

Max just nodded.

"And remember this. You can always come and talk to me." J told him, as the
lights dimmed and an ancient Hanna-Barbera comic started.



J stayed next to Max and a few minutes into the film, he realised that Max
was shaking. When J looked more closely in the dimmed light, he realise
that Max was sobbing. J leaned over toward him and suggested they go
outside so that the others do not pick up on what was happening. Max merely
nodded and when J stood up he remained sitting as if fixed to the
seat. Gently J bent down again and putting a hand under Max's arm, he
slowly lifted him and guided him out of the theatre. Once outside J led him
towards the toilets and suggested he go inside and wash his face and then
come out and J would see what could be done to ease his problem. Meekly Max
went into the toilets and reappeared a few moments later looking slightly
better, but still visibly upset. J put his arm around Max's shoulders and
led him off to a bench in the gardens near the theatre.

"Max. I'm not an expert or anything remotely like that, but I do know that
sometimes it really helps to talk about your problems with someone who can
be impartial. I am willing to listen and although I can't promise to be
able to help, I can promise that what you tell me will be kept in
confidence and I will never tell another person, not even my boyfriend,
without your express permission first. And if you don't want to talk to me,
then there are camp counsellors who will be on campus from tomorrow who you
can talk to." J told him.

"I don't know if I can talk to anyone about this. It is so difficult and
embarrassing, and those two are going to tell all the others that I am gay
and I will be left out of everything and camp will just be another ten days
of sheer fucking hell." Max said as he burst into tears again.

Once again, J put his arm around Max and pulled him in close and said, "I
will get those two as soon as the film and I will threaten them with being
sent home early in disgrace if they utter one more comment like the ones
they said in there. And that is a promise I know I can keep and a threat I
know I can back up. But if I am going to speak to them, it will help me to
know what it is they think they know and if it is true or not. But before
you say anything, I want you to know that I will not think any differently
of you than I do now no matter what you tell me, if anything. And still
before you speak again, I will show you what I mean. I believe whatever it
is that is causing you to suffer in this way has shown you how important it
is to keep things private, so I am going to trust you to keep what I am
about to tell you between you and me. Will you promise to do that, Max?"

Max looked up at J with a quizzical expression on his face and seeing how
serious J was, he nodded his head.

"No, I need you to tell me you promise to keep it secret." J said.

"Yes, J, I promise." Max replied.

"Ok, here goes then. I started coming on these holiday camps when I was
about ten and on the first one I was introduced to boy on boy sex. From
then on I knew I was gay and when I hit puberty a little later, I was sure
of my leanings, but I only ever had any sex play with my camp dorm
leader. Back home I am still in the closet and the only people who know I
am gay are my foster mum and dad. At least that was until I came on my own
camp this year when I met another boy who is now my boyfriend and we have
gone all the way together. Now why am I telling you this? Firstly it is to
show you that I have kept a secret for some years before letting it
out. And because it is about me, I can let it out if I choose to; which is
what I have chosen to do, but only selectively. So far on this camp you are
only the third other person to know that I am gay. The others are our camp
leader Spiro and his secretary Andrea. The other thing is to let you know
that I do understand some things and how feelings can hurt like
shit. Thirdly, like I said, no matter what you tell me, if anything, it
will not change how I behave towards you. You might be gay, or you might
not. You might be and will tell me your not because you are not yet ready
for others to know. It doesn't matter I will still like you and want to be
your friend and help you if I can. So now does that make any difference to
how you feel about me?" J asked at the end.



Max sat silent for a while, obviously thinking things through. "If I tell
you, do you promise not to laugh as well as not to tell anyone ever?" he
finally asked.

"I would never laugh at you. I might laugh with you over something, but
never at you. And like I have already promised, I will not tell anyone even
one little bit of what you tell me in private unless you say I can. And
that lasts till the day I am buried when I cannot tell anyone because they
will not be able to hear me with six feet of dirt on top of me." J made a
bit of a jest with it, but was emphasising that Max's secrets would go to
the grave with him if that is what he needed to happen.

Max sat silent for a bit longer, building his courage and choosing his
words. "I have never told another person about this but something tells me
I can trust you, and I do need to talk to someone."

"I don't know how to prove you can trust me, except to let you tell me what
you do and show you that it is safe with me." J answered.

There was another pause and then Max blurted out, "I don't know whether I
am gay or not because I am a freak. I don't get any chance to think about
these things without going off."

As he paused there, J asked, "I'm not sure I understand what you mean by
going off and how that makes you a freak?"

"Uh, ok. I can't control my cock and as soon as I see another cock or even
a bulge in a costume say, I get hard and if I keep looking I will shoot my
wad without even touching it. I have never even had a proper wank because I
shoot before I can begin to rub. Even now it has happened with just us
talking about it and I have a mess in my pants which if I was not wearing a
condom would show through my jeans before much longer." Max explained.

"Whoa fucking hell that is going to be a problem. The showers are open to
all and I usually have everyone shower together because I will probably
have to turn the showers on for most of the guys as the taps are up above
the shower heads. Also on my camp and the last one I was a leader for, we
all changed in the dorm and walked naked to the showers so that our clothes
did not get wet in the room." J told Max. "I am going to have to do some
serious thinking for a way to get around this. I think I might be able to
show you a way to begin to learn to control your orgasms, but as for
getting a boner every time you see another cock or bulge is going to be
hard to get around when we have a dorm full of boys who will be changing
quite a bit. And changing dorms will not help either because you will still
be in a room full of boys who at stages will be changing and showing their
cocks,"

"Do you really think you can help me learn to control the orgasms?" Max
asked.

"I'm not really sure, but once in our biology class our teacher spoke about
being able to stop nervous reactions and cited orgasm as one of those which
can be stopped. I did not believe him and went on the internet to do some
research. What I found out I have not practiced at all so do not know if it
is true or not, but if you are willing, I am willing to try it with you.
But it will mean you being naked with me and letting me touch your cock. If
you are willing to risk that, knowing I am gay, I am willing to try to
help." J told him. "Right now the film will be ending soon and I want to go
and have a word or two with those two twats in there and make sure they
leave you alone. So let's go back in and you can sit on the back row while
I go and call those two out. Ok?"

"yeah, thanks J." Max responded.

J purposely had not given Max an opportunity to accept J's offer to help
train the orgasms as he wanted Max to spend some time thinking about it
first. Then the two got up and went back into the theatre to discover that
the cartoon was still going and so they sat down together in the back row.



As the film came to an end, J gave Max a little squeeze on the leg in
encouragement, and then he got up and walked down to the front. "Ok, there
is a little time left before the next coach of campers gets here, so what I
want is for you to go and talk to someone you don't know and get to know
them a little bit. You are going to be on camp for another ten days and you
will be in close company with lots of other people. It helps to know some
and have some friendly allies to bounce things off of. And while you are
doing that, I will be getting to know some of you a bit better as well. So
to begin with, I want Mr. Timothy Dalton and Mr. Oswald Bhule to come and
talk to me first.



How is J going to deal with these two?  I have already written the next
chapter, just not polished it yet so I would be interested to see if you
come up with the same ideas as I have.  Please write to me. After all your
comments and suggestions are the only pay we authors get.  Rick