Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 01:43:59 +0200
From: Peter AM <KanoPeer@checkjemail.nl>
Subject: Camp Blue Otter 06

Chapter 06: Sam's Confessions

Back at our Clearwater home, Glen got us together at the picnic table for a
briefing.

"Since today is Sunday there were no rotation activities and you guys were
allowed to sleep in this morning.  Normally I will wake you guys at 5:00 AM
for your morning shower."

"What?  Five AM!"  Grumbles and shouts of disbelief arose from the Lake
Trout.

"Quiet!  Well I'm happy to see you guys are paying attention at least.
Yes, 5:00 AM.  Only a dozen people fit in the swimming pool, and we have
the first time slot at 5:30 AM.  I will wake you all at 5:00 by banging
that cauldron.  Everyone has to be out of the tent by 5:10 when I bang the
cauldron the second time.  Anyone failing to get up will be physically
extracted from their tents, whether they are dressed or not.  Not that you
will need to wear anything in the pool, it will be just us Lake Trout
there, so none of you shy girls need to worry about anybody else catching a
glimpse of your white tushies."

"We'll swim, shower, brush teeth, eat, canoe, and then split up to whatever
rotation activities you've signed up for. Right now, you've got about an
hour of free time before we start the campfire circle.  In the mean time,
anybody want to help build the fire?"

There were plenty of volunteers for building the fire, but not Sam and I.
Taped together like this was awkward, and we decided the easiest thing
would be to just wait it out in our tent..

"We better zip the bags together for tonight" said Sam as we entered our
tent.

Well I guess we didn't have much choice the way we were joined at the hip,
so I agreed and we both sat on our knees while arranging the bedding.  To
my relief Sam's bag and mine zipped together perfectly.  We zipped them
halfway up and then arranged the two bed sheets inside.

"Lets try it out" I suggested, and had to flip myself over Sam to change
from being on our knees to being on our butts.  My skin was smarting and my
leg hurt where we were taped together.  Still we managed to crawl between
the top and bottom sheet and zip up the bag.

"Too hot", said Sam, and sat up to partly unzip the bags.  "Let's just
sleep between the sheets tonight and keep the top bag open"

As we laid there I asked Sam to tell me more about his skinny-dipping
cousin Willie.

"No it's your turn" says Sam.  "Haven't you ever seen anybody naked?"

"Besides you?" I quip.

"Yes besides me."

"Sure I have, the guys on the swim team.  Most of them change right in
front of each other.  Myself I'm always scared of popping a boner at the
wrong time, so I just hop in a private stall or toilet stall to change."

"So what are the other guys on your swim team like, do they have big dicks
like you? "

"Uh, I've never really compared."

"Come on Howard, you can tell me.  All the boys check each other out given
the chance, just to you know, see where they stack up."

"No, like I said, I always boot it out of there.  Last thing I need is for
me get a boner in front of my team mates.  Swimming is the only thing I got
outside of school.  I can't afford to mess up there."


About high school showers

"Well you are going to be in for it when you get to high school," Sam
warned me.

"How so?"

"When you get to high school the guys have to shower naked together all the
time, after phys- ed."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, that's right.  For the first few weeks it's optional, but after a
while they expect EVERYONE to take a shower, and there's only one big
shower room where the whole class fits in.  I remember lots of guys were
scared to go and when one poor guy popped a boner then everyone made fun of
him, just like you seem to be so scared of.  You know I'm glad Glen stood
up for you.  But high school is nothing like this camp, where people run
naked all the time.  At high school you gotta watch yourself, or you get
labeled real quick"

"So anyway, my brother went to high school a year before me and he warned
me about the showers.  He offered I could practice by taking showers with
him, so I would be used to it by the time I hit high school, and then I
could be casual about it, and not have to worry about accidently popping a
boner in front of everyone."

"So you and your brother shower together?"

"Yeah, every morning now, soon as we get up."

"And did it work?  I mean you're not ever popping boners when you shower
together?"

"I did at first, but then, like he predicted, I got used to it, and now I'm
cool with it and I can shower with the whole class and never have to worry
about popping no boners."

"Cool.  I guess in your household it's normal to shower together?"

"Well, no, we don't all hop in the shower together as a family.  Maybe I
have showered with everyone in my family at one time or another, but that
was when I was much younger, not in the last couple of years.  The others
probably don't even know that my brother and I do shower together these
days.  I mean they probably figure one guy is brushing his teeth or is on
the crapper while the other is taking a shower, and then switch.  Nobody
ever asks about that kind of thing.  Mom and Dad are not on our case much.
We're quick.  Our sisters get all the flack when it comes to the bathroom,
cause they take forever."


First Impressions at Camp Fire

At the banging of the cauldron, Sam and I struggled out of the tent.  We
joined the other boys around the camp fire.  Glen told us that he likes to
wrap up each day by thinking back about what was good, what was bad, and
what we would do differently or want others to do differently.  He started
out himself by saying he thought the best thing about today was that he got
a really good bunch of kids to work with and the bad part was how he
tripped over the garbage can at the first tree house.  That got a roar of
laughter from the group, while Sam and I felt left out.

The campers themselves were not very forthcoming in this exercise, but Glen
was very patient and prompted us to say at least ONE thing.  When my turn
came it was obvious enough what I had to say: The worst thing about my day
was getting taped up to my buddy, and the one thing I would do differently
in the future is I would not go into the woods by myself again.  Sam's turn
came after mine and he got everyone's laughter when he said the worst part
of his day was getting fused into Siamese twins, but then he surprised me
by adding that the best part of his day was getting a buddy who was "a good
shit, a decent guy I mean".  That was the first time that anybody had
called me either of those two things, and it was heart-warming to hear Sam
say it in public.


No Leak after the Campfire

After hearing from every camper, Glen announced last call for taking a
leak, and that we had to be in bed in ten minutes.  So Sam and me marched
off into the woods and he took a leak with me taped to his side.  This time
it was obvious to Sam that I had not peed myself so I just told him that I
did not need to go.  He told me to try anyway and that he would wait, but I
insisted that I really didn't need to, and besides, Glen was timing us to
make sure we were in bed in time.  So Sam shrugged it off and we went back
to our tent.

We crawled between the sheets but left the top bag open since it was still
a warm night.  Sam complained that he wasn't used to sleeping with his
shorts on, and that it felt restricting.  I told him he should try my
Speedos then, they were much more "restricting".  That was enough for Sam.
He sat up, pushed his shorts down towards his knees, and managed to lift
his free leg out of the shorts without ripping them, leaving them hanging
on the tied leg.  Sam said that felt much better and said I should do the
same with my Speedos.  I had been wearing these Speedos for a long day
already and was yearning to be rid of them.  Hence I threw my inhibitions
to the wind and struggled out of my Speedos in much the same way that Sam
had gotten out of his trunks.  With our naked thighs touching I could not
help but sprout an erection.  Thankfully, it was covered by the sheet and
Sam paid no attention.

Bedwetting

Are you comfortable now?" asked Sam.

"Better I guess" I answered.  "But there's this tree root or rock or
something right under my left shoulder blade."

"Then move, I'll move with you. "  So I moved around this way and that,
until I ended up in the middle of the sleeping bag, squeezing Sam far to
his side.

"I guess I'm not leaving you enough room like this, am I?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll sleep fine. You're not used to camping, are
you?"

"No, it's my first time, believe it or not" I admitted.  "I never was in
the boy scouts or anything like that, how about you?"

"Oh, I've been camping with my family once or twice, and had a sleep-over
in a tent at a friend's house once."

"It feels funny sleeping with someone else in a small tent like this" I
admitted.  "We're practically on top of each other"

"I can tell you're an only child" replies Sam, with a wiser-than-thou
attitude.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"Just means you're used to being by yourself" and as he says this, Sam
waves a hand towards my face. Instinctively I back away some.

"See!" continues Sam.  "See how you back off, without even thinking about
it?  Sensitive space.  You're not used to anyone invading your space.
You've spent too much of your life alone."

I copy the experiment on Sam, but he just ignores my hand over his head.
Then I touch his hair.  Instead of backing off, he catches my wrist in his
iron grip, and then drops my hand on his chest.  Automatically I pull my
hand back.

"I guess you don't have sensitive space" I admit.

"Naw" says Sam, "impossible when there's six of you living in one small
apartment.  My sisters kinda stick to themselves, but my brother, he's
always in my face.  Actually he tells me I'm always in his face.  Probably
am.  In the morning I brush my teeth while he's still on the crapper.  We
get dressed in the same bedroom.  Hell, we sleep in the same bed.."

"Same bed, what's that like, does he steal your covers?"

"Oh we get along most of the time.  We used to fight, especially when I
used to...  Remember when you asked me about the most embarrassing moment
in my life?"

"Yeah?"

"Well it's not something I could ever talk about with anybody else, but
you, well you're...  Oh what the heck.  My most moments where first thing
in the morning, waking up cold and clammy in my own pee.  The worst was
always my brother, the look of disgust on his face, him waking up just as
wet as me.  He would call me names and I would deny it and say that HE was
the one that peed in, but we both knew it was me, everyone knew it was me."


Brotherly baths

"Then mom would come in and tell us to be quiet and she would throw the
both of us in the bath tub while she stripped the bed.  Then she'd haul the
mattress to the balcony to air out, for all the world to see.  We live in
apartment building where everyone knows everyone, so even all the neighbors
knew I peed my bed.  It was terrible.  It took me years before they finally
stopped calling me Little PeeWee."

"That's awful.  Did your brother call you Little PeeWee too?"

"Naw, Mom would have killed him."

"Anyway, I think it's cool having a brother you sleep with and bathe with
and everything.  How old where when you took baths together?"

"Oh, it probably started when I was a baby.  As little kids it was fun on
Saturdays, we'd spend hours with rubber duckies, cups, water pistols, the
works.  But if I had peed in the bed on a weekday morning we would have to
rush to get ready for school.  We didn't need to take baths together
anymore after I had I stopped peeing the bed, I think I was in Grade Three
the last time I peed in."

All this talk about bed-wetting made me feel like I was about the wet the
bed myself.  My bladder was full.  I would have to take care of that first
thing in the morning.  But for now I was intrigued to hear the rest of
Sam's story.  I prompted him: "Now if you BOTH woke up damp in the morning,
then how did you know it was really YOUR fault and not your brother's?"

"Cause nothing was ever his fault, he's a year older than me.  He used to
point to the front of my soaked PJ bottoms to "prove" it was me.  That"s
until one day I saw a Hercules night shirt in the store, and I insisted I
wanted to have it.  I don't know if mom caught on why I wanted that night
shirt, but she caved in.  So I switched to wearing night shirts, and I've
never worn PJ's since.


Brotherly Squeeze

"Wouldn't the nightshirt get wet just the same?"

"No, it hangs down to my knees when I stand, but in bed I would pull it up
to my chest."

"How did your brother react?"

"Well at first he would pull the night shirt down on me but it usually
travels up during the night anyway, just from wiggling in your sleep I
guess."

"He would pull your night shirt down?"

"Yes, you see he gets to go to bed 15 minutes after me, because he's a year
older.  First thing he does after he comes in bed is inspect me, and if my
dick is not properly covered than he pulls down my nightshirt to cover it
up.  After a while it became a habit.  Jazz puts his hand on my dick, gives
it a little squeeze to let me know he's just checking me, and pulls down my
night shirt."

I tried not to show it, but I was mesmerized by Sam's story of Jazz
squeezing his dick.  "He doesn't hurt you, does he" I tried saying in a
casual voice.

"Oh, no, no, it's not like that" protested Sam.  "Look, he's my brother.
Sure he is mean sometimes and we fight.  But if we fought before and later
he comes to bed and gives me that little squeeze, then I know he's not
really, really mad at me anymore.  And he knows I'm not like really really
mad at him either because I let him do it.  That's something only he is
allowed to, no one else in the world...  God I can't believe I'm talking to
you like this..."

 "That's OK Sam.  I'm really happy you trust me like this.  I just wish I
had a brother like you do.  Someone you can be so comfortable with and who
knows you really well.  You know I have never slept with or taken a bath
with anyone else in my life.  When I used to have friends over for
sleep-overs, mom would never let us sleep in the same bed, and I wouldn't
even dare suggest taking a bath together.  Do you still have friends over
for sleep-overs?"

"Naw, never did, there's no room for guests in our apartment.  I used to
sleep over at my cousin Willie's though.  They have a huge house, and I
would get to sleep in Joanne's room when she's away, and get this humungous
bed all to myself.  It's big enough you could sleep sideways."

"So you didn't sleep with your cousin Willlie?"

"No but we did get to take baths together.  They have a huge whirlpool and
it makes a quazillion bubbles."

"Cool, when was the last time you guys did that?"

"Did what, me and Willie in the whirlpool?  Last summer I guess.  Look,
their family knows that me and Willie skinny-dip together, so why not share
the whirlpool?  Saves on bath water, the thing is huge."

"Anyway, how come we're always talking about me?  I want to hear about
Howard for a change.  You got any cousins?"

I did, and I especially liked my cousin Trevor.  Unfortunately we had never
done anything adventurous together and I didn't have very much to say.
Maybe it's that I am not as good a story teller as Sam.  Anyone, within
five minutes, I heard him snoring.  I guess it was easy for Sam.  He was
used to sharing his bed with his brother.  Me, I just could not fall asleep
lying this close, and naked to boot, next to another boy.  For starters I
had a raging boner.  I wondered if Sam had one too.

Gingerly I lifted my left arm above the covers and swung it over towards
Sam's groin, brushing it lightly over the top sheet.  I had noticed no
protrusions in that sweep, concluding that Sam was not plagued by the same
eternal boner that afflicted me.  I didn't understand how Sam could sleep
flat on his back like that.  Me I needed to curl up and move a little this
way and that before I could ever drift off to sleep.  But taped as we were
there was just no budging.  So I just laid there wide awake, thinking back
to the day's events.

Actually I could only think back of one thing.  My butt hole was still
tender from the diarrhea and the pain seemed worse lying flat on my back on
the hard ground and with nothing else to think about.  But the pain and
discomfort paled in comparison to the incredible embarrassment I had
suffered.  Could it get any worse than this?  What a rotten day it had
been!  Or should I say, what a wonderful day it had been?  Wonderful
because, in spite of suffering the worst embarrassments of my life, I had
survived it all.  Had I become indestructible?  This was not the same
Howard that had arrived at camp only yesterday.

**********************************

Whew!  Can you believe it has only been one full day that Howard has been
at camp?  I love your feedback to kanopeer@checkjemail.nl