Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 14:20:41 +0200
From: Peter AM <KanoPeer@checkjemail.nl>
Subject: Camp Blue Otter 08

Chapter 08     Let the Activities Begin

Arts and Crafts

Once I got to Arts and Crafts, I found everyone was already teamed up with
a buddy except for this black little runt, Timmy.  I learned later that he
was actually thirteen - only a year younger than myself, but we made an odd
looking pair of buddies with me a head taller than him.  He was a very
talkative little guy, so I learned that his dad was originally from
Jamaica, that he had been at camp last year, that he had three older
brothers, all of whom where at camp this year, with his older brother being
a camp councilor.

Likewise he asked my about my family, where I live, what I like best at
school, whether I had camped before here and/or elsewhere, if I could swim
well (I impressed him with my red shoulder pad underneath my shirt), what
activities did I all sign up for etc., etc.  I think I would have liked to
hear him talk a little more about his camp experience from last year, but
he pretty much set the agenda with all his keen questions about my own
boring life.

Besides being very talkative, Timmy was a very physical guy, having no
respect whatsoever for what Sam had termed my "sensitive space".  He would
tug on my shirt sleeve or trunks whenever he wanted my attention, punch my
arm when he laughed and slap my back when he liked what I said.

For our theater arts activity, we each started on making a huge mask that
would cover our head and shoulders.  They were supposed to represent
African spirits.  We were dismissed before the hour was quite finished, and
we almost had another two hours to kill before it would be time to regroup
at the kitchen.  I had told Timmy about my interest in learning to canoe
and we decided to go look at the paddlers.


Timmy introduces me to his river spot

Timmy said he always carried a towel with him at camp, so I walked with him
to the laundry first, where he grabbed two towels.  I didn't mind, because
it was an opportunity for me to use the toilets.  My diarrhea was getting
better.  Timmy waited impatiently outside the stall, talking all the while,
and then we headed over to the river.  First we came upon a corded-off area
where many younger kids were swimming supervised.  My eyes bulged to see
them prance around naked, and Timmy almost had to pull me away.

A little further down the river were the docks, and we watched a pretty
experienced group paddling upstream the river.  I thought it looked
beautiful, but Timmy was not too enthused, calling it forced labor.  He
thought it would be more fun walking along the river downstream.  It made a
bend and disappeared behind the trees.

 "You've gone down that way before?" I asked Timmy.

"All the time" he laughed.  "Let's go".

After walking another five or ten minutes along the river we came to a
sandy area.  We could hear some birds singing in nearby trees and I thought
it was beautiful.  Timmy started to strip.

"Lets swim."

"Uh, I don't really want to get my shorts wet."

"Right" answered Timmy, and dropped his shorts right in front of me.

I must admit I was fascinated by his jet black dick, I haven't seen many
black ones.  He popped a boner as I stared at it, but we said nothing.  He
just turned around, running into the water naked except for his green
shoulder pad, and then he beckoned me: "come on, you told me you were a
good swimmer, didn't you?" and then he swam off.

It sounded like a challenge and I figured, what the heck.  It's just me and
Timmy here, and Timmy has already popped a boner, so who cared if I got one
too?  I stripped and wearing only my red shoulder pad joined him in the
water.  I would show him what REAL swimming was like.

I caught up to him in a minute, then crossed the river to the other side
and swam back.

"You really ARE a good swimmer" he told me sincerely as I got back to him.
But I was tired, dragged my ass to shore, and plopped down on my
back. Timmy came over to stand over top of me, and shook out his long wet
hair right above me.

"He!" I protested upon getting showered, but was secretly enjoying the
close-up view of his shriveled little balls and pecker.  Timmy in turn
looked at my groin.  That's when I noticed I was growing a boner, and I
rolled over.

"There's still lotsa time, let's get back in the water" said Timmy.  "I'll
race yah" and with that he ran off in the water again.

 I figured while Timmy's back was turned to me was a good time to get up,
so I ran in after him.  Timmy turned around and started splashing me.  I
walked further towards him and grabbed his two arms to stop the splashing.
He responded with a full body slam.  That got us into a very uneven
wrestling match but Timmy loved it with yelps and giggles.  He didn't have
the muscle to overpower my legs or arms, so his strategy of fighting was to
squeeze me, anywhere he could reach me, my arms, my legs, my butt.  I
squeezed him back in his butt and then he turned around and squeezed my
balls.

"Eh!" I protested, "that hurts."

It looked like a cloud passed over Timmy's otherwise ever sunny face.

"Um, I'm sorry Howard, you know I didn't mean to do that."

But then the cloud had passed and his face brightened up again.

"Tell you what, you can do it to me, then we're even."

I just grumbled, "ah forget it, I'll live."

But Timmy insisted "No I really mean it, you gotta squeeze me back, so
we're even and we can stay friends.  Don't you want us to be friends?
Here."

And with that he grabbed my right hand and directed it to his naked balls.
They were tiny in the cool water.  I gave him a tentative squeeze and then
Timmy ran off yelling "last one out the water is a rotten egg."  I ran out
after him but lost.


Snooze after river swim

We stared at each other's boners while we dried up.  Timmy dried my back
without me asking, so I returned the favor, running the towel all the way
down his cute little butt.  We dressed and headed back to base camp.  The
wind picked up and I was happy that I hadn't gotten my shorts wet, and that
Timmy had gotten us towels.

Timmy found his group and I joined the Lake Trout outside the kitchen,
waiting for two more campers to show up.  After waiting for about five
minutes Matthew said it was time and we headed into the kitchen where we
had barbecued chicken, coleslaw and fries.  Frankie joined us in the
kitchen a few minutes later but Sam was still missing.  After we got back
outside we found Sam there, wearing dripping wet shorts.

"There you are" said Matthew, "it's already twenty after eleven, you're
late."

"Can I still I eat?" he asked.

"You know you can't go into the kitchen dripping like that" Matthew
replied.

"I'll grab him something quick" I offered.

"Ok, hurry."

I ran back in the kitchen but now there was a line-up from the next group
and it was at least five minutes before I finally came back.

"Uh, there was a line-up" I explained to Matthew who rolled his eyes. I
handed Sam a drumstick and he ate on the way back to Clearwater, still
shivering in his wet shorts.

Back at camp he dropped his shorts and hung them on the clothes line.  It
was time for our afternoon nap and he joined me in our tent.  Without even
bothering to look for dry underwear first, he crawled straight into the
sleeping bag, saying he was cold.

"Let me warm you up," I offered, and joined him in the bag.

"How is it that your hair is wet but your shorts are dry?" asked Sam.

I boasted I went skinny dipping with my Theater Arts buddy, Timmy.

"That's what I should have done" replied Sam, who had gone swimming with
half the soccer team. "I thought you were going warm me up?" and lying on
his side he pushed his cold butt into my side.

"Boy you're freezing" I observed, as his bare butt touched my hand.  I
turned over on my side as well, facing Sam, cuddling his cold and clammy
body.  Sam expressed his approval by wiggling his back and butt.

"I'm guessing you've got a boner," I told Sam.

"No, you lose", said Sam, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his damp and
rubbery shriveled little dick.  "Score is zero-zero."

My heart started pounding as my hand laid on Sam's dick.  Since Sam had put
it there himself, I didn't budge it an inch.  I could feel Sam's dick
starting to expand under my hand, slowly at first, but then continuing to a
full blown erection.

"Eh, I think I should get that brownie point," I observed.

"No way" answered Sam.  "Right now doesn't count.  I didn't have a boner
when you made your guess.  But tell you what, I'm guessing that you do have
a boner, right now."

With that Sam brushed aside my hand and then placed his own hand on the
front of my shorts..

'Zero - One, I win a point', he concluded.

I figured I might as well get comfortable.  So I rolled away from Sam's
hand, and then slipped off my shorts and underwear under the covers.


First Aid

We got out of the bag with the sounding of the reveille.  It was time for
today's second activity, which would be First Aid for me, and rock climbing
for Sam.  I figured the best way to hide my boner was to keep it tight to
my body in Speedos, cover it again with underwear, and finally top it up
with my loose fitting board shorts.

"Don't tell me you wear underwear over top of your Speedos!" Sam remarked,
incredulously, as I started to pull up my underwear.

I didn't file like explaining to Sam why I was doing this.  And besides, my
boner had pretty much disappeared for the moment.  So I just answered "naw"
and dropped my underwear again.  Dressed only in socks, shoes, Speedos and
shoulder pad, I started my second rotational activity.

No sooner had I arrived at First Aid when the counselor excused himself,
saying he had to find the class list and would be back shortly.  So I just
stood there, leaning against a tree, watching as the rest of the boys in
the First Aid class were showing up.  Most were dressed in T-shirts and
shorts or cut-offs, but then one boy showed up in a preppy schoolboy
outfit, wearing glasses, button shirt, spotless shorts, grey socks, black
shoes.

It felt like I was watching a movie, the image of him was surreal. He was
rather small, even skinnier than me, had a bowl hair cut and perfect skin,
not a freckle or pimple on him.  I had a hard time judging his age, but
guessed that at any rate he had to be younger than me.  The boy seemed so
cocksure of himself, had the kind of obliterating confidence I used to have
when I was younger, in the days before Drake had left.  For this schoolboy,
it seemed to be a confidence born of perfection.  The rest of us were
wearing old clothes to camp, either shrunken and too small or hand-me-downs
that were baggy and still too big.  But the schoolboy's clothes fit him
like they had been tailor made, his shorts neatly hugging him slim waist,
showing just a hint of a bulge between the legs.  His white shirt was
tucked in, and his face...  God, when I looked up to his face I saw two
eyes staring straight back at me.

I panicked.  I was caught like a deer in headlights.  God, I had been
caught staring again!  I looked away, pretending he was not there, like an
ostrich sticking his head in the sand, I suppose.  But it worked, when I
glanced back at him, his eyes were no longer fixed on mine.

Actually, they were fixed lower than that, on my crotch, I swear.  Well I'm
sure you know what close scrutiny like that does to my little pecker.  It
started to swell and bulge instantly, straining uncomfortably against the
tight fabric of my Speedos.  I had little choice but to plunge in my hand
and free it from its hunched over position, quickly laying it sideways.

The schoolboy had been watching the whole procedure, I realized.

"I like your Speedos" he said.

Well that explained why he had been looking at my crotch.  I guess I did
rather stand out as the only one here in Speedos. Dressed in schoolboy
clothes like that, I wondered if the boy had even ever SEEN Speedos.  Then
he stretched out his hand to me.  It seemed a little naive.  Surely he knew
where MY right hand had been, what it had touched, just a second ago?  But
the schoolboy didn't waver, reached steadfastly for my hand.

"Anderson, I'm Jeremy Anderson," he introduced himself.

Hurriedly I grabbed his hand and shook it weakly, nervous for having gazed
at him, nervous for being in Speedos, nervous for sporting a boner, nervous
for him seeing me touch it with my right hand, nervous for having to shake
hands with that same hand now.

Jeremy by contrast gave me confident handshake, surprisingly firm for a
small boy.  I felt like a weakling by comparison.  Well I could do better
than this, I told myself, firmed up my grip, and shook vigorously, probably
a little too vigorously.

"I'm Howard.  Pleased to meet you.  I'm fourteen.  I've never taken First
Aid before, except for Life Guarding. " I jibber jabbered on, trying to
distract myself and Jeremy.

"It's OK, you can let go now" said Jeremy, and then I realized I was still
shaking his hand up and down."

'Uh, right" I stammered, and dropped his hand like a hot potato.

I felt my face grow red warm again.  Why was I blushing?  Why was my heart
pounding?  Was I going to react like this every time I met someone new?

The counselor had returned and saved me from the awkward silence that
followed, by calling for everybody's attention.

"I couldn't find the class list, but what the heck, I think it's better if
you pick your own partners anyhow.  OK, everybody pair up with someone."

"Do you already have somebody, or can I be your buddy?"  Jeremy asked me.

Just like that, do you want to be my buddy?  I was instantly disarmed by
the childlike spontaneity.

"Uh no, I don't know anybody here.  I mean yes, sure, we can be buddies."

I tried to sound casual, but my heart was pounding like a steam engine. Why
was I reacting like this?  Was I excited, or scared, or what?

The counselor introduced us to the First Aid course, starting with warnings
that the best course of action generally was to go get help, that we
shouldn't try anything ourselves unless no better help could be reached,
that often it was best just to make the victim comfortable and avoid moving
him. That said, this course would give us just an introduction to various
common first aid techniques, give us an idea of what problems to look out
for, and hopefully imbue us with just a smattering of common sense.

He droned on for a while longer, but my attention drifted back to my new
buddy Jeremy.  I started day dreaming about Jeremy and me comparing boners,
like my friend Drake and I used to do long ago.  I imagined that Jeremy's
boner was skinny like the rest of him, and purest baby white, with firm
little balls held close by a tight sac.  I really didn't have very many
examples to go on, in picturing private parts, since on the swim team I had
always avoided the others changing out of their bathing suits.  Most of the
genitals I had seen belonged to toddlers changed out in the open by their
dads, while I would be waiting for a private stall to open up.

Like the rest of the campers, my eyes were on the counselor up front,
preparing a tourniquet for a volunteer pretending to have an injured arm.
But he could as easily have been teaching us Chinese.  My head simply
wasn't in it.  Nor was my dick, I could feel it throbbing inside the tight
spandex.

I was jolted back to the here and now when a boy passed back a thin linen
sheet to me.  Next we all got some safety pins.  It was time for the
campers to try things out on their buddies.  I fumbled with the cloth for a
moment, then just passed it on to Jeremy.

"Here, you can go first."

"OK" replied Jeremy, still cool and collect.  He folded the large square
into a triangle, had me hold out my 'injured' arm, then tied two ends of
the triangle behind my neck.  Simple!  He hadn't even needed the safety
pins.

"You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Boy scouts.  Anyway, there is nothing to it."

We waited for the counselor to check out Jeremy's handiwork, and then it
was my turn to tie Jeremy.  It was as awkward for me as it had been easy
for Jeremy.  After letting me blunder along for a minute, Jeremy gave me a
few pointers and I finally got the thing correctly around his neck.  Even
so it still looked sloppy.  Well, at least the exercise distracted me
enough to let my dick settle down again.

The counselor let us keep the safety pins and cloths, urging us to practice
in our free time after this activity.  The counselor continued with some
more instructions about this and that, none of which I remember now.  At
present I only remember the tourniquet hands-on part, with my hands on
Jeremy.

Afterwards, as Jeremy and I walked off, Jeremy laid one arm across my
shoulders, like a little kid, my new buddy.  I thought it was wonderful
that he could be so casual, so comfortable with me.  Back home I had never
had any friends that walked with me like this.  I reciprocated as we walked
into the bush.  The path was uneven there and Jeremy's arm slipped down to
my bare waist.  Actually his touch felt very nice there, in a way I had not
expected.  Then we stopped and his hand slipped down to my butt, brushing
the fabric of my Speedos, and he told me again how loved my Speedos, how
good I looked in them, and how nice it felt to touch.

With THIS much attention on my Speedos I was starting to get a little
nervous, scared that I would pop a boner again.  Jeremy was running his
thumb along the rim of my Speedos, asking if HE could try them on some day.

"Sure, I guess, whenever you like" I said, meaning whenever is convenient,
caught off guard as I was by his request.  Maybe next time I would wear my
shorts and lend him my Speedos to take back to his tent.

I was in heaven and hell at the same time.  The feel of Jeremy's gentle
touch along the edge of my Speedos felt strangely pleasant, soothing and
sensuous.  But I also was in hell, feeling the pressure build in my crotch,
dreading the impending doom, the inevitability of sprouting a boner in
front of my new buddy.

Well, I shouldn't have said "whenever you like," because Jeremy interpreted
that as here and now.  He hooked his thumb behind the waistband, and
without any hesitation drew my Speedos down over my bum.

I panicked.  In a minute I would be exposed and sprout a boner and I didn't
even dare think of the consequences.  Yes Timmy had seen my boner just this
morning.  But Timmy had been naked with a boner himself.  How would this
momma's boy, dressed immaculately, react to my exposed boner?  I couldn't
think at all, could not explain anything either.  I just tugged my Speedos
back up again and bolted out of there, never looking back to see Jeremy's
reaction.

After wandering on my own in the bush for a bit, waiting for my heart to
stop racing, I realized with a jolt that I was breaking the buddy rule
again. But I couldn't go back to face Jeremy, not right now.  Instead I
slunk back to the picnic tables outside the kitchen.  On public grounds
like that you didn't need to be accompanied by your buddy.  Eventually the
other Lake Trout showed up, and we ate supper, some kind of pasta dish with
ground meat and melted cheese.  Sam was so enthused telling me about his
rock climbing experience that he never noticed how quiet I was myself,
still trying to digest what had happened or might have happened between
Jeremy and me.

After supper Glen told us it was time for our base camp chores. This caught
me by surprise.  I guess I had not been paying attention if it had been
mentioned before.  Anyway, there was a list of chores with names of campers
underneath each.  The lucky ones had things like kitchen help and
gardening.  Me, I was stuck with cleaning toilets, shower and sauna.  A
counselor from some other group, Robin, was waiting already for me at the
showers when I got there. He had four other kids working for him, and he
handed me a mop to wash the shower floor.  Another kid got a sponge for
wiping down the shower stall walls.  A third kid got both a mop and a
sponge for cleaning the sauna.  That left two kids and the councilor for
cleaning the toilets.

I slipped into one of the toilet stalls that they had not gotten to yet for
a quick pee.  Peeing is so much easier in private, I realized.  I finished
quickly and went back to my job.  Apart from my shoes getting wet, the job
was not as bad as I had expected.  We were scheduled for an hour of chores,
but finished in about half that time.  The sauna was cool now and we headed
in there to sit out our time.  The kids who had helped with the toilets
complained that they had been stuck with the dirty work, but Robin promised
them he would rotate jobs every time.

Thanks everybody for your continued encouragement.  In the next chapter,
when our campers return back to their tents, they will find something is
missing....  kanopeer@checkjemail.nl