Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 13:44:18 +0200
From: Peter AM <KanoPeer@checkjemail.nl>
Subject: Camp Blue Otter 09

Raid

Around 7:30PM everybody regrouped.  Glen walked us back to our tent site
and sat us down at the picnic table for a brief announcement.

Apparently newcomer groups like the Lake Trout had suffered tent raids in
past summers from other groups.  Typically campers from another group would
sneak in while we would all be gone.  Then they would raid the tents and
clothes line, stealing everybody's clothes.  This had been especially
problematic for the journey home.  Clothes do tend to wear out in the
outdoors and with all the spare clothes stolen sometimes the campers would
have nothing decent to wear for their return journey home

So this year Glen and Matthew had forestalled the raiders from the other
camps by raiding the tents themselves.  The spare clothes from every tent
had been gathered up and put in a paper bag with the campers' names on
them, and all the paper bags had been locked into a closet back at the main
base, for safe keeping.  Only the camp secretary had the key to the closet,
noone would be able to steal anything from there.  For the trip home, or
earlier if there was some emergency, the camp secretary would unlock the
closet and return whatever clothes the rightful owner needed.

In our tents Glen and Matthew had left us only our rain jackets.  Hence we
pretty well would be stuck wearing what ever it was we were wearing now.  I
protested that I was only in my Speedos now and needed my regular trunks
and underwear.  Matthew promised to retrieve those for me the next time he
saw the camp secretary.  Meanwhile I would have to make do with my Speedos.

Again Matthew explained this was only to protect us from the raids of other
groups, and to make sure we would have good clothes to go home in at the
end of camp.  I suppose it made sense on the one hand, but on the other
hand I felt a little violated.  The image of Matthew pawing through my
personal belongings and taking my clothes was a little creepy.  Still, what
he had said made sense.  If he hadn't taken them, then the kids from some
other group would have.  Everybody's clothes would have gotten all mixed
up, and we might never get everything back.

As for having to go back home without a decent set of clothes, that would
have been totally unacceptable.  It is one thing to be only half dressed in
this camp, but back home where I would be in public view and where
everybody knew me, that was another thing altogether

I guess the other campers were pretty much thinking the same thing, we
grumbled a little bit, but not really at Mat and Glen, more at the other
groups and their stupid raiding traditions.  Many of them where wearing the
shoulder pads like me, the camp T-shirt cut-offs that didn't even cover
your nipples.

"WE should raid other camps," suggested Frank. "What have we got to lose?"

"Now hold on" warned Glen.  "You guys better learn the ropes before you try
something stupid.  The veterans here have a way of finding things out, and
if they find out it was you that raided them, believe me, they will find a
way to get back to you.  It is a hard fact of life, but when you are the
newcomer, you are at a bit of a disadvantage."

"I'm not scared" replied Frank, wanting to get the last word.


Towel Lining

Sam and I checked out the clothes line.  Indeed all the wet trunks that had
been there were gone now, and only the towels were still hanging there.  I
grabbed the extra towel from Timmy and carried it into the tent.  Inside,
our back packs had been emptied out.  We had been warned that would be the
case, but it's another thing to see it with your own eyes.  I cussed but
Sam told me not to sweat it, and line our sleeping bag with that towel.
Sam took down his trunks and underwear, and crawled bottomless inside the
bag.  I followed suit.

"Glad you remembered the towel.  I guess it's safe to jack off now."

I didn't know whether Sam was serious or joking about jacking off, but the
mere mention gave me an instant hard-on.

"I'm guessing", continued Sam, "that you have boner now."

Not waiting for a response from me, he brushed his hand over my body until
it touched my boner, and then pulled it away.

"Score is Zero-Two" he announced triumphantly.

"Howard boy, you have some catching up to do."

"OK" said I, rising to the challenge, "I guess that you have a boner too"
and I likewise brushed my hand over Sam's belly until it stopped at the top
of his boner.  It's kind of fascinating how his circumcised head felt dry
and satiny soft, and how wide the rim of his head protruded from the shaft.
Suddenly I realized I was fondling Sam's dick head, uninvited at that, and
I pulled back my arm with a jerk.  I felt my face burn and knew that it had
to be beet-red.

I stuttered "I was just checking if you know, I didn't mean to, well, I
mean, well.."

I was stalling for Sam to help me out here, laughing the whole thing off
with one of his casual remarks, but he was quiet for once.  I kept talking,
just to fill the silence.

"Well you know Sam, you checked if I had one so I had to check if you had
one, and then I wasn't sure what I was touching, your knob is so huge, I
don't mean too huge, but huger than mine, not that I'm comparing, but I
mean, I was only checking and then, anyway...."

After putting my first foot in my mouth I always seemed to make a point of
trying to get the other foot in too.

"Easy, easy Howard, salright, You won your brownie point fair and square,
the score is One - Two now"

"Thanks" I said, but not being exactly sure what I was thanking Sam for.  I
was just happy he hadn't freaked out at me, I guess.

"No problem" answered Sam.  "You have a goodnight."

And with that he rolled over onto his tummy.  I said goodnight back to him,
and rolled onto my side facing away.


Confusion

I never understood how Sam could just roll over and in five minutes be
snoring away.  Not only was the ground uncomfortable to sleep on, but for
me there were always too many things racing through my head.

For starters, I had skinny dipped with Timmy.  Telling Sam about that had
been easy.  Sure Timmy and I had seen and felt each other naked and had
sprouted boners together.  But it had been fun, nothing more, nothing less.

But I couldn't talk so easily about Jeremy, didn't know what to make of
him, didn't know what to make of myself when I was with him.  Jeremy was
different.  He looked like a little angel, pretty and pure, but there was
something else, something more...

The gentle touch of his hands on my shoulders, my back, my bum, it had been
so... I am not sure what it had been, but I could not get it out of my
head.  And then suddenly Jeremy had started pulling down my Speedos,
wanting to try them on, as if it had been no different from trying on my
shoes.  Why could I not be so casual about things?  Why did my heart start
pounding, even now, just thinking back of it?

And what would Jeremy think of me now, after I had run off without a word
of explanation?  What I would I tell him at our next First Aid class?
Sorry, I had to go the bathroom real bad?  I had used that excuse before.
One thing was certain.  I would not be able to lend him my Speedos now.
Not until Mat saw the camp secretary and got me something else to wear.


Tuesday Morning Wood


"Howard, Howard, wake up! Wake-up call was five minutes ago, get up!"

"Oh..."

I opened my eyes but it was still dark -- and cold. Sam had thrown open the
sleeping bag and I was uncovered.

"Here's your Speedos."

And with that I felt Sam pushing my Speedos over my feet.  I rolled onto my
back to make it easier for him.

"Lift up your hips."

I obeyed, and then Sam pulled up the Speedos the rest of the way.  That's
when I realized I had a morning woody.  I took over from Sam and pushed it
sideways to fit inside my low cut Speedos.  Sam handed me my cut-off camp
shirt (the shoulder pads) and while I was putting it on he found my shoes
and pushed them on my feet.

"Lets go!"

He zipped open the tent and got out.  I followed, shoes still untied.  As I
stood up outside my tent, someone was shining a flashlight first on my
face, then down to my Speedos (still a woody there) and finally down to my
shoes.

"Better tie those up, Howard" I heard Matthew say, and I did.

"OK, are we all ready then?  Time for our swim.  Sam and Howard, don't
forget your towels."

On our way out, Matthew paused just long enough by the clothesline for me
and Sam to grab the last two towels still hanging there.  Once we got to
the swimming pool building, it was pretty much the same routine as
yesterday.  While the rest got under the showers I hopped into a toilet
stall again for my morning poop.  It was no longer really diarrhea, but it
was still pasty and made a mess in my crack. Instead of scouring my ass
with toilet paper I just left my Speedos hanging on the toilet door and
washed up under the showers.  I figured I had to take a shower before
swimming anyways.  But just as I finished my shower I heard another toilet
door opening up and then a tall boy walked up to me.  It was pretty dark,
but I could tell it was George.  He walked right up to me, looked at my
bare ass, and said,

"Skinny-dipping eh?  Good idea.  Better keep our shorts dry, now that we
don't have any spares.  And at least they will let us in the kitchen if we
keep our shorts dry. "

With that he turned his back to me and dropped his shorts.


Our Skinny-Dip in the Pool


This was awkward.  What to tell him?  No I'm not skinny dipping, I just had
to wash the poop off?  I don't want to be the first to be seen skinny
dipping?  George walked back to the change room to drop off his trunks
while I was still standing there, undecided.  Coming back he turned on the
shower for a minute, got himself wet and turned it off again.  I was still
standing there, frozen to the ground.

"Thanks for waiting for me" said George.  "I'm ready now, let's go" and
gave me a little tap on the back.

I unfroze.  George walked over to the pool and I followed, both of us butt
naked.  We slipped into the water.  It felt great walking through the water
naked, with your dick and balls hanging free, except for one small problem
that was growing bigger.  You know what I'm talking about.

"Oh there you are" said Sam as he ran in to me, chest deep in water.

"Where were you?"

"I was in the toilet, and eh, I'm not wearing my Speedos" I whispered to
Sam.

He repeated out loud "What, you're skinny-dipping, again!?  Cool.  Should
have told me.  I would have joined you."

"Actually, George is skinny-dipping too" I whispered back to him, hoping
Sam would lower his voice too.  "It was more his idea, and I just
followed."

Sam hesitated a second, perhaps in surprise, but then said 'Yeah, it's a
lot easier when you're not the only one eh?  How does it feel?"

"Feels good, I guess.  But now I'm gonna try swimming" And with that I
pushed off and started on a breast stroke, hoping that concentrating on
swimming would take my mind off my boner and make it go away.  It was
difficult, though, because in this small pool I kept bumping into people
where ever I swam.  I had to go slow and be careful.


Skinny Shower and Sauna

By the time Glen told us to get out of the water my boner had subsided
about 90 percent.  By that I mean that my dick was still engorged, but no
longer standing up.  I quickly headed towards one off the shower stalls but
then Glen called us out to him.  Just when I needed privacy the most he had
us bunch together, and asked the buddies to stand back-to-back to each
other.  Sam and me lined up, our butts touching, shivering, my hands
covering my crotch.  Glen passed by all the buddies, calling everybody
"tall" or "short" He called me "tall" and Sam "short".  After he finished
he explained that being labeled "short" didn't mean you were short, it only
meant that your buddy was taller than you.  There were only six individual
shower stalls, and today it would the Shorts' turn to use them.  Hence I
was stuck under the group shower. I stood there only long enough to wash
the chlorine out of my hair and then darted over towards the sauna.  I was
the first one in and sat in the corner.  Then the door opened and by the
light of the open door I saw it was George, naked like me.  He sat down
next to me and two minutes later everybody else showed up together.  George
had to push his thighs against mine as we had to make room for everybody.
It felt weird having George's naked thigh and bum pressed against mine.  It
made my heart beat quicken again and my dick stand up and my brain shut
off.  I just sat there, feeling strangely light headed, secure in the
blackness of the sauna.

After ten minutes or so in the sauna everybody started to file out to cool
off under the showers.  Myself, I remained where I was, and leaned forward
to hide my boner from the light of the door opening.  George did the same.
A minute later George and me were the only ones left in the sauna.

"Doesn't this feel great?" asked George.

"Yeah" I agreed, not sure if he was talking about skinny dipping or the
body contact.

"I wanted to yesterday already, but I didn't want to be the only one,
besides the counselors, that is."

"Uh huh."

"I'm glad you decided to go for it today, that made it easier for me too."

"No problem."

"I asked my buddy Frankie if he wanted to go for it, but he said no."

"Sam said he'll join us skinny-dipping tomorrow."

"Cool. You and Sam seem to be getting along pretty good."

"Yeah, he's a good shit."

"You're not so bad yourself."

"You think so?  Thanks.  You too.  I mean, you know, you're OK."

"Friends?"

"OK, friends".

Then the door opened up again, and Matthew walked back in.  I could no
longer stand the heat and scooted out the door before more people would
come in.  I headed straight for the toilet stall were I had left my Speedos
and slipped them on.  My boner showed through but at least it was covered.
I braved my way into the change room to dry up.  There were only two other
boys in the change room, just finishing up dressing.  I guess the others
were still under the showers or back in the sauna.  I faced the wall while
I dried off the sweat and dressed.  Then I went outside to wait for the
rest there.

Harry was already outside and asked "Did I see right?  Were you skinny
dipping?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Nothing.  I guess lotsa people skinny-dip in this camp, just hadn't seen
anyone in our group doing it, besides our counselors."

"Are YOU gonna skinny-dip in the pool tomorrow?"

"I don't know, don't think so, well, maybe, naw, maybe not."

"It's no big deal."

"Not for you it isn't."

"Not for anyone in THIS camp."

Then more people filed outside and our conversation stopped.

I was on a natural high after skinny-dipping.  Maybe because of the
positive reactions I was getting.  Sam wanted to join me tomorrow.  George
said I was OK and he wanted to be friends.  Harry seemed to think it was a
big deal for him but not for me to skinny-dip.  Like I was the brave one.
Me?  Brave?  I had always been the scared weasel.  A few days ago I thought
I would have DIED being the first one seen skinny-dipping.  But I had taken
the plunge and it had been easy.  Nobody made fun of me.  If anything they
wanted to be like me.  Life at camp Blue Otter was turning out pretty
sweet.


First Dry Entry into Kitchen

And it got better when we got to the kitchen.  Dry George and me got to go
in with Glen and Matthew, while the rest of the troupe waited, dripping
outside.  We feasted on hot breakfast sausages, omelets and toast.  Like
yesterday, Matthew just brought the bread, peanut butter and jam outside,
while George and me handed out some sausages.  After that we brushed our
teeth and walked over to the canoes.

Glen had us take off our shoes and socks again.  Sam asked him if we were
going to get dunked again.

"Nah, not if you stay in control.  We'll save the next dunking for a warmer
morning."

The canoe lessons were pretty uneventful, with the experienced canoers like
Sam steering from the stern (that's the back), and the greenhorns like me
paddling at the bow.  Sam and me were starting to develop a rhythm and
things were going a little bit smoother.

Back at our own camp, Sam hung his damp trunks on the clothes line and then
told me he had to go number one and two.  I accompanied him while he walked
bare-assed through the woods to the picnic basket.  Maybe since I had gone
skinny-dipping Sam wanted to show that he wasn't scared to be naked either.
After he sat down on the crapper I went to sit on the other side to give
him some privacy although he didn't seem to care one way or the other.  He
was still excited about yesterday's activities, bragging about his rock
climbing.

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