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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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David leads us into the camp office, where two counselors are sorting paperwork into filing cabinets and another is sitting at the desk filling out a form. David gestures us to sit on a bench next to the door and says, "Just wait here until the Director is ready for you."
I swallow hard and really want Benny to put his arm around me and make me feel safe the way he does, but of course he can't. Presently Mr. Caldwell steps out of his private office into the main area and steps directly up to the counselor at the desk.
"How's Alex?" he asks in a serious tone. "Is he feeling better this morning?"
"Yeah, Mike," the teen replies. "He had a rough night with vomiting and diarrhea but he finally got some sleep. Nurse Debbie says there must have been something bad in the care package he got from home because no other boys got sick."
"Thank God for that," Caldwell says. "I'm glad it wasn't something we served in the mess hall or we could have had a whole bunch of sick kids on our hands. Tell Alex to take it easy today and he probably shouldn't go swimming. Stomach cramps and whatnot."
"OK, Mike," the boy says and goes back to his paperwork.
"Marty and Benny I presume?" Caldwell says when he sees us. "Thanks for coming in so quickly."
"David made it sound like we had to," Benny says.
"Yes, well we really need to have a chat," Caldwell says. "Let's go into my office."
Caldwell situates us on the two guest chairs facing his desk while he leans his butt on the front edge of it a few feet away. This is not what grownups do when they're having a casual chat. Sitting this close is for serious discussions. David leans against the wall near the window with his arms folded and I don't like the look of that either.
"Boys," Caldwell begins, "we need to talk about what happened yesterday out at Buford's Meadow. I think you'll agree that things got pretty out of control and we can't have that."
My chest is tight and it's getting hard to breathe. Caldwell is looking straight at me and I just know that my billboard of a face is blinking in big neon letters, "GUILTY!"
"Marty? Are you alright?" Caldwell asks in concern. "David, this one is Marty, right?"
"Yes Mike," he replies.
"Whoa, whoa, settle down, Marty," Caldwell chuckles gently. "It's OK. There's no firing squad."
Firing squad! Holy shit!
I'm gasping for air now and Caldwell looks flummoxed. "Benny! Hug him or something! Help your boyfriend!"
I abruptly stop hyperventilating and stare at the man. I look at Benny and he is as shocked as I am.
"Mr. Caldwell?" Benny peeps. "Did you say boyfriend?"
"Yes, Benny," he says. "He needs you right now. Go ahead and hold him."
Benny keeps wary eye contact with Caldwell as he leans over and wraps me in both arms. I feel his heartbeat almost as strongly as my own and it really does calm me down.
"What's going on Mr. Caldwell?" Benny asks. "Are we being sent home?"
Caldwell's eyes widen in surprise. "What? No, of course not. Why would we send you home?"
"Well," Benny falters, "for being, you know, boyfriends, and for bringing all those other kids out to the meadow — which we didn't do!"
Caldwell and David share an open-mouthed look.
"Do you boys think we blame you for what happened at the meadow?" Caldwell asks in disbelief at what he's hearing.
I lick my lips, then speak my first words since we entered this office.
"Well, don't you?"
Caldwell lets out a little chuckle and shares a smile with David before turning kind eyes back to us.
"I'm sorry boys," he says. "I should have been more clear right from the beginning. We didn't bring you here because you're in trouble, and certainly not because you're gay! We brought you here to reassure you that you are not in trouble. We heard that you and your friends... What are their names, David?"
"Chris and Eddie," David replies.
"Yes. Sorry, I'm terrible with names. We heard the four of you were scared to death yesterday and tore out of there like the wolves were after you."
"There are wolves?" I exclaim, remembering all the hours we laid in that meadow bare-ass naked, peeled and ready to eat.
Caldwell chuckles harder. "No Marty, there are no wolves. It's just an expression."
Benny releases me from our hug and sits back in his chair looking perplexed.
"Can we please start over? I'm very confused!"
"OK," the man says. "Every year or two somebody stumbles onto Buford's Meadow and word gets out that it's a secret place where kids can run wild. Sometimes it's straight boys who go out there to smoke cigarettes or fight each other or meet up with girls from Camp Monomwa. This time it was a gay couple who found a private paradise where they could make love in peace and get their butts tanned at the same time. I'm actually a lot more worried about the straight kids hurting each other or getting girls knocked up, but the fact is we can't have either one because that meadow is not on camp property! It belongs to the farmer at the bottom of the hill."
"Mr. Buford?" I wonder, though that's certainly not important at the moment.
"No, Mr. Walsh is his name. The meadow is named after some Buford from a hundred years ago or something. The point is it's not our property and we can't allow you to go there. Your parents would go nuts if they knew you were leaving the camp unsupervised, plus our insurance wouldn't cover you if anything happened. Oh, and just so you know, Mr. Walsh has binoculars and he could have seen you at any time."
Benny and I look at each other, shocked.
"Don't worry," David pipes in with a smile. "Mr. Walsh is not the kind of guy to get upset over boys fooling around."
Benny looks Caldwell straight in the eye and asks, "And I guess you're not either, huh?"
Caldwell hesitates, then decides to plunge in.
"That's right, Benny," he says. "I'm ..."
"Are you sure you should do this, Mike?" David breaks in.
"Yes, I'm sure," Caldwell says. "Look at them. These kids are me 25 years ago and you 15 years ago. Aren't you glad someone was honest with you back then? I just wish someone had been there for me."
David holds up both palms. "I get it. I just hope it doesn't come back to bite us in the ass."
"So, as you boys have probably guessed by now," Caldwell says, "I'm gay, and I figured that out when I was 10 right here in this camp."
"Oh what the hell, why not?" David sighs. "I'm gay too, and Mike helped me figure it out right here in this camp when I was 11 and he was a counselor."
Benny's mouth drops open. "So then this is a gay camp?"
"No, Benny," Caldwell says. "It's just a camp like any other. Most of the boys here are straight, or don't know yet what they are."
"That's why you can't go telling anybody about us," David says. "If the parents found out Mike and I are gay they'd go ape shit, and accuse us of trying to convert their boys or something. But you two know the real truth, that boys can't be converted. They just are what they are and have to figure it out for themselves."
"You see," Caldwell says in that serious, grownup-leveling-with-a-kid voice, "for most boys camp is the first place they ever go by themselves, where they can just be who they really are without worrying about what their parents are going to think or whether their friends are going to hate them. When you're in a new place with a bunch of kids who don't know you it's a lot easier to take a risk, to acknowledge something you've always kept secret deep inside, maybe even from yourself."
I think of Charlie's finger up my butt and ask, "So when you were a counselor and David was 11 did you...?"
"No," Caldwell says. "I was just somebody he could talk to, someone who really understood what he was dealing with."
"I had a huge crush on Derrick Masterson," David wistfully says. "God he was beautiful, but he was two years older and didn't know I existed."
"But you did finally hook up your first year, didn't you?" Caldwell asks.
"Yeah," David says. "Gave my first BJ to Billy Phillips, but he wouldn't do it back."
"Oh yeah!" Caldwell says, brightening at the memory. "I remember you bitching about him. Isn't he the kid who went all over camp getting sucked off and then refusing to do it back?"
"Yep. He was a real jagg-off, but that's OK. The second week I met Randy Holtzman and we had a lot of fun together!"
"Well," Caldwell says, "we're not here to talk about old times. The point is, this is a place where gay boys can experiment and figure themselves out. The camp has always had a kind of unspoken policy that as long as it's discreet and not forced on anybody then it's nobody's business except the boys involved."
"And not forcing it on anyone includes other boys having to see it, or even know that it's happening," David says. "They deserve to have their camp experience the way they want it, too."
"It's kinda not fair though," I say. "We have to sneak around and keep everything secret, and be afraid all the time that somebody's going to find out. They don't have to do any of that."
"Welcome to the world, kiddo," Caldwell says. "Yes it's unfair, but that's how it is. The best we can do is help each other all we can, so that we accept ourselves the way we truly are. It's bad enough the rest of them hate us, but even worse if we hate ourselves too."
We're all silent for a moment, ruminating on this sad fact of life.
"I think it's important work," Caldwell goes on. "That's why when I heard they were going to close the camp down I decided I couldn't let that happen. My partner Robert — the man I live with — inherited some money from his parents and we bought the place! Well, legally he owns it, but I run the business, and when David heard I took over he came on board too. In a couple of years we started the girls' camp across the lake and hired one of my lesbian friends from college to run it, and now we support gay girls too."
"Wow!" I say. "That's awesome!" and Caldwell beams with pride.
"Mr. Caldwell...?" Benny begins, but the man interrupts him.
"Under the circumstances I think you can call me Mike."
"Mike?" Benny asks. "How did you know what was going on in the meadow?"
"Last year I had some lovely talks with a very sweet boy named Keith. He was struggling a lot with his feelings and desires, especially for older boys and young men. I noticed him flirting a little too openly with boys 3 and 4 years older and I was afraid he was going to get himself in trouble, maybe even get beat up."
"Is he best friends with a blond boy named Jimmy?" I ask.
"Yes, I think so," Mike says. "Except you know me and names. He's definitely blond though."
"We saw them at the meadow," Benny says, "but we didn't know they saw us. They were kind of busy, you know?"
Mike chuckles.
"So Keith told you how we ran away?" I ask. "How did he even know our names?"
"No," Mike says, "he told me that too many kids showed up at the meadow, and he knew I'd want to put a lid on it before anybody got in trouble."
"So how did that bring you to me and Benny?"
"I talked to everybody who was out there, just like I'm talking to you. They had to know that as long as they stay within the camp grounds and keep their playtime secret they won't be in any trouble. Keith gave me some names of kids who were there, and those kids knew Chris and Eddie, and they told me about you. By the way, those two were very protective of you. They refused to tell me your names until I convinced them that I only wanted to let you off the hook so you wouldn't have to be so worried."
"Yeah, they're good friends," I say with a smile.
"So let me get this straight," Benny says. "It's OK that we're gay, and we can go ahead and do stuff with anybody we want just as long as they're into it too and it's secret and private?"
"Yep, pretty much," Mike says, "plus rule number 3: nobody gets hurt. Use common sense and don't stick a tree limb up somebody's butt even if they think they want it."
Benny and I giggle.
"And remember you can come to me with any questions or problems you might have, whether it's about camp or gay life in general, or even if it has nothing to do with being gay. That's why I'm here, to help young gay boys become healthy, happy gay men."
With our new free pass to sexual bliss Benny and I waste no time. The camp office is two minutes from the storage shed, so in three minutes flat we are naked on the mattresses 69ing like crazy boys. Some unspoken agreement passes between us and every time one of us gets close to our feeling we back off, let it simmer down a minute, then turn the heat back up to a rolling boil.
In one of our lows I pull off of Benny's cock and say, "Do you want to finish in my throat, like you did with Chris?"
"Well," he says a bit sheepishly, "yeah, if that's OK. It can be a little rough, you know."
"I want to give you what you want," I say, "and I got pretty turned on that time watching you guys."
"Yeah, I was surprised when he suggested it," Benny says. "It feels real good for me though."
"Then I think I want to try it."
I arrange myself on my back with my neck at the edge of the mattress, my head hanging back like Chris had done. Benny throws his leg over my face like he's getting on his bike and carefully lowers himself.
The first contact is his soft, hairless ballsack on my forehead. They are very loose today and they conform to the shape of my face. Some of his warm weight pushes down on me and I like it.
In another second the tip of his cock touches my lips and I eagerly open for it, but just enough to permit him entry. I want to feel his hardness sliding between my moist lips, further and further back until I feel it reaching the entrance of my throat and he's in my mouth as far as he's ever been. His balls drape loosely across the bridge of my nose.
"Are you OK?" he asks with real concern. "Can you breathe and everything?"
I take a good sniff through my nose and relish the delicious, intoxicating aroma of his fresh hairless nuts and the exciting close-up view of his tiny pink butthole only inches from my eyes. I make the only affirmative sound I can manage, "Mmm hmm."
"OK, here goes."
Benny begins to move, tiny thrusts at first but building fast when I don't complain. In a few seconds his dick is gliding back and forth between my lips and along my tongue, his balls squishing wonderfully against my face. I flash on the idea of Izzy doing this and I'm glad Benny's cock is as small and boyish as it is. I'd do it for Izzy if he wanted me to and I'm sure I'd enjoy it but I'm also sure it would be a lot tougher going.
I'm not gagging at all and I realize that's because he isn't quite deep enough. I grab his strong flexing buns with both hands and pull him in even harder on the in-strokes, and Benny quickly joins into the rhythm.
I feel his cockhead stab into my throat proper and the little glottal noises start, just like Chris made. I moan in appreciation and Benny recognizes my tone and thrusts harder, his crotch pressing hard against my face with every pump. I find I don't have to push him off and interrupt the rhythm the way Chris did. I guess I'm better at breathing through my nose.
Pump pump pump, gag gag gag.
I don't think I'd want to do it this way every time but as a once-in-a-while change of pace it's pretty fucking great. Benny is extra turned-on just like when he tops me. There's something about the pelvic thrusting that sends his hormones into hyper-drive. I revel in the familiar Benny scents that I love so much, especially his amazingly powerful proto-masculine musk that I deeply inhale right from its very source. I smell his clean, beckoning ass too and I'm half drunk with it.
Benny supports most of his weight with his hands on the bed just outside of my hips and his knees on the floor, but a lot more of it rests on my face than in, say, a 69 position. It's not so heavy as to be oppressive but enough to be wonderfully different. I thrill too at the strength in his lithe body, the way he focuses all the power of his legs, ass and back on this one tiny part of my body, my welcoming mouth.
Benny energetically screws my face for an ecstatic and excruciating 3 minutes before he puts the pedal to the floor and slams a quarter-inch deeper for the final 20 thrusts. He cries out loudly and goes off like the finale of a 4th of July fireworks show.
And then we get dressed and go change for swimming.
At lunch I wish so hard I could tell the guys what we know about Mike and David and the whole official/unofficial camp policy on gay hijinks, but we promised we wouldn't. I think Charlie in particular should know, living in fear as he does that someone will discover his ongoing love affair with Zane, but a promise is a promise.
Speaking of Charlie, the man himself hurries up to the table near the end of the meal wearing a wide grin.
"You guys!" he sparkles. "We've been challenged to another softball game, and this time it's really cool!"
"I thought none of the other 10 and 11 cabins would play us anymore," Donny says, "because we always kick their asses!" He's grinning widely too, proud of being our team's main ass-kicker.
"That's just it," Charlie says. "It's not 10s and 11s. We'll be playing two cabins of 12s and 13s!"
A little cloud passes over Donny's face, but Benny brightens into a grin.
"I get it!" he says. "If we lose we always have the excuse that they're older and bigger, but if we win we'll be heroes!"
"Yes, I understand that Benny," Charlie says, "but we don't want to lose with a built-in excuse. We want to win! That's why Zane and I are forming a new team, the 10 and 11 All-Stars! All the best players in the 10 and 11 age group will be on the team, and I'll bet we kick those older boys' asses but good!"
"Now you're talkin'!" Donny exclaims happily. "Boy, I hope that tall kid from cabin 10 plays. He's really good."
"Shawn Evans," Charlie says. "Yep, he's in! So finish your lunches and get down to diamond number 2. We get one practice together and then the game's tomorrow."
The practice goes well but there are so many good infielders that I don't make the starting lineup. I'm disappointed but happy for Benny because he'll be starting at 2nd base. Donny and Shawn hit it off so well, joking and laughing and hanging arms around each other's necks, that Timmy sulks on the bench. I move down and sit next to him.
"Don't worry," I say softly next to his ear. "It's just a baseball thing. Donny will be back in your bunk tonight screwing your brains out!"
"Maybe I don't want him to," Timmy mumbles.
"What?" I ask in disbelief. "Don't be that way, Timmy. Donny's not interested in Shawn. He loves you!"
"Then why won't he say so?" Timmy mutters, chin on his chest. "I said it to him but he won't say it back."
I don't know what to say to that. Donny has acted head-over-heels for Timmy since the minute they met and I see stars in his eyes every time he looks at the kid. I'm convinced that he loves the little guy but Timmy's the one who needs to believe it.
"Maybe he's worried about what Charlie will think," I offer. "You know you're like a little brother to Charlie."
"I don't think that's it," Timmy says. "Charlie's happy that Donny and me are together. He always said he hoped I'd find a special friend at camp."
"Well," I begin hesitantly, "you know we have to go home on Sunday. Maybe Donny thinks if he says he loves you that you'll miss him too bad when you don't get to see him all winter."
Timmy cocks his head up at me. "Do you think so? He really loves me but he's worried about how I'll feel?"
"I can't talk for Donny," I say, "but I really think he loves you."
Timmy smiles weakly. "Thanks, Marty. I feel a little better now."
After dinner Benny and I are hiking down to the canoe launch, my name, address and phone number on a little piece of paper in my pocket. I spoke to Izzy in the chow hall and he's meeting us to take out a canoe.
Like he'd miss a chance to play with me and Benny again!
We reach the fork in the trail where you can either go down to the swimming beach or continue on to the canoe launch. Two boys have just finished swimming and are heading back to camp with wet hair and towels around their shoulders. There's something familiar but their plastered-down hair makes them look different. Finally it clicks, so I stop walking and approach them.
"You're Keith and Jimmy, right?"
"Yeah," Keith replies with a smile. "And you're Marty and Benny. Listen, we're sorry your private meadow got fucked up. It was a great place to have sex and go naked!"
"Yeah," I say. "We understand why you had to tell Mike about it."
"So you had your talk with him I guess, since you're callin' him Mike."
"Yeah, and I'm real glad we did. I was pretty worried before that."
"There's other places to go you know," Jimmy pipes in.
"We know," Benny says, then with a sly smile adds, "like the winter caretaker's cabin."
The boys smile widely. Of course they don't know that we peeked in on them there.
"That's a great place," Keith says, "but it's far away and you can't run around outside naked 'cause it's right on the trail."
"Did you ever go out to Bijou Island?" I ask.
"Where's that?" he asks, his interest perking up.
"It's smack in the middle of the lake. You need a canoe to get there but it's super private and you can run naked all you want!"
"Wow!" Keith exclaims happily, then turns to Jimmy. "I hope we can go there before we have to go home."
"Well," I say, "we're heading there right now. Wanna come?"
"Yeah!" they both cry almost simultaneously.
"Come on," Benny says, waving them along the trail with us.
The second we arrive at the canoe launch Izzy breaks into a huge smile. He's practically drooling as he looks over the two cute boys wearing nothing but swim suits.
"Keith and Jimmy, this is our friend Izzy," I say. "He's a canoe instructor so he's allowed to take us out in the evenings."
"Cool," Keith says, drinking in the tall teenage hunk just as hungrily as Izzy looks at him. Given what Mike said about Keith's desires for older boys this might be a match made in Heaven.
"They'd like to come out to the island with us," Benny says.
Izzy lights up even more. "Great!" he says, but then deflates again. "We'd need two canoes for that, and there's supposed to be a counselor in each one."
He puts his hands on his hips and thinks furiously. Jimmy and especially Keith look disappointed.
"You guys are 12, aren't you?" I ask.
"Yeah," Jimmy says. "I'll be 13 in September."
"And you've been to camp before, right? You know how to paddle a canoe?"
"Yeah," he says, "but I don't think that's the point. It's the rule, right Izzy?"
"Right," Izzy says. "I'm just a junior counselor, too. If they catch me breaking the rules it could fuck everything up for me."
I glance down at his shorts and see the telltale bulge making it's way down one leg. I suspect the little head is about to wrest control from the big head.
"What the hell?" Izzy says. "We won't get caught, and if we do I'll just pretend I didn't know the rule."
"Cool," Keith says with a big smile.
Izzy goes back to the boathouse for two more life vests and paddles and soon we are pulling hard for the island. Once again we circumnavigate and the only craft we see is a canoe just like ours, beached in the same spot as last time.
"I think the girls are here!" I say excitedly. Our new friends are only 10 feet behind us and they hear me perfectly.
"There's going to be girls?" Jimmy asks in alarm.
"Yeah," I say, "but not the way you think. They're together, gay for each other the same as we are."
"Really?" Keith muses. "I didn't know girls did that."
"Well they do," I say, "and boy do they go for each other!"
Ten minutes later the five of us are hiking up the rough trail. Shortly Jimmy yells, "Ow! Shit, my foot!"
I look at him sheepishly and say, "Oops, sorry. I forgot to warn you about the rocks and roots."
Jimmy rubs his foot and inspects it, calming down somewhat. "No permanent damage," he says. "Let's go."
In a few minutes we approach the little grotto where we first encountered Rachel and Jenny. It's shielded from the trail by the tall bushes we peeked through last time, but I won't do that today.
I clear my voice loudly to announce our presence. "Rachel? It's Marty. I have my phone number and stuff for you."
"Well bring it on in," she says. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."
We step between the bushes to find Rachel, naked as expected. She is sitting cradled cross-legged in the lap of another naked girl behind her, but it isn't Jenny. This girl is much cuter than Jenny, and in fact quite resembles Rachel except with light brown hair. Apparently this girl has been warned of our possible appearance and does not seem surprised.
"I see you brought additional players for tonight's game," Rachel says.
"This is Jimmy and Keith," I say, "and you remember Benny and Izzy."
"Yes I do," she says. "Hi boys. Now Jimmy and Keith, you need to get those suits off and let us have a look."
"What?" Jimmy exclaims nervously.
"You're seeing us naked right now," Rachel explains. "It's only fair for us to see you too. In fact," she adds, "Connie here hasn't seen any of you so you all need to strip down."
I laugh softly and begin removing my clothes. Benny smiles and does the same while Izzy strips with a blank expression. Jimmy and Keith haven't moved.
"Well come on," I say. "You wanted to go naked. Why not start now?"
Keith chuckles a little and starts sliding down his swim suit. I notice that he's watching Izzy with little attempt to hide it. Jimmy just watches Keith for a moment and then reluctantly tugs his suit down as well.
Once the seven of us are all nude together the mood actually lightens. Even Izzy smiles, perhaps in appreciation of Keith who is really pretty cute. For my part, I'm much more interested in Jimmy's wares than Connie's. Up close he definitely has a few wispy blond pubes and I wonder how much jizz he can produce.
"Stand up, honey," Rachel says to Connie. "We need to let the boys get an eyeful too."
I note that she never used any sort of pet name with Jenny. I can tell by their glances and body language that these two are much more into each other than Rachel and Jenny were, and I hope for Rachel's sake that they have something real even if only for the duration of camp.
Connie turns out to be a sweet, soft-spoken girl who doesn't seem self-conscious at all being naked with 5 boys. Weirdly she and Izzy hit it off, and are soon chatting and laughing together and, as far as I can see, completely ignoring each other's bodies.
After the close-up examinations are complete Rachel locates her shorts on the ground and fishes in the pocket, coming up with a folded slip of paper. I retrieve mine from my pants and we take a few steps away from the crowd.
"You were supposed to come yesterday," Rachel says. "You're lucky Connie was up for coming out here two days in a row."
"Yeah, something happened and we had to lay low," I say, "but it's OK now."
"Oh no," she says. "Did you get caught or something?"
"No, but it was a little tense for a minute."
"I'm glad you're OK, Marty."
"Thanks," I say. "So this Connie... You like her, huh?"
Rachel blushes pink, something I didn't think could happen. "She's great," she says softly. "I like her so much!"
"That's cool," I say, beaming. "Do you have to go home on Sunday?"
"No, we came for three weeks," she says. "Me and Connie have a whole week and a half left!"
"That's great," I say. "You don't have to tell me if it's weird that I asked, but is the sex super good?"
Rachel grins broadly, and I have my answer.
"Oh!" Rachel gasps as it dawns on her. "You go home on Sunday! You won't see Benny any more!"
"Yeah," I say with a grim smile.
I don't like that it's happening but I do like that Rachel cares about me enough to ask.
"We're going to try and keep in touch but we don't know if it'll work."
"Make it work!" she says. "Whatever it takes."
We smile together for a moment and then I look at the paper she gave me.
"You live in Sawyer Springs?" I gasp. "I live in Gresham! We could maybe ride bikes that far!"
"Oh Marty! That would be so cool!"
"We live on the east side of Gresham," I say excitedly. "Please say you live on the west side of Sawyer Springs!"
"We do!" Rachel joyfully cries. "What grade are you in?"
I don't fully understand the point of the question but I answer anyway. "Going into 5th."
"Crap, I'm going into 6th," she says, "but next year I'll go to County Middle School. Will you go there for 7th?"
"Yeah!" I nearly shout. "We'll be a grade apart but two years from now we'll be in the same school!"
"Nice!" she says, beaming at me.
I simply love Rachel's smiling face and it strikes me that I've never liked anyone so much so quickly except for Benny. Even with Jerry it took a few months to really get close.
Summer camp has been just awesome for me!
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