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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp. Actually this is the conclusion.
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"This would have been a lot easier if we knew his last name," Benny complains.
"Sorry," I say. "How many kids' last names do you know here at camp? I always just call him Bobby."
"Yeah, but you knew him from home," Benny says. "I know all my friends' last names back home."
"I only met him twice," I say, and then add with a twinkle, "but both times were real fun!"
"Well, I sure hope this is the right Bobby," Benny says. "We've been looking for kids to invite all day long and I'm tired."
"Well this is the last one and it's pretty much gotta be him," I say. "That kid in cabin 21 said this Bobby is ten and blond and comes from Gresham. How many blond ten-year-olds from Gresham can there be in camp?"
We arrive at the beach where the kid said Bobby was swimming. It's the last full day of camp for most of us and there are dozens of boys getting in one last swim before they have to go home. Most have dark hair and some are way too big to be him, but everyone is constantly moving around and it's hard to tell which ones I've already looked at and which I haven't. I give up trying to be methodical and just scan for straw-blond hair.
"There!" Benny says, and I follow his pointing finger to a light-haired boy wrestling in the water with a dark-haired friend. I peer closely and come away disappointed.
"It's not him. Too old."
"Crap," Benny says. "What about him?" he asks, pointing to a heavy-set kid with red hair.
"Seriously?" I say and give Benny a look.
"Marty?" we hear behind us and turn to find the long-sought Bobby, looking incredibly fetching in nothing but a tiny, tight swimsuit and a camp-issued towel around his neck. I can see the outline of his small dick and balls and in my mind I remember them naked.
"Hi Bobby," I say with a smile. "We were looking for you."
"Again?" he asks with teasing in his voice.
"Yeah," I say with a short laugh, "and for the same reason."
Bobby looks Benny up and down, clearly appreciating what he sees.
"This is my friend Benny," I offer. Then I lean in close and whisper, "My boyfriend."
Bobby grins and assesses Benny again. "Cool," he says. "I've got a friend now too," he adds, glancing away to a very cute boy in a similarly skimpy swimsuit, standing about ten feet away and watching us have our conversation. "Justin!" Bobby calls and waves him closer.
The boy shyly smiles and comes over to join us. He is simply adorable with sun-streaked dark brown hair and huge emerald green eyes, which look amazing against his golden tan.
The kid has dimples for fuck's sake!
I know I've seen him around and always appreciated his waifish physical charms but this is the first time I've seen so much of his lovely little body.
"This is Marty and Benny," Bobby says and the boy nods and smiles. To us Bobby says, "He's my... well, you know."
It strikes me that Bobby has come way out of his shell here at camp and now Justin is the shy one.
"Cool!" I say with a grin, picturing this pretty little guy in his delicious altogether.
"So why were you looking for me?" Bobby asks.
"We want to have an end-of-camp party this evening after dinner," I say. "We're getting together with all the kids we've been with here at camp so everybody can meet each other and, you know, do what we do one last time."
They look at each other nervously.
"How many guys are we talking about?" Bobby asks.
Benny jumps in, "If everybody shows up maybe like fourteen or fifteen."
Justin's face screws up in fear.
"That's a lot," Bobby says. "I don't know, man. I've only ever been with you before, and now Justin. And Justin's only ever been with me."
"We understand," I say. "You don't have to if you don't want to. We just didn't want to leave you out."
"I get it," Bobby says. "We want to do something before camp ends too, but just with each other."
"Where do you guys go to do stuff?" Benny asks.
"Just out in the woods," Bobby says. "We almost got caught once, didn't we Justin?"
Justin blushes and answers in a tiny high voice, "I was so scared I almost never did it again."
"Yeah, but it's too good to never do again, right?" Benny says to the boy, who blushes even more and smiles.
"There's better places for it than out in the woods," I say, echoing Chris and Charlie before me. "We could show you a really good place, so you guys can have your own private goodbye party just the two of you."
Bobby's face lights up in delight. "Could you really, Marty? That would be great!"
"Sure," I say. "Are you done swimming? We could show you right now."
The boys share an excited look.
"We can swim some more afterward," Bobby says. "Come on Justin, let's get our shoes."
In two minutes the four of us are on the path, Benny in the lead with me in the rear enjoying my view of Justin's gently rolling butt cheeks in his little blue swim suit. I'm not sure why I find this kid so darn cute but I sure do!
"This is the storage shed," Benny announces when we arrive. "It's locked but look how easy it is to get in." He slaps the door with the flat of his palm just above the keyhole and it springs open.
"Isn't that cool?" he giggles, ushering us all inside where I flip on the lights. "And look Bobby," Benny goes on, "here's how you lock it behind you so nobody can walk in while you're playing."
He finds the wooden wedge on the floor and jams it under the door, pulling firmly on the knob to prove it's secure. "There," he says, "nice and private."
I lead the boys to the back where the mattresses await. I don't say anything because they'll know what to do from here.
"Whoa!" Bobby exclaims, sharing a grin with Justin. "This is awesome! I wish I knew about this place a week ago!"
"Well, now you know for today and next year," I say.
"The heck with swimming!" Bobby says to his boyfriend. "Let's just stay here!"
Justin nods eagerly and says, "OK."
"Alright then," I say and start to move for the door. "Don't forget to wedge the door shut again after we leave."
"Wait," Bobby says, then shoots a question to Justin with his eyes. The boy looks slightly uncertain but nods.
"You guys wanna stay too?" Bobby asks. "I mean, it's the last day and we're not coming to your party."
"What do you say, Justin?" I ask. "Are you sure you're OK with that?"
"He's OK with it," Benny says, "Look!"
The front of Justin's tight little swimsuit is pulling a whole lot tighter as his dick pumps up to full inflation in about five pulses. It's tenting right out now as we all regard it and exchange smiles.
"OK, then!" I say and pull off my t-shirt. Benny does the same as Bobby and Justin both kick off their gymmies and wiggle out of their swimsuits. Both boys are raging hard, both of their cocks small and cute and delectable. Benny grins at me as we shuck down our shorts and undies and join them in happy nudity.
"Suck Justin first, Marty," Bobby says. "I do my best but it's time for him to find out what a really great blowjob feels like."
I smile kindly at the boy. "Is that OK, Justin? Can I do that for you?"
He smiles shyly and nods his head.
"Lay down for me, OK?" I say gently and he does so without hesitation. He reminds me very much of Timmy, only with dark hair and green eyes. He can't be more than six months younger than me but he seems like such a little boy, and like Timmy it's endearing as hell. I lean in and take his little stiffie right to the root.
"Mmmmm," Justin sighs happily. "I just love getting sucked."
"And I want to suck you, OK Benny?" Bobby asks.
I'm surprised at this because I've never known Bobby to suck at all. He said he'd only been with me and all he did then was lie there and accept it. Now he's admitting he actively wants to give head, so I guess Justin really got him motivated. I can totally understand it since the kid is so friggin' cute!
"Sure, man," Benny says with a smile. "Go for it!"
"Lay right next to us Benny, OK?" I ask. "I want to be able to see you guys."
They arrange themselves next to us on the mattress and Bobby eagerly takes his position between Benny's creamy thighs. Looking at them and holding Justin's marble-hard little meat between my lips I am incredibly turned on.
"You're really hot, Benny!" Bobby says and greedily engulfs my boyfriend's rigid cock.
Benny sighs as the pleasure envelopes him. "And you're making me even hotter!"
Justin squirms under my face and humps up to me a little, emitting a delightful little high-pitched moan. His small hands come to the back of my head and I am beyond thrilled. His cock is delicious, his smell intoxicating, his skin like liquid silk. I could do this forever.
"That's it, Bobby," Benny coos. "Go up and down. Yeah, just like that."
I glance over without disturbing my rhythm and Bobby is slowly and sensually pleasuring Benny's dick. He moans hungrily and really seems to be enjoying it, while the look in Benny's eyes is rapturous.
I pull back to Justin's little bullet of a cockhead and he twitches at the sensation.
"Oh Marty!" he cries softly but urgently. "Oh man it feels good!"
"Suck me, Bobby!" Benny moans, and it seems like he's getting there already. It's really fast for Benny so I guess Bobby is good at it. I decide to increase my intensity as well. Bobby touted this as a really great blowjob for Justin and I need to deliver.
I swing into my pump, pump slurp routine and it seems to hit home. Justin sucks in his breath and begins twitching and groaning like never before. When I pump he humps up to meet me, and when I slurp he clutches my head tightly and gasps as he tries to hold himself together. His little muscles tighten rhythmically and his breathing is ragged, his hands pulling my head down to his silky-soft pubic mound. I know he's going to cum any second and I strive to get him there.
"Oh yeah!" Benny exclaims and the face he makes confirms his orgasm. It's a good one, too, and part of me is proud of Bobby and part is jealous. I have no time to think about it though because Justin's stomach clenches, his little butt tightens and he bucks up to me and cums.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" come Justin's high-pitched cries, each outburst accompanied by a full-body clench. It's a good strong climax and I know I have not been one-upped. I gave this boy one terrific blowjob!
I glance over at Bobby and he is smiling happily. He's proud of the BJ he gave as well, and equally happy to be the source of another boy's wonderful pleasure. I know that feeling well, but even as we share this happiness and fulfillment a self-truth dawns on me.
This truly wonderful sex with Justin is fundamentally different from the wonderful sex I have with my Benny. I think back to each of my encounters and I realize that I appreciate different boys different ways.
With bold and confident boys from Benny to Izzy I am thrilled to fulfill their desires. I love to please them and dearly want them to tell me what they desire so that I can give it to them exactly the way they want me to. But with a less assertive boy, and especially a smaller and younger one, my own desires come out and I enjoy the boys for what they give to me.
It's not as simple as who does what to whom. I was the one servicing Justin just now but it was for my enjoyment even more than his. Yes there was an element of fulfilling his desires; I was still happy that I could give him such pleasure, but it was also largely about my own need, the physical act of sucking him. I wanted to taste him and experience his sweet, soft body. I took my own visceral, carnal pleasure.
With Benny and Donny and Izzy, as well as Ryan and Richard back home, the biggest part of my pleasure came from giving myself. It's thrilling to submit to someone else, someone I like and respect and trust to have my feelings at heart as well. I'm not really being dominated, not forced against my will. It's kind of a game where they get to be dominant and I get to give myself up to them. I wouldn't like it if it was real, but pretend submission is a gas!
Boys are delightfully complicated too. Benny for example, and now Bobby it seems, started out meek and submissive, and now they are taking charge and thrilling me with their boldness. Not that I didn't love being with them before, but now they bring something even more interesting to the table.
To the mattress in this case, though I'd certainly do it on a table if they said so!
We pass a blissful hour delighting one another in various pairings, three-ways and all-ways. Neither boy has heard of rimming, but after I demonstrate on Benny they are both intrigued enough to try. Bobby's tight little brown orifice opens easily for my tongue and in one minute he is gasping and moaning his ecstasy. Justin takes a little longer to relax for Benny but when he finally does he gets so excited that he rolls my boyfriend into a fierce 69 that rapidly brings them both to bucking, gasping orgasm. Bobby finishes me off with his newly-acquired oral technique, which I have to admit is pretty fucking good. I appreciate his skills, one natural to another.
Our final dinner is delicious, voted the favorite dish in a camp poll. They call it Chuck Wagon Stew, but it isn't really stew at all. It's more like Sloppy Joe served over macaroni instead of a hamburger bun, but whatever the name it's a major hit with the campers and Benny and I join the line going back for seconds. Dessert is the old standby chocolate pudding and I don't hear a single complaint in the entire chow hall.
The cabin 12 boys are especially congenial at this final dinner. Breakfast in the morning will be our real final meal together but guys will be distracted and hurried with packing and getting ready to be picked up, so we all sense the import of this dinner.
"I want to propose a toast," Donny says grandly, holding high his paper cup of fruit punch.
We all quiet down and raise our cups as well.
"To the best bunch of campers in the whole world," Donny says with tremendous sincerity. "I'll be back next year and I hope every single one of you is too. You're my friends forever. To cabin 12!"
"To cabin 12!" we all shout, and silently "clink" glasses with everyone we can reach. I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm a little choked up, knowing that I won't see these wonderful guys for at least a year, and more than likely never again for a few of them. We share something a lot bigger than just a cabin. We share a knowledge of ourselves that we didn't have coming in.
We grew up a little, together.
It's very special, and I study the faces of all of my new friends so that I never forget them. Of course some of them will be coming to the party in an hour or so and I'll be studying other parts of them as well!
The shower house is as full as I've ever seen it. Benny, Donny, Timmy and I want to be nice and clean for the party, ready for anything a tongue might want to explore, and I imagine gay boys all over camp have similar fun planned for the final evening. Those straight boys who are taking showers probably just don't want to bother with it in the morning, knowing they'll have to pass a sniff test before their Moms let them in the car.
The panorama of naked boys is a perfect warm-up for the evening we have planned, and the four of us share secret smiles as we ogle the soapy beauties around us. It's like a greatest hits montage of all the camp showers I've had in the past two weeks as I recognize boys I've previously lusted after as well as some I already know quite intimately.
Chris and Eddie give us a sly nod from across the room. Apparently Eddie has decided the lure of a dozen or so stiff cocks is worth the risk of so many guys knowing his secret and he will attend after all. Brent and Nicky come right over to say hello, Brent as always looking fabulous in the nude. Nicky is about half-hard but doesn't seem to care who sees. I don't see Jimmy or Keith but there's enough eye candy to keep me quite occupied and I don't really search for them.
I glance over to find Nicky fully erect and I marvel that we all aren't. Actually I feel a twitch in my own Down Under and decide the appetizer course is finished.
"C'mon, you guys," I say quietly. "Let's get the show on the road."
Timmy grins up at Donny in boyish enthusiasm as the rest of us share smiles. I catch Chris' eye and nod toward the lockers and he nods his understanding.
This is happening, and it's happening soon.
We decide that a dozen boys shouldn't all troop out to the cabin in a group. It would surely be noticed and invite suspicion, so we hike in pairs as usual. Chris and Eddie take the lead followed a few minutes later by Benny and me.
"This is going to be epic," Benny giggles.
He's older than me and I defer to him in most things even beyond sex, but sometimes he giggles like this and reminds me that he's still a delightful young boy. I just can't help myself and I grab his arm, stopping him and turning him to face me.
"What...?" he begins in confusion but I shut him up with a deep, firm kiss on his lips. He is surprised but he instantly goes with it, wrapping his arms around me and matching my passion in full.
"I just can't help it, Benny," I pant after we have to break for air. "I love you so much!"
"Me too, Marty," he returns, his blue-gray eyes locked with mine. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
We engage again in another deep kiss, then smile as we resume our hike, hand in hand.
We get to the fork in the trail where the broken tree limb points the way to the cabin and Benny tightens his grip on my hand. He's looking down the trail in the other direction, away from the cabin. I don't see anything but I hear hurried footsteps receding in the distance.
"Was that Chris and Eddie?" he asks, bewildered. "Why would they be going that way? Chris knows where the cabin is. He's the one who showed us!"
"It must not have been them," I say.
"The tall kid was wearing a gray t-shirt and the short kid had a green one," Benny says, "just like Chris and Eddie."
"Well then what the hell?" I wonder, just as someone steps onto the trail from behind a tree. It's a big teen, not a counselor so he must be one of the 15s. We both startle and turn to run.
"Wait!" the kid yells and we stop, eyeing him warily and poised to take off after all. "Are you Benny and Marty?"
I know it's chicken-shit but I halfway hide behind my boyfriend.
Hey, I'm a lover not a fighter.
"Who's askin'?" Benny challenges, with bravado all three of us know he can't back up.
"My name's Joe," he says. "Listen, you can't go to the caretaker's cabin. There's a bunch of assholes waiting there to beat you up!"
I gasp in fear and confusion, but Benny stands firm. I know he's trying to be strong for me and I love him all the more.
"Why would they do that?" he asks.
"Well," the kid hesitates, "for bein', you know, what you are."
"What are you saying?" Benny pushes, but I'm pretty sure what the kid means.
"You know," Joe says in a low voice even though we're in the middle of the woods. "Queer."
"Who says we are?" Benny challenges, keeping up his false confidence.
"There's this kid Troy," Joe says, "who has a bunch of guys all heated up about queers. He somehow got wind that there are two young boys named Marty and Benny who are, like, leaders of a whole gang of queers. He heard a rumor that there's a homo party happening at the cabin tonight and he made up this whole stupid story about how you bring innocent kids out here and turn them queer somehow. They don't know what you look like, and I didn't either until now, but there's three big guys waiting to beat the shit out of whoever shows up."
I cower further behind my boyfriend.
"How do you know all this?" Benny demands.
"He tried to get me to come with him. I had to pretend I hated queers too so he wouldn't get suspicious. I told him I'd meet him at the cabin but I came out here to warn you instead."
"Why would you risk pissing off a bunch of assholes just to save a couple of fags?" Benny asks defiantly.
I have no idea where he's getting the balls.
"What is it, Joe?" Benny pushes. "Are you gay too?"
"No!" Joe insists, but then softens his attitude. "Not anymore, I guess I should say. When I was your age I fooled around with a lot of boys, especially here at camp, and it was really fun. I did it for like three years until I started thinking that way about girls instead. Most of the boys I used to do stuff with have switched to girls now too, but there are still a couple who like boys. In fact my best friend back home thinks he's probably gay for real. When I think about this asshole Troy beating up good, kind people like Trevor it pisses me off, and I can't let him get away with it."
Benny seems satisfied with this story and he relaxes significantly.
"OK, thanks Joe," he says. "We'll head back and warn the others."
"And tell those first two guys too," Joe says. "The second they saw me the little one squealed like a three-year-old and took off running, and the other one took off after him. I never got to say a word."
David knocks on the door of cabin number one and in a few seconds Mike opens it. It's a whole cabin just for Mike, set up like a one-bedroom apartment except with no kitchen. I can see through an open door that he gets a bathroom.
"Hey, David," Mike greets with a smile. Noticing us behind him he asks, "What's up, fellas?"
"Can we come in for a minute, Mike?" David asks. "There's a bit of a situation."
Mike sighs and waves us in. "Can't get through the last night without something, eh?"
"I'm afraid not," David says. "Benny, tell Mike what Joe told you."
Benny goes through the whole story, leaving our friends names out of it. He presents it as just me and him going to the cabin for a private and discreet farewell love-fest, in keeping with Mike's rules.
"Will Joe back you up on this?" Mike asks.
"I'm sure he would," Benny says, "but you don't really have to make this about gay stuff at all."
Mike and David look at him with interest. "Go on," Mike says.
"Well, those guys broke into the cabin and I'm sure there's a rule against that," Benny says. "Plus, knowing what kind of jerks they are I'll bet they have cigarettes and maybe even beer or something. If you just went there and busted them Marty and I wouldn't even have to be involved."
The two men look to one another, considering.
"They're not going to volunteer that they were planning to beat up a couple of younger boys," David observes. "They'll take their punishment for breaking in and whatever and that will be the end of it."
"It doesn't address the root problem though," Mike says. "We can't have boys here who are capable of gay-bashing, or any kind of bashing for that matter. It isn't right."
I pipe in for the first time, "If they're fifteen then they can't come back next year anyway."
"True," Mike says. "And I can justify banning any younger ones just on the break-in. I wish I could address the main issue but they never actually bashed anyone, did they? You can't punish someone for something they haven't done yet. I guess banning is the best I can do."
Benny and I sigh in relief and make happy eye contact.
"But you guys were going to break into the cabin yourselves, weren't you?" Mike says with serious eyes.
Oh shit! We didn't think of that.
"You wouldn't actually break in though, would you boys?" David comes to our rescue. "You know where the key is hidden, right?"
Benny and I stand in the gravel parking lot with our backpacks at our feet. I can hardly look at him, afraid I'll burst into tears. I finger the note in my pocket like it's my most treasured object, and in fact it is. Benny's address and phone number are my lifeline back to him and I'll guard them with my life.
We each have similar notes from the other cabin 12-ers too. After a rather somber breakfast we said our tearful goodbyes back at the cabin, vowing to be friends forever and to meet right back in cabin 12 next summer. I mean it and I think they do too, but who knows?
Our final night was spectacular, one for the ages. Charlie went to Zane's and it was our turn to use his bedroom, and boy did we use it! We did everything we could think of — twice — and then invited the other boys to come in two at a time as what Benny called "guest stars." Finally in sheer exhaustion we passed out in each other's arms and slept like the angels were protecting us.
I notice a big kid in the crowd waving at me and I recognize Joe. I tap Benny and we both look when Joe nods toward a small ruckus over by a gigantic station wagon with wood panels on the sides. A large, gruff-looking man is giving his son a verbal going-over, and though I can only pick up the occasional phrase his tone of voice is unmistakably angry. The kid himself is pretty big but nothing like his Dad and he silently cowers as he stashes his backpack in the cargo compartment.
I pick up the Dad saying, "Get in the damn car, Troy! Wait till I get you home!" He slams the door when the kid is barely inside then stomps angrily around to the driver's door fuming, "Breaking into a cabin! And smoking? What the hell were you thinking? Cigarettes will kill you boy, and if they don't I will!"
Joe makes eye contact with us again and we share a grin. Thanks to Troy and his goons we didn't get our big end-of-camp party but it's just as well, since it was a terrible idea anyway. We had something nearly as good in Charlie's bedroom so I'm satisfied. I still wonder which of our friends spilled the beans and let our names get out as gay ringleaders but I'm sure it was by accident. No harm no foul, I guess.
"Benny!" a man's voice calls and we spin around to see his Mom and Dad standing next to their car.
"Come on, Marty!" Benny shouts, and we grab up our backpacks and hurry over to them. Benny runs into his mother's arms and she enfolds him like he's been gone two years rather than two weeks. She smothers him with kisses and there is no eye-rolling or pulling away like when he was dropped off. Benny grew up a lot here at camp but he's still a boy who loves his Mom.
After slightly less mushy greetings from his Dad Benny pulls me forward and says, "Mom, Dad, I want you to meet the best friend I ever had in my whole life! This is Marty."
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Wilson," I say, offering a hand to shake. Benny's Dad shakes my hand and both Mom and Dad smile sincerely.
"Very nice to meet you, Marty," she says. "I don't think Benny has ever introduced any of his friends quite like that."
"We've been best friends since the first day of camp," I say. "Benny is really great."
"So is Marty," Benny gushes and I'm afraid we're being a little too effusive. I doubt our rhapsodic mutual praise would be enough to tip that we are gay lovers but it's edging into an uncomfortable area.
"Can I maybe go visit him in Gresham sometime?" Benny begs, sounding much younger than he usually does. The parent-child dynamic has a way of keeping even a big kid feeling about six years old. "I can't go a whole year without seeing him!"
"You live in Gresham, Marty?" his Dad says. "That's not so far, and I have clients over that way. Maybe we can arrange some weekend sleepovers if your folks are OK with it."
Benny and I turn to each other in surprised elation. My heart fills and I can't contain my grin.
"Do you mean it? For real?" Benny exclaims. "Thanks, Mom and Dad! You're the best!"
"We have to meet Marty's parents of course," Mom says, "so no promises."
As if by divine intervention my Mom's voice comes from behind.
"Marty! Over here!"
"Don't go anywhere!" I say and run over to my folks, getting the same hugs and slobbering kisses Benny received. When they are done hugging me I begin dragging both of them by their hands saying, "You've got to come meet Benny and his parents. Come on!"
"Hi," Benny's Dad jovially says, offering a hand. "We're Kate and Dave Wilson. You must be Marty's folks. These two have apparently started quite a friendship!"
"Judy and Art Daniels," my Dad replies, shaking hands enthusiastically. "Something tells me they sort of like each other. Maybe it's because Marty mentioned Benny about 17 times in every letter he sent home."
Benny's Dad chuckles. "Marty's name came up a few hundred times in Benny's letters, too."
"Benny's the best kid I ever met!" I say, looking straight at my lover and making him blush. Suddenly I am ashamed to have thrown my best friend back home under the bus and I turn bright red and add, "Except for Jerry."
I've told Benny all about Jerry, my best friend since I was seven and the architect of my summer camp fundraising.
"It's OK," Benny says, letting me off the hook with an easy smile. "I'll be the second-best kid you ever met."
"Um, well..." I stammer, "maybe you can take turns."
This gets a big laugh from all the grownups in a kids-say-the-darndest-things sort of way and we are all back to smiles.
"So listen," Benny's Dad says, "apparently these boys would simply die if they had to wait until next summer to see each other again, so we're formulating a plan. If you have time, how about we all stop in at that diner on Route 47 for some lunch and discussion? You saw it I'm sure. The one with the giant chicken on the roof?"
"Oh yes," my Dad says dryly. "I wonder what their specialty is?"
We all laugh again and it looks like our Dads are making friends about as fast as we did. The two Moms are huddled together, each insisting that the other's outfit is the cutest thing ever, and Benny and I share another grin.
I never would have dreamed that our parents would react this way. I completely expected my Dad to complain about schlepping me back and forth to Warrenville, and say something about how it's just a silly summer camp friendship and I'll forget all about Benny in a week. I thought we'd have to go through a whole thing of introducing Rachel's cousin and getting them to trust him to drive us — that is if Isaac was even willing to do it — and it would be a whole big production. I still don't quite believe our luck!
I turn back to the Dads and they are discussing the best route to take home to beat the traffic. The Moms are now figuring out which family should host the first sleepover, and I hear my Mom telling his Mom that my favorite dinner is spaghetti. Benny and I meet eyes in so much happiness I think we're both going to float up to the sky, and I know that things are going to work out just fine.
Summer camp is the best!
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