The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
CH4
On Tuesday and Wednesday, Tristan spent time with me. We made plans to take David and Travis on a camp out Thursday, close by the house in case we needed anything.
There was a risk of hurting Travis so bad he would never see any of us again, but it was a risk I was willing to take. Tristan tried to go over everything with me. He even planned what Travis would do in advance so I would not be shocked by anything, but I was shocked about everything Tristan was telling me.
On Thursday morning, I called Travis and invited him. He of course became excited and wanted to come over right then. I told him no. He started crying and slammed the phone on the hook. I looked at Tristan, "How did you know what he would do?"
"Because it's the same thing David does. Don't worry, he will be here. Now we need to go get everything set up."
I was nervous. I didn't even know why. I wanted Travis out of my life, then I would get upset thinking I wouldn't have him at all. Unlike Tristan and David, Travis had become so close that he was a part of me. I knew Tristan was right, Travis did think he owned me, and that was going to stop one way or the other. It would be up to Travis to choose what he wanted. The thought of Travis beating Tristan or me to a bloody pulp never occurred to us.
Right after lunch, the doorbell rang and I answered it. It was David, excited as ever just to be with the four of us. He first asked if Travis arrived, then when he saw Tristan, he ran and hugged him, "I thought you ran away and left me. You shouldn't scare me like that, Tristan. I would never do that to you!"
Tristan let him fuss a few minutes then looked at him, "That is enough, I didn't leave you. I just wanted to be with Steve for a couple of days before school started ... alone with Steve, but didn't we invite you to a pre camp out? We didn't have to invite you, I hope you know that."
David looked sad for a few seconds and then his face lit up, "I was just being silly. I know better." He looked at me, "When will Travis be..."
The doorbell rang and David ran to open the door. Travis stood there beaming. He brought all of his new camping gear in and set it on the floor, then came over to me, saying hello to the others, "I am sorry I acted stupid on the phone. I was just being a baby."
Tristan answered, "It doesn't matter that you are smarter than all of us put together, in reality you still are a baby. You are a spoiled baby at that. Maybe you will learn something before tomorrow night and not embarrass yourself in front of the whole school."
Travis frowned, "The whole school? I thought it was just our class."
"Yes, even the babies are going on the day camp, but the 5th through 8th grades are staying the night." Tristan explained.
I stood up, "We better get going." I was growing more and more apprehensive about the whole deal and felt like calling it off. We could see the tent we set up from the backyard. Everything was going fine until we reached the spot where Dad had stopped cutting the grass. Travis stopped and looked at the tall grasses and weeds. All we had on were our shorts, and it really never dawned on me that something could be wrong. Travis looked at us, "We can't go out there without protection guys. There are mosquitoes and those biting flies, chiggers and bugs, and who knows what else is out there at night."
We all gave him a strange look. He set down his pack and pulled out a bottle of lotion and threw one to me, then one to Tristan, and another to David, "Mom said you guys wouldn't be prepared." He took off his shorts and started rubbing the lotion all over himself. David started doing the same thing. Tristan hesitated but he followed. I was not going to do it. The breeze was just enough to give me a boner, and there was no way I would get naked and have them laughing at me all night. I was surprised Tristan would even consider it.
Without getting my shorts off, I started rubbing the lotion on me. Then Travis looked at me strange, "Could you get my back and butt?"
I frowned and ignored him.
"Please Steve?" He begged.
I looked up and saw that Tristan was taking care of David, so I decided to take care of Travis. When I finished, he turned and smiled, "Thank you, now let me get your backside. Steve, you still have your shorts on. Those are the places they like best. Now, get them off or you will be eaten alive and won't be any fun tonight."
"I can't."
He looked at me as if I were stupid. "Steve, you know how to take off your shorts."
"Duh!" I shot back, "It is not that. I just can't do it right now."
"Well you better do it right now or you'll have chiggers all inside your pee pee hole and mosquito bites all over your balls and dangly. Then, they will lay eggs and have to cut your whole penis off."
I looked at Tristan who was biting his lip trying to find something to say to save me. He just finished David's bum and David turned to see me standing there like a nut case. He looked up at Tristan who was looking at me. David poured oil on his hand and grabbed Tristan and put the lotion on him. Tristan tried to jump back but it was too late. David had a firm grip on Tristan and rubbed it all over. Travis was not looking at them, he was facing me.
Now that Tristan could not laugh at me, I pulled my shorts off, fighting the feeling of the air blowing against my privates. "See ... that didn't hurt."
Travis was grinning as he finished up, "At least they can't get you there. Now put some on your boy parts and we can put our shorts on and go."
I stood there trying to think of everything but my boy parts and my face had to be turning red. Travis came around to the front and looked at me, "Very well then." Without warning, his hand grabbed me. He smiled, "See, now you can put your shorts on, and that didn't hurt a bit."
He turned around and put the cap on the bottle. Then he looked at David who was standing with an open mouth, "What's wrong David?" Travis asked.
David turned to Travis, "I hurt Tristan. All I did was put lotion on his... Oh my! They both have boners!"
Travis turned and looked at my boy parts, "Do you guys have to go pee pee?"
No one said a word. Then Travis sighed, "We will carry your shorts, nothing will bite you anywhere now. But if you put them on again you might break that piece, the shorts are too tight." Travis wiped his eyes, "I am sorry if I did that. I didn't mean to. I just didn't want you to get eaten alive."
My little prick was awake now and there was nothing in the world I could do to get rid of the heat building up in it. Trying to stop thinking about what just happened, I barked, "Let's go now!" I picked up my shorts and threw them on Travis' head as we started walking toward the tent.
He kept yakking about how sorry he was and how he hoped that it got well. I was thinking that he might want to `kiss it better' which just made the situation worse. I was not really mad at Travis, but I was definitely upset about my situation. Tristan wasn't talking either and David followed him silently, afraid Tristan would turn on him.
Tristan had decided that he would go on as if nothing were unusual, then give the two severe reprimanding when it was appropriate. However, I did not know what Tristan was thinking. My concern, as I knew it, was it was not going away after being touched like that, and how was I going to get rid of it with the three of them around.
By the time we got to the tent, Travis was balling his eyes out blubbering about me not hating him. Then he grabbed me around the waist and hugged me, begging for mercy. His body, against my raging boner, helped nothing. It made it worse. I picked him up and hugged him so he couldn't touch it.
"Travis, I am not mad at you. Well, maybe a little, but I do not hate you. You didn't know, and I was too stupid and just stood there like an idiot, not even trying to explain it to you."
It took him awhile to settle down. David just stood near Tristan, shaking. He knew he was in trouble and had no idea what to say to the big guy that protected him. David's arms were tight against his body and his hands folded, his little frame was shaking and then I saw the tears running down his face. I looked at Tristan who was pacing back and forth in front of the tent. I presumed he was trying to stop thinking so it would go away.
"Tristan? Tristan?" I called. Tristan looked at me and I nodded at David.
Tristan stopped and looked at our classmate. "Crap." He walked over and knelt in front of David and hugged him, "I am frustrated, and yes, upset, but I am not mad at you, and I am not going to hurt you. I love you David. We love you. Settle down, I will get over this before we go to bed."
Then it hit me. It was the lotion. The smell Travis always had, had been that lotion. It was a sweet, sexy smell. It was like a scent, and I loved that scent, at least on him. I sniffed his neck as I felt his tears rolling down my back. Then he said those words that tear apart mothers, fathers, friends and relatives, husbands and wives. The words that break down every barrier known to man. His blubbering crying forcing out, "I love you Steve. I never meant any harm or to get you upset. I didn't know that would happen. I didn't mean to embarrass you or make you upset."
I heard myself saying the wrong thing and I knew it was wrong but it just came out, "I know you didn't mean to and you didn't break it. It felt so good! No one has ever touched it before, and it just popped up. Many things make it pop up. This time, it just felt good and I wasn't ready for it."
He wiped his tears on my shoulder and leaned back and looked at me, "You mean you liked it, and I made it happen? You are not mad at me, just mad because it embarrassed you?"
I stammered, "Well. Well, I didn't mean it exactly like that, but yes in a way I suppose." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan with a grimace on his face staring at me. ... "You just can't be touching it like that Travis." I told him.
Travis leaned back away from me, and looked between my legs, "When I said the other day that two were really cute, you were one of them." He sighed, "But now, it is absolutely beautiful."
Travis was not helping my raging boner at all. He was sincerely trying to be sweet; you could tell that by how he was acting. I looked over to Tristan, who was talking to David. "You are not nine years old. You know how easy it is for all of us to get a boner, and you get them yourself all the time. You do not have the excuse that Travis does. How could you do that David?"
David squirmed, "I didn't think it would do it just from putting that oily lotion on it. Travis and I put it on and we didn't get a boner!"
Tristan was a lot bigger than I was down there, but I was a lot bigger than David was, and giant compared to Travis. Still with a hard on, I sat down on the log closest to me. Travis pulled out his sleeping bag and put it at my feet and sat between my legs, but sideways so he could study my protrusion. He leaned his head against my leg and became quiet.
I listened intently to Tristan, who now focused on David instead of me. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. That feeling older boys talked about. I knew if I didn't have to go pee soon I would get blue balls and hurt for weeks. Then again, maybe it was just for teenagers, they did say I was too little for that. Tristan talked to David sternly, but gently, about other things.
I looked down at Travis who was watching my private's throb, "Travis," I started, "We need to talk too."
He looked up at me, "Did I do something else wrong?"
"Well, yes and no. That is what we need to talk about." I tried to smile, "You know how that gym equipment got in my house?"
He looked back at my boner, "I asked Mac to get it over there, but I didn't know he was going to buy a new one." Travis looked back up at me, "How long will it move like that?" He referred to my boner.
"Probably it will do that until I have to go pee." I answered, "Travis why did you ask to spend the night at my house without talking to me first? You know, there are things I like to do. They don't all include you."
He was staring between my legs still and looked up at me for a moment, "I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you would love me there. I was wrong. I won't do it again."
"Well, I would have loved you there, but it is not like you asked me if I had plans, or what I wanted to do. You just took over as if I didn't matter!"
His lips twisted and I knew he was thinking of what I was saying. He looked up, "So you are saying that I am too bossy and you need to be the boss." His attention went right back to my pulsing member.
My stomach tightened up and the muscles in my bum started jerking. My legs became shaky. Travis looked up at me, "You are breathing funny, are you alright?"
"I am fine." I answered, "I just need to go lie down in the tent for a few minutes. Can you wait here for me?"
He looked at me strange and nodded. Tristan may or may not have seen me going to the tent. It did not matter. I couldn't take it anymore. I lay on one of the air mattresses Tristan and I put out earlier and started to rub myself with the palm of my hand as fast as I could go. It only took a few seconds for that deep, tickling feeling.
Slowly, it coursed through my stomach and legs. My behind started pushing up off the bed with my free hand. I felt my hot flesh. Then the feeling went to my toes and I began bucking as my body convulsed. I bucked until I was tight and couldn't move at all almost immediately, as it pushed me up into the air and I felt my dry orgasm take over my body.
That just made my hot boner want more, so I closed my eyes and started again. I had four tremors or more before my body was relieved and I lay their quietly catching my breath, feeling the tingling through me. It would like more, but my arm was worn out. It would take me several minutes to calm down, but fever was over for now. It would still be awhile before the swelling went down, but I could now live with it.
When my breathing became almost normal, I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Travis right next to me sitting on the heels of his feet. He was rocking back and forth with a worried look on his cute little face. His eyes were wide open in shock and fixated on my now cooling toy. "Travis, I thought I told you to stay outside and wait for me." I said trying to find something to cover myself.
He was now looking at my face, "You sounded like you were in pain and sick. Tristan took a walk, leaving David and me alone. David told me not to bother you so I didn't. I was just watching. Does it hurt when you have to do that?"
I just lay there looking at him bite his lower lip. The look on his face would make you want to cry. He was actually worried, worried sick. "It will go soft again now, well, soon anyway. The pain is gone now. Boys have to do that sometimes to stop hurting."
Without warning he leaned over it and kissed my glands, "I am sorry, I will try not to make you hurt ever again." Then with tears in his eyes, he ran out the flaps of the tent.
My dick had just had its first kiss and I was trembling, wanting to call him back and explain what just happened better and comfort him, but also scared that by doing that, I would cause him even more distress. I sat up and looked around the tent, hearing him whimper and cry. Then I heard David talking to him, telling him it was all right, and I would be fine.
I waited a few more minutes when my member had settled down. This wasn't my day, even though I just tickled myself to pieces. Nothing was going the way Tristan and I had planned it. I crawled out of the tent and stood up. David was sitting next to Travis, holding Travis' shoulders, talking to him in a squeaky, low voice. David looked up at me and frowned. I had guessed Travis told him what he saw.
I sat down next to Travis, "Sorry bud, you shouldn't have seen what I was doing in there. Nothing can be done about it now." David unwrapped himself from Travis and I gave Travis a hug. It was a very long side-to-side hug. His arms were around my middle, his head buried under my arm. My arm was around his head.
David sat up, "I wish Tristan would come back soon. I will get the fire started so we can eat dinner." I smiled at him, "David, you love Tristan a lot?"
"Duh!" Came the reply, "He treats me like I am a baby, and he is only a month older than me. Just because he is bigger does not mean I am a baby."
He looked over at the two of us hugging, "Just because Travis is little doesn't make him a baby either. It just means he doesn't have the real life experiences we do. A case in point is today. You guys got so upset for nothing, which upset us, still upsets us. We don't even understand why what we did was so wrong. You guys throw us around, make us play dress up, and constantly tease us. But when we try to cuddle or be close, it is like we are aliens or something."
The fire started and David sat back and watched it. It was then I noticed that David had his own little boner. I had never seen him with one before. He turned to look at me, "I know what you big guys do Steve, with your boner. Now Travis knows too. He just got a close up of it. I suppose in front of the guys, you will all declare you never touched it or nothing. I am starting to get the idea that the bunch of you lie to me... to each other, a lot."
"It's just something you don't go around telling others about," Tristan said, coming into the camp, his boner completely gone. "I don't want any of you telling anyone what happened this afternoon. Do you all understand?"
"Yes." I answered. The two others agreed as well.
Tristan smiled and opened the cooler, bringing hot dogs, hot dog buns, ketchup, and mustard out. "Have you guys noticed there isn't a mosquito or fly that has come near us?"
Travis lifted his head up and slightly let loose of me, "I told you it worked. I think though, you guys might have to put more on your danglies. I think you both wore it all off there."
I know I blushed, but there was no doubt Tristan blushed. "I will put some more on just because you said so, Travis. Isn't that better than telling me I have to or sneaking up on me?" I asked.
He looked up at my face, "I guess, but it is a lot harder to do than just to do it."
Tristan smiled, "You are younger than us. I don't expect you do everything we tell you, I suppose, but when it comes to Steve, if you want to be around him... you need to listen to what he says and feels too. Like, it is one thing for you to invite him to stay at your house for the night, but you can't be inviting yourself to his house without him knowing about it."
"Then there is the thing with this exercise. You have been doing it awhile but you want us, and especially Steve, to do exactly what you want, as you do it. I don't think that's fair. Maybe he doesn't want to be a muscle man. We all want to look better but we don't have to ride forty miles a day... unless we want to, or lift weights all the time. We want to play too. We don't want to give up the things we are used too. What you do is up to you, but now you have been starting to tell us what to eat and even scolding Steve for what he is drinking. How fair is that Travis?"
Travis bowed his head, "I just want Steve to..."
"You want him to look like Mac, don't you Travis?" Tristan broke in.
Travis raised his head, "No way! I don't want him to look like he is deformed. That is exactly what Mac looks like! I just want you to be fit." He said looking up at me.
"See, you haven't talked to him about that either. You just took control and decided that is what you want and that is the way it's going to be." He looked at David, "This one includes you as well. You guys just can't be touching us anytime you feel like it, especially in front of other people. You guys want us to hold you all the time. That is great, but when we want to, you both start touching us all over. People see that and think we made you do it, and maybe think we are making you have sex or something. Today is a prime example. What you did was not wrong, you were trying to help, but you didn't even know what you would be doing to us, and you only cared when we got upset. You can't be doing those things just whenever you want. You shouldn't be doing them at all. Boy's are not supposed to be doing that."
Travis cocked his head, "Sex?"
Tristan frowned as he put the hotdogs on the individual spits, "Yes, your boners are for feeling good and for sex. David has just started noticing his, and you will have awhile yet, Travis, but Steve and I can't control our danglies. It takes a long time to learn how to do that. And you both touched our sex parts today. You just can't be doing that at all. What if those boners decided they wanted to have sex with you? Then you would be in a mess wouldn't you?"
I could not see Travis' face but I could see David's, and he grinned... thinking about it. David looked at Travis and they both laughed. Tristan frowned, "Well, funny or not, you will know someday what it is like."
David looked at Tristan, "Well, maybe we want some sex too. Did you ever think of that? You guys went and had sex and didn't invite us. Is that fair?"
That even made me grin. Tristan sighed, "That was not sex. That was playing with our boners until they stopped hurting, and did you notice we were not even in the same place? Just a minute, this is getting out of hand. We are supposed to be talking about how Travis should treat Steve, and you treat me better, so Steve and I don't feel like we are being suffocated." Tristan stopped and looked at Travis, "And you are one hundred times worse than David is. At least David tries to work things out with me. You just tell your family and run right over Steve!"
Travis looked at Tristan, "So I guess Steve has to be the boss, and I am supposed to ask him what is okay?"
"Well not for everything, but yes, most of the time. It is not as if you have to ask him if you can go pee or something like that, but if you want to go do something with Steve, you should talk to him first instead of make plans where he doesn't have a choice, so I guess yeah maybe, Steve is the boss. I am a boss, sort of."
He started handing us the metal spikes, with the hot dogs impaled; I showed Travis how to cook the hot dogs over the fire. I looked over at David and still saw that he was sporting a boner. Then it hit me he may not even know what to do with it. That would be up to Tristan to tell David. Leaning over Travis I worked on teaching him how to cook over a fire, something that was pretty cool. My mind was thinking about the kiss and I whispered to him, "I don't think you should tell anyone about that kiss Travis. Tristan and David would not even understand kissing another boy's sex parts."
He turned his head toward me and grinned, "Our secret then." He turned his head back to the hot dog.
"We are going to make S'mores, you know, chocolate and melted marshmallow between graham crackers, later, and there are plenty of hot dogs and pop. Although, I think pop would be a little too much for Travis, it might make him act drunk. So I brought him a couple of root beers. There is no caffeine in them and not as sugary. The same for you too David, you will be up all night if I gave you a cola."
"That's ok, I understand." David grinned at Travis, "The root beer is a lot better anyway. They do this so we fall asleep and they can talk about big guy stuff, stuff that they think we are not supposed to know about."
Travis laughed for the first time that day. "Older guys are silly, I guess." He said.
We started eating and what we talked about were just generalities of the weekend, spending two nights out under the stars with everyone else. When we started to make the S'mores, Travis panicked. Tristan looked at him,
"Remember, I said sometimes you will have to do what we want? We rode 40 miles with you Tuesday. Today you have to have one of our treats."
We made the treats and ate them. Travis of course wanted more so we made more. When we were filled up, Tristan put more logs on the fire and smiled, "I guess it is story time now."
I frowned, "He is nine-years-old. He is not ready for our stories!"
Tristan ignored me and started telling one of those `a long time ago on the desert' stories, the ones that make Freddie Kruger look like a fairy tale. I had never noticed it before but I was noticing it now. I had seen it on television and a few movies, but made for TV movies always showed everyone sitting alone. Ghost stories and the like were told, but now I noticed Travis and David moving closer to us every few minutes until Travis had his naked backside between my legs as tight as he could get to me. After Tristan made both boys jump out of their skin, Travis took my arms and wrapped them round him, "Now I am scared!"
Tristan giggled and told me it was my turn. Mine was more funny than scary, but leading up to the funny ending did give you the shivers. The little ones told their stories too. Then I noticed Travis yawning. "You ready for bed now?"
"I want to stay up, but I am used to being in bed way earlier than this." He smiled.
I helped him fix up his new sleeping bag and pillow and sat on mine that he had placed next to his. He said goodnight to everyone, and quickly fell asleep. I told another story and then David was ready for bed, falling asleep on Tristan. Tristan asked me to open the sleeping bag and then he moved David into it. He zipped him up and giggled, "He can never get out of it without help."
When we were sure they were sound asleep, we talked about the two of them. I left out the kiss part but told the rest. Tristan had several similar experiences with David and by the time Tristan had finished we were both falling asleep too. I knew Tristan was telling the truth about David, I was not sure hero-worship was what I would call Travis.
I have no idea how long I slept, but woke to find Travis trying to wake me up. When he saw my eyes open he said, "Please take me, I have to go pee pee."
I got out of the sleeping bag and took him a fair distance away, where we both went. Then he pointed to the stars, "Can you see those two stars really close together?" He asked.
I tried to find them but with so many stars out it was hard to decide which ones he meant. "What about them?" I asked.
"I want to name that one of the left, Saint Steven, after you." He smiled and took my hand. I looked at him and it was as if he was lit up, waiting for something. I looked back up to the sky wondering which one he was naming after me, "Well, in that case, I will have to name the other one after you, Angel Travis. That sounds good."
He giggled as we walked in to the camp. I got in my sleeping bag and said good night. Instead of getting into his he looked at me, "Can you cuddle? I won't pee the bed, I already went."
I let him get in and as I was adjusting his pillow, I looked over and saw David and Tristan already in the same sleeping bag. It only took a few seconds for Travis to fall back to sleep, and I followed soon after thinking about that kiss.
***
Travis was an insistent little angel, if nothing else. His dad dropped him off at school and he had brought his own food and drinks. Yes, he loved the hotdogs, the S'mores, and the root beer, but he wasn't going to chance seven straight meals eating like that. All of us gathered around while he showed meals in a tube that astronauts eat, and freeze dried food for snacks. He also had several bottles of flavored water.
Travis' family was no better off financially than our families, they just spent their money differently. His mom was a model, occasionally. His dad owned several men and women's gyms across the state. They were big on health issues, just as Declan and Joe's parents were big on recycling. Tristan's parents changed a room into a movie theater, and they had a collection of movies others envied. I guess everyone is different in some way and as the 6th grade was about to begin I started noticing these changes, mostly because of the huge differences in Travis' family.
One thing Travis did change in us was the anti-insect lotion. It smelled great, went on without a mess, and as the weekend went on, we saw that those without it were being attacked by bugs night and day. There was not an insect around that came near us. We ran out of the oil like substance that weekend, sharing it with boys and girls of our class. I could not wait until school started just on that count. Imagine all of us walking into a schoolroom smelling like that. It would drive the teacher nuts.
Travis did learn a few things Thursday night. Even though his base food habits did not change, he would ask me about everything, at least when it concerned the two of us. More than once during rest periods, he was by my side, standing next to me, or sitting between my legs. As Saturday wore on, I realized that most of the boys had paired off, probably sooner than my head caught onto it. A couple of the boys had girls next to them as much as the girls dared. I sat and thought about that most of Saturday evening.
On the other hand, Travis had gone a step further. He had stopped staring at me, and my boy parts except when we were alone. He did not make a move to touch them anymore, but he still cuddled with me at night. He did ask about that. If he had to be so good on the other points, would I at least allow him to sit and sleep together? I agreed to that as long as I was not busy with others. This seemed to make him happy and my life a lot better.
Even though each class had two to four dads there, and for the girls, women and nuns, at least our parents, and especially Mac, were not around to bug me, or my friends. That was on my mind a lot, thinking they would show up any time, making a public spectacle of me. I wondered if other boys felt the same.
One of the surprises we had came from the boy scouts. We were camping on Boy Scout property it seemed. All very legal, but each class, as far as the boys were concerned, had two boy scouts to help teach them some basics about the weekend. The two boys assigned to us were fourteen or fifteen. Not really that cute or handsome, but they were dressed in complete Boy Scout uniforms looking like drill sergeants. They didn't act like drill sergeants and they made learning fun and they laughed a lot. It took until Friday night for some of the stuff they said to actually sink in. They didn't want to know about any circle jerks, sex, forcing others to do nasty things and they didn't want to hear any bad words. Those caught or told on would be sent home and could never come back. We didn't understand it completely but we did understand the sex part. So anything to do with sex or cussing was out the door. This would be the hardest for Smithy who always had his hands in his pockets and cussing if something didn't work the way he wanted it too. He learned the bad words from his older brother and taught all of us the words. Hardly any of us used them but at least we thought we knew what they meant if Smithy was telling the truth. Since we were not sure, we just didn't use them at all.
The scouts watched over us at the pond, taught us how to use the canoes, and showed us some cool places, including waterfalls, and where the lifeguards were at the pool, as well. They talked about Boy Scout stuff a lot and offered everyone membership, several times over the weekend. At night, the two would disappear some place in the darkness and did not return until it was time to wake us up. We were guessing it was 6 am on Saturday and Sunday morning. They seemed to get a kick out of us running to the latrine to go pee, but never once did they come close enough to see anything.
Everyone was paying attention to Travis. They could not get over how small he was and going to University and his no-fat-at-all body. Travis wasn't thin and skinny like Jerry was. Travis had muscles from his neck to his body parts. Mac had already told me Travis' legs and arms would get that way almost overnight, it was just a matter of time before it happened. I made sure everyone else knew, which seemed to embarrass Travis. That even made it more fun to tell.
For the most part, Travis fit in with the rest of the group. He was a little odd in places and scenarios that would take a whole book to write about, but nevertheless, he had fun and everyone liked him around. Justin, the idea man, thought he should be the mascot. I was the only one that voted against it. I am still not sure why, but I didn't like the idea at all.
When Sunday mass came, we wore shorts and T-shirts and marched up to the chapel, only to feel out of place because the seventh and eighth graders were wearing swimming trunks alone... some of them kind of showing more than maybe they should. They enjoyed seeing us looking out of place, and the fifth graders openly giggled at us for dressing up completely as if we were in the city. Embarrassing, but the older kids always liked embarrassing us, that is why we tried to avoid them all the time.
After church, we started packing. I would miss the camp because we had so much fun. David and Travis both had behaved well, except for Travis crawling in my sleeping bag, but even that went well. I knew what he wanted to do in the back of my head; well I thought I did anyway. Sex with a boy was the last thing I wanted to do.
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