Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 12:33:01 -0800 (PST) From: chip ster Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - 25 Camp Clover For Boys By chipster071053@yahoo.com LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this. Your comments, suggestions, encouragement, story ideas, fantasies, etc., are always welcome at chipster071053@yahoo.com. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter concerns the founding of The Shamrock Club. Rather than elaborate it in the story, I refer you to the Addendum to the story called "Shamrock Story," already posted in the Nifty Archives. (Yes, there's sex in the story.) And our story continues. Chapter 25 - Meeting The Founders When the boys arrived back at the camp, they were quickly shuttled into the showers. "Really, there isn't much time to fool around, guys," said Roger. "The shuttle bus over to the Lodge will be leaving in about 15 or 20 minutes and I don't want any stragglers!" Jake was down the hallway, rushing guys from the next room into the shower, too. "Keep moving...get your hand off that cock. Save it for later!" Tim could hear questions echoing around the hallways. "Who was that man?" "Why the hurry?" "What's going on?" "We'll explain everything on the bus on the way to the lodge," Tim heard Jake shout loudly as he and Roger also stepped into the center shower with the other counselors go get a quick rinse. When the boys came back from the shower, they all noticed something a little different. Their clean camp uniforms were on their beds, like always, but this time they were in plastic bags and appeared to be brand new. "Get 'em on, guys. Let's hurry," said Roger, sounding more like a ranch hand than a counselor. "The big guys are here and we don't want to keep 'em waiting for us. Let's go!" If the boys felt like cattle being herded, they didn't say anything. They quickly put on their uniforms and went out to the common area where the same bus that had taken then to the Lodge just a couple of nights before was waiting for them. Terry hurried them on board. When they were all settled, Terry took the P-A microphone and began talking. "Sorry to have rushed you guys like that, but we're supposed to be at the Lodge right about now. I suppose you all wonder what's going on, and I can assure you this is not part of the regular camp activities. A couple of the founding members of the Shamrock Club have dropped in on us today and we're going to get a special treat. The Lodge chef and his staff have thrown together a quick lunch for both camps and I really don't know what they've come up with on four hours notice. Then you're going to hear the story of the Shamrock Club from two of the men who started it. Now I know some of you recognized the older gentleman who came into the mess hall earlier this morning. He's one of them. You'll get to meet the other when we get to the Lodge. "I don't have to worry about asking you guys to be on your best behavior, because you've been one of the best groups we've ever had so far in the 15 years I've been running this camp. All I can ask is that you keep it up." There were giggles scattered around the bus. "That's not what I meant, but I have no doubt you guys can do that. What I mean is that you stay on your best behavior this afternoon. OK, guys?" asked Terry. The group gave a collective acknowledgement to Terry's request and for the next few minutes the bus was filled with chatter. When the bus arrived at the Shamrock Lodge, the girls' camp bus was just about finished unloading. Tim saw his sister Kim was among the counselors directing the traffic through the main doors and into the Lodge lobby. He also saw several others he recognized, but didn't get a glimpse of Amy. Their bus pulled under the canopy as the other bus pulled away, the doors opened and the boys began to file out. As Tim got off the bus, his sister pulled him aside. "Hi, bro!" said Kim. "Hear you're going to be in the movie they're shooting this weekend. Is that right?" "That's what Jack told me," answered Tim. "You gonna be around then?" "You might say that, I guess," she answered. "Yea, I'll be watching." "Cool. I'll look for you," said Tim as he felt a tug on his shoulder, urging him to move into the Lodge. He walked through the doors with his sister right behind. When they had been here two nights ago, Tim hadn't really had a chance to look around, but he was surprised at what he saw. The lobby was decorated as nicely as any 4- or 5-star hotel, clean and well cared for. The boys and girls were being directed through the lobby and down a corridor that looked similar to the one he had been in that night, lined with guest room doors, but the end of this hallway had a large glass sliding door that lead to a large patio. As they came out of the building, he noticed a long wall of full-length windows and sliding glass doors to his right, which lead to a dining area. Set up on the patio was a small stage at one end, and along the glass wall was a buffet table. The rest of the area had picnic benches that had obviously been placed there for the occasion, along with some umbrella covered tables and chairs that probably belonged there. At the far end of the patio was a large portable grill, belching out smoke as two men in white outfits watched over whatever they were cooking. It smelled heavenly and from the looks of the buffet line, there would be plenty for everyone. "May I have your attention, please, everyone?" It was Susan, standing on the small stage in front of a microphone. "Will all of the Clover campers take seats to my left, Blossom campers to my right. Please sit with your bunkhouse groups, at least for right now. Everybody get settled so we can get started, OK? Thank you!" Tim saw Nathan standing beside a table close to the front and he walked over to join him. Soon Aaron, Darren, Manuel, Larry, Jim, Andy and Roger joined them and the seven of them sat down. One table over, Tim noticed Kip staring at him. Kip saw Tim looking his direction and he smiled, then turned away, but as soon as Tim turned, he felt Kip's eyes coming back on him, and noticed the boy was looking at him as Tim glanced that direction out of the corner of his eye. "Nathan, is it my imagination, or is Kip looking at me?" asked Tim to the boy seated next to him. Nathan made a big deal out of bending in front of, then behind Tim, staring in Kip's direction, then he looked at Tim and said in a stage whisper, "Yep." All eyes turned toward the two boys for a moment. "Might as well wave at him, Tim. He's not going away until he gets a piece of you." "Oh, shut up," said Tim as he slugged Nathan lightly in the shoulder. "With everything else going on around here, the last thing I need is a guy chasing me around through the woods!" "It might be easier if you just arrange to meet him and get it over with," said Nathan. "If you want, you could meet him in the shower some night. I don't think anyone would mind." "I don't know why, but he makes me feel uncomfortable," said Tim. "He's probably OK once you get to know him. I don't think they'd let anybody really crazy into the camp," said Nathan. "You're probably right," Tim answered. "By the way," Nathan said, "about who they let in camp. None of these guys know who I am and Susan would like to keep it that way, so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything about it to anyone, OK?" "No problem with me, but you'd better make sure your Great-Grandfather doesn't go around kissing you while you've got a cock up your ass many more times or you might just draw attention to yourself," answered Tim. "Yea, I guess you're right about that. He caught me by surprise, especially since he's never seen me like that before," said Nathan. "I guess it's so second-nature to him after all these years that he just did it by instinct." "What's that?" asked Tim. "Watching boys fuck or kissing naked ones while they fuck?" "Probably both," answered Nathan. "How long have you known about this?" Tim asked. "Some of it all of my life. I knew about the Lodge, 'cause I've been coming here for years. I never knew about the camps until Mom told me I'd be going this summer, but she didn't tell me everything about them. I've known Jack forever, and I knew he and Mom screwed around together, 'cause he and I did, too, and that was cool with Mom, but I didn't know about him being in the movies. They have a little wing downstairs for the little kids that keeps them separated from the rest of the Lodge when they come to stay, but when she came for the Retreats, Susan always left me with somebody else in the family." "So all of this is as new to you as it is to me, right?" asked Tim. "Right." There was a short pause as Tim glanced in Kip's direction to find the boy was still looking at him. This time he didn't turn away, but returned Tim's stare, then winked and slowly licked his lips, never taking his eyes off of Tim. Tim gave a half-hearted smile back, then turned back to Nathan. "I almost wish he'd go away," said Tim. At that point, Roger leaned over and said, "If he bothers you, let me know. We can figure something out to keep him away from you." "Thanks," answered the young teen. Back at the microphone, Susan spoke again." "Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome back to Shamrock Lodge for a very special event. This afternoon, we're pleased to have with us two of the four founding members of the Shamrock Club. I'm honored that they have agreed to join us for lunch and they'll be telling you a little bit about how the club got started. I think you'll find it fascinating. I also want to thank the Lodge staff for putting all of this together on such short notice. They've done a wonderful job, and we need to thank them for their efforts." The gathering applauded. "We'll start serving with the girls, then the boys, and we'll alternate until everyone is through the line. I'm told there's plenty, so after everyone's been served, you can go back for seconds if you want to. Now girl's group one can get started," instructed Susan. The girls started through the line, then it was Tim's group's turn. As he passed through the serving line he couldn't believe what was there. A nice assortment of fresh fruits and watermelon, cole slaw, potato salad, macaroni and cheese, baked beans, potato chips and some cheese cubes. Then he saw what they had been grilling. The kids had their choice of ribeye sandwiches, brats, hot dogs and hamburgers, being served right from the grill. 'If this was what they could do on short notice,' Tim thought to himself, 'I wonder what they can do with time on their hands!' With a full plate, Tim went back to the table and sat down with Nathan on one side and Aaron on the other, with Roger sitting across the table. "I asked Susan if she can have Kip checked out again," said Roger to Tim. "You're right about him acting kind of weird around you, but don't let him get to you." "Thanks, Roger," said Tim. "I hope there's nothing to it." The young teens ate with gusto, many returning for seconds and a few for thirds. When the feeding frenzy was about over, Susan once again stood before the microphone. "Good afternoon again, campers. I know we've fouled up the schedule again, but this time I think it's worth it. We have with us today two of the founding members of The Shamrock Club. They both wanted to come by and see what we're doing with the camping program, and I asked them if they could tell you all the story of how the Club began. Now I know that you've probably recognized at least one of these two men from TV, but please remember our Club rule about first names only while we're in camp. She turned to the two gentlemen sitting at the table directly in front of her. "Which one of you wants to go first?" she asked. "Let Lester go first," said Sam. "He's always been good at startin' things!" The two men chuckled at each other, getting a kick out of a long-standing inside joke they shared. "All right, then, I'd like to introduce Les. Among his other talents is a real artistic ability, and he was responsible for designing the Camp logos as well as much of the design of the Lodge when it was first built back in the late 1950's. Les?" said Susan as she relinquished the microphone to a tall, thin man with thick gray hair who carried his late 70's age well. "Thanks Suzy, dear. As she said, my name is Les, and I was 18 back when I joined the Army for World War II. Sammy and I, along with two of our army buddies, were part of a small combat patrol that got caught behind enemy lines while we were out on patrol. I wish I could say that we fought the enemy heroically, but that just wouldn't be right. The truth is, while we were out a mile or so behind the enemy lines, they simply went around us. They never saw us, but when we tried to go back, there were hundreds of them in front of us. We spent the better part of two days trying to find a place where we could slip through the line and get back to our unit, but by then they had advanced so far that we couldn't get through. "Finally, we just decided that we'd probably have to wait out the battle, or worse, have to surrender and become prisoners. We wound up hiding out in a barn in the French countryside, our pal Jack standing watch while the rest of us tried to get some sleep. "Jack woke us all up and he had an old farmer with him, the guy who owned the place. The old man had seen us slip into the barn and recognized our uniforms as American soldiers, so he left us alone, but he'd sent his young son off to find a friend who was with the French Underground, figuring he might be able to help us. Told us he hated the Germans and that he'd lost two sons in battle early on in the war, so he was glad to help us if he could. "A couple of hours later, another older man showed up with a teen-aged girl and broke the bad news that we were now about 30 miles behind the line and that the Germans were still advancing. He told us that the Underground could probably hide us for a few weeks until it would be safe to get us back across the lines or until they could get us out through Spain or Switzerland, but that might be a long shot. "The farmer had fixed us a meal and packed some food for us, so we ate, then the Underground guy told us he was taking us to a place where we'd meet someone else who'd take us to a secure hideout where we could stay for a few weeks if necessary. "We wound up at a large old house, I guess you could have called it a mansion, just outside of some town. The place was full of really pretty girls and a couple of boys who had not yet been pressed into uniform who hung around to work for the girls and do some occasional tricking for extra money. The underground guy was apologetic when he told us the place was a whorehouse but he said it was the safest place in the area. "The madam was a woman in her late 40's, and she showed us to a room on the third floor that had a trap door under the bed that lead down to a room that had been sealed off from the rest of the house. She told us that the family that used to own the place was Jewish and that this was built to be their hiding place, but they never got to use it. They'd managed to escape to the United States. She told us that a lot of German officers came through to use their 'services' and because of that, they were hardly ever hassled by the local police or the soldiers. "She had a house rule that customers never stayed overnight and could never show up before noon, so there was time for us to come out of hiding during the day, but at night we had to stay put in the room and keep as quiet as possible. She hardly ever used the room where the trap door was located, but occasionally it got pressed into service on busy nights or for 'special customers.' "So here we were, the four of us, hiding in a whorehouse. Sammy, you tell it better from here," said Les. Sam stepped forward to tell more of the story. "Thanks, Lester. I'll tell you what, it was quite an adventure livin' there. We were there for what, six, seven weeks?" asked Sam, turning to Les. "Just over six weeks, as I remember," answered Les. "It was some of the best times of my life, I tell you. Sex almost every day, scared shitless every night. I guess you could say those girls gave a lot of aid to the enemy 'cause the place was always busy, but they took care of us, too. Taught us a lot about sex while we were there. "Those girls did their best to keep us happy. I don't think we got to fuck every day we were there, but it was pretty close. Couple of times I got to go with two of them at once. You talk about one horny 18-year-old kid living in a dream! Even had a four-way with Kenny and two of the girls where we swapped around until both of us had cum in both girls. One afternoon, we got a real treat. The madam herself took all four of us on, one at a time, then in all kinds of combinations. I remember I slept really well that night! "But I gotta tell you a story about a real close call we had after we'd been there for about a week, I guess. It changed all of our lives, opened our minds up about sex and taught us a lesson about bravery, too. "We were up in the room over the hideout one night when we shouldn't have been, but it was a light evening and one of the boys, a 15-year-old boy name o' Andre (we called him Andy), a real cute little guy with dirty blond hair, had let us out so we could stretch and have a smoke. He came rushing into the room and told us that the police were downstairs looking for someone and that they'd probably be coming up pretty soon. Andy told Larry and Lester to hide under the bed and stuffed me into the closet, where he grabbed a German army overcoat that was hanging in the closet and hung it up on a coat rack just inside the door where someone coming into the room could see it easily. Then he had ol' Jackson strip down and lay on the bed with his face partially covered in pillows. Andy got naked, too, and stretched out on the bed and started sucking Jackson's dick. I was watching through a peephole in the door, and if it had been me, I don't think I could have gotten it up under the circumstances, but he had that cock just as straight as a flagpole in nothing flat. "Well, I tell ya, a couple of minutes later, ol' Jackson's moanin' ta beat the band and this policeman opens the door and starts to come in. He stops right at the door and just stares right into this kid's butt, Andy's legs slightly spread and his 5-inch cock and balls dangling between them, mouth very plainly covering Jackson's cock and he's just suckin' to beat the band. The kid takes his mouth off, looks at the cop and says 'Better leave quickly, the General doesn't like to be disturbed while I'm servicing him' and points to the tunic hangin' on the coat rack. The cop takes one look, sees the rank insignias and backs out of the room, apologizing all over himself as he leaves. All the time, Andy keeps jerkin' on Jackson's cock and just as the door closes, Jackson shoots all over himself and the kid! Before we get the high sign that the coast is clear, Andy's licked Jackson clean. I swear if I hadn't almost peed in my pants I would have been jackin' off in that closet. "Then the kid practically begs us to let him suck the rest of us off, so we let him. God, that was some of the best oral sex I've ever had in my life. Turns out that ol' Andy stayed around because some of the German officers liked to suck his cock, a few of them liked to have him suck theirs, and that ol' German general whose coat we'd used liked to sit in a rockin' chair and watch Andy and a couple of the other boys while they laid on the bed and jacked themselves and each other off. "Couple of weeks later, the madam tells us Andy's turning 16 and he told her that more than anything else, he wanted us to suck on him and fuck him for his birthday. Well, we figured after what he'd done for us, we owed it to him, so the girls put us into a room with a king-size bed and we spent the morning and most of the afternoon screwing around with the kid. Turns out that Andy was still a back door virgin and ol' Jackson got to take him first. "Up to that point, I'd thought gay sex was something queers did, and I thought of myself as an 18-year-old gift to women, but that day the five of us couldn't get enough of each other. We wound up taking the kid back into the hole with us and we fucked and sucked him and each other all night. I'll bet we all came at least five or six times that day. That little guy opened our eyes. Before we left there, I'll bet he fucked me twice, too. He was one hell of a little cocksman." Sam stood there for a minute, smiling. "Well, sir, we had found a way to keep ourselves occupied in that room at night while we weren't sleepin', too. We'd screw around all afternoon with the girls and screw around with each other at night. Got to know these other guys really well. "Finally, they told us that the Germans were retreatin' and that they thought we'd be able to get back to our unit in a couple of days. The afternoon before we left, we had this great big orgy. The kid brought over a couple of his friends who occasionally turned tricks at the house and we all fucked, the girls, the guys and us. The next morning, the Underground took us to a spot where we could get back with our guys. "Found out we'd been listed as missing in action, and the Underground vouched for us, just telling the officer in charge that we'd been kept in hiding, but not where. Since the fighting had slacked off, we got a short leave and went back to find the house. When we got there, the locals told us that the Army had shut the place down. Never did find out what happened to the girls, but ol' Andy popped up at the camp lookin' for work and wound up giving us all blowjobs one more time. I think we wound up givin' him a couple a-hundred dollars as a way of sayin' thanks for what he'd done. "Well, anyway, we eventually got sent back to London and I figured we'd never do it again, but within a couple of weeks, we'd found girls who liked to share guys and watch guys do each other, and we were hooked on bi-sex. Jackson and Larry wound up marrying a couple of the girls and brought them back to the States, and we kept meeting. The girls discovered swinger magazines and our little circle of friends grew until we had to get organized. "That's when the Shamrock Club got its start," said Sam. "Went back over to France to find the house a few years ago, and it's been torn down, otherwise I think I would have bought it and made it into a shrine or somethin'." Surprisingly quiet, the boys and girls listened for the next 90 minutes as Sam and Les told the group about how the Club got organized and some of the history behind the Lodge and the two camps, and about the lifestyle choices that were being offered to them through the Club. When they were finished, the campers from Camp Clover and Camp Blossom, along with a few of the adults from the Shamrock Club who had stopped by to listen, gave the two men a standing ovation. (more to come) AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again, I refer you to the section in the archives entitled "Camp Clover For Boys - The Shamrock Story" for a more detailed history and regulations of the Shamrock Club. I'd love to know what you think so far...please drop me a note at chipster071053@yahoo.com with your comments, suggestions or questions. I try to write back to everyone who takes the time to write. All are appreciated!