Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 17:15:45 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - Kip's Story

Camp Clover - Kip's Story
By chipster071053@yahoo.com


	If stories involving gay sex, sex between adults and youth or any
other sexual acts offend you or are illegal where you are located, then
please leave this story now. If you are underage, likewise you are warned
that you should not be reading this story.

	AUTHOR'S NOTE: In writing the Camp Clover For Boys series, from
time to time a character or story line pops up that deserves special
attention. Most I have tried to incorporate into the Camp Clover
story. This is a story that deserves a special treatment. It is about a
character named Kip, who appears beginning in Chapter 22 and has a brief
history of his background in Chapter 27. But after working with the
character, I realized that perhaps Kip deserves his own story. I hope you
agree...(there's not much sex in this story, but it does help you
understand Kip in the Camp Clover For Boys story.)


Camp Clover For Boys - Kip's Story


Chapter 1

	The young boy who entered the shelter looked strangely out of
place. He didn't have the look of a typical street person. He was
relatively clean and looked to be healthy and well fed. He was about 5'11",
a tall, skinny kid with shoulder-length bleached-blond hair, blue eyes and
dark eyebrows. I figured he was around 14 or 15 years old. I walked up to
him, meeting him at the door.

	"Hi, my name is Nancy. Can I help you?" I asked.

	"Yea, I guess so. My name is Kip and I need a place to stay
tonight," said the boy.

	"You look a little young to be living on your own. Are you a
runaway?"

	"Sorta. My folks threw me out of the house a couple of months ago,"
answered Kip.

	"Would you mind if I asked why?"

	"They found me in bed with another guy and my dad blew a fuse,"
volunteered the boy.

	"Where've you been staying since that happened?" I asked.

	"Well, I spent a couple of weeks staying with the guy, but he got
tired of me and asked me to leave. Since then, I've been tricking for food
and a place to stay. Most of the time I get to stay with somebody or in a
motel room, but sometimes I have to sleep in the park. I heard it was
supposed to get cold tonight, so I thought I'd see if I can stay here,"
said Kip.

	"Well, you're welcome here for the night, but I'm afraid I have to
report you to Social Services," I told the boy.

	"Aw shit," he spat out. "I don't wanna get turned in." He turned to
walk out the door.

	"Wait, Kip. Wouldn't you rather have a place to stay where you're
welcome than spending the night with some stranger who wants to molest
you?" I hit a nerve. The boy stopped and turned back to me. He was crying.

	"They don't molest me!" he shouted. "They love my body. They want
me. They make me feel good. They give me money to let them fool around with
me. It's the only way I can survive!"

	"No it's not, Kip. Come in and let's talk. When we're done, if you
still want to leave, I'll let you, and I promise I won't report you. Just
talk with me, OK?"

	The boy paused, tears still running down his cheeks. I could tell
he was torn, but also hungry and afraid of spending the night in the cold.

	"Come on, let's get you something to eat," I said. He reluctantly
began to follow me as I headed toward the facility's kitchen.

	"I'm afraid there's not much here right now. We stopped serving
about a couple of hours ago, but I think I can come up with a sandwich and
some chips or something. Would that be all right?"

	"Sure."

	I opened the refrigerator and pulled out some sliced ham, cheese,
mustard and mayo, then grabbed a loaf of bread off the counter and looked
for a knife. "Ham sandwich OK? I'll give you some extra meat. Want cheese?"

	"That'd be great. Mayo, but no mustard, please."

	I directed Kip to a pantry where there were individual bags of
potato chips and told him to grab a couple as I fixed his sandwich. While I
put the fixings back into the fridge I grabbed a gallon jug of milk and
asked him to grab a paper cup from the counter. He handed it to me, and I
filled it with milk, then gave him the sandwich.

	I walked over to a small table in the corner of the kitchen that
had a couple of chairs and gestured for him to join me as I sat down. He
did.

	"Kip, tell me how all this happened. If any of it is uncomfortable
to you, don't worry. I want to help you if I can, but you have to be
willing to get help, and telling me your story is a great place to start."

	Kip took a couple of bites from his sandwich, then a gulp of milk,
and as he tore open the chip bag, he started to talk.

	"Thanks. What'd you say your name was?"

	"Nancy," I answered.

	"I really appreciate this, Nancy. I haven't eaten since day before
yesterday. I got kicked out of a motel room in the middle of the night when
some guy's wife called him on the phone and he wouldn't let me back in. He
owed me money, too. I tried to sleep outside his door, but the motel
manager saw me and threatened to call the cops if I didn't move along. I
slept in the park that night, and when I went back to the motel to collect
what the guy owed me, he'd already gone. I don't have any money and I
couldn't turn a trick last night. I came here because I just didn't know
where else to go!" Kip started crying again.

	Even though I wasn't supposed to have physical contact with my
charges, I stood up and walked around the table to give him a hug.

	"Kip, I want to help you, but I need to know how this happened to
you. Please tell me."

	"My dad called me a fag! He yelled at me and told me he hated me
and he wasn't gonna have a queer for a son and told me to get out. He
shoved me out the front door and I swear he spent a half an hour throwing
my stuff out the window! All my clothes, my music, my schoolbooks, just
about everything except the furniture! I gathered up what I could and..."
He started sobbing deeply. I could feel his body shudder as I held him.

	"What happened to get him so mad?" I asked.

	"I was in my bed with an older guy. He caught us naked and fucking
each other! I didn't expect him to come home early from work. He works over
at the factory and he wasn't supposed to be home 'til after midnight. I
thought we'd be done by then, but he got there at 10 and caught us!"

	"How old was the other guy?" I asked.

	"Glen's 26. He lives a few blocks from me, and he used to be my
babysitter when I was a little boy. We've been fooling around for years
without anyone finding out, until that night...that damned night he caught
us!" I could hear real anger in the boy's voice.

	"What about your mother? Where was she?"

	"I haven't seen her in four years. She ran off with another guy and
left Dad and me alone. She filed for a divorce and the day they served the
papers on Dad, he started drinking and was drunk for almost a month before
he pulled himself together. They told him at the factory to get his act
together or he'd lose his job. He hasn't had a drop to drink since that I
know of, but he's still angry about it. I could tell," answered the boy,
still sobbing softly as he spoke.

	"Have you seen your dad since he threw you out?"

	"A couple of times I've seen him driving to work, but the only time
I tried to call him, he hung up on me. He hasn't answered the phone since
then. I've left messages on the machine, and I know he's home, but he
doesn't pick up."

	"What did you do then?"

	"Well, I stayed with Glen for a couple of weeks, but he told me I'd
have to find some other place to go 'cause he couldn't afford to keep me
around. He fixed me up for a couple of nights with a guy he knew who turned
out to be sort of a gay boy pimp. He started fixing me up with men who
wanted to fool around, suck my cock and stuff like that. Most of them were
nice, but a few got a little rough. One guy practically ripped me open when
he fucked me. Almost had to go to the hospital, it hurt so bad.

	"One night, I went back to Luther's house, that was his name,
Luther, and the cops were there. They'd caught him breaking another kid in
and carted him away to jail for child molesting and prostitution. One of
the other guys and I tried turning tricks on the street and did pretty well
for a while, but the cops started cracking down and it got harder. The
other guy hopped a bus and went to New York, I think. I stayed here and
I've managed to get by, but the other night that guy screwed me out of $50
bucks and I just couldn't turn anything else. I got hungry and some guy on
the street told me I ought to come here for a meal and a place to sleep. He
didn't say anything about Social Services, lady. I don't want to get
arrested!" Kip said as he started crying again.

	"Kip, you won't get arrested. You've been used by some very bad
people," I told him in my most comforting voice. "and I want to help you if
I can. We can put you into a foster home where you can get the care you
need and maybe even find you a family who will love you for what you are."

	"And what am I? Some queer little pussy boy nobody wants to keep
for more than a night, that's what I am! How can you help me now!"

	"There are a lot of people who understand what you're going through
and are willing to accept you as you are. They can help you without judging
you or making you feel bad about yourself. Kip, I know we can help you if
you'll let us." I said.

	"How would YOU know?" he shouted.

	"Because my son is gay, that's how. Because I love him dearly and
accept him for what he is instead of trying to change him or make him
something he's not. Kip, my son is the same age you are and he's gone
through some of the same feelings you have about yourself. I love him, and
we have families who would welcome you and love you the same way, Kip, if
you'll let us help you, please."

	The boy was sobbing uncontrollably now and I held him as tightly as
I could. He made no effort to push away.

	"Could you really? You'd be willing to help me?" he cried.

	"Yes, Kip, we'll help you...I'll help you any way I can," I told
him, still holding him close. His arms started trying to reach me, so I
moved around so he could put his arms around my waist and his head fell on
my shoulder.

	"Please help me. Please..." he sobbed.

	We held each other closely for a few minutes as he fought to get
himself under control. Then finally, he pulled away from me.

	"What do I have to do now?" he asked, his bright red eyes looking
into mine.

	"Well, first you need a good night's sleep. Then we'll see what I
can do for you in the morning. I have a small room with a cot in it where
nobody else is staying. I think you could use some privacy tonight." I
said.

	I showed him to the little room with three small cots up against
the walls. He told me he usually slept naked as he started to take his
clothes off in front of me. I asked if he could at least leave his
underwear on and he agreed, crawling onto the cot farthest from the door. I
pulled a blanket up over him and turned off the light.

	"Are you going to be here all night," he asked in the dark.

	"Yes. I'm just down the hall if you need anything. Try to get some
sleep, and I'll come get you when we're ready for breakfast," I told him.

	"Thanks. Good night...and thanks for everything," he said as I
pulled the door closed.

	Later that night, I went to check on him. He was sound asleep,
curled up in a tiny ball, his thumb not too far from his mouth. The covers
had slipped off of him, so I pulled them up around him. His eyes opened for
just a second and he mumbled something about sounded like Mom, then drifted
back to sleep.

	The next morning, I went to wake him up and the room was empty, but
his clothes were still on the floor. I walked down the hall and found him
waiting outside the restroom door wearing nothing but his briefs, obviously
bulging from a morning hard-on. "Gotta take a leak," he said
matter-of-factly.

	"We'll be serving breakfast in about ten minutes," I told him. "If
you want a shower, there's one in there and a stack of towels on a chair
next to the stall. Leave the door unlocked so the other guys can use the
toilet. Don't worry, they shouldn't bother you. All I ask is that you don't
show yourself naked to anyone, especially me."

	"No problem," he said as the door opened and a grizzled older man
came out, stopping for a moment to check out Kip.

	"New one?" he said. "A little young to be here, isn't he?"

	"He's just here for the night. We're going to try and place him in
a temporary home today."

	"Good luck, kid!" said the man. "Don't get stuck on the streets!"
and he headed down the hall toward the kitchen.

	"Yea, thanks," said Kip. Turning to me, he said, "That old guy
wanted me, you know. I could tell by the way he looked at me."

	"Just get ready for breakfast. I'll see you in a few minutes," I
told him.

	About fifteen minutes later, Kip wandered into the kitchen, his
hair still wet. He grabbed a tray and went through the line to get
breakfast, then sat down at an empty table and started eating. I joined
him.

	"I just got off the phone with the Social Services office. Their
caseload is backed up and they've asked if I can arrange housing for you
for a day or two. Would you mind if I took you home with me this morning?
I'm a licensed foster parent and I think you'd like my place better than
this." I gestured widely at his surroundings.

	"You said you have a gay son. He's not gonna want to mess around
with me, is he?" Kip asked.

	"No," I answered. "Nobody's going to force you to have sex with
them as long as you're with us."

	"You got a husband?" he asked.

	"Yes, we've been married for almost 20 years. Besides our son, we
have an older daughter, too. She's seventeen and a senior in high
school. They're used to having other kids come and go. We've had several
foster children over the last ten years or so. You'll be very welcome at
our house as long as you follow the rules," I said.

	"What kind of rules?" he asked suspiciously.

	"The usual. We expect you to behave yourself, mind your manners,
don't get into other people's things and do what you're told. We will
expect you to do some chores to help us, but nothing unreasonable. I think
that's fair, don't you?"

	"Yea, I guess so. How am I going to pay you for all of this?" he
asked.

	"Don't worry about it. Social services pays for your food and
clothing as long as you're staying with us, or another foster home, until
your situation is settled," I told him.

	"What do you mean, 'situation is settled'?" he asked.

	"Until you and your Dad are back together..."

	"Fat chance of that happening!"

	"...or until we find you a permanent home somewhere." I
finished. "I'll be finished here as soon as the kitchen's cleaned up and
then we can go to my house."

	I left Kip to finish his meal as I walked around the room, chatting
with some of the other men, who were curious about the young boy among
them. I said only that he was a runaway who'd turned up last night looking
for a place to stay and asked if they would leave him alone. They all
agreed, some commenting that they remembered being in a similar situation
years before. A couple of the men even offered to help if they could.

	Kip stayed at the table, watching the TV until I was ready to
leave. As we got into the car, Kip spoke to me for the first time since
breakfast.

	"You know, you really don't have to do this. I can take care of
myself if I have to," he said with a little bluster, trying to act
tough. The act didn't fit him.

	"You don't have to, and you shouldn't have to, either," I told
Kip. "This is the first step toward getting off the street and restarting
your life. You don't want to be a prostitute all your life, do you?"

	"No, I guess not," he answered.

	"Then start helping yourself right now. Shake the attitude and be
yourself. I think there's a really nice kid inside of you somewhere, and
I'm gonna help you find him," I said.

	"Sounds OK to me. How do we start?" he asked.

	As we drove home, I started chatting with him about his likes and
dislikes, what he had done in school before he dropped out, and generally
tried to draw him out and open himself up to me. As we pulled up in my
driveway, the two of us were laughing and having a good time. I think he
was getting more comfortable with the idea that I would try to help him.

	"Wow! Nice place you have here," he said as he looked at our four
bedroom ranch-style house, typical suburban style, unusual only in the fact
that it sat back from the street on a half-acre lot while the homes around
it were on quarter-acre plots.

	As we went in through the garage, I commented that he probably wore
the same sizes as my son Tad, so we went to his room to find Kip some fresh
clothes. Tad's room was covered with the usual posters of pop groups,
sports stars and cars that most 14 year olds would have.

	"His room sure doesn't look queer," said Kip as he scanned the
surroundings.

	"What did you expect?" I asked.

	"I dunno. Frilly curtains or pictures of naked men on the walls, I
guess. I figured since he was open with you he'd have a bunch of gay stuff
around," Kip answered.

	"That's a stereotype, Kip. Just because he's gay doesn't mean that
he's effeminate or different on the outside. I think you'll like Tad, Kip."
I pulled a pair of jeans out of the dresser and handed them to Kip to try
on, showing him where the bathroom was between Tad's room and our
daughter's room. He went in and slipped them on. They fit loosely, but
comfortably. I gave him one of Tad's jerseys to put on and a clean pair of
socks. I had been right about them being close in size.

	Kip wandered around the house, asking questions about the things he
saw and what would be expected of him while he stayed with us. I showed him
the spare bedroom, a rather sparsely decorated room with a double bed and
indicated that he would be sleeping there.

	Just before lunch, the doorbell rang and I let Jack, one of the
case workers into the house. Kip was watching TV in the den, so we went
into the kitchen to talk.

	"So he's gay," said Jack.

	"That's what he said. Says he's been living on the street for the
last couple of months, selling himself for what he needed," I answered.

	"I'm glad he came to you," said Jack. "Some of the others wouldn't
know how to handle a case like this. I'll need to talk with him first, but
from what you said on the phone, I think we'll try to put him here for a
while, if it's all right with you and Tony."

	"I talked to Tony this morning and he says he's willing to try it,
and so am I . We haven't talked to the kids yet, but they've been through
this before," I said. "They can handle it, I think."

	"Good. Then let me talk to Kip and we'll see what happens," said
Jack. I called Kip into the room and left the two of them to talk.

	About three hours later, they came out of the kitchen and into the
den.

	"Nancy, I told Kip that you were willing to take him in for a while
until we can sort things out. I have to contact his father, which Kip isn't
real happy about, but he understands that I have to do it. I also told him
that we'd keep his father away from him until he was ready to meet his dad
again."

	"Won't happen," Kip muttered.

	"We'll have to wait and see," said Jack. "In the mean time, let me
make a couple of phone calls and I'll get the paperwork started, Kip,
behave yourself. You seem like a nice kid caught in a bad situation and I
know that Nancy and Tony will help you any way they can."

	"'K, I'll try," said Kip.

	"Nancy, I'll come back later this afternoon with some papers for
you and Tony to sign. You both know the drill. If you have any problems,
you know how to get in touch with me. And if you need any extra help, there
are folks in the Club who can give you a hand," said Jack.

	"Thanks," I said, as I showed Jack to the door.

	"Hey, what kinda club were you two talking about," asked Kip as I
closed the front door.

	"We belong to a group that's kind of like a support group, that's
all," I answered.

	"Oh," said Kip.

	"The kids'll be home from school in about a half-an-hour and I'm
bushed. I'm going to take a shower and clean up some. Why don't you watch
some TV until they get here," I suggested, and handed him the remote
control. He turned on the set.

	"Cool! Satellite!! The best I ever had at home was the local TV
stations. Dad said we couldn't afford cable."

	"Then enjoy yourself...there are about 350 channels, and probably
nothing on," I joked, "but help yourself. I should be back out before the
kids get home."

	I went back to shower as he flipped through the channels.

	I'd been in the shower for a few minutes when Kip showed up at the
bathroom door. "Got anything to eat? I just realized we missed lunch."

	I saw him looking at me through the frosted glass of the shower
stall. He couldn't see anything except the blurred shape of my body, but he
was staring at the glass.

	"There are some crackers on the shelf next to the stove and I think
maybe some cheese in the 'fridge. Help yourself. I usually make some kind
of snack for the kids when they get home from school, so I'll make
something for you, too, when I get out. Now if you will excuse me..."

	He realized he was staring at me. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, Nancy. I
wasn't thinking. I shouldn't be here, should I?" he asked, turning away
quickly, but not before I saw that he was blushing.

	"That's OK, Kip, just don't do it again. I should have closed the
door. I wasn't thinking, either," I reassured him as he left my bedroom.

	After I'd dressed, I went back out to the den, where Kip was
introducing himself to Tad, who apparently had come home a little early.

	"I spent the night at the shelter, and Nancy let me come home with
her," Kip was explaining.

	"No problem, we're used to having foster kids around here. As far
as I'm concerned, you're more than welcome here, especially if Mom brought
you home," said Tad. I was proud of the boy's response.

	"So you're mom says you're gay," said Kip, catching Tad (and me)
off guard.

	"She told you that?" asked Tad.

	"Sure. I'm gay, too," said Kip.

	"Mom?" said Tad as I walked into the room.

	"Tad, Kip got thrown out of his house because his father wasn't
willing to accept that he was gay. I told him because he needs to know that
not all families feel that way. I hope you don't mind," I said.

	"Sure, that's OK. Yea, Kip, I'm gay, and most of my friends know
it," said Tad.

	"Do you have a boyfriend?" Kip asked.

	"I hang around with the guys, but if you mean someone I go to bed
with or have sex with, no, not right now," said Tad.

	"Maybe we can fool around, ya know..."suggested Kip.

	"Not until you've been checked out," I said. "I'll make an
appointment for you to see a doctor and have some tests run before I'll let
you guys do anything. But only if Tad wants to, you understand Kip? It'll
be his decision."

	"Gotcha," said Kip.

	"I've got a Nintendo in my room. Wanna play some games?" asked Tad.

	"Sure," said Kip and the two boys headed down the hall toward Tad's
room.

	I was on the phone with Dr. Burmeister's office when Abbie walked
in the door. I was explaining the situation to the doctor's assistant and
gestured to Abbie to sit down at the table while I finished.

	"Got another one, Mom?" asked Abbie as I hung up the phone.

	"Yes, and he's gay. His name is Kip and he's been living on the
streets for the last couple of months. He really needs some love and
support, so be nice to him, please," I told my daughter.

	"I always am, aren't I?" she answered, coyly.

	"Sweetheart, I don't think he's quite ready for you, yet," I
answered. "Besides, you have your friends from the Club to have fun with."

	"Yea, I know, but some fresh blood every once in a while is nice,"
she answered. "Oh, by the way, I got a letter from the Lodge today. They
want me to come this summer and work as the swimming counselor at Blossom!
Cassie and Kim told me at school today that they're going to be there,
too!"

	"That's wonderful, dear. I know how much you've enjoyed being there
the last couple of years. You'll have so much fun this summer," I said to
the excited girl.

	"I'm so glad you and Dad let me join the Club! All the friends I've
made, it's so much FUN!" she giggled.

	"Just don't say anything about it in front of Tad or Kip. They're
both too young to know about it. And stay away from Kip, at least until we
can have him screened," I cautioned her.

	"Sure, Mom," she said as she stood, "Besides, I've got all the boys
I can handle now!" Abbie threw her hair back as she left the room.

	Shortly after 5:30, Nancy's husband Tony got home from work and she
explained their new houseguest to him. He agreed that they had done the
best thing bringing Kip home with her, so Nancy called Kip into the kitchen
and introduced him to Tony.

	"Nice to meet you, sir. I really appreciate you and Nancy giving me
a place to stay for awhile, not strings attached and all," said Kip.

	"Well, we hope we can help you get settled somewhere. From what
Nancy told me, it sounds like you've had a rough time the last couple of
months," said Tony.

	"Yes sir, it hasn't been easy, but I've managed. I'm just glad I
don't have to worry about tonight," answered Kip.

	"Hope you don't have to worry much about anything for a
while. Sounds like you could use some routine in your life," said
Tony. "Tomorrow, as soon as we know about more about your situation, we'll
see about getting you back into school. You're in a different district here
than you were, so that might make it a little easier for you not having to
face some of those kids again. I'm sure they've heard what happened to you
by now," said Tony.

	"I'll bet my old man told anyone and everyone by now, so sure, it
should be better to start at a new school. I'm kinda looking forward to it,
actually. I miss school," said Kip.

	The phone rang, and it was Jack, the case worker, calling for
Nancy.

	"Got some good news and some bad news, Nancy," said Jack. "The good
news is that everyone here agrees that if you're willing to take Kip on, he
can stay with you for a while. The bad news is that I talked to his father
this afternoon. He hung up on me three different times before I finally
convinced him that I really was with Social Services. He wants to terminate
his parental rights and give the boy up. He doesn't even want to take it to
court. Says he'll come by the office tomorrow and sign the papers if we'd
like. He also told me that he has all the paperwork from Kip's mother, too,
giving up her custody rights. Came with the divorce papers, but he'd never
told Kip."

	"That's so sad," said Nancy. "Should we tell him, or do you want
to."

	"Let's wait until I get a judge to sign off on the paperwork, then
I'll let him know. I don't think he'll miss his father anytime soon,"
answered Jack. "In the mean time, I'll be by tonight with the paperwork and
we'll get things set up for you so you can start getting him some clothes
and things."

	"OK, then we'll expect you after dinner," Nancy
answered. "Goodbye."

	Turning to her husband, Nancy said, "His father is giving him up
for adoption. He told Jack he never wanted to see Kip again. Jack's going
to tell him after the paperwork is done."

	"It's going to be rough on him, isn't it?" asked Tony.

	"Probably. Let's just try to make this as much of a home for him as
we can until he has to find out. Maybe that will make it a little easier
for him," answered Nancy.

	That night at dinner, Kip was quiet as the rest of the family
talked about what they had done that day. He helped clear the table, then
when Jack came with the papers, he sat quietly as everything was explained
to him. He agreed to stay with Nancy and Tony until a more permanent
situation could be set up, but understood that he might be staying for
several months. He was also told that his father did not want Kip returning
home, but was not told about the rest.

	Kip visited Dr. Burmeister's office a few days after he had moved
in and his test results came back with a clean bill of health and a warning
about unprotected sex. The doctor told Kip that he would be wise to consult
with either Tony or Tad about any potential sex partner before anything
happened because they could help guide him in a safe direction, which Kip
thought was a little strange, but was willing to accept.

	As the weeks went by, Kip found himself drawn into the family and
he became an active part of the close-knit group, especially with Tad. The
two grew closer together, confiding in each other and they slowly became
best friends.

Kip took the news about his father giving him up well. I found it almost
sad that Kip was so pleased about it, but I was happy for him that he was
finally free to find a family that would accept him. As weeks became
months, it became more evident that the family he needed might be ours.

If Tad and Kip had a sexual relationship going between them, other than a
few mutual jack-off sessions, Tony and I weren't aware of it, and Tad said
nothing to us, which he would of, knowing the house rules. Tad did
introduce him to a few of his gay friends whose families were part of the
Club, and therefore acceptable to us, so we knew Kip had an active sex
life, which all of us closely, but discreetly, monitored.

Tad also kept tabs on Kip through his friends, many of whom were now having
sex with Kip on a regular basis. Tad told us that one day he came home from
school to find Kip and two other guys going at each other in Kip's
bedroom. Tad also told us that Kip had confessed to spending time with a
couple of adults we knew from the Club, and one father-son arrangement that
he had been a third partner in on more than one Saturday morning, with our
quiet approval.

Kip had been living with us now over a year. We'd celebrated two birthdays
with him as part of our extended family, and we all knew his place was with
us. As the idea of legally adopting Kip came more and more into the center
of our thinking, we became increasingly aware that Kip's sex life was
almost out of control. When we discovered that Kip had taken part in a Club
orgy, we decided it was time to address the problem head-on.

Kip had been invited by one of his older partners, a teen-aged boy named
Jake, to join him and a few others at the home of Dan and Kate, two Club
members we knew casually who had two children, one of whom was a friend of
Abbie's named Kim, the other a 15-year-old named Timmy. We confronted Kip
with what we knew after having talked with Kate.

"I understand you got involved in some group sex last weekend," said Tony
to the seated boy. "Kate and Dan said you were a guest at their home
Saturday night."

"Yea, Jake took me. I didn't think you'd mind. Was I wrong?" asked Kip.

"Well, I wish you would have told us first," I said. "We think the world of
Jake, and I know he wouldn't let you do anything that would endanger you,
but you should have said something to us. As long as we know, there's
usually no problem."

"You guys are the greatest," said Kip. "I love all of you so much."

"We feel the same way, Kip. In fact, we want you to let us adopt you, to
make you a permanent part of our family," said Tony.

"Do you mean it? Really?" said Kip excitedly.

"Yes, we'd like to you to become our son, legally," I said.

"I'd love that more than anything else in the whole world," said Kip,
practically jumping up and down in his chair. "I love you both, Tad is the
best friend I've ever had and Abbie treats me just like she does Tad and I
love having a sister. But most of all, I still can't believe how
understanding you are about me being gay. How you let me be me and explore
my sexual feelings and that you all care enough to watch out for me and
everything. Jake told me you guys asked him and some of the other kids to
watch over me. You know, some other guys I used to know would be really
pissed about it, but I think it's wonderful that you care enough to do it."

"We do, Kip, we do," said Tony. "But I have to tell you that we're
concerned about it."

"What do you mean," asked Kip, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his
future parents.

"Well," I started, "you certainly have a very active sex life, probably too
active for someone your age. It hasn't affected your school work, but we're
afraid that it might lead you to places and people we're not comfortable
with you going."

"But I'm really careful to only fool around with the guys that you and Tad
and Jake and some of the others tell me are OK," said Kip.

"We know that," Tony answered, "but the time may come when you're in a
situation where you won't have control and we want you be more careful,
more restrained with your sex life."

"I'm sorry, but I just get carried away. The more sex I get, the more sex I
want, and everyone's being so good about helping me that I just can't stop
myself sometimes," protested Kip.

"We just want you to reign it in a little bit, Kip," I said. "You can't
spend all of your time hopping from bed to bed."

"And, Kip, we think it's time you learned more about yourself and your
sexual feelings. We know you believe you're gay, but perhaps you ought to
learn more about the whole sexual experience," said Tony. "If you're going
to become a part of this family, you're going to be well-rounded in every
aspect of your life, including your sex life."

"What do you mean?" asked Kip, very puzzled by the direction the
conversation had taken.

"Kip, you're 16 now, and in our family, we have some special
traditions. You've heard us talk about the Club occasionally, and you've
met several of the people who also belong to the club. When you join our
family, you also join the Club."

"What kind of Club is it? Some social group? 'Cause if it is, you guys know
a lot of swingers," said Kip.

"It's a sex club," Tony told the boy bluntly. "Families who think similarly
about sexual relationships and about how children should be educated about
sex. You probably could have guessed it if you'd had reason to think about
it. The Club has been watching over you from the day you went to that
shelter and met Nancy. Jack, your case worker, is a member of the club and
when he found out you were gay, he knew you belonged with a Club family,
because most of the other foster homes wouldn't be as accepting of you as
we are. We've all be guiding you into a safe harbor that can be a part of
the rest of your life. As a part of our family, you'll be a part of an even
larger family that also loves you and cares about you. As our child, this
is part of what we offer you. But you have to be willing to accept the
rules and abide by them."

"Are you wanting to control my whole life?" asked Kip. "Is this all about
somebody telling me what I can and can't do? 'Cause if it is, that sucks! I
don't want any part of that."

"Kip, you're wrong about that." I said kindly. "It's more of a
responsibility than a control over you. Because being a part of a family,
any family, is following the rules. Nobody wants to control you, but we do
want you take responsibility for your own actions, and we can help you
learn how to do that. These rules are guidelines to help you grow into a
responsible member of our family, of the larger family the Club will be in
your life, and to everyone else you deal with for the rest of your
life. You have to be willing to follow these rules if you want to join our
family. It's a decision you have to make."

"You said there are traditions. What are you talking about?" Kip asked.

"The year children in the Club family turn 16, they attend a special summer
camp to learn more about themselves and their sexual feelings. It's a
two-week camp where you'll learn about sex, both gay and straight, and how
to control your urges. We'd like you to go and discover more about
yourself," said Tony.

"You're kidding, right? You want me to go to sex camp? There's no such
thing!" said Kip.

"We're not fooling, Kip. Not only does it exist, but we think you need to
go, to learn more about yourself, to really discover your sexual feelings
and to find out your options," I said.

"You're NOT kidding, are you? This is unbelieveable!! First you want me to
become a part of your family, then you tell me you're sending me to some
sex camp. THIS IS SO COOL! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU BOTH
SO MUCH!" yelled Kip as he jumped up and started hugging and kissing both
Tony and me.

Our two children heard the commotion and came running into the den.

"Tad! Abbey! I'm going to be your brother...your REAL brother!" said Kip
excitedly as he hugged both of them, too.

"Hey wait a minute," said Kip, stopping suddenly. "If you go to this sex
camp at 16, then Abbey, you've already been, and Tad's going this summer
to, right?"

"So you told him about Camp Clover," said Tad.

"Kip, I went two years ago as a camper, last year as a counselor, and this
summer I'm going to supervise the swimming activities for the girls' camp,"
said Abbey.

"Then we'll be together at sex camp, Tad?" asked Kip.

"No," Tony said, "we thought it would be better for the two of you if you
went to different sessions. Tad will be there after you get back."

Tad added, "We've grown so close to each other, and Mom and Dad thought it
would be best if we didn't go through Camp together. It might make us a
little too uncomfortable with you about to be my brother."

"Yea, I think I understand that," said Kip. "That's cool. When is this camp
anyway?"

"Well you get out of school for the summer next week, and you'll start the
week after that. Jake will be there as a counselor, too. We've tried to
arrange it so that you'll be with a group of boys you don't know," I told
Kip.

"Cool. This is going to be exciting!" said Kip.

"We'll make all the arrangements for the adoption while you're gone," said
Tony.

"You guys have made me so happy," said Kip as he started another round of
hugs and kisses.

"I have to break up this happiness," I said, "but it's late and we all need
to get to bed. Good night everyone." And I gave all three of the kids big
kisses before I took Tony's hand and took him back to our bedroom for an
evening of passionate sex.

The next morning, Tad came into our bedroom, smelling of sex, his face
covered in a big smile. He sat down on the edge of the bed and told us what
had happened after we went to bed.

"Last night, right after I went to bed, Kip came into my room, all excited
and wanted to talk about everything. I pulled back my covers and told him
to get into bed with me and get comfortable while we talked. We talked for
a while about how glad he was to be living with us, how much we was excited
about being adopted and how glad he was that we had accepted him as being
gay. He asked me if I'd ever had feelings for him beyond being good
friends, and I told him how I felt about him, and that I had thought about
the two of us together, but never did anything because he was a foster
child and I didn't want to screw that up. Then he told me he wanted me to
make love to him. Next thing I know he's all over me and I'm all over him
and we wound up fucking each other almost all night. He's a regular sex
machine! I can see why Jake likes him so much. They're two of a kind."

"Are you OK with this?" asked his father?

"If it's all right with you," Tad answered.

"You know the rules. All we ask is that you follow them. I hope you both
find happiness with each other," I said.

"Tad, sending you two to Camp Clover might change things. Are you sure you
want to get involved with Kip just before you go?" Tony asked.

"Sure. I think everything will be all right. We've both already agreed that
we want to have other partners and lovers, so we understand each other. And
besides, he's already told me about another guy he hopes will be in
camp. Kim's sister Timmy is going to be there the week he is, isn't he?"
asked Tad.

"Yes," I said, "I believe he is. Why?"

"Well you remember the group party he went to a few days ago at Kim and
Timmy's house? Well, Kip said he saw a boy watching him in bed with Dan
through the skylight and it sounded like Timmy when he described him. Kip
has been having this fantasy all week about finding out who the boy is and
getting him into bed," explained Tad.

"Tad, thanks for telling us," I said. "I'll call Susan and let her know. I
think Nathan is going to be in camp that session, too. Both of them should
be a good influence on Kip, don't you think, Tony?"

"They're both good boys," said Tony, "but I don't think either of them
knows about what goes on at Camp Clover."

"I don't know Nathan that well, and I've never met Timmy," said Tad.

"Just don't say anything to Kip about it, and we'll let things take their
natural course," I said.

"Sounds good to me. I have to get back. Kip's asleep and I promised I'd let
him fuck me again this morning before we got up. Mom and Dad, I love you,
and I love you even more for what you're doing for Kip," said Tad as he
hugged his naked parents.

A short while later, I looked down the hallway to see Abbey standing
outside Tad's bedroom, her ear pressed against the door as she slowly
masturbated herself. I joined her, pressing my ear to the door beside her,
and hearing Kip's voice yelling, "Ride me brother, shove that pole deep
inside me. I want you to cum in your new brother's ass!"

I felt something hard pressing against my naked buttocks and spread my legs
so that Tony could slide inside of me. My hand fell to Abbey's crotch and I
started stroking her as she started fingering my wet pussy. As we heard the
two boys reach their private climax inside the bedroom, the three of us
also exploded in passion.

Having Kip as part of our family was going to be fun, and we could hardly
wait to find out what would be happening to us all next.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Kip's experiences at Camp Clover For Boys are part of the
story of that same name. As to whether this story continues as a series or
not will be totally up to you, the reader. Please send me an e-mail at
chipster071053@yahoo.com and let me know what you think!