Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2006 12:21:48 EST
From: Jetjt@aol.com
Subject: Super Jeff, Chapter 7

The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is
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John Tucker JETjt@aol.com


				SUPER JEFF

			       Chapter Seven

JEFF'S POV

"What? You want us to volunteer to be the counselors?" I asked in
amazement.  "What about our trip, golf and my lessons?"

"I'm not saying that we have to," Chris replied. "I just thought it might
be a good idea."

"I don't do that kind of thing," I argued. "Besides, the pay is lousy."

"My point exactly," Chris came back with uncommon boldness. "I mean, it's
not that you've made a habit of helping other people. I guess I shouldn't
say this, but with the exception of taking me in, I'd guess that it's
always been what Jeff could do for Jeff."

To hear those words from Chris, however true, left me with my mouth hanging
open. I wanted to get angry and throw the words back in his face, but in my
shock and silence I realized that what he had said pretty much described my
life. I made one last plea.

"I just can't believe you want to do this!  You want to go and baby-sit a
bunch of kids that are probably just the offspring of some rich people who
want to get rid of their kids for three weeks?"

"You don't know that," challenged Chris. "You could find out though. Call
back Mr. Jepperson. Don't tell him that we're thinking of taking the jobs
ourselves; just tell him that you need more information."

"Okay Mr. Smarty," I said responding to Chris' dare, "I have his number
right here."

Picking up a nearby phone, I dialed the number that Mr. Jepperson had given
me.

As it began ringing, I hoped that he wouldn't answer, afraid that Chris
might be right. After the third ring I was ready to hang up, then the phone
connection clicked.

"Carl Jepperson," the voice on the other end answered.

"Uh^Å Mr. Jepperson. This is Jeff Richards again.  Uh^Å I was thinking
about the counseling jobs and I realized that I didn't know that much about
the camp or the jobs. I need to know a bit more before I can do a good job
helping you out."

"You're right Jeff. I'm sorry. That was not very bright of me," he
responded.

"I didn't mean to sound critical by what I said," I quickly responded,
hoping our school Principal hadn't taken offense.

"No. You are right in asking. Let's see," he began. "The camps are run by
the Boys and Girls Club of Los Angeles. The ages of the kids range from 8
to 15 years of age. This first session is for the older kids, 12 to 15. The
age groups are separated into cabins of two age groups: 12 and 13, and 14
and 15, with 8 kids and one counselor in each cabin. The kids come mostly
from underprivileged homes and are sponsored by donations from the
community. The activities range from hiking and sports to crafts. In
certain areas such as crafts, we have teachers who run those activities,
giving the cabin counselors a little free time. The camps last three weeks
each, during which the counselors each get two days off, usually one day on
each of the middle weekends. The first camp, where we need help, officially
starts Monday, but the registration is tomorrow afternoon. There is a
website for the camp if you want to take a look. It's
B&GClubLA@gfr.org. Any other questions?"

"No sir," I replied.

"Oh, I almost forgot. For any counselors under the age of 18, we need a
permission form filled out and signed by the parents. I'll send it to you
if you give me either a fax number or your e-mail address. I'll also send
directions to the camp."

"That would be good," I said, "My e-mail address is SJisgood@MSB.com.

"Thanks Jeff," Jepperson conclude. "I can see why you were elected
President of the student council."

"Goodbye sir, and thanks for the information," I said, wishing that he'd
skipped the last compliment.

"Goodbye Jeff. I hope I'll be hearing from you soon."

"Yes sir," I replied as I placed the receiver back into its cradle.

"What did he say?" Chris asked.

"You were right. The camp is for kids who are needy. They can't even afford
the cost of a crummy three-week camp."

"So?" he asked looking at me with those beautiful eyes.

"So we go camping, Tonto,"

"Yippee!" Chris yelled in glee, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a
full body-press hug. Yikes!  If I'd known it meant so much to him, we could
have skipped the phone call!

"Now for your reward," he said with an evil grin as he loosened his arms
and moved back so that we were looking into each other's face.

"I get a reward?" I asked in confusion, "I just got a reward^Å^Å.What kind
of reward?"

"You remember last night, when I wanted to wait to sleep with you in your
bed?  Well^Å. I think enough time has passed."

I'm surprised my face didn't break from the huge grin that suddenly
appeared on it. I pulled him close and my lips touched his, expressing my
gratitude.

"I hope you're not expecting too much, too soon," he warned, feeling my
enthusiasm rise. "I just want to be with you and hold you. I'm not sure how
much further we can go right now."

I'm sure the disappointment leaked out of my facial expression, but I
smiled and agreed.

"I'll let you call the shots," I offered, wanting to allay any fears he
might be feeling.

"Thanks SJ. I'm not saying `no' to going a little further, but I'm nervous
as hell."

"I'm jittery too," I admitted.

"Call Mr. Jepperson back and tell him we'll take the job for three weeks
only, then call Pop's attorney, and then we need to get packing. Afterward
you get your reward."

"Yes SIR!" I said snapping to attention and saluting, grinning while I
reached over and again picked up the phone. I quickly placed the calls
informing Mr. Jepperson that Chris and I would be the new counselors, then
made arrangements with Ed. Macgregor, Dad's attorney, to meet mid-morning
the following day.

Later as we gathered our clothing for the trip, it became evident from the
piles that were stacked on our beds that each of us would need at least one
very large suitcase for our clothing and a good sized back pack for the
miscellaneous toys and electronic devices that I wanted to also take. Then
too, we had to take our golf clubs if we really want to take our days off
to play.

"How are we going to get all this stuff in your `Z'?" Chris asked as I
brought a large empty suitcase and a backpack into his room.

"I know," I replied seeing that he was correct. "I guess we'll have to take
my dad's Mercedes sedan. He won't need it."

"Yeah, I can just see us now, arriving at a camp for poor kids in an
$80,000 Mercedes," Chris chided.

"Bad idea," I conceded, wracking my brain for a solution to the
dilemma. Then the solution popped into my brain!

"I know," I said excitedly, "I've got a friend, Donnie Smith, who has a
little Nissan pickup that's about 10 years old. We'll trade him for my
`Z'. He just about creams his jeans every time he gets near my car, so I'm
sure he'll do it."

"That would work," agreed Chris. "Give him a call."

I went into my room to retrieve my cell phone, then picking it up and
finding Donnie's number, I pressed send.

"Yo SJ," Donnie said recognizing my number on his caller ID. "What's
happening Bro?"

"Hey buddy," I answered. "I'm in kind of a fix. I need your help."

"Super Jeff needs my help?" he questioned. "Is the world coming to an end?"

"No silly," I responded. "A friend and I are supposed to go up to Big Bear
and be counselors at a camp for poor kids for three weeks. We can't get all
of our stuff in my `Z', so I was hoping you'd trade me your pickup for my
`Z' for three weeks."

"You're gonna let me have your `Z' cunt wagon?  Damn!  I never thought I'd
even get to drive it, much less get to use it. You're on!" he
exclaimed. "When do you want my truck?"

"Right now would be great," I replied. "If not, we'll need it first thing
in the morning."

"Now would work out fine," he replied. "I was just about to go over to
Sharon's and pick her up for our date. I'll call her and tell her I'll be a
few minutes late. Is she going to be surprised when I show up in your
wheels! I'm already in my truck and on the way. I'll see you in about 10
minutes."

"Good. See you soon. Laterz," I said as I pressed the button disconnecting
the call.

Ten minutes later Chris and I were downstairs when we saw through the front
windows, Donnie's pickup arrive at the front gate. Before Donnie could
reach for the button on the gate speaker, I pressed the gate opener I held
in my hand, and the gate swung open.

Donnie knew his way around, so I motioned Chris to follow me to the
garage. Entering the garage, I flipped on the overhead lights then pressed
the wall mounted opener to the door behind my car. The door began its
upward climb and we saw that the pickup already was parked on the wide
drive, still running. I jumped into my `Z', started it up and backed it out
of the space, then slipping it into first gear I turned the wheel and
released the clutch causing the car to roll forward until its nose was
pointing toward the front of the property. Donnie pulled up to the end of
the drive and backed his pickup into my parking space before turning off
the lights and engine, then alighting.

"Donnie. I'd like you to meet Chris," I said as I walked up to them from my
car.

"Hiya!" Donnie said, offering his hand to Chris. "Don't I know you from
somewhere?"

"Hi," Chris responded as they shook hands. "You probably know me from
school."

"Oh yeah, from English class. You're that smart kid that Jeff was so pissed
about."

"My reputation precedes me, I guess," Chris said with a grin.

"Hey, I'd like to get to know you and shoot the shit, but I've got a
gorgeous pair of tits that are awaiting my attention," Donnie boasted. "You
guys have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't," he continued handing me
his keys.

"We won't do anything you would!" I responded as I took his keys and gave
him mine.

"Different strokes^Å.," he said shrugging his shoulders and turning to walk
to the car. "Laterz."

"The gate opener is on the driver's visor," I reminded him as he opened the
sport car's door.

"Gotcha, and thanks," he said as he stepped down into the low slung machine
and pulled the door closed.

Chris and I watched as he started the car, turned on the lights, and then
pressed the button on the driver's visor. We could see the large gates
begin to swing open as the car began to lurch rapidly forward.

I covered my eyes with my hands in anticipation of a crash. When I didn't
hear one, I looked up in time to see the taillights disappear as Donnie
turned and tromped on the gas, laying rubber as he shot down the hill.

"We should have taken the Mercedes," Chris said apologetically.

"It's okay, I hope," I wished aloud.

"Does he know you're gay?" Chris asked. "I just wondered after he made that
comment about `different strokes'?

"Yeah," I replied. "Most of my good friends know, but don't care. They know
that I'd never `hit' on them. They also know that I could kick most of
their butts. As for Donnie, he has an older brother who's gay, so it's no
big deal to him."

"Wow," Chris said in amazement. "I can't believe you're so out."

"It's no biggie," I replied. "Let's go inside. I'm about ready for my
present," I continued with a grin.

Ten minutes later, we were in bed, locked in each other's embrace.

		* * *

Chris' POV

I awoke when the sun shining through the windows reached my side of the
bed.

Opening my eyes, my gaze fell on the sleeping form beside me. I couldn't
believe that the beautiful body laying exposed to my hungry view was the
same that had been the giver of such warmth, tenderness and unbridled
passion just a few hours before. I noticed that during the night we'd
separated from the embrace we'd held as we fell asleep. Remembering the
wonder of the night before, I had no doubt in my mind that Jeff had
restrained his passion from going all out, in answer to the fear that he
knew I had when we began. But I also realized that we went much further
than I'd ever dreamed we would.

In the beginning, he let me be the aggressor knowing that I'd be more
comfortable than if he took the lead and I panicked on him. It wasn't that
he just laid back either. If I'd touch him, he'd touch me. As my hands
explored, his hands explored, then we explored some more until our hands
knew every bump and crevice of each other's body. My mind was in a state of
euphoria which is just north of my penis' state of rigidity, caused only by
his presence and subtle explorations. It wasn't his mere presence however
that caused my body to shudder then explode in rapture, though it certainly
brought my entire being to full sensitivity. It was the touch of his hand
as he grasped, finally, my most private parts. I was at first embarrassed
that it took so little to make me cum, but I had barely begun to return the
favor, when with an intense groan his large organ gushed its load, joining
mine on our abdomens. Our lips locked together in pleasure and gratitude,
as our arms held each other close.

We lay there holding each other in a state of satisfied bliss as our bodies
recovered. After about 15 minutes, Jeff released his hold on me, then
rolled to the edge of the bed before swinging his legs around and
standing. He disappeared into the adjacent bathroom and I could hear him
turning on the water at his sink. A moment later he reappeared with a warm
washcloth in hand which he used to tenderly remove the slippery products of
our passion. Tossing the cloth on the floor and noticing that my penis had
responded to his ministrations, he moved his head to my crotch and began to
kiss my cock, and then his tongue began to slide over its surface. He swung
his body up beside mine so that his large fully erect organ was waving
temptingly near my face. I pulled him close and began to make love to him
as he did the same with me. In a few short moments, I felt a warm wet
sensation envelop my throbbing cock when Jeff took it in his mouth, and
with trepidation I copied his action. I found that it was wonderful beyond
belief! My reluctance cast aside, I attacked his shaft like a man dying of
thirst would attack a Popsicle. He responded by increasing his assault on
my spear while at the same time thrusting his hips toward my face as I
engulfed his dick which was rapidly reaching a rock-hard state of
rapture. Every movement became a copied dance of passion. Our body
movements accelerated as we humped and writhed, our mouths providing the
receptacle for ever increasing pleasure. Finally as our now frantic
movements passed the pinnacle of control, loud guttural moans interspersed
with pauses for swallowing and fighting for air escaped the orifices that
were causing concurrent eruptions from our invading shafts. At last spent,
we collapsed, not moving as we regained our breath and composure.

After a few moments, Jeff turned his body around and took me into his arms,
kissing me with great tenderness.

"Thank you lover," he said in a soft low voice. "That was the most
wonderful feeling I've ever known."

Tears of emotion filled my eyes. I never imagined that I could feel so
engulfed with such a feeling of fullness and joy.

"I love you Jeff," I confessed as I blinked, causing tears to trickle down
my face. "I know you may not want to hear it, but I can't help myself."

Jeff looked at me, thinking carefully about what I'd just revealed before
he responded while wiping the tears away.

"I've loved you since the moment I saw you in the park," he began. "Now my
love has turned the corner. Now for the first time, I realize that I'm in
love with you."

It was my turn to pause as the words he had spoken sank in to my mind. The
tears of happiness that had previously leaked from my eyes now flowed like
a torrent. My brain could not rationalize that I, the boy who'd been thrown
away by his parents, could leap the chasm of despair into the absolute
bliss of acceptance and love by the most gorgeous guy on the planet! Yet I
believed him, and my heart swelled with the love that was pouring in.

It had taken an hour after that to get to sleep. First we faced each other,
kissing and holding each other with tenderness. Then as we began to nod
off, we'd peek to see if our bed partner was asleep yet. It caused a
chuckle or two when we realized that we were playing the same game. Finally
Jeff turned over and, reaching back, pulled me in to him until we were
snuggling spoon-fashion. I placed my arm around him and felt his defined
chest with my hand. He covered my hand with his own, and within minutes we
were asleep.

My mind returning to the present, I felt a great desire to repeat our
performance of the night before, yet looking at the clock I knew that it
wasn't going be. I touched Jeff's naked shoulder and at once his eyes
opened.

"Hi beautiful," I murmured with a warm smile.

"Hi Babe," he replied, quickly turning up the corners of his mouth as he
remembered the night before. "I'm still in love with you."

I laughed. "And they said it would never last," I kidded.

In response, he laughed too and pulled me too him. "Lips only," he said as
he drew me toward him for a good morning kiss. "My mouth tastes like the
bottom of bird cage."

"You'd better watch what you put in it then," I responded by giving him a
closed-mouthed peck. "Come on it's getting late. We've got to get moving."

"Aw, do we have to?" he asked looking hurt.

"Let's brush our teeth and discuss it in the shower," I offered.

"Hmmm, that sounds enticing. But maybe we should shower after our run."

"You want to run this morning?" I asked in shock.

"Sure! It will get the cobwebs out," he responded. "Besides, we may not get
the chance to run every morning up on the mountain."

"I'm sure I'll miss it," I said with a note of sarcasm.

"You'll be surprised," he promised. "Come on, let's hit the trail."

Reluctantly I rolled over away from him and sat up on the edge of the
bed. My morning woody was standing stiffly upward as I stood and began to
move toward the bathroom to relieve my swollen bladder. He followed closely
behind.

"Now I know what I saw in you," he kidded as he joined me beside the toilet
and looked down at my still skyward pointing penis. I was trying my best to
ignore him and to think neutral thoughts in hopes that my erection would
subside and I could relieve my pain.  My dick at last relaxed enough for a
tiny trickle of urine to escape. It was enough to put my `weapon' to `at
ease' and the pee flowed noisily into the bowl below. As I looked at Jeff,
I saw that he was having a more difficult time `getting started." I reached
over and grasped his still erect cock.

"Have a heart!" he pleaded. "I'm about to bust!"

"That will teach ya to make sexy remarks when I'm trying hard to pee," I
rejoined.

"Okay, okay," he said. "Let go."

"Oh, you're spoiling all the fun," I said with an evil grin as I released
my hold. "I'll be in my room putting on my running stuff, if you really
insist on running."

"You won't be sorry," he said as a trickle of urine managed to escape the
end of his dick.

I could hear a steady flow hit the water as I left the bathroom, heading
for my own room.

		* * *

50 minutes later we were back in the kitchen and covered with sweat.  While
catching our breath, and letting our hearts slow down, we drank a couple of
glasses of water and were resting a moment, when Frank entered the room.

"Good morning Guys," he said cheerfully. "When and what would you like to
eat?"

"I'd like a glass of orange juice, two eggs over easy, with bacon, hash
browns and a slice of toast," Jeff said quickly, then added. "In 15
minutes."

"I'll have the same, I guess," not quite believing Jeff's short reply.

"Very good gentlemen," Frank agreed as he started to move toward the
refrigerator.

"Oh Frank," Jeff continued. "Chris and I are going to be leaving for Big
Bear this morning. We'll be gone three weeks. Why don't you take some time
off?"

Frank looked up in surprise. "When did all this happen and what do I do
about the house?"

"Last night and just let the security company know when you'll be gone,"
Jeff answered.

"Do you mind if I inquire what you'll be doing?"

"We're going to camp," Jeff replied.

"Camp?" Frank asked after his dropped chin returned to its normal location.

"Yes, I said we're going camping, which has nothing to do with being campy
like you're thinking."

"Oh. Too bad. What brought all this on?"

"Mr. Jepperson, the principal of our school called. He needs a couple of
counselors for three weeks. One of the ones that he had got hurt after he
arrived and another took him home. Chris thought we should volunteer to
take their places."

"I'm shocked Mr. Jeff," the chef said in wonder. "I never envisioned you
doing that kind of thing, bit I think that it's a wonderful thing for you
both to do."

"Well, there's a lot about me you don't know," challenged Jeff. "Let's make
that 15 minutes start now," he said rising from the table.

I followed as we left the kitchen heading for our rooms.

"Wanna shower with me?" Jeff said with a wink as we ascended the stairs.

"Sure, but we're either going to have to be fast or keep our hands to
ourselves," I replied winking back.

"Fast works for me. Grab your clean clothes and meet me in my room," said
my grinning new lover.

"Yes Captain," I responded, taking off at a trot toward my door.

"Good man," Jeff said to my disappearing back.

An hour later we were on the road heading toward our rendezvous with Pop's
lawyer; an hour after that we were headed toward Big Bear.

It was noon by the time we reached San Bernardino at the foot of the
mountain range where Big Bear was located. The smog was so thick you could
cut it with a knife. While the sea breezes kept the coastline where we
lived generally clear from smog, those same breezes push the smog up
against the mountains to the north and west, where it's so thick at times
that you can hardly see across the street.

"It won't be long now," Jeff promised as the small truck began to labor
from the climb through the smog into the mountains.

"It won't be too soon for me," I replied. "Every Ionic Breeze in the world
couldn't clean up the air in this place."

"We'll be out of it in 10 minutes or so," promised Jeff who was driving,
"that is assuming the `Donnie beast' doesn't give up on us."

"Yeah, it's wheezing pretty bad," I agreed. "Of course I would too, if I
had to work so hard in this air."

"Should I shut down the A/C?" Jeff asked.

"What? And have us breathe that stuff? No thanks," I responded.

Jeff just laughed as he shifted into a lower gear, hoping to help the
laboring four cylinder engine cope with the climb.

As promised, we soon climbed above the brown cloud and began to enjoy the
scenery of pines and flowers indigenous to the mountains. I'd never been
there before so it was a real treat. Heck, I'd not only not been there, I'd
never been camping or even on a decent vacation. My folks' idea of a
vacation was a day at the beach, where we were told just to go play and not
bother our two parents. We also had to take along the younger kids who were
out of diapers, after being warned to watch the little ones like a hawk. It
didn't make for a very fun time, yet it was better than hanging around the
house.

After another 20 minutes or so, and multiple glances at our map we reached
the entry to the camp. Two large pine logs straddled the entry road in an
"A" configuration with a large wooden sign announcing the camp. We drove
under and followed the narrow asphalt through the woods, descending toward
the lake, all the while. Eventually we came to an opening in the
trees. Slightly below us three large buildings sat around a dirt parking
lot. Behind the buildings was another clearing which itself was
encapsulated with 10 wooden structures that could be generously called
cabins. In the clearing was what looked like an athletic field, though it
lacked any markings which might identify its true purpose. Behind the
cabins and separated further by trees, could be made out the blue lake in
the background.

 As we dropped down on the plain of the camp, the lake and cabins were
blocked from view. Jeff slowed down from our leisurely pace even more as we
left the asphalt road and entered the parking area. He continued to drive
slowly toward the larger buildings, finally pointing directly at the
building in the center which was identified by a much smaller sign than the
one we'd passed under at the main entrance. The sign said simply,
"Administration".  Pulling alongside another car that was parked, Jeff
stopped, turned off the ignition, then looked at me and said, "Let's go
find Mr. Jepperson."

After locking the doors of the pickup we walked quickly toward the building
and entered. At the reception desk sat an elderly lady of at least 50 years
of age. Jeff walked up with a smile that would melt chocolate.

"Ma'am," he said as she looked up from her work. "We're here to see
Mr. Jepperson."

"I'll see if I can locate him," she said smiling back. "May I give him your
names?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'm Jeff Richards, and my friend is Chris Taylor. We're the new
counselors."

"Pleased to meet you Ma'am," I said quickly.

"Oh! He'll be so pleased that you're both here. You have no idea how
worried he was about our little crisis," she said. "My name is Betty
Charles. When the campers aren't around you may call me Betty. Now, let me
see if I can find Carl."

She picked up the phone and apparently found him in his office, since she
smiled as she hung up the phone.

"He'll be right out," she reported. "You can have a seat over there," she
said pointing to a bench made from split logs."

I walked to the bench and Jeff followed. We were no sooner seated than
Mr. Jepperson appeared.

"Boys!"  He said, obviously pleased to see us. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Thanks Sir," Jeff spoke up. "Uh, I don't know if you've met my friend
Chris Taylor. He goes to our school too."

"It's nice to meet you Chris," Mr. Jepperson said and offered me his
hand. I shook it and mumbled some inane response.

"Have you fellows had lunch yet?" he asked looking at the clock which
showed 1 PM.

"No Sir," Jeff answered. "We came straight here."

"Well, we'll have to see what we can rustle up," he said. "Let's go over to
the hall and see if there is anything left. There should be as there was
plenty made for the full staff and we're still shy a couple of counselors
who should be here shortly. While we're there, I'll give you a brief
run-down of what you'll be doing. Then I'll show you to your cabins, where
you can stow your gear. We have a counselors' meeting in an hour at the
hall, then at three the buses should start arriving."

"Looks like we'll be jumping right into the fray," I said was we began to
walk out of the building."

"Yes, I'm sorry about that. Here are your counselors' handbooks that will
answer most of your questions. I wish we'd have been able to give them to
you earlier. Maybe you'll be able to give them a glance before the
meeting. If not, just get to them as soon as you can. It tells you how to
handle most situations and what your responsibilities are and are
not. We'll hand out the activities schedule at the meeting."

By this time we were entering the hall, a building that had rows of
picnic-type tables at one end and an open activities area on the other. On
the far wall was a cafeteria line which looked pretty bare. Mr. Jepperson
led us to the end of the line and began waving his arms to attract the
attention of one of the people working in and out of the kitchen. When the
man at last saw him he hurried over.

"What can I do for you Carl?" the man asked.

"Frank, I'd like you to meet Jeff Richards and Chris Taylor. They've come
to the rescue to take Tony and David's place for the first session. Jeff,
Chris, this is Frank Doolittle who runs our food operation."

"Glad to meet you men," Frank said with a nod. "I suppose you're hungry."

"Nice to meet you too," Jeff said with a smile. "Yes we are, but if it's
too much trouble we can run down to town in Big Bear. As I remember there's
a couple of fast food places there, and it's not too far."

"Nonsense," Frank said. "Would a couple of hamburgers with French fries be
okay?"

"That would be great for me," I interjected.

"Me too," Jeff echoed.

"There are glasses over there," he said pointing, "and ice in the soft
drink dispenser. Of course, since you're pulling the fat out of the fire
for us, I suggest one of my triple-thick shakes. It's a one-time offer."

"Strawberry," I answered without hesitation. Shakes were an almost unheard
of treat at my old home.

"I'll have chocolate," Jeff added.

"Coming right up," Frank promised. "Just have a seat and I'll bring your
drinks and lunches out when they're ready."

"Thanks," both Jeff and I replied.

"This camp looks pretty neat, Mr. Jepperson," Jeff commented.

"Yes, it's well cared for and well used. By the way, as long as you're here
and we're not in the presence of the campers, feel free to call me Carl."

"I'll try to remember Carl," Jeff said with a grin. "I'm so used to
thinking of you as Mr. Jepperson that I may forget"

"You're forgiven in advance," he laughed.

For the next ten minutes Carl filled us in on the history of the camp which
had been in use since the early 50's when the Boys and Girls Club had
purchased the property. His talk was interrupted only when Frank brought
out the shakes. I, for one, attacked my thick drink with gusto. Jeff drank
his too, but not with the same enthusiasm that I displayed.

When the food arrived, Frank also delivered a cup of coffee for Carl, who
told us a bit about how the camps operated. He insisted that we eat while
he talked. When we were finished, we took the tray which Frank had used to
deliver meals, and loaded it up with the napkins and other disposable
items, and the plates and utensils and carried them to the dishwashing
window, where we dumped the trash in a plastic barrel before placing the
washable material still on the tray through the window.

"I'll show you to your cabins now," Carl said. "There's only about 25
minutes before the counselors' meeting, but it should give you enough time
to get settled."

"What age groups will we be counselors for?" I asked as we left the
building.

"The 14 and 15 year olds," Carl answered. "I would have preferred to put
you with the younger guys, but it would have meant shuffling around all the
counselors. If you find that the age group is too hard to handle, just let
Eric, Jamie or me know."

Who are Eric and Jamie?" Jeff asked.

"Eric is the Program Director and Jamie is the Head Counselor. They make
this place work," replied Carl.

"What do you do?" I asked.

"I'm the Camp Director," he answered. "I'm responsible for the overall
operation of the camp and report to the Boys and Girls Clubs' Executive
Director in L.A."

"I'm glad we know the guy in high places," Jeff said.

"You'll like Eric and Jamie," Carl assured us with a smile. "They're great
guys, but a bit older than you are. You'll meet them at the meeting."

"Here's your cabin Jeff," Carl said pointing. "It's basically one big room
with your private room at the end on one side and the toilets and showers
on the other side off the hallway in between. "Yours, Chris, is the next
one there," he pointed.

"Take a look around then I'd suggest that you get your things. Don't forget
the meeting at 2:00. I hate to leave you dangling, but I really need to get
back to my office. The buses will be arriving in about an hour and a half."

"We really appreciate the food, the information you gave us and the tour,"
Jeff stated.

"Not half as much as I appreciate you coming through for me," Carl
replied. "I won't forget it."

"Thanks Sir," I said. "We'll do our best while we're here."

"I'm sure you will guys. See you soon," Carl said as he turned and walked
back the way we'd come.

"Let's look at the digs, then get our stuff from the truck," Jeff
suggested.

"I'm sure both cabins are alike," I surmised aloud. "Let's just look at
yours then go back for our things."

"After you," Jeff said with a wave as he pulled the door open.

Stepping inside, we saw the space as Carl had described it. We headed down
the hall to see Jeff's room and to use the bathroom facilities. Stepping
inside Jeff's room we saw a single bed, similar to the ones for the campers
but with a side table, a small desk with a lamp on it, a small chest for
clothes and a small closet for hang-up items.

  Jeff pulled me to him and, wrapping his arms around me, planted a kiss on
my lips.

"I've wanted to do that for hours," he said as we came up for air.

"Me too," I replied as I moved in for our second kiss.

Our lips touched and our tongues explored each other's oral cavity.

"Welcome to Big Bear Camp," a voice said from the doorway.

We jumped back in surprise at being caught and looked in the direction of
the voice.

In the doorway stood a hunk, whose looks gave Jeff's a run for the
money. He was smiling, and his eyes, which in a swift glance explored our
bodies, told us what we wanted to know. He was a member of our club.

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