Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2010 20:44:15 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 9 of "Just Like Scott" in the Gay Male/Young Friends Section

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 9

Courage and Cowardice

Scott was glad when evening finally came. It was their campsite's turn at
the showers and Scott explained the process to everyone. Tom said
nothing. He was still sulking over the Corwin incident. Scott wasn't
exactly sure what the director had told Tom, but it had really affected
him. Scott tried once to approach the subject, but Tom had shut him
down. They trudged up to the showers as the first sprinkles of the
predicted rainstorm started to fall. Inside the shower room, there was some
nervous chatter as the boys prepared to expose themselves to each other for
the first time.

It was interesting for Scott to observe the shyer ones that turned away to
undress. Others, like Tyler, seemed to purposely flaunt their
nakedness. Tyler even playfully grabbed his tent mate's balls before
running in to claim the first shower head. Scott enjoyed checking out this
new batch of campers' packages as they soaped and rinsed and enjoyed the
hot water pouring over them. Some showered quickly, trying their best to
stay facing the wall as much as possible. Others, pranced and danced in the
hot spray. No one boned up, though. Scott checked them all out.

Stewie was as well endowed as any of them. His tent mate, Curtis, the kid
who got the nightmares, was underdeveloped. He had just a shadow of pubes
and a tiny ball sac. His dick was maybe two inches and unremarkable. He was
smooth and still had the pre-pubic softness about his features. None were
hairless, and a few had a pretty nice patch of pubes. It was a pretty hot
show, overall, for one who appreciated the young male body like Scott
did. Scott had drained his balls often enough, recently, so the show didn't
cause him to bone up. It was just entertaining for him to check them all
out. Tom was sulking still, and paid little attention to the campers.

That night in bed, Tom avoided conversation and didn't read. Scott
struggled to stay awake until midnight. Finally, the hour came and he
carefully got up and peeked out the back tent flap. The rain was falling
gently, but steady. Stewie was not out. Scott checked every couple of
seconds for several minutes, and grew impatient. Scott slipped into his
flip flops, held his raincoat over his head and carefully walked over to
Stewie's tent. The flaps were tied shut. He went around to the front and
peeked through the untied flap. Stewie was gone. Scott realized he must be
in the outhouse because of the rain so he tip-toed and hopped around the
puddles along the path to join him.

Stewie was startled when the door opened, but relieved it was Scott. He was
standing at the urinal with his sweats and GoodNites at his ankles. Anyone
else seeing his GoodNites would have horrified Stewie.

"There you are." Scott said, shaking the water from his raincoat.

"Yeah, it was raining, so I came up here." Stewie explained the obvious.

"Yeah, smart. So did you stay dry?" Scott asked.

"Yup. But, I been trying to go and I can't get it started."

"That sucks. I know something that helps." Scott said.

"What?"

"Well, if you want me to, I could suck on it for you and after you cum from
getting sucked, you almost always have to pee." Scott said, sounding as
authoritative as possible.

"Really?" Stewie sounded suspicious.

"Oh, yeah. It always works for me." Scott said.

"You had yours sucked on before?" Stewie questioned.

"Sure, lots. It's great, and it almost always makes me go pee." Scott said.

"Well, okay. I guess." Stewie said. Scott detected a note of anticipation
in his voice.

"Let's not do it here, though," Scott suggested, "Someone might come in. I
got the key to the showers. Let's do it in there."

Stewie pulled his pants up and they carefully made their way further up the
hill to the showers. Scott unlocked the door and they went in. It was
totally dark, but Scott didn't dare turn on a light. They fumbled their way
to a bench in the dressing area. "Too bad I don't have a flashlight," Scott
said.

Eventually, their eyes adjusted and they could see a tiny bit. Scott
kneeled down in front of Stewie and fumbled for his waistband, then pulled
his sweats off along with his GoodNites. Stewie was trembling. Scott wasn't
sure if he was cold, nervous, excited, or all three. Scott rubbed Stewies
bare thighs and sides of his butt cheeks. Then, Scott began rubbing
Stewie's balls and slowly stroked his thick penis. Scott spread the little
dribbles of pre-cum around Stewie's bulging head and whenever he passed
over the little tuck of skin under the head, Stewie let out a soft, "Ahhh."

Scott took Stewie's thick rod in his fingers and directed it into his
mouth. Stewie was clutching the wooden bench and shivering with
anticipation. Scott sucked the throbbing rod halfway into his mouth and
Stewie gasped.

"Holy shit." Stewie said. Scott smiled knowingly. Scott pressed hard
against the pulsating dick with his encircling lips and began a slow
rhythmic sliding up and down the young man's shaft. Scott remembered his
first blowjob and imagined what Stewie must be thinking. Scott started
fondling and tickling Stewie's balls while he sucked. Stewie's ball sac
pulled up tight and his balls were pressed against the base of his thick
rod. In no time at all, Stewie said "I'm gonna shoot." He started a
panicked squirm to pull away.

Scott pulled off and jacked him to conclusion. Stewie started humping his
hips in rapid, thrusting motions as he shot his hot creamy sperm onto his
sweatshirt. When the frenzy ended and Stewie was breathing again, Scott
leaned in and licked the oozing cum off his large head. It was
exceptionally sweet. Scott savored it across his tongue. Then, Scott licked
the thick head and shaft clean and Stewie moaned in appreciation with each
stroke of the tongue.

"Isn't that gross, tasting it?" Stewie finally asked, after Scott let go
and stood up.

"No, I kinda like it." Scott said. "Did you like getting sucked on?"

"Holy shit. YES." Stewie said.

"Do you want to try sucking on mine to see how it feels to suck one?" Scott
asked hopefully. The dead silence answered the question. "Ah, its okay. You
don't need to, I just thought, you know, you might wanna try it."

"No." Stewie said weakly.

"Okay, that's cool," Scott said. "So, do you need to pee now?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

"Just do it in the shower drain." Scott suggested. Stewie felt his way over
to Tom's shower stall and soon, a steady stream was tinkling against the
metal drain grate.

He came back and said "What should I do with my messy top?"

"Just rub it in, I guess, and change when you get back to your tent." Scott
suggested. Stewie dressed and together, they picked their way around the
puddles, back to the tents.

"Thanks," Stewie called softly to Scott before he slipped past his tent
flap.

Scott stood there in front of his tent for a minute. The rain had slowed to
a slight drizzle. He was still boned and horny. He contemplated what to do
about it. He considered Cheryl's offer. He supposed she was right about the
hammer not going out in the rain. He thought about how it might be better
fucking her this time if he could last longer. Then his big brain thought
about his parents, his motorbike and Tom. He stood there one more minute,
full of indecision. He grabbed the flap and stepped back in the tent.

"Where you been?" Tom asked sternly.

Scott was startled and jumped. "Wha, wha, what you doing up?" Scott
stammered.

"Where you been?" Tom asked again. "Did you go back to the girls' camp?"

"NO." Scott shot back, "I wouldn't do that. I just got up to pee."

"Don't lie to me. You were gone a long time." Tom said.

"I'm not lying. Look, I can prove it." Scott pulled down his sweats and
boxers and shined his flashlight on his boner. "If I'd had sex with Cheryl,
I wouldn't still have a boner."

"So, where were you then?"

"Okay, I saw Stewie in the outhouse trying to go pee. I sorta helped him
out with cumming like you told him to do."

"Oh," Tom said, less stern, "I'm not sure, with all the shit going down
right now, that was a good idea, but it's better than you going to see
Cheryl. Why are you still boned?"

"I just helped him, he didn't help me."

"Oh, I see." Tom chuckled a bit. "You want some help from me with that?"

"Sure." Scott said. He was relieved he hadn't given in to going to see
Cheryl. He would have really pissed Tom off, if he had.

Tom stood and slid his cot over. Scott climbed on his cot and unzipped his
bag all the way. He took Tom's bag and zipped them together and spread them
evenly over the two cots. Then he stripped and climbed between the flannel
bags. Tom soon snuggled his naked body up next to him. Scott's boner, which
had started to subside, grew completely hard again. "Wanna try something
new?" Tom asked.

"What?" Scott inquired cautiously.

"You wanna try fucking me and compare it to fucking Cheryl?"

"Serious?"

"Yeah. Want to?"

The idea of comparing appealed to Scott. He had compared kissing and it was
better with girls. He had compared sucking and it was way better with
guys. Now, he could compare the ultimate sex act. "Yeah, I think I do."
Scott agreed, to Tom's surprise.

"Umm, can I do you after you do me?" Tom tentatively asked.

Scott pondered for an awkwardly long while. He knew Tom really wanted to do
it with him. He knew he kinda owed Tom and thought it would probably help
Tom get out of his sulky mood, if he let him. Besides, it was only fair and
it might be cool to see how it feels. "Okay, sure, I'll let you do it back
to me." He finally said.

"Nice." Tom wasted no time in grabbing his lube out of his bag. He hung his
flashlight from the top railing along the roof of the tent for some light.

"Can I be on top?" Tom asked. He sounded like a little kid, the way he
asked it.

"Sure, I guess." Scott agreed, "What am I supposed to do?" Tom pulled the
covers back and told Scott to roll onto his back.

"Scott," Tom began, "Remember asking me about my fantasies?"

"Yeah,"

"Well, there's one I've had for a long time but never tried. If ... I mean,
would you let me try something?"

"Depends. Like what?" Scott was a little nervous.

"Can I tie you up for this?" Tom blurted out.

"Tie me up?"

"Yeah, you know, like in some pornos where one guy gets tied up. Like, I'm
in total control. Is that too weird?" Tom furtively asked.

"Well," Scott contemplated, "Will it hurt?"

"No, I won't make it tight." Tom said.

"I guess, if you want to try it really bad, its okay. But, if I say to stop
and untie me, you have to, okay?"

"Nice!" Tom jumped back up and pulled out several ropes. He tied Scott's
hands to the top of the cot. He tied Scott's ankles with a rope that he
wrapped under the bottom cot railing and then tied it to his other
ankle. Scott felt extremely vulnerable. Tom felt powerful. Scott was
nervous and his dick went limp during the process. Tom was boned to the max
and excited to fulfill his fantasy. "Okay, my pretty, now I've got you."
Tom said in an odd voice.

Tom straddled over Scott's legs. He lay over Scott and sucked on his large,
brown nipples. He nibbled at the protruding nubs and then bit them with his
front teeth. "Ouch." Scott cried out. "Don't."

Next door, in tent #2, Stewie perked up and listened closer. The commotion
aroused his curiosity. He wondered what was going on, but when he heard
Scott cry out, he listened closer.

Tom shinnied up and straddled Scott's chest. He leaned up, supporting his
weight on the cot railing and began slapping his dick on Scott's
face. "Take that." He said, slapping his boner into Scott's cheek and
lips. Then, he started rubbing it on his face and over his lips and
neck. He lifted himself a bit and pressed his dickhead to Scott's lips and
commanded, "Suck it!"

Scott played along and slipped Tom's little dick into his mouth. The
contrast between sucking on Stewie's thick hose and sucking on Tom's skinny
straw, amused Scott. It seemed so odd, how a big, tall guy like Tom, had a
thinner dick and smaller balls than Stewie.

Tom started humping Scott's mouth. Tom thrust himself into Scott's face and
pressed hard. His auburn pubes smashed against Scott's nose, cutting off
his air. Scott began thrashing to breathe. Tom pulled out and when Scott
got a lung full of air, he scolded, "Don't do that. I couldn't breathe, you
a-hole. Are you trying to kill me?"

Next door, Stewie's eyes grew wide and he started sweating. His lip was
quivering.

Tom moved back between Scott's legs and started sucking Scott's limp
dick. Even limp, it was bigger than Tom's dick boned. Scott relaxed and
started enjoying the attention to his dick. He regained his erection and
felt the strains of the wrist and ankle restraints as he started his
involuntary body movements that accompanied growing sexual sensations. It
was a little erotic for Scott to be in someone's complete control like
that. Tom was completely lost into the fantasy of dominating his young
friend.

Tom poured a generous amount of baby oil on his dick and Scott's
package. Tom fondled Scott's dick and balls, made slick with the oil,
getting him worked up to the next level of excitement. Tom slid up and
began rubbing his dick and balls against Scott's. Their greased up chests
and legs were rubbing together as Tom lay with his full weight on top of
Scott. Scott tried to reach down and push Tom off when his full weight
became uncomfortable, but the ropes prevented it.

"Get off me." Scott said. Tom continued his body to body grinding.

"Get off me!" Scott said louder and more forcefully. He started thrashing
and twisting beneath Tom, to try and roll him off. The pressure of Tom on
his chest was making it hard to breathe. The cots were squeaking and
banging together.

Tom sat up, straddling Scott's thighs and grabbed Scott's big dick. He
squeezed it really hard and started jacking him furiously, pulling the
foreskin down as far as it would go. Tom tossed his head back and was
jacking his own dick as furiously as he was Scott's.

"Gah! Not so hard. Stop pounding me like that, it hurts. Geez, you're
ripping the skin off my head! What's up with you? Chill out!"

Stewie was panicking now. He was up and had his shoes on, unsure what to do
next. He decided to wake up Curtis, who jerked awake and listened to
Stewie's description of what he was hearing. Curtis was doubtful of
Stewie's story, thinking he'd had a nightmare. Curtis was accustomed to his
nightmares seeming completely real to him. What they heard next, though,
convinced Curtis it wasn't a nightmare after all.

Tom stopped jacking himself and Scott and whispered, "Sorry, man, I got
carried away a bit."

"A bit?" Scott said, "More like a lot."

"I'll calm down. I was just getting too carried away with the whole bondage
thing. I'm sorry, really." Tom said, gently. Scott did calm down a bit.

Tom poured some oil on his fingers. He lubed up his own pucker. He got two
fingers up inside himself a ways and massaged them in and out a
bit. Scott's nervousness increased as he peeked at this. Tom ripped open a
condom packet and rolled the rubber down over Scott's bulging dick. Tom
added more lube to Scott's sheathed member and slid himself up over
Scott. He directed Scott's massive pole to his anal ring and pressed down
on Scott's head.

Once in place, Tom grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them open. Scott
lifted his head off the pillow and watched his penis slowly disappear into
Tom's warm body. Scott tried to think about the feeling of being inside
Cheryl and compare it to being inside Tom's ass. But he found it hard to
do. All he could think about was the feelings he was experiencing right
then. Tom had to stop for long pauses as he lowered himself onto Scott's
large peg. Scott loved how Tom's body squeezed his dick from all sides and
then relaxed again, only to squeeze again in involuntary spasms. Tom was
groaning. Scott was moaning. When Tom managed to get Scott's dick all the
way inside him, he relaxed and rested himself on Scott's hips. Tom rubbed
Scott's chest and belly and nipples with his hands while he sat motionless,
impaled on Scott's pole.

"Oh, Scott, it's so big. No wonder Cheryl wanted you. It's even bigger than
Jeff's. Oh my god, I love it," Tom whispered.  "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it feels amazing, especially when you clamp down on me."

The urge for continued stimulation grew and Scott began pushing up with his
hips into Tom. Tom having acclimated himself to the invading rod, leaned up
and supported his weight on his hands and began sliding up and down on
Scott's dick. Tom relaxed his ass ring on the way going up Scott's rod,
then clenched tightly when sliding back down. This was driving Scott into a
dazed frenzy. Tom was getting powerfully aroused from the extreme
stimulation to his prostate. Just before they both tipped over the edge,
Tom pulled off and sat back on Scott's thighs. Their dicks were twitching
and begging for more.

"Why'd you stop?" Scott complained. "I was just about to cum."

"So was I, but it's too soon," Tom said. "I wanna cum inside you."

Tom moved down and untied one of Scott's ankles and bent Scott's knees
upward. Then, he wrapped the rope under the two cots and retied Scott's
ankle so that his legs were spread open. Tom put a condom on his dick and
moved back up between Scott's legs. Tom oiled up the rubber and pressed it
against Scott's pucker. Scott was nervous and shuddered.

"Don't worry, it'll be good. You're gonna love this. Just click your heels
and say, 'There's no place like home.'"

"What in the heck does that mean?" Scott asked.

"Never mind." Tom said, pressing his dickhead more forcefully against
Scott's quivering, pucker hole.

"Dude, I'm not sure about this." Scott wavered.

"C'mon, trust me, okay." Tom said in a soothing tone.

Tom pushed and Scott resisted. He could tell, even though Tom's dick was
not that big, it was definitely bigger than the finger. Tom pushed harder
and Scott clamped down harder. Tom pulled away and said, "C'mon, take it
like a man." He gave Scott's butt a slap, which turned out to be harder and
louder than he intended.

Tom oiled up a finger and massaged it into Scott's trembling hole. Once
more, Tom pressed his dickhead against Scott's entrance to the magical,
cave of wonders. Slowly, Scott relaxed a bit and Tom felt the loosening
ring against his sensitive head. He took advantage of the opportunity and
thrust hard into Scott. His dickhead forced its way in. "Aaargh." Scott
cried out. "Shit. That hurts. Pull it out!"

Stewie turned to Curtis, "See, I told you." Curtis moved over to sit on
Stewie's bunk to listen closer.

Tom held still and resisted the efforts by Scott's sphincter to expel his
invading head. Scott was bouncing his hips on the cots in an effort to rid
himself of Tom's dickhead. The cots were squeaking and sliding on the
wooden platform floor. Tom continued to ride his bucking thrusts and keep
himself inside for a while, but finally lost the battle.

"Just relax. It takes a minute. If you just relax, it won't hurt so
bad. Take your punishment like a man." Tom teased, and gave him another
slap on the ass.

"Okay, one more try." Scott agreed, panting.

Curtis was now getting dressed, and sharing in Stewie's panic. They were
uncertain what to do. They didn't dare go confront Tom, for fear of him
attacking them. They talked about waking some of the bigger guys in camp to
help out, but decided against that too. "Maybe, we better run to the office
and tell the night guard. Remember, in the meeting, they said there was
always someone there to help." Curtis said.

Tom pressed against Scott's constricted ring again. Scott concentrated on
relaxing it. Tom reentered and Scott gasped, but made a continued effort to
relax. It pinched and stung. Scott took deep, steady breaths to relax and
Tom took each advantage opportunity to push further in. He got halfway and
started making short stabbing motions with each spasm of Scott's
asshole. The pain was too much for Scott's tender, virgin colon. "Oww,
stop! Stop! STOP! It fuckin' hurts!" Scott cried out.

Tom made one last push to fully penetrate, hoping that once inside, Scott's
ass would relax and be okay.

"Shit! Stop stabbing me with that damn thing and untie me!" Scott
exclaimed.

Curtis and Stewie looked at each other in wide eyed fear and took off
running through the drizzling rain to the camp office. When they got there,
they both began babbling over each other until Mr. Hammond settled them
down enough to understand. His eyes bulged in disbelief and then horror at
the sincerity of the campers' story. He grabbed a flashlight, his coat, and
a radio, and followed the boys on a dead run back to campsite Bravo.

"Scott, just relax a minute." Tom encouraged.

"No. I'm done. Really. Just untie me."

"No, just trust me and relax a minute." Tom urged.

"No, untie me now." Scott insisted, "I don't like it."

Tom had managed to get himself all the way inside Scott and was holding
steady. Scott finally started calming down.

"Let me jack you." Tom suggested. "It'll take your mind off your ass until
it settles down and you can enjoy the fucking part. I promise, it feels
good once we can start sliding it in and out. Remember how you like it with
my finger up there? You just have to give it a chance."

Tom stripped the rubber off Scott's semi-limp dick, took it in his fist and
began jacking him slowly. Scott concentrated on the pleasurable feelings in
his expanding dick. He noticed that while his ass was still sore, it wasn't
really as painful anymore. The pinching sensation was gone. Scott clamped
his ass ring tightly around the base of Tom's dick and felt the fullness
feeling. It was like he was in the middle of pooping out a giant log that
was just stuck there. He felt soreness from being stretched, but the
stabbing pain was, in fact, gone. Getting jacked really had made the
feeling of Tom's dick up his ass better. It was a new sensation, similar to
when Tom had jacked him with a finger up there, only much stronger. The
tingles were deeper down inside of him and not just on the surface. The
more they grew, the more relaxed he became.

Slowly, Tom started moving in and out a bit. "Is it okay?"

"I guess." Scott said, between shallow breathes. "It's not as bad, now."

Tom increased his humping speed and jacked Scott in sync with his
thrusting. Scott was clenching and releasing his anal ring around Tom's
dick as he thrust in and out. Scott strained against the ropes on his
wrists and ankles, adding to the overall sensory experience. The pending
orgasm built up quickly, originating deep inside Scott's bowels and Tom
felt the expansion of Scott's dick in his hand as the first shot of cum
erupted from Scott's dick. That sent Tom over the edge and he quickened his
pumping. "Aaahhh." Scott and Tom cried out in unison as Tom climaxed and
drove his dick deeply into Scott's intestines, expelling his load of hot
cum into the tip of the condom. Tom collapsed on top of Scott, breathing
hard. As soon as Tom's dick finished its convulsions, it started going limp
and popped out of Scott's quivering ass. Tom sat up and carefully peeled
the cum-filled condom from his softened dick.

Just then, the tent flap flew open and a flashlight beam hit the two of
them. Confused panic followed. The hammer suddenly realized what he, and
possibly the two younger campers behind him, were viewing and he pulled the
flap closed. He shooed Stewie and Curtis into their tent. Tom jumped off
the cot and began frantically untying Scott. Before he could finish,
though, Mr. Hammond reentered the tent and demanded to know what the HELL
was going on.

"I told you, I didn't want to be tied up." Scott blurted, breaking into
panicked tears, "I told you to untie me."

"It's not how it looks." Tom said in his defense. "We were just messing
around together. Just some guy fun."

"Son, are you okay?" The hammer asked Scott.

"My butt hurts, but that's all."

"Get some clothes on. You're going to jail for raping this kid." The hammer
instructed Tom.

"No. No. Scott, tell him it wasn't rape." Tom pleaded, "Tell him."

"Was this faggot's penis up your butt?" Mr. Hammond asked.

Scott didn't answer, not sure what to say.

The hammer pushed Tom aside and untied Scott. He sat up and rubbed his
wrists. Finally, when they were both dressed and reinforcements had arrived
from the adult leader cabins, the hammer led Tom and Scott to the
office. The adult leaders shooed all the Bravo campers back into their
tents. The director arrived and took Stewie and Curtis up to his personal
family cabin for the night.

The director met with Scott, privately, in his office and asked Scott over
and over if he was okay. After a while, the nurse came and Scott was given
a cot in the infirmary. Tom was kept in a locked room in the director's
office with just a pillow and a blanket. Both Tom and Scott had a
miserable, and mostly sleepless, night. The next morning, the director met
with Tom first.

"Son, you realize the serious trouble that you're in?" The director asked.

Tom stared at the floor. "Yes sir."

"First, you expose and embarrass that poor little kid in his tent this
morning and now this." The director shook his head.

"Do you realize that you could go to prison for this?" The director
continued, after a pause.

"Yes sir. I've thought about that."

"What came over you to attack this young man who looked up to you as a
mentor?" The director asked.

"I didn't attack him!" Tom said, turning red. He felt his ears burning
hot. "I would never ... It was something we both wanted to do. I admit the
tying up part was mostly my idea. But, Scott agreed to try it. I didn't
force him."

"Son, no jury will care what Scott agreed to. He is a minor child. You are
a legal adult. You should know better."

"I know, sir." Tom said. "I know. Are you calling the police?"

"Not yet," The director answered, "I need to talk to Scott first. I also
want to talk to the two campers who reported you again."

Scott was awakened from his fitful slumber by the camp nurse. She was a
kind, and not bad looking, woman in her early thirties. "I need to examine
you and make sure that you aren't seriously injured."

"I'm not. I'm okay." Scott said.

"Okay, good. Just let me have a quick look then. Pull off your sweat pants
and sit up here." She patted the exam table. Scott reluctantly obeyed. When
he sat down, he realized how sore his butt still was from last night's
pounding.

The nursed traced her gloved fingers over his back and chest. She looked
under his arms. She checked his mouth, ears and scalp before moving to his
legs. She examined each leg and foot carefully. "Stand up, please." She
instructed, "I need to examine your private parts, may I remove your
underwear?"

Scott froze. He shrugged and nodded yes. Fear that he might get a boner in
front of her, flooded his mind and he grew tense.

Gently, she stooped and slid his boxers down and asked him to step out of
them. Scott saw her eyes widen as she took in his large package. He was
naked and felt more vulnerable now than when he'd been tied up on his
cot. He was in her control every bit as much as he had been in Tom's, only
her ropes weren't visible. They were imposed by her position and
authority. He was just as powerless to object, however. She reached out and
took his long, dangling balls in her gloved hand. She lifted them and
peered at them carefully. She rolled his balls between her fingers, asking
if he felt any pain. She lifted his long penis and examined underneath
it. Scott felt the uncontrollable swelling of it beginning. "Oh, god, think
of dead puppies," he thought. "Please, please don't bone on me now."

The pretty nurse began feeling up and down the shaft with her fingertips
and asked if he felt any pain in it. "No, but can you stop now, please?"
Scott pleaded.

"I need to examine under your foreskin, first." She responded. Scott closed
his eyes, clenched his teeth and thought about motorcycle riding. It didn't
work. As soon as she started peeling back the skin, the blood rushed in
like a flood through a broken dam and Scott sprang to full erection in
seconds flat. Scott clapped his hands over his flushed, reddened face.

"Scott, don't worry about that. It's very normal and happens to most young
boys when I have to examine them this way." She said, as kindly as
possible. She touched and gently pinched his swollen head and asked, "Is
there any pain?"

"No." Scott squeaked out, hands still covering his face.

She spread his piss slit open and asked if it hurt when he urinated. He
answered, it did not.

"Just one more thing and you can get dressed and we'll be done." She slid
his foreskin back into place and released his penis. It was standing tall
and twitching with each beat of his heart. "Turn around and bend down over
the table, please. I need to make sure you don't have any tearing or other
problems from your experience last night. Did Tom use a condom when he
attacked you?" She asked.

"Tom didn't attack me."

"Well, when you were penetrated, was a condom used?" She asked again.

"Yes." Scott answered turning and bending. Scott felt the cold, slimy jelly
on his anus, then an object sliding up inside him. It went in easily and
spread him open. She withdrew it, then slipped her slender finger up inside
and probed around. Scott felt some pressure on the spot that caused him to
cum so powerfully the night before from Tom's dick being up inside of him.

He was glad that she was quick about that part and even more pleased to
hear her say. "I don't see any problems, you can get dressed now." He did
so quickly.

Tom was locked back up in the storage room and Scott was escorted into the
director's office by the nurse, who had examined him. The nurse shook her
head from side to side in answer to some unasked question by the
director. The director's face seemed to calm a bit when she did so.

Scott sat in the same chair he'd sat in before, when he was questioned
about the intruder in the girls' camp.  Scott was visibly shaking. "Relax
son, this is not your fault and you're not in trouble. You're the victim
here. I just want to ask a few questions."

"Okay." Scott mumbled, looking down.

"Son, are you doing okay?"

"Yes. My bum hurts a little, that's all."

The director audibly sighed. "Son, tell me exactly what went on last
night."

Scott explained that Tom was up and awake when he returned from the
outhouse. He told him how Tom saw his erection in his boxers. Not exactly
true, but close enough, without admitting to the girls' camp matter. Scott
continued to explain that Tom asked if he wanted help with taking care of
his erection.  Scott tried to use all the correct words instead of saying
boner and stuff like that. He told the director that the two of them had
done some sex stuff before together, but didn't elaborate. He told him that
last night, Tom asked if they could try putting it inside each other's
anus'. He said that Tom had asked to do that before, but that he had always
said no to it.

"Is that when he tied you up against your will?" The director asked.

"Yes.  I mean, I didn't really want to get tied up, but he wanted to do it,
so I kinda let him."

"What did he stab you with and rip at your skin with?" The director asked.

"Huh?"

"Stewart and Curtis told me they heard you telling Tom to stop pounding you
and to stop stabbing you with something. They also reported that Tom was
ripping your skin off your head."

"Oh, wow. Well, he was just stabbing me with his penis and being too
rough. That's all. They misunderstood."

"I see," the director said. Pondering, he continued, "So you weren't
physically assaulted with anything, except for sexually, I mean?"

"Umm, yeah, I guess that's right."

"Scott, do you want Tom to go to jail for what he did?" The director stared
at him.

"NO!" Scott began crying. "He wasn't trying to hurt me. He wouldn't hurt
anyone. It just got out of control. He said so. I think tying me up was
what made him go kinda crazy like. Please, don't make him go to jail."

"Well, if you press charges or tell anyone about what happened, I'm sure he
will. If we call the police, I'm sure they will arrest him whether you want
him to be arrested or not. If that happens, there will be a lot of press
about this. Everyone will find out what he did to you, even your school
friends. Do you want that to happen?"

"No sir!" Scott said, struggling not to cry any more.

"Well if this gets out to the media, it will most likely mean the end of
our camp as well and I know you wouldn't want that to happen. And, we
certainly don't want you to endure any more pain or embarrassment from all
this. I've talked to Stewart and Curtis. They did the right thing. They
haven't talked to anyone else in camp yet. From what we can tell, no one
else in the campsite really knows what happened. There are a lot of
confused rumors; mostly, they think you and Tom got in a fight. Will you
help us fix this mess?" The director stared at Scott carefully watching his
body language. Scott wiped his eyes and his runny nose.

"Yes sir. But, how?"

"Tom will be fired and leave. I really need you to talk to Stewart and
Curtis and convince them that you and Tom had a fight. Tell them he was
punching and hurting you. Tell them that he wasn't really stabbing you with
anything. Tell them they misunderstood that part. NO mention of
sex. None. Clear?"

"Yes sir."

"You can stay, but you won't be assigned to a campsite. You will have a
cabin of your own on Leader Hill by the rest of us. You are a very gifted
musician and the band leader will use you all day. You can teach private
lessons in the afternoons."

"Yes sir."

"Any questions?"

"Can I see Tom?" Scott asked. The director sat back in his chair and folded
his hands across his chest.

After a long pause, he said, "Yes. I think maybe that would be a good
idea. But I need to talk to him again first. Follow me." The director led
him into the back of the office and unlocked a door. Tom stood up from his
seat on a storage crate.

"Scott wants to talk to you. But first, I need to speak to you again." The
director instructed Scott to go back to his office. After a bit, the
director called Scott back into the storage area.

"I assume you want to talk in private?" He looked at Scott, who nodded yes.

"Very well, go on in. I will be right out here, so if you need any help,
just yell out." Scott walked into the small storage room and pulled the
door closed.

"I can't believe all this is happening." Scott said, choking back tears.

"Neither can I. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised; trouble just follows
me around lately. Why does bad stuff happen every time I share my love with
someone I care about?" Tom lamented.

"So, did you tell them about me going to the girls' camp?" Scott asked.

"Is that all you're worried about? Your own damn self?" Tom raged.

"No." Scott objected, "Tom, I'm so scared for you. I just wondered, cuz I
didn't know if I should tell that part or not."

Tom calmed down. "No, I didn't tell that. Did they ask you about it or
something?"

"No, they didn't ask. The director said he's not going to tell the cops on
you." Scott told him.

"TELL?" Tom repeated, agitated again. "Tell that I was messing around with
a guy I like and who liked doing it too. Helping you take care of your
boner. Is that what they would TELL? What did you TELL them? Did you TELL
them I raped you?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that." Scott said, his voice quivering, "Don't
be mad at me. I didn't want all this to happen. I didn't blame you, but
they say it doesn't even matter what I say. If the cops find out, you'll
get in big trouble and probably go to jail."

Tom calmed down. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm just so upset. I can't really blame
you. It was mostly my stupid idea. Damn it. My life's ruined."

"What you gonna do?" Scott asked, scared for him.

"I called my dad just now. He's coming to get me. He just thinks I got
fired for getting in a fight with you. I don't get any pay, even what I
earned from the last two weeks. The story we're supposed to be giving out
is that we got in a fight and I beat you up. They just want to protect
their stupid camp's reputation. They don't really care about you and me. If
there was a way to screw us over and not get the bad publicity, they'd do
it. What did they tell you?" Tom asked.

"Same thing. I'm supposed to convince Stewie and Curtis we were fighting."
Scott's voice quivered again, "Will I ever see you again?"

"I don't know. Why would you want to?"

"Because ... because, I love you." Scott started crying again, "I'm so
sorry, Tom. I should've just shut my mouth and let you fuck me. I was such
a baby about it and made so much stupid noise."  Scott's chest was heaving
with slow sobs, "It's my fault your life's ruined."

Tom moved over and put his arm around him. "No, it's not. It's my fault. I
just hope I've finally learned my lesson."

They sat in silence while Scott got control of himself. They stood and
hugged until the door handle rattled. The director caught a glimpse of
their separation as he opened the door and looked quizzically at Scott
wiping his tears on his sweatshirt.

The director instructed Tom and Scott to follow him to their campsite where
they packed up their gear.  Tom was led back to the office and Scott was
taken to his new cabin to unpack and settle in. The aching in Scott's rear
was a constant reminder of the painful situation he was in.

Scott didn't leave the cabin all day. He kept looking out the window toward
the office, wondering when Tom's dad would arrive. Once, he went into the
bathroom and spread his naked butt cheeks open, to examine his sore
butthole in the mirror, making sure everything looked okay in there.

Finally, the black sedan appeared in front of the director's office. Scott
watched out the window as a stocky, grey haired man in a dark blue suit,
climbed out of the car. Tom emerged from the office and went to the
passenger side carrying his duffle bag. Scott watched as an exchange took
place between them.

"That's unacceptable," Tom's father roared, "They have no right to withhold
pay you have already earned, no matter what you may have done to get
fired."

"Please dad, just let it go. Please, let's just leave." Tom pleaded.

"Get a backbone, son. If you won't stand up for your rights, I'm going to."
The father said and stomped up the steps.

Tom dropped his duffle on the ground next to the passenger door and sank
down onto it. He cradled his knees in his arms and put his head down
against them. Scott rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a wad of tissue to
wipe his stinging eyes with. Scott returned in time to see Tom's father
come out of the office followed by the director. The director had a smug
look on his face as he leaned against the doorpost. Tom's father's face was
downcast and his shoulders were slumped. Tom stood up and grabbed his
duffle. He moved over to the car door handle and waited. Tom's face looked
like he needed to throw up. His father didn't look at him. He climbed into
the car, started it and pulled away. Tom dropped his duffle to the ground
as he watched his father disappear around the wooded bend.

The look of absolute despair on Tom's face overwhelmed Scott. He ran to the
bathroom, kneeled before the throne and heaved into the bowl. Convulsion
after convulsion followed as he emptied the vile, green contents of his
stomach. Finally, he sat back and flushed the toilet. He moved weakly to
the sink and splashed cold water on his face. Wiping his face and tears
with the hand towel, he remembered Tom. He ran to the window, but Tom was
gone. He stood frozen for a minute, unable to think. Then, he ran to his
duffle, pulled out a pen and quickly scribbled out his signature. He ran
out the cabin door and through the wooded area between Leader Hill and the
road.

Emerging from the woods, he faced Tom who was dejectedly walking along the
embankment. Tom stopped in front of him and stared blankly, incapable of
any further emotion.

"What are you going to do?" Scott asked.

"Dunno." Tom mumbled.

"Do you have any money?"

"A little." Tom said.

"Here." Scott held out his first paycheck, signed over to Tom.

Tom just stared at it, without moving to take it. "Take it. You need it. I
want you to." Scott said, shaking the check toward Tom.

Slowly, Tom reached out and took it. He stared at the check a minute and
his lip quivered. Tears trailed down his cheeks. Scott hugged him, then
pulled away and ran back into the woods. Scott went straight to his cabin
and packed up his duffle bag. Then, he marched resolutely to the camp
office. He walked in on the director talking with Stewie and Curtis.

"Excuse us boys." The director said sweetly after glancing at Scott's
scowl, "I need to talk to Scott for a minute. Wait outside, but don't talk
to anyone." The two stood and stared at Scott as if he were an alien as
they filed out.

"Sit." The director waved at a chair. Scott walked up to the desk and
stood.

"I'm not staying here. I saw what you did to Tom, telling his father on
him. That was mean." Scott said.

"That's fine. I wasn't thrilled with the idea of you staying here
anyway. You're as much of a little faggot as Tom is. I saw you hugging each
other in the storage room. But, you had better stick to the story for your
own good." The director spat back.

"I will. I'll tell Stewie and Curtis all about how Tom got mad at me and
was beating me up, just like you want." Scott agreed, "But, you're gonna
tell my parents that you overstaffed and don't need so many new
counselors. And, you're gonna pay me for the whole summer, as if I'd really
worked it all. And don't you dare call me that ugly faggot name ever
again!"

"Bullshit!" The director erupted. Redfaced, he continued, "I'm not paying
you shit and I'll call you anything I damn well please."

"No. You won't." Scott said back, firm and in command. "If you don't pay
me, or if you don't do as I say, I'll tell the cops there was a fight
between me and Tom, just like you said. Only, I'll tell them that you
sexually attacked me here in your office when we were alone. I'll tell them
it was really you that fucked me. The Nurse knows I got fucked, but she
doesn't know for sure it was Tom. You told her that part, I'm sure. Plus, I
can describe your penis to them. It has a big red splotch on the head
part. I saw it in the urinal, when you were checking mine out and jackin'
yours. So, I guess you're a faggot perv, too. Mr. Hammond didn't see Tom
actually fucking me, cuz we were already done when he opened our tent. So
it will be you and your stupid ass camp that will suffer, if you make any
trouble for me."

The director fumed, but didn't say anything for a long time. "Call you
parents and get your faggot ass the hell out of here. I'll get you a check
made out. Now, stay here and I'll get Stewart and Curtis to come in and you
better do a good job convincing them."

Scott smiled in satisfaction. "Check mate!" He thought.

Scott explained to Stewie and Curtis all about how everything they
overheard was just from Tom and him fighting. He apologized for scaring
them. He actually convinced them that he and Tom were wearing boxers when
Mr. Hammond surprised them. He said they probably just couldn't tell it in
the dim light. He told them to have a good time at camp and not let this
ruin it for them. He asked them to try and change any rumors they might
hear around camp about what happened.

When the boys left, the director admittted Scott had done a good job and
that he was, apparently, a very good liar. Scott wasn't sure if he meant it
as a complement, a dig, or a concern that Scott could be equally convincing
to the police. They walked out onto the porch of the office and the nurse
walked by. "Hello, Scott, how are you feeling?" She asked kindly.

"Better," Scott answered, "But, umm, I wanted to tell you something." Scott
glanced at the director, who glared back.

"What's that?" The nurse asked.

"Well, when you checked me out, you asked me if Tom wore a condom when he,
umm, penetrated me," Scott stammered purposely, "But, Tom never did that to
me. What you said. We were just playing around together, but he never did
that butt thing to me."

"Scott," she said softly, "I know better."

"No you don't. You it happened, but you don't know who did it." Scott said,
looking down.

"If it wasn't Tom, then who was it?" The nurse asked. Scott felt the
tension radiating from the director behind him.

Scott shrugged, "Never mind. It's not important. Thanks for all your help."
The nurse stared at him but he refused to look at her. Eventually, she
walked away. The director sat across the porch from him, glaring, not
willing to let him out of his sight until his parents came.

His dad came alone and the director spoke with him privately in his
office. Scott was nervous as he waited outside by the car. He remembered
how this scene had played out with Tom's dad. He wondered where Tom was and
what he was doing. A wave of relief spread over Scott as his dad emerged
from the office door, smiling and shaking the director's hand. While
Scott's dad walked down the steps, the director glared at Scott with
disdain. Scott smiled, climbed into the car and buckled up. "Where's mom?"

"Home with Sammy." Scott's dad answered. "That was sure a stand-up thing
the director did to pay you for the whole summer, even though you barely
worked two weeks."

"Yeah, he's a real stand-up guy alright." Scott said.

Scott and his dad talked more than usual on the way home. Scott kept an eye
out for Tom along the road until they hit the main highway. After that, he
settled back and closed his eyes, letting Camp Challenge fade into his
past.

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One more chapter to go. I hope you are still enjoying the story. As always,
I welcome comments from the readers. They help me be a better writer.
Thanks. h.schreiber@hushmail.com