Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 05:23:32 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: Puppy Love (gay, young-friends, camping) It costs money to maintain Nifty. If you enjoy these stories, consider donating to help keep the site up and running. You can do it here: https://donate.nifty.org/ I enjoy getting feedback. If you like the story, feel free to email me at butters2020@protonmail. com. If you didn't like the story, I don't want to hear it, so email someone else. Puppy Love By Butters2020 Chapter one: Nick I love Camp Wesley. I know it's technically a church camp but the only thing churchy about it are the songs and even they aren't anything like the hymns we sing at church on Sunday. Guitars instead of organs, for one thing, and they're fun to sing around the bonfire or at Compton Hall. I've been coming here for the last nine years, ever since I was six. Summer Session, Winter Camp, Spring Fling, every opportunity, I'm here. In middle school when I learned that the staff got to LIVE here during the summer, I decided that's what I wanted to do as soon as I was old enough. I applied when I was fourteen but wasn't picked. This year, though they hired me! It's not the dream job I thought it would be. As the new crew we spent the first month working in the chow hall, but I didn't care. We still got to spend our down time in Frenchman's Creek or the pool or the ropes course or hiking the trails or going up to the swinging bridge, or even hanging out with the campers at Compton Hall for the singalongs and skits. We slept in the staff cabin the first month. But then I was promoted to working with the campers. THIS is the job I've been dreaming of since sixth grade. I get to do what the campers do. Every day. Each session is two weeks. Instead of going home when the session is over, I get to start all over again. It's great. Sometimes I know some of the kids, if they're from my church or my neighborhood, but Camp Wesley is the church camp for the whole state so usually I don't know any of the kids when they're dropped off. Most of them are okay. Once in a while I'll get a jerk in the cabin or a crybaby but most of the campers are like me: they've been coming here since they were little kids and they're here to have fun, not cause problems. At the beginning of the summer is Special Session. That's for special needs kids. Instead of one staff person for the cabin it's one staff person per camper. Some of the campers are my age, some are little kids and some are grown-ups. I was in the chow hall during special session, so I saw the campers but didn't work with them. None of the regular staff was allowed to. I mean some of these campers needed diapers changed needed medicine or had feeding tubes and shit. That is beyond my pay grade. So, I was a little freaked out when I saw the wheelchair being unloaded from the van at the start of this session. It wasn't one of those electric wheelchairs, but still. It was hard to tell how old the kid was who got out of the van cuz something was wrong with him. He might have been as young as ten or as old as thirteen. Who knows? He had those kinds of crutches where the tops wrap around your arms. His arms weren't really bony but definitely super skinny. He wore a Camp Wesley t-shirt and blue shorts that came down almost to his knees. His legs were pale and as skinny as his arms. He had blonde hair and about a million freckles, which I thought only redheads had. When the wheelchair was out of the van, he used the crutches and hobble-walked past the chair. The lady with him, his mom I guess, hollered at him, but he kept on walking. The man, who I guess was his dad, put a duffle bag in the seat of the chair and pushed it behind the kid. I turned to Pastor Phillip and said, "This isn't Special Session. Should he be here now?" Pastor Phillip said, "Noah doesn't need a full time attendant. He's not 100% independent, but he'll be okay with your help." "My help?" Pastor Phillip put his arm around my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "He's in your cabin, Nick. You'll be fine. He'll tell you what he needs, which won't be much. No special skills required. You've got this. He'll just need someone to give him a hand." "But. I mean, I can't-I'm don't have any training for stuff like this." "You don't need training to push a wheelchair through the trail or help him in and out of the showers." My eyes widened and Pastor Phillip laughed. "Calm down. You won't be bathing him, just help him get his chair into the shower room, and then help him get it out again. You got this, Nick," he said again. "What's wrong with him?" I asked. I got a scowl for that, but it was a legit question if you asked me. "It's none of your business, but he has Cerebral Palsy. If he brings it up, that's fine, otherwise, his disability is off limits. I'm counting on you to enforce that rule with the other campers." "Yes, sir," I said. "Are you sure he's in my cabin? I have the twelve- to thirteen-year-olds" "Noah's twelve. He just looks younger." Okay so I was going to be a babysitter for two weeks. This session wouldn't be as much fun for me as the rest of the summer, but two weeks out of twelve wasn't bad. I trotted over to the man who was running after Noah with the wheelchair. "Hi, Mr. Noah's Dad. I'm Nick. I'm gonna be Noah's buddy for the next two weeks." "You've got your work cut out for you," he said. "Challenge accepted," I grinned. I took the chair from him and raced after Noah, who wasn't that far ahead, what with the crutches. I wheeled the chair next to him. He was so intent on keeping up with the other kids he didn't notice me. I kept one hand on the handle of the wheelchair and used the other hand to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. He was so oblivious of me that when I tapped him, I gave him a heart attack. "YIP!" he said and nearly toppled over, but only nearly. I laughed. And said, "Easy, Pete. I've been up and down this trail a hundred times and I still trip over some of the roots. I'm all for you forging your own path, but when we go to chow, you're in the chair, okay?" He had to look up to look me in the eye. Damn, this kid had a lot of freckles. "My name isn't Pete, it's Noah." "Whatever you say, Pete. But if you fall and get killed on the way to lunch, I'll get fired and I'm having too much fun living here this summer, so you're getting in the chair. I'm big enough to put you in it, which would cause a scene. You don't want to be what people are talking about the first day of camp, do you?" "Like they aren't talking about me already?" He had me there. "Yeah, but now they're saying, Did you know blond kids have freckles? Or Why does Nick keep calling him Pete instead of Noah? Or Why does he have crutches AND a wheelchair? Except the girls. They're all saying, Does he have a girlfriend? Do you think he'd go with me to the final night bonfire?" He didn't know whether to grin or roll his eyes. "But if you don't get in the chair, then they'll be saying, 'Ooh, did you see Nick pick up the new guy and show him who's boss?' How many chicks will want to be your bonfire date after that? Come on, Pete, all the chicken fingers will be gone before we get there." He thought he was going to ignore me and keep walking. "I promise. Except for this trail and the swinging bridge, I'll let you walk wherever you want. I want you to have fun this session. I'm not gonna baby you. I just don't want you to get hurt." He gave me an appraising look. I must have passed whatever test he gave me because he got in the chair. "My name is Noah," he said. "You're the boss, Pete," I pushed the chair over the rough terrain. Noah was bouncing in the chair. He was trying to hold onto the crutches and hold onto the armrests at the same time, to keep from being jostled out of the wheelchair. "How is this safer than me walking?" He said when we went over a thick root. "Sorry," I said. "I'm not used to driving these things." "OUCH!" he shouted. "What happened?" I asked. Pastor Phillip had assured me he wasn't fragile, but I was still nervous. Had I broken him? "I landed on my balls." He said it loud enough for me to hear, but not loud enough for the other kids on the trail to hear. Most of them were keeping a respectful distance. Or maybe it was a nervous distance. We finally cleared the trail and were on level ground. The parking lot to the chow hall was twenty yards away. "Okay, Pete, you're free to use the crutches now." "I'm crippled. You broke my nuts." "Oh shit, do I need to get the nurse?" He got out of the chair, grinning. "Got you," he said. He slipped his arms into the arm holes of the crutches and joined the throng of campers heading into the chow hall. I parked the chair next to where mothers leave their strollers during the parish retreats. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to eat with Noah and the other campers or with the staff like I usually did. He seemed to be doing okay and I'd promised not to baby him so joined my friends at the staff table. Then I realized Noah wouldn't be able to carry his tray and work his crutches at the same time, but one of the other campers had already offered to help him. Noah was already making friends and laughing with the dude who was carrying his tray. Pastor Phillip led the blessing, a typical rowdy camp song, After lunch he told everyone what to expect the rest of the day and then I went to my table to lead everyone to the cabin they'd be sharing for two weeks. "Your duffle bags are already in the cabin. If you need to take a leak you can do that. If you need any sunscreen or anything, get it, cuz after a half hour break, it's off to the canoes." The path from the chow hall to the cabins was much smoother than the one from the parking lot. I let Noah walk with the others while I pushed the chair behind everyone. I thought he'd slow us down but nope. His gait was ungainly, but he kept up with the rest of the kids just fine. The other boys stared at him a little at first, but they were too polite or too scared to ask any questions. Inside the cabin everyone claimed a bed. We all took a leak before heading out, but I noticed Noah used the stall instead of the urinal. I wondered if it was because he had a bashful bladder or if maybe something was wrong with his dick. I knew nothing about Cerebral Palsy. Did it fuck up your dick? Obviously, I couldn't ask, but I admit I was determined to sneak a peek at Noah's junk sometime in the next two weeks. The boys changed into swimsuits and started for the door. "Hold it!" I shouted. "Sunscreen!" Some of them complained they didn't need it, but rules are rules. Most of them were shirtless. Noah and Jake had t-shirts on, so they only had their arms and legs to worry about. I had the rest form a circle, each with a tube of SPF 80. "Coat the back of the boy in front of you," I told them. "Then take care of your own bellies, arms and legs." Noah looked like it killed him to admit it, but he said, "Jake, will you help me put the sunscreen on my legs?" Jake looked horrified. "Uh, homo much?" he said and walked to the other side of the cabin to apply his sunscreen." I snatched the tube from him. "Uh, banned from canoeing, much?" "What? Why?" I held up a finger. "Hate speech," I held up a second finger. "Not helping a fellow camper." I held up a third finger. "Because I can. While the rest of us are paddling down Frenchman's Creek, you can stay here and go over the camp handbook that you agreed to follow." He started to protest. "Or," I said, cutting him off, "we can call your parents to come pick you up right now, since you've already broken the agreement you signed when you came here. Up to you, Jake." I grabbed a copy of the camp rules and regulations and tossed it to him. I took the tube of sunscreen over to Noah who sat on his bunk. He looked like he wanted to kill me. "Thanks for nothing," he muttered at me. "Now he's gonna hate me." "Naw, he'll hate me, Pete." I squirted some sunscreen on his scrawny leg. "I'm new at this so let me know if I hurt you, okay?" "I'm not made of straw or sticks. And my name is Noah." "Duly noted. Not straw or sticks. So, I'll be wasting my time if I huff and puff and try to blow you." I waited till he looked at me before I said, "Down." My hand fit around his shin. Jesus, they were so skinny. I rubbed the lotion up his leg, over his knee. When I got to his thigh my hand no longer fit completely around it. I added more sunblock to his leg and rubbed it in, reaching around to cover his whole thigh. I smeared it higher up his leg until I reached the hem of his bathing suit. I slid my hand a little under the hem in case it rode up while he was sitting in the canoe. Then I did the same to his other leg. When I finished, I noticed he'd placed his hands over his crotch. I tried not to smile. It didn't take much for me to pop a bone when I was twelve. Someone rubbing lotion on my legs, that close to Mr. Happy, would get a rise out of me for sure, even if it was another guy doing the rubbing. I pretended I didn't notice his predicament and handed him the tube of sunscreen. "I'll let you take care of your arms and face." I left him and went to check on the progress of the other boys. All of us except Jake headed down to the creek, which was really a tributary of Moose River. I went up a couple notches in Noah's eyes when I didn't even bring the wheelchair with us. I knew we were going to have a problem just before we got to the creek, but the chair wouldn't be any help so why bother bringing it? Everything was fine up until the last half mile. Then the path hit an incline of about fifteen degrees. There was no way Noah would be able to manage it on his crutches. If we'd brought his chair, there was no way I'd be able to wheel him down the path. It was too steep, and I'd lose control of the chair. When he saw the hill that had to be navigated, he looked back in me in dismay. I was ready. "Hold up, guys." Everyone stopped, knowing what the problem was. "Billy, take Noah's crutches down to the canoes, will you?" "Sure, Nick." They knew what happens to campers who don't help their cabinmates. Noah slipped out of his crutches and passed them to the taller boy. I turned my back to Noah and crouched down. "All aboard," I said. He only hesitated a second and soon we were all on our way again, me giving Noah a piggy-back ride the final half mile. He weighed next to nothing. While we hiked down the hill he said, "How come you call me Pete all the time?" I pretended to stumble and loosened my grip for a second, so he thought he was falling. "YIP!" he said, startled, before I caught him and regained my footing. "That's why," I said. "When I gave you heart failure this morning you made that same noise. That's the exact same noise my dog Pete makes when he barks. You sound like a chihuahua, Pete." "What! I do not!" he said. "Yip! Yip! Yip!" I barked at him. He hit me on top of the head with his fist. "Ouch!" I said, even though I barely felt it. "Sorry about that, Mrs. Norris." "Who the hell is Mrs. Norris?" "You said ouch, and I barely bopped you, so that makes you a pussy. And my cat's name is Mrs. Norris." "Whatever you say, Pete." I pretended to drop him again. "YIP!" He caught his breath. "Darn it!" He bopped me on the head again and I laughed and then meowed. "Pussy," he said, also laughing. I wasn't a hundred percent sure, but I thought I felt something pressing against my back. I wondered if him sliding against me when I pretending to lose my grip those times had given him another boner. Or if just being twelve had given him another boner. When you're that age, you get a boner when the wind blows. I pretended I needed to get a better grip on him and intentionally lifted him up, as if he'd slid down a bit and I was repositioning him. This caused him to rub against my back. Yep, he's hard. Just like in the cabin, I acted like I didn't notice. He tightened his grip on me. "Mrs. Norris is a funny name for a cat," I said, hoping to convince him I was unaware of his hardon. We talked about his cat until we got to Frenchman's Creek. I crouched down to let him off my back. He held on to my elbow until Billy brought him his crutches. I made it a point to use my body to shield him so the other guys wouldn't see his crotch. His boner had to be obvious in his swimsuit. I admit I wanted to glance at it, but I didn't want to embarrass him. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into checking out dicks, and for sure not boys' dicks, but I was curious about his. Was it skinny like his legs and arms? Or cute like his face? Or deformed in some way? I don't think I was being all Hey, let's look at the freak show dick. Okay, maybe an hour ago I was, but after that crack about calling me Mrs. Norris cuz I'm a pussy, I have to admit he's a funny kid. Not funny weird, but funny ha ha. I've seen lots of campers so far and some of them are okay, but some are douches, and Noah seems okay. I like the kid, alright? He's a spunky little shit. Ellen, another staff member, was manning (womaning?) the canoe hut. She passed out life vests to the campers. Since we were the first group to go canoeing the canoes were still in the boat house instead of tied up in the creek. The boys went off in pairs to grab their dugouts and carry them to the water. Noah blushed and looked frustrated. I saw JJ, another kid in my cabin say something to Noah. Noah nodded but he still looked unhappy. JJ clapped him on the back and said something else to him and finally Noah's face cleared up. JJ ran up to me and Ellen. "Me and Noah are canoe partners but I'm gonna need someone to help me get the canoe." Ellen said, "Uh, I'm not sure-" I cut her off. "Sure, JJ. I'll meet you at the boat house." He ran off to catch up with the other boys. Ellen watched him go then turned to me. "Should we let the spaz go out on the water? What if he has a seizure or something? If he drowns, we're responsible." "His name is Noah not 'The Spaz.' Pastor Philip says he's fine to participate in everything. He's not gonna have a seizure. If I hear you call him that again I'll make sure Pastor Philip hears why everyone only sees Clark in the canoe when the two of you go out paddling. And why he always looks so happy when he's out on the creek." Her mouth fell open. "What, you really thought he wasn't going to tell the rest of us about you bobbing for apples when you and him were canoeing? He takes pics of you while you're doing it for Christ's sake." I went to catch up with JJ in the boat house. I felt a little bad that I'd probably put an end to Clark's blowjobs, but fuck him for taking pics of Ellen without her knowing it and fuck Ellen for talking about Noah that way. When the canoe was in the water and Noah was in the bow and JJ was in the stern, I was ready to push them off the sand and into the water proper. But Noah called me. I waded out to the front of the canoe. "What's up, Pete?" He lowered his voice and looked back at JJ. "I don't have a lot of strength in my arms. It's why I don't push my wheelchair myself very much. I'm not sure I can do my share of paddling. I don't want JJ to get mad at me if I make him do all the work. Maybe you should be my canoe partner." "You'll do fine. Your job is mostly steering. And anyway, JJ chins himself like fifty times a day. If you don't paddle at all he won't even notice." "You got this," JJ said. "And if you don't got it, I got it. I got *you*, Oh, Trayer of the Keeps. Let's go, the rest of the guys are having all the fun." He'd heard us, but don't ask me what Trayer of the Keeps means. "You heard the man, Pete," I said. "My name's Noah." "And I'm Methuselah," JJ said. "Can we go now?" I was no longer behind the canoe, but in front of it. I dragged it the rest of the way into the creek, and they were off, JJ pushing his paddle into the water with long, strong strokes; Noah's shorter, less powerful strokes having little effect on their momentum, but having a powerful effect on the smile on his face. We'd had a full day. After canoeing we went to the farm, fed the chickens, collected eggs, and fed the goats. Noah was knocked over a few times but so was everyone else. When we went ziplining I had to help him up to the platform. Everyone is attached to a harness when they zipline; it's not like he had to just hold on to the handle attached to the wire, so he zipped the line along with everyone else. There are cameras in two of the trees that take pics of the kids as they zoom by. He texted the pics of him to his folks. I asked him to send them to me, too. Jake carried Noah's tray at dinner, and I happened to know he wasn't just making up for his homo comment earlier. Noah seemed to appreciate it, but JJ looked annoyed. After dinner it was singing in Compton Hall, then Staff did a skit, then it was on to the opening night bonfire before heading to the cabin for the night. It was nearly ten when we got to the cabin. Most of the kids were wiped out and ready for bed. "I know it's been a long first day, but I don't want a bunch of stinky campers. You can shower before bed, or you can wake up early and shower before breakfast. But either way, you're not leaving this cabin till you wash the stink off you." "Tomorrow!" they shouted. I did make them brush their teeth at least. A couple of them changed into pajamas but most of them just stripped to their underwear and t-shirts or just their underwear and went to their bunks. Except for Noah. He seemed relieved that everyone had opted to shower the next day. He hobble-walked over to me. "Nick? Can I shower tonight?" I didn't ask him why he didn't want to wait till tomorrow. I figured he didn't want to shower in front of the other guys. "Sure. But not on crutches, Noah. Too risky on the wet tile." "I can do it," he protested. "Maybe. But I'm only following orders. I'll wheel you in, and then give you your privacy and come get you when you're finished. Or I can just wheel you through the doorway and you can wheel yourself the rest of the way." "Fine," he said. His voice broke but it had nothing to do with puberty. He was trying not to cry. "Hey." I didn't see the spunky, cocky kid who was determined to conquer the world on his own. I saw a vulnerable twelve-year-old who was half mad, half ashamed, at needing help for the simplest things. I put my hand on his shoulder. "I know it sucks, Pete." "My name is Noah!" "Not to me. My Pete's a chihuahua. Most people see him and see a little pipsqueak dog, but they're wrong. That mutt's the toughest little pup I've ever seen. We've got another dog, a German Shepherd name Hugo. Hugo jumps up on the couch like it's nothing. Pete likes to get up on the couch, too. But it takes him two or three tries to jump up on it. But if you try to help him, he'll bite you. That feisty little shit wants to do it on his own. Even after he tries six or seven times and can't do it and the only way he can get up there is with help, he hates it when I pick him up and put him on the couch. But once he's up there, he's glad I did. He just has to stop being stubborn and realize I'm not helping him to be a dick, I'm helping him cuz I want him to reach his goal. And I want him up there with me. Hugo is the family dog, but Pete is mine. You don't hear me calling any of these other kids anything but their real names, do you?" Noah shook his head. "They're all Hugos. You're the only Pete. You're my pup, Noah. I'm ready to stand by and let you try to get on the couch on your own, but if you need help, I'm gonna help you, even if you bite me for doing it. And it hurts my heart that it makes you sad or mad when I help you. Cuz I'm only doing it cuz I want you to reach your goal. And I want you on the couch with me. Okay?" He sniffed and nodded. "Okay." "Good. But I don't always know how to help you. Like this shower business. Um don't get mad, but I'm guessing you do not need help getting undressed, right?" He rolled his eyes. "Right. Is there a changing room or something in the showers?" "Yeah. There's a long bench where you hang your towel. When you're done, you dry off there and get dressed." "Wheel me there and I'll get undressed and get back in the chair. Then you can wheel me into the showers. You'll probably have to turn them on for me and hand me the soap and wash cloth. Then go away till I call you. And don't laugh at me!" "Whatever you say, Pete." He didn't tell me his name was Noah. We collected his towel and his shower kit, and his pajamas and he got in the wheelchair. The other boys were already in their bunks, snoring softly. I wheeled Noah down to the bathroom, past the toilets and tilted the chair back to push it over the four-inch raised barrier that separated the toilets from the shower area. "Call me when you're ready," I told him and left him to get undressed. I went back to the toilets and waited. "I'm ready!" I went back to the changing area. Noah sat in his wheelchair, naked, his hands covering his junk. I imagined he'd look skeletal like a concentration camp survivor, but he didn't. He looked skinny, but not malnourished or anything. He still had a little boy's body---his chest had no definition. His brown nipples stood out on his pale skin. He didn't get a lot of sun. He was looking down, avoiding eye contact. His hands covered his dick and balls but not his pubis. I was surprised to see he was completely smooth. His hands may have been covering some pubic hair closer to his penis, but he didn't look twelve. He was definitely a late bloomer. "Hey, Pete," I said softly. "Yeah?" he said, still looking at his lap. "Pete," I said again. Finally, he raised his head and looked at me. "You look fine, dude. Honest." I went behind the chair and pushed him into the shower area. There was a pipe coming out of the center of the room with five shower heads coming out of the top. Below each shower head were handles turning the water on and off and knobs setting the temperature. I parked Noah a couple of feet away from one of the shower heads and turned it on. "Warm? Hot? Really hot?" "Um, hot to start. Then let me check it." I let the water heat up and then put my hand under the stream of water. "How's this?" He hesitated, then took his hands away from his crotch to put them on the wheels of the chair and propel himself forward. He was completely smooth. Not a single hair. You'd think his dick would be a little kid's dick, an inch long, with non-existent balls, but his dick was between three and four inches long, soft and his balls had dropped. He caught me looking and I averted my eyes. He rolled close enough to the falling water that he could reach out to it with his hand. "Maybe a little hotter?" I adjusted the knob while he kept his hand under the water. I snuck another peek at his dick. How could it be that big with zero pubes? When he was satisfied with the water temperature, I handed him the soap and washcloth and told him to holler when he was finished, and I went back to the changing area. I had half a bone and had to shift it. "I'm done!" Noah said. No way. It hadn't even been two minutes. I went into the shower room. He had backed the chair away from the shower and his hands were over his crotch again. "Pete, you are so not done. You've still got half the woods on you." He looked at himself. His legs had some dirt and muck from Frenchman's Creek and from the trails. I walked around him, looking him over. There was dirt on his back from the zipline harness that had made it through his t-shirt. I told him about his back and said I'd have to help him with that. He blushed. "You'll have to help me with my legs too." I thought back to his problems applying the sunscreen. Pastor Philip had lied to me when he said I wouldn't have to bathe Noah but instead of being mad I was looking forward to it. "Not a problem, Pete. But look. I'm not getting in the shower with my clothes on. I may as well take my shower while you're taking yours. Is that okay?" "I guess." "Okay, let me get my towel." When I got back to the shower room I was as naked as Noah. Just as I'd done to him a few minutes ago, he was sneaking peeks at my dick. His eyes widened a little bit, but I was giving him a false impression. My dick had gone down from that half bone I had before, but I was still thicker than I am when I'm fully soft, making me look bigger than I really am. I turned on the shower head next to Noah and adjusted the temperature. From the corner of my eye, I saw him still checking me out. I stepped under the water and rinsed off the sweat of the day, then washed my hair. I soaped up my washcloth and washed my pits, making sure to give Noah a good look if he was interested. A quick look showed that yes, he was interested. I washed the dirt and muck off my own legs and arms, then washed my balls but stayed away from my dick---if I touched it, I'd bone up for sure. I rinsed off and then turned my attention to Noah. "Okay, Pete, let's start with your back." I turned the chair around, but the water hit the back of the chair instead of Noah. "Can you lean forward a little?" He did. I ignored the washcloth in his hand and used mine. The last thing it had touched was my balls. I used it now to wash the dirt from the zipline harness off Noah's back. I didn't scrub hard, but gently rubbed the cloth over his back. "That feels nice," he said. "Like a back scratch but also kind of like the back rubs I get at P.T." "Any time you want a back rub, all you have to do is ask." "M'kay." When his back was clean, I discarded the washcloth and soaped up my hands and used them to rub and massage his back. His head lolled forward, and he sighed. After a couple minutes I said, "Okay, let's get you clean before we run out of hot water." I turned the chair around so he was facing the falling water again. I knelt in front of him. I didn't pick up the washcloth but massaged my soapy hands over his shins, rubbing off the grime of the forest. "What did you do, go mud wrestling?" I asked. He giggled and bopped me on top of the head. "You were pretty dirty, too, Mrs. Norris." "Yeah, yeah." I dropped his left leg and added soap to my hand and gave his right shin the same treatment, half massage, half washing. Then I moved to his knee. He flinched and laughed. "That tickles!" "You mean when I do this?" I said and purposely tickled him behind the knee. He moved his legs apart, trying to get them out of my reach. His hands had been covering his junk but when he moved his legs apart, he also reached down trying to push me away, exposing himself to me again. Now that I was kneeling in front of it, I had a better look. I'd already seen that he was circumcised. His body was pale from not being exposed to the sun, but his penis was darker than the rest of him, almost pink. Whoever had snipped his dick left him a nice little fold of leftover foreskin, which formed a nice collar for the bullet shaped head of his dick. I took mercy on him and stopped tickling him. I put more soap on my hands and abandoned his knees. I put one hand on each of his legs and washed both of them at the same time, each hand mirroring the other as I gently rubbed my way up his thighs. The closer I got to his groin the lighter my touch became. He wasn't as dirty here; his shorts and swimsuit had covered him. My hands and fingers were feather light on his thighs. I just barely grazed his nutsack. "Nick." "I've got to get you clean Noah." I don't know what had come over me. Two years ago, when I was just a year older than Noah is, my friend Cliff tried to mess around with me, and I turned him down. I've got nothing against gays. I meant it when I told Jake one reason he couldn't go canoeing was because he'd used hate speech, and was because he was being homophobic. But I'd never had any curiosity in that direction. I wasn't mean to Cliff when he wanted to jack off with me, I just told him I didn't want to and that was that. But there was something about Noah. Even before I saw his smooth body and his beautiful dick---and why was I thinking of his dick as beautiful? ---When I gave him the piggyback ride, and when I started thinking of him as Pete instead of Noah, I knew I was feeling something for him. It made me feel sexy when he was checking me out a minute ago. So, it didn't feel wrong now when my slick soapy hand gently caressed his balls, telling him I was just washing them. "Nick, don't look at me!" he suddenly blurted. He was trying to back the wheelchair away from the shower, but the brakes were on. "Why? What's wrong?" I looked up at his face, thinking that's what he meant, but then I saw his boner. "Jesus, Pete!" He let go of the wheels of the chair and tried to cover his hardon but there was no way to cover it. "I'm sorry!" He asked. "Don't look!" "Pete. Noah." I grabbed his hands and as gently as I could, considering how hard he was trying to keep them in his lap, moved them away. His boner was five inches long and sticking straight up. Incredible. This little kid, four feet, six inches tall, with no hair on his body except on his head, had a dick almost as big as mine. "It's okay. All guys get hard. It's normal. And dude, you got a huge dick. You should be proud, not ashamed. Trust me, if the other guys see this, they might tease you, but they will one hundred percent be jealous." He wasn't listening. "I can't help it. It always did it when I'm bathed but it does it all the time now." "Yeah, that can suck. But depending on where you are, just rub one out." He looked lost. I decided then and there that there is nothing more adorable than a confused twelve-year-old boy with a hardon. "Jack off?" No reaction. "Masturbate?" Nothing. "Play with it?" He looked shocked. "I'm not allowed!" "Says who?" "My mom. When it did this when she bathed me once, she told me to never play with it when it does this." I'm calling the police, I thought. That's gotta be child abuse. "Just a minute. I know you're a spunky little shit, but you mean you've never spunked, you little shit?" "what's that?" "Oh, Pete, this is a day you will remember the rest of your life. I pushed him back under the water and rinsed the soap off both of us. Then I wheeled us to the changing area. I dried off with my towel but didn't get dressed. I gave him his crutches and he got up and dried himself while I wiped down the chair with my towel. He got back in the chair, and I wheeled him past the toilets, back through the cabin where the other boys were sleeping. At least I hoped they were sleeping since Noah and I were both naked. I pushed him through to the door of my sleeping room. One of the perks of being on staff was a private sleeping area. It was just a tiny room at the end of the cabin. I had the same twin sized bed the campers had but it came with a little dorm sized fridge that I kept stocked with cans of Mountain Dew. There wasn't room in the room for his wheelchair. We left it by the door, and he used his crutches to hobble-walk into the room. I took the crutches from him and helped him onto my bed. His boner had gone down some. I ran my fingers up and down his belly, letting them dance over his nipples and watched his dick inflate again to full hardness. His eyes never left mine. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "Make you bark," I smiled. I opened the drawer of the nightstand by the bed and took out the bottle of lotion I used every night when I jerked off. I got into bed with him and squirted some lotion into my hand and grabbed his hard dick. "YIP!" I tightened my grip and ran my fist up and down his throbbing cock, stroking him nice and slow. Every fourth or fifth time I got to the head I did a little twisty motion, rubbing my slippery palm over the head. Every time I did the twisty thing he yipped. And every time he yipped it made my heart do a flip flop. He closed his eyes. When he wasn't yipping, he made these soft moans. Between feeling his cock in my hand, and hearing him moan and yip, and seeing the look on his face as he felt his cock being stroked for the first time, my own dick was harder than it had ever been. His arm was waving at the air, reaching for something that wasn't there, and then he found what he was looking for; it was me. He put his hand on my leg. He mostly let it rest there, but every few seconds he squeezed or petted my leg, as if reassuring himself that I was really there. I didn't want to bring him off too quickly. I wanted his first time to be as memorable as possible. The next time I ran my palm over the head of his dick I also licked his tit. "YIP!" I backed off his chest to watch his face again. His mouth was open a little and I noticed how pouty his lips looked. I leaned over his face and lowered my lips to his and kissed him. I'd only kissed one person before. I thought that was hot, but it was nothing compared to kissing Noah. I never stopped stroking his cock. When my lips touched his, he didn't yip, but sucked in a breath. I just let my lips touch his for a moment, then I licked his upper lip. He opened his mouth a little more and I stuck my tongue into his mouth, running my tongue along his teeth, then flicking it against his tongue. I felt, more than heard, his YIP! And then his tongue was flicking me back, and then he was sucking my tongue hungrily. I tightened my grip on his cock and quickened my pace. His moans became more intense, as did the pressure of his hand on my leg. I thought I'd die if I didn't grab my own cock, but I had to content myself with humping the side of Noah's leg while I jacked him off. Suddenly he jerked his head away from me. "Nick! Oh!" "It's okay. Let it come, Pete." His head tilted back, and I felt his cock flex. I jacked him even faster. "YIP! YIP! YIP!" His cock throbbed four times, but nothing came out. He was cumming, and cumming hard but it was dry. When his dick stopped throbbing, I slowed down the stroking. His head came back to its normal position, and he opened his eyes. "Holy ravioli! Was that spunking?" "Almost. You got the feeling which is the main thing. But you didn't squirt any cum. Do you wanna see what that's like? Cuz if I don't cum, I'm gonna die." "Don't die!" I rolled from my side to my back, and he saw my hardon for the first time. It wasn't that much bigger than his, but he was still impressed. He kept his hand on my leg, rubbing and petting it, which doesn't sound very sexual, but it was such a turn on. I grabbed my cock and didn't waste time. I jacked my cock a little faster than usual while I kept my eyes on Noah's still twitching boner and pinched my tit with my other hand. Usually, I like to make my jacking sessions last, but I was just too damn horny. In less than a minute I grunted and shot a rope of cream out of my dick. "YIP!" Noah said, caught by surprise. The first blast of cum was followed by four more. I milked out a final gob that dripped out of my dick. Noah stared at the puddle of cum on my chest and belly and ran his finger through it, swirling it over my skin. He rubbed some between his thumb and forefinger. He sniffed it. He even tasted some of it. "How long before I can do that?" he asked. "I'm not sure. It's different for different guys. I think I started right around the time I started growing hair." He ran his fingers through my pubic hair. "I saw JJ when he was peeing before. He already has hair." "It won't be long until you get yours." "I guess." I wanted him to spend the whole night with me, but I didn't want either one of us to get in trouble. "You should get dressed and head to bed before someone wonders what we're doing in here." "Can we rub one out, masturbate, play with it, again tomorrow?" "You're the boss, Noah." "My name is Pete." Chapter Two JJ I love Camp Wesley. I've been coming here every year for the last six years, ever since I was six. I go to church camp more than my family goes to church. This is my first year staying at Upper Camp. First through sixth graders sleep in the cabins in Lower Camp. I don't know if the cabins in Upper Camp will be any different but they are closer to the chow hall and to the creek and the swinging bridge path. I heard that there's only ten kids per cabin. In Lower Camp there are thirty kids in each cabin. Fifteen bunkbeds lined against two of the walls. I hope the cabin rumors are true. When Mom dropped me off, I recognized lots of people from previous camp sessions. Last year a lot of them would have been in the same cabin as me. This year, if the rumors are true, only eight or nine of them will be my bunkmates for the next two weeks. I looked around for Locke but didn't see him. I was hoping he'd be here, and that we'd be in the same cabin. Ever since I saw his peter at the Spring Fling session, I've been wanting to see it again. It looked like he had hairs, too. I'd just started growing mine and was curious about other guys. That was three months ago and I have more hairs now I really want to see how much more hairs Locke has. We get our cabin assignments when we check in to the chow hall. Each cabin has their own table. I got my lunch and tray put the orange card with the number 15 on it onto the tray. "I'm in cabin fifteen, too," said someone behind me. Then he said, "Um, could you help me with my tray?" "Trays aren't that hard. Do you really need an owner's manual for how to work a tray?" I turned around to see who needs help working a lunch tray. Then I felt half mean and half stupid when I saw the kid had crutches. "Oh crap. Sorry. Yeah, I'll help you. Sorry for being dumb before." "S'okay," he said. I took his tray and put it on the counter next to mine. "I'm JJ, Keeper of the Trays." He snort-laughed and said, "I'm Noah, uh, what's the opposite of Keeper of the Trays?" I thought for a second. "Trayer of the Keeps." The line moved and I slid the trays down the counter. We checked out the steam table in front of us. The lunch lady looked at us and cleared her throat in a Hurry Up way. "Chicken fingers," I said. "Fish sticks," Noah said. He totally used his crutches for sympathy and scammed extra tater tots from the lunch lady at the next section. I've never been able to get an extra tot from that meanie. I couldn't get an extra grain of rice from her. While I carried our trays to table fifteen, Noah told me he'd share the bonus tots as my Tray Tip. I didn't know any of the other guys at our table, but that's cool. If I couldn't have Locke in my cabin, I didn't really care who else was in it. If we picked cabinmates the way we picked kickball teams in elementary school, I probably wouldn't have picked Noah because of that whole judging a book by its cover thing. But after talking to him for just two minutes I could see that except for being a crip, he's normal. I won't sign up to be his partner in the three-legged race on the last day of camp, but I can totally see us being friends. I just hope the rest of my cabinmates are as okay as Noah. I hate having dicks for cabinmates. Ha-ha, I'd rather have cabinmates with dicks. If I can check out the dick hairs. I didn't have to pee after lunch but I pretended I did just so I could stand at the urinals and try to see the dicks of the guys next to me. Noah had to pee but he went into the stall. Billy was on one side of me. I only got a quick look at him but all I saw was his dick sticking out of his fly. All I could tell is he's about the same size as me. I think. I didn't see all of it, just the part sticking out of his shorts. Jake was on the other side of me. I didn't get to see anything on him. I don't know if he knew I was trying to look or if he's always careful of bathroom peepers, but he made sure no one could see nothing. I changed into my bathing suit in the bunkroom. Two or three of the others changed in the bathroom stalls. Here's a secret: I didn't just change in the bunkroom so I could hopefully see the other guys' dicks and dick hair situations. I like that they could also see me if they wanted to. If I'm not careful I'm going to grow up to be one of those flashers that jumps out from the bushes and wags his wiener at old ladies. Only I won't waste time with the old ladies. I'll probably wag my wiener at Locke, if I could ever find him. Or at Noah. Or Billy. Or The guy who works the drive thru window at Burger King. He looks just like Olive from American Housewife. Man, I wish I could peep at HIM in the bathroom! When we changed into our swimsuits, I got one of those mini-stiffies I get when my dick is out and people can see it. It's not a real boner, the kind that says Hello, I'm a homo. Just my dick saying Hello, is someone looking at me? Should I come out to play? The kind that if I play it cool it stops when it's only at level one, condition yellow, but if I'm not careful it's a Code Red, Level Three, Suicide Alert Hard On. Then after it's too late, I find out I should have kept my shirt on. Cuz Nick makes all of us without shirts get in a circle to put sunscreen on each other's backs. Ordinarily this would be hot, and having my shirt off would be bonus. The boys who are too chicken to show their bodies, and keep their shirts on, don't have to put sunscreen on their shirts. But it turns out Noah has his shirt on. It probably takes him half an hour to put a shirt on or take it off, so it only makes sense for him. I don't know what Jake's reason is, except he went overboard in hiding his dick when he pissed, I guess he goes overboard to hide everything, the meanie. Anyway. If I had left my shirt on, then Noah might have asked ME to help him put sunscreen on his legs, instead of Jake the Jerk. But then Jake made that I'm no homo remark. At least that let me know that my dream of finding someone that I'd never see again after camp was over, to maybe possibly suggest we consider messing around together, would NOT be possibly suggested to maybe be considered with Jake. When Nick told him he couldn't go canoeing for his no homo remark I thought hooray for Nick. Not all the staff would have done that. I hope I always get Nick as my cabin staff when I come to camp. I wasn't sure how Noah was going to get to the canoes, the way the path does that huge drop at the end. I was sure Nick would say Noah wasn't going to be able to go. And why the heck does he keep calling him Pete? But nope, he had a plan the whole time and gave him a piggy back ride down the huge drop off. Like I said, Nick is cool. Ellen gave us the usual talk about water safety and no standing in the boats or tipping them, and everyone has to wear the life vests at all times, yadda yadda yadda. Finally, she dismissed us to pair off and go grab our canoes and paddles from the boat house. Some people paired up even before they got to the chow hall, but most of us just turned to the person next to us and paired up on the spot. I could see that no one was pairing with Noah. He looked half worried and half relieved. Billy turned to me and said, "How about it? You and me?" "I'm already paired with Noah," I said. "Okay," Billy said, and turned to a girl from Cabin 19. Barf. I'd rather not canoe than go with a girl. I went over to Noah. "The Keeper of the Trays and the Trayer of the Keeps must not be separated. Wanna partner up?" "I thought maybe I'd just watch," he said. I put my hand on my hips like my mom does when she's pissed. "How come you're not sharing your drugs?" "What? I don't have any drugs." I put my hands back my side. "Oh. I just assumed you were high when you said you didn't want to go canoeing. I mean you don't look stupid, and you'd have to be stupid or high not to want to go canoeing. Especially with me as your partner." I clapped him on the back. "Keeper and Trayer, Partners for life. Or until the end of the canoeing session. Whichever comes first." "Okay," he smiled. "But I'm not able to help get the canoe." "No sweat. Nick'll help me. He's not even the Trayer of the Keeps. He's only the Fetcher of the Boats." I ran over to where Nick and Ellen were talking. "Me and Noah are canoe partners but I'm gonna need someone to help me get the canoe." Ellen said, "Uh, I'm not sure-" But Nick said, "Sure, JJ. I'll meet you at the boat house." I walked over to the boathouse with steam coming out of my ears. I bet Nick cut her off because he knew I was about to get banned from camp for life. Ellen was about to say she wasn't sure Noah could go on the canoes. That's b.s. I know all about special session. I might only go to church ten times a year, but our youth group puts together the goody bags for the first special session each summer. If they can have a whole clamp for disabled kids, and some of them are in like motorized wheelchairs and like those TV commercial, please give us money, disabled Lions Club people, then I'm pretty sure Noah, who gets around on those crutches okay, can paddle a damn canoe. What, it's okay to put pictures of handicapped kids in the newsletters once a year as long as they don't actually let them have fun at camp? I turned around and yelled at Ellen, "B.S.!" But she didn't hear me. She and Nick were too busy fighting. Good. I bet he was telling her the exact same thing. I knew he was cool. As I went inside the boathouse to try to get a canoe off the wall by myself, I found myself wondering for the first time how much dick hair Nick had. I bet he's got pit hair too. We go swimming tomorrow. I'll get to see his pits. Thinking about that gave me one of those mini-stiffies. Part of me wanted to sing the Star Spangled Banner so it would go away or at least stay put and not get any bigger, and part of me was hoping Nick would notice it when he came to help me with the canoe. I gave him plenty of chances, but he was still so mad at Ellen he hardly knew I was there. He calmed down some by the time we got the canoe in the water. I thought that Noah was over his "I just wanna watch" stuff, but he still looked nervous. I was beginning to think he just didn't want me as a partner. Did I piss him off with my joking around? Didn't he like me? I really worried when he called Nick over to him after he was in the canoe. Good thing he sucks at whispering. I heard what he was worried about. Geez, like I can't paddle a canoe by myself. We have one at home and when we go to the lake I canoe with my mom and sister all the time and I'm the ONLY that ever paddles. "You got this," I told him. "And if you don't it, I got it. I got YOU, Oh, Trayer of the Keeps." Nick look confused but nuts to Nick. If he can't be bothered to notice my boner, he doesn't need to know what the Trayer of the Keeps is. Noah turned around and grinned and I knew that me and him were gonna be okay. That is, we'd be okay if we ever got started. "Let's go! The rest of the guys are having all the fun." "You heard the man, Pete," Nick said. "My name's Noah." "And I'm Methuselah," I said. "Can we go now?" Nick pulled us into the creek and I put my back into it, using long strokes to get us to the deeper part of the creek as fast as I could. When two people are in the canoe one person paddles left and one paddles right, but I knew I was basically in a one person craft, as far as the paddling was concerned. It was okay though. I saw Noah's big grin as he paddled like a crazy person. An ineffective crazy person, but a really happy, ineffective, crazy person. It was supposed to be a semi-organized trip our first day out, but as long as we stayed in the creek and didn't go out into Moose River, we could go where we wanted. Noah told me this was his first time at Camp Wesley. His family moved here from Georgia three months ago. He went to the church camp there, but he's a Wesley Newbie. I paddled us over to the Grotto, a shady place where the cliffs are, not that they're very much in the way of cliffs. While I paddled and steered Noah still paddled like a maniac at the front of the canoe. "You can stop. We're here." "Oh. Sorry," he said. He was sweating but still grinning. He'd splashed half of Frenchman's Creek onto himself and into the canoe. "This is a great fishing spot. You'll always catch some bass here." "Will we be fishing at camp?" "No, they don't let us fish when it's just kids. But at Family sessions, like parish retreats, you can if you have a license. This is where me and my dad always go. It's not like a secret fishing spot or anything, but whoever gets here first, is guaranteed to get fish. And it's nice and shady here, so on a hot day like today it's nice if you're feeling lazy. And no one can see you from the trails or the rest of the creek unless they paddle over here. The older kids come here to make out. At least that's what the rumors are." The rumor about the cabins in Upper Camp were true so I bet the rumors about the making out in the grotto are true. Part of me thinks it's good that no one can see you when you're here, in case I ever find someone to maybe possibly suggest we consider messing around together with, this would be a good place to do it, but another part of me thinks it sucks that you can't see this place from the trails or the rest of the creek, because I wouldn't mind peeping at one of the older kids making out here, especially if it was Nick. I wonder who he makes out with? I bet it's NOT Ellen. Maybe he doesn't make out with anyone, maybe he just comes here to jack off. One time during a parish retreat I did that. We're not supposed to take a canoe out by ourselves. Me and my brother checked one out together but then in the middle of the creek I wanted to go to the Grotto and he wanted go out into Moose River and we had a fight so he jumped out of the canoe and swam back to shore and left me alone in the canoe which was making me break the rules and I'd be in trouble if I was caught. But he's the one who jumped out and left me alone, so HE broke the rules not me. I wasn't worried. Nuts to him. I paddled to the Grotto and since I was all by myself, I sat on the seat of the canoe and took out my dick. You already know that I kind of like being naked in front of people. I know that technically I wasn't in front of people, but it was outside, and someone COULD have paddled up to the Grotto at any minute and caught me. Which made me SO hard! I jerked it faster than I ever did at home and I cummed so freaking hard. The hardest in my life. And I squirted! It shot out! Not the mamby pamby squirty squirt cumming I usually do. I mean this shot out like two feet. It landed on the other seat of the canoe, and I just left it there for the next person to sit on. But then at dinner I worried that some girl would sit on it and get pregnant and then they would do DNA on her like in the TV shows, and they'd know I was the father and I'd be arrested. Which only made me hard again, so I jacked off another one. "Hey! Earth to Keeper of the Trays!" Noah said. "Sorry. I was remembering my last time here," I said. I made sure he could see the bulge my boner made in my swimsuit but he either didn't see it or he was real good at pretending he didn't see it. What the hell! No one looks at my boners today! I took him to the other places I knew of on Frenchman's Creek till we heard the bell ringing that meant time to head in. I was a little bit jealous when I saw Nick giving him a piggyback ride back up to where the trail was level. The funny thing is I'm not sure which one of them I was jealous of. We had free time an hour before the first night bonfire. I was about to take a whiz at the urinal when Noah came into the bathroom. By now I knew that he was going to head to the stall, and I wouldn't get to peek at his dick but there was no reason he couldn't peek at mine. When I heard his crutches on the way into the bathroom, I took a step back from the urinal. I also pulled my underwear down past my balls instead of pulling my dick out thru the fly opening to make sure he had a good look. This time it wasn't under my clothes so there was no way he could miss it. When he came into the bathroom, I gave him just a quick look. "Hey, Noah," I said and then faced forward again. I heard the click click of the crutches on the tiled floor slow down. He was walking slower which must mean he was scoping out my dick. It's about time. Naturally, I started to get a mini- stiffy. At the end of the day when Nick gave us a choice of taking a shower tonight or waiting until tomorrow, I waited to see what the other guys were going to do, before going along with them. I was going to shower when they showered. But I was so tired I probably would have voted for showering tomorrow no matter how they rest of them voted. I was asleep almost before my head hit the pillow. It turns out Nick and Noah showered last night after the rest of us went to bed, so I didn't get to see either one of them. But I got to see everyone else, even Hide and Seek Jake. I don't know why he was trying so hard to keep his dick covered up at the urinal yesterday. There's nothing wrong with it. He's not a micro-peen or anything. He's got more hairs than me and his balls are bigger. But I think he's older so that's to be expected. I don't know if he has pit hairs though. He kept his arms crossed across his chest the whole time he was in the shower, except when he turned his back to us. First the shirt with the swimsuit and now the crossed arms in the shower. He does NOT want us to see his chest. He must have man boobs or something. Billy still has his foreskin which looks so weird. You can't see his dick at all. He looks like there's a little elephant trunk on the end of his dick. Seeing it gave me a mini-stiffy for sure. He has the most hair of all of us. PLUS he has hairs in his pits! Which almost turns my mini-stiffy into a full on boner but I managed to keep it under control. I wondered about the possibility of perhaps suggesting to Billy that we maybe consider conceivably messing around together. In the chow hall I waited for Noah. "Good morrow, oh Trayer of the Keeps!" I don't know why I was acting like a cheeseball. "What up, Keeper of the Trays?" he asked and handed me his tray. "Seriously though, thanks." I shrugged. "It's just carrying a tray. Not like I'm giving you a kidney." He suddenly looked serious. "I've been meaning to ask you about that," Noah said. "Oh. Uh. Listen, I like you and all but. I mean I have to ask my parents about it first. And I don't pee all that great so I'm not sure you really want my kidney anyway." He was grinning at me and it took me a second to realize I was being punked. "Just for that, I'm picking out your breakfast." I knew we had no choices for breakfast. It was either eggs or eggs on Tuesday. French toast sticks or French toast sticks on Wednesdays. And so on. We only get a choice with lunch and dinner. I carried our trays to table fifteen. Pastor Philip led us all in another song-prayer and we scarfed down the camp eggs which always make me fart. While we ate Pastor Philip read the schedule for the day. It was staggered. Red team had canoeing first. We were Blue Team so I didn't pay attention while he went through the Red, Yellow and Green schedules. Finally, he got to us. Swinging bridge hike, then swimming in the lake, which isn't as good as swimming in the pool, but is still better than a kick in the nuts, lunch, crafts, which I hoped didn't suck this year, working on our cabin skit, free time, dinner, a concert at Compton Hall, and then free time before lights out. Nick made Noah use the chair to get to the swinging bridge. Then he hooked up a version of the zipline harness to him and they were tethered together when they were on the bridge. Noah seemed to have a great time but I had a million heart attacks. I was scared shitless he was going to fall off. I mean dang, using crutches on the swinging bridge?! What the hell! But he acted like he was at Disney World. Swimming was a different story. Noah did not want to go swimming. Even with a life vest on. I love swimming and really wanted to go but I didn't want him being the only one not swimming. I knew Nick would sit with him but I didn't want him to get a rep as a mama's boy, always hanging with Staff. We'd have plenty of other swim sessions so I sat out this one to keep him company. So, there we are, me and Noah, sitting on the floating dock where the boat that tows the tubes is tied (it was out pulling the Yellow team who were tubing while we were swimming). Our feet dangled in the water. Noah was really nervous about the water. He wasn't scared of canoeing, but swimming scared him to death. He wouldn't even sit on the dock with his legs in the water until he was wearing a live vest. He kept apologizing for keeping me from swimming with the other guys and I kept telling him not to worry about it, that it was cool. "Dude, I'll have nine other chances to go swimming, either in the lake or in the pool. Stop apologizing or you'll piss me off." "Sorry," he said. "Dammit!" I said. "Sorry!" he said. I kicked water on him. "Yip!" he said which made me laugh, and then he laughed too and splashed me back. When our laughing petered out, he looked around, like he was making sure no one else was close enough to hear us. "Hey, JJ, can I ask you something?" "You just did. Now you can ask me something else." He rolled his eyes, then looked around again. "Do you ever, rub one out, masturbate, play with it?" Oh damn, was he going to maybe possibly suggest we consider messing around together? "Yes, professor, I masturbate. I also jack my dick. Do you?" He didn't answer but asked another question. "Do you spunk cum? Or just get the feeling, which is the main thing?" "That's an interesting question. I spunk stuff but it's not real cum. It's slimy but it's clear. What about you? Do you make sperm?" Once again, he didn't answer me but came out with question number three. "When did you get hair? Around your dick, I mean?" I was getting a mini-stiffy that was quickly becoming a full-on boner. "Three and a half months ago. What about you? When did you get hairs?" "Did the cum spunking start when you got the hair?" "Damn, Noah, you got lots of questions but no answers. I bet you suck at Truth or Dare." "Sorry." I sighed and he apologized for apologizing again. "Can I tell you something?" I asked him. "Sure." "All this talk about jacking off is giving me a boner." He looked at my lap. "Are you sure?" "Damn, way to give me an inferiority complex. Yes, it is, even if you can't see it." I took his hand and pressed into my crotch and flexed my boner." "Yip!" He jerked his hand away, looking around again. People were swimming not too far away from us but no one was looking in our direction. "Yep. Yip," I said. I looked at his crotch but the damn life vest went down so far it blocked my view. "Um. Do you have one?" "Maybe. But don't you go feeling it! People will see!" I really wished we were in the Grotto right now. "What if they couldn't see? Would you let me feel it then?" "Maybe. Would you just feel it or would you rub one out masturbate play with it?" "You know that's three ways of saying the same thing, right? You can rub one out. Or you can masturbate. Or you can play with it. Or you can jack off. Or you can jerk off. Or you can spank the monkey. Or you can wank it. Of you can shake the snake." He was staring at me. "What else?" "Uh, beat your meat, Tray your Keeps," He punched me in the arm. "You're lying!" he laughed. I punched him back, but not hard. I really wished he wasn't wearing that life vest. "You know, there are stuff you can do besides jack off and tray your keeps. If you do it with someone else, like your girlfriend," I swallowed, "Or a buddy, you can do stuff like blowjobs. Where someone sucks your dick instead of plays with it." "You're lying again." How can he be so na‹ve? Does he not have the internet? Do his parents keep him locked in the basement? Is he homeschooled by Mormons? "For real," I assured him. "What does that feel like?" I had to admit that I didn't know. "But I really want to find out. I bet it's great." Bells rang over the intercoms. Swimming was over. I helped Noah up and gave him his crutches and we headed to the chow hall for lunch. Last year for crafts we made leather wallets. I gave the one I made to Dad who swore it was the best gift ever, but he never used it. This year we're making bird houses. Today we'll build them and then tomorrow we'll paint them. Hopefully the birds will be more appreciative than Dad was. After crafts we went to Compton Hall to start working on our skit. Today was mostly brainstorming, coming up with ideas and stuff. Nick helped us some. Jake had some good ideas which surprised me. I guess he's not just a full-time jerk but he's good for something, sometimes. Then came free time, which I'd been waiting for ever since swimming. I went to ask Noah if he wanted to go for a walk. The Grotto isn't the only place I know about. But he, Jake, Alex and Nick were going outside. They were going on a hike. Nuts. Billy sat on the floor with no shirt on, playing solitaire. If I stood in the right place, I could see his pit hairs. Right on schedule, here came the mini-stiffy. I watched him lose two games. I thought about the convo I had with Noah today. He was blunt with his questions. Maybe I ought to try that with Billy. If he was willing to answer them, then maybe possibly he'd be open to the suggestion we perhaps consider messing around together. "Hey, Billy, can I ask you something?" He shuffled the cards. "What?" "Could we go outside? It's private." He stopped shuffling and looked up at me. I made sure he could see my not so mini stiffy. Of course, knowing he could see it only made it get harder. He licked his lips not in a sexy way but in a nervous way. He looked at the other five guys scattered around the cabin. "Okay," he said. He got up and followed me outside. I led us down the path toward the swinging bridge. After we had gone maybe fifty feet, I left the path and went into the woods. Billy was right behind me. The woods were thick, but after only thirty yards we came into a clearing. No one else was here. We spent a few seconds appreciating the clearing. "What is it, JJ?" Noah made asking these personal questions seem easy. He had no filter. I don't know how he did it. "Well. You're twelve, right?" "Yeah. So?" "I am, too. But. Well, look." I took off my shirt and lifted my arm up. Billy glanced at it but just for a second. "What am I looking at?" "We're the same age but you got hair in your pits and I don't. And not to be gay or anything," Oh, I am SO gay, "But this morning in the shower I noticed you have a ton or hair around your dick." He made a noise. "Not a ton. Nick has way more than me." Cripes! He was checking out Nick's hair just like I was! "Yeah, but he's older than us. Even if you don't have a ton, you got way more than me. And I got nothing under my arms. So, I was just wondering, you know, when did you start getting them? In the pits?" "April third." I laughed. "That's specific." He grinned. "I've been checking since I was eleven. If you tell anyone I'll kill you but on April third, I wrote it down. A single, solitary hair in my left pit. April eighth there were three in the right pit and four more in the left. Then nothing for a week. If we were in my bedroom, I could show you the spreadsheet I made." "Can I ask you something else? I also noticed you, uh, still have your foreskin." His posture changed. He was all defensive. "I think it's really cool," I said quickly, and he relaxed. "I wish I still had mine. It must feel really great to jack off with foreskin." "It doesn't feel bad," he said, grinning again. "You're so lucky." A deer appeared out of nowhere, running through the glade on its way to wherever deer go. If Noah were here, he would have said YIP but I jumped and Billy said, "Fuck!" which made my mini-stiffy twitch. We laughed at ourselves for being so jumpy. Then I said, "You're the first person I ever saw with a foreskin. Not that I've seen a lot of dicks," I hastened to add. "Not to be weird or anything, but do you think maybe I could see it again? Just for a minute?" "Only if I can see yours, too. I never saw anyone without a foreskin. I mean up close." Actions speak louder than words so instead of saying anything I grabbed my shorts and unsnapped the fly and pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. As soon as my dick was exposed it went to full staff. I prayed Billy wouldn't change his mind. He didn't. He'd changed into jeans for supper so it took him a few seconds longer to shed his pants than it took me to kick off my shorts. He had a boner, too. His foreskin didn't hang down like an elephant's trunk like it had in the shower. It just barely covered his dick now. "That's so cool," I said. He grabbed the skin and pulled it back and there was the head of his dick. It looked like mine now, except his dickhead was moist and shiny and really red. My boner was super hard. "I hate you so much. I'd give anything to still have mine," I said. "Is it okay if I...Can I touch it? Just for a second?" "Yeah," he said. I walked over to him. Swimming was a long time ago. It had been a hot day, and Billy was kind of sweaty. When I was right in front of him, I could smell him. It wasn't gross at all. It was hot. I was harder than ever. I reached for Billy's dick but before I grabbed it, I ran my fingers through his hairs first. Then I wrapped my fingers around his boner. "Is this how you do it?" "A little tighter," he said. His voice was breathy. I held his dick more snuggly. And then jacked him a little bit. It was so weird. His skin slipped over his head and then slid back off it again, almost like it was alive. "Oh yeah, just like that," Billy said. I was in heaven. I'd been dreaming of jacking off another boy ever since last Spring when I saw Locke's dick. "Can you do me a favor? Lift up your arm. Let me see your armpits." "You're a freak," Billy leered, but he raised his arm. Man, I can't wait till I grow hairs in my pits. I put my nose in his armpit and breathed in as deep as I could and kept jacking his dick. Then I felt his hand on my boner. "Oh god," I said. "Faster, Billy. I'll finish you off next I promise." I let go of his dick and just breathed in his pit while he jerked me off. Every few strokes he reached down and kinda of fluttered his fingers along my nuts which drove me crazy. It was like he could tell when I was about to cum and that's when he let go of my boner and played with my balls instead. "You're killing me!" I complained. "I know," he said and just kept bringing me to the brink and then playing with my nuts. "Oh god, Billy, enough. Let me shoot, man. Please!" "You promise to get me off?" "Yes!" "Will you blow me?" "I'll do anything! Just make me cum!" He gripped my cock harder and jacked it even faster. He knew I got off on his pits and he kinda shoved his armpit in my face while he jacked me. "Unh! Now! Oh fuck!" It was the hardest I ever cummed. I got my slime all over him. He kept jacking me even when I was out of juice. "Stop!" I cried out. He let go and inspected his hand. "It's not real cum yet," he said. "My first real semen was May eleventh." "Man, if your mom finds your diary, you're in so much trouble!" "Don't be dumb. It encrypted. And don't change the subject. You owe me a blowjob." If he thought he'd have to talk me into it, he was wrong. I dropped to my knees in front of him. Oh man his dick and balls smelled a thousand times better than his pits. I grabbed his dick and pulled his foreskin back, exposing his shiny red cockhead. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his dick. He hissed and the head of his dick flared. I didn't realize it until right then but I hadn't been waiting since last spring to do this, I'd been waiting my whole life to have a cock in my mouth. I was created to suck dick. It was my destiny. If I could, I would suck every dick at Camp Westley. Pastor Philip should add it to the daily schedule between crafts and canoeing. Dick sucking by JJ. I ran my tongue over the head of Billy's dick trying to lick up all of whatever it was that made it so moist and shiny. "Fuck, JJ, stop teasing me, man. Put it in your mouth. Suck me." Yeah right. He tortured me for like fifteen minutes. I'll get there, Billy, but I was enjoying this even more than he was and I wasn't going to rush it. I did that flutter thing to his balls that he did to mine while I licked his dick and he groaned like he was dying. I loved it that I was responsible for him making those noises. I slid his foreskin back over his dickhead, hoping to coat it with fresh dick goo or whatever it was that made it so shiny. Then I wondered what it would be like to suck it with the skin over it so I licked it with the skin over it and danged if he didn't moan and groan just as hard. Damn I wish I had my skin. Even that has sex nerves in it. I sucked Billy's dick into my mouth while the skin was still covering his dick head. Then while his boner was in my mouth, I used my hand to slide the skin back. I felt the skin moving against my tongue, uncovering his dick. When the skin was retracted, leaving the head of his cock uncovered inside my mouth I ran my tongue over at the same time I applied suction, finally sucking on his dick for real. "Oh fuck, JJ, oh my god." He started moving his hips back and forth, humping my face. I grabbed his ass, squeezing his butt cheeks while he fucked my face. He said he made real semen with real sperms. I'd never seen that before. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to see what that looked like but I really wanted to know what it tasted like. I wanted Billy to shoot his sperm in my mouth. Not the slimy clear boy cum like I make but real cum. I sucked him harder, I squeezed his butt harder, and then I got the idea of reaching between his cheeks. I wanted to feel his butt hole. I didn't know if he'd like it or not, or if he'd get mad and beat me up. I just knew I had to feel it. If I timed it right maybe he wouldn't even notice. I kept one hand between his butt cheeks and used my other hand to tug on his nuts, and the whole time I never stopped sucking and licking his cock. "Don't stop, JJ. I'm really close. Please don't stop. Please." My finger was right over his butt hole. I could feel the heat of it. I gave his nuts a little tug. He pushed his dick so far into my mouth his dick hairs smushed up against my nose. I took my finger and pushed it right up against his butt hole and rubbed it. It even went inside his hole a little bit. "OH FUCK!" he yelled and his dick got super hard and then his sperms were shooting inside my mouth. He was grunting really hard and every time he grunted more sperms shot out and I just kept pushing my finger up against his butt hole and sucking the sperms out of his dick. I wanted all his sperms, but I had to see what they looked like. Even though it killed me, I pulled off his dick to watch the last spurts coming out. It wasn't like mayonnaise white, but it was definitely whiter than mine. It looked kinda like skim milk but thicker and slimier. And tasted LOTS better. After I saw it, I licked it all off his dick. "Damn JJ you really are a freak." "I know," I said. "Are you mad?" "Hell no." He reached behind him and rubbed his butt. "But next time put some lotion on your finger first." Chapter Three Jake I love Camp Wesley. I've been coming here every year for the last five years, ever since I was eight. Camp is the only time I get to go swimming or canoeing or ziplining or anything fun. There's a lake an hour or so from our apartment but we never go there. Even if we did, we don't own any kayaks or canoes or anything. I didn't even learn to swim until my first year at Camp Wesley. Since the only time I ever get to go swimming is here, I'm still not all that great at it. I never enter the races or anything at the Camp Games the last day. I'd only lose. But I'm not here to win prizes. I'm here to have fun. I don't get to come to every session. We can't afford it and Mom is too proud to apply for the camp scholarships even though I know we'd always be able to get one. She doesn't want people to think we're trash. We aren't trash, we're just not rich. Big deal. I still get to come for Summer Session and Winter Session. And sometimes for Spring Fling. There's this old couple at church that are always paying for kids to go to camp. They try to do it anonymously, but I know it's them. They don't have any kids so they kind of adopt some of the kids at church. It was thanks to them that I got to go to Spring Fling this year. I see some of these kids get all bent out of shape if they aren't in the same cabin as their best friends. I mean it would be nice if I was cabinmates with someone from my church but who cares, really? I can see those guys any time. How often do I get to zipline? How many chances do I get to go swimming? I don't give a shit who's in the bunk next to me. Like at chow hall when they passed out cabin assignments. I heard the comments. "Ooh, I hope I'm not in the Crip Cabin." They weren't talking Crips and bloods. They were talking about the kid in the wheelchair. Hell, I'd go to Special Session with nothing BUT crippled kids and retards if it meant another two weeks at camp. I don't care. It turns out the crippled kid is in my cabin. Big whoop. And he's not even 100% crippled. He only uses the wheelchair when they make him. He uses crutches the rest of the time. He won't win any races. Maybe I'll have someone to sit out the Camp Games with this time. I was going to go ask him if he needed help with his lunch tray when he asked the Walking Hardon to help him. I wished I'd got to him first, to put him wise to JJ. That kid has a boner 24/7. I have my share of unwanted boners and even my share of wanted ones, if you know what I mean, although not so many of those while I'm at camp, because there isn't a lot of privacy. But JJ! Holy shit. When I get an unwanted boner, I try to hide it. That guy wants to have a fucking boner parade! He ain't right. Like, after lunch, Nick told us to piss if we had to, cuz we were going from the cabin to the canoes, and then from there to ziplining and it would be our last chance to use the john. When I need to take a piss, the nearest tree is as good as the nearest toilet, but whatever. So, I'm in the bathroom pissing and here comes JJ and even though there was an empty urinal two down from me, he takes the one right next to me. And I know why. He was trying to look at my junk. First, he looks to his right to scope out Billy's unit and then he looks at me trying to scope out mine, but I made damn sure he couldn't see me. Then he takes half a step back to make sure me and Billy could get a nice long look at HIS junk if we wanted to. Like I want to look at him and his half a boner. Cuz of course, he's got half a boner. And dammit when I saw it, it gave ME a boner, and no halfway job either. Which made me really hug the urinal. No way was he gonna see me hard. I hate when I do that. I don't do it on purpose, but sometimes seeing dicks makes me throw wood. I don't know why. I'm not gay cuz seeing puss makes me throw wood, too. Anyway, when Billy and JJ leave, I have to run into the stall to quick jerk off cuz we're changing into bathing suits and it's impossible to hide a bone in a bathing suit. I whip out my four incher and spit on it and don't drag it out any. I know what would get me squirting in no time, but I don't have my hairbrush with me. I found out that greasing the handle of my brush and pushing it up my butt gets me jizzing in no time and no time is all the time I have right now, but just thinking about the hairbrush is enough and I feel my balls tighten and my hips fucking the air and I jizz into the toilet. I tear off some toilet paper and wipe the head of my dick and hope it goes down soon. Back in the bunkroom I take my time digging through my duffle bag looking for my trunks. My dick has gone down enough that if I turn my back on everyone I can change without being noticed. I hope. I see the other guys taking their shirts off. Everyone except that Noah kid. I don't take my shirt off in front of anyone. They'd ask too many questions. I'm glad Noah leaves his on, so at least I'm not the only one. Nick does the same thing the other staff have done every time I'm at camp and makes everyone get in the Sunscreen Circle and slather Sun Bum on each other. Noah came up to me looking ten kinds of embarrassed. I'd wanted to talk to him in the chow hall till Boner Boy got to him, and then when I thought me and him might be sitting out the Camp Games, I thought about introducing myself to him, and then when I saw that we were T shirt buddies I wondered if maybe we could even be friends. In five years of coming to Camp Wesley I don't think I ever made any real friends. I was friendly with everyone and everyone was friendly with me, but when camp was over, so were the friendships. And now here he was coming over to talk to me. He said, "Jake will you help me put the sunscreen on my legs?" Jesus Christ. No wonder Captain Hardon and him were palling around this morning. If he had been pissing next to me, would he have been trying to scope me out, too? "Uh, Homo much?" I asked him. I went to the other side of the cabin and applied sunscreen to my arms. What a cheesy line. "Would I help put sunscreen on his legs" gimme a fucking break. I tried to squeeze more sunscreen into my palm but Nick snatched it away from me. "Uh, banned from canoeing much?" "What? Why?" He started counting off the reasons, raising a finger with each one. "Hate speech, not helping a fellow camper, because I can. While the rest of us are paddling down Frenchman's Creek, you can stay here and go over the camp handbook that you agreed to follow." Hate speech? What was he talking about? I didn't say nothing about him being crippled. He's the one that was coming on to me with the homo shit. Why am I being punished? I started to ask Nick that very question but I got maybe two words out when he interrupted me. "Or we can call your parents to come pick you up right now, since you've already broken the agreement that you signed when you came here. Up to you, Jake." Fuck him. Call my parents? I only have one parent, douchebag. And she won't come up here to get me. She's glad to be rid of me for two weeks. Nick took the camp handbook and tossed it at me, I supposed for me to read over while they're out having fun. Fucker. What's so wrong about not wanting to be hit on? Nick took some sunscreen over to Noah who looked pissed. Why was HE pissed? I'm the one being punished. But then Nick put sunscreen on Noah's legs. I heard Nick tell Noah to tell him if he hurt him. Shit. He wasn't perving me. He really did need help. He's too crippled to bend over or something. I put my hand on my chest, over the spot the t-shirt hid. If anyone knows about being picked on, it's me. And here I just bullied a crippled kid. Fuck. I'm a horrible person. I looked over at Noah and Nick, and I felt like dirt. I wanted to explain. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. After they left, I played solitaire for a while but that got old fast. It was the first day of camp. The first activity of camp. And I'm stuck in the cabin. I tossed the cards aside. This blows. It would be at least two hours before they got back. Unless they went straight from the creek to the zipline course, then it would be even longer. Shit was I banned from that, too? I plopped onto my bunk. It was against the wall that separated the bunkroom from Nick's room. This was my second year in Upper Camp but I'd never been in the staff sleeping area before. I rolled over and faced the wall and that's when I saw the little knothole. I put my face right up to it. How about that? My own little peephole into Nick's room. He's got a bunk the same size as ours. A nightstand. We don't have nightstands. A chair. Whoa! A little fridge! I wonder what's in it. An hour ago, when I still thought he was nice, I would have said there was bottled water, or cokes in it. If he had let me explain why I said what I said to Noah, then he could have explained that Noah really and truly needed help, and we'd have had a talk about misunderstandings and miscommunication or whatever and I'd be at Frenchman's Creek right now, maybe even being Noah's canoe partner. But he didn't. He gave me the same treatment that I gave Noah. Judging me unfairly. He's as big a jerk as me. So no, there aren't cokes in the fridge, there's probably beer in it. Or worse. Whiskey. Or heroin. Do you keep heroin in the fridge? Oh damn! Is that a cum rag on the floor by his bed? I can't be mad at him for that. If I had my own room at camp, I'd have a whole box of cum rags. At spring fling, I didn't jerk off for two whole weeks. When I finally did it when I got home my dick was like a volcano when I jizzed. I can't believe I jerked it in the bathroom half an hour ago. What if someone heard me fapping? Then I thought, what the hell, as long as I'm all alone, I shouldn't waste the privacy. I rolled over to the other side of the bunk and leaned over the edge of the bed and dug into my duffle bag until I found my brush. Then I got the sunscreen that I never used and squirted some onto the hairbrush handle. I shimmied out of my trunks. I wasn't hard yet. Wasn't horny at all. Not yet. I looked down at my black pubes and my soft dick. I spread my legs and reached between them with the hairbrush. I'm an expert at this now. I didn't have to hunt for my shitter. I rubbed the handle of the brush around it, smearing the sunscreen around my rosebud. When I had the opening good and lubed, I pushed the handle inside me, nice and slow. When it was about halfway in, I eased it out, then back in again, only a little further, then out again, then back in. I repeated this but every time I pushed it back in, I pushed it in a little further. I really need a brush with a thicker handle. I've gotten too used to this one. Even so, as I fucked my ass with the brush my dick responded. I loved watching it get thicker and longer. How it twitched and flexed and every time it did it also moved and snaked it's way away from "looking" off to the side and moved up toward my belly button. How the head got bigger and seemed to change shape, looking more and more like a mushroom. I didn't touch it until it was fully hard, but I never stopped fucking my ass with the hairbrush. Sometimes I wondered if I could jizz without touching my cock. If I could do it just from fucking myself with the hairbrush but I always gave in and grabbed my hardon and started stroking it. I'd just cum fifteen or twenty minutes ago but you wouldn't know it. I clamped down with my ass. I don't know why that made the hairbrush handle feel better inside me but it did. It wasn't found but kind of flattened and when I twisted the hairbrush around it did things to me inside that made it impossible to keep quiet. There's no way I'd be able to do this while the other boys were in the cabin. For some reason I flashed on JJ, on how he'd react if he could hear me now. I remembered seeing his cock at the urinal, with his little semi. I wondered what it looked like fully hard. Then I thought of the knothole and Nick's cumrag. He was two years older than me, and at fifteen I bet his cock was bigger around than the hairbrush handle. Then my mind went all kinds of crazy places. I would never in a thousand years do anything gay with a guy but would I let a guy do something with me? I couldn't stop thinking of Nick, naked with his big dick pushing in and out of my ass. That's when I finally gave in and grabbed my cock. "Yeah," I muttered. "Fuck me, Nick. Stick it in me. Fuck me hard." My hand was a blur, impaling myself with the hairbrush while I pictured Nick doing the same thing with his cock. And then I was cumming, thick gobs of boycum flying out of my dick, landing on my t-shirt, in my pubes, on the sheets. I was wiped out. After I came, I just laid there for a couple of minutes. Then I pulled the hairbrush out of my ass. I went to the bathroom and washed off the handle. I threw my swim trunks back into the duffle bag and put on a pair of shorts instead. I took off the cummy t-shirt and was going to rinse it out but then decided, fuck it. It'll be my cum rag. Maybe I'll have another chance to jerk it before session is over. I stuck it inside the pillowcase with the pillow. Then I put on a fresh t-shirt, covering the blotchy scars before the guys got back. Nick was the only one who came back. The rest went from the creek to the zipline. Nick came to tell me I could join them. On the way there I told him why I said what I did to Noah, that I didn't know he was really asking me for help, that I thought he was perving me like JJ does. "And even though JJ pervs me I never said anything like that to him. But when Noah said that to me so soon after JJ flashed his half a bone and tried to see my dick, it was too much. I swear I wasn't doing hate speech and all that other stuff. I don't have anything against Noah. Honest. When I saw you helping him and I realized he was being sincere I felt like shit." He gave me the "Watch Your Language, We're At Church Camp" look. "I mean dirt," I corrected. "Well crap, now I feel like dirt," he said. "I not only made you miss canoeing, but I yelled at you in front of everyone else. I need to make that right." "No, don't. They already hate me. If they think I went crying to you they'll just think I'm a pussy, too. I mean baby." "Everyone thinks everyone hates them today. What am I going to do with you guys?" I shrugged. I never cared about making friends at camp before. I don't know if I care now, but for the first time since I've been coming here, I don't want them to be my un-friends. Not even Captain Boner. "Let's just forget it, okay?" "I'm not going to forget it. But I won't make an issue of it," Nick said. "You're a good kid, Jake. I'm sorry I treated you shitty before." I gave him my own "We're at Church Camp" look. "You heard me. I didn't treat you like dirt, I treated you shitty, and I'm going to make it up to you. But try to give JJ some slack. He's younger than you and I think he's more curious than pervy." Nick's okay but he sure ain't paying attention. JJ might be curious but he is one hundred percent pervert. By the time we made the second trip down the ziplines everyone seemed to have forgotten about what happened earlier in the cabin. I tried to help Noah with his harness but only staff are allowed to do that. I did get a chance to help him at dinner though. JJ tried to get next to him to help him with his tray but this time I beat him to it. "Hey Noah," I said, and before he could even say hey back, I just took the tray from him. "Give you a hand?" "Uh, sure," he said. "Not gonna lie. I don't run around offering to carry people's lunch trays." "Are you doing it to piss off JJ then? Cuz that's not cool." "No, I'm not a jerk, even though I acted like one before. Which is why I'm doing it. Because I was a jerk before. And I hate saying 'I'm sorry'. Where I come from people say that all the time and never, EVER, mean it. Fuck apologies. I say, if you're sorry, don't say it, show it. So, since I really AM sorry, this is me, showing it, by helping you with your lunch tray, since I was a dick and didn't help you with your sunscreen. And now I feel like even more of a dick by going on and on about it, so can we stop talking about it?" "Yes, please." He agreed. And then he kept talking about it. "I don't like saying I'm sorry, either. And I feel bad about you missing canoeing. But I don't now how I can show it or make it up to you. I can't carry anything for you, or give you an extra canoe session." "Forget it. I was a dick and had it coming. For real, let's forget it, okay?" "Okay," he said. And we did. Billy tried to bring it up at table fifteen, making some comment about me being fake by carrying Noah's tray and sucking up to him and Noah told him to shut up, that he didn't have a problem with me and if anyone else did, then they had a problem with Noah, too. Damn. That shut Billy up and it never came up again. For some reason I felt really sad during the singing at Compton Hall. No idea why. But it passed by the time we headed back to the cabin. I was beat. It had been a long day so when Nick gave us the choice of going to bed, I was all for it. Usually at camp we stay up till way past lights out. We'd probably do that tomorrow but tonight I just wanted to go to bed, and so did everyone else. Well, almost everyone else. I was lying on my side with my eye up against the knothole hoping to see Nick in his room. But he wasn't there. Instead, I heard the shower running. He was in there but not alone. I looked over to Noah's bunk and it was empty. Ah. If Noah needed help putting on sunscreen, he obviously needed help in the shower and he didn't want an audience while Nick helped him. If the rest of us were going to shower tomorrow it made sense Noah would shower tonight. If we all showered tomorrow night, Noah would still probably wait till after we were all in bed. I was so tired but I forced myself to stay awake until Noah finished showering and went to bed and Nick went to his room. Meantime I heard a familiar sounding squeak squeak squeak of bed springs. I wondered who was jerking off. My guess was Captain Hardon, but hell it could have been anyone. The water turned off. A couple minutes later I heard the wheelchair. The wanker must of heard it, too cuz the bedsprings stopped squeaking. Or maybe he just finished his jerkoff session. I kept my face turned to the wall so they'd think I was asleep. I figured Noah would go to bed and Nick would go to his room. But that's not what happened. Through the knothole I saw the light turn on in Nick's room. Noah was with him and they were both naked! And holy fuck, Noah's dick was huge! The kid is bald as can be over his dick, but his dick is an inch bigger than mine! And thicker! If JJ could see that he'd spooge on the spot without even touching himself. I looked at Naked Nick and he was just as boned up as Noah. His dick was bigger, but not by much. I don't know if it was because he was next to Noah, who looked really weak and scrawny, poor kid, but Nick looked fit as fuck. He put Noah on his bed. Holy shit, are they homos? Nick is jerking Noah off and he's yipping away, making those barking puppy noises like he does. My asshole is twitching. Noah's dick would feel a hundred times better than my hairbrush. I guess Nick's dick would, too but there's something about Noah. Maybe cuz he's so smooth, I don't know. Maybe because he looks so innocent. Maybe because I thought he was coming on to me before? All I know is, I don't think my hairbrush is gonna do it for me anymore. I reach into my shorts and grab my dick which is as hard as it was this afternoon. Five years at Camp Wesley and I never jerked off once and I'm stroking my way to my third nut in one day. Nick licked and sucked Noah's tits. I thought you only did that shit with girls but they both seemed really into it. I put my fingers over my t-shirt and pinched my own titty. Oh yeah. I can see why chicks like that shit. Fuck a duck, they're kissing! No wonder Nick had a cow about anti-gay hate speech! He's gay! And so is Noah! If Noah's gay maybe he'd be willing to stick that big dick of his up my ass. I can't hear everything they're saying, but I hear enough to know that Noah has never jerked off before. He doesn't even know what it is. I've been living with the devil my whole life and he's been living with the pope or something. I can tell when he's cumming from his face but I don't see anything shooting from his dick. How can such a big dick be having dry cums? Oh damn, there goes Nick! I know his cum ain't gonna be dry. My hand is in my shorts and I'm fisting my cock like crazy. I blow my wad the same time Nick blows his. I have to bite my lip to keep from making noise. Holy shit if this is the kind of show I'm going to see every night. I'm going to need more than one cum rag. We have free time twice a day. There are thirteen days of camp left. That gives me twenty-six chances to have Noah's dick up my ass. Chapter Four Noah I hope I like Camp Wesley. It's my first time coming here. I've been hearing about it for the last six months from the kids at youth group. I wanted to go to Spring Fling but my parents wouldn't let me. "We're not sure you can handle it. It's time you recognized your limitations. You don't want to admit you aren't like the other kids, but you aren't, and it's our job to keep you safe, and that's final." And my favorite: "Why don't you consider going to Special Session?" Special Session. Handicapped Camp. For people in motorized chairs who can't feed themselves and can't walk and who wear diapers. I don't even know what they DO at Special Session but I know it's nothing like the camp everyone talks about at youth group. And by the way, CP doesn't affect my brain. I know what I can handle. I do recognize my limitations. I do admit I'm not like the other kids. But it's time YOU recognize I'm not an invalid. There might be some things I need help with, but I get around just fine on my crutches. If there's something I can't do, I won't try to do it. You won't find me on the high dive. Or the low dive. But let me go to freaking camp! In the end it was the pastor at church and the pastor who's in charge of the camp who convinced them to let me go. And even now, here in the parking lot when I'm trying not to be known as the crippled kid, Dad is trying to make me get in the darn wheelchair. I suddenly get a new Cerebral Palsy symptom, one that didn't even exist until two seconds ago: CP Deafness. I don't hear him yelling at me. I have no idea where I'm going, I just know it's away from him and the dumb chair. I follow everyone else. I don't know where they're going, but they seem to know, so I'm going with them. I don't even look back. The funny thing is, I'm supposed to be the crippled one but Dad's so out of shape that I can go faster than him. He'll never catch me. I don't think the line of kids I'm following is going to register for anything because we already did all that ahead of time. Maybe we're going to find out which cabin we'll be in. I heard someone say something about Lower Camp versus Upper Camp. I don't know what that means. I just follow the crowd. "YIP!" someone's tapping me on the shoulder. Where the heck did he come from? I hate that I made that noise I make when I'm startled or scared. Naturally he thinks it's funny. He laughs and says, "Easy, Pete." Is there another kid with CP here? Do I have a twin named Pete? This guy is wearing a STAFF t-shirt. He looks fifteen or sixteen. He's telling me how he's been down this path a hundred times and still stumbles, so when I go to chow I have to be in my chair. That's when I notice he has it with him. He must have taken it from Dad. So, it's chow that the crowd is going to. That's good because I'm hungry. He's taller than me but everyone is taller than me, even kids younger than me. I said, "My name isn't Pete. It's Noah." "Whatever you say, Pete." Maybe he's the one that needs to go to Special Session. "But if you fall and get killed on the way to lunch, I'll get fired, and I'm having too much fun living here this summer, so you're getting in the chair." Whoa. He gets to live at camp all summer. Lucky guy. Is he trying to be a tough guy or trying to be friendly? "I'm big enough to put you in it, which would cause a scene. You don't want to be what people are talking about the first day of camp, do you?" He doesn't have a clue. People talk about me the first day of camp, the first day of school, the last day of camp, the last day of school, and every day in between. "Like they aren't talking about me already?" I asked him. I can tell by the way he looks at me that he hadn't thought about that. He looks at me like he's looking at ME, not looking at the crippled kid. He nodded his head and said, "Yeah. But now they're saying, 'Did you know blond kids have freckles?'" Dang he really was looking at me for me. I don't think anyone's ever noticed my freckles before. "Or, 'Why does Nick keep calling him Pete instead of Noah?'" So his name is Nick. "Or 'Why does he have crutches AND a wheelchair?'" I want to know that myself sometimes. I hate that I need both, but I know that sometimes I do. This Nick guy leans down a little and lowers his voice. "Except the girls. They're all saying, 'Does he have a girlfriend? Do you think he'd go with me to the Final Night Bonfire?'" I blushed. Girls don't think of me that way, do they? He's just being a goober, right? He's still talking. "But if you don't get in the chair, then they'll be saying, 'Ooh, did you see Nick pick up the new guy and show him who's boss?' How many chicks will want to be your bonfire date after that? Come on Pete, all the chicken fingers will be gone before we get there." What the heck, he knows my name is Noah but he keeps calling me Pete. And chicken fingers? I hope they have something else. I hoist up my crutches and get ready to follow everyone else to the chow hall, now that I know that's where I'm following them to. Nick said, "I promise. Except for this trail, and the swinging bridge, I'll let you walk where you want. I want you to have fun this session. I'm not gonna babysit you. I just don't want you to get hurt." I gave him a good long look, considering what he said. It was the part about not being my babysitter, which my parents thought I needed. I could tell he wasn't b.s.ing me. I was willing to give him a chance, but first he had to learn my dang name. I got in the chair. "My name is Noah," I said. "You're the boss, Pete," he said and pushed me over the bumpy-ass trail. How this was supposed to be safer than me walking was a mystery. Every time he ran over one of those killer roots it nearly bounced me out of the chair. I couldn't hold on with both hands because I had to hold on to the crutches. As a chauffeur, Nick was a terrible driver. One time I bounced so high out of the chair that I landed on my nuts. I thought I was kilt for sure. I told him he broke me and it scared him to death. It was hard not to laugh. The look on his face was worth the pain in my balls. He looked relieved when I got out of the chair and used the crutches without falling over dead. In the chow hall I was told I'd be in cabin fifteen. I felt like Harry Potter being sorted into my house. Now I just had to find Ron and Hermione and avoid Malfoy. Looking around I didn't think there were any Malfoys here, just a lot of people pretending they weren't staring or whispering about me. When I got in line, I realized I had a problem. I could find Nick to ask him for help but that's what I would do if he was my babysitter, which I didn't need. The kid in front of me had a piece of orange cardboard on his tray that was identical to mine. Other kids had cardboard with different numbers on it but this guy's had a fifteen on it, just like mine. We must be cabinmates, which meant we were table mates, too. He was one of the few people who hadn't been staring at me. I told him we were in the same cabin and asked him if he would help me with my tray. That's when I found out he hadn't been staring cuz he hadn't seen me at all. He gave me a mini lecture about needing a user manual to work trays before he saw the crutches, and then he felt bad. But he did agree to help. He even made a joke about being the official Keeper of the Trays. Since I cannot carry my own lunch tray, I told him I was the opposite of the keeper of the trays but I didn't know what that was. He said the opposite of the keeper of the trays was the Trayer of the Keeps. So, I've been here less than half an hour, and I've got a non-babysitter, possible friend, in Nick, and what I'm pretty sure is going to be my Camp Best Friend in the Keeper of the Trays. What I really want to do more than anything is send a text to Mom and Dad saying "told you so!" but that could wait. I don't like to pee in front other people. At Walmart or wherever, they always stare, so I go into the stall to do it. And at school, they stare, so I go into the stall to do it. Now I just automatically go into the stall without even thinking about it. That's what I do at the cabin. On the way to the stall, I noticed JJ, the Keeper of the Trays, stood a little bit back from the urinal while he peed, and I noticed he has hair around his dick. I don't have any. So, now I have another reason to use the stall instead of the urinals. I'm guessing all the other guys also have hair. I'm the smallest guy in the cabin so I assume I'm the least developed. No way am I going to let them see that and give them another reason to think I'm a freak. I probably have the smallest wiener too. Nope. That's my business, thank you very much. Plus, it gets hard sometimes, which it is NOT supposed to do. Mom was very clear about that. And NO TOUCHING if and when it does get hard. I was right, JJ is turning out to be my Camp Best friend. He was my canoe partner. He even told Billy he was already partnered with me when Billy tried to partner up with him. He doesn't know I know that, but I heard him. And Nick is really great. It turns out there IS a Malfoy here, only he's not in a different house he's here in Gryffindor with me. Mom says I don't know my limitations but I know I can't bend over enough or lean over enough to touch my toes or my shins. Which means I can't put sunscreen on my legs. I asked Jake to help me and he went all No Homo on me, which is fine. If someone asked me to put sunscreen on his legs, I'd probably react the same way. But Nick went off on him. And I know JJ would have put it on me if I'd asked him, but he was in the no-shirt group putting sunscreen on the other no-shirts. In the end Nick put it on me. That was nice of him, but it ended up causing a whole new problem. The closer he got to my dick when he was rubbing the Sun Bum onto my legs the more it felt really good. I have PT twice a week and the same thing happens there. Mom gets so mad at me when it happens but it's not like I do it on purpose. I don't even know why it happens. But it happened when Nick rubbed the Sun Bum on me. I put my hands over my boner so he didn't see it. It went down some when he gave me the sunscreen to finish putting it on my arms and face. And it happened again when he gave me a piggyback ride. We didn't take the wheelchair to the creek, which was awesome. He let me just take the crutches but then I thought I wouldn't be able to go all the way when it got too steep but he just squatted down and said All Aboard like it was no big deal and gave me a piggyback ride the rest of the way. That should have been the worst part of the trip. Because it should have been the most embarrassing it. And in a way it was the worst part because I got another boner. It rubbed against Nick's back. I didn't touch it. I know I'm not supposed to, and I wasn't, but Nick's back was touching it. And every time it rubbed on his back it gave me tingles. But in another way it was the best part of the trip because I finally found out why he keeps calling me Pete. When he told me, it kind of embarrassed me but it also made me feel special. Like it's his pet name for me. Plus it gave me an excuse to talk dirty and call him a pussy and he didn't even get mad. So canoeing was great all around. I wasn't sure I'd be able to zipline. But Nick helped me up to the platform and Maria, the staff member manning the Zipline station, hooked me into the harness. But not cuz I'm crippled. Everyone was hooked into the harness. When I went flying through the forest, cameras took my picture. I made sure to text them to Mom and Dad. See? Who's the crip now? Who doesn't know his limitations now? Nick saw the pics and asked me to send them to him, too. When I did I also asked JJ for his number so I could send them to him, and I asked him to send me the pics the cameras took of him. And guess what? Malfoy's not a Malfoy. We had a good talk at dinner when HE helped me with my tray! It's not even the end of the first day and I think I can say that I love Camp Wesley and Mom and Dad better let me come back to every Winter Session and Spring Fling and every other session. I had a great time at the singalong at Compton Hall and at the opening night Bonfire. At the cabin Nick gave everyone the choice of taking showers tonight or tomorrow. Everyone said tomorrow. But I already knew that wasn't going to work for me. No way was I going to be naked in front of everyone and let them see my little kid's body. Plus, even if I wasn't so small and undeveloped, I know what I look like. I'm practically a skeleton thanks to my CP. I see how people stare at me when I'm dressed. I know how they'll stare at me if they saw me naked. I went to Nick and asked him If I could shower tonight. He didn't ask me why but I think he knew. He just said sure. But then he said I had to use the chair, and he'd have to wheel me into the shower room. I take baths at home, so the chair isn't part of the equation there. I tried to tell him I didn't need it but he said I had to. I was so frustrated I almost cried, which would have really been humiliating. He could tell, though. And then he talked more about his Pete. Pete the dog, I mean. And about the other dog his family has. He told me how Pete the chihuahua is just his, and how feisty he is and tries to do everything himself and do the things the other dog does. Sometimes Pete needs help, and Nick lets him try to do what he's trying to do, but if he can't, Nick helps him. Not to make him feel bad, but to help him reach his goal. And if the goal is to get on the couch with Nick, then Nick helps him cuz he wants Pete on the couch with him, too. He said that's why I'm his Pete. He feels the same way about me. He said the other campers are like his family's other dog but I'm the only camper who is like his Pete. I never felt so good about someone wanting to help me before. I just wanted to hug him, which I know sounds stupid. And I wanted him to hug me back. I wished I had a brother like him. I wish he could be the one to help me at home instead of my parents, who never treat me like Nick treats Pete. I don't even want him to call me Noah anymore. I like him calling me Pete. Anyway, it was okay if he had to help me shower. He gave me privacy to get undressed. I covered up my little boy bald dick so he couldn't see it when he wheeled me into the shower room. He got the water going and then left me alone to shower. Like I said, I'm used to baths. I wheeled myself under the stream and rinsed off as fast as I could and then backed out of the water and covered my crotch again. "I'm ready!" I shouted. When he came back he said there was no way I was done already. He pointed out all the dirt on my legs from canoeing. And then he said I had zipline dirt on my back, which of course I couldn't even see. But the worst part was, I couldn't wash my back, or my lower legs. He was going to have to do it. Just like my mom or dad washes me in the tub. Which meant I was probably going to get a boner and this time I was naked. There was no way to hide it. Since he was going to get wet when he washed me, he went ahead and took a shower with me. When he wasn't looking, I checked him out. There was nothing scrawny and skeleton-like about his body. And nothing little boy like about his dick. It was a lot thicker than mind and hung down three or four inches and he had lots of hair, way more than JJ. His balls were darker than mine and bigger. His chest was nice. Mine was just blah. But he had some abs and some pecs. Nothing like Captain Steroid but not blah like me. I wished I looked like him and not like the freakshow that I was. He finished washing himself and then turned to me. I'd already made him promise not to laugh at me. When we were in the changing room. Instead, he'd told me I looked fine and he'd meant it. I could tell. I let him wash my back and it felt good. Like a cross between scratching my back and rubbing my back like at PT. He kept rubbing it even after it was clean and it was so relaxing. Then he said he had to finish washing me before the hot water ran out. He went to my legs but skipped the washcloth and just used his soapy hands. He tickled my knees making me try to get away from him. It also made me take my hands away from my baby dick and he saw it, all of it, but he didn't tease me. He just went back to washing me. And then the thing I was scared of, happened. I got a boner. I tried so hard not to, but it happened anyway. I grabbed the wheels of the chair and tried to back away from him but the brakes were on. "Don't look at me!" I yelled and tried to cover up my penis but when it's big like that I can't hide it. He looked at my face to see what was wrong and then saw the boner and his eyes got real big and I know he was ashamed of me. But he wasn't. I thought I was a little kid, and I guess I am, but he said my boner was huge. He was seriously amazed at it. "I can't help it. It always does it when I'm bathed but it does it all the time now." "Yeah, that can suck," Nick said. "But depending on where you are, just rub one out." Rub one out? "Jack off?" I didn't know what he was talking about. "Masturbate?" I looked at him and kind of shrugged. "Play with it?" he said. Is he nuts? "I'm not allowed!" Now he looked at me like I was the one who was nuts. "Says who?" "My Mom." I told him what she said about never playing with or touching it when it got hard. He told me I would remember this day the rest of my life. He rinsed us off. And pushed me out of the shower room to the changing area where we dried off but didn't get dressed. Then he wheeled me through the bunkroom where everyone was sleeping. If anyone had woken up, they would have seen us naked. Nick wheeled me to the door of his bedroom and we left the chair at the doorway. I used the crutches to go into his room and it was a day I will remember the rest of my life. Tuesday, we went swimming at the lake. I don't go swimming. JJ skipped it so I wouldn't be by myself. But he likes to swim so I felt bad. I asked him if he ever rubbed one out masturbated played with it. He does. All the time from the sound of it. He also spunks cum, which I don't. But I get the feeling which is the main thing, according to Nick, and I'll spunk cum soon. JJ said I'd suck at Truth or Dare. He's probably right. I've never played it before. Wednesday, we went swimming at the pool. I knew if I went to the pool with the rest of the guys and then just watched, that JJ might keep me company again and I didn't want him to miss out. I told Nick I didn't want to go, since I don't swim. "Can I go to the craft pavilion and work on my birdhouse?" "Sorry, Pete, but the Red team is doing crafts now." "Oh. Can I just stay in the cabin then? I won't go anywhere else, I promise." "I don't know. You shouldn't be left here alone." Jake was listening. He said, "Don't listen to him, Noah. Call me a homo and be put on punishment and then you can be banned from swimming for the day be grounded in the cabin." He was smiling when he said itor else Nick might have been mad. But I really didn't want to go swimming and I really didn't want JJ to give up swimming for me. I said to Jake, "You big homo." Jake said, "Oh yeah? Well big homo on you!" Then he turned to Nick. "You better ground us both. That way Noah won't be here by himself." Nick tried to look stern but he didn't do a good job of it. "That's it. You two are banished from swimming today. You'll stay here and go over the camp handbook. I'm very disappointed in both of you." He winked at us. "Don't get in too much trouble, and if you need anything, either go to the infirmary, or send Jake to get me at the pool." After everyone left Jake asked if I wanted to play Rummy or Go Fish. I said, "How do you play Truth or Dare? Jake stopped shuffling the cards. "Well. Usually, you play with more than two people. You go around and someone picks someone else and asks them if they want a truth or dare. If they pick truth, they're asked a question and no matter what it is, they have to answer truthfully. Like if you picked truth, and I asked you, why do you use crutches and a wheelchair, you would have to tell me the truth. Or if I asked you how far have you gone with a girl, you would have to tell the truth. And then it would be your turn to ask Truth or Dare to someone else." I nodded. That makes sense. I was basically doing truth or dare to JJ yesterday and acting like he said Truth all the time but then I never gave him the chance to ask me Truth or Dare back. Or I did give him the chance, but I never answered his questions at all, never mind truthfully. "What about the dare part?" "Well. If you don't want to answer a question, then you pick Dare. And the person can dare you to do something and you have to do it, no matter what it is. It can be something stupid like eat six hard boiled eggs in a row or eat a booger. Or it can be something crazier like run around the cabin naked. Or go moon the girls cabin. Or anything. Sometimes you have ground rules like you can't leave Upper Camp, or you can't do anything dangerous or whatever." "I don't think I would like that game," I said. "I don't like answering questions about myself. And someone could dare me to do something I don't want to do." "But you get to ask questions of other people. And you get to dare other people. You want to try? Even though it's just the two of us?" "Maybe for a minute." "Truth or Dare? No one starts with a dare, by the way." "How come?" "I don't know. They just don't." "Okay. Then Truth." "How come you don't go swimming?" "I don't know how." "I didn't know how until I first came here. I was eight then. If you ask Nick he'll sign you up for swimming class." "I don't want to learn." "Why not?" "That's another question and your turn is over. Truth or dare?" "Truth, smart ass." "Why do you always hide your chest?" He put his hand over his t-shirt as if he was making sure it was still there. "You said the rule is you have to tell truth," I reminded him. Instead of answering he took his shirt off even though I hadn't dared him to. Maybe he thought that was coming up sooner or later. He had an olive complexion that wasn't due to the sun. I figured one of his parents was Mexican or Italian or something. That same tanned skin covered his shoulders and belly but the middle of his chest looked like someone splashed him with white paint. He looked at me like he dared me to feel sorry for him. He didn't wait for me to ask, but said, "I was five. My mom's boyfriend was mad at her for something. I don't know what. She was cooking bacon. He took the skillet off the stove and threw it across the room. He didn't see me next to the fridge, where he threw it. The hot grease landed on my chest." He put the shirt back on. "I don't like people staring and feeling sorry for me." "I know the feeling," I said. "I bet. Truth or dare.?" "If I say truth, you're going to ask me why I don't want to learn to swim." "Yep." I shook my head. All my life I've been answering questions I don't want to answer or ignoring questions I don't want to answer. "Isn't there another version of the game?" Jake started shuffling the cards again. He kept his attention on them. "Well. Instead of asking someone questions we could just tell truths about them." "What about the Dares?" I asked. Jake shuffled the cards three times before he answered. "No dumb booger eating dares. The dares would have to be related to the truths." I thought about that. I wasn't a hundred percent sure how that version of the game would work, but I liked not having to answer any truth questions. He just kept shuffling the cards. He said, "Let's try it. I'll go first. Truth." I've only known Jake for two and a half days. How do I know anything about him? I thought for a minute and said, "The truth about Jake is, he's not a jerk at all. He's really brave. He's not Slytherin he's Gryffindor." "Damn, slow down. One at a time. And those aren't true at all. You really don't know me, do you." "I said what I said." "Whatever. Truth or dare and it doesn't' matter cuz I'm telling you the truth." "Dare." "Tough shit." He never stopped shuffling the cards and never took his eyes off them. "You've got the biggest boner I've ever seen that wasn't in a porn vid." "What?" when did he see my boner? He finally stopped messing with the cards and looked at me. "Dude, it's huge. How big is it? Five inches? And you don't even got pubes yet. You're gonna be a fucking horse when you're Nick's age." "How do you know how big my boner is?" He shook his head. "We aren't playing that version anymore." I couldn't think straight. First, how did he know about my boner and lack of hair, and second, was he right, and third, he sounded like he liked it." "Truth or dare?" I asked. "Truth." I had no idea if what I was about to say was true or not but I took a chance. "You rub one out masturbate play with it." "You're damn right I do. Truth or dare and it doesn't matter what you answer cuz I'm giving you dare." "Truth." "I dare you to show me your boner. I know you got one." Does he have X-ray vision or something? "You first." "Together," he said. He stood up and so did I. I waited until I saw him unsnap his cutoffs before I reached for mine. I let them fall down. He pulled his underwear off and his boner was sticking out. He had more hair over his dick than JJ did, but not as much as Nick. "You want me to help you with your boxers?" he asked. "Okay." He pulled them down and my boner popped out. "Damn," he said. For some reason he went to his bunk and dug his hairbrush out of his duffle bag. He brought it over to me and held the handle of it next to my dick. "I knew it. Oh man." He tossed the brush onto his bunk. Without warning he wrapped his hand around my boner and gave it a little squeeze. "YIP!" "Noah, I don't want to hurt you." "I don't want you to hurt me, either." "If you were on the bed and I got on top of you, would it hurt you?" "What do you mean?" "I want you to fuck me. No offense but I don't think you're strong enough to do it the normal way. So I wanna ride your cock. Will that hurt you?" "I don't understand." "Man, you gotta get out of that monastery you live in. I want to jack you off with my ass." I got nothing against Jake rubbing one out masturbating me playing with it. But I got no idea how he's going to do it with his ass. "I don't think you'll hurt me," was all I said. "Sweet!" He let go of my dick and went to his bunk. "Come on," he said. I followed him. I leaned my crutches next to the wall and got into bed with him. It was kind of weird, both of us mostly naked but each of us with our shirts on. It wasn't until I was lysing next to Jake that I realized I hadn't covered up my boner with my hands once. I hadn't told him not to look. I didn't feel dirty. I knew that what we were doing was private and should be kept between us but I really wanted to tell Nick that I wasn't ashamed. It was because of him. Jake was in bed next to me. He was staring at my boner like it was a prize he won in a raffle. So far, I've never rubbed one out masturbated played with it. Only Nick has done that, but I haven't touched his yet. I never touched any boners at all and there was Jake's right in front of me. I reached for it but he stopped me. "Sorry Noah. I ain't gay. I promise that's not homo hate speech. I just get off when I fuck my ass with stuff. And your bone is really hot." It wasn't hate speech but it didn't make any sense. He put a gob of Sun Bum on his fingers and put his hand between his legs. It looked like he was rubbing it on his butt hole. He put more on his hand and then rubbed it onto my boner. "YIP!" I didn't have the feeling but I had the feeling that leads up to the feeling. I can't believe I never rubbed one out masturbated played with it before. My mom is retarded. Jake swung one leg over me like I was one of the horses at the camp farm with goats and chickens. I guess that's why he said he wanted to ride me. He sat on me, his boner behind mine. "Are you okay? Does this hurt?" It did hurt my legs a little but not much. I could put up with it for a few minutes. "I'm fine." "Good." He lifted himself up and grabbed my dick again. I knew it was coming and didn't bark like Pete this time. He looked me in the eye while he moved himself over my hard dick like he'd done it a hundred times. Then he lowered himself onto it. There's no way to be ready for that, even when you know it's coming. I yipped really loud. "Me, too, Noah," he said. His butt hole seemed to swallow my boner. It was hard to tell who was getting off on it more. It was so warm and every nerve ending in my boner was being stimulated. It was even better than when Nick rubbed it out masturbated played with it. And Jake was groaning like he was already getting the feeling but he wasn't spunking cum and I knew he had to be able to do that, with all the hair he had. And then he slid back up again and all the super feelings I just had came back again. He went up and down on my boner and every time he did it was like the head of my dick was about to explode. I was feeling so many things I couldn't even yip. I just made noises like I was gargling spit. I think it scared Jake cuz he stopped doing the up and down and opened his eyes and got scared and said, "Noah? Are you okay? Fuck, are you having a seizure?" "Why did you stop? Keep going!" He smiled and started the up and down again. "Is this fucking? Are you fucking me?" "I'm not sure who's fucking who, but yeah, we're fucking," he said. "Can you fuck me faster?" He did. I don't know how he was able to do it. My legs would have given out by now but he not only fucked me faster, he fucked me deeper, too, which made him groan louder and talk dirty. And when he talked dirty it made my dick feel even more like I was about to get the feeling which is all that matters. And right now, it WAS all that mattered. My hand felt empty. I know he said I couldn't touch his dick but I had to touch him somewhere. I reached for his thigh and hoped it wouldn't make him mad. He let me do it and I squeezed his thigh. Touching him while he fucked me made it even better for me. He leaned forward like he was going to lay on top of me but he didn't. He reached out with his hand and pinched my tit through my t-shirt. Nick sucked and licked it which was amazing and Jake pinching it was also amazing. "Fuck me harder, Jake! I'm getting the feeling!" His boner was bouncing in front of me while he rode me. I wished he'd let me touch it. But right then I got the feeling. I squeezed his thigh and no matter how hard I tried not to, I made the YIP noises. I felt my boner twitching inside him. "Oh fuck," he said and he sat down right on top of me and grinded himself on my dick. "Oh fuck," he said again. And then, even though neither one of us had touched his dick, the head of it got real big and his dick was bouncing and spunking cum all over my belly. My own dick, which had just got the feeling less than a minute ago, got the feeling all over again. I yipped while Jake's boner kept spunking cum on me while he said "Oh fuck" over and over. When it finally stopped spunking cum he just sat on me while my boner was still inside him. I didn't think it would ever go down to my normal dick again. "You did it, Noah. I always wondered if I could nut without touching my cock and you did it." He dug into his pillow case and took out a t-shirt and wiped up the cum from my belly. I wanted to leave my boner up his ass to see if he could give me the feeling again but I couldn't. "Jake? My legs are starting to hurt." "Oh, shit, I'm sorry." He lifted himself off my dick and then used the t shirt to wipe it. "YIP!" "You're a funny kid, Noah. But a sexy little fuck. You wanna go on punishment together every time we're scheduled for swimming?" "Truth or dare," I said rubbing my thighs. "And it doesn't matter what you say because I dare you to let me touch your dick next time or the truth is I will let JJ fuck me instead of you. We both know he'll do it. I don't care if you're gay or not. Fair is fair." He gave my dick a hungry look and said, "Yip, you little blackmailer. I guess I can be gay for you." I was glad cuz I had no idea if JJ would fuck me or not. "I'm not a blackmailer. I'm an extortionist." He looked at his watch. "Well if your legs can take it, we got fifteen minutes for you to extort me right now if you want." I love Camp Wesley. I've been coming here for the last two days, ever since I was twelve years old. 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