Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 09:05:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Clover For Boys - 07

Camp Clover For Boys
By chipster071053@yahoo.com

NOTICE: All of the usual legal stuff applies to this story. It's all been
written on the other six chapters, so from here on, you have been warned.

Many thanks to those who have taken the time to write with comments and
suggestions. I'd like to hear from anyone with ideas on where the story can
go or what the kids should learn at camp. (Looking for t/t, t/m/m, t/m/f,
m/F and m/M ideas.)

Our story continues...



Chapter 7 - Off To Camp

	The days following Timmy's parents' party flew by in a confused
blur. The only time Timmy saw Tom during that time was to go to a movie
together, but they never had a chance to be alone in private. Both of their
parents kept the boys busy with yard work and other chores.

	Timmy looked through the other tapes in his sister's room, but
didn't find anything like the one he had watched the night of the party. He
put that tape back in its place in her drawer, hoping that she wouldn't
notice that it had been moved.

	He had a lot of time to think about what he had seen, both on the
tape and in his parents' bedroom. He still had a hard time believing that
his parents were into group sex, especially sex that involved
teenagers. And what about his sister? He had seen her on the tape, naked,
and fucking a boy with both of their parents beside her. Did she ever have
sex with her mother? Her father? What about ever with him?

	He couldn't get these thoughts out of his mind, no matter how hard
he tried to block them out. And now he was going to spend two weeks at a
summer camp where he only knew one guy, and had seen a videotape of another
getting jerked off.

	Finally the day arrived that he would be going to camp. His parents
were also going to start their retreat the same afternoon. His Mom helped
him pack a footlocker with everything he was supposed to bring and his Dad
helped him carry it out to the car. Then he helped load his parents'
things. Each of them packed one suitcase and a common bag with toiletries
and a few other things. He thought it was odd that they were packing so
lightly for a two-week trip, but decided they would probably be doing
laundry wherever they were going.

	The car trip took about ninety minutes. During the drive, he found
out that Camp Clover for Boys was part of a larger resort complex that also
housed Camp Blossom For Girls, where his sister was a counselor, and the
Shamrock Lodge, where his parents would be going for their retreat. All
three were located on a large lake, and although they were not in sight of
each other, they were not far apart. The three shared a common stable,
rifle and archery ranges, hiking trails and a large boat dock. Each of the
three also had a separate, private swimming area and small boat dock for
canoes and paddle boats.

	When they arrived at Camp Clover, Timmy got out and started to
unload his footlocker from the back of the car. An older boy approached
from behind him and spoke.

	"Can I give you a hand with that, Timmy?" asked the boy.

	Timmy turned and stared into the face of one of the boys he had
seen at his parents' party. The one his Dad had given a blowjob. "Hi, I'm
Roger. I'm one of your camp counselors. If you want me to, I'll help you
carry that trunk over to your bunkhouse."

	Timmy had a hard time trying to hide his surprise. "How did you
know my name?" he asked.

	"I figured it was you when I saw your parents," he answered. "I met
them last year while they were on their retreat." He reached down and
grabbed a handle. "Come on, we've got to get you moved in."

	"So you've finally met Timmy," said Don as he approached the two
boys. "I think you two are going to get along very well this summer."

	Sara joined them. "Good to see you again, Roger. Please make sure
you take good care of Timmy, and if you need anything we'll be over at the
main lodge. You know how to find us, don't you?"

	"Yes, ma'am, I sure do. I'm looking forward to seeing you both
again next week at the big party. And I'll make sure Timmy here is in good
hands while he's here. I'm not going to be his cabin monitor, but I'll be
in the bunkhouse with him. I think Jake is going to be in with him."

	"Great," said Sara. "I won't have to worry about him getting into
trouble. Jake will know how to keep him in line." And she chuckled, winking
at Jake.

	The bunkhouse was actually a large building, surrounded by trees
and mostly hidden behind large shrubs that grew along the sides of the
building. There were long, narrow rows of windows located along the top of
the building, but no windows at eye level that Timmy could see. The front
door opened into a hallway that lead off to both the left and right, and
was lined with curtained doorways, which Timmy learned were shower stalls.

	Roger turned left and lead Tommy to a room at the end of the
hall. Inside, Timmy was surprised to find four double beds, rather than the
bunks or cots he had expected. Roger showed him where he could store his
footlocker and pointed to a closet located between two of the beds.

	"Here's where you can store your gear. You can put the footlocker
under the bed, but make sure you leave room for your bedmate's trunk, too,"
said Roger.

	"What do you mean, bedmate?" asked Timmy.

	"You'll be sharing the bed with one of the other campers. There are
seven others in here with you, and there are three other rooms just like
this one at each of the corners of the bunkhouse," replied Roger. "In
between the two rooms on this side, there's a room where a two of the
counselors will be sleeping," pointing to a doorway on the side wall. "Jake
will be in here in a little while to explain the rest of the rules. In the
mean time, you're welcome to come outside and look around until everyone
else gets here."

	"And it will be a pleasure to show you the ropes," said Jake as he
entered the room. "Hi, Timmy! I just saw your folks and they said you were
going to be in here. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you."

	Timmy would have dropped his jaw to the floor if he could have. The
teenager standing in front of him was the same one he had watched fuck his
sister on the tape and Don's mother at the party. The look of recognition
went unnoticed by the counselors.

	"Your friend Tom is already here. He's going to be in the far
corner room from here. You'll get to meet everyone else in here at the
bunkhouse orientation in a couple of hours, then everyone else at dinner
tonight," Jake informed him. "Why don't we go out and I'll show you part of
the camp while everyone else arrives>"

	Timmy didn't know what to say, so he just followed Jake as he
turned and left the room. They went back out to the front of the bunkhouse
and Jake gestured toward a clump of trees off to the left. "Over there is
the mess hall and camp store. The pathway to the left goes down to the
lake, the one to the right goes over to the ranges and the stables."

	"Where?" asked Timmy. "All I see are trees!"

	"Everything blends into nature here. When someone comes into the
camp, they see the woods, not the cabins. It makes the camp more private,
kind of hidden away," replied Jake.

	Jake took him into the mess hall, which looked more like a
recreation room with no tables set up. There was a basketball court painted
on the floor and shuffleboard lanes down either side. There were what
looked like four classrooms down both sides of the room, and windows along
the far wall that looked like the ones on the serving line at his school
cafeteria. The kitchen was on the other side of the wall.

	"This is where we'll have our meals, and some of the recreation
time will be spent in here. We'll have some classes here, too, and smaller
sessions in the other rooms," explained the teen. "Through that door is the
camp store, and you can go there after meals and in the early evening. They
have all kinds of stuff in there and you just charge it to your
account. Your parents will pay for it later."

	They passed through the doorway into the camp store, which looked
more like a small convenience store, well stocked with soda, candy and
snacks along with a shelf that was covered with a drop cloth. Timmy didn't
get a chance to ask what was under the cloth, because Jake took him out the
front door and back into the parking area where his parents had dropped him
off.

	There he saw several other cars being unloaded and boys about his
age saying goodbye to parents. There were five or six other older teen boys
wearing the same green t-shirt that Jake had on and they were helping get
gear to the bunkhouse.

	It suddenly dawned on Timmy that if each room held four beds, each
with two sleepers, and there were four rooms, that meant there were only 32
boys in the camp.

	"Jake, is this the only bunkhouse?" asked a puzzled Timmy.

	"Yes, it is. There is another small lodge behind the bunkhouse
where some of the other counselors sleep, but the camp only allows a small
number at each session," Jake told him. "There are four boys per counselor,
with one supervising each room and four more living in the lodge with the
adults. You'll meet all of them at dinner tonight, I think."

	One of the other boys yelled over to Jake, and he told Timmy to
head back to the bunkhouse while he went off to help with the other boys.

	When he got back to the bunkhouse, he wanted to investigate the
curtained doorways along the wall, but just them Nathan popped his head out
from their bedroom.

	"Hi, Timmy! Remember me? Nathan! We met at Dr. Burmeister's
office!"

	"Hello! I guess we're going to be roommates, then," said Timmy.

	"Better than that! We're going to be bedmates!" said the excited
Nathan. "Want some help getting unpacked? We're supposed to put our stuff
away before dinner."

	Tommy entered the room and found several other boys already
unloading footlockers into the closets.

	Nathan took it upon himself to start the introductions. "This is
Jim, Larry, Darren, Andy and Miguel. Everybody, this is Timmy."

	The collective group said hello and all of them shook Timmy's
hand. He was surprised at the good looks the boys all had. Jim was short,
well tanned and had a bit of upper body development that made his pecks
stand out. Larry was about Timmy's size with sandy blond hair and sparkling
blue eyes. Darren was tall and lean with light brown hair and a few
freckles. Andy was a redhead, about 5' 10" with a baby face. Miguel showed
his Latin American decent with dark, curly hair and a deep tan. That made
seven in the room, with one unaccounted for.

	As the boys visited, Jake and Roger came back into the room and
told the boys that they would be going to dinner in about 15 minutes. As
they left the room, the missing boy showed up at the door.

	"Hi everybody, I'm Aaron," said the newcomer. "I just got here. Who
do I get for a bunkmate?"

	Darren said, "Looks like you'll be sleeping with me over here,
Aaron."

	Nathan jumped in to again introduce everyone. He seemed to have
appointed himself the room's social director, not that anybody else seemed
to mind. It helped break the ice. Nathan seemed to know everyone else in
the room, but Timmy got the feeling that none of the other boys really knew
him.

	"Time for dinner, everyone," said Jake. "Timmy, you know where the
mess room is, so lead the way. You guys will be eating at Table 4 tonight."

	Timmy led the boys to the mess hall and found their table. The room
was filled with other boys and he saw Roger on the other side of the room
and waved to him. Roger was in the middle of a conversation with one of the
boys at his table, but he returned the wave.

	Timmy also noticed a table of adults in one corner of the room. He
recognized one as Nathan's mother, Susan, and one of the others was
Dr. Burmeister. He did not know the other two.

	When their table was called, they went to the serving window where
food trays were waiting for them. The first night's meal consisted of
Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, a couple of peach
slices and a desert along with a cup of Kool-Aid. The food was much better
than anything he had ever had at school, and he hoped all the meals would
be this good.

	After dinner, Susan stood up, and thumped her spoon on the table to
get the campers' attention.

	"Good evening, boys. I am Susan, and I'll be supervising the mess
hall and camp store," she said. "You've all met Dr. Burmeister when you had
your physical examinations. This gentleman is my husband Eric, who is your
camp director and the person on the far end is Jack, who is your activities
director. You'll meet the other staff members in the morning.

	"I know it's early in the evening, but you're going to have a busy
day tomorrow getting to know your fellow campers. Right now, you'll be
going back to your rooms at the bunkhouse for orientation and we'll all get
to bed early. Now please take your trays to the window as your table is
being called, and head back to the bunkhouse. And have a good night!"

	As the boys filed back into the bunkhouse, Timmy waited for Tom.

	"What do you make of all of this, Tom?" he asked his friend.

	"I don't know, but I think it's kind of strange. I've never seen a
camp before where you had to share a bed with someone else. And they're not
telling us a whole lot about what we're going to be doing for the next two
weeks, are they?" said Tom.

	"I think going to bed early sucks! Shouldn't we be having some kind
of a campfire or something?" Timmy said. "I don't know if I'm going to like
this!"

	Just then, Jake showed up and told the boys to get inside.

	"That's HIM!" said Tom. "What's he doing here?"

	"I don't know. I'm as surprised as you are," said Timmy as he went
through the door.

	Back in the room, the boys all sat on their beds as Roger and Jake
explained the rules of the cabin. They were all pretty straightforward and
what the boys expected, except for the shower rule. They were expected to
take four showers a day. One in the morning before breakfast, one before
the noon and evening meals, and one before bed. They were also told that
each boy would get a clean camp uniform after each shower, starting that
evening. The boys snickered when they were told that underwear was
optional, but that if they wore it, they should change each time they
showered. Laundry baskets were located just outside of each room, and their
underwear and other clothing would be washed and returned to them each
morning.

	The boys looked at each other, slightly puzzled by what they had
been told. It sounded to them like the camp was being run by a bunch of
clean freaks.

	"Now," said Jake, "everyone needs to get a shower. The first four
curtained doors down the hallway are yours. You'll pair off two to a shower
stall. Inside you'll find soap, shampoo and washcloths, and there will be a
towel hanging outside the door for each of you. You have to strip down in
here and leave your clothes in the hamper as you go out of the room. Now
let's get to it, OK, guys?"
	With that, Jake began to strip down, pulling off his shirt, then
his shorts, revealing that he was not wearing underwear. He stood at the
door as each of the boys slowly, hesitantly stripped, then he shepherded
them into the shower stalls, pairing them off as he went.

	Jake pulled the curtain on the first stall back and motioned for
Timmy and Nathan to enter together. The stall itself had showerheads and
water controls on either side, and the back wall was a floor to ceiling
mirror. The two boys turned their backs to each other and began to wash
themselves under the water streams.

	After a couple of minutes, the recessed floodlight above them
suddenly dimmed sharply, and there was light coming from the mirror.

	"Oh MY GOD!" Timmy heard Nathan utter. As he turned toward the
light, he realized that he was looking through a two-way mirror into a
large tiled room, with mirrors along the far wall. There were two posts
with showerheads in the middle of the room and surrounding them were naked
people. Men with boys, women with boys, boys with boys, girls with boys. At
least 10 people, maybe more, all of them were having sex in one form or
another.


(more to come)


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