Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2012 15:31:03 -0600
From: s a <midwest12cs@gmail.com>
Subject: Camp GREEN, Part 1

Warning: This story contains profanity and homosexuality.  I am the sole
creator of it.  Please feel free to contact me at the above email.

Camp GREEN, Part One

By Jaden Glover


     I loved him.  I loved him with all of my soul.  I'll never forget
him...and I'll never forget the way he tasted that night...

     I was eighteen and in my senior year.  Back then, I was a tall, gangly
nerd, who got along with everyone and flew under the radar.  In fact, if it
wasn't for my brains, I would have been completely insignificant in high
school.

     Every year in my hometown, the sixth graders went to a weeklong camp
on the east coast called Camp GREEN.  I forget what the acronym stood for,
but it had to do with nature awareness.  Also, along with the sixth
graders, eight seniors usually went with them as counselors.

     Originally, I wasn't supposed to go because my parents couldn't afford
to send me.  However, one of the primaries dropped out at the last minute,
so a school official paid for my way.

     At dawn, I arrived at the middle school.  There were two buses there,
and kids were filing in them.  Predictably, there was the cool kids' bus,
which consisted of the popular boys and a few girls, who were probably
future cheerleaders.  The other bus had everyone else on it, to include us
counselors.  Needless to say, our bus was probably a lot quieter than the
other one.

     I sat next to my best friend, Beth, who was a nerdy girl with metallic
braces, big glasses, and ratty hair.  We were in the middle of the bus,
across from a pretty, spunky blonde named Emily.

     Emily was sitting next to Charles, also known by his nickname Chucky.

     With his big crescent eyes, huge ecstatic smile, and cute chubby
cheeks, he looked like a cartoon chipmunk.  He also had a light smattering
of freckles and glistening, blondish brown hair, which formed a massive
wave across his forehead. Furthermore, he had an average sized body and
pale, smooth skin.

     He was also overly preppy in a striped polo, trendy khakis, and dress
shoes.  The stripes on his polo were powder blue, blanched almond, and
floral white, which made his baby blue eyes stand out more.

     Soon I said something goofy to Beth, and Charles started beaming.  At
that moment, he looked so happy and adorable he made me melt.  "What's your
name?" I asked, smiling back at him.

     "Charles," he answered.

     His voice was so girly it caught me off guard.  "Or Chucky," Emily
joked next to him.

     Charles rolled his eyes, but continued to smile.  "Old nickname," he
muttered.

     "There's nothing wrong with Chucky."

     "Chucky as in Chuck E. Cheese," Emily explained.

     "Because I have big teeth," Charles added, trying not to smile too
big.

     "Oh...at least it's not the doll," I said, somewhat cringing from my
bad humor.

     He smirked and rolled his eyes again.  He then looked back at me, and
we both giggled.

     For the remainder of the trip, I mostly just talked to the three of
them.

     Upon arriving at the camp, the teachers assigned us to your kids.  Not
surprisingly, Charles was in my group.  On the bus, I sat near one of the
teachers, so she probably saw how good our rapport was.

     Fortunately, most of my hometown boys were as respectful as Charles
was.  Brandon was the lone exception.  He was a baby faced blond, who
towered over the other kids and acted like a brat and bully.  Ironically,
our whole town knew his mom was a bull dyke, but I doubt anyone ever teased
him over it.

     Unfortunately, though, I had also gotten two intercity kids, who had
arrived with a small group.  Compared to the town boys, they were from a
different world.  Of course, they weren't necessarily bad, but they were
very rough.  For the most part, they carried on like a couple of loud,
crude comedians, which was the part I could take.  The part I couldn't
take, though, was their brutal defensiveness, which Brandon seemed to bring
out.  From the moment they saw his cocky face, they were on their guard.

     After the arrival briefing, we all went to our cabins to put away our
things.  Upon entering, Brandon threw his bag on the first bed he saw.
"How did I get stuck with a bunch of faggots?" he asked out loud, to
himself I assumed.

     "Who are you calling a faggot?" one of the city kids retorted.

     "Okay, guys, lets not start like this...," I began.

     "I'm no faggot!" the city kid asserted over me.

     That was the end of that, but I knew there would be more.

     That day, when I wasn't worrying about my troublemakers, I was
thinking about Charles.  It seemed like we were always glowing around each
other, and couldn't stop looking and smiling at one another.  There was
also something I noticed when I peered into his eyes.  It was something I
never saw before, and haven't seen since.  It was like a flicker of light,
a touch of his soul.

     That evening, we ate dinner, had a group session, and headed back to
our cabins.  After the lights went out, the city kids continued to goof
off, verbally and physically.  The other kids were quiet at first, but then
a few of them joined in after a while.  I tried to get them all to shut up,
but didn't have much luck.  Just then, I remembered one of the teachers
saying we could get him if we ever had any problems.  He was a big, mean
looking son of a bitch, so I figured they would be scared of him.
Therefore, I gave them the ultimatum of either shutting up or letting him
deal with them.

     Of course, it wasn't even ten seconds before the first asshole made a
noise.  Immediately, I left and got him.  That did the trick because I
didn't hear a peep out of them for the rest of the night.

     Overall, the next day was bearable.  Without fail, though, my three
assholes took up a lot of my time, but they were still manageable.

     Charles was as sweet and as adorable as ever.  On that day, he started
spiking his bangs up, like he was straight out of the 80s.  However, it
added some goofy charm to his preppy self.

     I couldn't tell for sure if he was gay.  Certainly, he sounded and
looked gay, but he was probably too young to understand any of that yet.

     At dinner, we were waiting for our food, and he was sitting across
from me, like he usually was.  Once again, I started beaming at him, and he
smiled back.  "Why you keep laughing at me?" he asked softly and sweetly.
"Is it because I have big teeth?"

     I didn't know what to say, so I just kept smiling.  Maybe I was
reading into things too much, I thought to myself.

     That night, the kids mostly behaved themselves, and fell asleep at a
reasonable time.  That left me alone to my thoughts, since I couldn't sleep
at first.  Naturally, those thoughts turned towards the sexual.  Back then,
I was extremely affectionate, but I was also battling my inside demon, as
my pastor and parents called it.  After a while, I became so amused by that
scare tactic I began referring to mine as Freddy, after the movie
boogeyman, of course.

     I don't know what happened, or if it even happened, but I was
convinced I had sex with a man when I was younger.  Then again, maybe I had
imagined it during one of the daily mind fuckings I got at home.  Anyways,
the only people I knew for sure I played with were two younger boys, who I
just fondled and sucked a little.  Honestly, even they seemed like distant
memories at the time.

     The next day started out like the last.  However, by that afternoon,
things started to go downhill.  Brandon and the city kids were rowdier than
before, and some of the town kids, especially the poorer ones, were heading
in that direction too.  By this time, I figured some of the kids were
getting too comfortable, while others were getting too homesick.  Neither
was a good thing.

     Sometimes, when the others argued with me, Charles would stick up for
me.  The city kids soon noticed and started referring to him as my "little
boyfriend".  Surprisingly, he didn't seem to care.

     Needless to say, Charles and I were becoming inseparable.  He followed
me around like a lovesick puppy, and even seemed to forget about Emily
after a while.  Furthermore, his gaze was becoming deeper and his smile
brighter.  He also wasn't afraid to show his grin anymore, and I saw the
flicker in his eyes more often.  Were we really falling in love, or was I
just reading into it again?

     By that afternoon, it was getting warmer and brighter out, after two
days of gloom.  Like a goof ball, Charles put sunscreen all over himself.
Soon I noticed a white smudge on his cheek, so I reached up and rubbed it
in.  My fingers lingered there for a few seconds, as his face lit up.

     That night, the boys behaved fairly well again.  I don't know how late
they stayed up because I passed out quick.

     In the middle of the night, I woke up with a raging, throbbing boner
in my sweatpants.  I was also wide awake and fully alert.  Freddy was
definitely stirring!

     I put my hand in my pants and felt a wet spot, as my mind wandered to
fleeting but vivid images.  I had watched a few pornos before, all
straight, and I was envisioning the guys in them, especially the rare
twinky ones.

     Soon I couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed outside.  I then walked a
ways into the woods and started beating off behind a tree.  It was freezing
cold, but I blocked that out of my head.  After a few seconds, I heard a
twig break, so I yanked up my pants and froze.  I listened for more noises,
but they never came.  However, I was so freaked out by that time I returned
to the cabin.

     After I entered, I noticed it was nippy from me leaving the door open
earlier.  Resultantly, I crawled in my sleeping bag, wrapped my hands in
its liner, and waited for the room to get warmer.  Then my dirty mind
started racing again.

     Soon I was thinking about Charles.  Before that night, I only felt
love and affection for him, but that night, I was too horny to feel
anything else.  My mind wandered back to earlier when I was touching him,
and I started imagining myself wiping cum off of him instead.

     Evidently, Freddy had stopped stirring, and was now on the prowl.

     Prodded by my unseen foe, I got up and went to Charles' bed, with my
sleeves stretched over my hands.  Reluctantly, I kneeled down beside his
bed.  Am I fucking crazy or what, I thought?  "Hey, Charles," I whispered,
"You awake?"  He stirred and murmured, and I touched his shoulder.  "You
awake, little man?"

     He mumbled something, but I couldn't tell what.  I looked down and
scanned his sweater.  It was one of those embarrassing sweaters that
someone's grandma gives them for Christmas.  Underneath it was a collared
shirt.  By that point, I was pretty sure he didn't own a T-shirt.

     Slowly and quietly, I unzipped his sleeping bag and peeked inside.
Once the moonlight struck, I saw his gray, trendy sweatpants.  Sticking
slightly out of them was his underwear band.  I could also see a sliver of
skin above his pants, which was so pale it seemed to be glowing.  In
conjunction with being horny, I was also now growing restless.

     Forgetting my hands were cold, I reached over and touched his bare
skin.  He stirred and murmured again, as my fingers lingered on him.  I
looked at this face, and thought I saw a quick smirk.  Soon my fingers
glided across his stomach, which felt extremely silky.  Also, he had just
enough belly to make him feel a little doughy as well.

     Just then, his skin looked so yummy I leaned over and sniffed him.  He
smelled wonderfully clean and strangely sweet, like fruity bath wash.

     I sat up to observe him closer.  My curiosity took over, and I pulled
his pants down a few inches.  His underwear was brightly white, and had a
logo on the band I never saw before.  I couldn't tell if they were regular
briefs or boxer briefs.  However, I didn't care because I was more
interested in what was inside of them.

     Carefully, my fingers crept into his underwear.  I couldn't believe
what I was doing!  At first, his skin felt like satin, but as I glided
further down, it began to feel like velvet instead, which made me think I
was getting close to his pubes.

     Just then, someone stirred in bed, and I froze for a few seconds.
Then I realized his hand was on my wrist, as if guiding me.  Once again, a
bed started creaking and I yanked my hand out of his pants.  I froze again,
as the creaking grew louder.  Fuck my life, I thought.

     I was almost too freaked out to do anything else, but I wanted to know
one last thing.  Quickly, I swept my hand over his sweatpants, and it was
confirmed: Charles' little cock was hard.

     I darted back to my bed and lied there for what seemed like forever.
I had never felt that excited in my life.  Naturally, I reached down,
pulled a sock from my bag, and spilled my huge load into it.  It felt
amazing!

     Finally, Freddy was satisfied, for now...


To be continued...