Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2001 21:20:21 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Camp Au Natural

This is the "final" chapter of the Camp Au Natural series.  I know it's
been a very long seven weeks but I hope it's been worth it.  I would like
to thank the usual gang, Cody, Justin, Dave and Trey, for all their help
and support.

The story contains scenes of teen-boy sex, no not sex but lovemaking.  If
this isn't your kind of thing, illegal in your neck of the woods or will
get your ass whipped if your daddy finds out then please move on.
Otherwise enjoy.  All comments to sidg@compuserve.com


Camp Au Natural:  Week Seven
Going Home
By Sid G (c) 2000

	Monday morning of week seven, the beginning of the last week of
camp.  I felt a combination of feelings as we waited for Mike to come in
and post this week's schedule.  There was a part of me looking forward to
going home, seeing my friends, all that kind of stuff.
	As I looked around the bunk I wondered if I'd ever see these guys
again.  We've become friends over the last six weeks.  Real friends, not
just sex buddies or bunk mates.  It's not that we live that far apart, but
none of us are near old enough to drive so we'll have to see what happens.
	Of course the real dread I have about next Sunday is how often will
I see Pete.  OK, seeing him won't be that hard since he and his family are
moving to the next town over from me.  Thing is we both want to do it
openly.  Now with my parents it's going to be mostly the age difference, at
our age three-and-a-half years is a lot, but once they see how much we love
and care for each other they'll accept it.  I mean they've basically known
since visiting day.
	Now Pete's parents are a different story.  They know Mike's gay and
are fine with it but Pete is their baby boy, and a rather special boy whose
gifts have caused him lots of problems in the past.
	As I finish sweeping the bunk Mike comes in and tacks the final
schedule up.  He catches my eye and mouths two.  The number of free periods
our two bunks share this week.  I would have loved to hear all but that
would be asking too much.
	"Very interesting schedule for tomorrow Mike," Ally said.
	"I thought you'd like it."
	"What's on it?" Pedro asked.
	"Two periods of farts and craps, two in a row of swim-the-lake."
	"Color War," Brett and Jake screamed.
	"Now, now boys, don't go jumping to conclusions.  You've got
projects to finish at arts and crafts and I've always wanted to have a bunk
do a double of swim-the-lake," Mike said.
	"Mike, it's always the last Tuesday of camp," Ally said.
	"We'll see, now get your shorts on, it's time for breakfast."

	Pete wriggled his ass at me as we stood around the flagpole, and
another pole went straight up.  My love turned, saw, giggled.  I covered
myself and stuck my tongue out.  Pete was on the ground laughing
instantaneously.

	The period before supper was the first of the two common free
periods.  We walked hand-in-hand down the path to our favorite enclosure.
It was a pleasant day but with a chill in the air that's typical for
northern Michigan at the end of August.  Pete was holding my hand a little
tighter than usual and I tried thinking reassuring thoughts.
	As soon as we were in the enclosure he hugged me tight.  Tears
flowed.  I lifted him to eye level.
	"Thank you, thank you," he sobbed.
	"For what my love?"
	"You're the first friend I've ever had who's used their mind to
make me feel good.  Mostly they either just try and keep me out or to be
nasty.  I don't want to lose you ever."
	"You won't my love, no matter what we'll always be together."
	"Even if we have to hide from our parents?"
	"Yes."
	"Will we have to?" a small voice asked.
	"Don't think so.  I'll prove to your parents I really care about
you and not just your hot ass."
	The tears vanished and that special gleam jumped into his eyes.
	"You really think I have a hot ass?"
	"The hottest," I said, picked him up and brought his mouth to mine.
	Our lips met and we sucked face and then our mouths parted and our
tongues danced while hands roamed familiar territory.  I lowered us to the
ground and we rolled around the enclosure as our passion built.
	"Get off of me," Pete said into my chest.
	"What?  Did somebody say something?"
	He bit my nipple and I rolled over, bringing him with me as he held
onto my nipple.  Once my love was on top he let go and started nipping his
way down my chest.  On reaching my pubes he gave me a teeth cut that had me
writhing on the ground.
	"Suck me, take my cock into that hot mouth of yours."
	He shook the dirt out of his hair, took a deep breath and swallowed
me whole.
	"Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck," I shouted when his lips brushed my
pubes.
	He shook his head while running his moist hot tongue around my
engorged cock.  I tried controlling my breathing, wanting to make it last
but he flicked my slit and I filled him with my seed.
	Did he pull off?  Of course not.  Even after my balls were sucked
dry he kept working on my cock.  Rod's rod stayed as hard as a steel rod.
I maneuvered around and took Pete's love tool into my mouth.
	Despite all the times we've had sex he tastes as young and as fresh
as ever.  Hell, his cock is the best tasting thing I've ever put in my
mouth.  We sucked in unison, hands fondling our lover's cheeks.  I slowly
inserted two fingers up his hole and massaged his prostate quickly bringing
him to his first orgasm.
	Did I pull off?  Silly question.
	Pete pulled off me, pushed me flat on the ground and slowly lowered
his ass over my mouth.  I rimmed and tongue fucked his succulent rosebud
while he bent over and slipped a condom on my leaking cock.
	When Pete was ready he stood, turned and squatted onto my pulsating
prick.  He slowly, excruciatingly slowly lowered himself.  About halfway
down he sensed how close I was and he stopped moving.  Held himself still
till I'd backed off from the brink.  My breathing back to normal he resumed
his descent.  As pubic hair met perfect buns he let out a long sigh and I
rubbed his legs.
	"How did you manage to do that?"
	"Willpower, now kiss me."
	We kissed and Pete started using his ass muscles as I gently fucked
his ass.
	We took time with our lovemaking.  If it wasn't for the warning
buzzer we might have fucked until dark.  As it was I just gradually
increased my pace and as the end of period bell rang I shot my love into my
love.
	"Do we have to go?  It's only supper," Pete said as he nestled his
head on my chest.
	"You know the rules my love.  You know what Mike will say if we
don't show up reasonably on time."
	"Right now I don't care, I just want to stay here with you."
	We lay there until Ally came yelling down the path.  He stopped
where he figured we'd be and started working on the lock.  I reached up and
opened the door.
	"You two better get your asses moving.  Got two pissed counselors
at the dining hall."
	"Tell my brother I'm not hungry and don't want to move."
	"Mike said to tell you he doesn't want to hear any bullshit from
either of you two lovebirds."
	"Up you go Pete," I said and he groaned.
	When we walked in we got a standing ovation.
	When we got back to our bunks we each got a tongue-lashing.  Mike
really hit me with the responsibility bit because I'm so much older than
Pete.  Worst part was I knew he was right.

	As predicted Tuesday breakfast ended with the beginning of color
war.  Four teams made up of forty boys, two from each bunk.  Tan, Gold, Red
and Black.  Representing the four shades of tanning.  Now in most camps
each team wears different colored clothing to keep the teams straight.  At
Camp Au Natural we were each painted as we walked into our team's meeting
place.  Pedro and I represented bunk 11 while Hector and Pete represented
bunk 6 on the Gold team.  The morning events were softball, touch football
and volleyball.  A round robin tournament of three forty-five minute games
with total points breaking any ties.  The swim meet took the first half of
the afternoon, with colored headbands taking the place of the water-soluble
paint.
	From all those t-shirts around I know a lot of you would like to
hear tales of nude athletics but the only worthwhile scenes were, let us
say a little painful to watch.  In case any of you were wondering, it was a
major penalty to tackle a boy by his cock.
	At the end of the swimming Gold was in second place, twenty points
behind Red but only forty-five points ahead of the last place Black team.
	The track meet was very simple.  Each bunk lined up together for a
lap that went from home plate to the swimming dock to the mess hall and
back to home plate.  For each race the winner received eight points and
down to one for the last place finisher.  A lot of team points involved,
and a lot of in-bunk rivalry as well.  Mr. Adonis called Bunk 1 to the line
and Timothy Robbins came up to his uncle and I and we wished him good luck.
	"You an uncle," I said as the youngest boys in camp toed the line.
	"Weird, and I tell him he doesn't have to call me Uncle Pete but he
wants to," Pete said with a shrug.  Plus a smile that showed he loved the
moniker.
	Timothy and Pete won their races and the overall point spread had
narrowed from sixty-five to forty points by the time I went.  If Pedro and
I finished first and second we would take the lead.  At least for the
moment.
	The starting gun sounded and Ally shot out to a good lead by the
dock.  I lengthened my stride and cut it in half by the dining hall with
Pedro on my shoulder.  A quick glimpse showed that none of the others were
anywhere close so we had at least thirteen points.  Not good enough, so I
turned it up another notch and quickly closed the gap, feeling Pedro right
behind me.
	When Ally hit the base path between second and third his feet went
out from under and he fell hard to ground.  I leaped over him and heard him
crying.  I skidded to a stop as Pedro flashed by to get the victory.  I
knelt next to Ally and turned him onto his back.  He was bleeding from a
badly scraped left knee.
	"Mike, doctor, his knee's bad," I shouted.
	"I'm here son," Dr. Cooper said and gently pushed me to one side.
	Ally gripped my hand as the camp doctor started examining his knee.
I didn't like the frown on the doctor's face.  Nor what I knew the
fingernails biting deep into my hand meant.
	Dr. Cooper raised two fingers and Mr. Adonis sagged, turned and ran
toward the office.
	They gave me second place and the rest where they were when they
stopped to stand by our fallen comrade.  But the racing stopped, even after
the ambulance took our cloth-covered friend away.
	Gold was in first place and I didn't care.
	They asked each team if we wanted to keep playing and I said yes
before there was any discussion.  It wasn't how I wanted to win, and I
wanted to give Ally's Red team a chance to win it for him.  I didn't have
to say that though.  The simple yes was enough.
	The other three teams agreed, and I heard later that with each one
it was one of Ally's bunkmates who answered the question the same way.
	We spent the rest of the afternoon learning the cheers for dinner
and the skits that would make the final presentation of the competition.
	The cheers were as corny as you've ever heard and going back and
forth between the four teams seemed to lift everybody's spirits a bit.
When Mr. Adonis announced that Red won and was now tied with Gold for first
place the hall erupted.
	After supper we returned to our meeting halls, Gold was meeting in
the indoor athletic hall, for final rehearsals.  Somebody "in authority"
had decided that each skit must have male and female characters.  And
keeping with the nature of the camp the female characters could not be in
drag.
	At the appointed hour we met at the basketball court.  As the team
in the lead the longest Gold got the stands but got to go third with Red
forth.  Black and Tan went then it was our turn.  It was hysterical, the
swishing and prancing from our "girls" was hilarious.  If I'd been wearing
pants I might have wet them.
	Red team took the court and all forty campers, five counselors and
the other staff assigned to the team surrounded the court.  Brett walked to
mid-court.  "For Ally."
	At that moment headlights pierced the surrounding darkness and
everybody watched as a car pulled up to the court.  Dr. Cooper got out of
the drivers side and went around to the door behind him and took out a pair
of crutches and you could hear two hundred plus breaths gasp.  He moved to
the rear passenger door and held it open, blocking our view.
	I stood and started clapping.  Pedro and the rest of our bunk
joined in followed by the rest of camp as Ally slowly emerged from the car
and took the crutches.  Besides a pair of shorts he was wearing a large
brace on his left knee.  With Dr. Cooper close behind he made it over to
Brett.  He waved to everybody and turned to his teammates.
	"Now go give a kick ass performance."
	They did.  Red won.  And I was way happy.
	Even happier when we got back to the bunk after the special color
war dessert and Ally slipped off his shorts.  Stood there in his knee brace
and said.  "That's better, that's much, much better."
	It turned out that besides the sever lacerations the feeling was
he'd badly stretched some ligaments.  He'd pleaded that they give him the
brace and wait for anything else until he got home.  After talking with his
parents the doctors agreed as long as he took it easy and kept the brace on
except for sleeping.
	"Even for sex?" Brett asked.
	"I'll try not to let it get in the way, but I think we've got to
take it easy there too."
	"And we'll make sure you keep your promise," Jake said.  "I've had
friends try and come back too soon after something like this and they're
still limping."
	"You have friends?" Ray said.
	"Time for bed," Mike said.
	"Mike, before that could you go to bunk six and ask George to bring
everyone here?"
	"Does it have to be now?"
	"Please," Ally said.
	As you can imagine the two bunks have become close in the last
couple of weeks so all of the younger boys were happy to see that Ally was
going to be OK and hadn't just made it look that way.
	"OK Ally, what couldn't wait to morning?" George, the bunk six
counselor, said.
	"Joey, come over here."
	"Yes Ally," the smallest boy in the bunk said.  I couldn't help
noticing the signs of the physical abuse his father from his father.  Signs
everybody had missed until the previous week's overnight.
	"While I was talking to my parents this afternoon they told me to
tell my new brother something."
	Joey looked puzzled as the pieces fell into place in his mind.
"Really?  "You mean it?"
	Ally opened his arms, "of course I mean it baby bro.  Your dad even
signed the papers making it legal."
	I don't think Joey heard the last part since he was too busy crying
and hugging Ally.  For that part there were tears all over the bunk.  A
cabin designed for eight slept eighteen that night.  I don't think there
was any sex, just a lot of people brought even closer together by all the
day's events.

	The next three days went by fast.  The second shared free period
was on Thursday, but I think you'll understand if I keep that one private.
Let's say that it was sweet and romantic and we were two happy, very happy
boys when we emerged.
	Saturday was the beginning of the end of camp.  They had us pack
everything up except for what we'd be wearing home.  They handed out our
camp yearbooks; everybody had the picture in it, all very PG head and chest
shots.  During the last period before supper everybody gathered by the
flagpole and got signatures, addresses, phone numbers and email addresses.
	At the final supper they handed out various awards and I got rookie
of the year.  Pete got staff-member's relative of the year.  Ally got
injury of the year.  After dessert they showed the highlight tape, and that
one was a lot closer to XXX despite the lack of sex.
	There was a free hour between the last supper and the last campfire
of the summer.  Everyone not involved in setting up the campfire just hung
outside the dining hall.  Taking the time to say good-byes we really meant
to friends instead of the rushed, or in addition to the rushed ones coming
in the morning.
	With the first stars we headed down to the campfire.  Pete sat
between my legs in the front row.  Surrounded by both our bunks.  Brett,
Ally and Joey were huddled together to our left.  On our right Jake sat
enveloping Lonnie with his arms.  George and Mike sat across from us.
George began playing his guitar and Jake and Lonnie began singing.
	Their voices, the soft chords and the sounds of nature were all you
could hear.  And even the birds and crickets seemed to quiet down.  The
music brought things to mind that I wanted to say to Pete, instead I
nuzzled his hair and held him tighter.  He leaned his head back, smiled and
held my hands in his.
	Something nudged into the back of my mind and I turned my attention
there.
	"Lord, I love Rod, keep us together please," I "heard" Pete say.
	I started crying, tears falling onto Pete's shoulders.  He looked
quizzically up at me.
	"I heard your prayer," I mouthed.
	He closed his eyes and the voice came again.  "In your mind?"
	"Yes," I thought.
	Pete turned and hugged me tight as our tears joined.
	The next thing I knew was Mike sitting and putting his arms around
us.  "It'll be OK tomorrow, we'll make it work."
	Pete looked over.  "Rod can hear me.  I thought a prayer and he
heard it.  We did it again and he heard it again."
	"You know kid, Dad always said that when your head, heart and body
told you that' you'd found the right girl your powers might grow through
the power of love.  Well Rod might not be a girl but I guess you found the
right one."
	"You and George?" I asked.
	"Time will tell, but we're going to keep seeing each other after
camp."  Mike leaned over and whispered something in my ear that brought a
smile to my face.
	Mike dried our eyes and wondered back over to George.  I looked
over to Jake and Lonnie who were facing each other now.  Singing to
themselves like they were alone in the world.  The song came to an end and
the music stopped.  I glanced over and saw George and Mike kissing.  A look
back and Lonnie and Jake were in a deep embrace.
	All around the campfire counselors, campers and staff were holding
each other.  There were couples and small groups.  In the back all of bunk
twenty, the oldest boys stood hugging each other on their last night as
campers at Camp Au Natural.
	Mr. Adonis said a few words and I thought back to how he had
handled the problems way back the second week of camp.  Wondered if John,
our original counselor, had resolved the personal problems that led to his
leaving.  Realized that not only had I met the love of my young life I'd
also grownup a little bit.  Even stood up to my father for the first time
on visiting day.
	As the fire burned down we slowly made our ways back to the bunks.
All of bunk six ended up in ours.

	Bunk six, including Pete, returned to their bunk at reveille.  The
final running of the flag, the final walk to the dining hall and the final
meal were held a lot quieter than usual.  The sadness I'd felt Monday
morning returned.
	Mr. Adonis said good-bye one last time and we walked to our bunks
for the final time.  A half-hour later parents started arriving.  Mine were
always late and I helped my friends load their cars.  Seeing Jake and
Lonnie introduce their boyfriend to their parents and see Jake's infamously
uncaring parents smile at the news was good to see.  Joey's running into
his new parents' arms when they came was priceless.
	It was almost lunch when my parents, brother and sister came down
the road with Mike and Pete's parents and a girl I assumed was one of their
sisters.  Pete moved closer to me on the bunk rail and grabbed my hand.
	I bent over to kiss him on the cheek but he turned his head and our
lips met.  They stayed together for a good few seconds.  When we looked
back up our families were stopped two bunks down.
	Both mothers had their mouths covered and I could see surprise on
my father's face.  Pete's dad was turning red and he was moving towards us.
Dad reached out to grab him but missed causing him to slip to one knee.
	I jumped off the rail and got in between Sarge and Pete and I saw
Mike and George running down from bunk six where they'd been talking.
Sarge got there first and shoved me back into the railing.  I bounced off
and he grabbed me.
	"What the fuck you doing with my baby you bastard?  What kind of
man are you molesting a boy that young, so much smaller than you?  Somebody
who called you his hero?"  Sarge screamed.
	"I love your son, I wouldn't do anything to hurt him."
	Sarge drew back his fist but Dad grabbed his arm and held on tight.
	"Dad, stop it," Mike shouted and got between the two of us.
	"You knew about these two and you let him rape your baby brother?"
	"He never raped me," Pete wailed.
	"Rod, do you really care for this boy?"  My father asked.
	"Yes Dad, I know there's a big gap but I've cared for him all
summer long.  The hero line visiting day was just a cover for that kiss."
	"You'll never see him again, I'm going to turn down that promotion
and we're staying where we are not close to you," Sarge screamed.
	"No," Pete screamed.  "I'll runaway if you do that to me."
	"Pete, no," I said.  "Sir, Pete and I love each other and want to
continue seeing each other.  We could have hidden behind all your backs but
we don't want to do that."
	"Honey, calm down," Pete's Mom said and put her arm around her
husband's shoulder.
	"But what happens, what happens."
	"Dad he knows, Rod knows and is fine with it.  He even heard Pete's
mind twice at the campfire last night.  And you know what you always said."
	"Is that true son?"
	Pete came and took my hand.  "Yes Dad, I thought a prayer to God to
keep us together and he heard me.  He cried happiness and when I felt his
tears he told me and we tried again and it worked.  Dad, I know we're way
different in age and size but I do love him."
	"Rod, what are they talking about?" Mom asked.
	"Pete's the seventh son of a seventh son and has telepathic
abilities.  Very few people have been able to accept it as quickly and
easily as Rod has.  Once I saw that I knew their relationship was real,"
Mike said.
	Sarge looked at me and I smiled.  He stuck out his hand and I shook
it but he pulled me close to him and gave me a hug.  "Sorry, it's just that
with everything," he whispered in my ear.
	"I understand, and I know how much he's been hurt.  Believe me,
being the jolly green giant isn't always easy either."
	We separated.  "You going to be as big as your old man?"
	"Hope to look down at him one day and call him shorty."
	"Boys, why don't you say your good-byes here while we walk back to
the cars," Pete's Mom said.
	When they were out of sight I hugged Mike and gave him a kiss.
"Thanks Mike."
	"Welcome to the family Rod, but be warned if you ever."
	"Don't say it bro," Pete said.
	"Come on love, let's go say good-bye," George said and led Mike
away.

	I picked Pete up and kissed him gently.
	"I was so scared," he said.
	"Me too, but it worked out.  We'll be together, in the open, like
we wanted."
	"Yeah, and now it's time to say good."
	I closed his mouth with a kiss before he could say bye.  A kiss
that was full of love.

The End