Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2000 17:13:08 GMT
From: Anon Please <anon_please@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Kid Cabins, at Camp (Part 1) (Gay, Young Friends)

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(This is a first attempt, please read and send me comments, the e-mail
is anon_please@hotmail.com)

WARNING: This is a purely fictional story that involves cute
prepubescent boys and molestation, sexual arousal, tickling, sex, and
other sensitive topics meant only for a few adults that enjoy reading
about all this perverted stuff. If this doesn't rock your socks, or you
are not even 18 years old yet, I order you to read no further. At least,
I won't be responsible. I MEAN IT. YOU ARE WARNED! The contents of this
file beyond this paragraph DO NOT express, represent, or have anything
to do with the opinions, believes, sexual preferences or conduct of the
author, myself. Even if it might not appear that way.

Big Kid Cabins at Camp
Part 1:

	Brent was upset that he wasn't going to be seeing his best friend
Josh again, but he understood that it wasn't Josh's fault. Josh's dad
was being transferred to a different state and his whole family was
moving there too. So Brent had to worry about going to summer camp alone
for the first time since he was 6 years old. Not a long time, but long
enough that he didn't know what he would do. Brent, being your average
11-year-old was fairly shy and didn't know if he was going to make any
new friends. So the closer to summer it got, the more adamant he became
that he was not going to go.

	"Brent, it's time for school," his mother called.
	"I'm up, I'm up," he yelled back.

	With great effort Brent was able to pull himself out of bed and
strip off his pajamas. There was a strange gooey stain in the front of
his pants, at first he thought he had wet himself, but there were only a
few drops there. It worried him, but by the time he got to school he had
completely forgotten. This was his first day at school without Josh
their, he really didn't like being in his classes. In gym they had to
pair up to practice basketball, and Josh was kind of left out, there
were only 16 people in his gym class, minus Josh, that left 15. The gym
teacher offered to help him, but he knew that would only hurt so he
managed to talk the gym teacher into letting him just shoot free throws.

	Brent was not what you would call an athlete, he had a lithe body,
and had fairly well defined muscles, but he just wasn't good at anything
but running. Brent had been the athletic one, and everyone assumed Brent
was too since they always hung out together, but they soon found out
that the red haired boy by himself was not a basketball player at all.
He just sort of stood around and watched the other kids, and shot the
basketball once and awhile so the teacher wouldn't be mad at him, but
that was just about it. Many of the kids looked at him funny as he
missed time and time again, this time Josh wasn't with him to correct
his game and help him hit a few, their was just no reason to play the
stupid game. Finally gym was over and Brent went to his last period of
the day, history.

	History was the one subject that he really had trouble with,
nothing else phased him much, but all the dates got annoying, and he
really had trouble concentrating on things that happened 200 years ago.
He found himself day dreaming about times past when he and Josh had
gotten in trouble, skating in the hallway, the tack on old Ms. Berkeis
seat, all of the things he couldn't do anymore. Oh well, he really
needed to get over Josh and try to act like a normal pe....

	"Brent, Brent..."
	"Yes Ms. Berkeis?"
	"I said why don't you join us and answer my question?"
	The class giggled, bringing a sudden blush to Brent's cheeks.
	"Sssorry ma'am, I didn't mean to day dream"
	"That's okay Brent, now as I was saying, when was the Great Stock
Market Crash?"
	"Um, I'm sorry ma'am I really don't know"

	She grumbled as she called on another student, she always did that
when her students didn't pay attention, just grumbled and called on
someone else. It was okay with Brent, but she also had a way of
embarrassing them too. Timmy, who sat directly in front of Brent, raised
his hand, Ms. Berkeis looked at him with that "What do you want now"
expression, and he asked "Ms. Berkeis, may I goto the bathroom?"
"Why Timothy, so you are alive, why don't you learn to pay attention and
answer my questions, then I may learn to let you go to the bathroom."

	"But, but, I really have to go ma'am"
	"I'm sorry Timothy, not right now"
	"Bu.."
	"Timmy hush"

	At that she started teaching again, before long Timmy started
crying, Mr. Berkeis looked at him, and barked one little bit of laugher,
then she said "Timothy, why don't you come up here and show they class
that you haven't been potty trained yet."
He got up slowly and moved to the front of the room, everyone burst out
laughing, she then sent him to the office, and tried to start teaching
again, but the bell caught her. We rushed out of the room as she tried
to keep us; it was after all, the last day of school. Some of Brent's
friend came running up and looked kind of excited. Jason asked if he was
excited about summer camp, but he only got a frown.

	"Oh yeah, sorry about Josh leaving, are you still coming to camp
this year?"
	"Yeah, my parents are making me go"
	"Well, it's gonna be fun this year, we get to be in the older kids
cabins"
	"Oh yeah, our first year out of the kiddy cabins", Brent said,
sounding more interested.
	"Well, I'll see you first thing Monday morning... we have to be on
the bus at 8 o'clock."
	"Alright, take care Jason"

	Brent got on the bus and went home, when he got their his mother
was their, she wanted to go shopping and get him some new clothes for
going to camp. That only upset Brent more since Brent and Josh had
always gone and gotten clothes together, one of their parents taking
them each year. Well, after a 30-minute drive they ended up at the
"local" Wal-Mart. His mother took him straight to the boy's section and
after maybe an hour he had an entire summer wardrobe of short, tee
shirts, a few boy scout looking button up shirts, and a hat. Then his
mother grabbed some socks, and took him to the underwear section for
some new briefs. Brent always hated the underwear section, it
embarrassed him.

	"Do your underwear still fit ok?", his mother asked.
	"Yeah, they're fine", he replied.
	"Are you sure, do they still fit okay in the front?"

	His blush was clearly visible, even as tan as he was. She noticed
and he mumbled something. She grabbed a pack of the same size and
dropped them in the cart.

	"Oh yeah, you need a new swim suit"

	They walked to the swim wear area, but they were completely out of
the oversize trunks he liked. He dreaded it, but knew what she would
suggest.

	"Why don't you get some Speedo's?"
	"Aw, Mom, I hate those things," he complained.
	"Oh you'll look cute, here try these on, remember to put them over
your underwear, or we have to buy them. And they are supposed to be
slightly more snug than your underwear"

	She handed him a pair of bright red Speedo's. He had never tried
any one before, but he knew it would be as bad as everyone seeing him in
his underwear, and since the lake was a coed area, that would be
embarrassing. Brent was extremely modest and dreaded the prospect of
having to dress out for gym next year in 7th grade. In the tiny little
dressing room he quickly stripped out of his clothes and tried on the
tiny Speedo. It was snug, like they it was supposed to be, but it held
him so that he couldn't get rid of the noticeable bulge. He called out
that they fit okay, but his mom wanted to see them. He grudgingly
agreed. The door slowly swung open and he stepped out, he blushed
instantly, there were a couple of high school aged girls helping, what
seemed like, their kid brother find clothes. They looked at him, pointed
at the bulge and both giggled as the walked away. For the third time
that day Brent blushed profusely. His mom told him not to worry about
it, and that he looked fine. She also explained that she would have his
father explain how to situate "himself" so that he wouldn't show so
badly.

	After another long drive Brent found himself at home with nothing
much to do. Jason called to talk to him. Jason explained that he had
been at Wal-Mart and got the last pair of swimming trunks, Brent told
him he was stuck with Speedo's. Jason laughed a little, but then
explained that he knew several people would be stuck with them this
year. After talking for awhile Brent's mom called him down for supper,
he said goodbye and went to eat. Pork chops, rice, gravy, and corn, not
bad over all, but not his favorite meal. Brent's mother explained to his
father that Brent had gotten Speedo's and that he needed to talk to him.

	After dinner Brent's father told him to go change into his
Speedo's and he would be in after a couple of minutes. Brent stripped
out of all his clothes and stood their waiting for his father who
promptly knocked on the door. "Come in"

	"Hey their kiddo, yeah looks like you do need to learn what to do
about that," his father said eyeing his son's crotch.
	"Um, err, yeah," Brent mumbled.
"Well first off, you need to do this," his father tried to explain.

	After many unsuccessful explanations his father reached out and
adjusted him Speedo's and package so that the bulge was much less
noticeable. Well count that as number 5 for the day, Brent turned beat
red and could feel his little weenie getting stiff. He knew it did that
when he washed it in the shower, but he didn't know why. His father
apologized and went back down stairs. Brent changed into his pajamas and
lay in his bed to read for awhile. After an hour or so his mom came up,
kissed him goodnight, and then tucked him in. Saturday and Sunday went
slowly, Brent just stayed around the house watching TV, playing on his
computer, and generally just annoying his parents. Finally it was
Monday, Brent had his stuff packed and his parents took him to the
school where the Camp Bus was waiting. He was excited and nervous all at
the same time, he couldn't wait to have something to do, but he didn't
know if it would be fun without Brent. After a quick goodbye he got on
the bus and saw Jason sitting in the back saving him a seat. The bus
pulled off, it was nearly 1 o'clock when they got to camp Chalisit, it
wasn't that far away, but the bus had to stop at several other places
along the way. Brent got off the bus at camp, breathing the fresh air;
he suppressed his trembling so that no one would see he was so nervous.


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Thus ends Part One of Big Kids Cabin at Camp...
This is my first attempt at this sort of thing, so kind of bear with me.
Any comments, suggestions, or praise is welcome. send it to
anon_please@hotmail.com