Date: Fri, 06 Apr 2007 13:49:50 +0200
From: Peter AM <KanoPeer@checkjemail.nl>
Subject: Camp Blue Otter 04

Our story, for adults only, continues with a trip to Northlake, councilors
that encourage skinny dipping, newcomers that are still too scared, and
Sam.


Chapter 04: My Buddy Sam

To Northlake

Northlake turned out to be more of a pond than a lake, but it seemed like a
fun place.  A tire hung from a tree leaning over the pond.  A shallow part
of the pond had been corded off.  A wooden raft lay on shore, and another
raft, mounted on steel drums, was moored in the deep end.  The Northern
Pike campers seemed to be busy arranging their tents, and for now we had
the pond to ourselves.  I couldn't keep myself from looking back to those
Northern Pikers: most of them wore no clothes and some only shoulder pads.

Matthew told us that we could swim in our clothes for now if we really,
really wanted to, but since this was an all-boys camp it made much more
sense to leave our clothes dry on the shore and swim naked. He said we had
probably already seen a lot of the returning campers swim naked this
morning.

"Same with these Northern Pikers arranging their tents now, you can see
they are perfectly happy without pants"

Since we were newbies he would understand if some of us were not yet
comfortable with that, but he assured us that soon enough we would be.
And, he added, everybody gets a boner once in a while, and teenagers a lot
of times, and that's nothing you have to hide or be ashamed about, just
don't jack off in public.  He then set the example by stripping himself,
even sprouting a huge, and I mean huge boner.  Glen handed him a bag of
something, and Matthew walked about knee deep into the water and then swam
away with the bag.

My eyes had nearly popped out as I saw him strip in front of us without any
concern for revealing that humungous erection.  I tried to look away to
control my own dick but it was no use, I was sprouting a boner myself.
Things were getting very exciting.  I liked the idea of skinny dipping, and
figured if everybody else jumped in naked with boners, then what was to
stop me?  A little mumbling rose among the campers.  My spirits sank as I
heard one short guy comment "He's queer'.

'Frankie, did you have something to say?' Glen challenged him.

"Nothing" the short guy mumbled.

'OK then' Glen continued. "Matthew will dump a bag of ping pong balls in
the water.  Your job is to collect them and bring them back to me.  The
buddies who collect the most balls get first pick of the tents, second
place will get second pick, and so on. So everyone strip, get in the water,
and try to be the first to get those balls."

I guess the short guy, Frankie, was the most competitive among us.  He was
the first to strip to his shorts and run in the water.  Well you understand
that with the peer pressure thing, everybody follows everybody else.  If
the first kid to run into the water had done so naked, maybe we all would
have.  But the first kid in was Frankie, wearing his shorts, and now
everybody else followed in their shorts or swim trunks.  Me, I was still
wearing my Speedos and kept them on as I dove into the water, eager to hide
my bulge under the surface.  I swam out in a racing stroke and made it to
the raft ahead of the pack.

Sam was right behind me so I knew we were paired up well.  We each grabbed
about half a dozen ping pong balls.  There were more floating in the water
around us but our hands could hold no more.  The others started to arrive
to the raft and soon we would lose our advantage.  Glen pushed one hand
under water, brought it up empty, and then the other.

"Stick 'em in your trunks" he advised me.  So I did, and then gathered some
more, and some more, until my Speedos were stretched tight to the limit.
The nice thing about stuffing my trunks with balls was that they hid my
boner perfectly.  Sam and me swam back slowly to shore.  Sam said he had to
stay pretty vertical, to keep the ping pong balls trapped under his waist
band, rather than have them escape out the legs.  When we got to the
shallow end he had to hold his trunks legs closed above the knees, to keep
the balls in.  With Sam's hands tied up holding his trunk legs, Glen had to
fish the balls out of his trunks.  Glen held Sam's trunks open with one
hand and picked out the balls with the other, counting as he did so.

I stood there frozen to the ground, watching in a panic, my mind racing in
circles about how I could get out of this, but getting nowhere.  If the
councilor was going to empty out my trunks, he would spot my boner
instantly.  It was like watching a movie in slow motion.  One by one the
councilor pulled all of 23 balls out of Sam's baggy trunks, and then
reached out to my tight ones.  Instantly I snapped out of my daze, and
turned around to make a run for it.  But Sam was just as fast as me.

"I'll help yah" intervened Sam, as he caught me by the top rim of my
Speedos, pulling them open in the process.  His other hand reached down and
fished a ping pong ball out of the back.  He handed it over to the
councilor and slowly got the next one out, counting out loud.  Feverishly
and with shaky hands I unloaded the front of my speedos while Sam was
getting the smaller number from the back.  I didn't count or anything, just
dropped the balls to the ground, finishing two seconds after Sam had
finished with the back.  After dropping the last ball I ran away.

I learned later that my Speedos had only held 14 ping pong balls, bringing
our total up to 37.  George and Frankie were the next pair to make it back.
They both wore the baggy type of trunks and had forty balls between the two
of them, beating us by three.  We did hold on to second place, because
balls had started to run out for the late comers.  Harry had only collected
four balls, which he had kept in his hands, not in his short shorts.

Sam

Glen told us we would still have two more hours of free time in the pond
before we would return to our tents.  I was anxious to earn the respect of
my new buddy.  Sam was shorter than me, but a lot stronger.  I challenged
him to a race across the pond.  At first Sam was ahead of me, but he got
winded faster and I passed him about half-way across.  From there I had a
relatively easy time staying ahead of him.  Maybe this was teasing, but I
only kept myself a few feet ahead of him for the last half of the race.
Sam gave it everything all the way to the finish, and collapsed when he got
to the far shore, three seconds after me.  After he got his breathing back
to normal, he asked me whether he really had almost caught up to me, or
whether I was just playing with him.

"Race you back and we'll see" I suggested.

But Sam groaned "no way", he was done racing for one day.

That's when I told Sam not to feel bad, and confessed that I was on a swim
team and was used to swimming competitively.  '

"NOW you tell me, after I almost kill myself", complained Sam.  "But look
at you, you're not even winded, how do you do it?"

I told him it was just a matter of training, and Sam asked if I could train
him like that.  I replied that training is something he would have to
commit to himself, he would be the one that would have to do the work.  All
I could do is watch and maybe give him a few pointers.

We swam back to the raft.  I got on top to watch Sam swim and see what if
anything he was doing wrong.  He actually had pretty good form.  The only
thing I could suggest was that he should try riding lower in the water,
spending a little less energy fighting gravity and more on going
forwards. Both of us had some fun climbing on and diving off the raft.  By
the time we were marched back to Clearwater, everyone looked tired.


Picking Tents

Returning to our Clearwater campsite, Matthew let the guys with the most
balls, Frankie and George, have their pick of any tent except for the
councilors' tent, which was bigger.  George had his eye set on the tent
that had the most distance from the rest, but Frankie picked another one
and George conceded.  Sam asked me which one I preferred.  I suggested the
one that George had wanted and Sam agreed.  The other campers picked their
tents in turn and we all hauled our backpacks inside.

Glen told us that since there were no organized activities on Sundays, we
could slack off today but tomorrow we would back to our regular schedule,
and that meant waking up at FOUR in the morning.  Now he knew many of us
didn't sleep that well last night, so he would give us some time to rest or
even catch up on a little sleep right now.

"When you hear us banging on the cauldron then it's time to get out."

My Speedos were pretty well dry already, but Sam's shorts were still damp.
Since the tent was pretty small, he ended up laying out his sleeping bag
over top of mine to keep it dry.  I stretched out on the soft mattress of
two sleeping bags, while Sam just laid on the tent floor.  Neither of us
was really sleepy, so we chatted to get to know each other better.

We sort of covered the basics.  Sam wrestled and played football.  Me I
played keyboard and was pretty good at art. Sam was going into grade 10, me
into grade 9.  He lived in an apartment with his mom, dad, brother and two
sisters, with him being the youngest.  Myself I was an only child living in
an apartment with just my mom.  I didn't really remember my dad and no, my
Mom wasn't dating anybody.

I asked Sam what his brother and sisters were like.  "You guys fight?"

"My sisters couldn't be bothered with me.  But Jazz, he used to be mean to
me all the time, but not so much anymore. I think he actually likes me
now."

"Well I think you're pretty likable."

"Yeah?  Well thanks. You're OK too.  Its nice we can talk like this.  Guess
we'll make good buddies, or at least we make good swimmers.  It's cool that
you got certification as a lifeguard.  That means you can come back as a
councilor when you're seventeen and eighteen.  Wish I could be a
lifeguard.."


Artificial Respiration

Thus it was that I promised to teach him everything that I remembered from
my training as lifeguard.

"Did you learn artificial respiration?" he asked, looking me straight in
the eyes.

My reply was simple, "Sure I did, every lifeguard knows artificial
respiration"

Next he asked if they made us practice and I told him yes, at pretty well
every session.  Asked whether we practiced on real people or on a dummy, I
had to tell Sam that we didn't have such a dummy in our town, and we each
had to practice on our partner.

"Was your partner a boy or girl?" asked Sam, and after I had told him my
partner had been a boy, he asked if it felt funny doing artificial
respiration on a real boy".  I told him that it felt funnier receiving
artificial respiration than giving it.  It makes your chest rise without
you doing anything yourself, and it feels like you're getting inflated like
a balloon.

In the end Sam asked if I could show him.  So I went through the steps with
him, with me the rescuer and Sam the victim.

"Lay the victim on his back and raise his neck with one hand.  This should
make the mouth drop open (pretend you're unconscious and loosen all your
muscles).  Next inspect the victim"s throat for any obstructions.  Then
close the nose with your other hand and blow in the victim's mouth."

I lock lips, blow, and release.  Somehow, this time it had felt a little
different from the times at swimming lessons. It must have felt funny to
Sam too because he started to giggle. The giggling seemed out of character,
but it was infectious, and I giggled too.  Sam agreed that he did feel like
a balloon getting blown up.  We had stopped giggling and I finished the
demonstration by droning on:

"Check that the victim's chest rises, and wait for it to fall again.  Then
repeat procedure."  I prepared to blow him a second time, but he already
started giggling before our lips locked, so I just let it go.

Sam told me I was pretty brave, to show him artificial respiration just
like that, and that he didn't know many guys who would have done that.  I
countered that it was no big deal, everyone in my life guard class had done
it.  Our teacher had told us that if we should ever really need to use it,
it would have to come as second nature to us.  You can't think in an
emergency, you just have to do it automatically.  She made sure that we had
done it so often that we would remember how for the rest of our lives.

"Your teacher was a girl?" asked Sam with a little surprise.

"Yes, so?" I answered.

"Was she pretty?"

"Ok I guess - why do you ask?"

"Did she demonstrate for you, like on you?" he asked.

"No" I answered, finally understanding what Sam was driving at.  "She just
explained what to do, and then watched us closely to make sure we were
doing it right".

"Oh" said Sam, with a little disappointment in his voice.  Or maybe he was
just acting.

I felt I had to explain "Look there's nothing exciting about artificial
respiration, it's a skill you learn just like Front Crawl and Back Crawl."

"Sure" said Sam, without conviction.


 Lunch and Activity Sign-Up

The annoying noise of the ladle hammering on the cauldron penetrated our
tent.  We got up and out. "OK, you got a ten minute pee break, and then we
meet at the picnic table" Matthew announced after everybody got out their
tent and had walked up to him near the fire pit.  "Go anywhere in the
woods, just remember to take your buddy if you do."

"Let's go" said Sam, nodding towards the trees.  I followed Sam about
thirty feet into the woods where he waited for me to catch up to him.  Then
he turned towards a tree and opened his zipper.  I turned my back to him
but could hear the stream of his pee hitting the vegetation.  I opened my
zipper too and took aim but nothing came out.  Anyway, what I really needed
to do was take a dump, and that would have to wait till later.

I could hear Sam pull up his zipper and then he asked "You done yet?"

"Yup" I pretended, and pulled up my zipper too.

Matthew went around with a big bottle of suntan lotion and squirted a
generous amount in everybody's hand, reminding us to help our buddies, and
pay special attention to neck, nose and top of the ears.  Well protected
with lotion we were marched back to the main camp, were we ate hamburgers,
fries and corn on the cob.

After lunch we walked over to the activity clipboards, where everybody
wrote their names on the ones they wanted to join.  We were asked to sign
up for about eight activities, and the office would try to schedule us such
that we got most of our choices - six activities each.

Next stop was the laundry where everybody got a fresh bed sheet.  Glen
explained that these were to be used as liners in our sleeping bags.
Sleeping bags themselves are difficult to wash and dry, but these sheets
would be laundered every week.  Glen also explained that most sleeping bags
were uncomfortably narrow unless you opened them up and then zipped two
together, and recommended that the buddies check if their sleeping bag
zippers matched up.

"With the bed sheet liners," he added, "you don't have to worry about your
buddy dirtying up your nice sleeping bags, with dirty feet, wet dreams, or
anything else."  The way he slipped in that remark I didn't believe I heard
right, but the others must have heard the same thing, because I heard a few
giggles erupt here and there.

By now the sun was high and Glen told us it was time to head back to our
camp Clearwater, and get out of the sun.  Darn, I said to myself as we
marched back towards our tents.  I didn't get a chance to use the toilet
stalls first.  Now I might be stuck having to use that "picnic basket"
after all.

Back at the tents Matthew explained that the hottest part of day was always
the official nap time.  They didn't want anyone to get sunburned, and
especially not get sunstroke.  If we were not tired we could hang out under
the picnic shelter, or stay in the shade of the surrounding woods.
However, we were reminded time and again, never leave the clearing without
your buddy.  Again they would bang the cauldron when it was time for us to
assemble again.

Since Sam and me hadn't gotten much rest the last time round, we decided to
head back for our tent.  It was too hot to crawl inside our sleeping bags,
so we just laid on top of them.  However, neither of us was used to
sleeping in the middle of the day like this.


Introduction to Wrestling

I've got to say that ever since I had demonstrated my life saving skills,
Sam really did seem to respect me, or like me, or something.  I could tell
from the look in his eyes.  We had only just met and already he treated me
like a life-long friend, like someone he could be open with and trust,
unreserved.

In return for teaching him my swimming and life guarding skills, Sam
promised to show me his wrestling moves.  Without any further warning, he
grabbed my head in a headlock, and explained the difference between a Half
and a Full Nelson. Releasing my surprised head from his arms he had me do
the same to him.  Next he told me to sit on his belly and pin his shoulders
to the ground, and then he broke out of it, nearly taking the tent down in
the process.  He started to laugh and I laughed with him.

Something about Sam made me feel very comfortable with him.  He gave me a
friendly punch in the arm and I let myself topple over top of him.  Instead
of throwing me off he just tickled me in the ribs, so I had to roll away to
avoid getting tickled to death.  Then he took his turn pinning my shoulders
to the ground, and he sat with his butt right on my stomach. This was not
good with me having to go the bathroom soon, and I asked him to get off my
belly.

"Does it hurt?" Sam asked, surprised.

"Not really, but I'm full, I think I have to take a dump soon" I admitted.

"Not in here!" joked Sam, as he quickly glided off my belly further down
towards my knees, rubbing his behind right over my groin in the process.

The pressure of his butt grinding over my dick had caused an instant
reaction.  I panicked, could say nothing, move nothing, as I felt my
hard-on grow.  It was nothing sexual, just a mechanical reaction there, how
could I explain?

"You gotta break out by raising your hips and then using the full length of
your body as leverage" suggested Sam, but I was not about to raise any hips
while I had a raging boner.

"Here, I"ll make it a little easier for you" Sam offered when he didn't
sees me breaking out as suggested, and he shifted his weight off his butt
onto his knees.

"Just lift your hips and push me off."  With me still not raising my hips,
Sam just pretended that I had pushed him up and over, and he rolled off me.
"Just push me over like this".

My tongue was still frozen.  With Sam off me, the boner tenting up in my
Speedos was in plain sight. Before I could react, Sam saw where I was
looking, saw the tent in my Speedos.  It was impossible not to see.  I
rolled over on my stomach fast as I could, hiding my groin, but knew it was
too late.  Damn! My dick always messed me up.  Now he was gonna think I
could be a faggot.  But it was just the pressure of him sitting on me that
caused it, really!  How was I gonna explain?

"Uh, nice swim trunks" said Sam, giving me a light slap on the butt.  I
wondered to myself, was Sam just being friendly with me still, or was he
sarcastic?  But if he thought I was a faggot he wouldn't want to touch me,
would he?  He would be scooting to the far side of the tent, as far away as
possible, maybe run out of the tent, tell everyone he wanted a different
buddy.

Since I was still tongue-tied, Sam came and laid on his belly next to me,
just like me, and carried on the conversation.

"I guess they're a lot better for swimming than my draggy trunks.  Everyone
on your swim team wears those, I bet eh?" "


Sam about Skinny Dipping

A simple question.  "Yes" I answered.

"Nothing there to slow you down, is there?" Sam continued.  "I guess the
only thing faster would be to wear nothing at all.  Mind you, a lot of the
campers here ARE wearing nothing at all.  Have you ever skinny dipped?"

No answer.  I"m not sure where Sam was going with this, but he just kept on
talking.

"I guess they don't allow skinny dipping in competitions, but I mean when
you're on your own like.  Maybe in a pond somewhere, not in the city pool
of course.  Do you ever go swimming outside in a lake or something, instead
of just in chlorinated swimming pools?"

"Glenridge" I answered.  "Sometimes my mom drives me to Lake Glenridge,
about half an hour out of town"

"Is it busy there?" Sam asked.  "I mean are you ever there on your own, or
do lots of people swim there?"

"It's only busy there near the road" I answered.  "Me, I swim clear
across. There's never anybody on the far side of the lake."

"Just you there?"

"Yup"

"So that's perfect for skinny dipping."

"Uh, maybe, yeah, I guess"

"Did you ever go skinny dipping there?"

"No way, I couldn't.  There's always my Mom on the other side of the lake,
for ever warning me, like, don't drown, and watching me, with binoculars
even."

"I skinny dipped before" Sam offered.

"Yeah?  Where?"

"In a creek.  Runs right through a cornfield.  On my cousin's farm.  Nobody
can see us there."

"Us?"

"Yeah, me and my cousin Willlie.  Oh, and his dog.  Blacky.  Blacky's a lot
of fun, loves the water."

"So your cousin has SEEN you skinny dipping?"

"Well THUH.  He skinny dips too. Willie and me both, together."

I needed a few seconds to process that.  I liked the idea of skinny
dipping, but would have died if anyone who knew me caught me doing it.  But
if Sam and his cousin Willie had each been as secretive about it as I would
have been, then they could never have ended up both doing it together.  So
they must be pretty open about things, at least to each other.

"What's it like?"

"Feels kinda nice, actually.  You just feel a lot more free, and natural.
Maybe it feels a little funny at first, hanging loose, and you feel the
water running past your dick when you walk or swim in the water, but you
get used to it quickly, and it's kinda cool actually."

"Do you plan on skinny dipping here?"

"Oh for sure, sooner or later."

"Then why didn't you skinny dip today?"

"Just didn't wanna be the first in our group, I guess.  It"s easier when
everybody is doing it."

"Matthew was skinny dipping"

"Yeah, and he wasn't afraid to show it".

"Yeah the guy is pretty brave.  I would DIE if everybody saw my boner like
that.  Did you see the SIZE of his boner?"

"God, how could anyone NOT see it?" replied Sam.  "I never would have
thought Chinks were that well endowed."

"You think he was showing off?"

"Well wouldn't you, if your dick was THAT big?"

"Hell no, I'd be scared of what people would call me."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that here" replied Sam.  "Half the people here
are running around naked, didn't you see?  And they're all bound to get a
boner once in while.  Couldn't be a big deal".


Boners in the Tent

"You mean you wouldn't mind if people saw YOUR boner?" I asked,
incredulously.

"What's the big deal?  We all get boners sometimes.  You had one before
with the ping pong balls, and I got one now."

And with that Sam rolled over on his side, his trunks tenting out towards
me.  With me watching him, Sam stuck one hand in his trunks in an
unconcerned fashion, and adjusted his dick.  "That feels better. You still
got a boner?"

My face got hot as a first reaction.  Gosh, that blood pressure of mine!  I
get boners too easily and I blush too easily.  But why should I be
embarrassed?  Sam here had a boner too and he was not hiding it.  So in
answer to Sam's question I said nothing, but simply rolled over on my side
too, showing him the cramped bulge.  I stuck a hand in my Speedos to unfold
my boner, but had to push it sideways to keep it from sticking out the top.

"Yup, you still got one" Sam observed simply.  "I guess my talking about
skinny dipping and boners didn't help either.  Lets talk about the camp
activities.  Which ones did you sign up for?"

As it turned out, Sam and me really didn't have a lot of common interests.
He had signed up for all the sports, like soccer and wrestling.  Myself, I
was more into the artsie stuff.  Sam dozed off while I was talking about
it, that's how much it interested him.  Myself I had a bladder about to
burst, and could not pee with Sam or anyone else nearby.  So I slipped out
of the tent on my own, walked the ten feet or so to the perimeter of the
woods, and relieved myself on the other side of a big tree.

*************

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emails.  In the next chapter, Peter and Sam connect in a way neither of
them had anticipated.