Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 08:38:37 +0200
From: Peter AM <KanoPeer@checkjemail.nl>
Subject: Camp Blue Otter 07

Thanks to all for your kind words and your patience.  In Chapter 7, Howard
continues to suffer various embarrasments, and is grateful to Sam for not
giving him a hard time about it.

Chapter 07:

Hospital Bottle Wet Dream

I dreamed I was in a hospital bed in a body cast.  Legs raised on pulleys,
upper body immobilized, the works.  All I could do was blink my eyes and
watch.  When it was time for a pee break the male nurse would stick my
weenie in the pee bottle but even though my bladder was bursting nothing
would come.  Worse, my weenie got hard and lifted the bottle with its
erection.  The nurse laughed and called over the other staff to come and
see.  They all came to look at bottle sticking up from my groin.  In the
end I got back at them by a suddenly release of urine blowing off the
bottle and showering all the gawkers.

That's when I woke up, in the middle of the night., and found out that yes,
things COULD get worse, I COULD embarrass myself more than I already had.
Touching my penis with one hand, I discovered to my chagrin that I had just
finished a wet dream.  Jizz was puddled around my belly button and oozing
down my hip.  I could rationalize that my wet dream was just a natural body
function, but why did I have to get one just now, now that I was joined at
the hip to Sam?  With a sense of foreboding I checked Sam's hip. Darn, I
had gotten him wet too!

As I touched his hip, Sam whispered "Howard?"  And I felt his hand on mine.

"Oh, you're awake, I think I uh,... don't move., I gotta wipe..., uh, Gosh
I think just..., I mean I only just woke up, and...., I'm sorry, but I was
sleeping, and, .. uh, let me get something to wipe up..."

I reached over to my pack and pulled out whatever piece of clothing was on
top - might have been a T-shirt.  I handed it to Sam for his hip and
reached back to get myself something to wipe up with as well.

Meanwhile Sam had wiped up between our hips and was starting to wipe by
belly.  Whoa, that's not what I had intended!  I shot my hand back down
onto Sam's and took the rag from him, just in time before he would have
touched my growing penis.

"Thanks, I got it" I said, and finished wiping my belly.

"Sorry I got you wet.  Can't believe how I keep messing you up different
ways."

"Don't sweat it" replied Sam. It seemed to be his favorite saying, as he
tried to make me feel better.

"At least you didn't pee the bed like I used to.  You've no idea how my
brother used to torture me about that.  I was happy when HE started wetting
the bed for a change, with his jizz.  It was so nice to have a role
reversal, I had stopped peeing in, and he had started getting wet dreams."

"And now its ME waking up with a wet dream.  Gosh, this is so awkward I can
hardly face it.  How did your brother first react waking up to a wet dream
with you in his bed as well?"

"I remember he was pretty flustered the first time.  Soon after though, I
started waking up to wet dreams too, even though I was still a year
younger.  Now Jazz and me always just spread a bath towel across the bed,
under our hips, so the bottom sheet and mattress always stay dry."

"Good idea, I guess".

"Yeah, why don't we do the same?"

"Sure."

I was just thankful he was not making a big deal of the mess I had made in
bed, and would agree to anything with him.


Pee taped to Sam


"Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind coming out with me, I gotta pee real bad?"

"No problem buddy."

We clambered out of our tent and walked only a few steps into the woods.
It was still dark and we hadn't bothered to struggle back into our trunks,
they were hanging from our thighs held up by the tape.  I pointed my limp
dick towards a tree, but to my agony nothing would come out.

"Uh, guess I don't need to go anymore.  Sorry to get you up for nothing."

"Heck, you gotta get over this shy bladder business. I'm not moving or
talking until I've heard you pee."

So we just stood there.  And stood there.  Not saying a word.  I was
starting to shiver a little. It was cold.  Should have brought my shirt.  I
told Sam a few times we should go, but he wouldn't speak a word.  Just
stood there.  Then finally, I got a few drips, then a few more, then a full
blast.  Oh, this felt so much better.  But I felt I also needed to do
number two.  Just as I was wondering whether we should try to find the
picnic basket in the dark we heard the noise from the cauldron.

"Hold on" said Sam, and leaned on me as he lifted up his free leg and
somehow managed to get back into his trunks.  After he pulled up his trunks
it was my turn to do the same, but I just couldn't get the other leg into
my tight Speedos.

"Can't believe it's time already" said I as we walked back towards the fire
pit.  I was hoping to make it to our tent quick, so I could sit down and
try again to get my Speedos on properly.  The sun was not yet over the
horizon but we could make out Matthew, waiting for us right outside our
tent.

"Gooood morning, and how are the twins doing?  I see you've learned to
stick together."

"Uh, good morning, I.... uh..., I had to go for a whizz" I stammered,
trying to explain why my Speedos were down.


Free at last, free at last, my God I'm free at last.

Matthew called over Glen, told me to hold on, and then kneeled down in
front of me, his nose close to my exposed dick.  I thought I actually heard
him sniffing and wondered whether he could smell my jizz or my pee, or
both.  Thankfully he didn't comment and more thankfully yet, my dick was
still down.  Matthew just reached for the tape on our legs and.... OUCH!
That hurt!  I swear he pulled off all my hairs along with the tape.  Our
legs were an angry red where the tape had been.

Anyway, with my leg free now I didn't waste any time lowering my Speedos to
get the other leg in, and then safely pulling them up.  But I lost my
balance in the process.  Taped together for one day, I had already
forgotten how to stand on my own.  Sam grabbed one hand and helped pull me
up.  More careful with my balance now, I finished getting my Speedos up.

Glen told everyone we had five minutes for a leak if we needed it, and then
to meet him with our towels, toothpaste and brushes by the picnic table.
While most of the others headed into the woods, Sam and I dove into our
tent to put on our shirts and get the towel, toothpaste and stuff.  We
moved so much faster now that the tape was removed.

Glen marched us two by two to the base camp.  Once there, we left our
brushes by the wash basins on the outside wall, and headed into the change
room.  Inside it was still dark, with only a faint glow reaching us from a
frosted window high in the wall.  No one was turning on any lights.  Glen
told us to change and leave everything in the change room, then take a
shower and meet him by the pool side.

Glen and Matthew pulled down their trunks at once, but I don't think anyone
else did.  Anyway, I didn't have time to hang around.  After kicking off my
shoes and pulling off my shirt I rushed over to the toilets, pulled down my
Speedos, and relieved my bowels.  It was messy and I decided to keep my
Speedos off while heading back to the showers.  By this time everyone had
already gone to the pool so I could wash my shitty bum in private.  After I
finished washing, I wondered if I should keep my Speedos off.  For the
moment my penis was soft, and it was dark, and maybe everybody was skinny
dipping now.  But what if I walked into the pool and found out I was the
only bare-assed boy there?


First swim in the pool

I played it safe and got my Speedos on before I walked over to the small
swimming pool.  It was only slightly lighter there, thanks to another
window.  Everybody was already in the water, almost shoulder deep, talking,
splashing, making noise.  I slid in quietly myself and swam to the other
side, bumping twice into other campers as I did so.  I used to opportunity
to brush my hand by their bums, but I had to be subtle about it, and from
that quick touch I couldn't be sure whether I had felt skin or fabric.
This was definitely the smallest pool I had ever swum in.  On the way back
I bumped into someone again so I gave up on swimming and just stood still
in the middle.

After a while Sam found me and I whispered to him "Is anybody skinny
dipping?"

"Yeah, almost everybody" he answered.  So then I took off my Speedos too,
keeping a tight hold on them in one hand.  With all the hundreds of times I
had been in a swimming pool, this was the first time without trunks.  It
felt so weird.  But I didn't have time to think about it, cause right then
someone tagged Sam.

"You're it."

Then Sam tagged me in turn.  I chased after the first tagger and reached
for his shoulder with my free hand.  In such a small pool it was pretty
well impossible to get away from the tagger, but it was fun just the same,
even if it was a childish game.

Only about ten minutes later Glen called out and told us all to rinse off
the chlorine in the showers and then join him in the sauna.  As the other
kids got out I saw that everyone except Glen and Matthew was wearing
trunks!

"I thought you said..." I started, but Sam just laughed.

I hurried back into my own trunks before getting out of the water.  By the
time Sam and I got to the showers, the six individual stalls were already
taken so we rinsed off in the group area on the other side.  I think we had
less than ten seconds before the water turned ice cold.  People shouted in
shock at the change of temperature, but Matthew told us to come on and warm
up in the sauna.  Sam and I were the last ones to get there as well.
Opening the door to the sauna we saw it was full, but Matthew told us just
to push in.

Sam pushed in ahead of me, making some standing room for me.  As I closed
the door behind me it got pitch dark inside - no windows here.  It was hot
and stuffy, but Sam's body felt cool against my skin.  I was sandwiched
between Sam and the door.  His butt wiggled some against my groin and I
could feel myself getting hard involuntarily - like the wrestling match all
over again.  I would have liked to adjust my boner to make it a little more
comfortable, but there was no room to maneuver in here.  I wondered if
Sam's butt could feel the bulge in my Speedos, It was kind of embarrassing
but as long as I kept quiet in this dark room I felt a sort of anonymity.

Matthew broke the silence with a suggestion to "lets go cool off a second".

I pushed open the door and everybody filed out behind me, back to the
showers.  They were still ice cold, but it felt good to cool off my head
after suffering the heat of the sauna.  The cold water did nothing,
however, to douse my raging hardon. All I could do was adjust it a little
to make it slightly more comfortable in my tight Speedos.  I was thankful
for the dark.  A couple of guys headed back to the change room but Glen and
Matthew went back to the sauna.  It would be a good place for me to hang
low, until things inside my Speedos would settle down. I got a seat on the
bench this time.  Some other boy sat next to me, I wasn't sure who it was
in the dark, and he put his hand on my Speedos, right were my boner was.

"Oops, sorry" and the hand pulled away again.

I was contemplated returning the favor, but decided it would be safer not
to touch anyone, and keep my arms folded across my chest.  After a few more
minutes of warming up in the sauna, Glen announced it was time to dry off
and get dressed.  We filed back to the change room where I dried up a
little and got my shoes and shirt back on.

Outside it felt cool, but at least there was no wind.  Next we were off to
the kitchen, but Glen told us no one was allowed into the kitchen with wet
pants.  Only Matthew and him had dry trunks, since they had been the only
skinny-dippers, so they went inside while we waited outside.  After fifteen
minutes or so they finally came out, carrying a bag of sliced bread and a
jar of peanut butter, commenting how good the breakfast smorgasbord inside
had been.  Apparently they had hot pancakes, bacon and more stuff inside,
but outside we had to make do with the peanut butter sandwiches.


First Canoe Lessons

After breakfast, we brushed our teeth and then put our brushes and paste
away in a cupboard by the sinks, with the Lake Trout logo on it.  Next we
were led to the riverside where half a dozen canoes were docked.  Glen
spoke up:

"Listen up everybody.  We get the canoes every morning for almost an hour
and a half, so by the end of this camp you should all be expert canoers.
How many of you newbies have ever been in a canoe before?  Put up your
hands."

Half the campers raised their hand, including Sam.

"Five out of ten, good!  Keep those hands up.  Everyone who's never canoed
before, pick a partner that has."

Right away I asked Sam, "wanna be partners?"

"Sure, you bet" he answered.

Glen had us each pick up a paddle and repeat after him as he demonstrated
the J-stroke.  Next he told us to take off our shoes and socks, put on the
life vests, and slide the canoes about a foot deep into the water.  He
showed us how to balance the canoe while getting in.  Then he told the
experienced paddlers to steady the canoe, while the newbies got in at the
front.  That was a good thing, because I probably would have tipped the
canoe right from the start, if Sam had not been holding it for me, and
reminding me hold on to the canoe with both arms, putting half my weight on
each arm.  Next Sam had to get into the back and push off at the same time.
Amazingly, it worked, we were gliding into the river, looking back at some
other canoes that stayed stuck in the mud.  Glen and Matthew pushed off
those canoes that had been stuck, and then followed us into the water with
their own canoe.

For the next hour Glen had us practice maneuvering the canoes.  The
toughest part was turning the boat around.  Even though the current was not
very strong, it was still a little scary when we got half way through the
turn and felt the current pushing up against one side of the canoe,
threatening to tip it.  By some miracle we all managed to turn the canoes
around without sinking them.  Then I discovered that paddling upstream is a
lot more work than paddling downstream, even though we barely had any
current to begin with.  As time wore on the wind started to pick up,
shattering the erstwhile mirror-smooth surface of the water into a myriad
of little wavelets.

For our final lesson we were told to hold on to the canoe after we tip and
fall into the water.  First Glen had us line up close to shore, and then we
were to tip the canoes on purpose, one by one, by both paddlers leaning to
the same side.  Everybody laughed at the panicked expressions of the first
pair as they overbalanced and dunked themselves into the water.  Our turn
came next and I thought I would first try to lean over just a little bit,
but the canoe tipped a lot quicker than expected, plunging us into the
water.

We landed about chest deep, but the buoyancy of the life vests wouldn't let
us touch bottom, making it difficult to drag the canoe with us as we swam
to shore.  When we finally got to shore we stood there wet and shivering in
the wind, waiting for the rest to finish.  Once all ashore, we hurried our
dripping bodies back to our tent site.  Glen told us we would have an hour
to dry up and rest before our next activity.

Cold, Wet and Rubbery

Back at the tents we took off our wet shirts in front of the clothesline
and dried off.  Some people kept on their trunks and dove into their tent
to finish changing.  However, my own genitals had shrunk to almost nothing
from being cold and wet, and in this state I was not embarrassed one bit to
be seen naked.  So I stripped my swim trunks along with my wet shirt
outside at the clothes line, just like Sam and another guy.  Then we headed
into our tents for some dry clothes.

Once inside Sam observed "Boy our dicks look small now."

Happy not to be struggling with a boner for once, I showed off, feeling my
little pecker and shrunken balls.

"I love how it feels all rubbery after swimming sometimes" I said.

"I know what you mean" chimed in Sam, feeling his own dick.  Being
circumcised, Sam's dick usually showed a big head, but now the head was
almost gone.  My own head had shrunk deep inside, leaving a half-inch long
spout of closed foreskin at the tip.

As we were comparing, Sam noted "you got a little hose at the end of yours"
and to my surprise he nipped my foreskin between his thumb and index
finger.

"Eh!" I protested, and Sam let go.

"Oh, sorry" said Sam "I guess I was just wondering what that little hose
felt like, since I don't have one."

I didn't answer Sam.  Instead I dove at once into the sleeping bag, worried
as I was about the possibility of popping a boner again, following Sam's
touch.  To be safe I turned over on my side, facing away from Sam.

"Good idea, lets warm up in the sleeping bag" said Sam, and got into the
bag with me.

"We can warm each other up" he suggested, and pushed his back against mine.

"You feel cold" I protested, but Sam promised it would feel warmer soon.  I
would have thought sexual stimulation only came from the front, but the
sensation of Sam's bare back and bum against mine, skin to skin, was
overwhelming.  My heart started racing, and everywhere we touched our cold
and clammy skin soon turned hot and sweaty.


Guessing for Brownie Points

After a few minutes, Sam asked me "Are you feeling warmer?"

"Yup"

"Does your pecker still feel cold and rubbery?"

"Nope"

"Got a boner?" he asked, to my surprise, but heck, he was the one bringing
up the topic, so I wasn't going to get nervous about it.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know," he answered, but I had a feeling he knew all too well.

"Then guess."

"What do I get if I guess right?"

"I don't know, how about brownie points?"

"What do you do with brownie points?"

 "I don't know, nothing," I answered.  I figured he would guess right for
sure, so I was not about to give anything away.

'Tell you what, whoever has the most brownie points at the end of camp has
to do whatever the other one tells him to."

"That's dumb," I said.

"You're just scared you're gonna lose."

"Am not."

"Are so."

"Am not."

"OK, then let's do it." Sam challenged me.

 "Alright" I gave in.


"Well then, I guess you DON'T have a boner, not right now' continued Sam.

"You're wrong, you've got minus one brownie points" I replied.

"Hey, who said anything about NEGATIVE brownie points?"  Sam protested.

"Well every time you're right about something you get a brownie point, and
whenever you're wrong you LOSE brownie points.  If you can't LOSE brownie
points, then you'll take a million guesses.  Oh, and when you guess wrong,
you can't guess the opposite right after.  You can only take a shot at
brownie points when we both agree that you can guess something."

"Whatever" said Sam.  "But now you have to PROVE that I was wrong, or else
I don't lose my point."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I guessed that you didn't have a boner, and for me to lose a point
you'd have to PROVE that I was wrong."

 "Eh, alright" I sighed, and turned over on my back, showing the sleeping
bag tenting up where my boner was hiding.  Just to make sure, Sam slapped
his hand on top of the sleeping bag at my groin, felt I had indeed a boner,
and let go.

"Alright, I got minus one brownie point" he conceded.

I noticed that the sleeping bag was tenting out at Sam's groin too, and
asked "Is it my turn to guess now?"

"OK, but not about my boner, because you already know I got one.  Pick
another topic."

"I guess you're naked."

"Very funny."

"How about I make a guess about your cousin Willie's boner?"

"OK, what about it?"

"I'm guessing you've seen it."

"Sure I have, that was too easy."

"What do you mean it's too easy - how many people go 'round watching their
cousin's boners?"

"But Willie is different.  I already told you we did peeing contests
together."

"So??"

"So, I said we would do contests who could pee the highest."

"And..?"

"With no hands"

"Okay, let me see if I follow this.  I'm supposed to know that you saw your
cousin Willie's boner because you did a contest together to see who could
pee the highest, without using hands."  Then it finally dawned on me.  The
reason they could shoot up without hands was because they must have had
erections, or at least partial erections, at the time.

"Oh, aha, now I get it!  But do I still win a brownie point?"

"OK, but only because I'm generous.  Now its my turn to guess again.  I'm
guessing that you have never seen any boner on any of your cousins."

"Well thuh!"

"So am I right?"

"Heck I've never even seen any of my cousins' weenies, never mind their
boners."

"Then I get a point."

"I guess so."

"Then its one-Howard, zero-Sam, no more negative points."

I felt just a little guilty, for holding out on Sam while he had bared so
much of his own personal history to me.  Here I was claiming I had never
seen any boner on any cousin.  Well technically that was correct.  But I
had sort of seen Trevor's boner, through his swimsuit that is.  And then
there was Drake.  Now there I was really holding out.  Me and Drake used to
compare boners in the change stall time after time.  But Sam hadn't asked
me about Drake, now had he?  He was just talking about my cousins.

I was getting warm by now and threw back the covers part way, making sure
to keep my dick covered.

"Lets practice some more life guarding" suggested Sam.

"Kinda hard out of the water" I replied.

"How about artificial whats-it-called?"

"Artificial respiration."

"Yes, that."

"OK."

I went and talked Sam through the steps, but when I asked him to repeat it
to me he kept forgetting this step or that.

"I guess you learn better by doing" I ended up telling him, and
demonstrated as I went through the steps - raise neck, open mouth, check
for obstructions, pinch nose closed, blow, check for chest rising, blow
again after it drops.  When I got to the part where I checked if Sam's
chest was rising, I noticed he still had a hard-on, while my own had
settled by now.

Next thing the ladle clanged on the cauldron and we rushed into our
underwear and shorts.  I caught a glimpse of Sam's boner in the process, as
he wasn't really trying to hide it.  Instead of normal shirts we put on our
LakeTrout shoulder pads, and clambered out the tent.  Outside it was a
little colder than it was in the tent, but tolerable, even without a proper
shirt.

Glen and Matthew told us we had a five minute pee break before heading out
to the base camp.  I headed a little ways into the woods with Sam, who by
now had settled enough that he had no problem peeing, but nothing came out
of my own limp penis, not with Sam standing next to me.  He turned his back
to give me a little privacy but I was still not having any luck.  I zipped
up and told Sam I was heading back.

The campers were lining up for Matthew to dispense the suntan lotion.  I
smeared in Sam and he did me.  Soon we were off to the base camp, where we
were dropped off one by one to our first activity.  We were told we would
be assigned new buddies for our activity, and were to stick with the new
buddy until noon, at which time all the Lake Trout would gather at the
kitchen for lunch.  Sam was dropped off at Soccer and I was the last one
dropped off at Arts and Crafts.