Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 16:04:43 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: You Pass This Way But Once - Chapter 7

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You Pass This Way But Once - by BW
            Copyright 2000 by bwstories44
Chapter 7 - Our summer comes to an end.
               March 2000

Monday morning started off a new week but the day began with our regular
routine.  We started with our regular swimming/canoeing lessons and then we
went to archaeological dig in the afternoon, one set up by the camp staff.
There were old stone foundations that still remained from an old farm that
had occupied this site back in the early 1800's.  There were foundations
for the house, the barn and the smoke house and they could still detect the
area where the old latrines had been built and moved to, from time to time.
The counselors 'seeded' this site with artifacts from that time period and
we were left to discover them.  It was pretty neat.  There were horseshoes,
square nails, flat irons, handsaws, chisels and buggy parts as well as
other things I can't remember.  It was a fun time and we learned an awful
lot.

After dinner we played a huge game of bombardment, two cabins on each side.
This is a game where you throw various sized rubber playground balls at the
other team.  If they get hit, they're out but if they catch a ball that you
threw, you're out.  You keep going until there is no one left on one of the
teams.  It was great fun and we played three or four rounds of the game.

Tuesday began with our last swimming/canoeing lessons.  Wednesday we would
have an all-day class and Thursday and Friday we would be on our overnight
camping trip.  During the canoeing portion of the class, we took a trip out
on the lake, following behind a couple of the counselors who were in there
own canoe.  It was very enjoyable.  During the swimming class, we each took
our junior lifesaving test and we all passed.  All of us were all very
excited by our accomplishments.

That afternoon, we went on a hike with Scott and another counselor.  This
other guy was knowledgeable about wild plants.  He pointed out the various
plants, told us which were edible (and which parts of the plants were
edible) and which plants were dangerous if eaten.  I gained a new respect
for people who survived in the wilderness, like army special forces.  I
never realized that, with some plants, only the leaves or flowers were
edible while with others you could only eat the roots.  If you ate the
wrong plant or the wrong part of the plant, you could be poisoned from it.

That evening, we had a four-cabin tug-of-war.  Two cabins played against
each other with the winners facing off after the losers went at each other.
After we had a grand winner, the winning team got to have a tug-of-war
against the four cabin counselors and two site counselors.  When the
campers started to lose to the counselors, a bunch of us jumped in to help
them out.  The counselors cried foul but we didn't care.  We just wanted to
beat them.

Wednesday, we spent the whole day on our rock climbing class.  During this
class they taught us about rope handling, belaying, rappelling, body
position, footwork and hand placements.  It was an awful lot to learn for
one day but we were all really into this class.  They even delivered
sandwiches, potato chips and soda to the site so we could stay right there.
We were pretty exhausted by the time we got back in.  After eating dinner,
Scott suggested we all take a little nap before our evening session, the
wolf pack hunt.  This wouldn't start until around dark so we could sleep
for an hour or so.  We took his advice.

After Scott woke us up, we went to the assembly area to find out what the
wolf pack hunt was all about.  Mr. Johnson was in charge of this activity
and he explained how wolves hunted, explaining that when wolves hunt they
all respond to and follow the call of the alpha wolf.  Next, Mr. Johnson
demonstrated how to howl like a wolf and he had us all practice.  This was
important because this would be the only way we would be allowed to
communicate in the dark woods.  They led us to a big clearing in the forest
and had us make a circle.  Then the told us to face outward from the circle
and take one hundred giant steps in the direction we were facing.  Once we
had taken our steps, we were to wait until we heard the alpha wolf's howl
and then move to where he was.  If we needed him to signal us again, we had
to howl a signal to him before he would respond.

It was an overcast night and, therefore, fairly dark.  By the time we took
our hundred steps, we were completely alone and we couldn't see anyone near
where we stood.  We waited about twenty more minutes before we heard the
alpha wolf make his first howl.  We moved toward where we thought he was
and then waited for a second response.  We heard another small voice howl a
plea of assistance and, then, the alpha wolf howled again.  It took quite a
while to finish this activity, with some of the boys getting more than a
little scared in the dark woods, before we were all reassembled, counted
and heading back to our cabin.  It was an exhilarating experience.

The next morning, by the time we cleaned-up, ate breakfast and returned to
our cabin, there were three new counselors there to help us get ready for
the campout.  They started by giving us backpacks (to take with us what we
would need), sleeping bags and tents.  We were supposed to pair up for the
two-man tents but we talked Scott into letting us take Timmy in with us.
Scott was a little relieved when he agreed.  With a odd number of boys in
our cabin, Scott would have had to pair up with the odd boy.  This way,
Scott could be on his own and he would not have to worry about having to
share his tent with a small boy.  After we filled our backpacks, they
showed us how to roll up and attach the sleeping bags and the tent.  I
carried the tent for our group.  Before long, we were formed up in front of
the cabin to begin our hike to the campsite.

It was a nice walk thru the woods, although I thought my gear got a little
heavy before we got there.  When we arrived, Scott showed us where we could
pitch our tents and we waited for the others to begin setting up before we
chose a spot away from the rest.  We put our tent up in record time, threw
our gear inside and joined Scott to see what was next.  We spent the
remainder of the time until lunch looking for firewood for the evening fire
and selecting rocks to put around the fire pit that we still had to
prepare.  We made our own sandwiches for lunch and we made kool-aide to
drink.  The rest of the afternoon was spent learning how to make temporary
shelters in the woods and how to use a compass.

For dinner, we cooked our own hot dogs on a stick, over an open fire.
There were a lot of burned hot dogs consumed that evening but no one
complained about the meal.  After dinner we had a class on animal tracks
and how to identify them.  The counselors had some plaster casts of real
animal footprints and we were taught to identify which tracks were made by
which animal.  After the class, we got to walk around the area to see if we
could find and identify any tracks on our own.

As it began to get dark, we built a good size campfire and the counselors
took turns telling us ghost stories.  Some were pretty good but some of the
others were quite lame.  I'll quickly tell you about the best two stories.
The first one was about the Blue Mountain Ranger.  He was a forest ranger
who worked at the near-by Blue Mountain fire tower.  While he was working
there, he began to slowly go insane and he would chop up all kinds of
animals and keep them in jars.  As he began to totally lose touch with
reality, he started to kill people and do the same to them.  After he was
captured, he was put in prison for the rest of his life.  One problem.  He
escaped and they never found him.  Some people say that he still in the
area, as they discovered mutilated animal remains from time to time.  It
was a little spooky to think that he might be roaming the woods somewhere
near us while we were out there camping.

The other was about one of the local Indian tribes that used to inhabit
this area.  There was one tribe that was massacred by the army somewhere in
this area.  The soldiers came through and killed everyone as they were
preparing their evening meal.  All the men, women and children were
slaughtered and their camp was set ablaze.  It is often reported that the
camp and the ghosts of those killed there reappear to reclaim their land
and seek revenge on the descendents of those who killed them.  Needless to
say, not everyone slept well that night.

The three of us went to our tent, unrolled our sleeping bags and prepared
to turn in for the evening.  Seth and I had other plans for Timmy, if he
was willing, of course.  We had placed Timmy in the middle for a reason.

"Timmy, do you remember that we told you there were a lot of other things
that we could do with each other?" I began.  Timmy nodded his head yes.
"Well, Seth and I were wondering if you might want to try some of these
things tonight, here in our tent?"

"Yes, oh yes.  I'd like that.  What are we going to do?"

"We thought we could teach you how we can please each other with our
mouths.
  Maybe you've heard about blowjobs?"

"I've heard guys tell other people to 'blow them' but I was never really
sure what that meant."

"We'll teach you, if you want us to," I told him.

"Yes, please.  Teach me all out that."

I pushed Timmy back onto his sleeping bag and Seth and I grabbed the sides
of his briefs and pulled them down his body.  Seth moved in to start
kissing Timmy as I moved down to work on his little piece of meat.  I moved
in between his legs and began licking and sucking on his tight nut sac.  He
began wiggling as my tongue came into contact with the sensitive, hairless
covering and his movements only increased as I took it entirely into my
mouth and began sucking vigorously on them.  By the time I finished, his
little tool was completely hard.  I licked on his shaft, completely coating
the surface with my saliva, before I took his boner into my mouth.

I lowered my head until my nose was resting on the spot where Timmy's pubic
hair would appear in the future.  I let my tongue caress the sides of his
pole while I sucked and bobbed on that slender mast.  Timmy's hips started
to hump into my face as the excitement of what we were doing to him caused
a sensual overload.  After a few hectic minutes, Timmy shuddered as his dry
orgasm swept through his body and filled him with those wonderful feelings
that we all enjoy.  Seth continued to kiss him as his mind cleared from his
climax-induced fog.

"You guys were right.  That was better," Timmy said still sounding slightly
winded.  "I owe you two so much for all that you've done for me and taught
me.  How will I ever be able to repay you?"

"You don't need to, so don't worry about it," I told him sincerely.  "We
did it because you're our friend not because we expected something in
return.  You owe us nothing, except maybe your love and friendship."

"You've got it, forever."  We all smiled and exchanged hugs.

"The next part is up to you.  You can watch us do each other or you can do
one or both of us, if that's what you want to do?"

"I do.  I want to do the same thing to both of you."

"Are you sure?" Seth wanted to know.

"Yes.  Absolutely sure."

"OK, if you're sure.  You can do Seth first and I'll watch and tell you
what to do and what not to do.  After that, you can do me if you still want
to.  When you're done, Seth can finish up by doing you while I get to kiss
you."  I thought for a minute and then remembered something else.  "You
know that we both shoot a wad when we climax.  You've got to decide whether
or not you want to take that into your mouth and swallow it or if you want
us to let you know so you can pull off."

"What do you guys do?"

"We swallow each other's load but that doesn't mean you have to."

"I will, though, that's what I want to do."

That having been decided, I taught Timmy how to lick Seth's scrotum and
then suck on his testicles.  He was eager to please and try everything he
could.  Next, I instructed him how to lick the shaft, the corona and the
slit.  I cautioned him before he tried to take the shaft into his mouth
about keeping his teeth back and his lips forward.  Timmy remembered my
admonishments and soon had Seth begging for his release.  With a little
more effort, Seth was firing his load into Timmy's mouth and Timmy was
greedily lapping it up like a kid in a candy store.  When he finally pulled
away from Seth wilting tube, he looked up at me and smiled, small droplets
of cum running down the corners of his mouth.

"That was fun.  It didn't taste bad either."  I wiped his mouth of with my
discarded shirt.

"You did all right for a beginner," Seth added in a barely audible voice.

"Can I do you now?" Timmy asked eagerly.

"I think we've created a monster, Seth.  This kid isn't going to be able to
get enough of this.  Oh, god, what are we going to do."  We all laughed
before Timmy pushed me backwards and began to pull my jockeys off.  He
couldn't wait to start lapping at my groin, licking and sucking on
everything in the area.  Now, he took my stiff fuck-stick into his mouth to
practice the lessons I had taught him.  He was a very good pupil.  It
certainly didn't feel like a rookie washing my cock with his tongue and
then orally siphoning all of the fluids my sperm factories could produce.
As I unloaded six creamy bursts into his gullet, I had no doubts that Timmy
was as gay as Seth and me.  When I was able to focus my eyes on the
surrounding area, there was Timmy beaming about the enjoyment he had given
me.

Having sufficiently recovered, I leaned over to kiss Timmy and drink in all
of his boyish wonders.  As my tongue probed his mouth, I could taste the
combined flavors of Seth's and my spunk mixed in with Timmy's saliva.  It
was a smorgasbord of tastes.  As I was orally gratifying the two of us,
Seth was performing fellatio on our young partner, his second blowjob of
the evening.
  After Timmy quaked through his second dry orgasm, we all cuddled together
to spend the first part of our slumber.  After the air cooled down, we
broke our embrace and crawled into our sleeping bags, remaining there until
it was time to get up and begin the day.

After a hasty breakfast, we repacked our backpacks, rolled up our sleeping
bags, took down the tent and packed it away.  After that, we cleaned up the
campsite, putting the extra wood and stones back approximately where they
came from, and we prepared to leave.  We had another nice hike back to our
cabin, ate lunch in the mess hall and then had free time until dinner.  We
were told we could go swimming and that's what we did, to clean off and
soak our muscles after our little overnighter.  We were all getting kind of
sad as we would be heading to our homes tomorrow and we didn't know when
we'd see Timmy again, if ever.  Timmy was taking it much harder than we
were, seeing he'd be losing the only two friends he had with whom he could
talk about and participate in the joys of being gay.

After dinner, we had another big bonfire planned, marking the end of our
two-week camping experience.  As they lit the bonfire and the flames began
to grow, the counselors brought out the materials to make smores (chocolate
candy bars, marshmallows and graham crackers).  Those who wanted to make
them did and they proved to be a tasty treat.  We lingered at the bonfire
longer than most, as the others began to filter away and return to their
cabins, because we knew that Timmy was having difficulty dealing with the
upcoming separation.  We tried to console him by telling him that we'd keep
in touch and that we'd be there for him if he needed us.  We all promised
that we'd talk our parents into sending us back to this camp next summer
and for the same two weeks.  We also told Timmy that, if he could get his
parents to allow him to come to Madison on the bus, he could spend part of
Christmas or spring vacation with us, both if possible.  He could stay at
one of our houses and we would all stay together.  These promises seemed to
placate him and, when we looked around, we were the only ones left except
Mr. Johnson.  He smiled at us realizing that we were trying to help Timmy
overcome this separation anxiety, caused by the end of summer camp.  I
guess he sees a lot of this every year.

We returned to our cabin and slipped into our cots.  I'm not sure if I
heard Timmy sniffling throughout the night but I realized that the crying
was coming from more than one location.
  Obviously there were other boys who had forged friendships that they
didn't want to see end.  I listened to the whimpering and sobbing for quite
some time before I drifted off into my somewhat restless slumber.  My
dreams were consumed with thoughts of Timmy and what it was going to be
like for him once he returned to his hometown and school.  I hope Ray took
our threats seriously because Seth and I were willing to make a visit and
'out' him to all of his friends about the locker episode if he continued to
harass our friend.

The next morning we awoke and showered together.  Then we made our way over
to the mess hall for some breakfast.  When we returned to our cabin, we
were told to pack our things before we cleaned up our cabin and the
surrounding area.  I gave Timmy a slip of paper with Seth's and my phone
numbers and my email address.  This way he could reach me via the computer
without having to worry about long distance charges.  He thanked me and
said he would keep in touch.

Seth and I made it a point to find Ray and speak with him.  We made sure
that he understood that we would not tolerate his further abuse of Timmy.
We told him that Timmy had our phone numbers and that he was told to call
us immediately if Ray started up again.  We told Ray that we'd have one of
our parents bring us there or we'd take the bus so we could inform all the
kids at his school about the locker incident.  A look of horror came over
Ray's face when he realized we were serious and he ran away from us as
tears started to form in his eyes.  I hated being that cruel but I don't
think that he'll be a further problem for Timmy.

After we finished cleaning our cabin, each cabin was taken to a different
activity site where we policed up the area, picking up papers, etc. and
putting things back were they belonged.  You know that one of the camper's
mottos is to always leave things the same way or better than you found
them.  We did our jobs and returned to our cabins to collect our things and
meet our parents when they picked us up.  Seth's father came for us and we
introduced him to Timmy.  We wanted him to know who he was in case Timmy
got to come and visit.  Timmy was picked-up by his mother so Seth and I put
on a good show to let her know we were good guys and had made a lasting
friendship with her son.  She thanked us for befriending him and invited us
to come and visit, if we got the chance.  Who knows, maybe we could spend
one of the vacations at his house.

Timmy hugged us before he left and we could see the tears pooling in his
eyes as their car drove away.  We waved until they were out of sight and
then we got into Seth's father's car and made our way back to Madison.  We
weren't real talkative on the way back, thinking of Timmy and missing him
already.

We only had a week to catch our breath and prepare for a new school year
after we returned from camp.  That week also included football physicals
and back to school shopping so it was fairly hectic.  Now we were up to our
final weekend before school began.

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