Summer Camp - 2. Chapter 2

The next day dawned bright and sunny, so after breakfast which was good and plenty of it, before which Mark and I had showered again, he and I headed down to the lake. Once we'd proved to the counsellor we could swim we were allowed to take out two of the canoes and spent most of the morning going round the lake in those. I was surprised that I managed without capsizing more than once – we'd been shown what to do in a capsize situation before we left the dock. When we got back we had time for a swim before lunch and spent most of the afternoon walking in the woods. I was surprised how easy I was finding it to talk to him.

Late afternoon it was time for our first football match. We won fairly easily, mainly because Mark was good and I did manage to make a couple of saves which earned me a bit of praise from the four – plus of course, Mark.

In the evening there was a barbecue and everyone came to that as there was no 'normal' food available. Some of the counsellors provided entertainment afterwards in the form of music and song and some of the kids also preformed, if they wanted.

Mark was sleeping in the bunk opposite mine and the next morning as I got out of bed I was treated to the sight of him bending over dressed in a pair of a sort of rosy pink colored shorts with a grey trim and side pattern, in order to tie up the laces on his grey sneakers. I just had time to pull on my briefs and shorts as he finished putting on his grey t-shirt and turned toward me. The t-shirt had some sort of weird lettering on the front so I asked,

“What do those letters mean, Mark?”

"Fuck off,” he responded.

I was taken aback as I couldn't believe the boy I'd started to know and like over the last couple of days would talk to me like that.

“Hey,” I said, “there's no need to be like that. I only asked a simple question.”

“That's what they mean, Adam. You asked and I told you.”

He was trying hard not to grin as he said that.

“Hang on a minute while I find mine that says 'Screw You'.”

“Bet you haven't got one.”

“And I bet that doesn't really say 'Fuck off'.”

He stepped across the gap between our beds.

“How much you wanna bet?”

His grin grew wider and he started tickling me. Nobody had ever tickled me and I hadn't realised I was ticklish. But I started laughing and trying to get him to stop and I collapsed on my bunk with Mark on top of me and as we rolled around I realized that I'd got hard and I could feel he was too. And if I knew that so must he, but although he stopped tickling me he made no real effort to get off me until Donny asked if we two lovebirds were going to get breakfast.

Mark and I spent most of the day together again. In the morning we took out a two person yacht taking it in turns to steer or crew. Of course he was better at steering, but I was starting to get the hang of it by the time we brought the yacht back. After lunch Mark decided we should go fishing, so we got some rods from the office and took out one if the rowing boats. I proved very good at catching crabs, so Mark ended up doing the rowing as well as catching a couple of fish, both of which he released and tossed back.

After that it was time for another football match, which we again managed to just win, and dinner. That night they served pizza with salads. When we'd eaten we all wandered back to the hut as there was no organised entertainment that evening. We'd been there a little while. The four of them were down the far end talking; I was lying on my bunk talking on and off to Mark who was sitting on the table.

“You two want to play some cards?” Wayne suddenly asked.

“What we going to play?”

“How about poker – strip poker?”

Mark's right hand shot up and the smile I'd come to like seeing so much appeared on his face. “I'm in. Come on Adam. This is gonna be fun.”

I wasn't at all sure about that. I knew the rudiments of poker, but I was no expert and I had a feeling they might be quite good. I was worried about what would happen to my dick not just if I lost but also as any of the others got down to just their underwear – or indeed nothing. But I had little choice other than to agree.

We established the rules. Everyone had seven items of clothing – sneakers, socks, t-shirt shorts and briefs. Whoever, won the hand could decide which of the others had to remove an item which would be taken off in that order. Then we sat down on the floor and battle commenced. Alright, it wasn't battle and it was actually quite good fun. It did seem that they were picking on one or other of us which I guess was understandable. And then after a few hands three of which Mark had won, I clicked on what he was doing as each time he won he had Donny remove something. So that was what I did when I won the next hand. Mark and I were sitting next to each other and as soon as I told Donny to remove his other sock, Mark gave me a nudge and a smile. So Mark and I concentrated on Donny and before too long he was sat there in just his briefs. Naturally comments were made, especially from Wayne. I wasn't saying much as by this time I was down to just my shorts and briefs while Mark also still had his t-shirt.

The next hand Mark won and I fully expected him to tell Donny to remove his briefs. Indeed Donny's hand went to the waistband in anticipation, but Mark told Wayne to take off his last sock. Donny grinned and gave Mark a sly wink. Didn't do him much good as Bryan won the next hand and to Donny's evident disbelief told him to take off his briefs. Donny went to just push them down while staying sitting but Wayne told him to stand up and take them off. I got my first full on view of another boy's dick and balls and felt myself go semi hard as they came into view. At least I wouldn't have anything to be ashamed about if I had to take my briefs off as Donny was about the same length as me but a little thinner, and with some hair. When he sat down again he went to put his hands over his genitals, but Wayne told him they had to be visible. With that the game continued and the moment when I had to take off my briefs soon arrived.

I think had I been the first I might well have refused, but it seemed nobody was taking much notice of Donny so I did it. What I hadn't allowed for was that, based on their games in the shower, the others had seen Donny naked often before, whereas I was new. Thus all eyes were on me as my briefs came down and my dick reacted to the attention it was getting, which surprisingly perhaps, didn't lead to any nasty comments suggesting I must be a fag.

The game went on and soon Mark was removing his briefs which gave me, and everyone else a surprise, as his dick was uncircumcised, which was very unusual back then. Comments duly came but Wayne insisted the game should continue. In the end it was just him and Bryan both down to their briefs. Wayne won that hand so Bryan removed his which was the point at which I got another shock because once he'd done that Wayne told Donny to come and remove his, saying that the first one naked was always allowed to to do that. What was really interesting though was that as Donny took Wayne's briefs down it was evident that not only was he hard, but his dick was also a couple of inches longer than any of the other five on display.

That game had taken a couple of hours, so it was almost time for lights out. Just after both Mark and I had got into our bunks Wayne came up and said he was pleased we'd agreed to play and hoped we'd enjoyed the show. Mark told him we were looking forward to tomorrow evening. Surprisingly, I also felt the same – it had been fun of a sort I'd never experienced. Maybe coming to camp wasn't going to be as unpleasant as I'd feared.

I put my head on my pillow and pulled the sheet over me. I felt sure I'd go out like a light, but I could hear noises from the other beds. I had a feeling I knew what they were doing! A feeling that was reinforced when I heard the sound of feet on the floorboards, then saw a torch flick on a couple of times and whispers. I sat up and looked over to Mark's bunk. He seemed to be asleep but in the moonlight that illuminated part of it, I could see movement. That was enough for me. I leaned down, pulled a sock out of my sneaker and set to. With all that had happened that evening it didn't take long, but it was surprisingly big.

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While we were eating breakfast the next morning Mark suggested that today we could go for a hike up into the hills. It sounded a good idea to me. Frankly, anything that involved spending time with him would have sounded good – probably even cleaning the shower block! After we'd eaten we went to the office and the counsellor on duty gave us details of the various trails. One led up to a viewpoint, so that was the one we decided to take. We got some sandwiches from the canteen, filled our water bottles, put the sandwiches in our rucksacks and set off.

It was quite a climb, although the track was only steep in some places. I wasn't as fit as Mark though so we had to stop a couple of times to give me a rest. After a couple of hours we came to a little plateau. It was grassy and warm in the sun. We sat down and admired the view. You could see the camp down below and little ants swimming and canoeing! After a couple of minutes Mark took off his t-shirt and I quickly did the same. He dug into his rucksack and pulled out a bottle of sun tan cream which he rubbed on his face, chest and arms before offering it to me. I hadn't been bright enough to bring any, so I gladly accepted. We lay back on the grass, side by side, almost, but not quite, touching.

I guess I must have dozed off as I came to with Mark shaking my shoulder.

“Reckon we need to turn over before we get sunburned. Will you do my back Adam?”

How could I refuse? So I did his back and then started on his legs. As I was working on them he pulled up his shorts to expose more of his thighs for me to touch. I hoped he wouldn't turn round as I was getting an erection. I stopped and lay down on my front so he could attend to me. When he got to my legs he worked his hands under the hem before pulling the elastic waistband down a little and rubbing some cream there.

When he stopped he asked me to turn over. I didn't want to because of what would become evident to him, but it was Mark, so I did as he asked. He was kneeling beside me. He looked at my erection, smiled and looked at me.

“I've got one of those too, Adam. Look.” So I did and indeed he had.

“Have you ever...?”

He didn't need to finish the question as I knew what the rest of it was. I shook my head in response.

“Do you want to...?”

Again the question didn't need finishing. I couldn't trust myself to speak so this time I nodded my head.

He smiled down at me.

“I never have Adam, but I want to.”

He pushed his shorts down so his dick bounced free as he wasn't wearing briefs or a jock today. My eyes we glued to the head which was peeking out of the foreskin. I managed though to push my own shorts and briefs down to my knees allowing my now hard dick into the open air and, for the first time ever, to be closely looked at by another boy. He lay down alongside me and stretched out his left hand to touch it. My dick was so hard it bounced at the touch and I felt a sort of electric current pass through my body.

“I'm scared of touching yours, Mark, with all that skin. I might hurt you.”

He laughed, but not in the least unkindly. “The skin slides up and down very easily and sorta lubricates it. You won't hurt me unless you're rough and I know you're not that kinda boy.”

So I stretched out my right hand and for the first time ever touched not only another boy's dick, but also a complete one. He reacted in the same way as I had and as I slid the foreskin gently back and then forward, I saw what he meant about lubrication. Jeeze, I was missing out I quickly decided. We were both so pumped up it was only a matter of minutes before we both came. Mark first and more than me.

It took us a few minutes to recover. When we had we decided to eat our sandwiches and afterwards lay down on our fronts. Our bodies were touching and we were looking at each other. I'd never felt so happy and just wanted this to continue. We did jerk each other off again in a much more leisurely manner before deciding to return to the camp.

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This isn't the place for a day to day account of the rest of my time at Camp Jehoshaphat. Suffice to say that the strip poker evenings continued on a regular basis and I quickly got to the point where I didn't give a damn if I lost. We didn't win the football tournament, but came an honourable second to 'Sioux' who eventually admitted to having three in their cabin who played for their respective schools. I also got to ride a horse, but only because Mark said he wouldn't climb up to the viewpoint the next day unless I did. I didn't think he mean that, but I wasn't willing to take the chance – and it was something else I was glad I did.

We managed to get up to the viewpoint thrice more. Once on our very last full day. By now we were holding hands whenever we could on the trail - and anywhere else where nobody was around. We'd also got to the point where what we were doing wasn't just a mutual jerk off. Hands were roaming over bodies, nipples were being licked and sucked, kisses were being exchanged. We agreed as we walked back from our last session that we needed to organise a sleepover for the following weekend after camp ended. I said it should be at my house as I had two twin beds in my room from when Tom and Alan had shared it. Plus which Mark had a sister who was a couple of years younger than him which wasn't ideal.

After a grand final barbecue round the campfire, sing song and what have you, we returned to 'Kiowa' for the final time. There was no poker that night because Wayne and company were being collected early in the morning. I started to pack a few of my things and came across some books which I'd never even looked at during the past three weeks. I'd changed, and it was nearly all down to Mark.

Wayne, Jeff, Donny and Bryan did indeed leave early being collected just after breakfast. Saying goodbye was a bit awkward as handshakes weren't their thing and hugs didn't seem right. So we just sort of said 'cheerio' and things like that, although Wayne said they'd be back next year and hoped we would too.

Which just left Mark and I. We just sat and talked and then walked round the camp for a while. We didn't feel in the mood to do anything 'special' as it would have been too risky. Finally collection time arrived and we grabbed our stuff and walked down to the car park. I was hoping that both our parents would arrive at the same time but Mark's father turned up first. Mark introduced me to him and we had a little chat. He seemed a pleasant person. Just as he was loading Mark's things into the trunk, my parents arrived. That meant introductions all round and when they'd been done...

“Mom, can Mark come for a sleepover next weekend? He only lives a few blocks away.”

Mom stepped back in surprise. Me asking for someone to come for a sleepover was comparable I guess to being struck by lightning. She recovered her customary poise fairly quickly though.

“Well... yes. Of course. We're not doing anything next weekend are we dear? But, his parents will have to agree.”

“Oh, we'll be very happy to get him off our hands for another weekend,” said Mark's father with a laugh.

The parents exchanged phone numbers and addresses. Mark and I had a quick hug before getting into our respective cars.

“So, it seems you've made a friend. Is he into books like you?” Mom asked.

“Not really.” I said and then proceed to outline a few (but definitely not all!) of the things we'd done.

“It seems like you enjoyed the camp?” Dad asked.

“Yep – and I want you to book me in for next year.”

Dad turned his head round in shock to look at me and the car nearly went off the road.

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