Chapter 1
Cry of the Wounded

Remote public campground, Thursday afternoon
Nicholas

I sat on the bench with a novel in hand as I casually turned to the next page. I moved my eyes to scan through the words and phrases of the story and I was completely captivated. But it wasn't the story of the book that was catching my attention. I could care less about the story. I didn't even know what the title was.

What I was really interested in and trying to focus on were the kids playing in the playground right in front of me. I held the book up so I could peek over the top edge without trying to make it look too obvious. I leaned forward to hide my hardon as I stared at the little boys, waiting for them to give me some glimpses of their exposed crotch areas through their shorts as they sat with their legs open or part of their butt cheeks as they bent down to climb on rising platforms.

I had already gotten a few thrills, especially when one boy was chasing another and accidentally pulled down his shorts giving me a full view of his tasty little nut-sack and bum-hole. I made it a point to carry a young boy's sweater that I had placed next to me to make it look like I was one of the parents looking over my child. There was only one other adult lady sitting on another bench, and I felt a bit of relief that she also had a book in her hand that she had lost herself in, oblivious to my roguish eyes.

***

I had rented a cabin in the woods and this was my first of three days exploring the campgrounds. My dad had been pressuring me to attend the university and maybe help him open up a new business between the two of us. He had accumulated quite an investment and wanted me to help him come up with some ideas. But I had been pushing back. I wanted to take a break after graduating from high school and just mellow out for at least one semester before hitting the books again.

I'd convinced mom and dad that I needed to get away for a while and spend a few days by myself away from everyone and everything. My dad offered to let me borrow his Humvee on the condition that when I got back, I would at least go register at the local college. I agreed and so took his offer, but I still wasn't planning on fulfilling my end of the deal.

***

This playground was one of two that had caught my attention. I had absolutely no plans on doing anything to any of the kids. I just wanted to gaze at those innocent faces and the soft skin of their arms and legs. I imagined me and those boys alone in a hotel room and fantasized how I would slowly start stripping their clothes off and how they would slowly start stripping mine off.

I watched with curiosity as a small ball was kicked in my direction and landed at my feet. A young boy of around six or seven came running to fetch it. He had dark bouncy hair combed down and he was sweating a lot. He bent down to pick up his ball with his head practically between my knees. He was breathing really hard and I could tell he was spent. When he turned around to leave, he lost his balance and stumbled back against me which caused his hand to land right on the bulge in my jeans.

I almost went cross-eyed at the jolt of this most welcome sensation. "Sorry mister," the boy panted as I helped him sit down on the bench next to me. He gave me an embarrassed smile. "I didn't mean to grab your, um; did I just grab your wiener, or do you have a rock in your pants?" he asked with a giggle.

"You just grabbed my wiener," I said with a smile, swallowing hard, "but that's okay. It was an accident, right?" I asked with a lustful smile. I could feel my urges becoming overpowering. He was leaning back with his butt right at the edge of the bench. His shirt had lifted up enough for me to see his cute belly button and the waistline of his blue underwear. The little boy put his hand over his mouth and started laughing. I can't believe I'm having a conversation about my wiener with this sexy little boy.

The boy picked up his ball, getting ready to leave, and I picked up my book, getting ready to pretend I was reading it. "Hey mister, how come you're reading your book upside down? You're funny, you know that?" The boy turned and ran off.

I need to get myself out of here, I thought to myself, so I grabbed my stuff and started walking back to my cabin. I have to admit that the more I looked, the stronger my urges got.

***

There was a reason why I had to keep my urges under control. About two years ago, I found myself alone with two young boys in the showers at a local indoor swimming pool during closing time. We were the last ones out of the pool so I didn't have to worry about anyone else coming in. I pulled down my swim trunks exposing my full erection and started shampooing my hair. I had gotten a thrill just watching how the boys kept glancing at my boner and giggling to themselves.

The boys were only planning on rinsing themselves, but I convinced them that it was better to wash off the chlorine or they would start itching. Then they started pulling off their trunks right in front of my lustful eyes. I handed them my bar of soap, but it kept slipping out of their hands and they asked me to help them. I started soaping up their bodies and casually lathered their privates and their supple butt-cheeks to gage their reactions.

The boys didn't complain and I watched with delight as they got into the spirit of the action, growing their own erections. They started squirting water at my boner with their mouths. They knew exactly what was going on and started lathering my body for me, including my hard-as-a-rock boner. They kept laughing and giggling, so I just kept lathering their delicious boy-cocks over and over again.

A few days later, their parents pressed charges on me with accusations of sexual abuse. I spent a couple of weeks at the local juvenile detention center. It was the worst experience of my life. The judge decided to be lenient on me and ordered me to take a so-called Sex Addiction Treatment Program until I was eighteen. I was ordered to take some medication that would decrease my hormone levels and help suppress my sexual urges.

***

I had decided that I had gotten a second chance and I would never again let myself get into a similar situation. There was only one problem: I hadn't taken my medication in more than a week. I missed having those urges and sexual fantasies. I was on vacation and I wanted to enjoy it and get the most out of it. It felt good to feel that surge of arousals while staring at those little boys.

When I got back to my cabin, I started surfing through the cable channels looking for any movies with cute boys in them. Maybe I could get lucky and find one with scenes of a naked boy. I could think of several fine examples showing full frontals of naked boys, but I couldn't find any of them. I finally gave up and ended up watching a movie with some shirtless boys. I could've easily just jerked off, but I wanted to use those urges to help me come up with wild fantasies before falling asleep tonight.

I heard some pattering on the roof and got up to look out the window. It was starting to rain and it was getting cold with the sun already on its way down. I went to the front door and opened it a bit to get a whiff of that wonderful smell of fresh rain on the forest ground. I just loved the scene of watching the rain coming down in the middle of the woods. I imagined myself sharing my cabin with a young naked boy under the covers on the sofa in front of a crackling fire. I closed the door and continued watching the movie with the shirtless boys as I rubbed my hardon.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

I jumped at the unexpected sound of someone repeatedly pounding on my door. Shit. What's going on? I'm not expecting anyone. I don't even know anyone around here. I sat silently and jumped as the knocking resumed once again. I quickly tip-toed to the door and looked through the peephole. There was a young boy dripping wet looking around nervously.

Shit. That's the last thing I need right now. Whatever's going on, I wouldn't dare let him in with all these raging sexual urges going through my body. I wouldn't trust myself. What could he possibly want? What am I gonna do? The boy started pounding harder, and this time I could hear him yelling for help. Urges or not, I felt compelled to just open the door and see what's going on.

I unlocked the door and gently opened it up. The boy looked to be around twelve years old, with long curly hair that went down to his shoulders, and a freckled face. He had a backpack on but wasn't wearing a jacket and stood there shivering in the cold with his arms around himself. Normally, one would wonder what the hell was going on. My first thought was how powerfully sexy he looked especially soaking wet. I was abruptly jolted out of my musings when he started screaming at me in a panic.

"Help! We need your help mister. My friend's leg is stuck. You gotta help us! Please!" he shouted, pointing behind him as he wiped the rain from his eyes.

Visions of sexy boys were replaced by a sense of urgency. "His leg is stuck? How? What happened to him?"

"It got stuck in a drain at the Visitor's Center. I tried pulling him out but he's stuck really bad. Can you help him?"

"Hold on, let me grab me keys."

We got into the Humvee and introduced ourselves. I turned the heater on full. I found out that this twelve-year-old's name was Jayden. He led me to where his friend had gotten himself stuck. When I turned a corner, the headlights put a spotlight on where the other boy was. The poor boy looked like he was in agony as he visibly shivered in the cold rain.

I noticed Jayden was still shivering from the cold. "Alright, you wait here while I go help your friend."

I ran out and realized I had left my coat at the cabin. The rain was starting to come down harder. It didn't matter. Neither of these boys had coats either. I knelt down in front of the drain to assess the situation. The boy looked at me, clearly in pain. He seemed to be around thirteen years old. His right leg had fallen all the way through a cracked metal mesh of the drain's grate. The rain water started pouring in faster and began pooling from the boy's body blocking the drain. The water was already up to his waist.

"It hurts," he whimpered. "It hurts really bad. Get me outta here – please!" he pleaded, with his dark hair wetly plastered on his face and partly covering his large square glasses.

It just broke my heart to see him in so much pain. "Alright, calm down. You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get some equipment from my car."

"Don't leave me!" he cried, reaching out with his arms.

I reached out and held both of his hands. "Hey, I'm not gonna leave you. See that car over there with the lights on? That's my car. You saw us pull up. Your friend Jayden is in there. I'm just gonna get some tools to help me get you out." I put my hands on his soft, shaking cheeks and looked into his eyes. "I'm not gonna leave you. I promise." That seemed to calm him down a bit. "Hey, my name's Nicholas. But you can call me Nick. What's yours?" I said trying to distract him.

"Justin," he said with a twisted face.

"I'll be back in a jiffy, Justin." I ran to the car and grabbed my tool box and a tire wrench. When I got back to Justin, he was squirming in pain. I opened my toolbox and pulled out a large hammer. "Alright, I'm gonna use this tire wrench and this hammer to try and make the hole wider so I can pull you out, okay?" I could feel the coldness from the pooling water pouring over my jeans. I could only imagine what he must be feeling. I needed to hurry.

"This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker, isn't it?" Justin added, breathing hard. There was a momentary stirring of my loins at hearing this young boy cussing like that. I needed to keep him distracted so he would stay calm.

"Well, these are not my regular working hours, so this is gonna cost you extra for unclogging this drain."

"You must be a plumber. I saw your crack when you were looking through your toolbox. I don't suppose a plunger will do the job?" he joked, with a shivering voice.

I pulled out a tiny sink plunger from my toolbox and showed it to him. "You want me to try this?"

He started laughing and then winced in pain. "Don't make me laugh. How about if you push down your snake and I'll grab on tight." I froze at what sounded like a deliberate innuendo. Was that a sexual joke? Then he added, "Maybe we can discuss other ways of paying my bill."

Despite the pain he was in, I admired his bravery and his attempts to lighten the mood with his witty comments. Using the hammer and the tire wrench, I was able to widen the crack in the metal mesh enough for me to try and pull him out. I knew this was going to be really painful for him. I wrapped my arms under his armpits preparing to pull him out.

"Hey Nick? You got any hard liquor with you? Maybe a long solid club that you can use to knock me out to spare me the pain?" he mumbled with his teeth clattering.

"Sorry, but the strongest thing I have is some Nyquil."

"Well, what about the club?"

"Sorry Justin. You're just gonna have to tough it out, okay? I'll even give you a discount."

"Do I have to?" His whole body was shivering. I was afraid he might be going into shock. "Nick, whatever happens, if I … if I pass out or something, promise me you won't take me to the hospital."

"Justin, that's the only place I can take you. I don't have the…"

"No!" he cried. "Nicholas, please," he said, slurring his words, "you can't take me there and you can't call the cops, either." He started getting really agitated as his body started shivering again with his teeth chattering harder.

"But, why?"

"I'll explain later. Just promise me. Please promise me," he begged, almost in a panic.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. I promise." I looked around and grabbed a small piece of wood floating in the water. "Here, bite on this so you don't chew your tongue off. Now here we go. Are you ready?" He nodded closing his eyes tight. "On the count of three – one …" And that's when I pulled. I had never heard such a blood curdling scream at close range. He started panting from the shock of excruciating pain after extricating his leg from the drain. I picked him up and carried him over to the Humvee. Jayden quickly opened the back door for me.

As I scooted him over, there was a thin trail of blood on the back seat. Jayden's eyes went wide. "He's bleeding! He's bleeding!" he yelled. "He's gonna die, isn't he? Oh my God, he's gonna die!"

"Calm yourself. He's not gonna die, okay? He'll be fine," I said soothingly, with my hand on his shoulder.

Jayden sat in the front looking back at Justin worriedly as he lay there shaking and writhing in pain. I was conflicted on what I should do. There's no way I would trust myself taking them to my cabin and letting them spend the night. The thought of being alone with two young boys made me feel nervous. I almost went to prison the last time that happened. That was pretty traumatizing for me. I didn't know if I'd be able to hold myself back.

I checked my phone to look for the nearest hospital or clinic. Damn. The nearest hospital was in the city one and a half hours away. I had no choice. There's no other option. I'll just have to make the drive. Then I looked in the back where Justin was lying on his back, shivering. If he's going into shock, he might not make it in time. I needed to get him warmed up as soon as possible. I tilted my head back with a slight groan of frustration.

So what's the big deal if they stay in my cabin? How bad could it be if I take a small peek at their little peckers while they're asleep? No one will know. Oh, God, who am I kidding? I'll just have to take this one hour at a time. I made a vow to myself that I wouldn't touch another boy again. I'll just try to keep myself distracted. I put the Humvee into gear and headed back to the cabin.

The cold chill of the falling rain brought everyone fully awake from the comfort of the warm heater. I gave Jayden the key to unlock the door and picked up Justin to carry him in. I took him straight to the restroom and tried to get him to sit on the toilet seat, but it was too painful for some reason. I had him stand in front of the sink while I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his shoulders. I turned on the hot water in the shower and flipped on the switch to the electric heater on the ceiling, all intended to warm the room.

"Jayden, I'm gonna grab the first aid kit from the car. Hold onto him so he doesn't fall, okay?" I ran to the car and after grabbing the kit, I noticed the backpack that Jayden had left on the seat. I felt guilty about invading his privacy, but it might have some clues as to what was going on with these two. I unzipped it and pulled out what the hell? I thought. It was some kind of superhero costume that was about Jayden's size. There was something odd about it, but it was too dark to make out the details. I'm gonna have to figure this thing out later, I thought to myself. I pushed it back in and zipped it up again.

I quickly ran back to the restroom. The good thing was that it was feeling a little warmer in there. The bad thing is that Justin was still in a lot of pain which I thought was a little concerning. After a closer inspection, I realized why. "Um, Justin? There's a small piece of metal protruding from your upper thigh right next to your scrotum. I can see it sticking out through your pants. That's why you're still in a lot of pain."

"My scrotum? Are you talking about my balls?" he asked with a pained expression.

"Um, yeah."

"Well, why didn't you just say balls?"

I took a deep breath. I was deliberately using clinical terms to keep my arousals at bay. He just had to ruin it. "Yeah, um … I'm gonna get some tweezers and try to pull it out, okay?"

As soon as the tweezers touched the piece of metal, he screamed out in pain. This wasn't gonna work. I sat there on the toilet seat and tried to come up with a solution. As much as I tried to figure something out, I kept coming back to the same conclusion. It was a solution that both thrilled me and mortified me at the same time.

"This might be a little embarrassing, but I'm gonna have to cut your pants off with the scissors." I looked up and Justin just stared at me while taking a hard swallow. "Look, I don't want to do this anymore than you do. But that's the only way I'm gonna be able to remove that piece of metal and treat your wound. I've kept up with my part by not taking you to the hospital where I should've taken you in the first place. They would've had to do the same thing over there and you might've had the rotten luck of dealing with a female doctor or female nurses."

"You're right. Do what you have to do," Justin said. He looked over at Jayden, who was standing just outside the restroom door shivering in his wet clothes. "In the meantime, would it be okay if he takes a hot shower before he catches a cold?"

I stared at these two sexy boys and I just froze. I could already imagine them naked. Maybe Justin was gonna suggest we move to another room to give Jayden his privacy. I closed my eyes wondering if I should make that same suggestion myself. But I could feel my flaming urges bubbling up to the top of the floodgates. My burning arousals were rapidly winning out over my so-called rational thinking.

"Nick? Are you okay? Can he take a shower?"

"Huh?" I squeaked. "Oh, I, uh … yeah, go ahead," I said softly, realizing the significance of what I had just said. And just like that, Jayden started stripping off his wet clothes unashamedly right where he stood. Then he came and squeezed himself between me and the bathtub, bending down to adjust the water temperature. His hot sexy bubble-butt was actually touching my elbow. I was beside myself as I openly stared at this orgasmic spectacle happening before my very eyes.

I remained still as I willed myself not to stare. But I couldn't help it. My eyes kept shifting to the overpowering sexual allure of his naked body. Stimulations from his sexual potential started reaching out and caressing me between my legs. My urges were becoming overwhelming. My arousals were on red-alert. This is what I was afraid would happen. It took an enormous amount of willpower to keep myself from reaching out and cupping my hands over those exquisite butt cheeks.

As soon as he stepped into the tub and closed the curtain, I slowly let out my breath. I hadn't even realized I was holding it. Even so, I could still see his blurred body through the semi-transparent white shower curtain. I could see the shape of his penis and realized he had an obvious erection. I looked up at Justin and he was looking at me with a weird expression. Realizing that he was still in pain, I grabbed the cutting scissors and started cutting through his jeans.

I started by cutting around the area where the piece of metal was sticking out. Then I started cutting down on one side of his pants, and then cutting down from the other side leaving him in his boxer briefs. I realized that the piece of metal was protruding from those as well and I was gonna have to cut those off, too. The sight of his bulge and the thought of what was underneath gave me heart palpitations. I kept trying to control my breathing as I realized I was gonna be face to face with his full frontal just inches from my face.

"Gee, Nick, you haven't even asked me out on a first date yet and you're already getting me out of my underwear?" Justin joked, as I started cutting into his briefs. He put his hand over the scissors to stop the cutting. "Um, before you cut those off, there's something you should know. I kind of have a big problem. No, make that a huge problem. Let's just say I have a deformity and I thought you should be aware so you don't get freaked out."

"Deformity? Um, okay. You want me to keep going?"

"Um … yeah, okay. G-go ahead."

I kept cutting and as soon as his underwear fell to the floor, I almost gasped as I leered at his so-called deformity. Well I'll be damned.

Chapter 2
Primal Desires

This so-called problem was definitely huge, but this was no deformity. This kid was hung. He was very well hung. Even in its flaccid state, it was long and just hung there almost halfway down to his knees. It wasn't fat, it was just long. It was circumcised and looked so beautiful. There was a light spattering of wispies around his pubic area and his balls were nice and firm. Why would he say it was a deformity? I took a deep breath and gulped down a wad of saliva as I tried to keep my arousals in check, without much success.

Time to get back to the work at hand and check on his wound. There was only one problem. His dick and his balls were in the way. On impulse, I reached up to move them out of the way and quickly stopped myself. I had made a vow not to touch. As long as I don't touch, I'll be okay. "Justin, would you mind holding your, um, member out of the way?"

"My member?" He burst out laughing. "You mean my dick?" he asked with a pained smile.

Oh boy. I think he was beginning to see right through me. I had him sit on the toilet seat and spread his legs so I could get to his wound. Then I almost choked on my saliva again when his penis started getting hard and it started rising up, higher and higher. I became mesmerized at the enormous size wondering with hope if I was the object of his sudden arousal.

I had never seen anything like it on such a young boy. This was rare even for fully developed adults. It was bigger than mine. My God – look at the size of that thing. I just froze and kept staring at his beautiful giant boner pressing up against his stomach. It was so orgasmic that I almost started rubbing myself.

Jayden opened the curtain and poked his head out. "Whoa dude," he said with a gulp. "You have a humongous dick, did you know that? Nick, if you want, I can help you hold his member out of the way. Is that thing for real? Hey Nick, I think he likes you," he said giggling.

Justin started getting fidgety and really nervous at the unavoidable reaction of his body. "Look away. Turn around! Both of you!" he said loudly, as he put his towel over his boner.

Whoa, what brought that on?

Jayden kept giggling. "Well, at least Nick won't have to worry anymore about your member getting in the way," he chuckled.

"Shut up, Jayden!" Justin said angrily.

"Justin, I'm sorry. I … whatever I said, I didn't mean to make you upset."

Justin took a deep breath. "You didn't do anything," he said dejectedly in a soft voice. "I'm sorry I yelled at you guys. It wasn't your fault. Um, you don't have to look away anymore."

I slowly turned around to face him. His face had a mixture of expressions: pain, embarrassment, apprehension, nervousness and … and sadness. He was holding his testicles and boner to the side with his hand as he opened his legs wider to give me easier access to his wound.

The piece of metal was impaled at a slight angle. The slightest shifting of his jeans was what was causing all that pain. Without saying a word and without any warning, I squeezed the tweezers over the metal fragment and yanked it out in one swift motion.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Justin shrieked.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Jayden screamed wide-eyed in response to Justin's crying out. "What …? What happened?" Jayden asked, looking around the curtain. "Dude, will you quit doing that?"

Some blood started oozing out and I quickly grabbed a gauze and applied pressure over his wound. "Ow. That hurts … that hurts," Justin said, with his face twisted in pain and while squeezing the side of the sink.

"It's okay – it's out. The piece of metal is officially out and we're almost done." I squeezed out some antiseptic ointment on another gauze and started applying it to the various deep scrapes around the same area. My hand was shaking the whole time from the exertion of trying to keep my word of no touching.

It looked like the level of pain had gone down considerably. Then Justin's expressions of distress started changing. He started staring at me with an almost dreamlike expression as if he was trying to make some kind of decision. Using his free hand, he gently started pushing his fingers through my hair. Then he used his other hand to also stroke my hair leaving his monster erection fully exposed.

"Your blonde hair is so soft and silky," he said almost in a whisper as he looked at me. "I bet you don't even have to comb it when you wake up in the mornings, do you? It just flows down naturally."

Oh God, what is happening here? This was not helping my efforts to diminish my raging urges one bit, especially from the fact that my fingers were mere centimeters from his testicles and giant boner. Plus, I'm also just a couple of steps from a sexy naked boy right on the other side of this curtain. What a thrill! I finished tending to his wound by affixing a larger gauze over the affected area. His boner was still at full staff and it didn't look like it was coming down anytime soon. Not that I was complaining.

Then, to make matters worse, Jayden stepped out of the tub. He stood there dripping wet with a full uncut boner staring at Justin's erection. This was the first time I had seen another naked boy in the flesh since that shower incident at the pool. I let out a short involuntary gasp. His glistening body looked like some erotic angel oblivious to the fact that I wanted to strip myself and fuck the hell out of him, consequences be damned. My eyes were drawn inexorably to his perfectly shaped hanging testicles, his little big erection, and the smoothness of his pubic area.

"I, ahh …" My voice was shaky. "I'm gonna see if I can find some pain killers." I quickly walked out and went to the kitchen sink to splash water over my face. I grabbed my bottle of medication from the counter and shook out two pills with trembling hands.

"Nick, are you okay?"

I could see Jayden through the corner of my eye. He had a towel around his neck as he dried his hair. I was powerfully drawn to his naked body as he stood there sporting his full erection with the knob of his penis so beautifully and erotically outlined. I found myself in a rare opportunity where I was alone in the kitchen with a wet naked boy standing right in front of me. I needed to touch his body. Maybe I can help him dry himself. Yeah, that's it. An accidental touch here, a not-so-innocent touch there – no one will know. Damn it, this was only supposed to happen in my wet dreams.

I had to force myself to look away before I did something I was going to regret. My urges were so strong that I didn't trust myself to keep looking at him directly. I had never felt so conflicted. I was intoxicated with powerful arousals that made my body feel sooo – fucking – good. I was at the verge of throwing caution to the wind and allowing myself to just drink in the sight of his full nudity and wrap my lips around that irresistible smooth cock of his.

But my impulses were tempered by my fear of going to prison. I started getting flashbacks of when I was locked up. If these boys stay here, I'm gonna need to control my urges or I'm am not gonna survive the night. I tossed the pills in my mouth and eagerly washed them down with a glass of water. I took a deep calming breath.

"I was gonna heat up some water to make us some hot chocolate. Then I'll start making us some dinner." That should distract me for a while. "You can go ahead and start getting dressed Jayden," I said shakily looking away.

"But my clothes are all wet."

"Oh, right. I'm afraid these cabins don't have a washer and dryer. They'll have to hang dry. In the meantime, just wrap your towel around yourself." I couldn't believe I just asked a naked boy to cover himself with a towel.

"What about Justin's clothes? They're ruined."

"We'll have to figure something out in the morning."

"You mean we're gonna spend the night?" he asked a little nervously.

"Well, I can't send you boys out in the rain with no jackets at night. And Justin is not in any condition to be walking around. Where are you boys from anyway? Where were you going? Where are your parents?"

"It's a long story."

One hour later

Jayden and I were sitting on one of the sofas watching the comforting sight of the crackling flames in the fireplace. Even though it was summer, the passing storm had cooled the cabin and the fire would help dry up Jayden's clothes faster. He still had his towel wrapped around him waiting for his clothes to dry. He had helped me hang a makeshift clothesline close to the fireplace to hang them. His towel was wrapped low on his small frame giving me a provocative view of his V-line. He had almost given me a lust attack when he was holding the rope up in the air causing his towel to loosen up and drop to the floor. It didn't help that he took his sweet time to wrap it around himself again.

Justin was sound asleep on the sofa-bed right in front of us with the covers over his body. I had given him some painkillers which, in addition to his exhausting ordeal, had caused him to fall into a deep and peaceful sleep. I had tried getting him to put on a pair of my shorts, but it was too painful where it rubbed against his wound. The only thing he was wearing was one of my t-shirts. As Jayden started telling me what was going on, I found myself staring at the small bulge under his towel. I gazed longingly at his smooth chest, those succulent crowned pointy nipples, and his beautiful navel.

Jayden had explained to me that he was one of the campers at the nearby Rainbow Spirit Summer Camp site about a mile away. Justin was the grandson of the director of the campsite. Jayden and Justin were on their way to deliver something to the girl's campsite that was located on the other side of the small lake and they had to pass through these rental cabins to get there.

When it started raining, they started running towards the Visitor's Center to take cover under the large porch. That's when Justin's leg fell through the metal grate over the drain. I was becoming a little concerned. I tried getting some more details from him, but he was being deliberately vague. Parts of his story were inconsistent and contradictory.

"Jayden, isn't your group counselor gonna freak out when you don't come back? And what about Justin's grandfather? What if they already called the cops and reporting you two missing?"

Jayden looked at the clock on the wall. "Not for about another hour. Is it alright if I borrow your phone so I can call my counselor and tell him what's going on?"

"Yes, thank you. That would make me feel a lot better." I got up and grabbed my cell phone from the kitchen counter. When I handed it to him, he got up and headed into the kitchen as he dialed someone's number.

"Damn, Adrian's not picking up his phone. Let me try someone else. Hello, Melanie? It's me, Jayden. Listen, Justin hurt his leg on our way to your cabin. His leg fell through a hole in a drain and this guy from one of the rental cabins came and helped us out. He even did first aid on him. We're with him right now and he let me borrow his phone."

Jayden peeked over to look at Justin. "Yeah, he's okay for now but he can barely walk. There's no way he'll be able to make it back to camp and he's already conked out on the sofa. We're just gonna spend the night here until tomorrow. Can you get ahold of Adrian and tell him what's going on so he can cover for Justin?" … "Yes, I know, I'm sorry. You're just gonna have to reschedule it." … "No, I won't chicken out, I promise."

Jayden listened attentively as this other person seemed to be giving him some instructions. Jayden turned and stared at me for a moment with a crooked smile. "Yeah, he seems pretty nice. Um, I guarantee you'd like him." … "Melanie! You she-devil. Actually, I was thinking the same thing." … "Shut up. You're such a perve. Biiiyee."

Jayden came and sat back down next to me. Except this time, he sat sideways leaning against the arm rest and pulled up his knees placing his bare feet on the sofa. I had a clear view of that alluring wonderland between his legs. Was he doing this on purpose? He must be aware that he's showing me his goods by sitting that way.

"That was Melanie, Justin's fourteen-year old step-sister. She said she'll keep trying to get ahold of Adrian. He's our counselor. She's gonna tell their mom that Adrian had invited Justin to spend the night with our group." Jayden wiggled his toes against my thigh. "Hey, your clothes are still wet. Aren't you gonna change?" he asked, as he straightened his legs and pressed his feet against my jeans.

"I'll change later. Jayden, how come Justin didn't want me to take him to the hospital or to call the cops?"

Jayden looked around nervously. Then, to my surprise, he turned and leaned towards me and laid his head in my lap looking up at the ceiling. "It's just that … well, Justin's stepmom is a real bitch. His grandfather may be the director, but he's hardly around anymore, which is too bad because he's really nice. It's his stepmom who runs the day to day operations of the camp and she's real strict with him. She treats him really mean. If you had taken him to the hospital, she would've found out that we had gone outside the perimeter without her permission and she would've fucked him up even more than he is now."

"Are you saying she abuses him?"

"I've seen some really nasty bruises on him sometimes."

"You mean like those scars on his back? I thought those happened with today's injuries."

Jayden started yawning long and wide and started shifting his body to make himself more comfortable. "Those are old scars. By the way, Melanie said if you could drive us back to the camp tomorrow morning, she'll make sure that the guard at the entrance lets us through," he said softly, as his eyes slowly started closing. He looked pretty tired as well. I just sat there staring at the fireplace for the moment contemplating what he had just told me.

There was a comforting quietness in the room at the sound of the crackling fire, especially after such a chaotic evening. I turned to Jayden and he appeared to have fallen asleep. His shifting around had caused his towel to loosen up again. I stared at his smooth chest as it went up and down with his breathing. I gently started caressing his curly hair with one hand while placing my other hand flat on his chest over one of his nipples. I gently started caressing his nipple and I was soon rewarded by feeling the tip getting harder.

I slowly started caressing his tummy and his belly button. I closed my eyes and felt myself breathing harder as I contemplated this incredible opportunity that had literally fallen right on top of my lap. Inside my mind there was a raging battle being waged between my burning arousals and my instincts of self-preservation. Apparently, my medication hadn't taken effect yet. My brain was screaming at me to do what I so much wanted to do as I felt the sensations of his smooth skin under my hands and smelled the scent of his body. I was in a whirlwind of conflicting and confusing emotions as I tried to rationalize and justify what I knew was inevitably going to happen.

I opened my eyes and looked at his chest as my hand slowly and cautiously pushed his towel further down enough to reveal his V-line. I pushed down further and I could see the base of his penis. I could feel my hard-as-rock boner pressing against the back of his head. I widened my fingers to loosen up the folds even more. As gently as I could, I opened up his towel and stared at his exposed nakedness. He was completely hairless with his uncut penis splayed to the side while his nut sack rested lazily on his closed legs.

It was like rediscovering the pleasures of nude boys for the very first time. My sensibilities were completely gone. My primal desires were screaming at me to just give into my lustful urges. The decision had been made and there was no turning back. He was asleep and nobody would know. I had gone this far and there was no reason why I shouldn't keep going. I gently placed my shaking hand over his forbidden fruits. I just kept my hand there savoring the sensations going through my body. I started fondling him and his penis and balls felt so soft and silky.

Then I felt his penis getting hard. He was actually getting a boner right under my hand. I put my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes tight in sexual frustration. It was driving me wild. I wanted to taste him and suck him and feel myself inside of him. I gently lifted up his head so I could get up and quickly pulled off my pants and underwear. I sat down on the opposite side of the sofa and placed the bottom of his left foot right on my balls.

Then I went back to fondling and stroking that soft, but hard, penis of his with one hand, while I jerked myself off with the other. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was holding the full boner of a twelve-year old sleeping boy in my hand. I grabbed his ankle and rubbed the sole of his foot on my balls while I jerked off even harder. My body spasmed almost uncontrollably as my juices started squirting onto my chest. Despite my sexual release, I continued gazing in full arousal at this beautiful naked boy. It was only because of my sexual release that I decided to cover him with his towel then go take a long, cold shower.

Chapter 3
First Impressions

Friday morning, Rainbow Spirit Camp

True to Melanie's word, the guard at the entrance booth waved us through without even stopping us. The place was huge. I could see several activity centers throughout the campsite such as tennis courts, archery, sports fields, zip lines, and a whole bunch of others that I didn't even recognize. There were huts and cabins and what appeared to be sleeping quarters everywhere. The boys had explained that there were two fields: the westside and the eastside. Boys were on the westside and girls were on the eastside which was on the other side of the lake.

We parked in the Visitor's Parking Lot and got out. Justin had recovered enough to where he could almost walk normally, but he still walked with a bit of a limp. I decided to follow them to their cabin just to make sure he made it alright. I had let him borrow a pair of my sweat pants which were loose enough to not cause him too much pain from his wound.

During our slow walk, I started noticing his features. His dark straight hair was combed to the side and was long enough to cover his ears. There was a certain level of attractiveness about him, but it was hard to gage with those large square thick-rimmed glasses and the way his hair was combed that made him look a little nerdy. But his eyes … his eyes were beautiful. They were blueish grey that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.

As we were walking, a group of boys happened to be walking by and noticed Justin limping. "What's the matter, Justin, get beat up again by mommy dearest?" sneered one of the older boys.

"Shut up, Frankie. Mind your own fucking business," said Jayden defensively.

"Hey Justin, why are you limping, get kicked in the balls again?" joked another boy. "What a total looser," he said, laughing along with the other boys as they continued on.

Another boy from the group, with makeup on his face, just kept staring at me. Wait – what's he doing wearing makeup? Even though he was laughing with the others, his focus was mainly on me. As he passed by, he turned around and gave me a sexy wink.

Justin just looked down in shame and embarrassment, as he kept limping beside us. What a bunch of assholes. What kind of camp is this, anyway?

Jayden walked over to Justin and hooked his arm in his. "Don't listen to those fuckers, Justin. You can stay in our bunk cabin anytime, okay?" Justin just nodded sadly. I started feeling really bad for him.

Jayden decided to take a shortcut through a brushy area next to an enclosed maintenance shed. As we were passing by, Justin suddenly stopped when we heard some noises coming from inside. "Nobody's supposed to be in there," he whispered. "We don't even have a maintenance guy this summer."

I quietly walked over to the door and listened. There was definitely someone in there. I tried the door and it was locked. The flimsy door wasn't well secured, so I lifted up on the doorknob and swung it open. Oh – my – God. I froze in astonishment at what was happening right in front of my eyes. There were four young boys between ten and twelve, and an older teen, and they were … they were all naked.

The older teen was lying on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of an old dusty pool table sucking on a young boy's boner who was kneeling in front of his mouth. Another boy was standing between the teen's legs giving him a blowjob. The other two boys were sitting on their knees watching the action as they jerked themselves off. One of those two picked up a chocolate bar and bit off a chunk in his mouth. That's when he saw me.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!" he screamed, with the chunk of chocolate still in his mouth. Everyone jumped and looked around in complete horror. Everyone's eyes widened in shock when they saw me standing here. Mayhem and pandemonium erupted as everyone scrambled in a complete panic mode to put their clothes on. My body reacted instinctively as I slowly started backing away.

By now Jayden and Justin were at the door. "Hey, Adrian. I see you're having your morning snack." Jayden said playfully with a wave of his hand, and started giggling.

Just then, a younger blonde boy walked in looking all panicked.

"Oliver you stinker!" said one of the boys while getting dressed. "You were supposed to be the lookout. What the hell happened to you?"

"I'm sorry. I had to take a piss and I couldn't hold it anymore."

"Wait, this is Adrian?" I asked in awe. "He's your counselor? You know what? I, um … I think I should get going," I said, starting to walk away. Jayden whispered something into Adrian's ear.

"Hey wait!" yelled Adrian, as he started running after me. "Hey, hold up a sec. Are you gonna report me to the cops?"

"I, ahh … you know what? This is none of my business. And it didn't look like you were forcing these boys. You weren't, were you?"

"No!" he said emphatically. "In fact, they're the ones who asked me to do it. Look, I'm gonna be blunt with you. Jayden just told me about your um … exploratory excursion on his naked body last night in your cabin, so I think you and I are on the same page here. I don't think I need to say anything more."

Shit. I should've known. Jayden was pretending to be asleep during the whole time I was fondling him. But if he wasn't asleep, that can only mean one thing. He liked it. He was actually getting aroused by the touch of my hand. That's why his boner was so hard. I looked at Adrian and realized I was actually talking to a fellow boylover.

He was kind of cute with short dark brown hair combed upwards at the front. What would it be like to open up to him and talk about the beauty of boys and to be able to tell each other our stories? It would feel so refreshing to be able to unload and share my most secret thoughts with someone who feels the same way I do. I had so many questions, like how in the world did he get all these boys to have sex with him?

"Don't worry. It looks like we're both on the same page, so I won't say a word. I gotta go."

"Hey, um, what do you know about this camp?"

"I don't know anything about it. I went to a few summer camps when I was a kid, but they're all basically the same thing."

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong. This summer camp is special. Not too many like it exist."

I looked around at the campground in confusion. "But I don't see too much of a difference from the other summer camps I've been to. Most of the activities and equipment are pretty much standardized in general terms. What's so different about this camp?"

"It's not the camp itself that's different. It's the children that come here that are different. Do you know what this camp is called?"

"Jayden told me last night, but I don't remember. I was a little, um, distracted."

"I bet you were," Adrian said with a twinkle in his eye. "It's called the Rainbow Spirit Camp."

"Yeah, Rainbow Spirit. Now I remember."

"Does the word Rainbow ring any bells?"

"Rainbow … rainbow …" I remembered the boy with makeup on his face. I gasped as I finally realized what he meant. "Adrian, are you telling me this is … a gay camp?" I asked in a low voice.

"Actually, it's an LGBTQ camp."

I stared at him with my mouth open. That would explain a couple of things. That means Jayden and Justin were gay or bisexual.

"Listen, two of our counselors quit and we're short-handed. How would you like to join our staff for the next ten days? We could really use your help."

"Sorry, but I can't. I'm renting a cabin about a mile away and I'm supposed to be heading back home on Saturday."

"I can get you in right away. You can start tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, Adrian, but I have other plans. Thanks for the offer but I've gotta get going," I said turning around.

"You can have your own group of boys for the next session," he blurted out hopefully. That caught my attention. My own group of boys? That sounded so tantalizing. But as tempting as that sounded, it was also way too risky for me.

"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to decline."

"Justin!" I heard a lady scream, as she stepped off an electric utility cart. "There you are. Where the hell have you been young man?" She stomped towards him with her hands on her hips. Adrian motioned for me to hide behind the bushes. The lady had short black hair and a blue business outfit. "I asked you a question," she snarled. "Why didn't you come home last night? You were supposed to do the girl's laundry and clean up their cabin."

Adrian closed his eyes in frustration while Justin stood frozen with fear. "Mrs. Phillips, it was my fault. I called Melanie and asked her to let you know I had invited Justin to stay overnight with our group last night.

The lady bored her eyes into Adrian. "Let's get something clear Adrian – Justin doesn't do anything without my express permission. Are we clear?!"

"Of course. I'm sorry. I also think you should know that Justin's been injured."

Mrs. Phillips walked slowly toward Justin with her hands still on her hips, looking like some kind of predator, and stared him down. Justin looked terrified as he looked down at his feet. It was breaking my heart seeing him like this. "Where did you injure yourself," she asked in a demanding voice.

"It's … it's nothing. I'm okay, r-really," he stammered.

"Where did you injure yourself?" she asked more forcefully, using a dangerous tone.

Justin silently pointed down to his wound next to his groin. Then she did something that shocked the hell out of me. She jammed her knee into his groin causing him to yell out in pain as he fell down to his knees. Everyone gasped at the blatant abuse. "Well, Justin, I hope you've learned your lesson. Time to get back to your chores."

"Mrs. Phillips, please don't do that. He's gonna need medical attention," Adrian pleaded, reaching out with his hand.

She gave Adrian an icy glare. "That is none of your concern, Adrian. I'm his mother and I will decide what he does and doesn't need. If you wanna keep your job, you'd best remember that."

Then she pulled Justin up by the ear and gave Adrian a sadistic smile, as if throwing it in his face that she could abuse him all she wanted.

"On your feet. On your feet!" she said loudly, making Justin cry out in pain as he was forcefully dragged by his ear to the utility cart while limping in pain.

"Ow, ow, ow, you're hurting me," he cried, with tears in his eyes.

"Quiet! What am I gonna do with you, you worthless piece of shit? This'd better be the last time you disobey me young man. And don't think for a second that I'm gonna let you skip any of your chores when we get back the cabin, you hear me? I don't care if you have to drag yourself on the floor to get all the extra stuff done that I'm gonna have you do." Her voice started fading away as she continued her barrage of verbal attacks.

I looked around in bewilderment. Somebody had to do something. I started walking after them in anger but Adrian pulled me back. "Forget it man. You'll just make it worse for him. Did you see what happened when I tried to defend him."

I looked over at the boys and they all looked sad, and disturbed. "What just happened here? She can't do that, can she? That's … that's abuse!" I said, trying to contain my emotions.

Adrian was fuming with anger. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have told that bitch about his injury. I should've had you take him straight to the Medical Cabin. Fuck!"

Suddenly, I felt like my priorities starting to shift. I just can't stand here and let this sweet innocent boy be used as a punching bag by that fucking bitch. I walked over to Adrian. "Alright, I'll accept your offer, but only on one condition."

"I think I know where this is going. What's your condition?"

"We need to find a way to help Justin. We're gonna need to find a way to protect him from that barracuda."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know yet. But you've gotta help me find a way. You know more about what's going on here than I do. What if … what if instead of his mom taking Justin to see the doctor, we get the doctor to go see Justin?"

Adrian thought for a moment and started smiling. "Oh, man, that would certainly stick in her craw. At this point, I'll do anything to help this kid and now I won't have to do it alone." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Thank you for helping me out."

Somehow, that physical connection of his hand on my shoulder helped calm me down considerably. Interesting.

Chapter 4
Camp Rules

Saturday morning, Rainbow Spirit Camp

Adrian had asked me to meet him at the Visitor's Parking area at seven in the morning so that I could learn the morning routine. He had taken me straight to the personnel office and introduced me to the hiring manager. The young lady had an obvious crush on Adrian and he had used that to get her to hire me on the spot. She also knew full well how short-staffed they were and wasn't too inquisitive regarding my fake previous employment and references on my job application.

We walked around to several bunk cabins where I was introduced to the other counselors. The bunk beds were lined up in neat rows with one boy per mattress. The restrooms had two toilets, two urinals, and two showers. Being a Saturday morning, the boys were allowed to sleep in until nine o'clock.

One of the things I remembered when I was in summer camp was secretly gazing at several uncovered boys on their bunks in only their underwear. I was anticipating watching something similar during my introductory tour. I did see several boys sleeping uncovered but to my dismay, they were all wearing shorts and t-shirts.

In one of the cabins, one boy jumped off his upper bunk and walked into the bathroom to do his business. What caught my attention was that he closed the door and locked it. When I was in summer camp, no one bothered to even close the restroom door, let alone lock it.

As we were walking through the camp, we passed by a large cabin with a big sign that said 'Showers'. Ohh yeah, now this is getting interesting. But then I noticed the double doors were boarded up with plywood. "Hey Adrian, what's with the group showers? How come they're boarded up?"

"Camp rules. I know, it's ridiculous. Let me give you the rundown. Boys are not allowed to be in the same bunk together for any reason, even during the day; only one boy is allowed in the restroom or in the showers at a time and they have to lock the door; no public nudity or display of underwear in or out of the cabins; boys must wear shorts and a t-shirt when they're sleeping; no two boys are allowed to be alone with each other; no skimpy swim suits or speedos are allowed during water sports … dude, I can go on and on. They might as well be running a convent and I bet you not even those are this strict. So, obviously, no communal showers," he said, pointing at the showers in disgust.

"I've never heard of anything like that. You're right. It is ridiculous."

"Tell me about it. This camp has been run into the ground ever since that bitch started micromanaging this joint. It's like she's anti-gay or something and she's slowly trying to find ways to get this camp to shut down. It used to be a lot different when Mr. Phillips was running the place. Attendance is going down, counselors are quitting left and right, activities are being scaled back, and our usual ghost stories around the campfire are being replaced with horror stories about that wicked witch of the west. Something's gotta give."

After making the rounds, we finally made it to Adrian's cabin with his charges inside. Adrian walked in first and as soon as I stepped in, I just stood there frozen at the unexpected scene. These were all the boys from the maintenance shed. One boy was walking around wearing only his loose underwear scratching his butt, two other boys were wrestling on the bottom bunk trying to pull each other's underwear off, and Jayden was on a top bunk fast asleep on his stomach with his legs under the covers and his underwear partially wedged into his butt. I'm sure glad I took my medication last night.

We walked into the restroom and one of the shower curtains was halfway open with two boys under the shower spray. I stood frozen leering at the boys pressing their naked bodies and their boners against each other while caressing each other's butts. I was mesmerized by the sheen of water glazing their honey golden bodies. I closed my eyes for a moment in sexual awe. If my medication is supposed to suppress my urges, they're gonna have to double the dosage because they're not doing shit for me right now.

Adrian noticed my expression and smiled. "Um, that's Brad and Alan. Welcome to our pad."

"But … but all these boys are … weren't you telling me right now about all those camp rules …"

"Hey, those are the official camp rules. Here, inside this cabin, I follow my own rules," he said, walking towards the coffee maker. "Want some coffee?"

I hesitated as I kept staring at the boy's wet bodies. "Um, yeah sure." I followed reluctantly, taking a last look over my shoulder and looking around nervously at all these walking temptations. I felt like I was walking through a minefield of forbidden fruits. One bite and I'd be expelled from paradise.

They all paused whatever they were doing to check me out. We walked into a tiny office with a tiny desk. There was barely enough room for a guest chair.

He handed me a cup of coffee and I inhaled the strong aroma with relish. I took a careful sip, then almost spit it out when one of the boys came in stark naked and holding a pair of underpants with a torn waistline. Whoa, this was the blonde boy who was supposed to be the lookout back at the maintenance shed. Out of force of habit in the presence of any naked boy, I instinctively tensed up and looked down.

"Adrian, look what Julio did. He tore my underwear," he whined. "Now I can't wear 'em anymore."

The boy looked like he was eight or nine years old with soft blonde voluminous hair. His cut penis was pointing straight over his wrinkled nut sack. How can he just stand there totally naked in front of a total stranger without being embarrassed? And how can Adrian just sit there and be so calm while talking to this luscious naked boy? I kept squeezing my knees and taking nervous glances through the corner of my eyes. I seemingly had become an expert at looking without making it look like I was looking.

"Well, that's what you get for getting rough with each other, buddy. Just throw those away and grab some clean underwear from your drawer."

"Yeah, well … I haven't washed my clothes yet and these were my last ones."

"Well then, you're just gonna have to go commando until you wash your clothes."

The boy gave me an up and down stare and turned to Adrian with a questioning look. "Oliver, this is Nick. He's a new counselor and he's gonna be training with us for a few days. Nick, this is Oliver, one of our campers. Well, shake his hand Oliver."

Adrian must've noticed my nervousness and looked like he wanted to laugh. By now I was leaning forward with my arms over my lap trying to hide my tenting shorts. I gave him a curt smile as I reached out and shook his hand. Oliver stared at my lap for a moment and gave me a sexy smile. Shit, he must've noticed my bulge. He turned around and whispered something into Adrian's ear, giving me a profile view of his sexy cute butt.

Adrian gave out a short laugh. "Yes Oliver, he's the one who caught us yesterday in the shed." Oliver whispered something else to Adrian. They both stared at my arms trying to hide my boner. "Yup, it sure looks like you did. Now go on and tell everyone to start getting dressed. We don't wanna be late for chow."

Oliver turned to me and pushed his naked self between my legs. He put his arms around my neck and gave me a warm hug. "Welcome to our camp, Nick. This place is pretty cool and you know what? Sometimes it can also suck," he whispered in my ear and walked off with an exaggerated swagger of his butt.

Adrian started giggling at my reaction with his knuckle under his chin. "Prepare yourself, Nick. They're all gonna be coming on to you like this. I couldn't help but notice how nervous you looked when Oliver walked in here naked.

I shook my head in bewilderment. "Adrian, what's going on? How do you get away with having your own rules here? How did you manage to get these boys to let you do all those things with you in that shed? And how can you act so calm with a stark-naked boy standing right in front of you? Don't you get the urge to just start touching his … his little cock and to squeeze that smoking hot ass?" I just shook my head and looked down in frustration.

"I used to be the same way when I first came here. A camp like this with a bunch of curious promiscuous boys is a boylover's wet dream. They know I'm sexually attracted to them and they will go out of their way to get me aroused. In a way, I envy you. I've gotten to a point where I've been kind of desensitized to the presence of naked boys. Don't get me wrong, I still get the strong urges. But you'll be seeing these boys through fresh eyes. While you're in this cabin, you can just relax, okay? It's okay to stare and you don't have to hide your boner around these boys. By now, Oliver is bragging and spreading the word to the whole group that he was the first one to give the new counselor a boner."

"Is that the only reason you're doing this? Because you're a boylover?"

"Nick, the last summer camp I attended was also LGBT, but at another site. During one of our group discussions I asked the counselor a question about blow jobs. And you know what he said? Nothing. He just clammed up. He said we could ask any questions we wanted, but ooh, we can't have those types of questions. Uh, uh; those are off limits. He gave me a stern warning and forbade our group from even discussing such topics among ourselves. I was like – what the fuck? What are we doing here then?

"I had questions that I couldn't ask during our so-called sex education class at school without getting in trouble and them finding out I was gay. I wanted someone to answer my questions; to be straight up with me and tell it like it is without using all these metaphors, innuendos, and clinical words. I thought that by going to that camp I was gonna be able to get some answers. I was really disappointed. But you know what? I found other ways to get my answers.

"You wouldn't believe how much fooling around went on in those bunks. You think that these kids chose to go to an LGBT camp without expecting some kind of hanky-panky going on? A bunch of gay boys bunking with each other in close quarters and taking group showers together – you don't think that's gonna stir up those raging hormones making everyone's boners pop out like popcorn?

"Most people don't realize that children are sexual creatures just as much as adults are and they have every right to stimulate themselves just like adults without the fear of getting caught by their parents and being punished for it. Parents are so conditioned to cram their taboos on their kid's sexuality that they don't realize they're gonna have questions.

"You hear experts trying to show parents how to talk to their kids about sex using age appropriate terms. Fuck that. That's not the real world. How many boys do you think are gonna go up to their dear old dad and ask him about boners and blow jobs? There's no such thing as age appropriate for these kids at this age anymore. They want answers in a language that they will understand and if they're not getting them from a knowledgeable adult, they're gonna get it from some clueless teenager.

"These kids have every right to be sexual with their friends as long as it's consensual. It's called experimentation. It's part of growing up. And so, these boys know that if they ask me any questions about sex, I'll give them a straight and honest answer. They know they can express themselves freely with me and that they can freely explore their sexuality among our group."

"Including the counselor?" I asked with a slight grin.

"As long as it's consensual. Let's just call it a fringe benefit. But it has a lot to do with self-control. That's the key. And to answer your question about these boys, they were the ones who persuaded me to fool around with them in that shed and they were very persuasive."

"What about the other counselors? Do they know what goes on in here?"

"There are two others that feel confident enough to let these boys explore their sexuality just like I do. There are others who want to follow in my footsteps with their group of boys, but they're not ready to take the same risks just yet. Let's be clear, this is a huge risk. They know as well as I do that we could get in serious trouble for this.

"Now about what you did with Jayden last night, I have to say that was questionable. You did it while he was asleep and without his consent, but as it turns out, he was awake the whole time and actually liked how you were stimulating him. I'm gonna need your assurance that any sexual contact with these boys will always be consensual. I need to know that you'll have enough self-control not to hurt any of these boys. Can I count on you with this Nick?"

"You're right. I shouldn't have done that. And yes, you can count on me." As long as I keep taking my medication which I didn't bother to mention.

"Nick! What are you doing here?" asked a very excited Jayden in his underwear poking his head in.

"Hey, what's up, buddy?" I asked, as he gave me a tight hug.

The rest of the boys were standing at the door in their underwear stretching their necks to look into the office.

"Everyone, I'd like you all to meet our new counselor, Nick. He's gonna be training with us for a while. Nick, this is Julio, this is Brad, that's Alan, that one's Jack, and you've already met Oliver and Jayden.

"Hiii Niiick," they all said in unison, with some giggles as they started whispering to each other.

I waved nervously as I tried to avert my eyes from their temptingly smooth bodies. Adrian looked at the boys and then turned to me with a devious smile. "I have an idea on how to break you in and get you to loosen up a bit. How would you like to see all these boys naked?"

"What? Right now? A-all of them? Together?"

"Boys, let's give Nick here a proper welcome."

Without hesitation, all six boys started pulling down their underwear real slow while moving their hips. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I stared with my mouth open. I nervously started rubbing my thighs as I watched each of their boners popping out of their underwear one by one. I had never seen so many naked boys at one time. All the boys picked up their undies from the floor and started tossing them to me. They formed a circle around me and started rotating around with wide smiles.

"You can reach out and touch them if you want," said Nick, with his own lustful expression as he reached out and let his hand brush each of their butts as they passed by.

The urges in my body were becoming so strong that I started getting concerned. These boys had no idea the kind of power their naked bodies had over me. I was in a state where I would say yes to anything and everything they would ask of me. I'd give them my wallet, hand over the keys to the Humvee, empty out my bank account, even go to prison – I'd do anything to be able to have an orgy and a fuck fest with these sex toys right now.

Then one of the boys started pulling up on my shirt which persuaded the rest of them to reach down to try and unbutton my jeans. My God, these naked boys were trying to strip me. My senses were becoming overwhelmed as I felt some of their hands rubbing against my boner. As much as I wanted them to continue, I started resisting and tried pushing them away.

Adrian must've noticed my consternation. "Alright boys, let's um … let's get dressed and head out to the chow hall before they shut the doors on us."

The boys grabbed their little undies and ran off giggling and laughing to get dressed. I was almost panting from the incredible surges of arousals going through my body. Adrian walked up to me and gave me a moment as I slowly brought myself out of my sexual delirium. "Nick, are you all right? How do you feel?"

"I, ahh … I don't know," I said shakily. "I feel horny as fuck, but …"

"But …?"

"Adrian, there's something I need to tell you …"

I told him the story about my encounter with those two boys in the showers at the pool and about the time I spent in detention due to the molestation charges from their parents. I explained how I had been medically diagnosed with sex addiction and ordered by the court to take a Sex Addiction Treatment Program and the medication they had prescribed.

"… and ever since then, I've always tried to keep myself away from situations where I'm gonna find myself being tempted and aroused by young boys. Right now when I was being surrounded by these naked boys, I was afraid that I was going to be pulled into something so powerful that it was gonna make me lose control. I was going through a mental struggle knowing that I could easily reach out and touch each of their boners, but at the same time I kept getting flashbacks of when I was locked inside a jail cell."

"Nick, let me ask you something. When you started touching those boys in the showers, what would you have done if any of them had told you to stop?"

"I guess I would've stopped."

"Do you think this so-called treatment program has helped you?"

"Well, I really don't know."

"You know what I think? I think this medication they're making you take is doing you more harm than good. This medication is supposed to suppress your urges, but it's having the opposite effect in the long run. Abstinence is not the answer Nick. Your body is still craving for sex and the more you abstain, the more your urges are gonna build up. And now, your psyche is telling you that any type of sex is wrong even if it's consensual. Being a boylover is a sexual orientation in and of itself. You can't change it any more than a straight person can try making himself gay.

"Did you know there's a study which shows that over 90% of children who have had consensual sex with adults have said they've had no adverse effects in their adult lives? Nick, these boys like you. They think you're hot. They're gonna try to come on to you at every opportunity. It's okay to give in to your impulses. If they want you to touch, it's okay to touch. I know these boys and they're not gonna say a word."

As we were walking towards the chow hall, I kept thinking about what Adrian had told me. I couldn't believe I was gonna be interacting with these six sexy young boys. They were a cute bunch ranging from eight to twelve years old. Will I really be able to fool around with them without getting in trouble? Then I got a disturbing thought that these six boys would somehow end up turning into six counts of sexual abuse of minors. Will I truly be able to exercise self-control? Despite what Adrian had told me, I decided to keep taking my medication just to be on the safe side.

Chapter 5
Persecution

Chow Hall
Justin

I hate this camp. I hate this food. I hate these boys. I hate these clothes. I hate that stupid lady who calls herself my stepmom. And I hate … I hate myself even more. Everyone kept glancing at me and giggling as I sat down by myself trying to choke down my breakfast. It's bad enough none of them wanted to sit next to me, but why do they have to keep looking at me? Who can blame them? Who wants to sit next to the dorky kid whose stepmom is the Camp Manager and a walking hemorrhoidal bitch? I wish she was dead. I wish … I wish I was dead.

At least I got the satisfaction of watching her squirm when the doctor from the Medical Cabin stopped by to see me after someone reported my injuries. It must've been Adrian. He started asking her questions about my injuries, but she kept insisting that she had tended to my wounds and refused to let him examine me. She probably didn't want him to see the belt marks on my back, courtesy of mommy dearest.

After he left, she got so nervous that she actually told me not to worry about my chores and left me alone for the rest of the day. As much as I wanted to stay in bed this morning and try to recover, she was too fucking lazy to make breakfast, so she insisted I get up and come to the chow hall. I hate this fucking camp.

I noticed through the corner of my eye another group coming in. Is that … oh my God, that's Nick. What is he doing here? Not wanting to bring further attention to myself, I sat there silently watching his every move. He looked so beautiful. He looked so sexy. Maybe I can get him to … who am I kidding? He'd never be attracted to me. Just then, he and Adrian came out of the serving line holding their trays and noticed me.

"Justin!" Nick said excitedly. "Hey, it's good to see you. How are you feeling from your …?"

Nick paused when he noticed the rest of the boys had quieted down and were staring at us. Adrian motioned with his hand to follow him as he led us to an outer table where his group was just sitting down. The boys greeted me with friendly smiles and raised their arms for a hand slap as I passed by.

Unfortunately, Nick went to sit down with Adrian. I started feeling a lot better when Jayden waved his hand for me to sit with him. He started telling me about Nick being a new counselor and gave me a very interesting account of Nick's initiation back at the cabin. He also told me about last night and how Nick had loosened Jayden's towel while Nick thought he was asleep and started fondling him. I started seeing Nick in a different light. He liked boys. I had my suspicions but now Jayden had just confirmed them. He actually liked boys. Now how do I get him to like me?

For the next thirty minutes, me and Nick kept taking glances at each other while we ate. He'd give me a cute smile and I'd smile back warmly. I knew right away that I was sexually attracted to him. And I had a feeling that he knew it, too, especially after seeing his expression when my giant boner popped out right in front of his face last night at his cabin. Even through the pain of my injury, that felt so erotic.

After chow, our group, along with several others, headed over for a session of Archery lessons. We all sat down and listened to an instructor who explained the history and intricacies of the bow and arrow. We watched attentively as he demonstrated shooting several arrows into the circled target. Then the boys formed several lines in front of the targets to take their turn. I casually stepped back and leaned against a tree, trying to hide myself. Unfortunately, that didn't work as I heard my name being called by the instructor. I tried to talk my way out of it, but he insisted I give it a try.

"Alright, Justin. Just reach back to your quiver, grab an arrow and position it just like I showed you," the instructor said patiently. "Draw back on the string, aim for the target, and let her rip.

I nervously positioned the arrow and drew the bow line trying to aim for the target. Then something went wrong when the bow recoiled towards me and hit me hard in the face, making me stumble back. All the boys started laughing hysterically. And that's when the catcalls started.

"Looks like his mom is not the only one slapping him in the face."

"What a moron. He couldn't hit the target if it was right under his feet."

"Yeah, next time he should wear full body armor."

In a fit of anger, I picked up the bow and threw it at the target as hard as I could, making it fall to the ground. "Just leave me alone," I mumbled, almost in tears. I whipped around and stormed off.

Nicholas

The catcalls continued. "Aw, he's gonna go crying back to mommy dearest."

"I wouldn't. She'd probably slap him again for being so dumb."

"Hey! That's enough," I heard Adrian roar with anger. "One more word out of any of you and I'm calling your parents right now to come pick you up. Are we clear?!"

"Yes, sir!" they all yelled out nervously.

He confronted the boy who always started the catcalls. "Frankie, what are you doing here? What do you want to get out of this camp?" Adrian started walking among the boys not waiting for an answer. "What is the purpose of this camp, boys? We all know it's about you freely expressing your sexual orientation. But what else is it for? Is it to build new friendships? Is it to talk about your personal issues without being harassed? Is it to share each other's problems and try to be compassionate with each other? Would you say that the purpose of this camp is to make each one of you feel safe? Or that it's about being welcoming and inclusive no matter what the person's background is? Would you agree with what I just said? Is that what this camp is for?"

The boys started nodding and murmuring in agreement.

"Well, then you're all a bunch of fucking hypocrites!" he screamed at them, pointing at Justin walking away. How many of you have tried to be Justin's friend? How many of you have bothered to sit down with him and ask him what's wrong or if he's okay? Have any one of you shown him any compassion or tried to make him feel safe or tried to show him the right way to shoot a fucking arrow instead of pushing him further away with your mean-spiritedness? What you boys just did was wrong! It's called harassment! It's called persecution! It's called bullying! What is wrong with you boys? I thought you were better than this."

Adrian grabbed an arrow and angrily slapped it against Frankie's chest. "And you – as the instigator, you might as well have shot an arrow into his back as he was walking away. You still have a chance to take him down Frankie. Well go on. Shoot! You boys are always throwing it in his face about how bad his stepmom treats him. But how many of you have seen his scars? How many of you have offered him a tissue to wipe his tears while he's tending to the welts on his back from the whippings that lady inflicts on him? I bet none of you have seen him bleeding after she drags him across the field while yanking on his ear. And you dare spew your fucking insults in his face about it?

"How many of you have been harassed at school? Raise your hands!" A few of the boys reluctantly raised their hands while looking down in shame. Adrian started shaking his head in anger. "That's not why we're here, boys. This is not in the spirit of what this camp is all about. We're supposed to be a support group for each other. How can we call this the Rainbow Spirit Camp if there's no spirit of support?

"Being all inclusive means all inclusive, including Justin. Especially Justin. And just because he's the manager's stepson doesn't give you the right to persecute him. It doesn't mean he isn't worthy of your respect and your friendship." All the boys were looking down at their feet and looking thoroughly chastised. But Frankie had a much different expression – he looked angry and humiliated. Adrian started walking away in the direction Justin had gone.

"Adrian, let me go after him?" I offered.

Adrian nodded. "Thank you, Nick."

After a couple of minutes of jogging around, I finally spotted him walking rapidly. I immediately went after him. "Justin, wait up. Hold on, I wanna talk to you." He just kept walking away angrily with a slight limp. "Justin, please. I need to know if you're okay."

"I'm fine," he said sharply as he kept walking. "I couldn't be better. Another perfect day in my perfect life at my perfect camp with my perfect friends. Everything's just fucking perfect, okay? Just leave me alone," he fumed as he kicked at one of the bushes.

"Justin, you're not okay. Just talk to me, please."

"I said I'm fine!" he seethed, his voice breaking with emotion. He walked over to a wooden directional sign and kicked it down forcefully. Then he grabbed it and started striking it against the ground repeatedly in a furious rage. Then he stopped and I could see his shoulders starting to shake as he let the sign drop to the ground. I could tell right away he was crying. I walked up to him and gently placed my hands on his shoulders. He turned around in tears and wrapped his arms around my neck. "You're right. I'm not okay," he choked as he started crying on my shoulder. "I'm not okay, Nick – I'm not okay," he repeated as he tightened his hug.

"Shhh. Hey, it's alright. Just let it out. I'm here for you, buddy," I said soothingly, as I stroked his hair. He continued crying with broken gasps. He started calming down and took his glasses off to wipe his tears. "Come on, let's find a spot where we can talk."

We went and sat down at one of the picnic tables with a sun shade, in front of the lake.

"Listen, I know nobody likes it when kids tease and make fun of each other, but that's normal. It's part of growing up. You gotta learn how to take some punches. It's how you react to the teasing that's important. Instead of reacting by storming off, you react by laughing at your own self and diffusing the situation. Show them that you're not gonna be intimidated."

"Nick, I've tried that, and it never works. I really hate this place. Everybody sees me as a dorky nerd with these nerdy-looking glasses. They tease me all the time. Maybe it's my dorky looking clothes that that lady makes me wear. Maybe it's the fact that I don't make friends easily. It's hard for me to make conversation with other people. I always just keep to myself, always afraid of saying something that will make everyone laugh at me. I can't even walk by without the boys snickering and making snide remarks or trying to trip me or bump me or making me spill my lunch tray on my shirt. I'm always the butt of their jokes and I feel so miserable here," he said wiping at his tears. "I wish she had just let me stay home."

"Justin, I'm sorry. What about your mom? I saw how she was treating you yesterday."

"Don't call her that!" he said angrily. "She is not my mom. She's just my prison guard who happened to marry my father before I was born. That lady hates me because my dad had an affair with another woman and I was their love child. My real mom deserted me two years ago and my dad decided to adopt me. And every time that lady sees me, it's like she's seeing that other woman."

Well that explains a lot. "Justin, I'm so sorry. Where's your father now?"

"He stayed at home because of work."

"Does she always treat you the way she treated you yesterday?"

Justin nodded as more tears started rolling down.

"What about Melanie and her sisters? Do they also treat you mean?"

"They try not to. We tease each other like normal brothers and sisters and they try to protect me from that lady as much as they can. She lets Melanie and her friends have their own private cabin at the girl's camp and she makes me wash their clothes and clean after them as part of my chores. I can tell they feel bad for me and whenever that lady's not supervising me, the girls do their own laundry and their own cleaning."

"And where do you stay when you're not at the camp?"

"With her and my two other stepsisters," he said disgustedly. "She keeps me on a short leash. The only time I'm not with her is when my grandpa comes in or when she lets me hang around with Adrian and his group. They're the only ones in this camp who treat me nice."

"Justin, did the doctor stop by your cabin yesterday to check on your wounds?"

"Yeah, but the lady didn't even let him examine me. She just kept saying all these lies and practically pushed him out the door."

"When was the last time you saw a doctor?"

"I don't remember. It's been more than two years."

That fucking bitch. She's afraid the doctor's gonna see her handywork on Justin's body. "When does your grandfather usually come in?"

"Usually on the weekends. In fact, he's supposed to come in this afternoon. I can hardly wait."

"Does your grandfather know about how your mom … sorry – about how that lady treats you?"

"I don't think so. I don't think anybody knows and I'm always too afraid to say anything." he said sadly.

"Justin, what that lady is doing to you is wrong. It's physical and mental abuse and I'm gonna try to find a way to help you. I'm gonna ask Adrian to try and get you involved in as many activities with our group as he can. But you gotta stay strong okay?"

"But what about the other groups. They're just gonna be picking on me the whole time."

"Not if you stick with me. I'm gonna make an example of the next boy who tries to mess with you. That's a promise."

Justin looked at me with hopeful eyes. "Really? You think it'll work? You think you can help me?"

I looked into his beautiful blue-grey eyes. "I'm certainly going to try."

"Well, the lady did look pretty scared when the doctor stopped to see me. That's the only reason she let me spend the whole day in camp today."

"Justin, that's great. I just wish there was official documentation regarding your …"

"Nick, if I ask you something, will you be straight up with me? Even if you think you're gonna hurt my feelings?"

"If that's what you really want."

He started fidgeting with his hands. "Do you think I'm a nerd? Do you think I look dorky?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "The hard truth? Kind of," I said with a pained expression. "Does the lady always pick out your clothes?"

"Yeah, from the Goodwill. She also picked out my glasses and even how I'm supposed to cut my hair."

"Justin, I think the lady is trying to make you look dorky on purpose just to be mean. I don't know you very well, but from what I've seen, you also seem to act submissive around the other boys and they see that as a weakness or as a vulnerability and they will exploit that. That could be another reason why they keep picking on you."

He nodded his head and looked down as his eyes teared up again. I leaned closer and put my hand on his cheek. "Hey, you wouldn't have asked me this if you didn't already believe this about yourself. But you know what else I think? I think there's a way we can fix this." I started examining his hair and pushing my fingers through it. Then I pulled off his glasses.

"Justin, I can help you. I can transform you and give you a new look. I can do a complete makeover on you if you let me. You have a handsome face Justin. Some things we can work on right away, other things might take a while like getting you into shape and building up your self-esteem. Justin, I can make you look hot. I know I can. And it might change the way the other boys treat you. What do you say?"

"I … I don't know. What if the lady gets mad?"

"Don't worry. I'll deal with the lady when the time comes."

"Nick, I'm sorry about losing my temper with the bow and arrow thing."

"It's alright. You wanna go back and try again?"

"No way. Just the thought of it is making me quiver," he said with a playful smile.

"You made a joke," I said with a raised eyebrow. "That's good. I like that."

"It was supposed to be funny and you were supposed to laugh," he complained.

"You were hilarious. Ha-ha-ha. There, I laughed."

Justin leaned into me and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Nick. Thank you for being honest with me without being a jerk about it. Thank you for pulling me out of that drain, thank you for defending me and thank you for coming after me and …" He touched his forehead against mine. "Thank you for everything," he said softly with a penetrating stare with those beautiful eyes.

I looked around nervously. "Well, my reward will be when I see the expression on your face when you look at yourself in the mirror. I guarantee you're gonna love your new look. Now let me take a picture of how you look now and then I'll take another one after your makeover."

"Well, when can we start?"

I thought for a moment and a crazy idea started forming in my head. Adrian had mentioned something about having to drive into the city to make an unscheduled supply run. Then an even crazier idea started forming in my head. But I'm gonna need some backup if this is going to work and I knew exactly who I needed to call.

"We can start today, but only on one condition. I'm taking you to the Medical Cabin and have the doctor treat your wounds and give you a thorough examination."

"No!" Justin cried in alarm.

"That's the condition Justin. It's alright, I'll be there with you the whole time, okay?"

Justin hesitated and then nodded nervously.

Chapter 6
Special Clothing Needs

Major clothing store-Saturday afternoon
Nicholas

We got out of the Humvee and walked into the large store. Justin looked excited. It took about an hour and a half to get into the city but it was worth it. Adrian had agreed to cover for Justin back at the camp in case his stepmom came looking for him. Or should I say the lady. Justin wouldn't even tolerate her being called his stepmom anymore. From now on, she would be referred to as the lady.

The main reason for coming into the city was to make an official supply run for the camp. Normally, they would wait for the delivery truck to arrive, but that was three days away and things were running low thanks to the incompetence of that lady who called herself a manager. It was Adrian's turn to do the run but I had convinced him to let me do it since I had a lot more space in my vehicle than he did. I also told him about my plans for Justin. But most importantly, I had a big surprise for Justin and I couldn't wait to see his face.

"Justin, just ask him," I insisted, pointing to the salesman at the counter.

"I don't think so. It's too embarrassing," he said softly. "I'll just get regular pants."

"Look, I'm sure you're not the only one who has special clothing needs. People have a leg that's longer or an arm that's shorter, and yes, even dicks that are extra long."

"Aw, man," he whined. "What if he laughs at me? You ask him."

"No. That's another thing on my list we need to work on. You may have the biggest dick, but you still need to grow some balls. Now get over there," I said, with gritted teeth.

"Don't you mean grow some testicles?" he teased. He closed his eyes and groaned. "Fine, I'll ask him." Justin walked over to the counter looking very uncomfortable and stood in front of the attendant.

"May I help you, young man?" asked the young handsome fellow with slick hair and a stylish black suit.

"Yeah, um … do you have any pants for … for guys with big dicks?"

"E-excuse me?" asked the attendant curiously, with an amused smile, while taking a quick glance at his midsection.

I dropped my face into my hands and shook my head. I quickly got up and walked over. "Ahh, ahem … what he means is, do you have any jeans for boys custom tailored with an expanded crotch area."

"Yeah, that," said Justin, aglow with embarrassment.

"Oh. Well, as a matter of fact we do. Follow me gentlemen."

"What?" Justin whispered when he saw me glaring at him.

"You didn't have to be so explicit," I whispered back.

"Well, you didn't tell me how I was supposed to ask him. Maybe I should've used the word member. That seems to be your favorite word," he retorted with annoyance.

"Well at least you didn't say guys with big boners."

"I almost did." We stared at each other and burst out in giggles.

Just then the attendant stopped and turned around, looking at us from one to the other.

"Listen, you boys don't need to be embarrassed at all. We have several customers with your type of, um, special needs. I've had men using terms like dicks, boners, hardons, peckers, erections, appendages – you name it. I've had men who've actually made a life-size drawing and some who have even shown me pictures. I think you'll be satisfied with our selections.

"Well, um, does this mean you'll have to measure my dick … I mean my, um … p-pecker?" asked Justin wincing at his selection of terms.

The attendant looked at Justin as if he was tempted to say yes. "Um, no, that wouldn't be advisable. Right this way please," he said pulling on his collar.

He led us to a special section with all kinds of pants specially tailored to accommodate a longer than normal penis size and wider girth. He was very direct and very professional. Justin picked up a pair of jeans with the brand name Hamm's. We looked at each other and snorted in laughter. He also recommended some jock straps that would be adequate to our needs. I liked the sound of that.

"Alright, sir. If I could just get your Hancock on this receipt, you'll be all set," said the attendant, handing a pen to Nick. Justin started giggling as I was signing the form.

"What was so funny?" I asked as we were walking out.

"The guy wanted to get your Handcock. Get it? Your Hand-cock? He wanted you to slap your dick on the receipt," Justin said, as he burst out laughing.

"I'm gonna slap something else if you don't quit it," I said jovially.

"With your Hand-cock?" he giggled. I just stared at him and finally ended up laughing myself while shaking my head.

Before we were finished, I bought Justin some Hamm's jeans, some stylish shirts, stylish underwear briefs, a NY cap, some stylish new shoes, and to top it off, several jock straps. After I was done with him, there was no way anyone would ever say he looked dorky. I dare say they'd find him quite sexy. He said he'd try to find a way to pay me back later, but I told him not to worry about that.

Next on the list was a hair salon. I explained that combing his hair to the side was okay, but I wanted to change it to a sexier style. By the time the hairdresser handed him the mirror after she was done, we were both really impressed with the results. He walked out of there with a handsome boyish haircut, with a short length that almost made it look spiky with the right amount of mousse.

After that, we drove over to the optometrist for an eye exam. I wanted Justin to get rid of his oversized square thick-rimmed glasses and get a rimless designer pair with just a touch of bluish shading to match the color of his eyes along with some contact lenses. Adrian had provided me with Justin's insurance information on file that would cover the cost. The Optometrist happened to have a supply of contact lenses matching his prescription and had recommended he start wearing them so he could get used to them. While his glasses were being prepared, we went to a classy restaurant to grab some lunch.

As we sat in the booth waiting for our order, I kept glancing at his almost complete transformation. His gelled-up spiky hair complimented his handsome face perfectly. He actually looked hot. I noticed Justin also kept glancing at me while he sipped on his soda with his cute smile. He seemed more confident, more relaxed, and there was a certain aura of joyfulness and self-assurance that he didn't have before.

I found myself feeling protective of this sweet beautiful boy. I started feeling a little nervous about what I was about to do. If my plan worked, it would send a strong message to the lady to stop her abusive behavior towards Justin. But if it fails, then things could get a lot worse for him, and for me.

***

After purchasing all the supplies on my list, I got a message on my phone that Justin's glasses were ready for pickup. I had even bought him a pair of really cool sunglasses. After the vision center specialist finished making final adjustments to his glasses, it was time to spring my surprise on Justin.

"Where are we going now?" he asked as I maneuvered through the traffic.

"There's one more stop we have to make before we head back to camp."

I parked the Humvee in front of a small park nearby.

"What are we doing here?" he asked curiously.

"Another surprise. Come on," I said, as I grabbed a small satchel from the back seat.

"Man, you're full of surprises today, aren't you? Too bad. For a moment I thought you were taking me to a hotel," he said with a smirk.

Oh my God, was he serious? For a few seconds, I contemplated doing just that. We went to sit down on one of the benches and I looked at my watch. I realized we were a little late. I started looking around and I saw someone walking towards us from behind. He was a tall older gentleman with greying hair and a flair of sophistication about him. He looked at Justin and waved at me, confirming who he was. He gently placed his hand on Justin's shoulder which made the boy turn around a little startled.

"Grandpa!" he shouted excitedly, and he stood up to give him a tight bear hug.

"Hello, Justin. It's good to see you son."

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm just in town taking care of some business before I head into camp. You must be Nicholas," he said, extending his hand to me.

"Mr. Phillips, how are you sir? It's a pleasure to meet you."

He looked admiringly at Justin. "I take it you're the one responsible for this remarkable transformation?"

"Yes sir," I said sheepishly, feeling a slight blush.

"It's about time. I like it. You did a great job, Nick. Now, let's get down to business. Do you have the information?"

I grabbed the satchel and pulled out a manila folder and handed it to him. "Right here sir. It's all in there."

Mr. Phillips looked at the information with a serious expression. Justin walked over to me looking a little nervous. "Nick, what's going on?"

"Before we left camp, Adrian gave me the contact information to get ahold of your grandfather. I called him and explained your situation and the way the lady has been treating you. He called the Medical Cabin and authorized them to give you a full physical and to give me a copy of all the information they found about your injuries. Mr. Phillips and I agreed to meet here so I could give that to him. He wanted to look it over in private before he got back to the camp.

Justin suddenly had a panicked expression as he started breathing harder. "But Nick, you had no right. You should've asked me first. Why didn't you tell me? Do you realize what you've done?"

"Hey, it's all right. Nothing's gonna happen to you. That's why …"

"It's not all right. That's why I didn't want the doctor to see me," he said with his eyes bulging out. "You don't understand! She told me that if anyone ever found out about my scars she was gonna lock me in her dark closet again. She's done it before," he whimpered almost in a panic.

"When? How long did she keep you in there?" Mr. Phillips asked with concern.

"For two days," he said, with his eyes pooling with tears. "It was pitch dark and she wouldn't give me anything to eat or drink and I couldn't even go to the bathroom. She even made me clean my own shit when she finally let me out. Don't tell her anything, grandpa. Please don't tell her you know about this," he pleaded as he buried his head into his chest.

"Listen to me, son. Hey, listen to me. I'm not gonna let her hurt you anymore, you hear me? Not ever again. That's a promise," Mr. Phillips said emphatically.

I went over to him. "Justin, I'm sorry. But I had no choice. The law says that we have to report any suspicions of child abuse and the doctors take that very seriously. If I hadn't, I could've gotten into trouble. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No," he said wiping his tears. "But I'm scared. What's gonna happen now?"

Mr. Phillips put his hand on Justin's shoulder. "Justin, I'm gonna have to confront her about this."

"Nooo!"

"I have no choice. But it's not gonna be easy. We're talking about my son's wife. I'm gonna have to be really delicate about this. Either way, as the Director of that camp, it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of everyone there, especially my own grandson."

"Then I can't go back there. Please don't make me go back," he pleaded.

Mr. Phillips sighed and turned to me. "Nick, I need to ask a favor of you. There's a public campground near the Rainbow Spirit with rental cabins. Would you mind if I put you and Justin in one of those cabins until the dust settles?

"Yes, of course. In fact, I was renting one of them before I got hired and I was supposed to be out today. I can just ask them if I can extend my stay.

"Good idea. Who are you training with?"

"Um, Adrian."

"Okay, I'll fill him in on what's going on when I get back. In the meantime, let's get all those supplies you bought into my truck. You still have the company credit card with you?"

"Yeah," I said, as I pulled it out of my pocket.

"Keep it with you for now so you can pay for the cabin and whatever food and supplies you need. And I also want you to fill out an expense report so we can reimburse you for everything you've spent on Justin."

"Thank you, Mr. Phillips. That's very generous of you."

"Well, it was money well spent. Thank you for what you've done and for taking care of my grandson. You're a good man, Nick. This is your first day and I'm already impressed with your performance."

Mr. Phillips turned to Justin who seemed to be calming down. "Justin, I have to see this with my own eyes just to be sure. Can you show me the scars on your back?" Justin turned around and lifted his shirt. "My God, that lady …" he commented, shaking his head. "Justin, do you know if she's done this to anyone else at the camp or to your stepsisters?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Alright. Well, let's head down to your vehicle Nick."

As we were on the highway headed back to camp, I suddenly realized that I would be spending a few nights alone with Justin in that cabin. What am I gonna do if he makes the first move? What if I make the first move? What if someone finds out? I started remembering what Adrian said. Any sexual contact with these boys has to be consensual.

I decided right there and then that if anything happened, it was only going to happen if Justin made the first move. But what if he didn't? Despite my assurances to Adrian, I was having serious doubts about my ability to exercise some self-control. What if I can't help myself, like when I started fondling Jayden? I started wondering if it was possible to put a chastity belt on him and toss the key in the lake.

Chapter 7
Straight Talk

Public rental cabin, Saturday evening
Justin

I stood in front of the dresser and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My hair looked perfect with not a single hair out of place. My shirt and my pants were the same style I'd seen the boys at my school wearing. They were the same style that I always begged the lady to buy me, but she never did. She'd always make me wear hand-me-downs that she would pick out for me at the Goodwill. Now I can just get rid of them and I knew exactly how I was gonna do it. I turned around to look at Nick who was leaning back on his bed. "Nick, this is incredible. I'm really impressed. Thank you so much."

Nick got up and took out his phone. "Ah, there's my reward. You're welcome, Justin. It was my pleasure. Now let me take a picture of you now that you look smoking hot."

Wow. He actually thinks I look hot? Never in my dreams did I ever expect anyone to say that about me. Does that mean he thinks I look sexy? Does this mean he's attracted to me? What could I do to find out? Hmm, maybe if I …

"Hey Nick, I'm gonna go take my shower now, okay?"

"Okay, Justin. I'll make some spaghetti and it should be ready by the time you're finished."

"Good because I'm starving."

I walked into the restroom and closed the door making sure it was unlocked. After stripping off my clothes I just stood there naked staring back at the door. I slowly turned the doorknob and pulled the door open a little bit. I was hoping Nick would find some excuse to want to come in while I was showering. I wanted him to see me naked, but I was too shy to just strip right in front of him.

I want to be intimate with him so bad, but I don't know if he feels the same way. I decided to just wait and see if he makes the first move. I entered the shower and doused myself, letting the water run down my head. I started stroking my boner with one hand while fondling my nuts with the other. My boner was at full staff. I started imagining how Nicholas would look naked.

I rubbed my hand over my chest and closed my eyes allowing myself to indulge in the surge of arousals going through my body. I stroked my long shaft with a tight grip while running my fingers through my wet hair as I felt my body going through a higher level of eroticism. I remembered Jayden standing completely naked in this very same shower. I remembered his facial expressions and the look on Nick's face when my boner popped out right in front of him. I started thinking of excuses I could use to call out to him just so he would come in and see me naked.

My body shuddered as I felt the sensations of an oncoming orgasm. This feels so good! It'd been a while since the last time I did this and it had been building up. I gasped as I felt the spasms in my dick pumping out ropes of cum lassoing through the air. During my orgasmic ecstasy, I clumsily stepped on the shower curtain which pulled on the curtain rod and brought the whole thing crashing down loudly at the same time my cum was squirting out.

Despite realizing the disturbance I had caused, my orgasmic spasms would not be interrupted as waves of ecstasy flowed through my body as I kept jerking off. I leaned against the side wall with my eyes closed as I tried to prolong the ecstasy. I slowly opened my eyes and froze in shock when I noticed Nick standing in front of the toilet just staring at my boner, open-mouthed.

"I, um, I heard the loud noise and …" He hesitated for a moment as he just kept staring. "Ah, we can fix the curtain later. It shouldn't be too hard … I mean – well, it's hard, but … what I meant was … I'll just wait out here so you can finish up with your, um … yeah," he stammered, as he walked out with a red face.

I just closed my eyes and leaned my head back with a groan of embarrassment mixed with feelings of excitement. Then I started laughing to myself at Nick's reaction.

Several minutes later I put on a t-shirt and some shorts. Me and Nick were sitting cross-legged on his bed facing each other. After the shock and total embarrassment of being caught jacking off in the shower, I decided to just open up to Nick and start sharing some of my most private feelings and concerns with him. It couldn't be any more embarrassing than getting caught jacking off. In a way, I kind of got my wish of finding some way of getting Nick to see me completely naked and with a boner to top it off.

I started to feel really comfortable talking with him and found myself relaxing a bit. He was a good listener and asked questions in a soft comforting voice. He never seemed judgmental or dismissive like some other people I've tried to talk to. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. I think he knew I was attracted to him and part of me felt like he was also attracted to me. But I could tell he was making a strong effort to hold himself back for some reason. I guess in his mind it would be illegal to have any kind of relationship with a thirteen-year old.

"Justin, how does it … I mean, how do you, um …" Nicholas just stared at me for a moment.

"Nick, it's okay. Just ask me what you wanna ask me. It's about my member, right?" I asked with a smile.

"Don't you mean your dick?" He made me start giggling. "How does it feel to have such a huge penis?"

"By the time I got to sixth grade, I began to notice that my sudden 'growth spurt' was beginning to have a mind of its own while showering with the other boys after P.E. Sometimes I'd step out of the showers not fully rinsed just so nobody would notice my sudden giant boner popping out. Then, when I got to middle school, I avoided the showers and decided to use the restroom stalls to change.

"You know, a lot of people would consider what I have as a gift. Well, it's not. At least it hasn't been for me. Every time I get a boner while I'm wearing my pants or my shorts, it gets so tight that it starts hurting. Even when I'm not hard, it still feels tight. I'm always having to adjust how I sit and I'm always having to adjust my dick at school without being noticed. I can't even go to the swimming pool without people noticing my big tenting bulge. I even got scolded by a lifeguard last summer telling me that my swimming apparel was inappropriate. I haven't gone swimming ever since."

"I'm sorry, Justin. I hadn't really thought about all those side-effects of your, um, endowment. I'm used to hearing everyone say that bigger is better, but none of them have been in your shoes. Seeing someone well-hung is nice to look at but I'm beginning to see your point."

"Nick, can I let you in on another secret?"

"Of course, Justin. Anything."

"Well, ever since I was younger, I've always had this fantasy of wearing makeup on my face." I paused to see how he would react. He seemed genuinely interested.

"Okay, nothing wrong with that. Have you ever tried putting some on?"

Feeling a bit relieved, I continued. "Not really. I didn't know how. The only problem was that I had to wear those ugly glasses and my hair looked all nerdy. And to top it off, I had to wear those cheap raggedy clothes. I would've looked like some cheap hooker with a flower in her hair."

"Well, we've taken care of most of your obstacles. The ugly glasses are gone, the cheap clothes are gone, and now you have a sexy haircut. The only thing you need is someone to show you how to put some on."

"Yeah, well there's another obstacle. The lady would throw a fit if she even caught me with a makeup kit."

"Don't worry. I'll help you figure this out before the end of this session." Nick reached up and brushed my cheek. "Like I said before, you have a beautiful face with beautiful eyes and wearing makeup can only enhance your natural beauty."

That's it – I could feel my heart fluttering. I felt the puncture of Cupid's arrow. I was totally smitten. I wanted to reach out and kiss his tender lips and press my body against his. "Well, thanks for listening," I said looking downward. "You're actually the only person I've talked to about any of this. In fact, you and Jayden are two out of a very few who've seen my full erection."

"Then I'll consider myself lucky. Listen, before I cut off your underwear when I was treating your wound, you said you had a deformity. Why would you call that a deformity?"

"Well, um, that's what my dad calls it. One time he caught me jacking off at home and he wanted to talk to me about it. He called the size of my penis a deformity and an abomination and told me I should stay away from public showers and to just avoid exposing myself to anyone. I was so embarrassed I just wanted to crawl under a rock."

"Well, you know what? It's not a deformity and it is definitely not an abomination. And I think that someday you'll come to realize that it can actually be a benefit. Just out of curiosity, how long is it?"

"I don't even know. I've never thought about measuring it before."

"Would you mind if I bring a ruler so you can measure it? I'm just curious."

Another opportunity to show him my dick? Twice in one day?? Awesome. "I guess not."

Nicholas opened up his suitcase, pulled out a measuring tape and handed it to me. "You want me to step out of the room?"

"Dude, seriously? You just caught me jacking off in the shower." I stood on my knees on his bed and pulled down the front of my shorts. It was hard to hold my shirt up so I just pulled it off. Seeing an opportunity, I pushed my shorts down to my knees. In its flaccid state, it measured almost five inches. Then I noticed Nick getting a horny expression on his face which is just what I wanted. He casually reached down to adjust his obvious boner. My own boner started getting higher and higher until it was at about 145 degrees. Mission accomplished.

He stared at me as if coming to a conclusion about what it was that got me so hard. "Whoa," he said, swallowing hard. "That is one giant member, dude. May I?" he asked, holding his hand out for the tape measure without taking his eyes off my dick.

I put the tape in his hand feeling a bit of a thrill. I felt a bit euphoric at the thought of him touching my hard cock to measure it. This could be the first move I'd been hoping for. Then to my dismay he handed it back to me with a look of confusion.

"Mmm, maybe you should handle that."

He looked like he was going through some kind of mental struggle in his head. With a feeling of disappointment, I started measuring my full erection. It still felt so good to have him stare at me all horny-like while I just let it hang out in the wild like this. It was awesome to be able to feel all these arousals without it being painful.

"Justin, this is incredible. Almost nine inches. That's bigger than most adults. It must be really painful getting those random boners at school during class."

"Shit, like you wouldn't believe."

I looked down at my penis which was still in full erection mode as I thought about my next move. He got me to measure my dick, now it was time I got him to measure his. "Hey Nick, just to have a comparison of what a normal penis looks like, could you, um … I mean would you consider …" I started getting nervous. "Would you mind measuring your own m-member?"

He hesitated for a moment looking like he was trying to make up his mind. Come on, Nick. Say yes. Please say yes. I wanna see what your boner looks like. He got up on his knees and pulled down his shorts and underwear. He left his t-shirt on with the bottom resting at the base of his penis. One look at his full erection made my boner start twitching. He was circumcised just like me and his pubic hair was nicely groomed. He grabbed the measuring tape and quickly took the measure. "Almost six inches," he said, as he kept staring at my boner. I intentionally started making it bob up and down which made him focus on it even more.

"What about when it's soft?" I asked playfully.

Nick looked at me with embarrassment. "I think it's gonna be a while," he said shyly.

I felt a nervous excitement as Nick and I just knelt on his bed facing each other just a couple of feet apart. He looked even more nervous than I did. I could feel the sexual tension building stronger and stronger. Who was gonna make the first move? Fuck it – I'm just gonna go for it. I inched myself closer to him and to my pleasant surprise, he started coming towards me. And then his phone started ringing. Son of a bitch.

Nick looked like he was pulling himself out of a trance as he quickly pulled up his shorts and started fumbling for his phone. "Hello, this is Nick," he said into the phone almost gasping. "At what time?" He looked at me. "It's Adrian. He's inviting us to join them around a campfire. Wanna go?"

"Not really. I mean, I – I guess so." I was trying to come up with an excuse not to go, but I couldn't think of any. We came so close to doing something sexual with each other. I wanted to spend the whole evening with just the two of us. I felt so disappointed.

"Alright, Adrian, we'll be on our way. Thanks."

Half an hour later
(Justin)

Nick must've noticed that I was walking slowly and dragging my feet as we approached a large campfire in front of the lake. Several boys from different groups sat cross-legged around the crackling fire. There was another large campfire a few yards away with another group of boys. Nick waited for me to catch up.

"Hey, remember what I told you yesterday? I'm gonna make this a safe zone and I'm gonna make sure no one teases nobody, okay?"

I nodded with a guarded smile. Nick walked up to Adrian and shook his hand warmly. Then I saw all the boys turn their heads, staring at me. Every – single – one of them. I just stood there frozen not knowing what to do. Then I heard a short whistle and saw Nick waving for me to join him. I walked over and sat down with Adrian's group feeling a little more relieved.

All of them started complimenting me with wide smiles as they checked out my NY cap and my new haircut. They started asking me questions about my new clothes and my new blue-shaded glasses. They were thrilled when I told them I also had contact lenses. I was a bit startled when I heard one of the boys from another group call my name. I looked around nervously to see who it was, already expecting them to start making fun of me. It was Max, one of the boys my age who usually joined in with the cat calls.

"Hey, Justin, I ahh … I like your new haircut. You look cool man."

What? Is he trying to play a cruel joke on me?

"Yeah," said another boy. "I like your new duds, too." Some of the other boys started giving me a thumbs up. They started talking among themselves while glancing in my direction. But instead of seeing faces of contempt and ridicule like I usually did, instead they looked impressed and had expressions of respect, and … it looked like they were giving me the same kind of looks that Nick was giving me when I was measuring my boner.

In a way it felt pretty good that these boys from the other groups, who didn't know me, were finding something to admire about me instead of something to criticize like they had been doing. I wasn't used to getting this much attention, but I was beginning to like it. Frankie, the fifteen-year old who usually started the catcalls just stared at me with a scornful expression. When a few of the other boys got up and came to sit down next to us, Frankie tried to convince them to stay. Despite his objections, they started conversing with our group and they actually included me in their conversations.

Max scooted himself next to me and started checking me out. "Hey man, I'm sorry about the way we've been treatin' you. That was pretty fucked up and we shouldn'a done it." The other boys started murmuring their own versions of an apology. "Look, I'll make sure this doesn't happen again. Can we start over? My name's Max," he said with a cute smile, extending his hand.

"Hi Max. I'm Justin," I responded with a guarded smile as I tried to gage his sincerity. Then I noticed something odd that I hadn't noticed before. His fingernails were painted light blue and he was wearing makeup. Was he emo? Transgender? Could he actually be queer? Does he put his makeup on himself? He had his black cap on backwards wearing a jean jacket over his shirt. His face looked … beautiful. I caught myself staring at him a little longer than I should have, but he didn't seem to mind as he stared back just as long. Wearing makeup was something I had been thinking about for the longest time, but I was always too afraid of the lady to even attempt it, even when I was alone in my own room.

"Wassup, Justin?" Max started introducing me to some of the other boys in his group. "Dude, from now on, anybody who tries to fuck with you and shit is gonna have to go through me," he said loud enough for Frankie to hear. Frankie's face contorted with anger as he got up and walked off towards the other campfire. I didn't like the look on his face.

I found myself easily conversing with these other boys. For the first time in a long time, I didn't have to think about coming up with conversation starters or pre-planning what I was going to say. The conversations just flowed between all of us and I found myself being treated like an equal. They're actually treating me different and I'm pretty sure my transformation had a lot to do with it. Nicholas was right. He'd actually pulled it off. I looked over at Nick and Adrian and they each gave me a thumbs up with wide smiles. I smiled back and formed the words 'Thank you' with my lips.

"Alright everyone. Listen up," Adrian said, snapping his fingers as he got to his feet. "It's time for Straight Talk. All of you know what this is. If any of you feel uncomfortable before or after we begin, feel free to head over to the other campfire where they'll be having more traditional discussions. Just remember that whatever is said in this group stays in this group and will not be repeated to anyone else. You decide what you wanna do."

Every single boy decided to stay. "Alright then. You can ask any question about any subject using whatever language you want without getting in trouble. Who wants to start?"

A boy from another camp raised his hand. He looked to be around ten. "Um, if I'm fucking another boy in the ass and he throws a fart, will my dick explode?"

Everyone started laughing and giggling. "Yeah, I guess you could call that popping a boner," said another boy which caused an eruption of laughter from the whole group.

"No, your dick will not explode," said Adrian with his hand over his mouth trying to contain his own giggling.

An older boy raised his hand. "When a guy's fucking a girl, can she squeeze her pussy around his dick and hold it there? Is that why it's called a snatch?"

This time it was Adrian and Nick who were doing most of the laughing. "No, a girl cannot suck your dick into her pussy and hold it there. And I really don't know why it's called a snatch," Adrian responded trying to stay serious.

Without even thinking, I raised my own hand and looked directly at Nick. Everyone leaned in looking attentively at my uncharacteristic participation. "Nick, if for example, I wanna put my mouth over your boner, do I say I wanna give you a blowjob, or do I say I wanna suck your dick? What's the difference? Am I supposed to blow you or am I supposed to suck you?"

Adrian looked at Nick to answer the question. He cleared his throat and swallowed as he stared back at me with a slight blush. "Um, ahem … good question, Justin. However you wanna ask it, there is no blowing or sucking required for you to give someone a blow job or to suck my dick – I … I mean, to suck someone's dick," he quickly corrected himself.

The boys started snickering and giggling among themselves. Nick was looking mighty embarrassed at his unintentional gaff. Then I started wondering if it was really unintentional.

Then Jayden raised his hand. "Jayden, what's your question?" asked Nick.

"Did you say we could ask any question? Any question at all?"

"Yup. That's what we said." he responded.

"Well um … can you tell us about your first sexual experience?" asked Jayden excitedly.

Nick looked at Adrian. "Well I sure fell into that one, didn't I?"

"Well, let me clarify something guys," started Adrian. "Just because you ask a question doesn't mean …"

"That's okay, Adrian. I'll answer the question." All the boys quieted down and leaned in to hear my story. "When I was about ten years old, I went to my cousin's swimming party for his birthday. When the party was over, I asked my parents if I could spend the night. Later that evening when everyone was asleep, me and my cousin slipped into the pool again. One of the lights was still on so it wasn't completely dark. That's when he introduced me to the water jets shooting out from the side of the pool. He pulled down his trunks and placed his boner over the jets. By the look on his face, I could tell he was getting pretty horny at the time.

"Then he asked me to try it. I pulled down my trunks and positioned myself. Now that's what you would call popping a boner. Then we both pulled off our trunks completely and started skinny dipping. I liked the way those water jets made me feel so I went and positioned my boner over the water jet again. Then my cousin swam behind me and pressed his boner up my butt between my legs. When I turned around, I wrapped my legs around his and pressed my boner against his. While keeping our boners pressed together, we both positioned ourselves so that the water jets were stimulating both of us at the same time. That was my first sexual experience."

"Wow," everyone intoned reverently.

I noticed Brad and Alan sitting to the side. Alan was sitting between Brad's legs leaning against him with Brad wrapping his arms around him and cupping his chin over Alan's shoulder affectionately. I wish me and Nick could be like that. "Nick," I said raising my hand again as I shyly made mindless doodles in the sand with my finger. "Just to follow up on Jayden's question, can you tell us about the first time you … you fell in love?" I looked up and gave Nick a meaningful stare.

Nick stayed quiet for a moment as he stared back at me. "Um, to be honest with you, I've never actually fallen in love with anybody. I've fooled around with some guys at school, but it never got too serious." There was an awkward silence as Nick and I kept staring at each other.

Then Max raised his hand. "Hey Nick, since we're allowed to ask any questions, if I ask you to strip naked for us, would you say yes?"

We all started laughing at Nick's reaction. Nick smiled and got to his feet. "You wanna know my answer?" He unbuttoned his pants with a seductive smile and started moving is hips teasingly as he started pulling them down a bit. All the boys sat up straight in anticipation. Then he buttoned them up again. "The answer is no," he said, as he sat back down laughing to a chorus of boos and jeers.

Then Adrian's phone started ringing. He was too far away to hear what he was saying but as soon as he hung up, he came up to me and Jayden and sat down. "Jayden, that was Melanie. She wants you to do that thing you were gonna do last Thursday."

"What?" asked Jayden in surprise. "Right now?"

"Yeah, she wants you and Justin to be on your way." He turned to Max. "Melanie also wanted to know if you'd like join the party."

"What? Me?! She asked for me?" he asked in awe.

"That's what she said. Look, it's up to you, but she did promise you guys a load of junk food for our camp. It sure would satisfy everyone's sweet tooth for the next few days."

Max recovered his composure and shrugged his shoulders. "That's cool. No prob'. I guess I can go and check it out," Max said, straightening his denim jacket trying to act cool.

"Well, what about Nick?" I asked. "I'm supposed to be staying at his cabin tonight."

"Justin, you know Nick doesn't know anything about this yet. This is like top secret stuff. He'll eventually find out about it later on. I'll tell him you guys had to deliver some stuff to the girl's cabin and he'll be waiting for you on your way back."

"Can I stay with them overnight, Adrian? Please?" Jayden asked pleadingly.

"Not a chance. Sorry kiddo, but if Mr. Phillips stops by Nick's cabin and finds you there, I'm out of a job."

"Rats!"

Chapter 8
Above Top Secret

Nicholas' rental cabin, Saturday evening
Nicholas

Feeling a little tired from such a long day, I decided to come back early and get some rest. I was paging through the training manual Adrian had loaned me, while surfing through the channels and munching on a sandwich and some chips. I still felt a little uneasy about where Justin and Jayden had gone to and what exactly they were doing. Mr. Phillips had put me in charge of watching over Justin. What if he stopped by and found out he wasn't even here? According to Adrian, they were taking some kind of delivery to Melanie's cabin and would be back in a couple of hours. I offered to walk them over, but Adrian said male counselors weren't allowed in the girl's camp after dark. Not even Justin could pull that off.

Just then, I heard a light knocking on the door. Could that be Jayden and Justin back so soon? I went to open the door and to my surprise, not only were both of them standing at the door, but there were several other boys and girls waiting on the trail. I noticed one other boy walking far away looking over his shoulder. He kind of looked like … Wait, what are these girls doing out of camp? "Hey, guys, um … what's going on?"

Jayden and Justin looked at each other, waiting for the other to start talking. Then both of them walked in and closed the door for a more private conversation. "Nick, we need to ask you for a huge favor," offered Jayden nervously. "Can we use your cabin to put on a little show for some friends?"

"I'm gonna need a little more than that guys."

Justin stepped in. "Nick, Melanie and her friends started a tradition a couple of years ago. Not too many people know about this except for Adrian and one of the girl's counselors. What I'm about to tell you is, like, top secret stuff. And I'm talking about death penalty-level top secret. Can we trust you?"

"Yes, of course you can trust me. I thought you would know that by now," I said starting to feel intrigued.

"Well, every session, Melanie and her friends select a couple of boys from camp to come in and put on a show for them in their cabin. And for payment, she sends a whole bunch of junk food and snacks enough for the entire boy's camp. But the only way to get the boys into the girl's camp and into her cabin without being stopped is if I walk them over there.

"But things have been getting a little crazy. My grandpa stopped by to see how Melanie was doing and said there was a possibility that Melanie's mom might be staying with them for a while. Nick, I think he might fire her," Justin said a bit enthusiastically. "That kind of threw a big wrench into tonight's plans."

"What kind of show are we talking about here?" I asked a little nervously.

Jayden stepped up. "Oh, I'm just gonna be doing some dancing in some costume for them. No big deal," he said, being suspiciously vague.

"Come on, boys, I wasn't born yesterday. Are we talking about undressing or doing some kind of striptease?"

"Mmm, maybe just a little," Jayden said, showing a small space between two fingers.

"Nick, please," said Justin with puppy-eyes. "I've never been invited to something like this before. In fact, I've never been invited to anything. I'm starting to make new friends and … and I have you to thank for that, and everything you've done for me. Please don't blow this for me."

"Alright, but only on one condition – you'll be able to strip but only down to your underwear, you hear me? No nudity."

"Aw, come on, Nick. Please! That's the whole point of …" Jayden started.

I put my hand up. "No, don't tell me another word." Oh God, here we go again. I could feel my penis already inflating. I can't believe I'm thinking of even having this conversation with them, let alone allowing this to happen.

"It's all right Nick," said Justin. "These girls have been doing this for a while. They know what they're doing and you won't get in trouble.

"But Justin, aren't Melanie and her friends lesbians? Why would they want to see something like this? Unless they're bi."

"They're not lesbian. And these camps aren't just for the LGBT. They're also for their family members. They came here to this camp to support me."

I remembered what Adrian had told me about it being okay to just give in to my urges. Despite my reservations, I figured I'd only be a bystander in this whole operation if I allowed this. I wouldn't be forcing or enticing anyone to do anything. I'll just be one of the observers who has nothing to do with whatever they decide they wanna do. If anything happens, I'll just say it wasn't my fault that this boy decided to strip naked. I'll say I didn't know. They couldn't charge me for that, could they?

"Alright, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll allow this but only if you don't tell me what you're all going to be doing. I'm just gonna sit back and not get involved. If anybody else finds out, I'll have plausible deniability. And just to rephrase what I said earlier, I don't wanna see you pulling down your own underwear with your own hands. Do you catch what I'm saying?"

Jayden and Justin looked at each other with wide smiles. "Yeah, we catch you."

"Make sure you tell the others what I said. I don't want to hear one single word about what's gonna happen." I was kind of relieved they didn't suggest that I just wait outside.

The boys opened the door and gave everyone a thumbs up making the crowd whoop and cheer. Everyone started pouring in with Melanie pulling in a large wagon full of a whole variety of junk food and another girl pulling a small ice chest full of sodas.

Justin started with the introductions. "Nick, this is my stepsister Melanie, and these are her two friends Briana and Amy. And of course, you know my new friend Max. Everyone, this is Nicholas, the new counselor." Everyone greeted me cheerfully.

Melanie walked up to me while the rest of them started distributing all the snacks. "Nicholas, it's a great pleasure to finally meet you in person," she said staring at my body. "I've heard so much about you."

"Nice things, I hope. You can call me Nick."

"Hey, I wanna thank you for what you've done with Justin." She stared at Justin admiringly for a moment as he was talking with the other boys. "He seems so different now, not only in his appearance, but also in his behavior. There's this glow about him that I haven't seen before. He looks a lot more confident. I really like what you've done. Despite the fact that he's my stepbrother, I think he looks kind of hot now."

"Well, it was my pleasure. Justin has been telling me about how you and your sisters have been supportive of him and how you've been trying to keep him out of trouble with your mom. So I wanna thank you for that."

Melanie shook her head. "Mom hates him. She's always gonna hate him no matter how much we try to defend him. It's not his fault my dad cheated on mom. Anyways, thank you for letting us hang out in your cabin. This may be our last opportunity before the shit hits the fan with mom and grandpa."

A few minutes later, I stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter watching these three boys and three girls rearranging the furniture while eating junk food and drinking sodas. The coffee table was full of candy wrappers and soda cans and empty pudding containers and who knows what else.

Melanie and her friends kept glancing at me and giggling to each other. They were kind of cute. Melanie was fourteen with raven black hair combed to the side. Briana was twelve with dark hair that went down half her back. Amy was only eleven with light brown hair with long wavy pigtails. After taking a few more glances at me, they started focusing even more on Justin. This was the first time they had gotten a good look at his transformation under the bright lights.

The last guest to be introduced took me by surprise. It was Max, one of the boys who took part in tormenting and humiliating Justin back at camp. At first, I was a little annoyed by his presence, but then I saw how he and Justin were getting along with each other. Justin had introduced him as his new friend. It was good to see that they were acting like best buddies now.

Maybe Adrian's stern lecture this afternoon did the trick with these boys. Max was like a whole different person. I never paid enough attention to realize that Max was a very sexy looking boy. His longish ruffled brown hair made him look smoking hot the way one side spilled over to the sides. And that makeup he was wearing made him look beautiful and so angelic.

He wore light blue eyeliner with thick eyelashes, soft red lipstick, one crystal ear ring, some worn out beltless jeans that he wore provocatively low with a spattering of small blue stars, and some light blue nail polish to match his makeup. He was wearing a jean jacket with a black t-shirt underneath, and a weathered black cap with the stars and stripes forming the word BOY. And to top it off, he had some sleek gold-tinted sunglasses over the visor.

He looked like one of those skater boys that walks around with a certain assertiveness that makes him look cool in a natural sort of way. I wonder if Max is gonna be doing any kind of performance of his own. Hooo, man, what a heart stopper that would be. I'm gonna have to keep my distance or he's gonna bring me over the edge and make me do something I'll regret later. I couldn't believe I was actually allowing all this to happen in the privacy of my very own cabin.

Although nobody had told me exactly what Jayden was gonna be doing, I wasn't naïve. I had a pretty good idea what he was gonna do. I looked down and noticed my bottle of medication on the counter. I picked it up and rolled it in my hand watching the pills tumbling inside. I decided it would be a lot safer if I took these right away, especially now. Not only did I have to endure the temptations of this little performance, but Justin was going to be spending the night. I poured myself a glass of water and tossed two pills into my palm.

"Hey, Nick; what's up, dude?" I turned around and saw it was Max.

"Max! Hey, how are you doing?"

"I just wanna say that you did a fucking awesome job with Justin. He told me all the shit you did for him. He looks really cool with his new hairstyle and those badass outfits you got him. And those new blue-tinted glasses he has now – whoa dude, he looks hotter than fuck. I was really impressed."

This was the first time I've had a direct conversation with this thirteen-year old. I was intrigued by how fast his cussing had stirred up some powerful feelings between my legs. I hadn't expected him to be talking to one of the counselors in such a cavalier fashion. He was acting like if I was one of the boys. In a way, I kind of liked that.

"Well, thank you Max. I'm sure glad you boys decided to stop picking on him so much and so I wanna thank you for that as well."

He looked regretful. "I don't even know why we ever started doing that. It only took one person to start that shit and it was like a fucking chain reaction. I guess we all thought that if we didn't join in, the others would say we were being pussies. That was fucked up. But me and Justin are cool now. He's cool with the other boys too. I told him that if anyone tries to fuck with him, all he has to do is call me and I'll knock their fucking teeth out."

"So, does this sudden change of heart have anything to do with his new looks?"

"Yeah, maybe," he said, looking towards Justin. I was surprised by his honesty. "He looks really hot, don't you think? Besides, Adrian was right when he chewed our asses off back at the camp. We deserved it. We should've had his back from the beginning instead of ragging on him all the time."

"Well you know what Max? You and your group have restored my faith in Rainbow Spirit Camp. Justin's been through a lot of pain and he's been getting it from all angles. I'm really glad you guys decided to become friends. He's looking a lot more confident now."

"Yeah, and a lot sexier, too. In fact, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. When Jayden's doing his thing, we wanted to see if we can convince Justin to join him. It'd be fucking awesome if we can get him to strip naked also. I bet you'd like that too, huh?"

"Well, I can try. But from what I've seen, he's been a very shy person. I don't think he'll do it especially with his stepsister right in front of him."

"Yeah, but they've only known each other for less than two years. And have you seen the way she's been eyeballing his junk?"

"Well, I don't want any of you pressuring him. I don't mind you asking him, but you tell your friends that if he makes up his mind that he doesn't want to, I want all of you to back off."

"Sure thing, Nick. But, um, if he refuses, maybe we could convince you to do a naked strip dance for us, or maybe just a private one for me." Max walked up to me and pulled out his waist band and showed me his thick erect cock. "I can be very persuasive you know." He cupped his hand over my groin and gave it a couple of gentle squeezes while giving me his most seductive smile.

"Max, we're gonna start the show," shouted Melanie from the living room.

"Here we go," said Max, a little excited as he walked off.

I bent down and tapped my forehead on the counter a few times as I tried to bring myself down from my sexual overdrive. Here we go indeed. I've never had a boy touch me like that before and it just lit me up inside. I wanted more – a lot more. I wanted to feel his hand reaching down my pants and grabbing my balls and squeezing my boner and jerking me off.

(Gasp)

I think it'd be better if I just take myself away from these wild temptations and wait in the Humvee. That's what the therapist had been drilling into my head during all those therapy sessions at that treatment program. Just keep away from temptations. I could just jerk myself off in there. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I opened my palm and stared at the two pills still in my hand. I tossed them in my mouth and grabbed the glass of water to wash them down.

After a moment of self-reflection, I realized I was gonna be missing out on something really extraordinary. How many times does a boylover get an opportunity to watch a young boy strip naked in front of me and a group of other kids? I spit the pills back into my hand in disgust. The more I stared at them, the more I started to hate them and what they represented. Adrian was right. These pills have been responsible for getting in the way of my sexual enjoyment for way too long.

They've been robbing me of the full spectrum of my sexual gratification. I'm a boylover and I love looking at naked boys. I don't want these stupid pills suppressing my urges anymore. I like having these urges and being able to feel the pleasures of being fully aroused. Those boys that I fondled in those showers weren't traumatized. They liked what I was doing. I didn't force them. And when I was fondling Jayden, he liked it, too.

I know in my heart that I would never deliberately hurt any of these boys without having to take this damned medication. Fuck these pills. Without further thought, I grabbed the bottle and poured all the pills down the drain. Good riddance. It's about time I started to loosen up and start enjoying myself from now on. No more holding back. No more feeling guilty. As long as everything's consensual, if Jayden wants to do a strip dance, I'm game.

Chapter 9
Rising Members

Nicholas's cabin

The kids had arranged the sofas and chairs in a horseshoe formation with the coffee table at the end. Max was sitting next to Justin on the sofa in a somewhat affectionate manner. Justin started waving at me to come sit with them and sat me down between Max and himself. The girls were sitting on the opposite side. Melanie hooked her phone up to some speakers and started the music. It was an old fashioned nonverbal funky selection full of acoustics and percussions and clapping which set the mood perfectly.

Jayden came out of the bathroom wearing a dark blue caped costume with splashes of white ribbons. The upper portion was a crop-top unbuttoned vest made of a mesh material that was partially transparent. The bottom portion was a pair of shorts of the same color and mesh material, with the hips exposed seductively. He was wearing shiny candy-apple red gloves that went up to his elbows with matching lace-up red boots that went up to his knees.

The shorts were skin-tight and accentuated all his curves provocatively. I could see the line of his butt crack through the mesh material. The back of the shorts rode up so high that the bottom of his butt-cheeks squeezed out and were maddeningly evident. I could see through the mesh material and I could tell he wasn't wearing anything underneath. I remembered finding that same suit in the backpack that he had left in the Humvee when I was tending to Justin's wounds. So, this's what that was all about; Jayden was on his way to perform for the girls when Justin got hurt.

Now, Jayden climbed onto the coffee table and started his dance routine. He started moving his lithe body in typical striptease fashion by rubbing his body with his hands and turning in circles, then bending down to shake his cute little butt at us, which caused his shorts to ride up even higher into his butt crack. After some erotic moves, he started peeling back his vest and shaking it down his arms, revealing his smooth chest. I felt Max casually place his hand on my thigh just a little too close to my crotch. Despite the arousal, I gently pushed it away.

Jayden stepped off the coffee table and knelt down in front of the girls, shaking his shoulders seductively while they slowly pulled his vest all the way down, leaving him bare-chested. He was really enjoying this. What didn't come off were the red gloves and his cape. He got up and started strutting around. He stood in front of me and the boys with his back to us and shook his butt in our faces. Max eagerly reached out and squeezed it for a few seconds while Jayden continued his dance. Justin smiled shyly and reluctantly reached out with his own hand to cup Jayden's butt.

While moving his hips from side to side, Jayden unbuttoned the shorts, pulled down the zipper, and turned around. He seductively pulled them halfway down his butt. He walked over, stood in front of the girls, and raised his hands while swiveling his hips. The girls looked at each other, then started pulling down the shorts, nice and slow. They wanted to make this moment last. Let's see how long they can restrain themselves from getting him fully naked. Then the shorts dropped down to his ankles. All of us ogled his naked body, no doubt showing lust on our faces, as he continued gyrating his hips.

But wait – he wasn't completely naked yet. As he turned and walked over to us, we noticed he was wearing a shiny red pouch which was stretched upwards by his horny boner. The tiny pouch was held up by an almost invisible fishline that went around his waist and down between his legs. I looked around and the girls were just trembling with excitement; especially Amy, who looked like she was about to pass out. They were bursting with lustful anticipation, and had their eyes laser-focused on his every move.

Max and Justin had the same expressions except Max put his hand on my thigh again and started sliding it towards my crotch. As much as I wanted to push his hand away, I just couldn't. It felt way too good. Jayden climbed back up on the coffee table and started swiveling his hips erotically, as he slowly rotated himself with his hands on his exposed butt cheeks and making his curls swing from side to side sexily. I could feel Max squeezing the tip of my boner. My heart skipped a couple of beats at his most inappropriate, but arousing, touch. By now, he was fondling my entire crotch area as I closed my eyes and let my head tip back against the sofa.

Then Jayden went over to Justin and tried to pull him up by the hand. Justin shook his head and refused to get up. Then he looked at Max and put his hand out. Max grabbed it and allowed Jayden to him pull him up and onto the coffee table. Max seemed a little nervous but excited at the same time. Jayden started moving erotically by rubbing his butt against Max's crotch and making humping movements while Max giggled with a horny smile. The rest of us were cheering him on loudly, although I was a little more subdued than the rest.

While Jayden was swinging his hips from side to side, he grabbed Max's denim jacket and pulled it off slowly, letting it drop to the floor. Then he started tugging at his black shirt to remove it, too. Max was getting into the rhythm of the music, and doing his own sensual hip movements, as he slowly started unbuttoning his pants. He took over his own stripping and slowly, teasingly, pulled down his zipper and one side of his jeans. Oh, fuck. He's gonna do his own strip dance. This young teen is gonna make me explode.

Melanie got up and rushed over to the kitchen counter to grab Max's cap. She tossed it to him and Max caught it in the air, and placed it backwards on his head. Then he grabbed his jacket from the floor, put it back on, and reached into the pocket to pull out his golden sunglasses. The girls were gushing and bursting with sexual excitement as he slowly put them on. Max started swiveling his hips causing his jeans to slowly drop down. He kicked off his shoes and finished pulling the pants off, leaving him in only his jacket and black nylon shorts. The shorts were low-cut, but also loose-fitting. This was getting better and better.

Max stepped onto the sofa and kept dancing in front of the girls. They started squealing in delight as they stared up through the gaps in his shorts that were so wide, I could see his nut-sack jiggling. The girls grabbed the bottom of his shorts and started pulling on them, causing his boner to be dragged down to a point where half of his penis was visible. Max quickly grabbed his shorts to pull them back up.

The girls kept pulling it down while Max kept pulling them up, giving us one hell of an erotic tease. Max continued his dance with the base of his boner visible and half of his curvaceous butt exposed. As soon as he raised his arms, the girls instantly reached up and pulled his shorts off completely, leaving him in only his jacket, the black cap that he was wearing backwards, and his gold-tinted sunglasses.

Max climbed back up on the coffee table behind Jayden and reached under his arms to rub Jayden's chest and his stomach while matching his dance moves. Then he reached down and grabbed Jayden's boner over the red pouch and started rubbing it. Jayden looked so erotic with that shiny red pouch that matched his long red gloves and boots.

Melanie reached into her backpack, pulled out a small spray bottle and whispered something to the girls that made their eyes go wide. She handed the spray bottle to Briana, who shook her head and quickly passed it over to Amy. Amy also shook her head and quickly tossed it back to Melanie. What is going on here? Melanie rolled her eyes and went over to Max. She whispered something in his ear and handed him the spray bottle. He stared at the spray bottle, then at Jayden's pouch, and then he smiled widely.

He took off his cap and pushed his glasses up into his hair. Kneeling in front of Jayden, he started squirting water at Jayden's pouch. To our astonishment, the shiny red pouch started dissolving in front of our very eyes. The fishline fell to the floor as the pouch transformed itself into some kind of red glaze dripping down from his boner. Max touched the goo with his finger and put it on his tongue.

"It tastes like a candied-apple," he said excitedly.

"Now look what you've done," Jayden said, looking down at Max. "Looks like you're gonna have to clean it all up."

Max looked up at Jayden with a wicked smile. "My pleasure." To our surprise, Max started licking all the goo off of Jayden's twitching boner and testicles. An edible boner-pouch where you just add water – how ingenious. His tongue glided over and under Jayden's dick and to both sides of his balls, slurping up the red glaze. At one point, Max had Jayden's entire boner inside his mouth. It was obvious that this wasn't Jayden's first time doing this.

Jayden stepped behind Max and pulled his jacket off. Both boys were now completely naked with Max wearing his sunglasses on his head and Jayden only his red gloves, boots, and the cape. My eyes were glazed over as I stared at Max's uncut penis with half of his glans poking out and a small patch of pubes around the base of his dick. It was nice and firm and of a respectable size.

By now I was almost panicking from sexual stimulation. I kept shifting around almost in desperation, as I squeezed and twisted the sofa cushion under me. I could feel myself on the verge of losing it. I'm gonna lose control. I stared at their smooth golden bodies and dangerous fantasies started going through my head. It wasn't the fact that I was fighting my sexual urges, it was the fact that I couldn't act on my sexual urges. I wanted to touch – no, I wanted to pin these boys down and fuck them so bad, using any force necessary.

I needed to jerk myself off to relieve this growing pressure before I did something I would regret. But I couldn't do it here in front of all these kids. I didn't want to run to the bathroom because I … I couldn't take my eyes off their irresistibly naked bodies and all those erotic moves. I didn't want to miss the rest of the show. I tried to distract myself by looking at Justin. I noticed his oversized bulge and I could tell it was feeling a little tight down there. I started hoping that tonight Justin would make the first move because if he doesn't, I won't be able to hold myself back anymore.

Justin

Oh my God. I can't believe this is happening. I'm having the best time ever. But this boner is getting really painful. I keep shifting around, trying to adjust myself to ease the pressure. Max looks so fucking hot dancing there naked with only his sunglasses on, and that makeup on his face more than doubles his allure.

Jayden's boner was pointing almost straight up and his naked tan line looked so arousing while wearing only those shiny red boots, gloves, and the cape. He hopped down and started shaking his naked butt in front of the girls, then turned around to wiggle his boner in their face. Briana and Melanie eagerly reached up and started touching him and cupping his nut-sack.

"Go ahead, Amy. You knew you were gonna see this. It's okay, you can touch it," insisted Briana, not taking her eyes away from Jayden's boner. Jayden noticed her shyness and started wiggling his dick right in front of her face.

"I … I don't know," muttered a red-faced Amy, who looked like she was hyperventilating. She was a new member of this top-secret club and I was beginning to think this was too much for the eleven-year-old. Amy gasped when Briana grabbed her hand and placed it on Jayden's hardon. She looked up at him with a lustful, but guarded, smile.

Max came down and started dancing right in front of me with his arms in the air. He pulled me up by the hand and started pulling up on my shirt. I shook my head vigorously and kept my shirt on as the others were shouting at me to strip for them. Max tried several other tactics to get me to give in.

After several attempts, I noticed Nick giving Max a warning glare and made cutting motions across his neck. Max backed off and I sat back down. Then he went over to Nick and sat in his lap. He leaned himself back against him and placed Nick's hands over his dick and balls, and tried to get him to jerk him off. Nick wouldn't jerk him, but he did cup his hand over his balls and slowly started fondling him for a few seconds with what looked like a painful smile before quickly pulling his hand away again.

I wished I had the courage to do that. For a moment, I envisioned myself being naked and sitting in Nick's lap, letting him grab my dick and fondle my balls just like he was doing with Max just now. Mmm, that would've felt so erotic. I was having second thoughts about not wanting to get up there to do my own strip dance. I'll bet Nick would've liked that a lot. The only problem was, I didn't even know how to dance. But more importantly, I didn't want them to see the scars on my back. That might ruin the rest of the evening.

The boys continued strutting around naked, letting everyone handle their boy-toys. Amy started relaxing and becoming more confident as she brushed her hands over the boy's naked bodies. Then the boys sat down on the carpet with their legs wide open, leaned back on their elbows, and hung their heads back as they gyrated their hips up and down. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life. Max turned himself over on his stomach and started humping the carpet.

"How come guys get all the fun by watching girl-on-girl action? It's about time we girls started seeing guy-on-guy action, don't you think, girls?" shouted Melanie over the music.

"Yeah, let's see you guys do some grinding for a change," added Briana.

Then Max started doing the worm dance with his body, as he shifted himself closer and closer to Jayden. The fact that he was doing it naked made it look even more arousing. Without any warning, Max placed himself on top of Jayden and started grinding their boners together. Jayden hesitated for a moment in surprise and then started getting into the spirit of the action as he started squeezing and caressing Max's butt. The girls were moaning and howling and shrieking with excitement.

Then the music finally came to an end. Instead of getting dressed, Jayden and Max decided to stay naked. They went to sit down between each of the girls and allowed them to squeeze their boners, play with their balls, and do all kinds of exploring with their hands. The girls made several attempts to kiss the boys on the lips, but the boys faced each other and started kissing each other instead. They were definitely more into boys than girls.

"Hey Max, I like your makeup. It actually looks better than mine. Do you put that on yourself?" Melanie asked while studying Max's face.

"Yeah, my mom hired a lady from her beauty salon to come to our house and give me lessons on how to do it right."

I sat up a little straighter as Max was describing some techniques to Melanie, while Briana and Amy kept fondling both he and Jayden. After a while, both boys looked like they were getting bored and came to sit down next to me and Nick. The allure of watching these two naked boys sitting on the sofa next to me was giving me an awfully painful boner.

Jayden lay down crosswise on Nick's lap with his butt cradled between his legs. "Hey Nick, I liked the way you were touching me Thursday night when you thought I was asleep. You wanna try it again now that you know I'm awake?"

Nick put his hand over Jayden's crotch and hesitated. Then he just gave in and started caressing his whole crotch area. He wrapped his fingers over Jayden's boner and gave it a few strokes. Jayden opened up his legs giving Nick an opening to reach down to his butt cheeks. Nick had an almost manic expression as if … as if he was about to lose control or something.

Max quickly went around behind the sofa, and with a wicked smile, climbed up and sat on top of the back with his legs over Nick's shoulders, as if he wanted Nick to give him a shoulder ride. Nick started rubbing his hands up Max's thighs while Max fondled Jayden's boner with both feet. What am I doing just sitting here? Nick is surrounded by two naked boys playing sexual games with him, something I've been wanting to do since I first saw his beautiful face, and I'm just sitting here like some prude.

The girls quickly got into a huddle and started whispering to each other while staring in my direction. Uh-oh, this can't be good. As soon as they broke the huddle, Briana and Amy walked over and knelt in front of where I was sitting looking really nervous.

"Well, ask him," whispered Briana.

"Uh-uh," Amy declared. "You ask him."

Briana shook her head and then started rambling like a typical camp girl.

"Hey Justin, um … me and the girls were talking and … and you see, we're gonna be taking this sex education program next school year and Melanie was telling us that they're gonna be showing us how to put a rubber on a boy and … and, but it's not gonna be on a real boy, duh – it's gonna be like totally fake and, well … instead of putting one on a stupid banana, we kind of wanted to get a head start by putting a rubber on a real boy's boner and … " Briana swallowed hard and then swallowed again. She took a deep breath as she started fanning her face. "Would you let us put a c-condom on you?" she blurted out, with forced determination.

"Whaaat?!" I blurted back incredulously.

"Come on Justin, pleeease? We won't tell anyone. This'll be totally educational, right Amy?"

"Umm …" Amy murmured.

"You'll be helping us out with our, um … with umm … with our commitment to practicing safer sex. Yeah, that's it; so that we don't get some freaking disease that'll kill us. You'll be … you'll actually be saving our lives by doing this. That's the main reason we're asking. Isn't that right, Amy?" she asked in desperation.

"Umm … yeah, sure," added Amy, giving her a sideways glance.

The thought of feeling these girl's fingers on my penis sent shivers up my spine. I knew ever since I was a lot younger that I liked boys, but sometimes I'd see girls in their skimpy swimsuits at the girl's camp and I'd wonder if some part of me liked girls, too. But the only reason I was even contemplating this was because Nick might want to slip a condom on me, too. Just the thought of feeling his fingers around my boner would be worth the embarrassment.

Melanie was probably a little embarrassed to come ask me herself. But it gave me a certain thrill by the way she and the girls kept looking at me this entire evening. It was obvious they wanted to see me naked. Max definitely wanted to see me naked and I bet Jayden and Nick wanted that too. Other than Nick, I realized I was the only boy who was still fully clothed.

Why am I holding back? What if the girls think I'm no fun and decide not to invite me to any of their get-togethers again? Amy and Briana have always treated me nice, but what if they just felt sorry for me. What if they just tolerated me. Ever since they noticed my new looks, they've been fawning all over me. What if Max also thinks I'm a prude and tells the other boys to start picking on me again. Nick went to all this trouble to change my looks so I could make new friends. I can't mess this up. I'm gonna have to start changing my attitude. Time to loosen up a bit.

I looked at Amy and Briana. "Well … Okay, I … I guess it'll be alright. I'll do it."

"It's alright. It was worth a shot," Amy said, looking down dejectedly. Then both girls gasped with their hands over their mouths. "Wait – w-what?! You're actually gonna let us do it?" Amy asked with wide eyes.

Jayden sat up between Nick's legs with a look of surprise. Max leaned forward with a wide smile and put his hands on my thighs. "Oh, fuck yeah. I finally get to see you naked. Right on, dude." Nick just looked at me in surprise.

Melanie started snapping her fingers. "Come on, girls. Hop to it before he changes his mind."

The girls led me to one of the sofa chairs and had me sit down. They asked me to scoot my butt down to where my back was arched against the backrest. For some reason, Nick walked over to the window and looked outside through the blinds. Then he double folded the curtains and made sure there were no gaps.

Melanie reached into her backpack and pulled out a small box of condoms. Everyone else started gathering around. I undid my pants and pulled them down. Then I pulled my boxer-briefs down leaving me in my jock strap. The girls kept swallowing as they stared at my large bulge.

Max quickly came over and knelt down between my legs. "May I have the honors?" he asked, looking up at me salaciously. I quickly nodded my head. Max looked down at my jock strap lustfully and slowly started pulling it down. As soon as my boner popped out, I heard some of them gasping.

"Mother-fucker," Max breathed out in awe. "Dude, that is one fucking long dick. That is so fucking horny. You're more than hung; you're anaconda-hung. Melanie, I hope you bought the triple extra-large, girl."

"Extra-large? Don't you mean the jumbo size," said Jayden, as he also kept staring.

"Shit, even that wouldn't fit that monster." Max just stared open-mouthed for so long I thought he was gonna start drooling. He started poking at it with his fingers and making it wobble. The girls were just swelling with lust. My giant boner was twitching with anticipation.

Amy scooted Max out of the way. "I'll go first," she said anxiously, with wide eyes.

"Uh-uh," said Briana with annoyance. "You made me ask him, so I get to go first." Briana tore the edge off the package of a condom and pulled it out. "Okay, there's only one problem. I don't even know how this works."

Max scooted himself in again with a big smile. "Hey, you seem to have plenty of these so I'll start him off and you can watch. Then the rest of you can take a turn."

"Wait – you guys are gonna … all of you?"

"Just sit back and relax dude. We'll take care of everything. Let's get you a little more comfortable, shall we?" Max said, as he finished pulling off my pants and pushing up my shirt. He opened up my legs and gently placed the condom at the tip of my boner. He started explaining the proper position and orientation of the condom and proceeded to unroll it down my long shaft. This was the first time anyone had handled my dick. My body shuddered at the feel of his fingers touching and pressing my fully engorged penis. Max was still completely naked which made the experience even more erotic.

Then it was Amy's turn. With another condom in her hand, this eleven-year old reached for my boner and hesitated, nervously taking a hard swallow. She gazed admiringly at my nakedness with obvious desire. Her bashfulness along with those cute long pigtails increased the level and intensity of my arousals as she tenderly pulled my boner upwards with one hand while she delicately started unrolling the condom down my dick with the other. Then she started using both hands to smooth it out and held them there as she fondled my balls with her thumbs.

"Okay, Amy, your turn is up," said Melanie impatiently. Amy hesitated but finally let go.

Briana was a little more confident and more brazen as she decided that my monster erection needed a little bit more handling and tender loving care. She pretended that she had put it on wrong and slipped it off so she could grab another condom and try again. I looked around and noticed how everyone had surrounded me as they lustfully drank in every single aspect of this so-called educational demonstration.

When it was Melanie's turn, she knelt down in front of me and looked me in the eyes. "Justin?" There was a moment of awkwardness as she waited for my reaction.

"I won't tell if you won't. Go ahead, Melanie. It's not like we're blood-related. Go for it."

Melanie was a little more delicate than the others. She closed her eyes at the apparent waves of arousal going through her body as she clumsily handled my prominent appendage while unrolling the condom down towards the root. My boner was so long that the condoms didn't even reach all the way down.

"It looks like you're up Jayden," said Max, handing him a condom.

"Oh, I'm not the one who's up," Jayden said, drooling at my hardon with anticipation. With a wicked smile, he pulled my boner upwards and let it ricochet back. He repeated the maneuver a few times making my head press against the sofa and making my eyes close tight with waves of sexual pleasure. Jayden started unrolling the condom onto my dick. He kept stroking downward trying to smooth it out.

I started gasping and I felt my body shuddering. I quickly grabbed Jayden's hands and made him stop as I squeezed my groin muscles trying to prevent myself from exploding. I still wanted Nick to get his turn. I got to my feet and walked over to a small table where I had left my water bottle. I started drinking thirstily, knowing full well that every one of them was focused intently on the way my full boner wobbled around with the slightest movement of my body. I felt very liberated; like I had never felt before.

I looked over at Nick where he was still sitting on the couch, and he was staring at me just as intently as the others. "Nick, you wanna give it a try?" I asked hopefully.

Nick looked startled but tempted. "Ahh, well ahh…he-he." He looked at the girls. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

What is wrong with him? I felt so disappointed. I went and sat back down, hoping that he would change his mind. The rest of them couldn't help themselves as they started feeling me up, rubbing my nipples, and fondling my nut sack. They tried pulling off my shirt, but I insisted it stay on. My body had apparently become a sex toy wonderland to them. I closed my eyes in delirium as I squeezed the hand rests of the sofa as tight as I could. My body was writhing from waves of sexual ecstasy. I had never felt such intense sexual stimulation.

"Looks like he's gonna need some relief pretty soon." I opened my eyes and saw Jayden coming up for another round. He turned to look at the girls, "One thing they won't show you in Sex-Ed is the end result of using a condom." With a freshly opened condom in hand, he pulled up my boner and placed it on the tip of my glans. But this time he took his sweet time. He was being deliberately slow and kept pressing the condom down with both hands, one after the other.

Jayden was jerking me off and I could tell by the expression on his face that he was really turned on. I started gasping from the feeling of my nipples being rubbed by Max. I could feel several of the girls' hands caressing between my legs, taking turns playing with whatever they could find. Jayden kept stroking away with a confident grip and just the right amount of tightness as he, too, took turns fondling my balls. I don't know what it was about Jayden's soft hands but, for the second time, he brought me close to the edge very fast.

"Stop," I gasped. "I need you to stop. I don't wanna cum yet. Besides, it's my turn to put a condom on someone." I looked at Nick and he shook his head. He was becoming really annoying.

Max suddenly sat up straight. "Dude, you can put one on me."

"Okay, get your butt over here." Oh yeah! I can't believe I'm gonna get to handle the cock of this hottie.

Max jumped up for the opportunity. "You can have my butt wherever you want. This is gonna be fucking awesome."

I had Max switch places with me and asked Melanie for a condom. I ripped it open and let myself get fully aroused again as I slowly slipped it on his boner. His lithe body was perfectly toned and he looked as if he liked to keep himself in good shape. I started jerking him off and looked over to see how Nick was reacting. He looked a little more attentive. I looked up at Max and the expression of arousal on his face, coupled with that sexy makeup he was wearing, was sending waves of ecstasy cascading down my body.

Max started moaning with pleasure and I could tell he was in the throes of an unstoppable eruption that was about to spew forth. He started gasping explosively as his cum started shooting into the protective latex, forming a small pouch full of sperm.

"Dude…aw, man, that was fucking great," he breathed. "You've got a good grip, man."

"My pleasure."

Jayden turned to Briana and Amy. "And that, girls, is what a used condom looks like."

"Wow-ooo," they breathed out in astonishment.

Then Jayden pointed out, "Just remember, you gotta take the rubber off right away, too. Grip it by the bottom and slide it up off the penis carefully so you don't spill any of the jiz. When you throw it away, you might want to wrap it inside a tissue or something. The last thing you want is for your mom or dad to see it when they're emptying out your trash. And whatever you do, don't flush it down the toilet cause you might clog it up."

Then I delicately started demonstrating Jayden's instructions. Max shivered from the feel of my warm hands on his still-erect cock. A tremor went through his whole body as he twitched just a little more cum into the condom as I slowly slid it off.I looked over at Nick and we made eye contact. Then he dropped his gaze with a look of disappointment, and maybe a little sadness. What's going on with him? Max and Jayden already tried to seduce him and he went ahead and touched their naked bodies and grabbed their dicks. Why is he holding himself back with me? Why won't he touch me? Maybe that's what I need to do. I'm gonna need to get creative and find a way to seduce the hell out of him so he won't be able to resist me once we're alone. We'll see just how well he can hold himself back.

Chapter 10
Four Popcorns

Nicholas's cabin, later that evening
Nicholas

Justin and I sat on the carpet facing each other, munching on some popcorn, as we each leaned against one of the sofas which were still positioned in a horseshoe formation. Our little cabaret had finally come to an end and everyone had been kind enough to help clean up before they left. Justin and I had changed into shorts and tee shirts and were just lounging around barefooted. I was mindlessly surfing through the TV channels, deep in thought.

I kept going back to what had just happened. I couldn't get the visions of Jayden and Max stripping and dancing naked out of my head; the way their boners hugged their tummies, the way their testicles jiggled as they danced erotically, the way Jayden was trembling while Max was licking the red glaze off his boner, and seeing Justin's full boner in Jayden's hand … that was just so fucking hot!

Why did I hold myself back so much during all this? I should've just given in to my impulses and this could've been a lot more enjoyable for me. That was the whole point of spitting out my pills. I should've listened to Max and done my own stripping and given everyone an even bigger thrill, especially those cute girls. I should've put that condom on Justin when he asked me. But there were so many kids. What if one of them squealed on me? I couldn't take that chance.

I looked over at Justin and even though he was clothed, he still looked incredibly hot, especially at my current level of arousal, and the fact that I was going to spend the whole night alone with him. I want to see him naked again. Somehow, I needed to find a way. I had a strong impulse to push him down and forcefully start stripping him and shoving my dick into his butt and fucking him with him kicking and screaming and … Whoa – where the hell did that come from? This was worrisome. I took a deep relaxing breath. Self-control, I reminded myself.

Justin gradually shifted one of his feet until it made contact with one of mine. Then we planted the soles of our feet against each other's and started making bicycle motions as we giggled softly. We started tickling each other with our toes, which eventually led to our caressing each other's feet more tenderly and affectionately. The way he was looking at me was really turning me on.

"Man, those girls sure looked like they were having a good time," he said. "Did you see the horny expressions on Amy's face? She looked like she was gonna faint."

"Yeah, well, they weren't the only ones. You boys looked pretty horny yourselves, strutting around naked in front of those schoolgirls like that."

"What about you? Weren't you also feeling horny from looking at all of our cocks and naked bodies?" asked Justin, while rubbing my foot with his.

I took in a deep breath and whooshed it out loudly. "Like you wouldn't believe. And you? I bet it felt pretty good to just let it hang out while everyone was fighting to get their hands on that boa constrictor of yours."

"Yeah, it was a real cockfight," Justin said trying not to laugh. "Hey, you wanna see a whole bunch of cocks?"

"Well, sure," I said playfully, not sure where he was going with this.

"Take me to the petting zoo where they keep all the roosters. You can see a bunch of cocks there," he said with a cute giggle.

"You're such a tease, you know that?"

"I'll tell you what," Justin said, sitting up straight. "You wanna see a boy's cock again? Let's play a game. We'll take turns throwing each other a popcorn and if we catch it in our mouths, the other has to take off a piece of clothing."

"Ooh, strip popcorn … what an ingenious idea!" Now we're getting somewhere.

"Well, you know – it just popped into my head."

"Ha-ha. What else are you gonna be popping?"

"Catch some popcorns and you'll find out," he said with a wry smile.

Oh, God, here we go. I could feel my urges becoming dangerously overpowering again. Maybe these weird feelings are what the medication was supposed to prevent. Maybe I shouldn't have tossed my pills down the drain. But the thought of seeing Justin naked again … what if I start to lose control and do something to hurt him?

"Alright, I'll start," said Justin eagerly. He threw the popcorn towards me and I missed. I threw one at him and he also missed. We kept taking turns throwing popcorn to each other, but both of us just kept missing. This wasn't working out the way we intended. Then in a moment of inspiration, Justin got on his knees and leaned into me, with one of his knees lightly pressing against my crotch.

He grabbed three popcorns and started plopping them in my mouth one by one. But with the third piece, he accidentally dropped it between my legs. He reached down and started digging for it. I could feel the side of his hand pressing against my penis and the sensations were electrifying. He brought it up and stared at me for a moment before putting it in my mouth. This wasn't accidental at all. Going along with the modified rules of the game, I also started tossing three popcorns into his mouth at close range.

"We both lose," I said, chewing on the popcorn.

Justin started licking my finger with a sensuous stare. "Yeah, but we both win."

Something started happening. After chewing our popcorn and swallowing it down, we stayed frozen looking at each other, waiting for one of us to make some kind of move, to do something – anything. I stood on my knees and faced him while we stared into each other's eyes. I wanted to lose myself in those sexy eyes that were looking at me with longing and with increasing passion. I felt like the living room was filling up with sexually charged particles. I could hear the sound of thunder in my ears. I could feel the hair on my skin standing on end as if lightning from the god of love was about to strike down and fuse us together.

"I still owe you for pulling me out of that drain the other night," Justin said with his eyes still locked with mine.

"How would you like to pay your bill?" I asked, feeling myself breathing harder.

"Well, I don't have any hard cash, but … I've got something else that's hard," he said shyly.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. Your bill is past due. I may have to charge you interest."

"Oh, I've got lots of interest," he whispered back. "I'm pretty sure something will come up."

"So, what else have you got?"

"Well, why don't you just look around and see what other, um, assets you can get your hands on," he said, with his tenting shorts touching mine.

We both started giggling. "Assets? You've got ass-ets?" I asked playfully.

"Yeah, I've got ass-ets," he giggled back.

I reached down and squeezed his butt with both hands. "Yup, you definitely do have assets, hands down."

"I can also offer you some promotional coupons," he said nervously, as he pulled a stack of small rectangular pieces of paper from the back of his shorts, with offers clumsily written on them with a pen. I hesitated for a moment trying to figure out where this was going. After noticing my hesitation, he awkwardly slipped them back in his pocket.

"I was just kidding," he said, clearing his throat. "It … it was a stupid idea. Forget it." He looked embarrassed.

I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He's been trying so hard to get me to be sexual with him and I've just been letting him down. I couldn't help but be touched by his continuing efforts to get some kind of sexual response from me with something this creative. And I want to have sex with him so bad. He's earned this. It's time I stopped being such a coward and start taking advantage of all these tempting opportunities.

"Hey, you made some coupons for me?" I held my palm out with a warm smile. "That's fantastic. I wanna see … I wanna see," I said excitedly.

"Really?"

"Of course. Come on, pull them out!"

His eyes sparkled in excitement as his confidence started returning again. "Alright, but I'm gonna give them to you one by one, okay?" He pulled out the coupons and started sifting through them. "Here, you can start with this one."

I unfolded the piece of paper which had 'coupon' written on the top corners. "Redeemable for one free kiss," I read out loud. "Word, dude."

"Hey, how else am I gonna attract new customers? You get to be my first client."

"Are you having a grand opening?"

Justin laughed out loud. "Well, yeah. There's even a grand prize. You can be a repeat customer."

"Mmm, lucky me. I'd like to redeem this coupon right now, please. I'm also cashing in one popcorn – you owe me a shirt," I said, continuing with the rules of the popcorn game. I turned him around and pulled off his shirt. The sight of the scars on his back almost brought me to tears. No wonder he didn't want to do a strip dance with the other boys.

I didn't want to mention any of this and ruin the moment, so I started kissing him on his shoulder as I hugged him from behind, rubbing my hands over his chest. There was a noticeable change in the rhythm of his breathing at the touch of my lips on his skin. I just loved that. There was no more denying what we both wanted. The claws of sexual desire had dug in deep and would hold us in its clutches until our voracious sexual appetites had been well nourished.

"Hey, that's not where I wanted you to kiss me," he said, with playful arousal.

"Well, the coupon did say one kiss. Just one. And it didn't say where."

"This one's reusable."

"In that case, how about if I kiss you here?" I asked, as I started kissing his neck.

"No, not there either," he said with a sexy ticklish laugh, as he tilted his head sideways. "Keep going," he breathed.

"Okay, how about right here?" I asked, kissing and licking his ear.

He gasped softly and swallowed hard. "One popcorn – you owe me a shirt," he answered, as he peeled off my own tee shirt.

Our bodies were being drawn to each other with the irresistible pull of sexual compulsion. We both shifted towards each other, coming face to face, with our noses mere centimeters apart.

"You're in my personal space," Justin said softly, as our eyes locked onto each other.

"I am?" I could feel the warmth of his face. "Call it a weakness. You want me to back up?"

"No. Nick, you've got something on your face."

"I do? What?"

"Me," he said, as he pulled the back of my head towards him with his hand, and pressed his lips to mine.

"So, that's where you wanted me to kiss you," I said after we separated.

"Oh, there are plenty of other places I want you to kiss me. I just wanted you to start here," he said huskily.

He grabbed my hands and intertwined his fingers with mine then I cupped both of his cheeks with my hands. As our lips pressed together, I deepened the kiss and plundered his mouth and delighted in the sounds of his soft moans as I tasted his sweet tongue for the first time.

"Two popcorns … three popcorns – you owe me your shorts and your underwear," Justin said, as he pulled both of them down together.

"Ditto," I said, pulling down his own shorts and underwear. "I think I'm short a popcorn," I breathed, as I realized Justin had a fourth garment – his sexy jock strap.

"Well, that's just too bad. I guess you're just gonna have to leave it on, aren't you?"

We continued kissing passionately as he placed his hands on my chest, while I ran my fingers along the elastic bands of his jock strap where they hugged his butt. The size of his tenting boner was quite apparent as I felt it pressing against my dick, which sent shock waves that engulfed me with the intensity of his sexual prowess. The feeling was so strong that my legs were getting weaker while another part of my body was getting a lot stronger. There was a temporary madness as I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a fog of sexual dementia. The sexual currents surging through my body were staggering and my body was screaming for more.

Red flags, stop signs, and danger symbols started going through my head as we continued pressing our bodies together and exploring with our hands. I didn't want to hurt him, but I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to. I'm already tumbling down the rabbit hole. Self-control, I heard Adrian saying in my head. Self-control, Nick. That's the key. But I was losing control.

This was how I was feeling when I was fondling Jayden and Max on the sofa. I felt exasperated. I didn't want to hurt him. I tried to will myself to stop, but I just couldn't. My raging urges had taken over completely. I'm already on the roller coaster and there's no getting off now. The expressions on Justin's face told me all I needed to know. He wants me to fuck him. He wants me to fuck him hard, and I want to hear him scream. I was starting to get scared. No – I need to stop. Justin tried pulling away from my increasingly forceful kissing, but I held him firm. When I saw the concern on his face, something just snapped, and I suddenly let him go.

"Justin, I'm sorry. I … I don't know what came over me," I said, gasping hard.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm just too irresistible, right?" he said with innocent puppy eyes.

The thought of forcing myself on such a beautiful boy and causing him harm repulsed me. Am I becoming some kind of fucking rapist? Is this what being a sex addict does to me? The reason he was even here was to keep him away from the abuse of that witch, and here I am trying to abuse him even more? No way. I am not gonna let that happen. The thick fog of my delirium slowly started lifting. I started seeing patches of clarity as the haze of overpowering urges started dissipating away.

I am in control of my own actions. I took a deep calming breath. I – am – in control. My mind was becoming more coherent and more aware as I stared into the face of this smoking-hot sexy boy. I started feeling an overwhelming sense of freedom as I found myself dissolving into the sexual overtures of this almost naked young apprentice. But this time, in a much safer state of mind.

I stared at his incredible blue-grey eyes. His were the innocent eyes of an inexperienced young teen at the peak of hormonal pressures, desperate to be instructed in the pleasures of the flesh for the very first time; eagerly waiting to be consumed in the fires of passionate lovemaking; ready to merge our bodies and souls into each other.

"So, where else were you planning on kissing me?" Justin whispered in my ear, as I ground my boner against his tenting jock strap.

"That depends on your next coupon," I said, a bit more relaxed.

Justin fumbled around in his shorts on the carpet and pulled out another coupon as we continued kissing. "Redeemable for one full-member package," he read softly, while breathing hard. "It includes a whole range of benefits. No limitations. Satisfaction guaranteed." He rubbed his hand down my stomach as if wanting to grab my boner, but stopped. "You can kiss me wherever the fuck you want," he gasped.

"Full-member package? Oh, you are a nasty little boy, aren't you? I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Oh, I'm gonna do more than talk dirty to you. I'm gonna get dirty with you."

"Not if I get dirty with you first."

I shifted myself down and started kissing and suckling each of his nipples, stimulating them with the tip of my tongue and realizing they were already nice and hard. I started kissing different parts of his chest. His skin was so soft and smooth, like a delicate flower. His body squirmed and trembled in anticipation as I kissed his tummy.

I went further down to lick his belly-button, but I was blocked by his monster boner pushing under the cloth. His body shuddered when I lightly pressed my chin over the tip. I shifted my chin to-and-fro against his hardon, purposely letting the sexual tension build before hurling myself over the precipice.

Justin started gasping. "Hhhhh … Hhhhh … Nick, I've never done this before. I'm … I'm a little nervous."

"That's okay," I said, swallowing hard. "You'll be fine. Oh, God, you are so irresistible, you know that?" I forced myself to stop my movements and I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was for me to hold myself back this time.

"Ever since my boner popped out in front of your face the other night, I saw how you were looking at me and I knew you wanted it. I've been having sex with you in my mind ever since, but to tell you the truth, I don't think I've been doing it right."

"You're in control, Justin. Are you okay? You want us to stop?"

"Oh, Nick, even though I'm nervous, I couldn't be better. This is the most perfect evening at the most perfect spot with the most perfect guy and everything's … everything's just fucking perfect. And this time I'm okay, Nick. I'm really okay, and I'm ready to pay my bill."

"Mmm … well, I'm gonna require payment in full and it may take a while to process this transaction."

"Take as long as you want. And don't forget that discount you promised me back at the drain." We started kissing again. "On second thought, fuck the discount. You can charge me up all you want."

"Already on it. Listen, I'm not as experienced as you think, but I can teach you what I know. We can learn from each other."

"You wanna be my master? Are you sure? I can be a real handful," he said with a playful smile.

"Really? Oh, I'm counting on it. I'll just have to use both hands."

"So, you're ready to join the club and become a member?"

"I'm ready to join the club and grab your member."

"I don't know what took you so long, but definitely don't stop. I want you, Nick," Justin said getting breathless again. "The fact that you want me makes me want you even more."

"Oh, I definitely, positively, want you."

Justin reached with his hand to grab a popcorn and placed it in my mouth. I looked down in arousal at his near-naked body.

"Four popcorns; you owe me a jock strap."

"You win. What are you waiting for?" he asked sensuously.

My pulse started racing as I stared at the perfect mold of his full erection, the knob of his circumcised penis clearly outlined under the jock strap. His massive erection was so big that it pushed up against the jock strap so much that I could see his balls and parts of his dick. My body tensed with anticipation and I held my breath as my hands ventured down to his waistband. I started squeezing and rubbing his boner over the cloth as I took playful bites over the length of it.

I bit under the elastic and used my teeth to unhook his boner where half of it was poking out of the jock strap. I kept brushing my chin against it, moving it from side to side. Justin watched with a look of unbridled sexual tension on his face as he squeezed and twisted the sofa pillow next to him. I finally took the courage to fully unveil and survey this example of perfection, convinced that somehow, his penis had been created just for me.

It had been two years since I had any type of sexual contact with other boys my age, but those encounters were purely mechanical and devoid of any meaningful sensuality. There was no kissing, no passion, and no affection. All I remember was both of us just going through the motions of sexual experimentation, giving each other blow jobs and jerking each other off. Now, I couldn't believe I was about to have real sex with such a beautiful, young, sensuous teen boy. At this point, I was feeling so horny I would've had sex with a damned cactus.

"Nick … aw, Nick, quit screwing around," Justin panted with sexual anxiety. "Just do it. Oh, God, you're killing me."

"What, you want me to kiss you right here?" I asked teasingly pointing at his boner.

"Yesss!" he moaned.

"Right, right here?" I asked, pointing at a specific part of his dick.

"Nick, I swear I'm gonna wrap my boa constrictor around your neck and squeeze the life out of you if you don't put my dick in your mouth right now!" he groaned.

I wanted to burst out laughing. Justin arched his back and leaned on his elbows over the sofa cushion presenting his long twitching love rod with eager eyes. This was the point of no return as I stepped over the edge and wrapped my fingers around his long shaft, plunging his enormous dick into my mouth. I pressed my lips hard around this towering slab of meat as I massaged it up and down repeatedly, savoring every moment with dizzying arousal. I licked and marinated every single portion of his hardness and stimulated the bell of his knob with my lips. I flicked my tongue slowly over his glans while I gently massaged his balls and caressed the wispies over his dick. Two hands indeed.

I had given blowjobs to guys before, but never on a boner this big and definitely not on a boy so young. His panting became shallow and irregular as I stimulated his erection in the most pleasurable ways I knew how. I could feel his fingers pressing on my head and gripping my hair, in the throes of pure ecstasy. My body shuddered at hearing his mewling, and the sexual moaning from his mouth became deeper and throatier as he caressed my silky hair with his fingers, his head lolling from side to side in his heightened state of sexual pleasure.

I pulled myself up and pressed my fevered erection against his bare one for the first time. Justin looked up at me sensuously and lustfully, eagerly waiting for me to continue my stimulations, waiting for me to caress him, to guide him, to inflame his raging desires and finally fulfill his sexual fantasies of the two of us having wild sex with each other. He placed his hands on my hips and slowly brought his fingers down to my ass cheeks. His movements were soft and tender as he gingerly probed the contours of my butt.

He wasn't into rough sex which reinforced my commitment not to hurt this tender sweet boy. I started kissing his soft lips gently, but passionately. I gave him soft kisses under his ear, along his neck, and down to his soft shoulders as I slowly massaged his hardon. I wanted him to give me a blowjob, but I didn't know if it was too soon for him or how he felt about it. I didn't want to push him. I wanted him to have fond memories of me guiding him through his first sexual experience by taking it slow and being as gentle and sensual and as delicate as I could be.

I finally got a chance to feel the smoothness and the softness of his naked supple ass cheeks as my hands gently probed every part of his butt. He started mimicking my moves by kissing my neck and shoulders, matching the softness and tenderness of my own. Then he started sinking further and further down until his face was right in front of my boner. He stared at it curiously for a moment as if trying to decide what to do. He reached up to grab it and paused in indecision as he looked up at me. This is probably gonna be the very first time he'll be handling someone's else's dick. Then he gave me a wicked smile.

"Um, let's see … what were you saying during 'Straight Talk'? Am I supposed to blow your dick, or give you a suck-job, or – how does that go again?" He started blowing air on my boner which made me squirm with pleasure.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I'm blowing your dick," he said, trying not to laugh. "Am I doing it right?"

"Oh, you little shit. You're getting me back, aren't you? You're supposed to suck my dick, not blow at it."

"Is this included in the coupon?" he asked with a giggle.

"Fuck yeah. Full member package, remember?"

I felt the electrifying sensations of him wrapping his soft fingers around my burning erection. He pulled up on my hardness and began studying it with curiosity while rubbing my balls. "Hmm, what did you call these again? Are these your scrotums or your testicles? Is this your member, or your appendix? Help me out here, Nick." He continued blowing on my dick.

"You mean my appendage. Call it my member or my hand-cock or … c-call it whatever you want, lover boy. Just get on with it before I shove your leg back into that drain-grate," I said desperately.

I leaned my head back and my body trembled in ecstasy as I felt him wrapping his lips around my hardon and begin giving me his own version of a blowjob. I could feel his succulent tongue entwining around my boner as he gently squeezed and stroked it between his fingers while softly massaging my balls. He started doing things to his newfound sex toy that had expanded beyond what I had taught him. Oh, God, I had taught him well and he was an excellent student.

After playing with my dick awhile, he turned around and started crawling away on his hands and knees. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"Follow me," he said, crawling slowly towards the bedroom.

I got down on all fours and followed close behind. He paused and looked back at me with a seductive smile, waiting for me to get right behind him. I trembled at the sight of his butt shifting and his hanging balls swaying in front of my face as he continued crawling. Without even thinking, I instinctively reached out and started fondling his nut sack. I reached further to grab his monster erection and started jerking it downward. Justin stopped and let his head drop down in obvious arousal. He gasped and rolled himself onto his back. I think he was getting close to the edge.

I slipped my arms under him and cradled his naked body, as I carried him to the bedroom and gently placed him on the bed. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down to his soft moist lips as we continued making passionate love. Our bodies became sweaty from the flaming desires fueled by forces that could not be defined and would not be contained.

We started rolling over each other on the bed, pressing against each other with increasing intensity as we dug in our nails, desperately touching and probing and entwining our bodies with our arms and legs. Justin arched his back and curled his toes with powerful gasps as we both succumbed to inevitable and irreversible cosmic explosions that bathed our orbiting bodies with the seeds of life itself. I felt the spark of my soul being reborn.

I glided my fingers over his sweaty short hair watching him breathing fast and hard. There had been a certain clumsiness in his performance, but it was still impressive considering this was his first time. His eagerness and willingness to shower me with such powerful sexual pleasures was a perfect complement to his inexperience and naïveté. It made this encounter even more arousing and more memorable. This was an encounter I was never ever going to forget.

I rolled him onto his back and wiped the sweat from his brow as I stared into his eyes. "Justin, if I ever do anything to … I mean, if you ever feel like I'm hurting you in any way – any way at all, will you let me know? Even if you think you're gonna hurt my feelings?"

"What? Nick, what are you talking about? You would never do anything to hurt me."

"How do you know that? I mean, you've only known me for a few days."

"Yeah, but in those few days, look at everything you've done for me, Nick. You pulled me out of that drain. I could've died. You patched up my wounds; you kept me warm and let me stay in your cabin; you changed my looks that everyone seems to like. Nick, you've given me the confidence to start having friends again."

He pushed his fingers affectionately through my hair. "This was my first time and you made it really special. It was the best night of my life and now I get to show you how grateful I am. You … you made love to me and I saw the smile on your face and I also saw it in your eyes. I'll always remember this moment. So, now here we are Nick. We've got all night to get to know each other and I want to make it last. After everything you've done, how could you possibly do anything that would hurt me?"

"You're right. I just wanted to make sure. So, uh, what other kinds of coupons did you make for me?"

"Oh, you've used them all up already, big guy. Would you like to take a survey of my customer service?"

"Mmm … I'm giving you a ten on all points."

Justin started wobbling his penis. "If you click the thumbs up button, I can arrange to get you some more coupons. You like?"

I started poking his dick several times. "Click … Click … Click … Click. Do the coupons have expiration dates?"

"Definitely not," he said, pulling the covers over our heads as we continued kissing.

A few minutes later, Justin had fallen asleep on his stomach with his feet towards me. So much for all night. I leaned back against my pillow and just stared at his naked butt for the longest time rubbing my dick.

I've had my sexual release. I was in control – for now.

Chapter 11
Infatuation

The following morning
Nicholas

I woke up slowly, staring at the light of dawn coming in through the closed blinds. For a moment I was disoriented and wondered where I was. Then I felt Justin's body pressing against mine under the covers. I remembered last night, how we had ended up falling asleep with our dicks pressing against each other with Justin's leg between mine. We had shifted around during the night but somehow, we ended up pressing our dicks together again. I could feel his morning boner and smiled. The sun wasn't the only thing rising this morning.

Justin was still asleep and I just stared at his beautiful face and his handsome boyish features. He looked so peaceful and angelic when he was asleep. I started brushing his spiky hair and he started pressing his boner against mine very slowly. Is he waking up or is he just shifting around in his sleep? I started thinking about everything that had happened yesterday. I closed my eyes and replayed Jayden and Max dancing naked and the look on the girl's faces as they slipped a condom on Justin. I remembered how it felt having Max sitting on my lap and getting me to grab his balls. Ahh, Max – he is one fucking-hot dream-boy.

But nothing could have prepared me for the pleasures of guiding this thirteen-year old boy through his first passionate sexual experience. Justin had managed to awaken in me desires that had been buried deep by my inhibitions that had been conditioned by all those sex addiction therapy sessions I was forced to go to. I decided to start giving in to my impulses from all these opportunities coming my way. That's what Adrian has been doing all this time and he hasn't gotten in trouble.

Justin opened his eyes slowly as he started waking up. He seemed to focus on me, then started grinding his boner against mine a little harder. "Good morning, Mr. Handcock." Waking a little further, he rolled me over onto my back and straddled me.

"Good morning, Mr. Long Dong," I wished for him.

"Mmm, how did you like my abomination last night?" he asked, using his father's term for his endowment.

"It was abominable. I loved it." I started squeezing his ass with both hands. "You were right, you are a handful."

"Told ya," he said, giving me a long kiss.

"So, what do you want to do today?" I asked.

"I want to stay in bed all day," he mewled, as he started gliding his lips over my ear while pressing his erection against me.

"Hmm, I like the sound of that." Mmm … Ooooh, yeah. This kid was something else. Maybe my sex addiction was contagious and he had caught it. I hoped so because I was becoming addicted to this hot naked teen, with my boner wedged between his ass cheeks.

Just then, my cellphone started ringing. Shit, what now?

"Aw Nick, don't answer that," Justin said softly as he slowly started humping on me.

I closed my eyes in frustration. As good as that felt, I started wondering why anyone would be calling me this early in the morning. Something was up. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. "This is Nicholas."

"Nicholas, good morning; this is Mr. Phillips. Sorry for calling so early, but something's come up."

I'll say.

"You're gonna be sorry…" Justin whispered playfully.

Justin started going down on me and sucking my dick while I was on the phone. "Aaah … hhhh-how can I help you, sir?" Oh my God, that felt so good.

"Unfortunately, one of our Counselors had to leave due to a family emergency and we're in a real bind. I hate to do this to you so soon, but I'm assigning you as the replacement. You've left me with a good impression in the way you handled yourself with my grandson, so I have the highest confidence in you."

By now, Justin was licking my balls and had started jerking me off. If he only knew how his grandson was handling me at the moment. "Umm … could you h-hold on for a second?" I asked shakily. I gently pushed Justin off of me and sat up on the bed with my feet on the ground. "Wait a minute, are you sure, Mr. Phillips? I just started yesterday. I don't think I'm ready yet."

"Nonsense. I've looked over your application and when I saw your experience, I knew you'd be qualified."

Shit. That's what I get for lying on my application. Justin got off the bed and stood in front of me with a sexy smile. He put his hands behind his head and started moving his hips making his giant erection wobble right in front of me. He was making me melt with desires and made it extremely hard for me to concentrate on this new development.

"It may be a little hard to get your bearings at first, but you'll have a lot of support from the other counselors."

I can't believe he just said that. "It's already hard," I mumbled staring at Justin's wobbling boner getting closer to my face.

"Huh …?"

Justin started poking the corner of my mouth with the tip of his boner. "I, ahh … (Gulp) … I mean, aah, w-what happens next?" I wrapped my arms around his waist and sat him on my lap. "Behave," I whispered.

"I don't wanna behave," he giggled softly as he leaned back and licked my ear.

"I need you to check out of the rental cabin and head over to Adrian's cabin. Tell him you're replacing Albert's group and ask him to take you to your new assignment."

"Okay, well let me take a quick shower and I'll be right over."

"There's no time, Nick. The boys are asleep, but they're unsupervised. I need you to get there as fast as you can. You can take a shower there if you want. I also need you to tell Justin to head down to the front office and I'll be waiting there for him. I've managed to smooth things over with his stepmom and we've come to an agreement. I want Justin to be aware of the terms. Don't worry, I'm not gonna leave him alone with her. I'm driving back to the city around noon and I'll drop Justin off with you before I leave. He'll be staying with your group for the rest of the summer sessions."

"Alright, we'll be on our way." After breaking the connection, I groaned with pleasure as Justin started shifting his butt around over my boner while sitting on my lap. "Mmm, you are incorrigible. What am I gonna do with you?"

"Whatever you want, big guy," he said laughing. "You should've seen the look on your goofy face."

"Well then, I've got a boner to pick with you," I said as I laid him on his back and sat on his huge dick.

Justin started giggling. "Nicholas – you beast! Make sure you lick that boner clean."

Despite the urgency, I couldn't resist the overpowering temptations of his sexy smile. I'm just gonna have to make time for a short quickie. As I pressed down on his arms, he looked up at me with a sexual intensity so strong that it made me wonder if I had awakened powerful desires in this young teen that would soon become insatiable. His body was just too irresistible, and I started wondering the same about my own desires. My musings quickly evaporated as I lost myself in the sensations of my dick pressing against his as he wrapped his legs around my body.

Summer Camp Parking
Justin

We were standing in front of Nick's Humvee. I felt like giving him a hug, but there were other people around. "Wish me luck," I said nervously.

"Hey, you're gonna be fine. You're gonna be staying with my group so just relax, okay? I'll see you in a while," Nick said soothingly, giving me a gentle squeeze on my shoulder.

We both started walking in opposite directions. I turned around and stared at Nick as he walked away. I started swooning with a long sigh. Just thinking about what we did last night was making my legs weak. We made love. We actually made love. He was so gentle and tender with me. I remembered his every touch over every inch of my body. I touched my lips as I recalled every kiss and every whisper he blew in my ear. I could feel my heart fluttering as I replayed the sensations of us grabbing each other's dicks for the first time.

Nick – ahh Nick … I wanted more of his affection. I want to feel his arms around me again. I continued walking with a big smile on my face. After all these years of feeling unwanted, have I finally found someone who would really love me? I decided to walk around for a while before heading over to the office.

As I was walking through the grass with the morning dew, I looked up at the birds flying in the air and the white puffy clouds gently floating by. Everything was quiet and still and I was in a daze walking on air. I took in a deep cleansing breath of the morning summer breeze and slowly blew it out, feeling very much alive. The air was sweet, and all the colors were bright and vibrant on such a beautiful morning.

I could almost hear Nick's name in the rustle of the leaves whispering in my ear. As the sun was edging out of a cloud, I ran over to a picnic table and climbed on top of it. I looked up with my eyes closed and felt the sun warming my face. I felt so happy that I started laughing. I couldn't help it – I just kept laughing out of pure joy.

I pirouetted around on one toe like a ballet dancer and kept turning myself around with my hands outstretched. I saw the playground nearby and started running towards it. I felt such a surge of exhilaration that I tried tapping my feet in the air and fell down in the process. It didn't matter. I dusted myself off and ran to the merry-go-round. I pushed it around to get some speed and climbed on to the center with my face up and my arms in the air as I kept laughing. It felt good to laugh again as I felt myself turning 'round 'til I got dizzy.

I got off the merry-go-round and kept laughing while I stumbled around trying to regain my balance. As I continued walking, I found a worn-out red pen on the ground with a crack in it. I picked it up and sat against a tree. I started drawing Nick's name on my palm. I tried to make it look elegant and artful and finished it off by drawing a heart around it. I just stared at it as I gently rubbed it with my thumb. I thought I had run out of dreams. Now one of them has come true. I took a deep breath and realized it was getting late. It had started out to be such a beautiful morning, but somehow, I suspected that this lady was gonna find some way to ruin it for me. Time to see what that stupid bitch wants.

I went up the steps to the front door of the Office and hesitated before going in. I was really nervous about this meeting with my grandpa and that psycho woman. I turned the doorknob with trembling hands and walked in. The receptionist greeted me politely and directed me to the conference room where they were waiting for me. Right before I opened the door, I froze when I heard them talking.

"… and I still don't understand why this is happening," grandpa said in a grave voice. "The numbers are down across the board, personnel are quitting left and right, equipment repair is on standby, supplies keep running out forcing Counselors to drive into the city … what's going on?

"Well … you can't expect me to run a tight ship with limited resources, can you?" the lady said defensively. "You cut my budget, remember?"

"You gave me no choice with your questionable spending. Let me ask you something. Why did you insist on taking this job anyway? The only reason I hired you was because my son asked me to. Have you been communicating with that group again? You gave me your word that you were done with them. From what I've heard, that group and this camp are completely incompatible. I've heard horror stories about that group. They have this twisted belief that …"

"Justin?" I almost jumped at the voice of the receptionist behind me. No! I missed what grandpa was saying. Twisted belief that … what? "You can step right in," she said a little sternly, as she lightly knocked on the door and opened it for me. She knew I was eavesdropping.

Grandpa was dressed casually, and the lady was wearing her usual business clothes. No matter how professionally she dressed and how much makeup she wore, she still looked like a witch. When she turned around to look at me, she gave me an angry look for a few seconds and then she quickly forced herself to smile. This was the first time she had seen my new looks and new clothes. She didn't like that. When I walked in, grandpa was about to say something and was quickly interrupted by the lady getting up to give me a 'warm' hug.

"Justin, oh my God, you look so different. Look at you – you look great. I've missed you so much, sweetie. Come have a seat. Here, sit down next to me." After I sat down, she reached out to grab both of my hands soothingly. "Justin, I … I'm so sorry about the way I've been treating you. It's just that – I've been under a lot of stress lately and I've been taking my frustrations out on you. There's no excuse for what I've done, and it was so unfair to you and I am so, so sorry. I just want you to know that I love you very much and I'm willing to get some counseling to help me with my anger issues."

She reached out and grabbed a box of tissues to wipe the tears forming in her eyes. "You've been through a lot and I haven't been there for you. But that's gonna change, okay? I'm gonna get help." Tears started rolling down and she gave me another tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Justin," she cried. "I don't want you to hate me. Please don't hate me," she squealed.

I refused to hug her back. I felt so disgusted that I wanted to throw up. I could feel the welts on my back getting inflamed again. I knew that she was faking the whole thing and those were crocodile tears running down her face. She was putting on a show for grandpa and saying everything he wanted to hear. I didn't buy this bullshit for a second and it was scaring the hell out of me. Grandpa would be leaving soon and she might keep up with this act for a while, but I knew that sooner or later, she would go back to her old ways.

She must've noticed the fact that I didn't hug her back because when she pulled away, she gave me a steely stare that was so subtle that I almost didn't catch it. This little performance was causing her a lot of humiliation and she knows that I'm not buying her bullshit. This makes her even more dangerous than before and she's gonna find a way to make me pay for putting her through this. The only good thing about this is that I'll get to stay with Nick's group for the rest of the summer sessions before having to go back home with this witch.

Grandpa's phone started ringing. While he was on the phone, I had my hand resting on top of the table with my palm partly open. I saw her staring at it and realized she was looking at Nick's name with the heart around it that I had drawn with red ink. I quickly closed my hand and put it on my lap. She just gave me a blank stare. Shit, how could I be so clumsy?

After a brief conversation with whoever he was talking to, he broke the connection and stood up. "Something has come up and I'll have to leave right away." He looked at the lady for a moment as if trying to make a difficult decision. "Would you mind dropping Justin off at Nick's cabin before they head down to the chow hall? If he walks, he'll get there too late. I really have to get going."

My body froze for a moment in sheer terror. He's gonna leave me alone with this witch?

"Of course, I'll drop him off," she said, as she brushed the back of my hair affectionately with her hand. "You go on. Go – I'll take care of everything. He'll be in good hands."

Yeah, hands with a good grip around my neck. I started squeezing my legs with my hands nervously as I felt her pulling a little hard on a strand of my hair. As soon as grandpa stepped out of the building, she turned to me with an icy stare, then forced herself to smile. "Let's go."

Chapter 12
Look at Those Boys

En route to Adrian's cabin
Nicholas

As soon as we arrived at the camp, Justin headed over to the office and I went the opposite way towards the boy's camp rolling my suitcase behind me. As I was arriving at Adrian's cabin, I noticed him outside kneeling down under the air conditioner that was attached to one of the windows. He turned to me and put his finger over his mouth for me to stay quiet and signaled me to join him. I let go of the suitcase and slowly stepped over to join him.

"Nick, what are you doing here? Where's Justin?" he asked in a hushed voice.

I told him about Albert having to leave right away and about Mr. Phillips assigning me to his group. "Nick, that's great. I'll walk you over as soon as I'm done here."

"What exactly are you doing?" I asked curiously.

He gave me a wicked smile. "Take a look." Adrian looked through a gap that was between the bottom of the air conditioner and the windowsill. When I looked through, I could see that the boys inside were already awake. All six boys were roughhousing and fooling around in their underwear.

Julio and Oliver were at it again, wrestling with each other and trying to pull each other's underwear off. The other four boys got in a circle and pulled down their own underwear and started checking each other out. They started pulling back on their foreskin to see who could pull it back the farthest. I felt a little uneasy. Voyeurism has never been my thing, but I have to admit I was getting really turned on by spying on these boys like this.

"I told the boys I was going out for a jog," Adrian said softly. "At first, that's what I was planning to do. But then I started wondering how these boys behave with each other when I'm not around and they're all by themselves. I tried peeking through the window and that's when I noticed this gap."

"But … I thought you could get these boys to strip naked for you at the snap of your fingers. Wouldn't that be easier and a lot more fun than peeping through this gap?"

"Well, yeah. But when they're getting naked in front of me, they're doing it to get me aroused."

"Isn't that the point?" I drawled.

"Don't get me wrong. I love it when they're naked in front of me. They let me touch their bodies and squeeze their sexy butts and suck their little peckers. But I never see them trying to arouse each other. When I'm there, I'm their main focus point when it comes to them being sexual. I've never seen them being sexual amongst themselves. That is, until now."

Julio and Oliver were now wrestling naked. The other four boys were playfully trying to grab each other's balls and trying to block each other's attempts and stepping back. They came to a point where there was less blocking and more actual contact. Jayden finally allowed Jack to freely grab his boner. This prompted Alan to allow Brad to grab his own boner. I loved those sexy crooked smiles as they started fondling each other. Oliver and Julio noticed the action and playfully went behind Jayden and Alan and stuck their dicks in their butts and started making humping motions.

By now, Adrian and I were rubbing our hardons. "My God. Look at them, Nick. That's what I wanted to see. Watching six horny, naked, little boys alone getting all sexual with each other – it never gets old, dude. No matter how many times I see them naked, they still get me horny as hell."

"Mmm, that Oliver is such a cutie. His little balls are starting to drop down."

"Oh, he is a hottie, especially with that cute accent of his. And what about Jayden with that sexy tan line? Look at that smoking hot ass." Adrian swallowed hard.

"I'm looking at Jack's big cock. It's so hard and thick and so lickable. His body is so smooth." It felt so liberating to be able to talk to another guy so freely and openly about the pleasures of naked boys.

"Yeah, he's very jackable, too. Trust me, I know," Adrian said with amusement. "Uhhh, they're all so jackable. Hey, so I heard the girls decided to bring you into their top-secret club and ended up throwing a little strip-party at your cabin last night. So, what did you think?"

"If I could describe it in one word, it was hotter than fuck. Would you believe Jayden and Max were actually grinding on each other – naked?"

"Jayden and Max? Are you serious? I've been wanting to see Max naked ever since he arrived. Uhhh, fuck … you lucky bastard. I would've given anything to be there. You've gotta tell me the whole thing later on."

We kept staring through the gap. The boys were still trying to find different ways to stimulate each other. Suddenly, I felt Adrian slip his hand between my legs and start rubbing. I closed my eyes as I felt my entire body tingling. I reached over and started rubbing and squeezing on his hardon. Not a word was said as we stimulated each other while we watched these six naked boys playing their sexual games.

"I have an idea," Adrian said softly. "Go knock on the door and ask for me. Pretend you haven't seen me."

"What for?"

"I want to see how they react. Come on, Nick. Please?"

"Alright," I said with a sigh. I walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Then I started knocking. After a few seconds, I noticed the blinds being parted momentarily. Then I heard loud whispers and a lot of bumping around from inside. About a minute later, I heard the door unlock and someone started opening it slowly. Little Oliver was standing at the entrance bare chested with a towel around his waist. The towel was really low and looked like it would drop down at any moment.

"Hey, Nick. Watcha doin'? Come on in," he said innocently.

I slowly stepped through and Oliver quickly shut the door and locked it again. I looked around the room and noticed all the boys were on their beds naked with loose towels strategically placed to cover their most interesting body parts. Some were on their stomachs with their butts half exposed, some were on their backs with erections pushing up the towels, and some were on their bunks leaning against the wall with a towel over their spread knees giving me a clear view of their little boners.

"Um …" I swallowed hard. "W-where's Adrian?"

"He went jogging," Oliver said and gave me a cute smile.

I looked around nervously and wondered if all of these boys were really trying to get me aroused. I stood still wondering what I should do or what they were expecting me to do. What if I misinterpret their motives and make the wrong move? The boys started shifting themselves to expose more of their nakedness as they took glances at me. Oh my God, I was almost getting delirious at the closeness of their golden bodies. What do I do? I felt a little awkward as some of the boys uncovered themselves completely.

Jack walked up to me sporting his thick erected cock. I loved watching him walk naked like that. "Hey Nick, you wanna see my drawing?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his upper bunk. His round butt looked so inviting. This sexy twelve-year old started climbing the small ladder very slowly and paused, giving me a full view of his butt and the wonders between his legs. He climbed to the top and bent down on his knees with his butt sticking up in my face as he paged through some drawings on his notebook. I could see his little pink butthole. Hooo … is this what goes on in this cabin on a daily basis? Adrian is one lucky bastard. Jack kept looking back at me as if waiting for me to do something.

Then I heard the door being unlocked. "Nick! Hey, what's up man?"

I turned around and saw Adrian walking in acting as if he had just finished his jog. After locking the door, Adrian walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "Remember what I told you yesterday? Nick, these boys are practically throwing themselves at you. They're coming on to you big time and they're inviting you in, don't you see it?" He grabbed my hand and had me cup Jack's boner between his legs. "That's what he's inviting you to do."

Jack turned around and stood up on his knees. "It's about time, Nick. What – do I have to spell it out for you?"

Jack started rubbing his chest up and down and moving his body seductively with the sexiest of grins. Adrian climbed on top and sat down with his legs hanging down. He started squeezing and caressing Jack's ass. "Go for it, dude. Just do it man."

Okay – this is totally consensual. He's letting me do this and all these other boys are all horny with their big horny smiles. I did tell myself that I would start taking advantage of all these opportunities and start giving in to my sexual impulses. Fuck it – I reached up and grabbed Jack's boner.

"Yeah, there you go. Just grab that thick cock like you wanted," Adrian said, as he fondled Jack's balls between his legs.

Jack gave me an inviting smile. "Go ahead Nick. Jerk me off; suck me off; you can even fuck me, if you want."

"Yeah, go for it, Nick," said Jayden. "Jack wants you to jack him off," he giggled.

Oh God – all this dirty talk from such young boys just added to my mounting arousals. The other naked boys gathered around and looked on with sexual curiosity. I continued fondling Jack while Adrian kept caressing his butt. It was as if Jack was some kind of sexual display and Adrian was demonstrating all the erotic things I could do with him. The expressions of arousal on Jack's face were deafening. He reached into Adrian's shorts and started jerking him off.

I started jerking Jack's delicious cock and he leaned back onto the bed and opened his legs wide. Suddenly, I felt several hands from the bottom bunk undoing my belt, unbuttoning my shorts, and pulling on my zipper. I looked down and saw Oliver pulling down my shorts and underwear before I knew what was happening. I felt his little fingers wrapping around my boner as the other boys eagerly joined in. I could feel a whole bunch of hands squeezing my butt, grabbing my balls between my legs and shoving Oliver's hand away so they could get a turn grabbing my almost painful erection. I was so lost in all these intense pleasures that I just surrendered myself to the sexual whims of these naked boys.

The boys started arguing about who was next to have some fun with me. To my disappointment, Adrian explained to the boys that I was taking over Albert's group and he needed to take me there right away. Oliver walked up to me with his cute boner and handed me a bottle of body lotion with a pleading expression. I … I just couldn't resist. I poured some in my palm and spread it all over his body, especially over his cute knob and sexy butt.

When I was done, Oliver pressed his chest against my hardon and hugged me tightly while looking up at me. "Thanks, Nick," he said with a wide grin. Uhhh – I wanted to jerk myself off so bad.

"Oh my God, Adrian. Where did you find these boys?" I asked incredulously, as we walked out of the cabin.

"They found me, remember?"

Adrian had me follow him to the cabin where I was to take over as counselor. As I rolled my suitcase behind me, my heart was fluttering at the thought of being in charge of six young boys all by myself. What have I gotten myself into?

"Adrian, I've never done this before. What am I gonna do? I don't know anything about leading a group of boys at a summer camp."

"Don't worry. You've attended summer camps before and that should be enough to get you started. It's really not that hard. Just follow the activities schedule posted on the bulletin board at your cabin and walk them over. Once you get them there, they'll know what to do and if not, they'll figure it out. I'll try to get our two groups together as much as I can so I can help you out. If anything comes up at night, just give me a call at that number I gave you. Your new cabin's not too far away from ours."

"Well, what about the um … I mean, what kind of rules did Albert use with his group? Was he using the camp rules or, you know, your kind of rules?"

"Albert was one of the counselors I couldn't figure out. I saw the way he would look at the boys and I could tell he felt aroused by them. But at the same time, he was enforcing the camp rules and he was a little strict about it. But based on some conversations I've had with him, I know there were a few adventurous boys who liked to tease the hell out of him by flashing their boners at him and try to come up with different ways to get him excited."

"Really?" My heart started beating a little faster.

"There was something odd about him though. He seemed very conflicted and he kind of reminded me of you. He was struggling with something, but he would never talk to me about it."

"Hey, when you started with your own groups, how did you introduce your rules with them? I mean, how did you know which boys would be into that kind of stuff?"

"I did it by going slow. I started by doing some seemingly innocent things to gage their reactions."

"Like what?"

As we walked down the trail, Adrian started telling me about the different techniques he has used with each new group and gave me some tips on how to get the boys in my group to start being sexual with me without making it too obvious. He made it sound so simple. Could it really be that easy?

"I learned to take certain cues from their reactions and started playing by their rules. Once they'd figured out that they could play their sexual games with me, the foreplay became a lot more interesting. And they know that whatever goes on in the cabin is top secret and strictly between us.

"To them it's kind of an unspoken code that they know would put the whole group in jeopardy if anyone else found out about it. They also don't want to jeopardize their social status by blabbing to anyone about all the perverted stuff that goes on in their cabins. The last thing they wanna do is be labeled a snitch or a tattle-tale by the rest of the group. So – tell me more about what happened last night."

I stopped and stared at him for a moment. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and recounted everything. "Oh my God, Adrian, it was almost overwhelming for me. The way Max was dancing naked with that cap and sunglasses; seeing Jayden's naked body with those red lace-up boots and long gloves; the way they were fooling around wiggling their boners and those tight asses at everyone – they were so … they were so … "

"Erotic?"

"It was more than erotic. It was nasty, seductive, steamy, raunchy, kinky … it was so orgasmic. I've never seen so much debauchery with so many young boys. I've never seen anything like it."

"Hey, maybe we could put on our own show with some of the boys from both of our groups before the end of the session."

"Really? But, how would this work? Are you just gonna ask for volunteers?"

"I'll talk to my boys and when we get our two groups together, they'll talk to your boys and we'll see what happens. We'll have to come up with a code name to pass the word around."

"How about The Highrise Club?"

"Ooh, I saw what you did there. Not bad." Adrian thought for a moment. "How about … The Hairless Harem?"

"Oooh, yeah. Or … Or, The Rising Appendages? No wait, I've got it – we'll call it The Rising Members."

Adrian snapped his fingers. "Dude, that's it. That's perfect. The Rising Members it is!"

We continued walking and I started thinking about Justin interacting with Adrian's group. What if Adrian tries to get kinky with him? I started having mixed feelings about that. Maybe I should start dropping hints about my personal interest in him.

"I guess you heard about Justin staying at my cabin last night."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that. How did it go? Did you guys do any fooling around?"

I gave him an embarrassed smile. "Yeah, you could say that. It was his first time, actually. It was really special and I … I kind of formed a connection with him. But it was completely consensual," I emphasized.

"Mmm, I'm jealous. He looks smoking hot. You did a fantastic job in changing the way he looks. I was really impressed. I envy you, Nick."

"Why?"

"Because you got to do something I've always been wanting to do. You got to spend a whole night being intimate with a young willing boy, all alone in your very own cabin, just the two of you making passionate love and exploring each other's bodies without any interruptions and without the risk of being caught. I've never had the opportunity to do that with any of these boys."

"Well, I have to admit that what happened to me was pure luck. By the way, how did you find out about what went on in my cabin last night?"

"Jayden told me all about it. By the way, guess who you're going to find as part of your group. I'll give you a hint – you're not gonna like it."

I gasped. "Oh, fuck. Please don't tell me it's that bully, what's his name?"

"Yup, it's Frankie. You guessed it."

"Fuck. I told you not to tell me," I said, leaning my head back with a groan. "I hope that little scolding you gave them did the trick."

Adrian started chuckling. "Shit – it better have. Well, here's some good news. Guess who else you're gonna find as part of your group. I'll give you another hint – you're gonna like this one. You got to know him very well last night.

"You mean Max? Are you fucking serious? Oh my God – yessss!"

En route to the Boy's Camp
Justin

The lady was driving me to the boy's camp in her utility cart. She was being unusually quiet which wasn't at all like her. Usually, she'd be finding excuses to bitch at me for something. She was acting really weird and I didn't like it. She finally broke her silence.

"Justin, remember that group I told you about? I want you to start going to their meetings when we get back home."

"But dad said I didn't have to go if I didn't want to."

"It's a wonderful group. They'll give you a whole new perspective on your … on a lot of things. And things would go a lot easier on you if you agree. If you join their group, I promise I won't lay a hand on you ever again. What do you say?"

I didn't know exactly what this group was about, but I remembered hearing grandpa saying something about horror stories about it. "But … but I don't wanna to go." I tensed up and prepared myself for a smack on the head.

Her expression darkened for a moment and then she forced herself to smile again. "You're going," she said smugly. "And you are going willingly, one way or another. Mark my words. I'm gonna make sure of it."

Go willingly? How would she … I was getting really nervous now. I kept glancing at her devious grin through the corner of my eye. She was up to something and my blood was turning to ice water as I started imagining the worst. Whatever she's up to, it's gonna be a doozie. Regardless, I am not joining that group no matter what.

"By the way, when we get to Nick's cabin, tell him to meet me outside. I want to talk to him."

"What for?" I asked a little defensively with a sinking feeling. She just looked at me with a sadistic grin.

What the hell are you up to, you stupid bitch?

Chapter 13
New Assignment

Nicholas' new assigned cabin

"Well, here we are. Some of the boys are probably still asleep, so I'll just let you introduce yourself. Call me if you need anything," Adrian said, walking away.

"Thanks. I will. You can count on it."

I stared at the doorknob nervously as I felt my body swelling up with arousals. I quietly walked into the cabin and looked around. It smelled musty and stale. There were four bunk beds, two on each side flush against the wall. One of the bunk beds had only one bed at the bottom with the top bunk full of supplies and extra blankets. That must be where I'll be sleeping. Five of the other beds were occupied by sleeping boys with the sixth bed on the top neatly made up. That'll probably be Justin's bunk.

All the boys were uncovered wearing their shorts, tee shirts and dirty white socks. Even though it was still early in the morning, it felt a little stuffy in here. They looked so peaceful and angelic in the quiet of the morning. One of the boys on the top bunk woke up and looked at me bleary-eyed. He was around eight or nine years old and was one of the boys who went to apologize to Justin during the campfire last night.

"Nick? What are you doing here?" He looked at Albert's empty bed. "Where's Albert?"

"Albert had to leave, so I'm gonna be your new counselor," I said in a hushed voice.

The boy stared at me for a moment in blank confusion as he processed what I had just told him.

"What? You're gonna be our new counselor?" he asked incredulously. "Guys wake up!" he shrieked, making me wince as he abruptly pierced the stillness of the room. The other boys started groaning in protest for being pulled out of their slumber.

"What are you blabbing about now, Ricky?" groaned one of the boys.

"Albert's gone! Nick's gonna be our new counselor!" Ricky exclaimed excitedly.

That caught everyone's attention. The boys started climbing out of their bunks and assembled in front of me, rubbing their eyes and causing a chain reaction of yawns. Max came up with an extra-wide smile. "Hey, Nick. Are you serious? That's fucking awesome dude."

Max was pulled back by Frankie, who stepped up in front of him. "What's going on? What happened to Albert?" he asked disapprovingly.

"Albert had a family emergency and had to leave a few hours ago. I'm taking over your group for the rest of this session."

Frankie's eyes kind of widened a bit with a worried look. "But … but Albert didn't have a …" Frankie walked over to the window and looked outside. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to cry.

"Frankie, what wrong?" I asked.

Frankie turned around angrily and walked back to his bed. "Nothing's wrong. Just leave me alone. So Albert's gone – big deal. You woke me up for that? Let's go back to bed guys. I wanna get some more sleep," Frankie said as he climbed into bed and curled himself under the covers.

None of the boys even acknowledged him as they started chatting among themselves with what looked like mischievous smiles.

"I know most of you, but let me see – I already know you, Max."

"I'll bet," he whispered with a knowing smile.

He wasn't wearing any makeup, which gave him a different kind of sex appeal.

"And I take it you're Ricky?"

"He's a hugger," commented one of the boys.

Ricky came up to me and gave me a tight hug while he looked up with a toothy smile.

"I'm a hugger."

He had shiny jet-black hair with bangs that came down to his eyes and he also had a missing upper tooth which made him look so cute.

The other two boys introduced themselves as Shane and Shawn and informed me that they were cousins. My God, they took my breath away as I realized they almost looked like twins. They were around twelve years old with puffy blonde hair and light brown eyes.

Its time to put some of Adrian's suggestions into action.

"Well, you boys can go back to bed if you want. I need to take a quick shower."

I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. When I walked into the restroom, I deliberately left the door slightly open as I started stripping in partial view of the boys. When I was down to my briefs, Frankie hurriedly walked over to the door.

"Hey, you can't do that. You're supposed to close the door all the way and lock it," he said, reaching for the doorknob.

"Frankie, shut up," some of the boys hissed. "He's the counselor and he can do whatever he wants."

"No, he can't. He has to follow the camp rules," Frankie insisted heatedly.

Max reopened the door and stood in front of him, staring him down, "What are you gonna do, Frankie? Are you gonna be a tattletale? Are you gonna be a fucking snitch?"

"I don't have to," he said with an evil grin.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see."

I stood still as I watched the exchange through the crack on the door. It sounded like Frankie went back to bed. The rest of the boys turned their attention back to me, trying to make it look like they weren't peeking. I was trying to act nonchalant as I casually pulled down my underwear. I saw movement through the opening and could tell the boys were trying to get a glimpse of me stepping naked into the shower. I could tell by the looks on their faces that they liked what they were seeing.

I looked at the showers and noticed that none of them had a bar of soap. Perfect. One of the showers had a worn-out curtain with almost half of the plastic clamps detached. I deliberately stepped into that one and noticed with satisfaction that it wouldn't close all the way. I started adjusting the water temperature and as I let the water flow over my head, I could hear whispering and soft voices coming from the door.

"Hey guys, can one of you lend me a bar of soap?!" I yelled out.

I could hear some scrambling going on for a few seconds. I opened my eyes and found four smiling boys holding the shower curtain open leering at my naked body, eagerly offering their plastic soap containers. I started laughing and chose Ricky's bar of soap, which made him smile with satisfaction.

"Fuck yeah," said Ricky. He gasped with his hand over his mouth. "Can I say the word 'fuck'?"

"You just did, you doofus. He's also a potty mouth," said one of the boys.

After the boys left, Max lingered for a few more seconds leering at me as I started soaping my body. "Nice," he said softly with a sexy smile staring at my full erection. "Very nice."

"Max!" shouted one of the boys.

"What?" he hissed.

"Get over here."

"I'm coming," he said as he kept staring at me lustfully; I kept quiet and let him decide what he wanted to do.

"Hey, are you gonna enforce the same rules as Albert?"

"I might make a few changes," I said, getting more excited by his question.

"Can you make the rules the same as Adrian's?"

"I'm not sure. That depends on how the other boys feel about that?"

"Oh, they wouldn't mind. I'm sure I wouldn't. I have a feeling they are all as horny as I am, except for Frankie. I don't know what's up with that guy. But we've been trying to get Albert to loosen up a little, but he's been acting squirmy lately."

"Well, I don't know. We'll see."

Max kept staring at my soaped-up body for a while longer, "Maybe this will convince you," he said as he started stripping.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting into the other shower before you hog up all the hot water."

"Oh, um wellll … yeah, okay, go ahead."

He started stripping right in front of the shower curtain, knowing full well that I was staring at him. He wanted me to stare. I had seen him strip just last night and I was hooked. When he was down to his tenting briefs, he turned around and looked at me over his shoulder with a sexy smile as he slowly and seductively pulled down his underwear to expose his sexy butt. Then he bent down to pull his briefs to his ankles. Oh God, I'm beginning to love this job.

I stared at his naked butt cheeks and I was powerfully tempted to ask him if he wanted to join me. But not yet. I need to play this out a little bit longer. Frankie is the unknown element and he might make trouble for me if I go too fast. As I was lathering my balls with soap, I noticed Max through the corner of my eye, holding my curtain open staring at me. He was standing there leaning on one leg with one of his hands on his hip with a full erection. It was one of the most seductive poses I had ever seen. I straightened up with my mouth partly open and froze as I just stared at his irresistible boner. He started pushing his fingers through his sexy hair. Then the soap slipped out of my hands.

"Are you um … done with that?"

"Huh?" I looked down as I started lathering my erection. "Oh, you mean the soap."

He started giggling, "Yeah, that too. Here, let me get that."

Max walked in and stood right in front of me facing away; then he slowly bent down to grab the soap from the floor which caused his butt to make full contact with the tip of my flaming penis. I closed my eyes and smiled widely from these wild arousals.

After Max stepped back into his shower, I kept imagining lathering Max's entire body. I was about to step into the other shower and join him when I suddenly got a flashback of the incident when I was alone in the showers with those two boys at the pool that got me in trouble. I also noticed that some of the other boys kept peeking at us with interest. I'll have plenty of opportunities later on, but damn this is torture.

"Hey guys, can one of you hand me a towel?"

"Yeah, me too!" shouted Max.

Sure enough, I heard some scrambling again and three smiling boys walked in to hand us a towel.

"Um, thanks, guys."

Max and I kept staring at each other's boners as we dried our bodies. The boys started walking away, pulling Ricky by the collar, making him walk backward as he leered at the full frontals of Max and me. The other boys kept staring back as well and it was apparent that they were not accustomed to seeing this much nudity. But I could tell they were aroused because they all were rubbing their boners with their wrists over their shorts and trying to hide it. We wrapped the towels around our waists and walked out to get dressed.

"It's about fucking time," Frankie muttered with a towel over his shoulder as he pushed through the boys heading for the bathroom. "Probably hogged up all the hot water too."

"Frankie, hold up," said Shane jogging to the bathroom door. "I need to take a dump really bad."

"Tough shit. Go crap outside."

"Frankie, you're gonna be in the shower," I said. "Why can't you just leave the door open so these boys can use the toilets?"

"Because it's against the rules!" he said loudly. "Just like it's against the rules for you two to be showering while these guys walk in on you. And it's against the rules for you two to be standing out here wrapped in your towels half-naked."

"Look, some of these rules don't make any sense to me and I'm gonna be making some changes. In the meantime, I am ordering you to leave that door open."

Frankie gave me the finger with a defiant stare and closed the door loudly and locked it. This fucking brat is starting to piss me off. I reached into my suitcase and took out a small screwdriver. I headed for the door and unscrewed the doorknob, letting both pieces fall to the floor. When I opened the door, I found Frankie shirtless as he stared at me, wide-eyed, behind his shoulder and quickly dashed behind the shower curtain.

"Get out! Get out!" he shouted.

"Jeez, Frankie. I'm not gonna rape you dude. Look, I'm in charge here and this door stays open whether you like it or not."

"Go to hell," Frankie said as he reached under the curtain and grabbed his shirt.

After slipping it on, he angrily headed back to his bunk as Shane ran into one of the stalls to relieve himself. Then I saw Justin walking in.

"What are you doing here?" Frankie demanded heatedly.

Justin looked at Max and me wrapped in our towels in confusion.

"I um … I'm assigned here."

"Oh my God, can this day get any worse," Frankie quickly put his shoes on and went to confront Justin. "Just stay the hell out of my way okay?" he said as he walked out the door.

It was weird the way he said it. He sounded angry, but with a mixture of compassion or sympathy, or something like that.

"Hey Justin," I said sheepishly. "Um, your bunk's over there."

Justin gave me a smirk, "I can see you're getting acquainted with your new group, huh Nick?" Justin said under his breath as he passed by; making me feel a little guilty wondering if he was jealous.

"Hey Justin," said Max with a big smile, "First we get Nick to be our new Counselor and now you're gonna join our group? Welcome to the party. What a way to start the day, huh? By the way, you're gonna be my bunkmate."

Justin looked down at his body, "Where would you like me? On the top or the bottom?"

"I'll take you both ways," Max said sexily.

Justin gave me a weird expression as he walked over to stand in front of Max, "Is there a third option? Here, let me help you with that."

He undid the knot and unwrapped the towel leaving Max completely naked. He started drying Max' body while taking glances at me while the other boys continued rubbing their boners with their wrists. He was trying to make me feel jealous. It's as if he was throwing it in my face that if I could fool around with other boys, so could he. But the weird thing is, he didn't look angry or upset.

Max raised his arms and opened his legs so Justin could dry every part of his body. He kept pressing the towel over and under his boner and in between his legs. When Justin was done, he knelt in front of Max' boner and hooked the towel over it.

"There. All done."

Little Ricky came up to me and unwrapped my towel and started drying my body, making sure that my boner and balls were nice and dry. Shane and Shawn started giggling. When he was done, he hooked the towel over my dick just like Justin did with Max. Ricky then gave me a tight hug and planted his palms over my butt cheeks and looked up at me with a wide smile.

"All done," he said cheerfully.

Mmm, I can't wait to see this little cutie naked. I can't wait to see all of them naked. I can't believe I'm getting paid for this.

"Oh, by the way, the wicked witch of the west wants to see you outside," said Justin.

"What? Is she outside? Why does she want to talk to me?"

"I don't know," he said distractedly as he watched Max pulling up his underwear, "She just told me to tell you."

A few minutes later, after I had gotten dressed, I stepped out the door to see what the lady wanted. Two things caught my attention: Frankie had just finished talking to Mrs. Phillips and little Ricky was hiding behind some bushes listening in.

"Hey Nick, wait up," Justin yelled following from behind.

"Justin. Hey listen up, Max and I were in separate showers and um …"

"Nick, it's okay. I have to admit he is pretty hot. My coupons are not limited to one customer per visit. Maybe the three of us could, you know, share the coupon?"

"A threesome? I like the way you think."

"Maybe I can throw in Jayden as a bonus."

"Justin," I said wide-eyed. "Look at you. I've created a sex addict."

Justin suddenly looked worried, "Listen, before you go, I have a strange feeling the lady is up to something. When you go talk to her, be on your guard and be careful, okay?"

"Don't' worry about me, kid. I'm just glad you're gonna be staying with us. And you know what? You were fucking awesome last night. I couldn't get enough of you. You wanna go for another round?"

"Yeah. You mean it?"

I just brushed his cheek affectionately with my fingers as I walked away. A few minutes later, I saw where Mrs. Phillips was waiting for me. She was sitting on her utility cart with her arms crossed and she didn't look happy. As soon as she saw me, she gave me a chilling smile. Now I started to worry.

Nicholas' Cabin

Justin

"Details. I want details," said Max as he delicately applied some makeup on my face.

All the boys except for Frankie were sitting down in a semi-circle listening attentively as I told them the story of how Nick had guided me through my first sexual experience. Shawn and Shane were tinkering with a mid-sized drone that had a broken rotor. I wasn't used to so many guys paying this much attention to me. Its awesome.

"So, let me get this straight – you played strip popcorn with him and made him some coupons to get him to loosen up?"

"What, you don't believe me?"

"Of course I believe you. Dude, you're a genius," Max said, shoving me with his shoulder.

"Hey Justin, I heard you have a giant dick. Is it true? Can you show us?" Ricky asked as he reached between my legs.

"Behave," snapped Max as he slapped Ricky's hand away.

"Well, did you at least let him suck your giant dick?" asked Ricky excitedly.

"Did you suck him back?" asked Shane.

"Did you guys fuck?" asked Shawn with as much interest.

"Did you guys fall in looove?" asked Max batting his eyelashes while putting his head on my shoulder.

I started laughing as I playfully pushed him away. "Yes, yes, no, and um … I guess," I said trying not to blush.

Max squealed in delight. "Are you gonna? Huh? Are you guys gonna fuck?"

"Maybe," I said smugly brushing my shoulder.

All the boys looked at each other with glee. It's hard to believe that these are the same boys who used to tease me and make fun of me not too long ago. But I also remember that Frankie was the one who always started it and got the other boys to follow along. I turned to look at the door and realized Nick had been outside for a long time. What is keeping him?

"Hold still," Max said as he continued applying some makeup on my face. "Dude, will you relax? You're gonna end up looking like a clown if you don't stand still," he complained.

"Sorry. Hey, thanks for putting this makeup on me. I'm just a little nervous and a bit worried. Why is Nick taking so long? He's been out there with that witch for the longest time. And what if the lady sees me with this makeup and starts freaking out?"

"Why would she freak out? Isn't this part of who we are? We're in a freaking LGTBQ camp. Why the fuck would she have a problem with that? She's seen me with makeup and she's never told me anything."

"I know. She hates me, that's all," I said, looking down sadly.

Max wrapped his arms around me and gave me a comforting hug. "Well, we don't hate you, right guys?"

"Speak for yourself," said Frankie in a mocking voice as he was doing pull-ups from the metal bars of his bunk bed.

"Shut up, Frankie," Max said angrily.

"What, just because he changed his looks you think no one's gonna hate him anymore? He's still gonna be the fucking bastard son nobody wants for the rest of his life."

Max stood up, making fists with his hands while the other boys looked on with concern.

"Frankie, you better shut your fucking trap or I'm gonna shut it for you."

"I bet you pretty soon, even Nick's gonna end up hating him."

"Shut up!"

Frankie started laughing and began flexing his muscles, "Or what? You're gonna smack me around as his mother does with Justin? I'd love to see you try. Well, come on dickhead. Come and shut my mouth."

"Guys come on. Don't do this," I pleaded.

Max walked up to Frankie and pushed him hard against the wall. Frankie charged back and they both started wrestling. That's when we heard the door being kicked open. Nick stormed in and slammed the door loudly. He stormed over to the corner and started kicking the small metal trashcan over and over again until it was a mangled mess. We all stood frozen and stared at him as he stared back looking very pissed off. Something was terribly wrong.

I slowly walked up to him, "Nick, w-what happened out there? What did the lady tell you?"

"Stay the hell away from me," he snapped. "You all have five minutes to get dressed and walk out that fucking door to the chow hall. "Move!" he shouted, giving me a chilling stare. "And wipe off that goddammed makeup off your face. You look fucking stupid." He turned around and stormed into the restroom slamming the door behind him.

We all looked at each other in stunned disbelief. I tried to control my emotions, wondering what was going on. What did she tell him? What has she done? You fucking bitch, what the hell have you done?

Chapter 14
Shattered Dreams

Chow Hall

Justin

I sat at the table, just staring at my plate. My vision became blurry from the tears forming in my eyes. Nick was behaving like some wild person that I didn't even recognize. What could that lady have possibly told him to make him react like this? Max and the others were sitting next to me, trying to comfort me.

"Hey, you okay?" Max asked with concern. "Don't worry about Nick. I'm pretty sure it's nothing to worry about. That woman can have that kind of effect on anybody. You should know, right?"

I started shaking my head, "I don't get it. He looked at me really mean like if he hated me. Why would he do that to me?"

Ricky hurriedly came over with his tray to sit at our table with us, "Justin, I have something really important I need to tell you," he said in a hushed voice.

"Ricky, not now. Can't you see he's not in the mood for another one of your stories," said Max pointedly.

"But this is not one of my stories. This is for real! I heard Mrs. …"

"Hush!" Max pointed to the window, "Look, here comes Nick. Why don't you go up to him and ask him? Just ask him straight up."

Nick walked up the steps to the porch and waited outside. I guess he wasn't hungry either.

"You know what? You're right. I'll go out there and ask him. There has to be a reasonable explanation, right?"

"Yeah, that's the spirit. Just offer him another coupon," he teased.

"Good idea," I said, feeling more relaxed. "I'll make him an offer he can't refuse."

"Justin, wait!" Ricky pleaded.

"I said hush," snapped Max

As I walked towards the door, I saw Frankie coming in, which made me wonder what took him so long. Oh well, who cares. Feeling a little bit more confident, I walked out the door to confront Nick and find out what the hell was going on. And then I hesitated when I saw how angry he still looked.

"Hey," I said softly feeling apprehensive; I just stared at him with anticipation waiting anxiously for him to say something.

"I told you to stay the hell away from me," he said ominously as he stared straight ahead not even looking at me.

"But why?" I asked in despair, "Nick, what's wrong? What's going on? Why are you acting like this? What did that lady tell you?"

He closed his eyes tight, "It doesn't matter. You're moving over to Adrian's group starting right now."

"No … No, no, no," I cried desperately. "What did I do? What did I do? Was it because of this?" I asked, holding up my palm with Nick's name with the heart around it. "Did she find out about us? Is that what this is about? Nick, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I didn't mean for her to see it. I'll be more careful. I promise I'll be more careful. Please don't send me away. Please!"

Nick looked like he was about to lose his composure, "Stop … stop, just stop," he begged as he started backing away.

I could feel streams of tears coming down. I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Nick, I'm begging you. Please don't do this. I wanna stay with you. Nick, you told me last night that if you ever did anything to hurt me that I should tell you. You said I should let you know. Nick, you're hurting me. You're hurting me really bad and you won't even tell me why," and I pulled harder on his arm as he tried to walk away. "Please don't send me away," I cried out loud. "Tell me what to do – just tell me what to do!"

"I said stop!" he screamed as he pushed me away, making me fall on the ground. He said it so loud that everyone from inside came to the window. "And I already told you to wipe that fucking crap off your face."

"I don't want to," I sobbed, looking up at him. "What's happening to you?"

Without any warning, he viciously pulled me up by the arm, pushed me hard against the wall and started smearing the makeup I had on all over my face with his hands. He grabbed me hard by both wrists and pulled me inside as if he wanted to put my smeared face on display for everyone to see. Everyone froze and the entire hall was stunned into silence as everyone stared at what Nick had done to me. Frankie looked on with a blank stare.

"Now you don't have a choice," Nick mumbled.

Adrian came up completely bewildered, "Nick, what the hell is wrong with you?" he asked incredulously.

Max ran up and pulled me away from Nick, "What the fuck's your problem, man? Get the fuck away from him."

By now my sobs had turned into wails. I looked at Nick with such despair.

"I hate you. I hate you," I screamed as I ran out the door.

I just ran and ran not caring where I was running to. My mind was in a fog of misery and heartbreak. Time and space were meaningless as I searched desperately for some solace, for anything to ease the pain, for a lifeline that I could grab on to keep me from falling deeper and deeper into this chasm of hopelessness.

After my sprint, I was drained. I continued walking slowly, meandering through the campsite aimlessly, feeling my teardrops dripping from my cheeks. I finally reached a dock at the edge of the lake in a secluded area. I walked over to the edge and sat down, staring into the dark water. I started crying again, feeling so, so alone.

This morning I was the happiest person in the whole universe. Now I felt like I was the loneliest. The dark waters kept calling to me promising to end my misery. All I had to do was jump in and end it all. No one would miss me anyway. Frankie was right. Nobody wants a bastard son. My mom didn't want me, my stepmom doesn't want me, Nick doesn't want me, and my dad probably took me in because he felt he didn't have any choice. I bet he doesn't want me either.

I reached down to wet my palm and started rubbing off Nick's name. This was all my fault. How stupid could I be putting Nick's name on my palm with a heart around it where anyone can see it? Through the corner of my eye, I saw a mama duck and her three little ducklings floating towards me. They started quacking at me as they swam close to the dock waiting for me to throw them some food. At least these ducks wanted me. I looked around and found a half-filled discarded bag of popcorn. I reached over to grab it and started throwing some down to them. This brought memories of the popcorn game me and Nick were playing last night and I felt more hot tears coming down again.

Then I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned around, hoping it was Nick, but it wasn't him. It was from Max. I turned around and embraced him as I started crying on his shoulder. After a while, I felt like I had run out of tears. We sat next to each other on the dock as I leaned my head on his shoulder with his arm around me as he gently caressed my hair.

He reached into his fanny pack, strapped around his waist and pulled out a handkerchief. He reached down to wet it and started wiping off the makeup that Nick had smeared all over my face. I just sat there staring blankly at nothing as Max wiped away as much makeup as he could.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly. I just shrugged my shoulders. "You wanna talk about it," he asked as he kept wiping my face.

I looked at him as my eyes started pooling with tears again, "It hurts right here, Max," I said softly pointing to my heart. "It hurts really badly."

"I know Justin," he said softly wiping my tears. "I'm really sorry. But you're not alone okay? I'll stay with you as long as you want."

I nodded my head sadly as I leaned into him.

"Justin, you must realize that Mrs. Phillips has something to do with all this, right? I mean, think about it – Nick was all happy and bubbly when you walked into our cabin and now all of a sudden, he's a fucking asshole right after he finished talking with her?"

I looked down at my palm and pulled it up for Max to see.

"It's because of this. I was talking to her and grandpa at the office this morning and she saw it. She knows. She knows about Nick and me and it's all my fault."

"Maybe Nick feels like he doesn't have a choice. Maybe she's threatening him and told him to break it off with you."

"But why wouldn't he tell me that? Why did he have to treat me so mean? He fucken attacked me. He kept telling me to wipe the makeup off my face but, this doesn't make any sense. We talked about this and he was excited about me wearing makeup. He humiliated me in front of everyone and it looked like he did it on purpose."

"There's something else. I think Frankie might be in on this in some way."

"What? Why do you say that?"

"When we all left the cabin, I forgot my fanny pack and ran back to get it. I walked inside and as I was wrapping it around my waist, I heard someone talking outside. I walked over to the back window and saw Nick and Frankie arguing about something, but they were too far away for me to hear anything."

"Maybe Nick was chewing him out about something."

"Here's the thing – Frankie was the one who was chewing out Nick and he was letting him. He looked really pissed, but he was letting him."

"Max, I think you may be on to something. Remember when you were putting makeup on my face and Frankie started teasing me? He said that even Nick was gonna end up hating me."

"Yeah, I remember. Not only that but when Nick first walked into our cabin to introduce himself, I was arguing with Frankie and I asked him if he was gonna be a snitch when Nick was talking about changing some of the rules. He said he wouldn't have to."

"But Frankie never got the chance to snitch on anybody," I said in confusion.

"Wait a minute – yes he did. Remember when you walked in and Frankie told you to stay the hell away from him as he was walking out? Mrs. Phillips had just dropped you off and she was waiting outside. Frankie must've walked over to her and told her who knows what."

"It doesn't matter," I said, shaking my head. "Nick doesn't want me anymore. And it's all that lady's fault. Do you know why it's been so hard for me to make friends? It's because of her. When I first moved in with her and my dad, I could tell right away that there was a mean streak in her. She volunteers at my school and its like, every time she saw that I was making friends, she would do something to mess it all up for me. Guys that I'd hang around with would suddenly start avoiding me. Pretty soon they'd start picking on me, even the ones who I thought were my friends."

"Now, she's doing the same thing to me all over again here at the camp. I thought that by coming here, I'd be able to get a fresh start. Pretty soon, the same thing that happened at school started happening here. And now Nick is doing the same thing. I don't get it. He's so far gone that I'd be afraid to even come near him."

"He was so kind and gentle with me last night. Even though he was the one teaching me, he made me feel like I was the one guiding him. Every time we made eye contact, we got to see into each other's souls," I said softly almost in a whisper.

"He made me feel so special that I can't even describe it and I don't even know what to call it. All I know is that it was such a special moment in time. One of those moments that will stay with me forever," I said sniffling.

"You know, people can have thousands of happy and wonderful memories. But sometimes it's just not enough when those memories happen. It's who you share those memories with when those moments become special. Nick and I were all alone together, hidden from the world, making love that was as pure as the sunrise after a stormy night. Those moments were special. They were moments of pure joy. It was like a fairytale within a fairytale that went beyond what I was expecting. It couldn't have been any more special. Why does everyone hate me, Max?" I pleaded with more tears coming down. "Why does everyone hate me?!" I cried.

Max started rubbing my back, "Hey, listen to me," Max said, holding me by my shoulders. "You are not doing anything wrong, okay? Everyone doesn't hate you. Mrs. Phillips is the one who hates you and she is the one who is doing this to you. Hey," he said, putting his nose to mine. "I don't hate you," he whispered, wiping my tears.

Max put his arm around my shoulder and we stayed quiet for a moment staring at the lake. He looked around and grabbed the discarded bag of popcorn from the dock and started throwing some popcorn to the quacking ducks. Then he got on his stomach and reached down, letting them eat off his hands.

I don't know what the hell he was thinking but, suddenly he tried grabbing one of the baby ducks. The startled duckling started flailing and the mama duck began flapping her wings furiously and started biting Max on the arm which caused him to lose his balance and fell into the water with a big splash. The pissed-off bird started coming after him even after Max started splashing it with water. It kept quacking angrily as it circled him flapping its wings. I couldn't help but start giggling.

Max decided to duck under the water to get the bird to leave him alone. He swam underwater to the edge of the dock and poked half of his head out looking around.

"Is it gone?"

"No, it's still looking for you," I started laughing. "Dude, you should've seen your face. What the hell did you do that for?"

"I wanted to see if I could hold one of the little ones so you could pet it and make you feel better. I didn't know the mama was gonna fucken freak out on me."

"Yeah, it was crying fowl the whole time." I started giggling harder.

"Hahaha, very funny, wise guy. Give me a hand."

When I reached down to grab his hand, he yanked on my arm and pulled me into the water with a big splash. I resurfaced with a loud gasp and my arms outstretched.

"You idiot!" I yelled as I stood with the water halfway up my chest.

Max was laughing so hard, "Dude, you should've seen your face," he said imitating my voice from when I had told him the same thing and then we started splashing each other laughing and giggling.

A moment later, Max put his hand up. We could hear the faint sounds of a motorboat coming our way. Max waived for me to follow him under the dock. Max reached up and grabbed on to some metal beams over his head. I reached up and did the same thing. We were practically face to face. Max started bumping his legs against mine and pretty soon we were having a leg fight. Max finally brought up his legs and wrapped them around me.

"You're trapped. You're not going anywhere," he said with a smirk.

"Where would I go?" I asked sadly.

"Are you mad because I pulled you into the water?"

I shook my head, "You made me laugh. I guess I needed that."

"Yeah? That's good. I'm glad because I'm gonna make you laugh some more," he said as he started tickling my armpit with one arm making me burst out with more laughter.

Before I knew it, Max leaned over and gently started kissing me as he tightened his legs around me. I pulled away a little startled. He looked at me as if regretting what he had done, but at the same time wanting to do it again. After a moment of just staring at each other, I leaned over and kissed him back. Max broke the kiss, unwrapped his legs around me and swam to the sandy shore.

I just stayed where I was for a moment with a half-smile. Surprisingly, that felt good. That felt very good. I swam out from under the dock and knelt on the wet sand. Max dropped down on his knees and hugged me from behind with his chin on my shoulders. I could feel his breath on my neck. I don't know what he was trying to do, but it felt really comforting.

He pulled off his wet shirt and squeezed the water out. Then he started massaging my shoulders. I took a deep calming breath and let it out slowly. I could feel the tension just oozing out of my body. He started pulling off my shirt and also squeezed the water out. He hugged me from behind again and we just stayed like that shirtless for a while listening to the water lapping against the shore. Then he started kissing my shoulder in a very sensuous way. He gently pushed me onto my back and started unbuttoning my jeans with obvious interest.

"Wait," I said reluctantly, "I … it's too soon, Max. I'm sorry. It's just too soon," I said as I felt a tear rolling down.

Max buttoned up my pants and slowly slid beside me with his knee over my legs. He just stared at me as he wiped the tear from my face.

"I don't know what's gotten into Nick, but the way I see it, you didn't do anything wrong. He must be crazy not to want you," as he started caressing the side of my hair tenderly. "You are the sweetest, most gorgeous looking boy with the most beautiful long dick that I got the privilege to hold, and an even more beautiful looking face, you hear me? You are beautiful Justin – both on the outside and the inside. If Nick can't see that … if he doesn't want you, then I'll take you in a heartbeat," he said, looking into my eyes.

"Are you saying I'm aesthetically pleasing?" I asked with a crooked smile.

"No, you are aesthetically beautiful. Your dick is aesthetically pleasing."

Max placed his hands on my cheek and started kissing me again. I rolled us around where I was lying on top of him. I looked down at his face and continued the kiss a little more forcefully.

"Thank you, Max," I said, giving him a long tight hug.

"Anytime dude. We'd better head back before they send out a search party for us."

We got ourselves on our feet and Max headed towards the water.

"Where are you going?"

"We need to rinse all this sand off of us. It even got inside my underwear."

"Yeah, good idea."

As we started wading into the water, the pissed off duck wasn't having it and started chasing us again. Max and I were laughing so hard as we kept trying to swat the mad duck away. We ended up just running off away from the lake with our clothes full of sand.

As we were heading back to the cabin, Max put his arm around my shoulder. After a few steps, I wrapped my arm around his waist. I kept taking glances at his face through the corner of my eye. I already knew that Max was very beautiful and had a very sexy looking body, especially when he was naked.

I started reflecting on my impressions of him when I first met him. I thought he was conceited the way he acted all tough in front of the others. But ever since that strip dance at Nick's cabin, he's been a whole different Max. He's been like the sweetest and gentlest person with me. Did he mean it when he said he would take me in a heartbeat if Nick doesn't want me anymore?

So confusing, I don't know what to think anymore. But one thing is for sure – I need to find out what that bitch said to Nick to make him turn on me like that. Nick and I had something special. We had something strong, and I can't believe it's over just like that. Well, I'm not giving up. Somehow, I need to get to the bottom of this and find out what the hell's going on.

Chapter 15
Showers Cabin

As we were passing by a row of thick bushes, Max stopped me with his arm. "Wait, do you hear that?"

I stood still and listened. "Yeah, what is that?"

We peeked over the bushes and froze when we saw Nick sitting against a tree with his knees up. He was crying into his arms. He saw us and immediately stood up, wiping his eyes. He just stared at me for what seemed like the longest time. He looked so conflicted and broken and so full of sorrow like if this was the last time we would ever see each other. I wanted so desperately to go to him and hold him and comfort him. I took a step towards him and stopped when he put up his hand.

"Nick, I wanna help."

His face hardened and looked at me angrily. No – it wasn't anger. It was more like remorse and deep regret.

"Nick, please. Let me help you," as he turned around and left.

I started going after him, but Max held me back, "He needs to work this out on his own." He looked at me sympathetically and gave me a comforting hug, "Come on and let's keep going."

We continued walking and came up to the boarded-up showers cabin and decided to go around the back and take a break on one of the benches. Then we heard someone talking in a low voice from inside. Max put his finger to his lips and climbed on top of the backrest. He motioned for me to climb up next to him.

We started peeking through a gap at the top of the wall designed to let out the steam from the showers. We could see little Ricky inside with Tyler and Theo. Tyler had been coming here as a camper for a couple of years until he transitioned into an official counselor when he turned eighteen two years ago. He had short sandy brown hair combed to the side.

Theo was another young trainee who was new, just like Nick. Tyler had been assigned to be his trainer. He was a really cute teen with long sandy bangs going down the side of his face. He looked like one of those persons who look like both a guy and a girl. He had a sort of an effeminate voice and if it weren't for his name, I could've easily mistaken him for a girl.

Ricky's clothes were almost completely covered with wet mud, including his face and his hair. While Ricky was in one of the stalls using the restroom, Tyler was talking softly with Theo. Theo nodded with a big smile and started turning on the water spray and adjusting the temperature.

"Tyler, are you sure we won't get in trouble? What if he tells someone?"

"Relax. Albert's not here anymore and Nick's taken over his group. Guess who he was training with? Adrian, that's who."

"Adrian?" Theo said in awe. "You mean the one who can get his boys to strip with a snap of his fingers and they let him grab them and have sex orgies with them? Oooh God, how come you can't get our boys to do something like that?"

"Too risky. There are some boys who are not ready for that yet, so we have to be really careful."

"You think we can get little Ricky to strip and shower naked for us? Maybe we can get naked too and shower with him."

"Well, I don't think we can get away with us taking a shower with him, but I think we can try getting him naked and have some fun with him."

"Oh, that would be awesome. I haven't seen one single naked boy since I got here, not even one in his underwear. I wish I were training with Adrian. Um, no offense."

"Shit, I wish I was training with Adrian too. By the way, good job pushing the little guy into that mud pit and making it look like an accident. If we can get him into the shower spray with his clothes on, then maybe …"

"Tyler, I'm serious," Ricky exclaimed coming out of the stall. "Like I was saying, that's what Mrs. Phillips was telling Frankie to do. Cross my heart – I'm not lying."

"That's a pretty wild story, Ricky," said Theo. "Come here so we can get all this mud off of you," he said, pulling Ricky under the water spray.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Ricky shouted. "Didn't Adrian say you were supposed to take me back to my cabin to change?"

"We are," said Tyler as he started rinsing off all the mud from his hair and his clothes. "But first we gotta get all this mud off of you. It's not our fault you plunged into that mudhole back there. We can't have you trudging all that mud all over your cabin now, can we?"

"I didn't plunge into the mudhole. Theo fucking pushed me in!" Ricky exclaimed accusingly. "And besides, we're not even supposed to be using these showers anyways. Isn't it against the rules?"

"Ricky – you're such a potty mouth," said Theo with a short laugh. "You're turning me on. How old are you – nine, ten?"

Ricky looked at him with a scowl as he flashed Tyler the finger with one hand and made a zero with the other hand.

"Okay, so you're ten. Got it." Theo chuckled and put his hands up in surrender. "You're right, I'm sorry. I did push you in, but it was an accident. Honest," said Theo winking his eye at Tyler as he started peeling Ricky's shirt off.

"So? Do you guys believe me or not?"

"I don't know little man," said Tyler as he turned Ricky around and started unbuttoning his cutoff shorts. "The other night at the campfire, you were telling everyone that you were almost chewed up by giant piranhas in the lake."

"Oh, my Gaaawd," Ricky groaned with his hand on his forehead. "Everybody knows I was just kidding. Don't you guys know a fucking joke when you hear one? I swear you guys are so gullible."

"Yeah, well it didn't sound like you were joking to me."

Theo and Tyler looked at each other as they slowly started pulling down on Ricky's shorts, leaving him in his thin white briefs which were becoming quite transparent with the water. Ricky reached up and started rinsing the mud off his hair under the spray in a seductive pose that was making the counselors pretty excited as they stared at his smooth skin and his impressive bulge. They focused admiringly at his underwear, which was clinging revealingly to his wet body and digging into his butt cheeks. Even I was getting excited.

Both counselors started rubbing the mud off of Ricky's body. They looked like they were salivating as they each tried to pull down on his underwear while Ricky kept pulling them up, "Hey Ricky um, don't tell anyone we were in here, alright?"

"Why you don't want me blabbing that you guys brought me in here cause you wanted to strip me naked and now your boners are getting hard?" he said raising his voice louder and louder. "That you wanna grab my butt and my balls and my dick and that you wanna fuck me in the ass and give me a blow job and …"

"Shhhh – what are you doing? Shut up you little imp," Tyler hissed.

Ricky started laughing out loud, "You guys – ha ha ha – you guys looked so funny." Ricky took in a deep breath. "Theo and Tyler wanna fuck my aaaaass!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as both Theo and Tyler desperately tried covering his mouth.

"Stop that, you little shit! You're gonna get us in trouble," Theo pleaded.

Ricky couldn't stop laughing, "Well, it's true, isn't it? I bet you threw me in that mudhole on purpose so that you could bring me in here and get me naked. Is it true?"

Both counselors looked at each other, "No!" they both blurted out.

"Well, um, do you want it to be true?" asked Theo.

"Well, we're all here, aren't we?" He put his hands over his underwear, pretending to be embarrassed and turned around. He turned his head over his shoulder with a shy sexy grin, "So, what do you wanna do with me now?"

"Well, why don't you take those off and we'll see what happens," said Theo staring at Ricky's wet underwear lustfully.

Ricky looked like he was catching on to their sexual games. He pulled down the back of his undies to reveal his sexy butt. He turned towards them and rolled down the waistband to the base of his penis and started swiveling his hips.

"You want me to keep going?"

Theo started rubbing himself, "Oh, fuck yeah, dude. Keep going, little guy. Yeah, there you go."

"Why should I?" he asked teasingly, "I ain't got mud on these," he said, pulling his undies up.

Both counselors groaned with disappointment. Tyler reached down to the floor and scooped some mud on his palm. He pulled the back of Ricky's wet underwear and poured it on his butt.

"Now you do," said Tyler laughing.

"Hey!" Ricky yelled, laughing with fake annoyance.

"Come on, little guy. It's just that your body is so smooth and so sexy and I wanna see that little pecker that you wanna show us. You do want to show it to us, don't you?"

"Alright. I'll show you my pecker." Ricky started rolling down his undies again little by little as he smiled at the counselor's obvious arousal. Then he pulled them up again and laughed, "Not!"

"I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way," said Tyler as he lifted Ricky from behind; Ricky started giggling and tried kicking Theo away as he tried to pull on his underwear.

"Come on, Ricky, let me take those off. Please?"

Ricky finally stopped struggling and Tyler put him down. Theo approached cautiously as Tyler held him firm. Theo kneeled down and slowly pulled down Ricky's underwear to the floor. Ricky just looked down at his horny expression with a smirk. It was obvious he was allowing this to happen and was enjoying this.

Tyler let him go and Ricky just stood there as Theo jumped on the opportunity to caress Ricky's nut sack and pull on his hard, circumcised boner with the tip of his fingers.

"Man, I'm sure glad I decided to tag along," said Theo as he reached down and started licking the tip of Ricky's glans with his tongue.

"Well it does say in the rules we're not supposed to be alone with them, right?" said Tyler with a big smile as he knelt behind Ricky grabbing and massaging his butt and reaching between his legs; "Man, look at this hot young ass. It's so perfectly plump it's making my cock sizzle."

"Oh yeah – and his skin is so smooth," Theo focused intently at Ricky's crotch as he continued fondled his nut sack. "It feels so silky. And his little cocklet looks so tasty I wanna eat it!" Theo leaned down and sucked on his boner.

"Eeeek!" he shrieked playfully as he put his hands over his privates, "I'm naked."

Ricky pulled away out of their reach and pulled his underwear back up, "Listen, I'll tell you what – I need to tell Justin what's going on, but he might not believe me. If you guys agree to tell him that I'm not lying, I'll let you guys do a lot more than getting me naked and touching my body."

Theo and Tyler looked at each other, nervously, "Listen, we're gonna let you in on a little secret. We already know what's going on. Mrs. Phillips has managed to force us into her little scheme. I don't think it would be a good idea for you to be telling Justin anything if you know what's good for you. That lady's a real bitch and if she finds out, we squealed we're all fucked. You should keep this to yourself."

Ricky stared at them open-mouthed. "Are you guys serious? You … you gotta tell Justin."

Tyler just shook his head no. Ricky regarded them for a moment. He went to stand against the wall and sensuously started pulling down his underwear halfway down his knees, "Are you boys sure I can't convince you?" he asked with a sexy smile as he grabbed his boner and started jerking himself.

He walked over with his underwear still down and stood in front of Theo. He lifted his shirt and started gliding his hand down into his underwear and started massaging his boner and his balls, making him gasp and groan with pleasure. He brought Theo's hand to his butt cheeks and let him feel and squeeze all he wanted. Then he stood in front of Tyler and did the same thing.

"You know all those things I was yelling? Maybe I want all those things to be true. I know you guys do. You know, like sucking my dick and my balls, fucking me in the ass – I'll even suck both of your dicks. Any of you boys interested?"

Theo looked exasperated, "Dude, come on," he said to Tyler not taking his eyes off Ricky. "We can't let this opportunity slip through our fingers," as he started rubbing on his hardon. "Did you hear what he just said? We get to have a fucking orgy with this hot little naked boy. Let's tell him we'll do it. Pleeease."

Tyler shook his head. "No way, man. She'll find out. Everyone knows that she has eyes everywhere. I don't want to get busted."

"Yeah, well you're already busted!" I blurted out loud through the gap without thinking. Ricky and the counselors jumped and turned around all startled.

"Justin, what are you doing?" hissed Max.

"Getting some answers. Come on," I said angrily. I walked around to the boarded-up door and started pounding on it. "Come on, guys. Open up!"

"Sorry, Justin," said Tyler from the other side, "I can't let you in."

I started pounding on the plywood, "Open this fucking door, Tyler!"

"No!"

Chapter 16
Bargaining Strips

My body started trembling with anger. I started kicking at the plywood and trying to pry it off. Max went over to the walkway and pulled out a decorative brick. He brought it over and started hammering the side of the plywood until it finally swung open, allowing me and Max to slip through. Theo and Tyler looked mightily embarrassed as I stared them down with my arms crossed. "How ahh … how long have you guys been listening?" asked Tyler nervously.

"Long enough," I walked around the guys as they swallowed hard staring at me.

"Hi, Justin. Hey Max," Ricky said excitedly with a short wave with one hand while pulling up his underwear with the other.

There was an awkward silence. "What do you want, Justin?" asked Tyler staring at Theo.

"Oh, come on Tyler. Don't act fucking stupid. You know what I want. I wanna know what the hell's going on, and you're gonna tell me everything you know right now."

"Look, Justin, your mom can be a real …"

"Don't fucking call her my mom! She is not my mom!" I shrieked.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, alright? Look, we heard what happened at the chow hall. That was messed up, what Nick did to you. But we can't tell you anything. Please don't make us. Your mum … I mean, Mrs. Phillips will do some terrible things to us if she finds out we told you. She has one of those machines that can tell if we're lying."

"Like what? What will she do to you?"

"We can't tell you that either!"

"Goddammit! You guys are fucking cowards; you know that?"

Ricky caught Theo's eye and popped out his boner. He gave him a sexy smile and started playing with it.

"Tyler, let's tell him. We may still get a shot at getting it on with the little guy," Theo said in a low voice gulping at Ricky.

Max kept staring at Theo thoughtfully for a while. He came up from behind and started massaging my shoulders.

"Hey, just try to relax, okay? I think I have an idea," he whispered in my ear; "Look at the way Theo's drooling over Ricky's body. I think he's the hornier of the two and I think he's the key. We're gonna have to be creative with these two. We may need to put on some show for them. What do you think?"

I thought for a moment. I knew exactly what he was talking about. How would Nick feel about … "Fuck it – let's do this, at this point, I'll try anything."

"Okay, follow my lead."

He walked over to Ricky and started whispering in his ear. Ricky just started swelling up with enthusiasm. He turned around to look at me with a lustful smile and nodded his head with excitement.

"Hey Tyler, as you can see, me and Justin are all full of sand from the lake. Now that we're here, we could sure use these showers to wash it all off. Can we?"

"Huh? I mean, yeah, dude. Pfff … use all the water you want," Tyler said eagerly.

Max turned on one of the sprays and pulled me in with him. As our clothes were getting soaked, we started brushing the sand off of each other. Then we started caressing and probing each other in a sensuous embrace as Tyler, Theo and Ricky watched attentively.

"Man, I can still feel the sand under my clothes," said Max scratching parts of his body. "It even went up to my butthole. What do you think we should do?"

"I ahh … I don't know," I said, looking at Theo. "Hey Theo, what do you think we should do?"

Theo gave us a cute shrug with an embarrassed smile as he practically stuttered his response, "Well um … ahem, h-how 'bout if you um, t-take some of your clothes off, I mean – you don't have to take everything off but … but if you boys get completely … naked," (Gulp) "… umm, you might be able to wash more of those sand particles off all your boy parts – I mean, off your body parts and your buttholes … err, your anuses," Theo said almost in a trance with a hopeful smile.

"Yeah, I think you're right. What do you think Tyler? I think Theo has a good point. We should just strip completely naked so that we can wash every speck of sand off our bodies. Do we have your permission, Tyler? You won't get us in trouble, will you?" I asked the young counselor as I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Tyler just stared at us openmouthed and swallowed hard and Theo jumped right in, "What the fuck? Of course, he doesn't mind. Go for it, boys. Just start stripping," nudging Tyler with his elbow. "We won't tell, right Tyler? Hey, you guys need some help?"

Tyler shook his head and held Theo back, "Dude, are you blind? Can't you see what they're doing? They're trying to get us all horny and seduce us so we can spill the beans."

"Sooo?! Let's fucking spill the beans," Theo said exasperated. "Dude, I'd do anything to see these two naked. Can you imagine being seduced by all three of them? We can have ahh – a five-some. And haven't you heard the rumors about Justin's monster dick?"

Yes, this is working as planned, "We might take you up on your offer to come to help us strip Theo," I said as I started unbuttoning Max' jeans and started kissing him again more forcefully.

Theo started bobbing up and down excitedly on his toes as his eyes glazed over, "Dude look at them. They're getting it on," he moaned. "Maybe they'll let us join in. Come – on!"

"Theo, you're thinking with your dick instead of your brain. What happens when she finds out, huh? Think about it. She's gonna strap us into that lie detector and we're gonna be fucked. Look what happened to Albert. Is it worth it?"

"You know, there is a way around that Tyler," I said. "There's a way you can give us the information and still pass that lie detector test."

"Yeah, and how would we do that?"

"Well, instead of telling us what you know directly, you can tell Ricky everything and then he can pass it on to us. Simple as that."

"Yeah … Yeah, he's right. If she asks us, we can tell her the truth and we won't be lying," Theo said eagerly.

"No way, man. It's not that easy. Just knowing that we tried to bypass that machine will make us fail the test. It's too risky and I'm not gonna be part of this," said Tyler shaking his head. "If you wanna do this, you're on your own. I'm outa here." Tyler turned around and slipped out through the opening.

"What? What are you … Fine! There'll be more for me." He turned to the boys rubbing his hands with a devilish grin. "Alright guys, I wanna see you guys strip. Take everything off and start doing stuff with each other nice and slow. Then I'll tell Ricky everything I know."

"Uh uh," said Max. "What if we strip and you take off? Tell Ricky everything you know first, and then we'll strip and do whatever you say."

"Yeah, and what if you take off? I have a better idea," said Theo. "You can use your clothes as bargaining chips. For each piece of clothing you give me, I tell Ricky part of the information in his ear."

Max looked at me to see what I thought about this; "Fine, but we get to ask Ricky if what you're telling him is useful information."

Theo stared at us, lasciviously, "Alright, boys. We have a deal," he said as he sat down on one of the benches.

Ricky stood behind me, pulled off my wet shirt and dropped it in front of Theo's feet. "No, I want both garments from each of you at the same time."

"Do what he says Ricky," Max said. "We'll be done a lot faster."

Ricky took off Max' shirt and dropped it next to mine on the floor. Then Theo started whispering into his ear. Ricky turned to us and gave us a thumbs-up, letting us know that he had been given good information. The next items were our shoes and our socks. Theo again whispered into Ricky's ear and gave us another thumbs up. Every time Ricky went over for information, Theo would slip his hand into Ricky's underwear and caress his butt while whispering in his ear.

By the time we were down to our underwear, Theo had unbuttoned his shorts and started jerking off as he stared at our almost naked bodies. I just loved the way he was staring at us. Oh God, here comes the Kraken coming up from the depths.

"Alright, boys. My favorite part. This time I want you boys to stand right in front of me while Ricky pulls down your underwear."

Max and I walked over and stood dripping wet in front of Theo. Ricky went behind Max and slowly started pulling down his undies. Theo was having trouble containing himself when he saw Max' boner popping out and ogled his naked body with an expression of sexual wonder.

"Oh Max – uuuh Max, what a sight. I've never seen a more hot and sexy naked body on such a young boy," he said with a gulp. "Now him," Theo said, pointing at me.

Ricky came behind me and sexily started pulling down my undies. As usual, I had my jockstrap underneath. Both Ricky and Theo fixated on the size of my bulge. Ricky hooked his fingers into the back waistband and started pulling down. My dick was so hard that it wasn't letting the jockstrap come down from the front.

Ricky came around and knelt in front of me at eye-level of the jockstrap. He unhooked it from my boner and pulled down. His eyes went wide in arousal, looking astonished at the size of my giant cock. Theo was practically trembling with excitement as he stared openmouthed. Theo quickly brought his shorts and undies down to his ankles and started jerking himself off again. I stared at his beautiful cock, which made my boner wobble with arousal. I started to get turned on by his attractive face and the way he closed his eyes in sensuous pleasure.

"Dude …" Ricky breathed with a wide smile. "C-can I?" He wrapped his fingers around my boner without even waiting for an answer.

"Oh – my …" (Gulp) "Justin, I … I had heard rumors but … this is way beyond anything I've ever seen on someone your age. Uuuh ffffuck," he breathed. I've gotta … I've gotta grab it. Can I jerk you off? Please?"

He reached up to grab it and I pulled away. "Not until you tell Ricky the rest. All of it this time."

Ricky walked up to Theo for more information. Theo pulled down Ricky's underwear, turned him around and sat him on his lap. I could see Theo's boner sticking up between Ricky's legs. He started gliding his hands down Ricky's stomach and into his privates while whispering in his ear. Ricky just opened up his legs and allowed him to probe all he wanted. That looked so fucking hot.

Ricky turned to Theo, "Hey, you still haven't told me how she convinced Nick to …"

Theo put his hand over Ricky's mouth to shut him up. "Yeah well, before I say anything more, I wanna see you boys getting sexual with each other."

Max looked at me. "You okay with this?" I nodded my head as I leaned in and started kissing him. Max and I pressed our bodies together and started grinding our boners as we caressed our bodies as we slowly rotated under the water spray. It was becoming more than just a show for Theo. It would count as my second sexual experience and I sure was glad that I got to do it with Max.

As we pressed our boners against each other, it felt so erotic seeing the expressions of Theo and Ricky as they stared at us having sex. Ricky started jerking Theo's inflamed dick sticking up between his legs while Theo kept massaging Ricky's crotch. The fact that we weren't even allowed to be in here made it feel more erotic.

Theo slid Ricky off of him and fixated his eyes on us as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. He slowly got on his feet and seemed to be drawn towards us in a daze like some zombie. He had such a gorgeous body and a hot firm ass. And that beautifully circumcised thick cock was twitching and staring up at us – I wouldn't mind sitting on his lap. He stood in front of us with a look of intense desire begging and pleading with his eyes for us to let him in. Max looked at me and I just nodded my head surprisingly finding myself mesmerized by his beauty.

Theo cupped his hands over both of our ass cheeks and started squeezing as he took turns locking his lips passionately first with Max and then with me which pretty soon resulted in us slobbering all over each other's mouths. Ricky quickly came over, slid himself between our legs and knelt as he stared in awe at all of our boners with that innocent, but not so innocent smile. He was satisfied with being in the middle of a triangle of wet naked guys watching us getting sexual with each other under the water spray.

Theo got down on his knees and started sucking on Ricky's little boner. He started gliding his tongue in a winding fashion up his body, almost drunk with lust until he reached Ricky's mouth and started kissing him. Max and I jerked each other off while we sucked on our faces. I could feel Ricky tapping Max' hand away and started sucking my cock. My dick was so long that Ricky was only able to put half of it in his mouth. That didn't seem to discourage him one bit. Theo immediately went for Max' cock and started sucking him off with soft moans.

Max and I were gasping in ecstasy. I had never felt so erotic in my life. It was more intense than my first experience with Nick. We came to a point where we were all slithering out bodies together like wet snakes getting lost in our delirium of sexual pleasures. With the exception of Ricky, each one of us was allowed to fulfill our wildest sexual fantasies with each other in so many different positions and performing such creative sexual acts that seemed to spontaneously pop into our minds.

As expected, Ricky had no idea what he was doing, but that didn't stop him from playing the role of our sex toy and certainly didn't mind being passed around. He was getting a crash course in the pleasures of an uninhibited sex orgy and to everyone's delight, he was learning fast and eager to please us. The more we indulged in our stimulations, the more powerful they became.

While Theo was lying on his back, Ricky slid down and started masturbating Theo's big boner and started playing with his balls. I straddled Theo's chest and started jacking off over his face. Max positioned himself right in front of me and also started jacking off over Theo's face. He was in a world of pleasure as he lustfully looked up into the sweet spots between our open legs.

We allowed Theo to reach up and take turns jerking us off and fondle our nut sacks. He started running his fingers into our butt cheeks and over our buttholes supposedly looking for any grains of sand we might have missed. As we reached orgasm, our cum started dripping onto his face. Theo started gasping from his climax, followed by forceful cum shots onto his chest and my back. Ricky started rubbing his sperm over Theo's stomach.

"Wow. You boys were … I am wowed. Alright," Theo said, breathing hard, "You boys win. You've earned this. My God, you have earned this. I'll tell Ricky everything I know. Just let me catch my breath. By the way, if you guys ever want to use these showers again, you just let me know. I have the water key and we can go for another round anytime you want, okay?"

Max walked up to him, "Hey, thanks for helping us out Theo. You, um, have a good grip. Maybe we'll take you up on your offer."

Theo turned to me and looked apologetic, "Listen, I'm sorry about all this and what you're going through. I was sucked into this situation without even realizing …"

I leaned into him and gave him a long gentle kiss on the mouth, "It's all right. Go tell Ricky everything you know," I said, patting Theo's blushing cheek.

I looked at Max and Ricky and we started giving each other high-fives. A few minutes later, after we had all gotten our wet clothes back on, Ricky finished talking to Theo and came up to us with a worried expression. "Guys, I have a lot to tell you and you're not gonna like it. Theo thinks Nick's going to jail."

(Two hours earlier outside Nicholas' cabin)

Nicholas

I started feeling a little uncomfortable the way the lady kept staring at me while I came towards her. She was standing there leaning against her utility cart with a devious smile. Justin was right. She does look like a witch with her short black straight hair and that small wart next to her right eye. The only thing missing was her broom.

"Hi, Mrs. Phillips. Justin said you wanted to talk to me?" I said a little nervously. It'll probably turn out to be some pep talk about me taking over this group of boys.

"Nicholas," she greeted with a curt nod. "How's your first day with the boys? Any problems?"

"Oh Nah. The boys are adjusting well. Everything's just fine."

"Really? Well, that's not what I heard." She sounded patronizing and condescending. "That's not what I heard at all. I heard you took a shower not only with the door unlocked, but slightly open. I heard one of the boys took a shower in the stall right next to yours at the same time. I heard you called out to all the boys to come to bring you and the other boy some soap and that you were drying yourself off in front of them? My God, shall I go on? You allowed these young, innocent boys to see you in the nude. That is completely inappropriate. Have you no decency? Its is your first day and you've already broken half of my rules?"

Frankie – that fucken snitch. I'm gonna kill him. "Mrs. Phillips … look, you're right. My apologies. It's my first day and everything happened so fast that I just haven't had a chance to study the camp rules. I'll do that right now as soon as I get back. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Is this the first time you've acted inappropriately with any of these boys?"

"Yes ma'am, absolutely."

"You're lying Nicholas. I don't like it when my employees lie to me." She sat down on the utility cart. "Come have a seat," she said, patting the seat right next to her. "I wanna show you something."

I hesitated for a moment wondering what all this was about. I'm getting a really bad feeling here. I slowly walked over and sat down. She reached into her purse and pulled out her smartphone. Oh God, she has something on me that she's gonna use to implicate me. I know it. I kept thinking about all the possibilities. Does she know about Justin and me? That must be it. What else could it be? I need to come up with a credible excuse and fast.

She pulled up a video, turned the screen towards me and pressed 'Play.' The moment I saw the screen, I knew immediately what had been recorded and I also knew that I was busted. Someone had recorded the boys doing their strip dance inside my cabin from outside the window. I remembered thinking I saw some movement from the partially closed blinds and that's why I walked over to tighten them shut and close the curtains. I was too late. I started breathing harder as I felt my world come crashing down on me. I'm fucking dead. I just turned eighteen and my life is over just like that.

"You want to tell me what that was? You had these boys do a strip dance in your cabin in front of my son? In front of my underage daughter and her friends? I also heard that Justin was telling everyone about a sexual encounter he had with you last night. Did you have sex with my son in that cabin Nicholas? With my thirteen-year-old son? Well, did you!"

That's it. I'm going to prison for the rest of my life. I'll be an outcast despised by all the other inmates. Sooner or later, someone will stab me with a shank in the middle of the night and let me die on a pool of my blood. I felt a lump of vile coming up my throat and jumped out of the cart to throw up. Mrs. Phillips just stared at me with sadistic satisfaction.

I just stayed there on my hands and knees in utter disbelief. My head was spinning. Everything seemed surreal. This can't be happening. How could I let this happen to me? She stood next to me and knelt. "There's still a way out of this Nick. There's still a way for you to redeem yourself and if you manage to get yourself in my good graces, I may decide not to report these incidents to the police." She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. "Unless you want to spend the rest of your fucking life rotting in a roach-infested prison cell, you're going to do exactly what I say when I say it. Do we have a deal?"

I stared at her and realized that as of this moment, this woman owned me. But I was so scared of going to prison that I was willing to do anything – anything she asked. I also knew with profound sadness that Justin and I would never be together ever again, and I wouldn't be able to protect him from her abuses anymore. I remembered seeing the bruises on Justin's back and tears just started rolling down.

I sighed in despair and looked at her teary-eyed. "Yes, we have a deal," I said hoarsely.

Her face darkened with a wicked expression. "Good. Now let's talk about how you're gonna make Justin's life a living hell. He's gonna pay dearly for the way he humiliated me today."

What the hell have I done?

Chapter 17
Surprise, Surprise

Sunday afternoon back at Nicholas' cabin

Justin:

Max and I stormed into Nick's cabin, looking to confront that asshole Frankie. That sniveling traitor was on the floor doing some pushups next to his bunk. The other boys were lounging around and stood on their knees attentively when they saw us barging in. They all gathered around, asking me how I was doing.

Max walked over and stood over, Frankie. "There you are, you son of a bitch. Get up–now!"

Frankie stood up slowly and rubbed his hands clean. "What the fuck's your problem?"

Max pushed him back. "You're a fucking snitch, that's what my problem is." He went and pushed Frankie again.

"Hey, you better shut up, or I'm gonna smash your fucking face in," Frankie threatened.

"What's the matter, Frankie? You don't want everybody to know that you've been spying on the whole camp and reporting everything you've seen to Mrs. Phillips? Huh? Don't want everybody to know that you snitched on Nick and Justin and now she's threatening to send him to jail?"

Frankie's eyes started shifting around. "Wait, that's not true. He's … he's lying," Frankie said, swallowing hard. "They're all lies."

The other boys started murmuring in surprise. The more Frankie squirmed, the angrier I got. I walked over to him, trying to control my rage.

"You're the one who's lying, Frankie" I seethed softly. "You know why? Because you don't want these boys to know that you've been taking secret videos of us and others in this camp with your phone that you're not even supposed to have and sending them to that bitch!" I took a deep breath and tackled him hard against the wall.

"Wait!" Frankie panted. "I … I can explain it. Just give me a chance."

"Explain! You can explain?" I swung at his face, but he partially blocked it. He tried to push himself free, but the other boys helped push him back against the wall.

"You're gonna stand there and try and use a fucking excuse for what you've done? You're the one who's been trying to turn everyone against me, aren't you? Did that bitch put you up to it? Did she? Is that why you're always the one who starts picking on me and trying to get everybody else to pick on me too?" I asked, tearing up.

I shook my head as I wiped my tears. "Look, I know she hates me. I've known that since the very first day she saw me and now she wants the whole world to hate me and she'll stop at nothing to get others to do her dirty work. Isn't that right, Frankie? She put you up to this, didn't she? Didn't she!" I swung at him again and landed a good smack. "But why do you have to hate me Frankie? What have I ever done to you? Why do you fucking hate me!" I screamed, trying to smack him again.

I wasn't done just yet. Fuck it. While Frankie was tending to his face, I walked over and picked up one of the baseball bats leaning against the other wall. Everyone's eyes widened as I lifted it up and tried to swing it at Frankie's head. The boys immediately turned and held me back.

Frankie used the distraction to pull away and tried to run out the door. We all scrambled frantically towards him as he swung the door open, trying to get away. Max tackled him to the ground and the rest of us converged on him and started pulling him back in.

"You fucking bastard, you're not getting away so easily," Max sneered.

Frankie started struggling in a desperate attempt to get himself free. We all started swarming around him, trying to hold him down. It got so intense that his tee-shirt started tearing from the neckline. One tear led to another and pretty soon Frankie's whole shirt was ripped off, but that wasn't the only thing tearing off. There was a white fabric wrapped around Frankie's chest that he was desperately trying to keep from falling. Max walked behind him and swiftly yanked the rest of it off. Then we all took a step back in surprise with a collective audible gasp at what we saw. Are those tits?

What the fuuuck! Was he a girl? Tough-guy Frankie was a fucking girl.

Sunday Evening at the Boat Dock

Nicholas:

Sitting at the end of the dock, I stared out onto the calm lake as the sun had just started dipping into the horizon. I could hear my heart pounding, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, it just kept pounding harder and faster. My body felt numb, hollowed out, worn out. I was feeling exactly the way I felt a couple of years ago when I found out the parents of those two boys that I fondled in the showers at the pool were pressing charges against me.

I felt like something was pressing against my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take a breath that was deep enough. The incomprehensible weight of hopeless desperation was smothering me. How could I let this happen to me? How can I get myself out of this mess? If I take off, that bitch will send the cops after me for sure. If I stay, she'll just force me to keep tormenting poor Justin. I'm totally fucked.

"Penny for your thoughts?" asked a familiar voice. I kept my head down, looking at the water as I felt Adrian sitting next to me. "You know, you've got the whole camp abuzz with that little stunt you pulled on Justin today. There are all these wild conspiracy theories going around like wildfire. Some are saying you were possessed. That's the only thing that makes sense to any of us. Nick, please tell me what's going on."

I looked at Adrian teary-eyed. "Justin–how's he doing? Have you seen him?"

"No. I haven't seen him since he ran off. The only thing I know is that Max ran after him."

I started shaking my head as I felt more tears coming down. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I wrapped my arms tight around Adrian.

"I'm in trouble, Adrian. I'm in serious trouble and I can't get it out of my head the way Justin was looking at me. The anguish and the look of betrayal when I … when I …" I couldn't hold it any longer and broke down.

"Hey … hey," he said soothingly. "Shhhh, it's gonna be okay. It can't be that bad. Just tell me what's going on, and maybe I can help, okay?"

"She knows," I said, wiping my tears. "She knows everything."

"You mean Mrs. Phillips?"

I nodded sadly. I told him about the conversation she had with me and the video of the strip dance she showed me. I told him about Frankie spilling the beans about Justin and me having sex.

"And now she's blackmailing me into making Justin's life a living hell; that's why I did it Adrian. That's why I stabbed him in the back like that. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. If I didn't do it, she was gonna turn me in to the cops; but that's not good enough for her. She's evil, Adrian. She wants me to keep doing it over and over again, but I can't," I said, with my head back as I started crying again. "I can't do this anymore, Adrian. I just can't. The way Justin was looking at me when I pushed him down when I smeared the makeup on his face when I dragged him inside to humiliate him in front of everybody… I can't get that hurt and that anguish out of my mind. It's like an open wound," I sobbed. "I'd rather go to prison than to hurt him like that ever again."

Adrian stayed quiet for a moment as he was trying to absorb everything I was telling him. "Nick… my God. I'm the one who recruited you and dragged you into this–I'm so sorry. Maybe I can talk to her and try to smooth things over for you. Maybe I can get some other counselors to …"

"It's not gonna work," said a voice behind us.

We turned around. "Theo," Adrian said, getting on his feet. "What are you doing here? What do you mean it's not gonna work?"

"It won't do any good trying to talk to her," he said. "It'll just make it worse for you. Things have gotten a lot worse than you think."

"What do you mean? What do you know about all this? Do you know what's going on?"

"Yeah, I know," Theo said with a sigh. "Look, prepare yourselves because you're not gonna like what I'm about to tell you. I was supposed to keep this a secret, but I've decided I can't be part of this anymore."

I got up and stood in front of Theo. "Just tell us what you know. Please."

"Mrs. Phillips has this fucked up clandestine operation going inside this camp. She has hidden video cameras strategically placed all over the camp to catch any hanky-panky going on between the counselors and the campers and even between the campers themselves. She then uses those recordings to blackmail whomever she catches into doing her dirty work and going after Justin. That's how Tyler and I got caught up in all this."

"Wait," I said. "You and Tyler are in on this?" I demanded angrily.

"Dude, she has recordings of us just like she has recordings of you. Adrian, I hate to tell you this, but she has recordings of you too doing stuff with your boys. It won't be long before she sucks you into this black hole she's creating.

"Wait… what!" Adrian exclaimed with his hand over his forehead. "Oh my God, are you fucking kidding me? FUCK!"

Theo looked sympathetic. "Now she's forcing us to be her spies and to gather more evidence for her. Not only that, but there are a few campers who are also being blackmailed by her. One of them is in your cabin, Nick."

"You mean Frankie," I said. "And Justin is the main target, isn't he?" I could feel my blood boiling.

"Yeah, he's the main target, but there's more. You see, Mrs. Phillips is part of this organization she calls NARTH. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but she's forcing us to attend some kind of rehab classes next month and get this–she gets a referral bonus for every person she brings in."

"NARTH … NARTH. I've heard that before," Adrian said, snapping his fingers. He suddenly stood up with his hand over his forehead. "Oh fuck, I know what that is. Guys, that's the National Association for Research & Therapy of Homosexuality. It's a fucking conversion therapy organization."

"Conversion? Oh, hell, no."

Nicholas' Cabin

Justin:

Frankie sat on a tree stump with his arms around his chest. His whole body was shaking nervously as we all stood around him in silence. Max had run into the cabin to bring him a clean shirt to put on. He came up to Frankie and placed the shirt on his knees.

"Alright, everyone turn around. Let's give him some privacy. Move!" he demanded. After Frankie had slipped on his shirt, Max sat down next to him and rubbed his back soothingly, trying to get Frankie to calm down. We were all in shock from this incredible revelation and the tension had completely melted away.

"I guess I owe you guys an explanation," Frankie said with a nervous smile. Then he took a deep breath and whooshed it out slowly. "I guess by now you can tell I'm trans. My real name is Frances. I've been taking hormones to keep my body from… well, you know. My parents made a lot of sacrifices to pay for my treatments, but they just couldn't afford it anymore. That's where Mrs. Phillips stepped in. She offered to help with the treatments, but only on one condition."

He turned and looked directly at me. "She wanted me to go after you, Justin. She's the one who made me start all those terrible rumors about you at school. I'm the one who encouraged everyone here to start picking on you. She's the one who forced me to …" He closed his eyes in frustration. "She's the one who forced me to record that strip dance in Nick's cabin through the window that night. Now she's using that video to blackmail Nick. That's why he treated you like shit at the chow hall today. If he didn't do it, she was gonna call the cops on him and send him to prison. She's obsessed with taking you down. She also wants me to sign up for one of those conversion therapy classes."

"Wait, what's conversion therapy?" I asked.

"It's this organization that believes being gay or lesbian is a choice or some kind of disease or addiction. They want to convert us back to being heterosexual by using these fucked-up practices. They try to get us to hate ourselves for being what we are. They'll use shock treatments; they'll harass us all the time and even hurt us physically. That's one of the things she's blackmailing Nick to do. She's forcing him to go to one of those." He looked around to the rest of the boys. "Guys, she made Albert take one of those therapy sessions, and now I'm worried about him. This excuse about him leaving because of a family emergency, that's a lie. He was a foster kid, and he didn't have a family."

Frankie started shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Justin. I told her I didn't want to be part of this. I even told her to go fuck herself, but she threatened to stop my treatments and she told me she would tell everyone about me at school. I … I didn't have a choice. I'm sorry," he said teary-eyed.

"I knew it," Max said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "I knew Nick didn't mean any of that stuff. Didn't I tell you?"

"Yeah, but what happens now? Nick's gonna have to keep harassing me for the rest of the session in order to stay out of jail. Max, I can't let him do that. He's hurting really bad. You saw him when we ran into him. He looked so sad and depressed."

I walked slowly and sat down against a tree feeling so dejected. Max came over and sat down next to me. "Justin, what are we gonna do? We have to do something."

I shook my head sadly. "I don't know," I said with emotion. "Ever since I moved in with my dad, that lady has taken every opportunity to let me know how she feels about me. She never does it out in the open; it's always in the shadows where no one can see or hear her. Whenever I'm alone with her, she calls me a bastard and treats me really mean."

I started chocking up and started crying softly. "I'm always the last one to be served when we're sitting at the table for dinner, and I always get the smallest portions or the burnt leftovers. She's always snapping at me and always being a real bitch. Not once has she ever said a kind word to me. One time I saw her cutting me out of the large family picture with the scissors. When I told my dad, he didn't even defend me. He didn't have the balls because even he's afraid of her." I started crying harder. "She hates me. Oh, God, Max… Why does she have to hate me so much? It wasn't my fault my dad cheated on her." I wailed softly into Max's shoulder. "I don't want to go back with her. I can't go back there, Max. I don't know what to do?" I cried.

Max just held me brushing his fingers through my hair, trying to comfort me. "I don't know Justin. Maybe… maybe we can look up one of those hotline numbers for kids being abused. You can tell them about how that lady keeps making all those bruises on your body. Hey–you can call your grandpa and let him know what's going on. You can even get the doctor who examined you to back you up. Maybe she'll even get arrested," Max said, trying to reassure me.

"Yeah, but what about Nick? Even if she backs off with me, she's still going to go after Nick with that video and send him to prison just to get back at me. She'll probably come up with a whole bunch of excuses for how I got my bruises. No, we need something more than that. We need… we need some kind of…" I thought for a long moment as a crazy idea started forming in my head. It wouldn't be easy and it might be dangerous. Fuck it.

"Max, I know what I need to do," I said somberly as I got on my feet and jogged over to where the rest of the boys were gathered. "Shane, Shawn, were you guys able to fix that drone of yours?"

The two boys looked at each other. "I think so," said Shane. "We replaced the rotor, but we haven't had time to test it, but I'm sure it'll fly."

"Oh, don't worry, she'll fly," said Shawn. "Why? Do you have a mission for us?" he asked, excitedly rubbing his hands.

"That depends. Does it have a video camera?" I asked, hopefully.

"Records in HD with a live stream," Shane said proudly. "Will that work for you?"

"Perfect. How soon can you get it ready?"

"Well, we have it charging right now, but it should be ready pretty soon," said Shawn. "Why? What's the plan?"

"I want you boys to run over to Adrian's cabin and tell the guys I need them over here right away. If you happen to run into other campers, you know, bring them too. If you see Adrian or Nick, don't tell them anything, okay? Go."

As the boys ran off, Max came up to me, looking concerned. "Dude, what are you up to?"

"Max, the only way I'm going to beat her is if I fight fire with fire. I'm not going to put up with her fucking bullshit anymore. I've had it. It's about time I start fighting back and one way or another, this ends today!" I hissed. "I'm going to need your help; you're going to be my point man. This is what I need you to do …"

After explaining my plan, Max just stared back at me with a stunned expression. "What! Absolutely not, are you crazy? No way, man. It's too fucking dangerous. I … I won't let you do it."

"Max, I need to beat her at her own game, and this is the only way. I'm going to get that bitch back for everything she's done to me. I'm going to get her good," I said with determination.

"But what if you get yourself killed?" he said, giving me a tight hug. "I don't want anything to happen to you, Justin."

"Max, I have to do this, with or without you. I'd rather do it with your help. Please?" I was well aware of the dangers, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I just hope it's not too late.

Chapter 18
Operation Gambit

Boat Dock

Nicholas

We all walked around meandering around the grass, each with our own thoughts, contemplating the end of our futures. All of us concluded that we were all fucked and the only thing we could do was to plead our case with Mrs. Phillips and let her know we were no longer going to cooperate with her and hope for the best. The only one missing was Tyler and according to Theo, he was willing to keep cooperating with Mrs. Phillips and keep himself out of trouble.

"So, are we all in agreement," I asked as we all came together. We looked at each other nervously and nodded our heads.

"Yeah, come on. Let's get this over with," said Adrian walking away.

We had spent about half an hour arguing with each other trying to come up with a solution, but we weren't getting anywhere. Each of us had our own reasons for turning ourselves in, but for me, it all came down to Justin. There's no way I was going to continue hurting him again the way I did earlier today. In a way, I felt a kind of relief knowing that now I was free to report that fucking bitch to the police and tell them that she was abusing him physically. I just hope it was enough.

As we all walked into the business office, the receptionist looked at us nervously and told us Mrs. Phillips was expecting us. Wait–she was expecting us? Oh, this can't be good. The receptionist escorted the three of us to her office and opened the door. Mrs. Phillips gave us an icy glare and snapped at the receptionist to close the door. Without saying a word, she pulled up a video on her phone and started playing it as she held it up for us to see. It showed the three of us at the Boat Dock talking about turning ourselves in–every word. There must've been a hidden camera close to where we were.

Adrian stepped up to her, looking apologetic. "Mrs. Phillips, please. Look, we'll go to the conversion therapy for as long as you want, but this thing with going after Justin …"

"Quiet!" she screamed. "You boys have made the worst decision of your entire lives. You're going to spend the rest of your filthy lives rotting in prison and then you're going to spend the rest of eternity burning in hell!" she said in a venomous tone. "I gave you boys an opportunity to turn your lives around and what do you do? You stab me in the back. Well, guess what? I'm stabbing you back," she said ominously as she walked to the door and opened it.

My heart sank when I saw a Sheriff Deputy walking in. Everything seemed so surreal and disjointed as the deputy was putting the handcuffs on us and reading us our rights as we all looked down in shame. For the second time in my life, I wish I were dead.

As the deputy was leading us out of the office, several boys were staring at us in disbelief. Tyler was there, too, heading into the building. Then his eyes kind of widened a bit as he kept staring at the deputy walking behind us. After the deputy sat us down inside his unit, he cracked open the back windows and told us to sit tight so that he could take a statement from Mrs. Phillips.

After a few minutes, Tyler passed by again and stopped next to the car window. He looked around a bit, pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and held it up for us to read.

Deputy Jensen used to be my coach

He and I fucked when I was 12

Went after other boys too

Tyler then crunched up the paper, put it back in his pocket, and kept walking. Adrian looked at us with a look of hope.

"I have an idea." He started looking around at the spectators and focused on one boy. "Jason," he called out softly. "Jason!" he called more forcefully. "Get over here."

The boy ran over to our window. He was a cute 12-year old with short blonde curly hair. "Adrian, what happened? Are you guys going to jail?" he asked a little scared.

"Hey, buddy. We need your help–I need you to listen very carefully. I want you to find Jayden and tell him to gather my boys and Nick's boys and head over to the North Campground where the empty cabins are. Tell them to meet us at the playground next to the lake."

The boy looked confused. "But that playground is old and abandoned, and nobody goes there anymore."

"Exactly. That's why I need them all there. Tell them to take the volleyball. And when you get them out there, this is what I want them all to do …"

After explaining his plan, Jason looked at Adrian with curiosity. "Really? They'll do it? Just like that?"

"Sure, they will." Adrian looked down at the bulge under Jason's shorts. "You can come and join the party if you want to."

"Oh, um, I … I don't know. Maybe," he said shyly with a slight blush.

"It would be a real treat," Adrian said, winking his eye. "Jason, this is really important. Can I count on you to get the job done?"

"You bet Adrian. I'm on it," he said as he sprinted off.

Outside Mrs. Phillips' cabin

Justin

Max and I stood outside in the semi-darkness a few yards from the lady's cabin. She had just walked in and started preparing to make supper in the kitchen. I could see her clearly through the window, and she didn't look happy. She had that evil smugness that just made me want to slap that bitch so hard. Someone must've really pissed her off. This might actually work to my advantage.

We heard the telltale sound of the drone coming in close. "There it is," Max said, pointing. The drone was buzzing around, trying to get a good angle through the window. We could barely hear it, so it wasn't loud enough for her to hear it inside.

I clicked on the small radio in my hand. "Alright guys, as soon as I walk in, I'll try to position myself as close to as many windows as I can. Shift that baby around to different windows until you get a clear shot, but don't get too close. Whatever you do, don't smash through the fucking window. Operation Bitch Slap is now underway."

"Roger. Mission Control here," blurted a staticky voice through the speaker. "Everyone's in position. We have eyes on the target, and reconnaissance looks good. Over and out." I smiled at their enthusiasm and their sense of adventure.

I looked at Max, and he just stared back, looking very uncomfortable. "Justin, I … I'm worried. Maybe we can find another way."

I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him into a long sensual kiss. "I'm gonna be fine," I said soothingly while caressing his cheek. That seemed to calm him down a bit.

"You better. Alright, it looks like you're good to go. I sure hope you know what you're doing."

I walked slowly and nervously towards the kitchen entrance. I could feel my whole body trembling from an oncoming anxiety attack. I've never, ever even contemplated turning against the lady, let alone confronting and provoking her. I was still terrified of her and I was really worried about what she would do to me, but I had to do this for Nick. He saved my life when I was stuck in that drain; now it's my turn to try and save him from going to prison for the rest of his life.

I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and walked in. The lady snapped her head towards me and looked like she was about to growl like a rabid dog.

"Where the hell have you been!" she snarled in a dangerous, almost uncontained rage.

"Ahh… I ahh… (Gulp) … We need to talk," I mumbled, feeling myself shriveling under her poisonous stare.

Outside Main Office

Nicholas

Deputy Jensen stepped into the patrol car and continued writing his report. He was a handsome guy in his mid-twenties with auburn shoulder-length hair. Me, Adrian and Theo looked at each other and started our pre-planned script.

"Adrian, I'm worried," I said with fake concern. "Our boys are already at the volleyball court, and they're gonna be waiting for us.

"Dammit, that's right. I forgot about that. And it's already getting dark." Adrian turned to the deputy. "Excuse me, sir, if it's not too much trouble, do you think you could drive around to where our boys are so that we could tell them to go back to their cabins?"

"Nope. I can't do that. That is strictly against procedures," the deputy responded as he kept writing on his clipboard.

Theo cleared his throat. "Hey, um … didn't you mention the other day that the last time you took your boys over there, they all stripped naked and went skinny dipping in the lake?"

The deputy reacted with a notable pause in his writing, with his ears practically perking up.

Adrian started chuckling. "Yeah, I remember that. They all started getting a little handsy with each other. I even had to go and separate some of them. Their little boners were popping like bubble wrap."

The deputy turned around. "What um … what kind of camp are you all running here," he asked casually.

"You mean, you don't know?" Adrian asked. "This here is an LGBTQ camp. Those boys can't help getting all horny watching each other running around naked." By now, we had his full attention.

"Yeah, well, they could be in danger," Theo said with concern. "As you said, it's getting dark. It's not safe for them to be swimming naked in the lake, especially when they're unsupervised in a secluded area. What if one of them drowns?"

The deputy thought for a moment with a growing expression of desire on his face. "Alright, I'll tell you what –we'll swing around the camp to look for your boys, but only if we keep this little detour off the record, got it?"

"Yeah, absolutely," we all muttered. So far, so good.

I directed the deputy to go off-road and follow a rough trail through the middle of the camp. We passed by a group of boys playing soccer, and the deputy paid particular attention to the fact that they were all shirtless, causing him almost to hit a tree. Further down the road, there were two young boys in their boxer briefs having a water gun fight with super soakers. The deputy actually stopped the car to gawk. I happened to catch him adjusting his crotch as he continued very slowly.

The deputy started glancing at us through the mirror. "Hey, ahh … now that we're off the record, is it true what it says in this report? About how all the sexual things you've all been doing with these boys?"

"I think we'll wait for our attorneys to answer that question," I said defensively.

"Well, hold on, Nick," said Adrian with his hand up. "He says we're off the record, so I guess I can be a little forthcoming. You know what? Yeah, it's true, but I'm only speaking for myself. I've had sex with some of these boys, but here's the thing–I never forced any of them. There was no forcing them, no trickery, no coercion, no enticement, no nothing. It was all voluntary; it was all consensual. In fact, most of the time it was the boys in my group who would start getting horny with each other and eventually, well… spilled over to me."

"Really?" he asked a little surprised. "I mean, ahem … well, even if it was voluntary, that's still against the law, you know. Sexual assault of a child is a serious offense."

Adrian pressed on. "Come on, man. Do you call that assault? Seriously? Haven't you or some of your buddies ever had sex with a guy or a lady when you were young? It's like a right-of-passage and as long as it's voluntary, there's no harm being done. There are countries where fathers take their thirteen-year-old sons to brothels to get them laid. How come they don't get charged with assault?"

"Look, I hear what you're saying," said the deputy. "I don't make the laws, but I do have to enforce them."

Adrian put his head back in frustration. I gave him a slight nudge with my elbow for him not to give up and to keep going.

"Look, Paul–can I call you Paul?" asked Adrian referring to the deputy's first name. "I saw the way you were looking at those shirtless boys playing soccer," Adrian continued. "And the ones with the water guns. You could see their sexy butts right through their wet underwear. I could tell that really turned you on."

"That's … that's not true," Paul said, swallowing as he kept driving in silence.

"Well, since we're still off the record, have you ever had sex with a young boy," Adrian asked.

"What!? Of course not," he said a little too defensively.

"What would you say if I told you I could arrange that for you?"

Paul looked like he was going through a serious mental struggle. Come on, Adrian. You've almost got this; bring it home. At that moment, we rode over a hill where the playground next to the lake became visible and that's when we heard Paul gasping softly. He stopped the car and leaned forward as far as he could with his mouth open in disbelief. Out in the distance next to some light posts were a few boys playing volleyball on the sand and they were all completely naked.

There were only about six of them? There were supposed to be a lot more. I wonder what happened to the rest of them? Well, at least Jayden was here. I recognized Oliver and Ricky. There's the cute couple Brad and Alan. I knew all of them would be willing participants in our little scheme. Oh my God, is that Jason? I had been wanting to see that sexy blonde with the curls naked since I laid eyes on him.

Adrian leaned forward. "So Paul, how would you like to have sex with all those boys over there? Just look at all that nakedness. Look at all that young golden naked skin with their sexy tan lines. How would you like to savor their tasty little cocks inside your mouth? How would you like to feel their little mouths sucking on your flaming boner, caressing and slurping all over it with their tongues? How would you like to feel them sitting on your lap while squeezing your boner sticking up between their legs while you're rubbing your hands over smooth bodies? Paul, how would you like to have an orgy with these boys that'll be so erotic you'll end up exploding your load all over their faces?"

Oh, Adrian was good. By now, the poor guy was practically drooling with a glazed-over expression. He continued driving towards the volleyball net with a little more speed, stopping just a few yards away under a bright lamppost. Paul kept leering at the boys as they ran back and forth, jiggling their sumptuous little butts with most of them sporting rigid boners. He looks like he's about to take the bite and all Adrian has to do is reel him in.

"I hmm … I don't think that would be a good idea," Paul said with a trembling voice. He shook his head vigorously and looked away. "I … I need to get you guys to the station," he said, activating the patrol car's PA system.

"May I have your attention, please? This is Officer Jensen from the Sheriff's Department. Your counselors will not be able to be with you today." By now, the boys had noticed us and were headed in our direction. "All of you need to get dressed and head back to your cabins immediately," Paul announced, still looking down.

The boys positioned themselves in plain view of the deputy and started trying to get his attention by strutting around sexily. Ricky, Oliver, and Jason climbed up to the hood of the car and started flashing and wiggling their boners in front of the windshield.

"Ahhh … you boys need to stop. You need to get off the car right now," Paul said shakily through the speakers. "I … I am ordering you boys to… to…" The boys on the hood turned around and bent down, pointing and swaying their butts towards us with their legs slightly open staring back sexily at the deputy through their open legs. Paul looked like he was getting exasperated. As much as he tried to avert his eyes, he couldn't resist any longer and gave in to his arousals.

"So, what's it gonna be, Paul? You want that orgy or not? I can arrange it for you like right this instant. All these boys would be willing participants–totally consensual. These are some of the horniest boys in this camp, and they would be willing to do anything with you–and I mean a n y t h i n g."

Paul just kept staring openmouthed at the boner-popping site of the boys opening their butt cheeks with their hands to expose their little starfish. Brad and Alan knocking on his side window and trying to open his door, shook him out of his trance. Paul kept looking around, trying to decide what to do.

"All you have to do is unlock your door, Paul, but if you're not interested, I can just tell them to go away." Adrian leaned towards the window and spoke through the gap. "Hey boys, go ahead and get dressed and start heading on back to your cabins."

That's when we heard Paul unlocking and opening his door. That's also when Jayden sneaked over to the other side of the car and started videotaping everything with Adrian's phone through the window without the deputy noticing.

We got you.

Outside Mrs. Phillips' cabin

Max

I was looking over Frankie's shoulder as we both watched the signal from the drone's video camera coming through his phone. I clicked on the radio.

"Shane, are you sure the drone's recording all this?"

"I'm positive. It's recording everything," he radioed back.

Shane was the one handling the controller, trying to keep the drone as stable as possible in front of the window. We could see Mrs. Phillips screaming and yelling at Justin. I had never seen her so pissed. At first, Justin seemed a little freaked out by her rabid barking. The fucking bitch looked like she was foaming at the mouth. Then he started getting in her face. That's when things started going downhill.

We all gasped with a start when we saw her slapping Justin so hard that he went down to the ground. He got himself up angrily and started yelling back at her. The lady was going into conniptions and looked like she was about to blow a fucking gasket. She clamped her fingers around his ear and started dragging him to another part of the cabin. I could hear him screaming from inside, which sent a chill up my spine and almost brought me to tears.

"Where the fuck did they go?" I asked frantically into the radio. "Shane, go to another window. You need to find them now. Hurry!"

"I'm on it. I'm on it," he said, working the controller.

"There! They're right there," I exclaimed.

They were in one of the bedrooms. The bitch was trying to throw Justin into the closet, but he was fighting back. Both of them were screaming at each other. Justin had tears in his eyes, and it just broke my heart. She grabbed him by the shirt and started screaming loudly at him tying to slap him again. We could hear it all the way out here. Then Justin actually slapped her back and spit on her face. Whoa. Fuck yeah. Way to go, Justin. The lady looked like she was about to erupt like a volcano.

"He needs to get out of there," said Frankie looking really scared. "Max, we've got enough to get that bitch. He needs to get out of there now. Do something!" he pleaded.

We watched in horror as the lady made a fist and punched Justin hard in the face. While he was down on his knees, she kicked him hard on the side. We were all shitting bricks. Shane got so freaked out that he lost control of the drone, causing it to crash through the fucking window. The last scene we saw on the screen was that bitch raising a pair of scissors with Justin trying to hold her arm up before the screen suddenly blacked out.

"What happened? What happened! Justiiiiinnnn!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Frankie and I ran as fast as our legs could carry us towards the broken window with a sense of dread. When we got there, we could see the drone inside still buzzing around with the lady frantically chasing after it. She was on to us. The drone kept crashing into things and bumping against the walls. Shane was trying to navigate it back through the broken window, but there was already too much damage to the rotors. The drone stuttered for a bit and finally came down right into Mrs. Phillip's hands. She quickly tucked it under her arm and ran out the front door. Fuck.

As soon as we ran inside, I stopped with a screech and gasped in horror. Oh, my God. Justin was sprawled on the floor with a bloody nose and a black eye. He was dragging himself on the floor, grunting in pain and breathing hard, leaving a trail of blood on the carpet. His bloodied hand was pressing down on his shirt over an open wound on the side of his stomach.

"I'll call the Medical Cabin," Frankie said, dialing on his phone.

"Justin … Justin!." I ran over to him and froze. I got down on my knees and just hovered over him, not knowing what to do. I was afraid to touch him. "Justin, are you okay? What do I do?" I pleaded in tears. "I don't know what to do," I squealed as I started panicking.

"Go …," he stuttered weakly. "Go after her. You've gotta … you've gotta get that drone. Don't… don't worry about me. I'll be okay. You can't let her get away with this," he grunted, wincing with painful spasms.

Frankie came over with a towel and knelt down beside me. She gently pushed Justin's hand away and applied pressure on the wound, causing him to cry out in pain.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shrieked. "You're hurting him," I cried tearfully.

"Max! Listen to me," Frankie said, holding me by the shoulders. "You need to snap out of it and get ahold of yourself. Between the two of us, you're the fastest runner. You need to go after that bitch right now and get that drone because if you don't, this will all have been for nothing, do you hear me?" she said angrily pointing at Justin. "I know this is not how we planned it, but we still got our teams standing by for your instructions. It's time to go to plan B, and the guys are gonna need your guidance. I'll stay here with Justin until the doctor gets here."

"I'm scared, Frankie," I cried. "What if he … what if …"

Frankie wrapped his arms around me and held me close while I cried and sobbed on his shoulder. I could feel Justin gently tugging on my shirt. When I knelt down, he could barely speak.

"Max, will you still take me in a heartbeat?" he asked weakly.

I bent down and whispered in his ear. "I'll take you in all my heartbeats, Justin. You have to be strong, okay? Just hold on. Please… hold on."

"Get that drone." He winced painfully and looked delirious. "Operation Bitch Slap," he whispered. "Opera…" Then he passed out.

"Justin … Justin." I just stared at his unconscious body, lying there so helpless. I was frozen with fear and almost went into a panic. Frankie was right–we can't let that bitch get away with this. I decided it was time for me to channel all my anguish and all my fears into enough anger to get that bitch back for what she's done.

As gently as I could, I gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. "I promise you I'll get that drone. I swear to God I'm gonna make her pay." I stood up, wiped my tears, and pulled up my radio.

"This is Max. Everybody listen up. The bitch has the drone, and she's on the move. Plan A was a bust, so we're going with Plan B. Repeat–we're going with Plan B. She's headed for the lake. She's gonna try to get rid of the video by tossing the drone in the water. I'm on my way. Everyone get in position like right now. Do you copy?"

Chapter 19
Cabin Fever

Volleyball Court near the lake

Nicholas

The boys were squirming all over the deputy who was beginning to lose the battle of rational thinking. They seemed to be engaged in a coordinated effort to get Paul as aroused and distracted as possible. Jason was unbuttoning Paul's shirt while Oliver was under the steering wheel, unbuttoning Paul's pants and trying to pull them off. Brad and Alan were on the passenger side on their knees and started putting on a show for the deputy. They started kissing passionately while grinding their boners against each other and caressing each other's bodies. Paul's eyes were bugging out as he found himself surrounded by all these irresistible, forbidden fruits.

Ricky was busy playing with the loudspeakers, moving as many dials on all the instruments he could get his hands on, activating the siren, honking the horn, and looking through the glove compartment. Paul was starting to get exasperated while trying to keep his eyes on the two boys going hardcore with each other. Being a boylover made it extremely difficult for Paul to scold a bunch of sexy naked boys trying to seduce the hell out of him.

"Boys wait–wait, you can't do that. Hey, put that down. No… what are you doing? Give me that. Stop it–stop doing that–I mean it. Guys come on. You're gonna get me in trouble …"

Paul was now sitting sideways with his feet sticking out the door. Jason took over the task of pulling Paul's pants completely off, and then Oliver started pulling off his underwear. Still under the steering wheel, Oliver started playing around with Paul's fully inflated boner. Paul was no longer protesting as he finally just gave in to his arousals. With his eyes closed, he lay down and started moaning with pleasure as Oliver began sucking his dick.

By now, Brad was fucking Alan doggy style. Paul leaned his head back and stared up between the boy's legs, mesmerized at the sight of Brad gliding his cock in and out of Alan's butthole. He reached up and started caressing Brad's sumptuous butt cheeks and wrapping his fingers around Alan's boner with a lustrous grin.

Ricky opened the passenger door and scooted Brad and Alan outside. Then he went over and straddled Paul's face placing his boner in front of his mouth and allowing him to suck him off. While Paul was lustily trying to devour his delicious hard boner, Ricky lifted the lid to the middle compartment between the seats and pulled out a pair of handcuffs with the key attached. Ricky looked at me and winked his eye. My eyes widened when he slowly and carefully handcuffed Paul's wrist to the steering wheel. He reached over and handed the key to Brad standing at the side door. Brad cautiously opened the back door and began removing our handcuffs without making a sound. Oh, these boys were good.

Then, as if on cue, all the boys exited from the car and moved away. That's when Paul had noticed his own predicament and closed his eyes tight.

"Son of a bitch. Fuck," he moaned in frustration.

"Wait," I whispered. "Guys, what are we doing? If we get out of this car, we'll become fugitives. I don't want to be on the run for the rest of my life."

"Nick's right," added Theo. "I'm sorry, but I think I'm just gonna stay in the car. I don't want them adding escape to our rap sheets."

"Guys, we won't be charged with anything if we play our cards right," Adrian insisted. "We have the video. We have the upper hand here. You've gotta trust me on this."

I looked at Theo. "Adrian's right. This could be our ticket out of this mess. Besides, if this doesn't work, what's another five years with a sentence of life in prison?"

Theo looked reluctant and finally nodded his head. We all started getting out of the car and massaging the marks on our wrists from the overtight handcuffs. Ricky came over, whispered something in Adrian's ear, and handed him his phone. Adrian immediately started tapping instructions on the screen.

Then I noticed Brad was standing a little too close to the car. I was about to warn him to move back when Paul immediately reached out and grabbed Brad by the wrist. He yanked the key from his fingers and started unlocking himself from the steering wheel. All the boys moved back in alarm. He grabbed his pants that were on the ground and pulled his pistol out.

"On the ground," he snapped, furiously pointing the gun at us. "On the ground now!" he screamed.

"Paul … Paul, listen to me," Adrian said with his hands up, still holding his phone. "We've got you on video. Everything that you were doing with these boys right now, it's all in here," he said waving his phone in the air.

"Throw it over here. Do it now, or I'll blow your fucking brains out," he demanded angrily which seemed kind of comical with him standing there naked from the waist down.

Adrian looked up at the screen of his phone. "Too late, Paul. I just emailed a copy of the video to a buddy of mine. If he doesn't hear from me in two hours, he's gonna take it to a major news network."

Paul just stared at us in disbelief. "You won't get away with this," he said nervously.

"Maybe not. But neither will you," I added.

Paul slowly started lowering his gun. "Fine. What are your demands?" he asked defeatedly.

"You know what we want, Paul," I said with a sigh. "Make these charges go away. We know you have Mrs. Phillip's phone locked up in an evidence container. Give us her phone, tear up your report, and Adrian will call his buddy back."

"And what am I gonna tell the Sheriff? He's gonna be expecting some kind of report."

"Well, I happen to have some information for you on a more serious crime concerning a certain camper who's being physically abused by non-other than Mrs. Phillips herself. I guarantee you won't drive out of here empty-handed."

"Mrs. Phillips? The lady who just turned you in? You can't be serious. Do you have proof?"

"I don't, but the camp doctor does. Would a physical exam be proof enough?"

"I don't know. I guess if the doctor thinks it is, then it would be a start," Paul said distractedly as he began gawking at the six naked boys standing nearby as he started getting dressed. Theo started to whispering into Adrian's ear; Adrian nodded and walked up to the deputy.

"Hey Paul, now that we're all on the same page here, maybe we can sweeten the deal here. We've got six naked horny boys here with us and some empty cabins right over there," he said, pointing towards the distance. "We shouldn't let this opportunity go to waste." He turned around. "Right boys?"

The boys stepped in closer. Brad and Alan walked up to Paul and started taking turns kissing him and placing his hands over their boners for him to fondle.

"Give us what we want, and we'll let these boys give you the most orgasmic and wildest orgy beyond your wildest dreams. What do you say, Paul? Do we have a deal?"

"Mmmm… you've got yourself a deal," Paul said in mid-kiss as he continued groping both boys.

We all turned to each other with wide grins slapping high-fives in the air.

Camp trail in route to the lake

Max

"Max, this is Frankie. Over."

"Go ahead," I said into the radio.

"The doctor's here with the nurses. Their putting Justin on a stretcher and taking him to the Medical Cabin. They've already called a medical chopper from the nearest hospital."

"Frankie, how's he doing?"

I could hear Frankie sighing. "I don't know. He looks pretty bad. But don't worry. He's in good hands now. Listen,–Mrs. Phillips left her laptop on and I've been able to tap into all the camera feeds in the entire camp and I've been tracking her movements. She just passed the Post Office and she's headed towards the Racetrack."

"Frankie, great job, man. Keep me updated, will you? Alright guys, you heard what Frankie said. It's time for a course correction; all teams get in position. Let's move. Over and out."

I started jogging a little faster, trying to catch up with the other boys. I took a shortcut trying to get to the Racetrack before she did. Things were starting to get a little more complicated than we had planned. The original plan was simple: Use the drone to record the lady smacking Justin around through the window, bring the drone back, rescue Justin from the lady, and take the recording to Nick and Adrian so they could call the cops.

We also knew there was a possibility that the lady would get her hands on the drone somehow and try to erase or destroy the video. We came up with an elaborate plan in case she tried to make a run for it. The plan wasn't perfect and there were a lot of things that could go wrong, but one thing is for sure–we can't let her reach the lake or the game's over.

"Max… pssst, Max! Over here," I heard a voice.

I stopped and saw some boys from my team hiding behind some bushes. I quickly ran over and joined the group. "Has she passed by yet?" I asked.

"No, not yet. But she should be here any minute." We all waited in silence, waiting for her to pass by.

"I see her. I see her," said a boy up in a tree with binoculars that I hadn't even noticed. "She headed straight for us," he hissed excitedly.

"Alright, everyone get ready," I said. I pulled up my radio. "Team A to Team B–this is Max. We'll be sending the target your way any minute now. Get ready."

"Copy that Team Leader. Team B standing by to engage the enemy," said a young voice trying to sound militaristic. "Will advise Team C for the next rendezvous."

"Hey, don't get cocky and stay sharp," I said into the radio, rolling my eyes. I heard someone gasp and noticed the lady running towards us from a distance. Even though it was already dark, there were plenty of light posts throughout the camp. "Alright, everyone get ready. Wait for it… wait for it… and now."

We all pulled out of the bushes and lined up, creating a blockade in front of her path. She stopped and glared at us waspishly.

"What the hell do you boys think you're doing? Get back to your cabins right this instant." We all stared at her in defiance. "I said, get back to your cabins. Now!" she growled.

I walked up to her gritting my teeth, trying to control the rage building up inside of me, matching the intensity of her own anger. I kept replaying the scenes of her attacking poor Justin that might end up causing his death.

"Give me the drone," I demanded.

She tried to run past us, but the boys pulled together and blocked her path. We all started converging on her and she ended up running off in the direction we were hoping for. She was headed straight for Team B. I pulled up my radio. "Max to Team B. Target is heading your way now."

"Copy that." I shook my head and started chuckling.

"Alright boys, let head over to the next rendezvous point as fast as we can. Let's move."

For the next few minutes, Teams A, B and C took turns blocking the lady's path and practically herding her to a predetermined spot. During the blockades, each team tried to get the bitch to hand over the drone, but no matter how much they insisted, she wouldn't give it up and kept running. Despite the blockades, she was still headed in the general direction of the lake, so she might not even realize she was heading straight to where we wanted her.

During the last blockade, we managed to corral her into one of the baseball fields surrounded by a fence. By now, word had spread throughout the boy's and girl's camp about what she had done to Justin. There was now a growing crowd of campers surrounding the perimeter fence watching our three teams converging on her. She was backing away slowly, still looking as challenging as ever. Then she tripped over a large rock and fell on her butt causing her to lose her grip on the drone. I decided to make a run for it.

The lady must've anticipated my move and reacted immediately. She grabbed the large rock that she had tripped over and raised it up in the air with both hands. That bitch was gonna smash the drone with the fucking rock. I immediately stopped in my tracks about two yards away. I decided to wait her out. That rock looks pretty heavy and she can't hold it up for much longer.

She stared at me with a hateful smirk as if she had already figured out her next move. I wanted to ram my foot down her fucking throat.

"Look, lady, if you smash that drone, I swear to God I'll kill you. And you better hope Justin comes out of this alive because if he doesn't, I will come after you and hunt you down."

Her smirk went away as she slowly brought the rock down. Then she gave me an evil smile. "Not if I can help it," she said as she lifted the rock again and brought it down forcefully on the drone over and over again, smashing it into pieces.

"No. Noooooo!" I screamed as I started running towards her. "You fucking bitch. I'm gonna smash that rock on your fucking face!"

The lady got up and started running off. The teams converged again and seemed to be herding her in a different direction. With everyone blocking her path, it wouldn't take long for me to catch up to her. All the running around on the loose dirt had kicked a cloud of dust into the air, which the lady had just run into. Oh, you're not gonna get away that easily.

As soon as I passed through the cloud of dust, she was gone. I looked around frantically in all directions through the clearing dust cloud. Where the fuck did she go? She just … disappeared. I pulled up my radio. "Guys, this is Max. Does anyone have eyes on the target?… Somebody answer me. Does anyone have eyes on the target?… Anyone!"

Jack came running up to me. "Max, we know where she is. We know exactly where the lady is."

I turned and looked all around me. "Where? I don't see her."

"She's right in front of you," Jack said with a mischievous grin pointing downward.

I started walking forward and Jack held me back before I could go any further. There was a hole in the ground with branches and shrubs on the perimeter. I noticed a porta-potty on its side a few yards away. I stepped to the edge and looked down into the hole and there she was with most of her clothes disgustingly covered in wet shit. There were splotches on her hair and her face; she was even spitting some of it out of her mouth. The guys had moved the porta-potty and had covered the hole with branches and brush to camouflage it and she fell right in.

The lady looked up at us with rage in her eyes and started cussing up a storm. She was so pissed we couldn't even understand what she was saying.

"It doesn't matter," she said, finally calming herself down. "Whatever you thought you had recorded with that drone is gone. And whatever happened to Justin, I'll just blame it on Nicholas. In fact, I have a recording of him pushing Justin down to the ground at the chow hall during lunch today. Who are they gonna believe? The Camp Manager, or some pathetic sinful heathen brats like you?"

She started climbing herself out of the pit, and it looked like she was having a hard time as she continued bitching at us.

"Just wait 'till your parents come and pick you up. They're gonna get an earful from me about all your shenanigans. And they're gonna get an eyeful from all the videos I'm gonna show them of all your unnatural sexual abominations. You will never, ever be allowed to come back to this camp or any other …"

As the lady continued with her bitching, Frankie came running towards me and stopped as he tried to catch his breath.

"Max, Mrs. Phillips didn't destroy the evidence after all. It's all right here," he said, holding up his phone. "I've been recording the live stream from the drone all this time. It's all in here." Frankie turned to the crowd. "I've got the whole recording right here," he shouted out loud holding up his phone.

"Yaaaaaaay!" everyone roared.

"Frankie, you're a genius," I said, giving him a tight hug. "Pull up the video where she's getting Justin?"

The lady looked at us nervously as I held up Frankie's phone and replayed the scene where she's beating the crap out of Justin. I looked at her with a satisfied grin.

"Who are they going to believe now? This video or a deranged abuser like you? Guess what? You're fucked, you fucking bitch, and you're going down."

Her face contorted into a fit of rage as she charged towards me, trying to yank the phone out of my hand. Without even thinking, I just braced myself and kicked her back right into the pit of shit. Everyone started cheering wildly again.

I walked over to Frankie and hugged him. "Thank you so much Frankie. We couldn't have done this without you. How can I ever repay you?"

"Hey, party all night long!" he said in a soft voice. I just burst out laughing.

"Tango one down," crackled the radio.

The vacant cabin next to the lake

Nicholas

The scene was almost surreal. Me, Adrian, and Theo sat on a long sofa watching the orgy in progress with growing arousal. Despite our hornyness, we had decided to let Paul have the boys all to himself since he had come through with his side of the bargain. He had given us Mrs. Phillip's phone along with his entire report, and Adrian had checked in with his buddy, to whom he had sent the video.

We were all rubbing our hardons slowly as the deputy was maximizing this once in a lifetime opportunity. He looked completely intoxicated by an overdose of boy lust while immersing himself in a harem of horny naked golden boys. Paul was lying on the floor on top of a blanket with Alan and Brad on each side, dragging their tongues up and down his shaft while cupping and massaging his balls.

Oliver and Ricky were positioned on each side of his face, frenching each other forcefully, while Paul took turns sucking each of their boners while massaging their cushiony butts. Paul was literally writhing in sexual ecstasy. The only ones missing were Jayden and Jason. It was apparent that Jason was new to all this by the expression on his face. He just sat there on a stool, watching the action. He had a full erection, which meant he was probably aroused by what he was seeing, but probably not enough to want to participate.

Jayden tried to join the action but decided there wasn't that much room left. He started walking around the cabin exploring and examining all the trinkets and decorations and looking through old books on a shelf. I stared at his naked body admiringly as he walked around innocently and naturally. His different postures, along with the contours of his body, had me captivated. The fact that he wasn't deliberately tying to cause arousal was the thing that I found most arousing.

Adrian and Tyler were lustily fixated on the action, which was still going strong. Alan was now doing a sixty-nine with Paul. But instead of Paul sucking on Alan's dick, Brad was fucking Alan in the ass right over Paul's face allowing him to drink in all the explicit details of Brad's dick sliding in a and out from a perfect angle. Paul was moaning with pleasure as Alan's head bobbed up and down repeatedly as he deepthroated and marinated Paul's boner with his wet lips.

Eventually, Jayden, Oliver, and Ricky wandered over to where we were sitting and started flirting with us, teasing us, and trying to entice us with their nakedness. Jayden lay down on top of our laps facing up and tucked his hands under his head.

"Aaaah," he sighed loudly. "Hey Nick, you want me to pretend I'm asleep again?" he asked, winking his eye at me. Adrian and I smiled at each other and started exploring our favorite parts of his body.

"Hey, Theo," said Ricky playfully. "Are you ready for round two?"

"Oh, I'll always be ready for you, little guy," Theo said lustfully as he turned Ricky around and sat him on his lap.

It didn't take long for us to strip naked ourselves and partake of the carnal pleasures that were literally thrown at our face. As the boys eagerly presented their delicious body parts to us, Jason was still sitting on the stool, looking aroused, but bored. I extricated myself from the group and kneeled in front of him.

"Hey, buddy. Are you doing okay?"

"Huh?" he said a bit startled. "Oh, um, yeah… I'm doing great. How are you doing?" he asked awkwardly.

"You wanna come join us?" I asked softly.

"Oh, ahh… Nah. I'm good. I'm just gonna keep watching. But thank you for asking," he said sheepishly.

"Listen, if you feel like you're not ready for this, that's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed and no one here is going to force you. That's a promise."

"Well… I kind of want to, but I don't. Some of this stuff seems too, I don't know… too much. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I'm sorry Nick."

"Hey, you don't have to apologize to me or anyone else. Look, Jason, you have a beautiful sexy body, but it is your body. You decide when you're ready and not anyone else." Jason nodded gratefully.

I pulled myself up and went to sit down on an old recliner. Jason kept staring at me with particular attention to my full erection. He looked down, started massaging his boner, and then kept staring at mine. He slowly got up, walked towards me and stood there, rubbing his erection in front of me. This curly blonde had the most pristine and perfect naked body I had ever seen. He was an Adonis with milky-white skin, a work of art drawn to perfection with every proportion of his body perfectly sculptured to provoke the strongest of arousals.

He came closer, turned around and planted his naked butt on my lap. He positioned himself so that my boner was poking up through his legs. I just closed my eyes with sexual anticipation. He leaned himself back against me, which prompted me to push back on the recliner. I just lay there trying to absorb the sensations of this gorgeous hot boy lying on top of me, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Hey Nick, can we um … can we just do little things with each other? Not any of that hard stuff like they're doing. Can we do like gentle things?"

"Of course, Jason. You let me know if I go too far, okay?"

My hands started exploring his exquisite body as I gently rubbed his nipples and finally let my hands venture down to his twitching cut hard penis. My fingers probed and caressed the wonders of his boy parts with the delicacy of a flower. I could feel his body relaxing as he snuggled his head below my chin. I was starting to think this was his first sexual encounter–just like Justin.

As I slowly stroked his boner, I started wondering what was gonna happen next. Even without the videos, Mrs. Phillips can still make accusations with the police and cause a lot of trouble for us. Fuck it; I'll worry about that later. Right now, I just wanted to focus on this boy's perfect body, trying to make this moment last for as long as possible. He slowly turned himself over and rested his boner against mine while resting his head affectionately against my chest. I slowly and tentatively rested my hands on that perfect ass of his.

"This is perfect," Jason whispered. "Thank you, Nick. Mmm … keep doing that," he moaned with pleasure as I dug my fingers between his legs.

I could feel the tension in my body melting away and for the first time all day, I was able to finally take a deep, long cleansing breath that just felt so liberating. I can't wait to get back to Justin so I could at least apologize to him and try to smooth things over.

Then I saw my phone on the floor lighting up from an incoming call. I had forgotten that I had put my phone on silent. I gently pushed Jason to the side and picked it up. Whoa… I had like a dozen missed calls and a bunch of messages from… from Frankie's phone? What the hell's going on? I started going through all the messages with a growing sense of dread. They were all about Justin.

Oh, my God–no.

Chapter 20
Insolvency

In route to the Main Office

Nicholas

After talking to Frankie on the phone and squeezing as much information as I could from him, I instructed him to get all the boys back to the Main Office. Deputy Jensen had called for backup and had instructed that they go and arrest Mrs. Phillips immediately. On the way to the Office, I had called the hospital repeatedly about Justin, but they just kept telling me he was in surgery. I started thinking the worst. I was desperately trying to keep myself from going into a full-blown panic.

As we all exited the patrol car, the office was surrounded by worried campers mingling among themselves, trying to figure out what was going on. Adrian and Theo immediately started organizing the boys into their groups while the girl Counselors started gathering all the girls. Max turned around to look at me, and my heart sank when I saw his face was wet with tears. He came over and gave me a tight hug as he buried his face in my chest.

"Nick, Justin's hurt! She stabbed him. She stabbed him, and Justin's really hurt!" he wailed. "Why did she stab him? Why?"

I could feel his body trembling. "I don't know, Max. I don't know," I said worriedly.

"What's gonna happen to him?" He looked up at me with so much anguish. I barely started to realize just how important Justin was to him.

My mouth was trembling with emotion. "I don't know, but I'm gonna drive over there and find out, okay?"

"I wanna come with you. Please take me with you!" he pleaded.

"Alright. I'll see what I can do. Come on, let's go inside."

When we stepped inside the office, the receptionist informed me that Mr. Phillips was on his way to the hospital. She also said that a deputy had gone to arrest Mrs. Phillips, and another deputy was in the conference room taking a statement from Frankie and viewing the video on his phone that he had recorded from the drone. Despite my curiosity, I don't think I'd be able to stomach watching that video of Justin being tortured by that bitch.

"Um, listen … I'm driving over to the hospital right now. Would it be okay if I take Max with me? He's Justin's best friend, and he's really worried. Well, we're both really worried."

"Of course, Nick. I'll call security at the entrance to log him out. Please call back and let us know how he's doing okay?" she said sadly.

Walking out of the office, I walked over to Adrian. "Hey, I'm gonna drive into town to see Justin at the hospital and I'm taking Max with me. Do me a favor: Watch my boys and do not let your guard down until you make sure that bitch is in handcuffs."

Adrian wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry, Nick. I've got you covered. I promise I won't let anything happen to them. Call me when you can. Go."

City Pediatric Hospital

What was supposed to be an hour and a half drive into the city was cut down to about one hour thanks to Deputy Jensen serving as our escort on the highway. As we walked into the Emergency waiting area, we saw Mr. Phillips talking to the Surgeon. Then he covered his face with his hands and shook his head. No – no … This can't be happening. Justin can't be gone. I looked around tearfully trying to make some sense out of all this.

Max walked up to me, looking stunned. "Did Justin die?" he asked with trembling lips. "Did he? Did he die? Is Justin dead? Answer me!" he screamed, looking terrified.

Mr. Phillips ran over to him and held him by both shoulders. "No, no, no … he's not dead, son. Justin's not dead, so calm down, okay?" he said soothingly.

I felt a great sense of relief. "Mr. Phillips, what is his condition? How's he doing?"

"He's not out of the woods yet. He's in pretty bad shape. I'm afraid he's in a coma."

A coma? Everything seemed so surreal. A coma could last months, even years. After a couple of hours of pacing aimlessly around the waiting area, Mr. Phillips insisted we go back to the camp.

***

The next few days seemed to drag on. The mood back at the camp was subdued. Everyone was worried about Justin. Scheduled activities were usually canceled by the boys themselves, who were not at all in the mood to do anything. Boys were moping around in their cabins playing cards or board games to pass the time. Conversations in the Chow Hall were scaled down to a low murmur. As much as I tried to keep their spirits up, it seemed like we were in a damned funeral on a dark rainy day.

Mrs. Phillips had been charged with attempted murder and was awaiting trial without bond. As we all feared, she had attempted to file criminal complaints about us, which opened up an investigation. Fortunately for us, it was Deputy Jensen who had been assigned to interview the campers and search for evidence of the incriminating videos that Mrs. Phillips had sworn were in her cabin. Frankie and Max had discreetly taken a small boat out to the lake and dumped her laptop into the water. Deputy Jensen concluded in his report that there was insufficient evidence to file any charges against anyone except Mrs. Phillips.

Mr. Phillips had blamed himself for not protecting Justin enough and was taking it really hard on himself. He had returned to the camp to take over operations, but he was hardly seen by anyone. Whenever anyone stopped by to ask about Justin, he was always in a meeting or locked in his office and wouldn't talk to anyone.

Then on Tuesday morning of the following week, he called all the counselors and staff in for a meeting. He informed us that revenues were down significantly and that the camp was rapidly approaching insolvency. It was in serious financial trouble and he feared he would have to declare bankruptcy. This meant that Rainbow Spirit Camp would have to close down permanently. This was the only LGBTQ camp in the region and the next closest one would be out of reach for most of these kids. When we informed the campers of the bad news, everyone was heartbroken, which darkened the mood even further.

I called my parents and told them I would be coming home soon. There was no telling how long Justin would be in a coma and we all just had to move on. I couldn't even see him since only family members were allowed in the Intensive Care Unit. I had a long talk with my dad and I just unburdened on him about how worried I was about Justin and how heartbroken everyone was about the camp closing down.

That's what Mrs. Phillips wanted all along. It looks like that homophobic bitch is getting what she wanted. Well, at least she's getting what she deserves. It just wasn't fair to the poor campers. I felt so hopeless for them. Then that Tuesday, during lunch at the Chow Hall, my phone rang. It was Mr. Phillips.

"This is Nicholas."

"Nick, I'm at the hospital and I have some great news. He's awake. Justin's awake and he's gonna make it. You can come see him anytime. And bring his friend."

I gasped. "He's awake," I whispered to myself. "He's awake. He's awake." I jumped on top of the table. "Justin's awake! Everyone – Justin is awake!"

"Yaaaaay!" Everybody erupted in cheers. Food was thrown up into the air and pretty soon, boys were climbing on top of their tables and started throwing food at each other. "This is for Justin. Food fight!"

Some of the counselors and I were about to intervene when Adrian held us back with a wide smile. "It's okay guys. Just let them have their moment."

Justin was going to be okay. The sun had finally broken through the stormy clouds.

Tuesday afternoon, Justin's hospital room

Nicholas

Max had run ahead of me into Justin's room with excitement. When I finally got to the door, Justin and Max were embracing each other tenderly. They touched their foreheads together and were speaking softly to each other. I just stood there at the doorway with mixed emotions, allowing them to have their moment. I was elated that he was finally awake, but I was afraid that he and I had lost that special bond we had developed between the two of us. I realized that we would never again share any intimate moments with each other. Not after everything that had happened.

Justin and Max made a good couple. They looked really good together. The way they were looking into each other's eyes while caressing each other's cheeks told me everything I needed to know. Justin deserved to be in a relationship where he didn't have to worry about the risks of getting me into trouble again. He and Max were more compatible in age and social interests. I was happy for them. It just broke my heart that this will probably be the last time I'll ever see Justin considering that the camp's about to close down.

Justin saw me at the door and turned to Max. "Um Max, can I please have a moment with Nick?"

Max stepped away, looking embarrassed as if I had caught him doing something wrong. "Nick, I … I was just worried about him. I …"

"Hey, don't be sorry," I said with a warm smile. "It's okay, Max. I understand. Here, go get yourself a snack," I said, handing him some money. Max stepped out, closing the door behind him.

I walked over and stood next to Justin wondering if he was going to lash out at me for the way I treated him. I wouldn't blame him if he did, but it would still hurt deep inside. He looked at me with pity and patted the bed for me to sit. I hesitated and sat down nervously next to him. I grabbed his hand and we just stared at each other for a moment.

Even with the bruises and the black eye and the IV's on his body, he still looked so beautiful and innocent with those grey-blue eyes staring at me with what -? Compassion? Sympathy? Forgiveness? He looked so vulnerable that I just wanted to cuddle him in my arms and protect him from this cruel and thoughtless world. He reached up with his arms and pulled me into a gentle hug. I could feel the tension in my body just melting away, sensing that maybe he had found it in his heart to forgive me.

I just held him close, breathing in the smell of his body. "Justin … I am so, so sorry for what I did to you. I should have never listened to that lady. What I did to you was the most painful thing I have ever done in my whole life. When I saw the pain and the hurt in your eyes, that look of betrayal when I threw you down to the ground, it was like sticking a knife through my heart. I just wanted to kill myself," I whispered in his ear. "I just wanted to die. I was such a coward Justin. I was a fucking coward and I should've stood up to that bitch. It hurt so much that I decided I'd rather go to prison than to do that to you ever again. Justin, please – please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. You know I would never willingly …"

"Hey, hey … shhh. It's all right. I forgive you." Justin whispered, hugging me tighter. "Max told me that you guys turned yourselves in." Justin pulled away and looked at me. "Ever since you rescued me from that drain, I could see what kind of person you are just by looking in your eyes. And when you and I were finally able to spend that night together in your cabin – that incredibly magical night together, I knew you would never hurt me on purpose. I just knew that somehow, the lady had something to do with all of this.

"Nick, you're not a coward. You know why? Because you were willing to go through a whole lifetime of pain in prison rather than go through just one minute of pain to hurt me again. I know that all those things you did to me hurt you a lot. I could sense the pain inside of you, Nick, and I forgive you because I know that you didn't mean any of it. That's just not the person you are, and you were willing to sacrifice yourself for me. How could I ever be mad at you for that? That took a lot from you, and it confirmed to me the type of person you really are."

"So, you decided you were willing to do a little sacrificing of your own by confronting the lady," I said a little sternly. "Justin, she almost killed you. It almost cost you your life. What were you thinking? Not only did you put yourself in danger, but you put the other campers in danger as well by cornering her like that. What if she had been armed? What if she had a gun? How could you even think of putting yourself in that …?"

"I did it for you, Nick," he snapped angrily. "It wasn't for me. It was for you." Justin held both of my hands. "I did it for the same reasons you did for me," he emphasized. "Because that's how much I care about you. That's how much we care about each other."

"But at what cost?"

"I could ask you the same question," he said defensively. "I did it because I couldn't stand the thought of going to prison because of me. And it worked, didn't it? Now I'm free from the abuses of that lady. Nick, my cuts and bruises will get better, but that lady will still be in prison for a very long time. We won. We both won, didn't we?" He paused for a moment waiting for me to respond. "Please say something."

As much as I wanted to deny it, I started accepting the wisdom of his words. He was right. If he hadn't done what he did, I would've spent the rest of my life in prison, and Justin would've spent the rest of his childhood being that lady's punching bag. Looking down in shame, I brought him in for another hug.

"Come here. You're right, Justin. I'm sorry. You're absolutely right, and I am so grateful. That was very mature of you, and it took a lot of guts to do what you did. Thank you so much."

"Ow … ow," he winced in pain.

"I'm sorry," I said, pulling away. "Are you in pain?" I asked with concern.

"Hurts like a motherfucker," he said jovially, looking down at his wound. It's the same thing he had said when we first met while I was trying to dislodge his leg from that drain.

"Well, I suppose you're gonna want some hard liquor to deaden the pain? Or maybe a long solid club?"

"Fuck the club. I'll take the hard liquor, though."

"Well, just so you know – whenever you have another drainage problem, I give discounts to repeat customers."

"Are you offering me a coupon?" he asked with a wide grin.

"Yes, a generic one where you can fill in the blanks. You can use it during my Grand Opening."

"Ooohhh. Well, you better make that a Wide Opening. As a matter of fact, I do happen to have a drain problem right now."

"Oh, really? What kind of drain problem?" I asked curiously.

"I um … I have to go pee. Can you help me to the bathroom?"

"Oh, that kind of drain problem," I chuckled.

It felt good to laugh. The fact that we were getting back to our usual bantering was a most welcome sign. It was a bit difficult trying to support Justin's weight while rolling his IV bag to the restroom. Justin held on to the handicap bars on the wall to sustain himself while he did his business. After he was done, he just stood there holding his hospital gown up while his penis started inflating until his erection swelled up to its giant size.

"Um, that's a long pipe. May I recommend the right type of plunger for that?" I said, licking my lips.

"Well, why don't you just use the same plunger you used on me last time? Remember that coupon I gave you for a full member package? It's still valid," he said sexily.

"Hmmm … well, I have to say – that package looks mighty full right now," I said lustfully.

"Don't you mean abominable?" he asked with a sexy giggle as he made his boner bounce around.

After making sure the door was locked, I walked over to him. Oh boy – have I not learned my lesson after everything that just happened? What was it about this kid that had so much power over me? What am I getting myself into this time? While holding on to the bar with one hand, he used the other to pull my lips to his. We started kissing hungrily as I gently probed his naked body under his hospital gown. I started massaging and caressing his humongous cock while he dipped his hand into my pants and went straight to my own boner.

"So, how many popcorns is it gonna take this time?" I asked as I savored his soft, moist lips.

"Just one," he gasped as I let his gown drop to the floor.

The buzz of sexual intoxication was getting more and more intense as I clumsily undid my pants and pulled everything down. I was awash with lust as I felt his huge boner pressing hard against mine as we pressed our lips to each other even harder. This was totally unexpected and something that was gonna make it even harder for me to say goodbye to him.

Then Justin stopped and pulled away. It looked like he was getting dizzy from the exertion. "Nick, I'm sorry. You … you almost went to prison because of me and now I'm putting you in danger again."

I swallowed and nodded my head, realizing just how futile it was for me to stop my inhibitions. Justin had awakened the beast inside of me so easily once again. I knew that this was very risky, not only for me but for Justin too. What if I had accidentally opened up his wound? What if I had caused internal bleeding? What if his IV had come out? The urges in me were so powerful that it just fogged up my mind to the possible consequences of my actions. It's time to tame the beast and come to my senses. It's time I come to terms that I am a sex addict and start retaking my medication like I'm supposed to. I quickly pulled up my pants before someone came to check upon him.

Justin sat on the toilet seat, looking dejected. "I don't understand why the government says you're breaking the law by having sex with me and assuming I'm gonna be traumatized by it. If I want it as much as you do, how is that traumatizing? If I have sex with a guy your age, it's illegal. But if I have sex with a guy my age, it's okay? How does that work? Sex is sex. It's my body. It's my fucking dick. I should have the right to choose," he said adamantly.

"Hey, you're preaching to the choir. You're beginning to sound like Adrian. Look, I know it sucks, but that's the law and there's little we can do about it. To be honest, I am a bit rattled with everything that's been going on. They say that the best way to learn a good lesson is with a good scare. Justin, it's too risky for me to keep doing this with you, with the camp, with being a Counselor in charge of a bunch of boys. And so, I've decided to quit after this session is over and go home."

"Nick – no …"

I had decided not to tell him about the camp closing down and just let his grandfather handle this. "Listen, you just said that there's no difference between you wanting to have sex with a guy your age and a guy my age, right? So why not just have sex with a guy your age? Maybe someone like Max? I saw how you guys were making goo–goo eyes with each other right now. Justin, he has the hots for you, dude. Like seriously. And I know you have the hots for him. Shit, I have the hots for him. And you guys go to the same school, right? You guys can really make this work."

Justin lowered his head sadly. "I know. It's just that … you were my first one, Nick. That night that we were together in your cabin was special and romantic, and so exciting. You're the one who introduced me and guided me through the wonders of seduction and the exhilaration of foreplay and … and during that whole time, you were so sweet and tender and funny, and you made me laugh. You always made me laugh. It just felt so special and so natural and me… I guess I felt a connection between us. There's no one else that I would've rather been with than with you during my first time," he said, putting his head on my chest.

"Thank you, Justin. That really means a lot to me, and you know what? You happen to be my very first young teen boy I've had sex with and believe me when I say you made me feel as horny as I could ever get. So, what do you say about Max? You wanna give it a try with him?"

"Yeah, he's really hot. He would've been my second choice," he said with a smirk. "But, you're gonna be a hard act to follow Nick." He picked up his gown and put it on. "I guess I should get back to my bed."

When I opened the door, Max was sitting on a chair watching TV. He quickly jumped up and helped me get Justin tucked into his bed. "So, did you guys have a good fuck? Did Nick lay down some pipe?" he asked salaciously.

"No," Justin said with a giggle. "But he did do a complete survey of the landscape."

"Yeah, and I found one hole that needed to be plugged," I added.

Max started laughing. "So, why didn't you plug it in?"

"Cause mine's too big. But yours is just the right size, Max. Yours would fit right in. Isn't that right, Justin?"

Justin looked down and started blushing. Max just stared at both of us with a confused smile.

Justin cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Hey Nick, why don't you just stay for the last session and when I get out of here, I can ask grandpa if I can stay so we can, you know, just hang out some more.

Max and I looked at each other. "Nick, just tell him. He deserves to know," Max said gently.

Dammit, why did I have to be the one to give him the bad news. He's gonna take it really hard. "Justin, I'm afraid that won't be possible. There won't be any more sessions. Your grandpa announced this morning that he's losing a lot of money on the camp and he's decided to close it down. This will be the last session and this Friday will be the last day. I'm so sorry."

Justin looked stunned with his mouth open. "But Nick, what's gonna happen once you're all gone? Friday's the last day and I'm still gonna be stuck in here. I won't be able to say goodbye to anyone. Are you saying this is the last time we're gonna see each other?" he asked almost in tears.

"I don't know, buddy. I don't know what's gonna happen. I'm as pissed off as you are about all this."

"Hey, we can still see each other in school," Max said, holding Justin's hand.

"But what about everyone else?" Justin asked with concern.

"I'm so sorry, Justin." I bent down and we embraced each other tenderly and affectionately. "I'm gonna miss you so much. Hey, the important thing is that you're gonna be alright. Now that the lady is gonna be out of the picture, it's gonna be a whole different ballgame for you. Now you'll be able to get out of her shadow and make new friends and do all the things you've always wanted to do. You are going to thrive, Justin. I just know it." Justin looked up at me and nodded with his face wet with tears trying to keep himself from crying.

***

Max and I stayed past the visiting hours until we were told we had to leave. Justin had regained his composure and we were finally able to lighten his mood. Needless to say, it was extremely hard and painful saying goodbye. When Max and I walked out the door, I paused and held Max back. I explained to him that he didn't have to hold back with Justin anymore because of me. I gave him some final instructions and told him I'd wait for him in the lobby.

I watched through the window as Max walked over to Justin and saw them embracing each other. They kept staring into each other's eyes for a moment as if each were waiting for the other to make a move. Justin finally pulled Max in and gave him a sweet gentle kiss on the lips. They held each other's hands as they started conversing with each other.

It was a bittersweet moment. Will this really be the last time I'll get to see Justin? I wiped a tear and walked away sadly.

Chapter 21
Partnership

Rainbow Spirit Camp, early Saturday morning

Nicholas

The parking lot was abuzz with frazzle–haired sleepy boys and girls adjusting their heavy backpacks as they meandered distractedly through the crowds. The rest of the counselors and I were busy taking roll call and trying to line up everyone in front of their designated school buses ready to take them home. I was already losing my voice from all the shouting. It was organized chaos – or more like disorganized chaos.

Many campers were tearfully saying goodbye to each other with warm hugs. Although everyone was glad that Justin was going to be making a full recovery, we were all sad that we didn't get a chance to say goodbye. We also felt like the campers had been cheated somehow. With all the mismanagement from that fucking lady and her deliberate sabotage of the camp, the campers were not able to fully enjoy the full spectrum of everything that this camp had promised all of them. They didn't get their money's worth. This camp had so much potential, if only it had been properly managed.

I stood with my boys for the last time as each of them gave me a tight hug before climbing onto the bus. Little Ricky wrapped his arms around my leg and wouldn't let go. I started dragging him playfully towards the bus, causing everyone inside the bus to start laughing. It made me wonder how long it would be before I heard the sweet sound of children laughing again.

All of us counselors came together and waved goodbye as the buses released their brakes with a hiss and started rolling out. We had all been doing our best to act cheerful in front of the kids, but once the buses had turned the corner, everyone reverted to their genuine emotions of sadness and resentment. The mood was somber. The announcement of the camp closing down had been hard on everyone.

We all started embracing warmly and shaking hands with heartfelt emotion as we all said goodbye to each other. After getting into my Humvee, I just sat there staring blankly at nothing. I had a powerful urge to go see Justin at the hospital for the last time, but then I thought that would just make it harder for him and for me. I would only be prolonging the pain. It's best if I just head straight home and start looking for ways to keep myself busy. Maybe it's not too late to register for the Fall Semester at the University as my dad wanted.

I took one last look around the campground and started thinking that under the right circumstances and under the proper management, I could learn to really like this place. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I started the engine, put the vehicle in gear, and that's when I saw it. Wait – what? What in the world is happening here? All of the school buses were heading back to the parking lot.

As I sat there with my mouth open, my phone started chiming. I looked at the screen and Mr. Phillips had sent a text message to all counselors and staff instructing everyone to go immediately to the Main Office for an emergency meeting. I looked through the window and I could see everyone getting out of their cars scratching their heads as they read the same message on their phones.

We all filed into the Conference Room, which was rapidly getting louder and louder with gossip and speculations wondering what was going on. Everyone immediately quieted down when Mr. Phillips stepped into the room and stood at the head of the table.

"Ahem, Uhm, thank you all for this last-minute, rather unorthodox emergency meeting. Before I come to the point, there's something I want to say. When I opened this camp many years ago, it was with the commitment that we would be offering a rare opportunity for our campers to develop valuable skills and to make long-lasting friends.

"To educate not only the campers, but also the surrounding communities about the importance of honoring the individual choices of the campers such as ours without being judged, without reproach, and especially without blatant discrimination. I wanted them to feel free to self-identify, to learn about themselves, to fully express themselves, and even feel free to come out in a safe environment among kindred spirits. But most importantly, I wanted them to have fun being themselves," he emphasized.

"Unfortunately, my daughter-in-law and I have a difference of opinion. It was only because my son insisted that I decided to put her in charge of this camp, and I am genuinely sorry about that because it almost cost my grandson his life. I was unaware that she was a member of what's called Conversion Therapy. I'm pretty sure most of you know what that is. What some of you may not know is how damaging and traumatizing this organization can be to the people they're trying to convert.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your fellow Counselor Albert was blackmailed by Mrs. Phillips into committing himself to that kind of therapy. As a result of the group's intense and controversial curriculum, Albert couldn't take the pressure anymore and decided to take his own life." There were audible gasps at this horrible news.

"He was found dead inside one of the maintenance sheds. The police found a suicide note in his pocket where he explains all of this.

"Anyways, here's a bit of good news and the reason I called you all in here. When I decided to close down this camp, it was with great dismay. It was a decision that I did not make lightly and only after I had explored all possible options that I could conceive of. No matter how many financial advisers I talked to and no matter how much I crunched the numbers, there was just no possible way for this camp to recover. Until …" he said with a dramatic pause. "Until I got a call from an investor last night from out of the blue. An investor who shares the philosophy and the mission of this camp and is willing to take complete ownership."

Murmuring started spreading throughout the crowd. I raised my hand. "Mr. Phillips, what does this all mean? Why are all the buses coming back to the parking lot?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that," he said with a crooked smile. "But I have someone who can. This investor agreed to come in this morning to introduce himself." He clicked on the intercom on the desk and spoke into the speaker. "Go ahead and send him in please," A few seconds later, the door opened. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you all to meet the future owner of the Rainbow Spirit Camp."

As soon as I saw the man walking in, I was completely floored in astonishment. I was speechless.

"D–dad?? Whoa, whoa – time out here. Are you buying the camp? Are you … are you serious?" I asked in bewilderment.

"Hello, son. Meet your new boss," he said excitedly.

Now it was Mr. Phillips's turn to look surprised. "Wait – Nicholas is your son?"

I just stared at both of them open-mouthed in awe, waiting for this bombshell to sink in.

A few minutes later, after my dad introduced himself and made a short speech, everyone started filing out of the Conference Room. Mr. Phillips and my dad were having a private conversation at the door. They shook hands and Mr. Phillips left the room, leaving my dad and me to talk in private. My dad came and sat down next to me as I anxiously waited for him to start explaining himself.

"Dad, I … I don't even know where to start."

"Nick, remember before you left, we talked about me wanting us to open up a business together? A few days ago, when you gave us a call and you told me about the camp closing down and about that camper that was being abused by his stepmom, I started thinking. With my experience as a Property Manager, and later on as a Public Relations Director, I realized that this would be the perfect business for us."

"But dad, this is an LGBTQ camp. Didn't you know that? It's controversial. There are hate groups that want to target places like these."

"Of course, I knew that. That's what makes my skills even more imperative. I can turn that around Nick. I've become an expert at changing public perception for all kinds of organizations, including the controversial ones. I know how to garner general support, which will result in higher revenues by not only increasing attendance but also by securing donations from various support groups. With my Property Management experience, we can turn this place around. We can bring this camp up to its true potential and make it even better than it was before.

"Look, I should've consulted with you before making such an important decision, but this place was already on the chopping block. I was running against a deadline, and if I had waited any longer, the cost to acquire this property would have shot through the roof. Look, I haven't closed the deal yet, but the process is already in motion. It's gonna be a done deal.

"I also started thinking about all those kids having such a crappy experience here that I decided to extend their session by two more weeks free of charge. It would've been bad PR for them to tell their families and friends of their crappy experience here. So, I asked Mr. Phillips to call security at the entrance booth to turn all the buses around and bring all the kids back. We'll make sure everything's squared away with their parents."

"So, are you just gonna quit your job?"

"Not yet, but I'm getting pretty close. That's why I need you here. After the fiasco with the previous Camp Manager, I need someone here that I can trust. How would you like to be the new Camp Manager?"

"But dad, I don't have any idea how to manage a camp. I'm barely starting to learn how to be a Counselor."

"Which is why Mr. Phillips has agreed to stay on as a Consultant for the rest of the summer. During the off-seasons, we can both take whatever training classes we need to get ourselves certified and bring us up to speed on the intricacies of properly running a youth's summer camp. We need to get this camp ready for our next accreditation audit. So, what do you say, son?" he said, extending his hand. "Partners?"

I looked around the Conference Room and contemplated the fact that I came so close to spending the rest of my life in prison because of this place. Now I'm gonna be running the joint. I looked towards the window and saw all these kids getting their stuff off the school buses. Every single one of them was smiling with so much excitement and exuberance. The delightful sound of laughing children had returned to this place once again. How could I possibly say no to that?

I looked at my dad and took his hand. "Partners."

***

Tuesday afternoon, ten days later at the camp

Adrian and I were leaning against the wooden corral, watching some of the boys riding the horses as others waited in line for their turn. It felt so serene watching the boys petting the side of the horses as they slowly trotted along under the careful eyes of the horse handler. We all looked up at the sound of a boy on a zip line gliding overhead, causing all the boys to wave and shout with excitement.

I looked around at other parts of the camp and watched with fondness at all the other activities going on. There was the climbing tower where one of the boys was obviously looking up inside the boy's shorts above him with interest. I turned to the sound of shouting towards the tug of war where the losers would be pulled into the mud puddles. There were other typical camp activities like the rock-climbing wall, the paintball court, the short bungee jump, soccer, and baseball fields – it felt so refreshing to see the camp so alive with all these kids having so much fun for a change.

I looked towards Adrian and noticed he had a dazed expression. "Hey, are you all right? I'm almost afraid to ask what you're thinking with that perverted mind of yours."

"Hmmm, you see that blonde boy right there with the shoulder-length hair and the freckles? I'm imagining him riding his horse, naked, with only a cowboy hat, cowboy boots and a holster belt around his waist. Oh, what a sight that would be," he sighed.

"Ah, yes. His name's Jimmy," I said, trying to picture it myself. "I heard he's from Texas, and he loves riding horses."

"Oh yeah, Jimmy. He's one of Theo's boys. Mmm … Jimmy," Adrian moaned slowly. "One time, when I was watching Theo's group, Jimmy went in to take a shower and he purposely left the door a little bit open just enough for me to be able to take a peek. He knew I was watching him when he was stripping. I was about to walk in when Tyler came back and ruined it for me. He's what … Twelve? … Thirteen?"

"I think he's Thirteen."

"That's like the perfect age for me. Well, he sure knows how to handle a horse. Shouldn't he be at the tug of war with Theo's group?" Adrian said, pointing to the distance.

"He wanted to ride the horsey. What can I say?"

"Well, he's been giving me goo-goo eyes for a while now. It's like if he thinks that maybe I can give him a better and more interesting ride than the horse, if you know what I mean," Adrian said, biting on the wood as he stared at Jimmy.

Then he looked at me with embarrassment. "Sorry, Nick. Ever since that incident with the deputy, I've been holding myself back with the boys. It's been hard trying to force myself to act all proper with them. It's been a while since I … hey look – there, did you see that? Did you see how Jimmy was teasing me with his eyes right now? Aw Nick, now I'm feeling horny as fuck."

I looked at him with a smirk. "I bet you also imagine yourself riding naked with Jimmy on the same saddle, having him lean back against you, allowing you to caress his nicely tanned naked body as you cup your chin on his shoulders and nibble on his ear. He'll grab your hand and guide it to his stiff, golden dick with the peach hair as he positions himself so that, not only will he be riding the horse, but he'll end up riding you too."

"Whoa, dude – that's like fucking orgasmic. Will you stop torturing me like that? Hey, my birthday's coming up this weekend. Can you arrange it for me, now that you're the boss and all?" he asked playfully.

"God, I wish I could do that. Even if I could, I'd arrange it for me first." We both dropped our arms down, trying to conceal the growing bulges under our pants. "We dodged a bullet Adrian," I said in deep thought.

"Yup, that we did, Nick. I can't believe just how close we came to …"

"If it hadn't been for your quick thinking with the deputy, we'd be sitting inside the county jail waiting for our trial. You saved our butts. I never got a chance to really thank you for that."

"Well, when I read that note from Tyler that he showed us through the car window, I saw it as an opportunity – I just reacted. We should be thanking Tyler for his quick thinking."

Adrian looked over his shoulder and observed all the activities going on around us. "My god Nick. I've never seen this place so alive. It's like we were all under the weight of a dark cloud of negative energy. Now that cloud has lifted, and this camp can be everything it was meant to be, thanks to your father. I still can't believe you're gonna be part owner."

"Yeah, well, I've learned a lot from you, Adrian. Which is why I want to make you part of the decision-making process. I want to throw everything out the window and start from scratch. I want you to help me come up with rules for the campers that are not too restrictive, but not too flimsy either. Help me create new policies and new manuals and stuff like that. I want you to help me evaluate all the activities and all our equipment and help me come up with new ideas to make this one of the best camps in the region."

Adrian regarded me for a moment. "Nick, I … I'm really flattered for the offer, but I can't accept if it means I can't be a counselor anymore."

"Oh, I would never do that to you, Adrian. I know how much being a counselor means to you," I said with a smirk. "I ahh … I hate to bring this up, but …"

Adrian raised his hand. "Listen, I know what you're going to say, and I totally agree. From now on, I'm not gonna be touching any of the boys under my care anymore. I need to be a lot more careful about how I interact with them. I admit I've been pretty complacent about my behavior lately. God knows, I've learned my lesson."

"I know what you mean. I'm already questioning my decision to continue as a counselor with my boys for the rest of this session, but I know how shorthanded we are. I need to be really careful as well. Those boys seem to find it very amusing by teasing the hell out of me, especially right before bedtime, with all their sexual playfulness.

"I mean, just last night at my cabin there were two boys in each of the two showers lathering each other up. And then they come out completely naked and wet and started chasing each other and wrestling and then Shane and Shawn came and planted their naked butts on my knees while I'm sitting on my bed and … Adrian, without even thinking, I found myself cupping both of their cocks with my hands. And they just sat there and let me do it. Some of the other boys saw what was happening and they didn't even bat an eye. No one cared." I took a hard swallow. "I literally had to step outside to catch my breath."

"Boys are curious at that age. If they came and sat down on your knees, it's because they knew what they wanted from you. If you grabbed their balls, it's because you knew that's what they wanted, and you gave it to them. They probably enjoyed it as much as you did."

"But it was a really risky thing to do, Adrian. How do we deal with these types of situations in the future?"

"Well, we can start by ordering some window shades for all the cabins," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

I started laughing. "That's actually not a bad idea. We also have to make sure all the hidden cameras are taken down. We can never be too careful."

"So, does that mean I can resume some of my …Uhm, extracurricular activities?"

"At your own risk," I emphasized. "But Uhm, I won't say anything if you won't?"

Adrian smiled widely. "You're the boss."

Chapter 22
Do You Wanna Touch?

Tug of War Field

Theo

After the humiliation of losing the tug of war, I regarded our group of eight boys as we all stood there completely covered in wet mud. The boys and I were trying to wipe the mud off of our faces and trying to shake the mud off our hair. No matter how many times I spit, I could still feel the grittiness inside my mouth.

Some of the boys started kicking the mud in anger. "And where the fuck is Jimmy?" shouted one of the boys. "If he had been here with us, we would've won for sure," he complained.

"Hey, relax, will you? He's at the stables. You know how much he likes horses. It's okay." I gathered the boys into a huddle. "Alright guys, bring it in. You guys did a great job and I know you tried really hard. So, don't feel bad, okay? We'll get them next time."

"Hey, Theo," said a young boy looking up at me with a clean spot around his eyes. "Are we gonna go to the lake and jump in the water so we can wash off all this mud?"

"Yup. That's what we usually do. Is everyone ready to go? Alright, come on," I said, letting the group walk ahead of me. As we were walking, some of the boys started scratching themselves and trying to adjust their underwear under their shorts. It seemed like as the mud began to dry, it began to grate and grind inside their privates. I started feeling it as well.

Then I noticed something in the distance through the corner of my eye. I turned and saw a counselor and some freshly showered boys coming out of the Showers Cabin. I immediately stopped in my tracks. I had heard rumors that Nick had authorized all Shower Cabins to be reopened throughout the camp. I could easily just take the boys there instead of to the lake.

But I had to admit that I was scared. Just thinking about how close I came to going to prison made me really nervous about every decision I made with these boys. None of them had ever displayed any interest in anything sexual. They were all used to showering by themselves back at the cabin. It would be too much of a risk taking these boys in there. No, the best thing to do is just take them all to the lake to wash the mud off. Then they can take their individual showers when we get back to the cabin.

But then the boys stopped and started pointing. They all turned and walked back towards me. "Hey, Theo, look," said one of the older boys. "The group showers are open. Can't we just go in there?"

"I uhh … I don't know," I said cautiously. "What do you guys think? I mean, if all of you are okay with this, then you guys decide."

The boys looked at each other and shrugged. "Yeah, why not," said the boy. "It's not like we're gonna take our clothes off or anything. We're just gonna rinse all the mud off, right?"

"Oh … Uhm, yeah. Sure. If that's what you guys want, go right ahead," I said, feeling a sense of relief, but also a sense of disappointment at the same time.

As I followed the boys to the showers, I looked around, feeling a little paranoid, wondering if there were any hidden cameras still in operation. When I got close to the entrance, I could hear the water sprays inside. I slowly peeked around the wall and saw the boys under the showers and several puddles of mud going down the drain. I sighed in relief that they were still fully clothed. I felt that it was safe for me to go and join them.

Since there were eight showerheads and eight boys, I had to share one of the showers. As I was leaning my head back to wash the mud from my hair, the boy I was sharing the shower with peeled off his shirt and held it up against the spray to rinse it some more. And then another boy peeled his own shirt off too. It was like a chain reaction as all eight boys looked at each other and slowly started doing the same.

Then to my surprise, the boy next to me started unbuttoning his shorts and slowly pulled them down. He pulled out the waistband of his white briefs and let the water land on his privates. I just stood frozen under the spray feeling a little nervous but feeling a lot more aroused. I didn't want to make any sudden moves as I waited to see where this was going.

The boy turned to me. "Hey, Theo, can I just take everything off and take a normal shower here?"

"Well, duh …"

"Look, there's soap in those plastic things on the wall. Can I?"

"I ahh …"

"It's normal for boys to shower naked in here, right? It's natural, right?" he asked innocently.

"Uhmmm …"

***

The next few minutes were surreal as the boy stripped off his underwear. Some of the others started gawking at his naked body. They kept glancing at each other in embarrassment as some of them began to unbuttoning their own shorts. It's as if they were all watching each other for any signs of disapproval for wanting to strip themselves naked in front of each other. Pretty soon, I was surrounded by eight nude boys who's inhibitions had completely melted away. This was the first time they had seen each other naked. This was the first time I had seen any of them naked.

Being gay or bisexual, their natural instincts started kicking in and pretty soon, they were all trying to hide their boners with their arms. Some of them tried pushing down their boners between their legs, but they just kept popping up. Then one of the boys decided not to care if anyone saw his boner and just let it stiffen up against his stomach. It always started with one boy doing something that prompted others to follow his lead. That's when the shower room erupted in horseplay.

The boys started flinging soap on the floor and were soon sliding their naked bodies from one end of the showers to the other. I remained completely still thinking that if I moved, I would somehow ruin this moment. I could feel the strongest of arousals coursing through my body. What started out as innocent play was slowly turning into something bolder. Boys were pushing each other against the backs of other boys, trying to get their boners to make contact with the other's butts. Other boys were trying to sandwich other boys.

Then they all stopped and turned to look at me all at once as if they were all part of some collective mind. The next thing I know, they all started shrieking wildly as they ran towards me. I was soon surrounded by wet and soapy naked boys trying to strip my clothes off.

"Whoa, hold on, guys. Hey, wait … stop. No, stop … you guys can't be playing around with me like that," I pleaded as I felt my shorts being pulled down. "You guys – I'm serious. Stop it now."

By now, I was down to just my underwear. My god, I wanted nothing more than to shower with all these horny boys who apparently had just had their first sexual awakenings. Then someone from behind me peeled off my wet underwear and suddenly, everyone quieted down as they all stared. They were all staring at my full erection. Oh boy – I'm in trouble now. And then I almost jumped out of my skin at their sudden outburst.

"Boner! He's got a boner!"

They flung some soap on my body and I could distinctly feel all sixteen little hands gliding their soapy fingers all over me. One boy was bold enough to start lathering my cock and well, all the others just had to take their turn. Again, I remained as motionless as possible and just let myself submerge in all these wonderful sensations. They did not miss a single spot. It's incredible how all this started with one boy peeling off his shirt. Here I thought I had been stuck with a bunch of prudes.

The boy looked up at me again. "It's natural, right Theo? We're all boys, right?"

Oh yeah. You are most definitely and wonderfully all boys.

"I aaah …"

***

Thursday evening

Adrian

We all walked in silence as Nicholas and Theo guided me down the trail with a blindfold on. "Come on guys. How much longer? Will you at least give me a hint?" I asked in a whining voice.

"Sorry Adrian. No hints or it'll ruin the surprise," Nick said as he shifted my direction with his hand on my shoulder. "This way. We're almost there."

Theo started giggling. "Let's just say it was a spur of the moment kind of thing."

Nick burst out laughing. "Oh, that's a good one, Theo," he said as I heard them giving each other a high-five.

"What is that supposed to mean? Why are you guys laughing?" I demanded.

"Patience, my friend. You'll find out in a moment. You're gonna love this surprise. I guarantee it," Nick said, patting my shoulder.

"I better," I grumbled.

"Alright, we're here," Nick said softly. "We're going to step through a door, so be ready to step up when I tell you. Theo, go knock on the door."

I heard Theo run over to the door and deliver some secret knock. Someone from inside unlocked the door and opened it. "Okay, Adrian, step up right here and go through the door," Nick said as he steadied me so I wouldn't fall.

I started sniffing the air. "It smells like horses. We're at the stables, aren't we?"

"Quiet," Theo said with a wide smile. "Just keep walking."

"Okay, stop right there. I'm gonna sit you down on a bale of hay. Just sit there and relax. Theo, you wanna go get Adrian's surprise?"

"Oh yeah. My pleasure," he said, walking away.

"Alright Adrian, you can take off the blinds."

I started looking around, blinking my eyes. "So, we're inside the barn … What happens now?"

"You'll see," Nick said with a smirk.

At the other end of the long barn, Theo stepped out from one of the stables leading a large horse towards us. I stood up in surprise when I noticed a boy sitting on the saddle with a cowboy hat. This boy was leaning his head down so I couldn't see his face. The horse's head obscured the rest.

The boy got off the horse and turned his back to me. Oh my god, he's naked. Well, not completely naked. Beside his cowboy hat, he had a red scarf around his neck, an unbuttoned cowboy vest, a holster belt with toy pistols and a lasso, and cowboy boots with spurs. So that was the inside joke earlier. He stood there with his legs slightly apart, showing us his naked butt while he made an adjustment to his costume. I bet this is Jayden. Who else could it be?

Then some music started playing from Theo's phone.

We've been here too long tryin' to get along

Pretending that you're, oh, so shy

I'm a natural man doin' all I can

My temperature is runnin' high …

Then he turned to look at me over his shoulder and flicked the tip of his hat up to reveal his face.

"What the fuck? Is that Jimmy?" I asked in awe.

I stayed silent as Jimmy turned and walked towards me, trying to match the rhythm of the song 'Do You Wanna Touch Me.' He sat me back down and started dancing around me, brushing his fingers through my hair seductively.

Do you wanna touch? Yeah

Do you wanna touch? Yeah

Do you wanna touch me there?

Where? There, yeah …

Jimmy walked around me and lay down on the bale of hay with his knees up as he gyrated his hips and thrust them up to the music.

Every girl and boy needs a little joy

All you do is sit and stare

Beggin' on my knees, baby won't you please

Run your fingers through' my hair

Watching Jimmy lying there half-naked with his hard, cut cock and a light shade of wispies was maddening. I'm sure none of us had seen this kid naked before and it was evident that Jimmy really enjoyed showing off his body. The promiscuity of this boy had all of us rock hard. He was like a dog in heat. He was in the zone.

Jimmy got on his feet and started stripping off my clothes. When I was completely naked, he walked over to his horse and unhooked his lasso. He twirled it around expertly and managed to lasso me on the first try. This kid was definitely from some cattle ranch. He was a real cowboy in every sense of the word. He made 'come here' signs with his index finger and started pulling me in as the song came to the ending.

Do you wanna touch me there?

My, my, my

Every growing boy needs a little joy

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Begging on my knees, baby if you please

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

He looked up at me with a seductive look. "Howdy, partner. How'd you like to rustle up some young prime beef and sink your lips into a very juicy tenderloin?" he asked in a sexy western drawl. He had the most seductive and melodious voice I had ever heard on a young boy as he started massaging my balls.

"Prime beef, huh? Well, I usually go for choice-cut, but I'm willing to make an exception just for you," I said as I started squeezing his smoking hot ass.

"Really?" he said coyly. "Well, what do you know? I've got your choice-cut right here," he said, grabbing his cut penis. "Besides, I'm well known for my mouthwatering succulence. But you can tenderize me even more if you want, big guy."

"I can feel my mouth watering already," I said, taking a hard swallow.

"After you." He smiled crookedly, as he indicated for me to climb onto the horse. After I made myself comfortable on the saddle, Jimmy climbed up and sat down in front of me. His back was pressing a little hard on my rock-hard boner, but the pleasure waves going through my body far outweighed any discomfort.

Jimmy made some clicking sounds with his mouth and expertly guided the horse around the inside of the barn. He tossed off his cowboy hat, leaned back and snuggled his head next to mine as he pulled my arms around his waist, pretty much inviting me to do whatever I wanted with my hands. I rolled my eyes up in pleasure as I grabbed his juicy tenderloin and started fondling him. He slowly started untying his scarf, undid his holster belt and kicked off his boots. We were both entirely and wonderfully naked.

I looked over at Nick and Theo in awe. "How did you guys …?"

"Hey, don't worry about it," Nick said with a wide smile. "Happy birthday, Adrian."

"Yeah, happy birthday Adrian," added Theo. "And you know what? We're not finished yet. Hey Jimmy, why don't you show Adrian his other surprise."

Jimmy gently guided the horse to the end of the barn. My eyes widened in surprise when I noticed a small tent in one of the horse stables. "Nick, what is this?" I asked a little concerned.

"Adrian, remember when you told me you envied me because I had gotten the rare chance of spending a whole night being intimate with a young boy, all alone, just the two of us making passionate love without any interruptions? You said this is something you've always been wanting to do. Well, here's your chance. And Jimmy says he's totally fine with this. Isn't that right, Jimmy?" Nick asked.

Jimmy reached back with his hand and grabbed my boner. "Does that answer your question?" he asked sensuously.

This was my fantasy that I had told Nick about when we were at the horse stables the other day. I can't believe that son of a bitch pulled it off. I was still feeling a little nervous about all this, especially after that incident with Mrs. Phillips. We were all taking a huge risk just by being here with this naked underage boy like this.

"But Nick, what if somebody comes and catches us? We'll be totally exposed."

"No, you won't," said a disturbingly familiar voice from a distance. I felt my heart pushing up to my throat as I saw Deputy Jensen walking towards us. I thought I was going to faint.

"Nick … w–what the fuck's going on?" I hissed, trying to keep myself from falling off the horse.

"Whoa, easy there, Adrian. Calm down. He's not a deputy anymore. He works for me now. Paul is our new head of security here at the camp. He's gonna be outside the whole night making sure you boys are not disturbed."

"Nick, I … I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. I owe you big time."

"Come on, guys. Let's leave these two lovers to themselves," Theo said as they all filed out the door. With my help, Jimmy managed to turn himself around as we both sat on the saddle face to face with our boners and our lips pressing against each other. This was going to be the best birthday ever.

23 Chapter
Night Shots

Friday Evening

Nicholas

There were several campfires out in the open with campers sitting cross-legged mellowing out, holding long sticks with marshmallows over the flames. I looked across the lake and noticed similar campfires over at the girl's campsite. The mood was tepid but soothing and relaxed. Today was the last day of this session, and tomorrow they would all board their school buses and head on home. Everyone had made the most of their extended stay and had taken advantage of all the extra activities that we had added to their curriculum. They were understandably exhausted.

I turned to Adrian and noticed he was staring intently into the fire. Then I realized what he was actually staring at – or rather at who. Sitting across the fire was Jimmy, who was staring back at him just as intently. It must've been some night for them at the horse stables.

"Psst! Hey Adrian. How'd it go last night? Psst …" I nudged his arm. Adrian finally broke his love-stricken gaze from Jimmy and turned to me.

"Huh? Oh ah, sorry Nick. What'd you say?"

"I said, how did it go last night with Ji… with you know who?"

Adrian gave me a dreamy look. "Oh my God, Nick. I just can't stop thinking about it," he said in a low voice. "It must've been around four o'clock in the morning when we finally fell asleep. We wore each other out. He was amazing. His tanned sweaty golden skin was so soft and those eyes with the freckles and that sexy laugh was so … it was so … and the way he kept dancing in front of me naked with just the boots and the vest and the cowboy hat and the holster with the pistols … mmm, he actually shot me in the mouth with one of his pistols, if you know what I mean," he said with a wink. "And guess what? He's coming back for the last session in a couple of weeks. I'm just gonna have to make sure he stays in my cabin this time."

"Well, based on the kid's smile, it looks like he enjoyed it as much as you did."

"Aaah Nick, I think I'm in love. Hey, thanks again for setting this up for me. It was really special, and I'll never forget it," Adrian said as he went back to staring at Jimmy sitting across the fire.

"You owe me one," I said as I got on my feet to stretch my legs a bit. I walked over to where Max and Frankie were sitting together away from the campfire.

"Hey, guys. Mind if I join you?"

"Of course not. Pop a squat dude," Max chimed with an inviting smile. There was an awkward silence for a moment until Frankie spoke up.

"Hey… Uhm, I just wanted to thank you for respecting my gender identity," he said, looking down.

"What do you mean?" asked Max.

"Well, even after you found out I was a girl, you still treat me as if I'm a guy by referring to me as he or him. And the other guys have been pretty cool with me too." Frankie looked around the campsite in deep thought. "These past two weeks have been so liberating without Mrs. Phillips looking over my shoulders all the time or wondering if I'm being recorded by some camera hidden somewhere.

"I came to Rainbow Spirit to have fun and to find out about myself and to feel free to express how I feel. I wanted to come out as trans so bad, but I was too afraid. In a way, I'm glad that you guys …uhm, forcefully discovered my secret. Now I'm experiencing something that I never expected but wanted so badly. I'm starting to make friends," he said with a hopeful smile. "Nick, the next time I come, will I have to stay in the girl's camp?"

"Do you want to stay in the girl's camp?"

"No," he said with a sigh. "But if I stay with the boys, I'll feel like they'll just be tolerating me, you know?"

"Frankie, let me tell you something – Rainbow Spirit has nothing to do with tolerance. Tolerance is something you might expect out there in schools or around your neighborhood, but inside this camp, it's all about acceptance. Pure and simple. If you identify as a boy, then you get to stay with the boys."

Frankie wiped a tear as Max gave him an encouraging pat on the back. It's hard to believe these two were at each other's throat a few weeks ago.

"Nick, how's Justin doing? When is he coming out of the hospital?" Max asked.

"Well, I spoke to Mr. Phillips yesterday and he said …" I stopped in mid–sentence when I noticed two men walking towards us in the dark with a flashlight. As they got closer, I realized it was Mr. Phillips and an older teen carrying some equipment. Then I saw a shadow stepping up in front of them.

"Justin?" I whispered.

Everyone turned at once. "JUSTIN!" everyone screamed. Oh my god, it's Justin, everybody."

Everyone scrambled over and surrounded him with heartfelt enthusiasm. Boys from the other campfires started approaching as well. After a chorus of cheers and congratulations, the crowd started dispersing back to their campfires. Justin looked a lot better, but he was still walking a little stiff. It was good to see him back on his feet. Despite some light bruising around his eye, he looked as beautiful as ever.

He came up to me and gave me a warm hug. "Welcome back, Justin. We all missed you," I said with a wink.

"Hey, Nick. I Uhm … I missed you too. A lot."

Then Max walked over to him and they embraced each other.

Mr. Phillips and the other gentleman walked up to me. "Nick, I'd like you to meet Anthony. He's a professional photographer from a marketing organization that your dad hired. He's here to take some photos of the camp that their company can use for advertisements and social media and pamphlets and things like that."

"Hey Anthony," I said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, sir. Uhm, with your permission, I'd like just to get as many shots as I can. I know it's a little late, but I wanted to get some night shots before everyone heads back home tomorrow. And right now, it's like the perfect evening, the weather is just perfect and there isn't a cloud in the sky. I'm pretty sure that some of these shots will definitely be part of the final product."

"Well, yes, of course. Be my guest," I said, extending my arm towards the boys.

I regarded Anthony with a growing attraction. He was in his late teens, slightly built with silky black short tussled hair that he combed downward. I caught myself staring at his tight ass under those tight jeans as he walked away. Many of the boys seemed to be staring at him a little longer than expected.

Mr. Phillips walked up to me. "Hey Nick, can I have a word with you in private?"

"Of course," I said as we both walked away for some privacy.

He looked a bit somber. "Listen, I've been speaking with Justin's father and he's still trying to make sense out of everything that went on with Mrs. Phillips. He's still pretty distraught over his wife being charged with the attempted murder of his only son and the possibility that she'll be spending the rest of her life in prison."

"My god," I said a little distractedly, as I noticed Anthony instructing the boys to act naturally as he took some photoshoots. "I ahh … I can imagine how confused he must be feeling. It's gonna be really awkward for both of them when Justin gets home, isn't it? Poor kid."

"Exactly. This is why I've decided that Justin's not ready to go home just yet, so I wanted to ask you for a favor."

"You want him to stay here with me?" I asked, hopefully. "I have to stay here to get ready for the next session so that I can look after him."

"No, no, I don't want to burden you," he said, shaking his head. "I'm taking him home with me. What I wanted to ask you was if you would allow him to come in for the next session."

I looked at Mr. Phillips, scratching my head. I took another peek at Anthony and noticed a kind of familiar expression on his face while he was talking to the boys and taking their pictures. "Uhm … yeah, why wouldn't I allow him to come back?"

"Well, because of his injuries. It would be a big legal liability for you and your dad, and I was hoping you two could make an exception for him. The next session starts in two weeks and the session is two weeks long – that gives me a whole month to smooth things over with my son. Hopefully, by then, the dust settles down enough for Justin to be able to go back home with his father."

"Well, of course, he can come back. No problem at all."

"Thank you, Nick. I really appreciate it. It's gonna be hard on Justin being bounced around like this. The next two weeks are gonna be pretty hectic with everything that's been going on. I'm gonna be traveling a lot, but Justin's already old enough to stay in the house by himself. He's gonna be pretty bored, but I'm afraid it can't be helped."

By now, Anthony had many of the boys laughing. He seemed to have a certain charisma with the boys and had apparently established an instant rapport with them. I noticed him taking shots of some boys who were sitting with their knees up and their legs wide open. The way he placed his hand on some of the boy's shoulders seemed a little too affectionate, especially with Justin and Max. Then I noticed Mr. Phillips staring at me.

"Nicholas?" he prompted.

"Oh, Uhm, sorry sir. Look, that is exactly why I think Justin should stay here with me. Starting on Monday, we'll have a maintenance crew coming in and the Medical Cabin will have a couple of certified nurses on duty, so I'll have plenty of time to look after him. No offense, sir, but he'll be looked after a lot more here than if he's with you. What if he slips in the shower or something happens while you're gone? Who is he gonna call?"

Mr. Phillips looked pensive for a moment and finally shook his head. "No, I can't let him stay. Justin is my responsibility now. I already fucked up once when I left him here with that woman even after I found out she was abusing him." he retorted. This was the first time I had heard him cuss like that. "This is all my fault."

"But sir …"

"I really appreciate the offer Nick. Please don't take this personally because I know you mean well, but the answer is still no," he said flatly. "We'll be leaving early tomorrow morning. By the way, I've moved all of my stuff out of my cabin. You're free to move in whenever you like. We'll um … we'll see you in two weeks."

"Sir, can't he at least stay with his group in our cabin overnight?"

"Not with all the horsing around that usually goes on. I'm sorry Nick, but it'll be too risky for him."

"I understand sir," I said with disappointment.

"Anthony's going to be staying overnight if that's okay with you. He wants to take some photos tomorrow morning of the kids leaving and some more shots after everyone's gone. Adrian has already invited him to stay at his cabin. Well, you have a good evening Nick." We shook hands and he walked away.

Anthony was still taking some more shots of Justin and Max from different angles. Mr. Phillips gently pulled Justin away from Max and they started walking off into the darkness. Justin looked back over his shoulder, looking so sad. Max waved goodbye, looking so depressed. It was heartbreaking. I had already accepted the fact that I would probably never see him again. And now, I've just started to realize how much I really miss him. The next two weeks were going to seem like forever.

Chapter 24
Artistic Nudity

Early Saturday morning.

Nicholas

It was a crisp morning prompting me to wear a light jacket. All the buses were lined up with all the boys and girls loaded up, waiting for my signal to depart. It had been less chaotic and less depressing than the last time we did this two weeks ago. All the kids were a lot more cheerful this time around.

I looked around the empty campsite and saw some dark clouds morphing out of the horizon. At least today, the rain won't be ruining anyone's day. I checked the roster to make sure everyone was accounted for. But … there was something missing. I looked at the kids inside the buses and I finally realized I hadn't seen Max. I don't even remember crossing off his name. I double-checked the roster to see if I had missed him somehow. But he wasn't on here. How come he wasn't on the list. I quickly jogged over to where the other counselors were.

"Hey, have any of you seen Max? He's not on the roster and the last time I saw him was when we left the cabin this morning."

"Hold on, let me check," Adrian said, looking over the pages on his clipboard. "Ah, here he is. He's on the pick-up list. His parents picked him up this morning."

"Oh, okay. Well, that explains it," I said a little disappointed that he hadn't said goodbye. "Okay, everyone double-check your lists. We have to be absolutely certain no one is left behind."

After getting everyone's assurance, I picked up my radio to address the bus drivers. "This is Nicholas. Everyone is accounted for. You are clear to depart. Safe travels, everyone."

All the buses started closing their doors and began filing out of the parking lot. We all started laughing at some of the boys on the last bus, who started mooning us through the back door. Seeing their butts and their little nut sacks through their legs still triggered some pretty intense arousals. I better get a refill on my prescriptions before next week.

***

I turned to the counselors and brought everyone together. "I'll make this short and sweet. I want to thank all of you for a phenomenal job. You all enjoy your week off," I said as I shook everyone's hand. Everyone started dispersing towards their own vehicles, expect Adrian.

"So, what are you gonna do now?" asked Adrian putting his hand on my shoulder. "Except for the guard at the entrance, you're gonna be the only one left in the whole camp.

"Yeah, well, I've got a long to-do list the length of my arm."

"But how many of them can you do on your own?" Adrian looked around for a moment. "Listen, before I go, Mr. Phillips wanted me to give you a message. He said he left something for you at his cabin that he just vacated for you."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Well, I'd have to show you. Come on; it'll only take a minute."

As we headed towards my new official personal cabin, we could hear thunder in the distance and it slowly started to rain. Then I stopped when I thought I heard some shouting in the distance. "Did you hear that," I asked Adrian.

"Hear what?"

We're the only ones here. I must be imagining things. "Never mind," I said as I started walking faster. "Let's hurry before we get completely soaked." Then I heard it again. Not only could I hear some shouting, but it also sounded like someone was laughing out loud. As we started approaching the cabin, I froze when I noticed some movement in my new cabin through the window. "Hey, someone's inside."

We sneaked over to the window under the porch and took a peek inside. And then I froze with my mouth open in surprise. "What the fuck?" Justin and Max were in the living room area and Anthony was in there with them taking pictures. The boy's clothes were all wet, which indicated they were probably running around outside in the rain.

Adrian looked at me with a wide grin. "Surprise," he said softly.

"Adrian, what's going on?" I asked in awe.

"I got up extra early in the morning and went to talk to Mr. Phillips. I convinced him to let Justin stay with you."

"And he agreed? How in the world did you manage that?"

"What can I say? I can be very persuasive."

"And what about Max?"

"That was Justin's doing. He pleaded with Mr. Phillips to call Max's parents and got their permission to let him stay to keep Justin company."

"Adrian, wow – thank you so much," I said, giving him a hug.

"Hey, I owed you one, remember? By the way, you know all those hidden camcorders that we took down off the trees? They're all stored in his closet." Adrian said with a wink. "Y'all have fun, you hear?" Adrian drawled as he ran off in the rain.

I looked through the window and noticed Anthony talking to the boys, but it was hard to hear what he was saying with the rain. Then Justin and Max started taking off their shirts. I noticed that Justin had a small patch over his wound on the side of his stomach. Anthony kept talking to them, and then the boys started unbuttoning their jeans and pulling them down. What the fuck does Anthony think he's doing? This has gone far enough. I walked over to the door and opened it up just a crack before barging in, and then I realized what was really going on when I heard Anthony pleading with the boys.

"Hey, whoa – what are you guys doing? Put your pants back on and your shirts too. No, no, no – don't take off your shoes. Guys, come on!" Anthony pleaded in exasperation as the boys kept stripping with giggles and laughter. But then he started taking more photos when the boys posed for him in their tenting boxer briefs with their pants down to their ankles. "You're gonna get me in trouble," Anthony said, laughing as he kept clicking away with the camera.

That's when I decided to walk in. The look of sheer terror on Anthony's face when he saw me was classic. "Sir, I was … Mr. Phillips called me in and … I was just taking some innocent pictures when they started to – I told them to stop, but they …"

The poor guy was stammering so incoherently that I started laughing. Justin and Max turned to me and their faces just lit up. "Nick!" they both shouted. They started hopping towards me with their pants still down and surrounded me with excitement.

Justin pulled my head down to whisper in my ear. "Don't get mad at Anthony. We were just teasing him. He had nothing to do with this. It's just that he is so …"

"Nick, the dude's so fucking hot, don't you think?" Max whispered in my other ear.

I looked at Anthony, who kept staring at me like a deer in the headlights. "It's all right, Anthony. The boys said they were just trying to tease you."

"Sir, I'm sorry. I should've just walked out when they …"

"Hey, relax. We're all good, okay? And call me Nick.

The boys finished kicking off their pants and ran out the door in their briefs, chasing after each other. Anthony and I walked out to the porch to see them flinging mud at each other with the same laughter that I had heard earlier. I noticed Anthony had his hands clasped over his bulge under his pants as he observed their playfulness with interest. Ever since I saw how he was interacting with the boys last night, I could tell he was someone who appreciated the beauty of boys. And I agreed with what they had whispered in my ear. He was fucking hot. I decided to give the guy some latitude.

"Hey, you're getting paid to come here and take some pictures, right? So, start taking pictures."

Anthony looked at me with a guarded expression as if this was some kind of test. "But… Uhm… wouldn't those shots be considered – you know – kind of inappropriate?"

"It's okay. Take as many photos as you want. No matter what these boys decide to do, you keep clicking away."

Anthony just stared at me and hesitated. "Well, what if they start pulling down their… Uhm …"

"You keep clicking away," I repeated staring back at him.

Anthony took a quick glance at my own bulge. "Hey, you're the boss," he said with a knowing smile as he turned his attention back to the boys in their wet underwear.

By now, the boys had managed to pull each other's underwear down to just below the waist as they chased each other around. They were almost wholly splattered with mud. I could tell Max was mindful of Justin's injuries by not being too rough with him. Apparently, Justin wasn't wearing his jockstrap this morning.

I took a glance at Anthony and I almost burst out laughing. He was frozen in awe at this boner-popping spectacle unfolding before us. Yup, he must've noticed Justin's abominable giant penis bouncing around all over the place. Even though Anthony was a young boy enthusiast, it seemed like he wasn't used to these kinds of blatant displays of boy nudity. I became mesmerized as I felt my sexual juices becoming almost overpowering.

"Hey, why did you stop? Keep taking more pictures," I insisted.

Anthony looked aghast. "Y… you want me to take pictures of them like that? But … but won't they get mad?"

"No, they won't. Hurry," I said, turning him around towards the boys.

Anthony shrugged his shoulders and started burst-shooting with excitement. The boys noticed Anthony taking pictures of them. They kicked off their muddy underwear and started posing in front of him with wide, crooked smiles as they touched the tip of their boners together.

"See? They don't mind you taking pictures of them naked."

"My God," Anthony remarked. "Is that thing for real?" he asked, staring at Justin's boner.

"Oh, yeah. You could choke on that thing."

Anthony started feeling more at ease as he kept clicking away. The boys were standing with their faces up to the sky and arms raised up high, letting the rain rinse the mud off their exquisite naked bodies. I discreetly started rubbing on my boner as I felt a wave of boy lust flowing through my extremities. Oh god, I loved that feeling.

"Nick, you know this stuff is illegal, right?" Anthony said, not taking his eyes off the boys.

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far. This is artistic nudity; this is naturism; this is boys being boys; this is …"

"Not with those raging boners, they're not. I can't have these pictures with me on my way back. What if I get stopped by state troopers and they search my car? I'll be toast. I'm gonna have to delete these."

"No, you don't have to do that. Listen, just leave the memory card with me. I'll go over the pictures and crop the nudity parts out. Then I'll send them to you on an encrypted email."

Anthony thought for a moment. "Yeah, okay. I think that'll work." He looked back at the boys. "Hey… Uhm, it looks like Justin's patch fell off with the rain. He should get a fresh one put on him before it gets infected."

"Yeah, you're right. There's a big First Aid Kit in the bathroom."

"Listen, I'm actually taking pre-med at school and I … I can take a look at it if … you know, if … if you don't mind," he said, almost stammering trying to act casual.

"Well, sure. I think that would be an excellent idea," I said with a knowing smile.

We brought the boys in and led them to the restroom as we walked behind them, admiring their round butts as their cheeks shifted around sumptuously. There First Aid Kit was attached to the wall. Anthony grabbed a few items as both boys stood leaning against the sink, looking sexy as hell. Anthony knelt down in front of Justin and took a hard swallow at the sight of his boner pointing straight at his face as he applied some antiseptic and started putting on a fresh patch over his wound. Anthony tried scooting to the side, but Justin kept positioning his fully erected penis towards Anthony's face, getting really close to his mouth.

Anthony looked up at me and I just nodded my head with a smile. He gingerly wrapped his hand around Justin's boner and started massaging it gently. "My God, I can't believe I'm doing this," he moaned. "I've never seen anything so big on such a young boy." Justin thrust his waist forward, causing his boner to touch Anthony's mouth.

"Oh my god … oh my god …" Anthony kept repeating until he opened his mouth wide and started giving Justin a most anticipated blowjob.

Max looked at me salaciously. "Well? What are you waiting for?" he said, thrusting his own boner at me. I knelt down and just stared at his crotch. His nut sack was nicely developed. His V-line was perfect. He pulled his foreskin back, exposing the slit at the tip of his glans. His slightly curved erection was more than perfection.

"Just waiting for your permission," I said, looking up at him.

"I thought that was obvious," he said, looking down at me with lust. Watching him play with his nipples with his wet curly hair made him look so erotic as he opened up his legs a little wider. His body was so fucking hot that it seemed like I was seeing him naked for the very first time.

Even though I was fully aroused, I no longer felt the overpowering effects I've felt in the past. I was more in control. I started pulling down his boner with my finger and watching it bounce up and down. It was almost liberating as I allowed myself to fully enjoy these arousals without worrying about losing control anymore or worrying about taking my pills. I was completely conscious of how far I could go with this young naked dream boy offering me his boner for a blowjob. I kept jiggling his balls and playing with his dick, knowing that I could stop myself anytime. I was now in control of my sexual impulses, instead of my impulses being in control of me. Somehow, I knew that as of this very moment, I was cured. I was convinced that I was no longer a sex addict.

I looked over at Anthony and saw he was lost in lust as he sucked and slurped and marinated every single part of Justin's boner, apparently deciding that his medical ministrations could wait. I decided to join the party and wrapped my lips around the grand prize that Max had presented to me.

Then the next thing we know, we were all naked on the sofa, each of us enjoying our very first group sex experience. There were no rules to the sexual madness as we kept passing each other around. I had distinct and memorable experiences with each of them. Justin brought back many flashbacks of our first night having sex. Anthony was surprisingly enjoyable, considering he was an adult. It must be his boyish looks and the fact that he looked much younger than his age.

But Max – he was just amazing. I can't believe I was actually having sex with him for the very first time. I kept going back to that strip dance performance he did with Jayden and feeling all those desperate sexual desires for him. I kept kicking myself for not volunteering to put a condom on him when I had the chance. Now, I couldn't get enough of him. Even though he was as inexperienced as Justin, he had a very short learning curve when it came to sucking my dick.

I was the first one to orgasm. I just leaned back against the edge of the sofa, stimulating myself as I watched Anthony jerking Justin's giant boner while Max massaged his balls until a rope of cum shot up to his chin. Justin and I just sat at each end of the sofa staring at each other as Anthony and Max went at it together until they too shot their own load onto each other. I can't believe I'm gonna get to spend two whole weeks alone with these two young boys. Just thinking about all the possibilities was making me hard again.

Later that evening I was sitting on the sofa reviewing all the photos that Anthony had taken. There were tons of them on the memory card he had left for me before he left. There were some pretty good ones that would make great additions to the website and the flyers and brochures. But there was one particular photo that I was focusing on and that I had just fallen in love with. It was the photo shot of Justin and Max posing with splotches of mud on their bodies and on their hair with their hands raised in the air. It was like the perfect shot.

This could be like the opening picture on our website. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this shot right here could actually be part of our logo that the marketing firm was working on. We could put this everywhere: at the entrances, on posters at schools, on TV commercials – everywhere. Justin and Max could literally be the new poster children of this camp.

But there was only one problem. They were both completely naked and sporting prominent erections, especially Justin. If this is going to work, I'm just gonna have to crop the picture from the waist down. Damn. It just won't have the same effect since most of the mud is on the lower parts of their bodies. And there was just no way of recreating this photo shot with them covered up. I just kept staring at the photo for a long time, trying to figure something out.

That's when Justin and Max came out of the bedroom after spending some alone time with each other. They headed over to the kitchen to get some snacks. They were shirtless and wearing some cutoff short jeans that were sagging enough to show their butt cracks. I realized with arousal that they weren't wearing any underwear. They walked up behind me and saw the photo I was looking at. I explained to them my thoughts about wanting to use this photo for our company logo without getting arrested.

"Ooooh. It looks like we could both be rising stars, wouldn't you say Justin?" Max said sarcastically with a laugh.

"Don't you mean rising members?" Justin remarked with a smirk.

"Here, let me look for something," Max said as he came around and sat on my lap. He grabbed my laptop and started clicking away as I leaned forward and distracted myself by smelling his hair and taking a whiff of his bare shoulder.

And then I saw what he was looking at on the screen. "Oh my god. Max, you're a genius. This is perfect."

Max leaned back against me and unbuttoned his shorts, revealing his short pubic wisps. "Don't I deserve a reward?" he asked sexily as he grabbed my hand and cupped it over his hardening cock.

Not wanting to be left out, Justin came around, wiggled his hips until his shorts fell off and straddled his legs around Max. And I'm gonna be spending two whole weeks alone with these two young sex maniacs?

Oh, the possibilities.

Epilogue

One year later

Nicholas

I was standing at the entrance greeting all the new arrivals. Boys were lined up on the left and the girls lined up on the right as each of them walked up to the tables to get their assigned cabins and all the information they needed. This was the Grand Opening of the newly remodeled summer camp and all the kids were just bursting with energy for the simple fact that they would be the first ones to explore all the new improvements.

I could see my dad in the distance talking to sponsors and making appearances for the media. The marketing firm we had hired had flooded the whole region with posters, brochures, TV commercials, web ads and promotional videos. We also had a lot of sponsors who were generously providing assistance to underprivileged kids who wanted to be part of our camp.

In addition to bringing in new equipment and more modern entertainment, we had hired some experts to come in and redecorate the camp to give it a feel and a flavor that was more in the spirit of the LGBT community. But none of their ideas appealed to my dad and me. So, we started a contest where the kids would write essays about their experiences at this camp and the winners were awarded a paid trip to come over here with their parents and help transform this place in their image. Who better than the campers themselves to make this place look and feel more authentic?

I looked over at Anthony, who was also greeting all the newcomers with enthusiasm. He and I had been spending a lot of time together during the winter break and started dating each other. Our relationship grew and we came to a point where we decided to move in together and we were now very much in love.

After all the kids had been ushered out to begin their opening tour of the camp, I was standing in front of the brand-new photo logo on the wall inside a window display. We had received high praise for our new logo design. The designers had taken the male and female symbols and rearranged their properties. There were four circles interconnected with each other with arrows and plus signs joined together representing male-male, female-female, male-female, and the fourth was rainbow-colored representing gender neutrality.

I was staring at the poster and admiring the perfect poses of Justin and Max standing shirtless with their hands in the air splattered with mud. I was flooded with memories of all the debaucherously sinful sexual games I had the pleasure of indulging with these boys for those two glorious weeks last summer. They were insatiable and they literally took my breath away.

I had heard from Mr. Phillips that Justin and his father were making good progress in improving their relationship. Mrs. Phillips had been convicted of attempted murder and had been given a harsh sentence. I had also been told that Justin and Max had become best friends and were now inseparable.

I felt Anthony come up from behind and affectionately wrapped his arms around me. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I caressed his arms and kept staring at the photo. "I'm just thinking how great this photo came out. You got like the perfect shot of them."

"Well, you did a pretty good job of photoshopping those jean shorts over their raging boners."

"Yeah, Max was the one who gave me the idea. I was also able to get rid of Justin's black eye. It sure took me a while to get it just right."

"Mmm … those boys were delicious. And no one will ever know that they're actually looking at an X-rated picture of these two. I get horny just thinking about it. I'm sure glad you kept all the original photos," Anthony said, snuggling into me.

"I know, right? How many times have we jerked off to all those naked pictures of them?"

We heard a car approaching. "Well, speak of the little devils," Anthony said with a wide smile as we saw Mr. Phillips driving up to the curb. Then his eyes widened. "Nick – would you look at that. Oh my god. They are smoking hot!"

Both Justin and Max had some makeup on that made them look really sexy. It wasn't overly done or excessive in any way. It was a mixture of light complementary colors that naturally accentuated their natural beauty. Justin had maintained his short spiky hair and Max had shortened his wavy locks. Anthony was right. They looked hotter than they did last year. They were a year older and they had matured quite well. I was starting to get a rise just looking at them.

The boys stepped out of the vehicle and practically tackled us with tight hugs. They turned and waved to Mr. Phillips as he drove off. They looked at themselves on the poster for the first time. They had been handsomely compensated for selling us the rights to use their pictures and were elated about their new celebrity status.

"Hmm, it doesn't look like the same picture Anthony took of us," Max said as he stared at the poster.

"Yeah, I don't remember wearing those shorts," Justin added. "The way I remember it, we were both totally naaay-keeed," he said, emphasizing the word.

"And we had giant b o n – e r s," Max said, imitating like he was holding his boner.

"Let's remind them how we really looked," Justin said as he started unbuttoning his shirt while Max opened up his jeans and pulled down his zipper.

"Hey wait! What are you guys think you're doing!" I exclaimed in alarm.

The boys just burst out laughing. Justin pulled out some cards from his pocket and handed them to Anthony and me. I looked at the card and read the handwritten message in red ink.

Coupon is valid for one free exclusive member package.

100% off on all clothing

Can be combined with any other offer

Expiration Date: Never

"Member package of what?" Anthony asked, looking confused.

"Well, Uhm, if you let us come over to your cabin for a sleepover tonight, we can explain all the privileges and benefits in detail," Max said, rubbing his penis with his hand inside his pocket.

Justin sauntered over to me and wrapped his arms around my neck. "I'll even bring a bag of popcorn," he whispered salaciously.

I closed my eyes and drank in that familiar distinct smell of his body with anticipation. It's hard to believe that this sweet angel had suffered so much from all the bullying from his fellow campers and from the abuse and manipulations of his stepmom. He had become so withdrawn and insecure and so, so afraid. And now look at him. There was a new aura of confidence and exuberance about him. He looked joyful. He looked happy. I was so proud of him.

"I don't think we'll be needing a whole bag of that popcorn," I whispered back.

"Oh, that won't be the only thing popping tonight."

"Well, you boys must've already turned up the heat because it seems like we're popping already."

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be a lot more fun if you let it pop in your mouth?"

I swallowed hard. He still had that effect on me. "Yes, it would be more enjoyable."

Justin and Max wrapped their arms around each other and headed for the entrance. "See you boys tonight."

Anthony stood next to me as we admired their tightfitting shorts as they walked away. "What just happened? Did they just invite themselves to our cabin for a night of wild sex?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, looking at the coupon. "It looks like the boys will be on sale tonight."

"One hundred percent off, huh? Mmm, mmm, mmm. I can't wait to get a piece of that again."

I looked up at the newly erected metal arch at the entrance. Not only had we remodeled most of the camp, but we had also christened the name of the camp with a new design. I had suggested to my dad that we rename it to The Rising Members Summer Camp, but he flatly rejected the idea. He wasn't stupid and probably realized that some people might misinterpret the play of words. If he only knew that I had used an X-rated photo in disguise as part of our new logo. Ah, the wonders of technology. So, The Rainbow Spirit Camp would live on.

I looked down at the coupon Justin had given me and had to fight a surge of arousals. I couldn't wait for tonight.

Rising members indeed.

The End