Chapter 1

Normally, this is where you would read some whining piece of shit complaining about having to go to summer camp… Elliot did not get it. Summer camp was AWESOME!

He had always loved going to camp. At first, his parents used to send him to some camp just outside of town, with some kind of cabins. It was basically a huge sleepover party. He thought he was about eight or nine at the time. Okay, he had to admit, he had had the sniffles as mom closed the car door and drove away. But after a game where you had to run around to collect things for an epic chocolate milk with marshmallows, everything was soon forgotten.

Elliot's thirteen now. A proper teenager. He did not go to the silly 'sleepover' camps any more. No, he got to do the real thing, and he didn't even have to be a scout! This was the third year he got to go to Camp Greenfields. Everyone got to stay in real tents. You could bring your own, or use one of the Camp's tents. Elliot had been really lucky this year. His birthday was in April and he got the best tent ever from his grandparents! They always loved hearing him go on and on about all the adventures he had on camp. Well, he didn't tell them ALL the adventures, but they do know Elliot really loved going.

So, Elliot had this tent now that had three compartments. It has a front part, where he could leave his shoes and stuff. He could even set up a small chair in there. Then there was a sleeping cabin, and behind that, he had a separate space for storing bags and stuff. It should fit two people. That's what it had said on the packaging. But they would have to be rather tiny people, he guessed. It fit him comfortably though.

He got there a day early. His parents had called ahead, and the camp leaders had told them that that would not be an issue, but he should not expect any special activities before the rest of the campers came in. That was not a problem to Elliot, it gave him the chance to find the best place for his tent and set up early.

It was a bit weird. Camp Greenfields was a credit to its name, it had a few gorgeous green fields. Some slightly sloping against a hill and one at the bottom of the hill that was nice and flat with freshly trimmed grass. Only a minute's walk from the shower and toilet building. All in all, Elliot had soon found a perfect spot for his tent in the bottom field, just a short walk from the toilets and still far enough away from all the communal stuff or camp leaders.

Everyone who has ever gone camping probably knows that setting up a tent for the first time is never easy. It doesn't make it much easier when you are not very tall, not even for a thirteen-year-old. Elliot often got mistaken for eleven or twelve because he was rather small. He considered himself a proper teen though, he had hit puberty and all. He had even already found some whispies and, he could, you know, cum. Well, it got wet, it didn't get all messy yet like some of his older friends had told him about. But hey, he was proud of it! And practice makes perfect, right?

Okay, I was telling you about the trouble Elliot was having setting up his tent. First, it was HOT. The sun was beaming down, and he felt like he was in a chicken rotisserie. He had already ditched his shirt, and he was actually working up a bit of a sweat. Secondly, all the poles in his tent seemed to be designed for people with arms much longer than him. He could get one end in a clip, but as soon as he moved to the other end, the first one would jump out on him. After to-ing and fro-ing for a while, one of the camp leaders came over.

"Hi, I'm David," he introduced himself.

Elliot looked at him and had to squeeze his eyes a bit shut because he was looking at him with the sun right behind him. He was one of the younger camp leaders, probably still in training. Elliot guessed he was around twenty, and he was dressed like a scout, without all the buttons and stuff. The handkerchief around his neck looked really nice on him, though. He was wearing shorts and Elliot could see tiny dark hairs on his legs, going all the way up into the loose-fitting leg holes.

He quickly caught himself as he must have been staring. "Ehm, hi David, I'm Elliot," he told him. "I'm here a day early."

"That's what I had heard. And I can see you have already found how difficult it is to set up a tent without any fellow campers to lend a hand," David said, looking at the mess of tent poles and fabric were strewn around on the grass. "Would you like me to give you a hand?"

As Elliot was sitting down in the grass, he decided to take David up literally on his offer and stretched out his hand. He found that David had very soft hands, but a strong grip, and was lifted off the ground quickly.

"I'd really appreciate that, I seem to be getting bested by my tent here," Elliot said, grinning.

"Well, I wasn't going to say, but I've been watching you at it for like twenty minutes, and the other camp leaders were already discussing bets on how long it would take you," he said.

Now that Elliot was standing as well, he could see that he had a really nice smile. Dimples. Dimples were a thing for him. And blue eyes with dark blonde hair.

He quickly grabbed a pole and explained what he thought needed to happen to get the tent together. They both studied the chart that explained in what order everything had to be setup. They were holding the map together, and Elliot could feel David's hand on his at one point. Soft as they were, they were very hot, and it felt almost electrical to feel David's hand on his. He kept it there for a while as well, even though Elliot was perfectly capable of holding a piece of paper himself. Not that he was complaining, he was already thinking of David as rather cute. For a twenty-year-old, that is. Elliot wasn't too picky.

Oh yes, in case you had not yet caught on, Elliot was into guys. And boys. Not too much into girls. He had had a girlfriend for like two months. They had kissed, even fooled around a bit, but it wasn't really his thing. When she moved away out of town because of her parents, he almost felt a bit ashamed that he felt it was an easy exit out of a kind of relationship thing that he wasn't very comfortable with any more.

The frame was up in less than ten minutes, and the rest was basically draping the big tarp over the top and hooking up the inner tent parts on the corresponding loops. David crawled with Elliot inside the tent for the last part, and Elliot really enjoyed bumping in to him all the time. He was getting a bit uncomfortable though as he noticed his shorts started tenting as much as, well, his tent. Elliot knew he liked boys, but he was not 'out' to anyone, or trying to be in anyone's face. To be honest, he thought he was a bit shy.

Not paying attention and being too focused on getting the tent ready, Elliot was on his back in the sleeping cabin, hooking up the last loops on the tent poles as David turned around and stuck his head into the sleeping section. Apparently, Elliot was treating David to quite a show, as David couldn't help but snicker a bit. Elliot looked down at him and immediately noticed the rather obvious boner in his own shorts. He quickly tried to cover himself with his hands, but, obviously, the damage had already been done.

"No worries, big guy," David laughed. "Happens to us all." He looked around the tent and noticed things were pretty much in order, "I guess you're pretty much done, I'll leave you to take care of, well, the rest."

Elliot was afraid David had not been talking about getting the tent ready any more. The big fat wink he gave him told him otherwise. He turned red like a beet. David was already pretty much out of the tent before he managed to get out a thank-you. David slapped the tent in acknowledgement and wandered off.

Trouble is, when you're thirteen, hot, hormones raging and perhaps a bit frustrated, it only takes a mere suggestion, and you literally NEED to wank. Elliot's bags were already in the tent. Not yet stowed where they should be, but close enough for him to quickly grab his spare roll of toilet paper. He tore off a couple of sheets, way more than he'd probably need. He unbuckled his shorts, pushed them down and lay back in the sleeping cabin. The floor was hard and uncomfortable, as he had not yet inflated his bed. No worries, when the mood hits you, the mood hits you!

He was already rock hard, four ½ inches[11.5 cm] according to his last measurement. He had an uncut dick. Which was a bit of an oddity, as he had seen in the showers at school. But, it did make for an easy wank. He liked lotion, but he didn't really need it if he was in a hurry. And he was in a hurry. He got a good grip and immediately imagined what David's soft hands would have felt like. He started a slow jerk, and he quickly felt the tingles gathering all over his body. After only stroking for a minute or so, he must have been really desperate, the tingles gathered and combined in his groin. The pressure was building and with a shudder and a gasp, he released two good drops of clear cum. He relaxed, his butt rested on the ground again, and the dampness on his stomach started turning cold. He quickly wiped it away and was just about to pull up his shorts as he heard the zip of his tent open back up. David's head poked back in his tent, just as he was buttoning up. Elliot was not sure if David still saw a bit of his dick, or if he had been quick enough.

David only needed a second to understand that he had had a very unfortunate timing. Or rather, you could also consider it a very fortunate timing. The tent had suddenly accumulated a very distinct sweaty odour, and it seemed like young Elliot was the kind of boy that preferred to go commando in his shorts. He had glimpsed just a bit of dick getting tucked in behind a button.

"Oh, wow, sorry," David excused himself, as he truly had not intended to catch Elliot in the act, "I was only kidding just now."

Probably not the smartest thing David could have said, Elliot immediately understood that David knew full well what had just transpired. It was the second time in under half an hour that he turned beet red. "I was… I ehm… I needed to…" Elliot tried, but he couldn't think of a good excuse all of a sudden.

"Shit, mate, don't worry." David said quickly. "Oh, shit. No, forget that, we have just had an instruction that we need to keep in mind not to swear around campers. I'm sorry," David got almost as flustered as Elliot. "It's okay, it's your tent, I should have knocked. If you needed to rub one out, that's perfectly okay. Again, I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I'm still getting used to all of this."

To Elliot's amusement, David seemed to be getting more distraught than Elliot himself. Which actually calmed himself immediately. So what if David knew what he did. All his friends did it too. Well, some 'claimed' not to, but they were just full of it. Everybody did it. David probably did it too. "It's okay, I guess," Elliot said, "Good thing you didn't come in a few minutes earlier," he grinned.

"Oh god, no," David exclaimed. "I'd be in so much trouble! I'm here as a trainee. Imagine getting caught in a tent with you wanking even before camp has actually started! I'd be fired before things actually started going!"

Elliot understood David's worries now, he was afraid he'd tell on him not keeping the camper's privacy in mind. He could see how that could get blown up to huge problems for David. He did not want David to worry like that, he was too nice a guy for that. "Don't get yourself all worked up, I'm not going to tell anyone. Just, next time, knock, or ask or something," he laughed, "or check if the tent is shaking."

David visibly relaxed, as he felt he was off the hook. "Okay, actually, I wanted to check if I had left my handkerchief in your tent. It's gone."

Elliot thought for a moment and looked around. First, he noticed his wad of toilet paper still lying on the floor, awkward. But getting rid of it now would just call attention to it. David had not been in the back of the tent, so, if it wasn't in there, it should be in the front part.

He helped David search, and below the bag that the tent had been in they found David's handkerchief. With David on his knees right next to him, Elliot suddenly made a bold move. He took the handkerchief and tied it carefully around David's neck. To get the knot in behind his neck, he basically had to hug David, and he was very aware that he was still not wearing his shirt. Except for his shorts, he was pretty much naked. He almost couldn't believe it, but he felt himself getting hard, again! No, he was not going to give in. It would just have to behave.

With the knot tied, he couldn't resist, and he actually pulled David in for the last few centimeters into an actual hug. "Thank you," he said.

David was caught off guard for a second, but then he leaned in and accepted the hug. "Not sure what you're thanking me for, but you're welcome, little guy!"

"Hey, you told me I'm a big guy earlier!" Elliot said, trying to sound offended.

Being reminded of the scene earlier, David couldn't help but glance down. Seriously, the boy was hard, again!? "Ehm, okay, I see you're still a big boy," he laughed.

Elliot looked down. Shit, never mind, he was apparently still not the master of his own body. Thank you hormones!

Still laughing, Elliot heard David walking off, probably back to where the other camp leaders were.

Chapter 2

Elliot continued putting his tent in order. Bags in the back compartment, and he inflated his big air mattress. It was pretty much a king-size mattress, but it fit just right in his two-person sleeping compartment. He would have so much room to move around. Which probably was a good thing, Elliot was a bit of an active sleeper.

When everything was in place, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to disappear behind the hills, bringing a bit of a chill into the air. He pulled on his shirt and wandered off to the communal area with the fire pits, toilets and shower cabins.

Looking around, he could see six large fire pits with grills over them. To the right he could see the camp leader's building and just across the field with the fireplaces were the toilets and the showers. The cooking area was clear of grass and was basically hard compacted clay. No risk of fire spreading. One of the fire pits already had a fire going, and he saw David and some other camp leaders sitting on a couple of logs next to it.

"Elliot!" David waved him over. "Come sit, we're about to get dinner going."

Elliot went over to David, pulled up a log and sat next to him. Happy to already have a familiar face amongst the strangers. Wait, the old guy, he had been here last year as well. He must be one of the regulars.

"Everyone, this is our early bird, Elliot," David introduced him. Going from left to right, David introduced the other people to him. "Elliot, this is Hugo, you may know him from last year. Then we have Jennifer, Scott and Blake. We five are the camp leaders this year. You may also see Mr. Green at some point, he is the owner and caretaker of the camp. But he won't be in today or tomorrow."

Elliot gave a bit of an awkward wave to everyone to say hi. He looked on the grill and saw some burgers grilling. His stomach was apparently very appreciative of what was coming and let it be known with a loud rumble.

David looked at Elliot in amazement, "Hold your horses, dinner will be ready in ten minutes!"

Sheepishly, Elliot looked back at David, "Sorry, I skipped lunch I guess, working on the tent and all."

"Oh yes, I can see how you would work up an appetite with that. You have been so busy!" David laughed.

Elliot hit David on the shoulder with his fist. He knew full well that David was not referring just to setting up the tent. He sure seemed to like playing with fire. Two could play that game.

"Just make sure you don't lose any of them burgers, just like you lost your handkerchief in my tent!" Elliot stuck out his tongue at David with that.

Hugo laughed, and he sounded like Santa Claus had arrived in the wrong season. Now that Elliot thought of it, Hugo kind of reminded him of a big Santa Claus in a summer outfit. Sans the beard, though.

"So, I guess you two have already got acquainted. Good to see our latest hire is not afraid to do some work," Hugo said. He stood up and wandered over to the grill. He flipped some burgers to ensure they would not burn. "Elliot, be a good boy, run inside and grab a bag of buns, will you?" Hugo asked, pointing his thumb back to the camp leader's building.

Elliot got up and walked to the big building. It was made entirely out of logs and looked like a huge camping cabin. On the top floor, there was an open deck where the camp leaders could look out all over the camp, while still being sheltered from any rain by the roof. Just beyond the cabin there were a few large spruces and beyond that the actual forest started. The whole campsite was surrounded by forest. Last year, Elliot had learned that the campsite actually was established over a hundred years ago, after a forest fire left this bit of wood completely clear of any trees. As the surrounding forest recovered, these fields had been kept clear of any sprouting trees and in time they had been turned into these beautiful green fields, right in the middle of the forest.

Having reached the building, Elliot pulled on the heavy wooden door and entered. He knew the storeroom was directly to his left, a few steps into the small hallway. The door was unlocked, and he could see everything for dinner was already set ready to be brought out. He grabbed a bag of buns, and looking at the different condiments, he grabbed a bottle of ketchup as well.

Trotting back out of the main doors, he could see Hugo was still flipping burgers and that someone, was getting plates out. Jennifer, wasn't it?

With another loud rumble of his stomach, he sat back down on his log and handed the bag of buns to David. David quickly got a knife from a holster on his belt and opened the bag. He cut two of the buns open, handed one to Elliot, keeping one for himself, and passed along the bag with the remaining buns. Everyone took out a bun and cut it open. Looked like all the camp leaders had a knife, something the campers were not allowed.

Hugo lifted one of the large burgers from the grill and moved over to Elliot. "There you go, you little monster. That should stop those terrible sounds you seem to be making," he said, dropping the big slab of meat on Elliot's bun.

Elliot squeezed some ketchup on it, and he immediately knew this was going to get messy. The burger hung over the sides of the bun on all ends. His hands were going to get greasy all right. Hunger soon removed any worries about dirty hands, and he took a huge bite. Burger grease, and some dabs of ketchup, were painted from ear to ear on his face. Heavenly!

As he was chewing down and really enjoying this excellent piece of meat, he saw one of the camp leaders getting up. That was… Scott, Elliot thought. Scott reached behind his log and grabbed a big camera. Wait, what? Before he knew it, Scott had turned around, pointed the camera and a big flash blinded Elliot.

"Gotcha, first camp picture!" Scott exclaimed. "I'm the camp photographer, and you should see your face! You look like someone painted a huge smiley face on you with grease."

Scott turned the camera around and showed Elliot the photo on the small screen of the camera. Even on the small screen, there was no mistaking that Elliot's face had an almost Joker like smile painted on it. He had to admit, it looked funny.

He shrugged, and with half his mouth still full he told Scott, "Mo point gettin cwean, will be mowe diwty".

Scott looked askance at Elliot, who suddenly seems to be reverted to some kind of Neanderthal speech. Then it clicked, no point getting clean, will be more dirty. No arguing there, the burgers were huge! He put his camera down and started preparing his own.

After all of them had finished off their burgers, Elliot actually felt kind of full. One burger was pretty much an entire meal. No vegetable, but he knew that would be a different story once the other campers got in. Camp meals were always a lot of veggies, and for those who wished, some meat. Healthy food to maintain energy for lots of activities. Elliot touched his face and felt his fingers slide right over his cheeks. He was a right mess.

Suddenly, he felt David's hand on his head, and his head was being turned towards David. In came one of David's hands with a clean paper towel, and he got to work cleaning Elliot's face like he was his mother. Down went one piece of paper, and another was already inbound for the other side of his face. Elliot felt David's hands touching his face gently. Definitely not a mother's touch, it was almost a caress. Somehow, his face must still not be clean, as David grabbed another piece of paper, and he sure took his time cleaning every nook and cranny on his face. The touch of David's gentle hands were giving him another uncomfortable feeling downstairs, and he was hoping he would have enough control this time not to pop a boner amidst all the other camp leaders.

Finally, David appeared to be satisfied, and with a flick of Elliot's nose, he let go. Elliot quickly turned back on his log and crossed his legs. He leaned forward as if to warm his hands on the fire, hiding his predicament from sight. Actually, it was getting really chilly out by now. The sun had set and it was getting darker. The light from the fire cast a cosy glow on the six campers and the buildings surrounding the firepits. This was the best time, Elliot thought. Twilight was such a magical time. Not yet quite dark, but everything 'changed'. He was handed a drink, and he slurped it down. He realized that he had not yet gone to the toilets since he had arrived, and the drink pushed his bladder over the edge. He got up and walked over to the toilet building. He knew the way and as he walked in, the lights automatically switched on. That was new, last year he had struggled to find the light switch when he had to go in the dead of night.

The first stall was open and as he looked in, he noticed everything looking freshly scrubbed. That wouldn't last long, as soon as the expected sixty campers came in tomorrow. He relieved himself and washed his hands. For a moment a though crossed his mind where he wondered what would happen if David walked in right now. Would anything happen? Would he dare let things happen? He was sure there was some kind of tension in the air between them. Elliot actually waited for about a minute, but then thought it was rather silly. Of course nothing would happen, David would be way too scared to lose his job, or worse. He quickly left the building and returned to the fire.

Once he got there, only Scott and David were left. The fire had gone down quite a bit, and it was no longer as bright. As Elliot returned to his log, next to David, Scott got up and stretched.

"I'm turning in guys, tomorrow the monsters arrive…," Scott stumbled on the last bit. "Sorry, Elliot. The guests will arrive, and I will need all my energy to survive the next couple of weeks," he turned around and headed to the camp leader's building, only the campers used the tents.

It was just David and Elliot now, sitting next to each other.

"Shouldn't you get some early sleep?" Elliot asked, "You know, because of the monsters?"

David chortled, "You're all monsters all right. Camp has not even started, and I'm already finding I have my hands full with just you."

Elliot was feeling mischievous, "I can hold my own handful perfectly well, thank you very much!". He made the universal sign and motion of wanking. Was it the light of the fire, or did he actually see David blush?

"I'm sure you are, big boy," David said, feeling a bit awkward with how open Elliot was with him. In training, they had been warned to keep a professional distance from the campers. Camp Greenfields offered camping opportunities to kids ranging from nine to seventeen, and a lot of attention had been given to how to deal with teenagers with raging hormones. David could not help how he felt though, Elliot was a cute kid, and he was not 'that' much older than him. At least, that is what it felt like to David. He was twenty-two himself.

He was still getting used to the whole adulting thing. Finishing his studies, getting a job, finding a place for himself. The chance to become a camp leader at Camp Greenfields was almost like a bit of a holiday for him as well. He had always loved going camping himself. And for a few weeks, all he had to worry about was spreading his enthusiasm for everything that had to do with camping. That, and not getting caught looking too much at all the guys.

He wasn't sure about Elliot, his 'spiderman-senses' tingled, but he knew for sure he himself liked guys. He had hooked up with a few in college, but nothing had lasted. No one in his family, or his friends, knew. Elliot's attitude seemed to trigger in him everything he had been taught to avoid. Teasing Elliot seemed such a natural thing to do. And it was not like Elliot was not giving as good as he got.

"You sure you cleaned up all right after this afternoon?" David asked. "If I were you, I'd go grab a shower now that you're still the only camper here. It will be busy tomorrow with all those kids sweaty from the car and bus rides over here."

Elliot sniffed himself, trying to make it look like nothing was wrong with how he smelled. Actually, he found he stunk quite a bit. All kinds of different funky odours hit his nose. Sweat, smoke from the fire, something… musky. Okay, perhaps David had a point, but he wasn't going to show. "Nothing wrong here, you must be smelling your own lip!" he quipped.

He did get up though and started moving to his tent. "I'm turning in as well, I'll see you tomorrow!" he waved goodbye to David.

David got up as well, and he threw a bucket of sand over the fire, extinguishing most of it. "Good night Elliot!"

When Elliot was back in his tent, he found he had forgotten to leave his torch out of his bag. He struggled to find it in the dark, and when he found it, he clicked it on in its dim setting. Just enough to see what he was doing in the tent. Shuffling around a bit, he could not help but notice he was indeed stinking up the place. Had David not pointed it out, he might not have noticed. His room at home was also rather smelly most of the time. At least, that's what his mother kept going on about.

He laid down on the mattress and got out a comic book. He had brought a bunch of old and new ones to read while he was here. After absently flipping pages for about half an hour, Elliot sighed. He wasn't going to relax with the tent getting more and more stinky. He shuffled himself to his bags and grabbed his towel and soap. Elliot had given in to the need to shower.

When he stuck his head out of the tent, it was actually really dark out. He grabbed his torch and headed back to the fire pits and the shower building. He stubbed his toe on a root that stuck out of the ground, and by the time he got to the showers, he was almost hopping on one leg. He must have hit it rather hard.

There was nobody else in the building, all the camp leaders must be inside in their own lodge. Getting ready for bed, or drinking. Again, the lights turned on automatically, must be a new thing they installed in all the buildings this year. The showers were communal showers. Okay, there was a different section for boys and girls, of course. And, before you got to the actual showers, there was first a kind of changing room. Big wooden doors gave entry to the girl's section on the right, and the boy's section to the left. Stick figures, actual figures from sticks, indicated which section was for boys, or girls.

Elliot hopped through the left door and entered the changing room. Lights turned on, and he sat down on one of the benches. He was only wearing his flip-flops on his feet, and he pulled his foot up to investigate why his toe was hurting. It looked a bit blue and bruised already. He touched his big toe. Yes, that hurt! But the skin was not broken, and he could still bend it, reluctantly. He figured it was not broken.

Relieved, he got back to what he had come for. He tugged his shirt over his head and dropped his shorts. Still going commando, Elliot was ready for the showers in no time. He grabbed his bottle of soap and headed to the showers. David had been right, having the showers all for himself was a real blessing, he knew how crowded it got last year. Everyone always seemed to go to the showers at the same time. In the showers, there were six ceiling mounted shower heads. On the wall, you could turn on whichever shower head you intended to use. Elliot turned on the one way in the back, and he waited until he could see steam coming from the water. He went over to his shower and he felt the rush of hot water hitting his body. He loved hot showers. Like, really hot. Scalding hot. And, as an added benefit, he could see the shower section quickly steaming up. It was like his own private sauna! He heard the water rushing over his ears, and he could almost feel the grime and stink wash off his body. He moved his hands over his body and let them glide over the muscles that were getting more and more definition lately. He had found out just a little while ago that it felt amazing when he pinched his nipple just right. Not too hard, but a good tease gave him incredible tingles. He squeezed one and he felt his body respond. He moaned and felt an oncoming boner. Realizing he was not in the privacy of his own tent, he stopped and listened carefully to check if he was really alone. He could no longer see into the changing room because of all the steam, but he couldn't hear a sound. He pinched his nipple again, and it had the desired effect. He felt his cock go from soft to a very enthusiastic semi. He pumped a bit of soap into his hand and he soaped up his dick. It only took a few strokes to go from semi to fully erect.

Again, Elliot listened, but he could not hear anything over the sound of his shower. Would he dare go all the way? His throbbing cock made the decision, and the lack of control over his hormones caused his hand to start moving up and down all by itself. Elliot gave himself over to his body and gave all his attention to pleasuring himself. One hand on his nipple and a soapy hand on his dick, he turned himself around under the hot spray of water. He was fully lost in all the different stimuli his body was getting.

"That you Scott?" it suddenly sounded right behind him. Elliot felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He had been almost on the edge of cumming, but getting startled like this brought him right back.

A dim figure appeared in the mist and resolved itself into a familiar face, David!

Elliot kept his back turned, and his hand was actually still on his hard cock. He did not dare move. On the one hand, he was afraid he was about to get caught by David, again! And on the other hand, he was so close, that any movement on his cock might set him off and that would be even worse.

It was at that point that David noticed that the figure in the shower was much shorter than he had expected. He thought he had heard Scott mention going to the showers. But this was not Scott, or any of the other male camp leaders. Suddenly he realized he had done it again, he had walked in on an unsuspecting Elliot. To make matters worse, this time, he had walked in on him while being naked himself! He noticed Elliot not turning around, or giving any kind of response for that matter. "Elliot?" he asked quietly.

Elliot could not really keep ignoring David behind him. He turned his head around a bit more and could now see that David was actually in the showers, and just as naked as he was. His eyes drifted down and noticed David was pretty much hairless like him. But him being an adult, that must probably mean he shaved down there. David was not really extremely big. He had a decent cock, but nothing like what Elliot had seen in porn movies online. Soft, it looked slightly larger than his own. Thinking of his own, he was reminded that he was still standing here, hand wrapped around his cock, fully hard and ready to blow. Looking at David's cock, even more so, it was getting very difficult to stay in control. "Ehm, hi, David, I was just, ehm…" he awkwardly said. This was giving him such deja-vu vibes. Again, he was at a loss for words as David had caught him in the actual act this time.

David, not knowing what Elliot had been doing and only seeing his back and a very wet, shiny and cute butt, stepped closer. "Yeah, it's me. I thought you had already turned in and heard Scott saying he was going for a shower. The hot water is out in the lodge, and the only hot showers are here right now."

Another shower switched on, David must have flipped the handle through the mist. Oh no, it was the shower right next to Elliot.

David stepped closer and Elliot tried keeping his back turned to him. Elliot felt blood rush to his face. His cock kept on throbbing, he was still right there on the edge! He had to hold on and let go of his cock. Then he might still be able to go soft unnoticed.

Not understanding Elliot's predicament, David placed his hand on Elliot's shoulder. He was worried he had yet again scared the boy. He wanted to make sure he was all right. "Elliot?" he asked.

Elliot felt David's soft hand land on his shoulder, gripping his shoulder. It felt like his hand seared the skin on his shoulder and he felt his knees buckle, NO! A shudder went up from his toes, through his legs. He felt his buttocks clench, and he could actually feel his cock swell in his hand as his climax built, and he went over the edge. An earth-shattering orgasm wrecked his body and as he came in his hand, he shuddered and trembled. Not being able to keep his balance properly, he stumbled around a bit and turned slightly towards David.

David felt Elliot flinch, shudder. Had he scared him this much? Surely not… It was that moment that Elliot turned around a bit and David got a clear view of Elliot, hand clutched around a throbbing hard cock, knees trembling as wave after wave coursed through the boy's body. Elliot was having an orgasm! And not a little one, either!

Elliot and David were both in shock. Elliot had tried so very hard to recover from getting caught, and David could not believe this was the second time in a day he had caught Elliot in such an awkward manner. At the same time though, David could not help but relish the sight in front of him. It was one of those sights that gets seared into memory for life.

Elliot was probably the most shocked of the two. He could not believe what had happened. He had been so careful to check if he was alone. But wait, was it really being careful? Wanking, in a public shower? He must have been out of his mind! And he had been caught, red-handed! Not only had David seen him naked, that actually didn't worry him that much. They were public showers, after all. He had showered here with all the other boys last year as well. But he had always managed NOT to get a hard on in the showers. And David had not only got a good view of his hard cock, it had been right while he was cumming as well! The horror! He wanted the floor to swallow him up, the world to disappear, time to move back. He could not be right here, right now!

It had not happened in years, but tears welled up and Elliot could not help but get stuck between crying and feeling so terribly ashamed. He had gone limp in a record time, if that had only happened a minute earlier!

David saw that Elliot was in all sorts. The boy had gone from a look of shock, to a look of bliss and right back to shock, horror, shame and now crying. He did not know what to do. His hand was still on Elliot's shoulder. He felt like letting go as if Elliot was suddenly a live wire, or to grab hold of Elliot and pull him in for a hug to comfort the little guy. It was all very confusing. What could he do? What was he allowed to do?

Seeing actual sobs of crying made David not care any more about what he was or was not allowed to do. He was a human being, and his young friend was in distress. He pulled Elliot in close for a hug. He gave it no mind that both him and Elliot were naked as the day they had been born. His arms went round Elliot's shoulders. Elliot let his head fall against David's chest and sobbed.

"Hush, little guy," David said. "All's well," he continued. "I startled you, again. I'm sorry. You have nothing to be ashamed about." He wondered what he could say to make things better. "If Scott had not been here, and I had had the showers to myself, I'd probably be doing the same thing."

Actually, come to think of it, that was what he had had in mind. He had been hoping to have the showers to himself, but the large clouds of steam wafting into the change room had made it quite clear he had not been alone. Ditching that plan, he had still wanted a nice shower, so he had thought he'd join Scott. Calling out to him had been kind of a courtesy thing, he had not wanted to scare Scott. He had definitely not expected scaring the living daylights out of Elliot.

David's warm embrace had an immediate calming effect on Elliot. His words took a moment longer to penetrate his shocked brain. David was not mad? Wait, David would have been doing the same thing? That almost made him switch right back to laughing. He was a roller-coaster tonight!

He felt a last sob going through his body and he suddenly relaxed into David's embrace. His mind no longer in full panic mode, it started communicating with the rest of his body again, and he could not help but notice feeling David's package pressing into him. Not uncomfortably, not at all. But at this moment, it could not really excite him either. It was a weird feeling tough, holding another guy like this, naked, pressed into each other. Becoming more and more self-aware, he realized that if he could feel David pressing into him, that must mean that David would be feeling him pressed against his leg. It should worry him, it didn't. He held on a bit longer, he took a deep breath and stepped back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to turn all baby on you," Elliot said. He found he could not really care about David seeing him naked, either. It's not like he could turn back the clock and make him having seen any less. Talk about ice-breakers.

"That's okay," David said. "I'm sure I would have had as big of a shock had I been your age and getting caught like that. Actually, I remember one time I was at it and I forgot to lock my bedroom door. My dad had his hands full as he came in. I came as well, and the tray he had been carrying went all over the floor from the shock of seeing me pumping one out. It scared the living daylights out of the both of us, but we had never come together so quickly in making up excuses to my mother, who wanted to know what all the ruckus was and who had died. We had a good laugh after, my dad was a good guy."

"I would die if dad caught me at it!" Elliot shuddered, then he realized what he had heard, "Your dad, he… was… a great guy?"

"Yeah, he passed away two years ago. Heart attack. Nobody had seen it coming." David said quietly. Even after two years, the memory still hit him in the gut every time.

Elliot felt sorry, he had not meant to put David in a funk. He had just brought him out of a major funk!

He wrapped his arms around David again, all he could think he could do was giving David another hug. David considered it for a moment, but he thought caution had been thrown out of the window anyway, and he just accepted the hug for what it was.

Chapter 3

David was the first to distance himself. This was getting very difficult for him. He tried to remain professional, but this kid already had him opening up his heart about his dad. Emotions got the better of him and control was slipping away. He had savoured the touch of the warm, slick skin of this young teen against his chest. The bulge pressing against his leg was still impressive, even after the kid had just shot his load. Kids that age seemed to be able to recover in a split-second. Was he ever that quick when he was that age? Amazing how quickly details like that blurred in your memories.

Softly, he pushed Elliot away from him, and he held his shoulders in his hands for just a few seconds longer. Letting go was hard. For the first time, he had a good view of Elliot. No part was turned away, no hands were covering anything. Not much to hide after what he had seen, David figured. His own teen mind stirred in his now twenty-something year old brain, "You've seen his, he should see yours!" Childish, or was it? Yes, of course it was. He was the responsible adult. Or adult-like person. Wasn't he? To be honest, right now, he wasn't feeling very much like adulting.

His gaze slid down again. Elliot had cute, tiny, nipples. The beginnings of a six-pack, but still a boyish bit of cover on them. There was the beginning of a small patch of pubic hair, but he looked smooth all over for the rest. This kid was hot! No, this teen was hot! His consciousness thanked him from the bottom of his heart that he no longer felt like he had been perving over a little boy. Perving over a young teen was bad enough, but, well, not that bad. As he looked back up, David noticed Elliot's hair looked much darker when wet. It had been chestnutbrown before, now it was almost black. And he had amazing hazel eyes.

Just like these things go, all of this happened in the span of just mere seconds. Sometimes, entire conversations with yourself can happen in the blink of an eye. In the meantime, David's body had decided to follow its own train of thought. The sight of Elliot was having an effect on David, and he suddenly noticed he was starting to bone up. Pretty much in sync with Elliot, apparently, who had started chubbing up again as well. Which didn't make things easier. As a matter of fact, they made things harder. Much harder.

Elliot was now breathing heavily. Just as David was getting an eyeful, he was getting a really good look at David as well. And he was not disappointed. Seeing another guy this close, this nude, without seeing it on his phone or laptop, this was something else. He noticed that David had a pretty wide chest, no hairs. And when he looked down, he noticed a trail of hair running down to a shaved pubic area and a cock that was definitely on the rise. He felt blood rush down in himself as well. But, strangely, he did not feel ashamed any more. With everything that had happened this afternoon, and just moments ago in the shower, it seemed like some kind of barrier had lifted, and he did not feel any shame in being seen naked, or aroused. The worst had already happened, surely anything else can only be better, or even nice?

His shoulders were suddenly free from David's grip, they both stood looking at each other, not saying a word. Slowly, both of them rose to full attention, without either touching anything. Instinct took over first with Elliot, and his hand drifted to his own cock, moving it just a little to a more comfortable position. And, now that his hand was there, he found he automatically took a hold of himself and give himself a tug, and one more.

David was speechless. Mind shut down. It was like he was in a movie, he was seeing things happen. He was not really here. And he was loving what he was seeing. Not thinking any more, his own hand drifted to his cock as well, and he got a good grip. He started matching Elliot's pace. More blood rushed simultaneously to his dick, and his head. He felt like he was having a fever attack. His heart was pounding in his chest. Way, way in the background, there was a voice yelling what the hell was he doing. He was not interested.

He saw Elliot's four, no, four-and-a-half inches[11.5 cm] peeking out from his fist on each stroke. He was uncut. The helmet head was fully visible, the foreskin getting pulled up and down in his fist. Normally, David would be able to last for quite a while. His day's of cumming on command were long over. He loved taking his time, or edging for one or two hours, to be rewarded with an almost spiritual orgasm. Not today though. He felt his balls tighten, his cock jerk, and as he spasmed, a big jet of cum landed on Elliot's shoulder. Another on his stomach. Only then did David have the sense of mind to aim away from Elliot and not cover him completely.

Elliot was speeding up as well, he was loving what he was seeing David do. They had not spoken a word, had not discussed what to do, or if they should do it. This was just happening. They were in the moment. And, at the peak of that moment, as David's first volley hit his shoulder, David felt yet another orgasm hitting him like lightning. He was not a spurter like David, not yet, but he felt his dick pulse, and he managed to produce a third small load on the same day. He noticed he was out of breath. This whole sex thing, it was exhausting! Why weren't adults in better shape?

David came to his senses as Elliot's breathing was slowing. Both still had their hands on their dicks, which were slowly deflating. The background voices came back, with a vengeance, and now David felt like he was about to have a panic attack. Elliot was a minor, one of his charges as of tomorrow, what had he done!!

"Elliot, this never happened! I mean, it should not have happened. Please, I beg of you, don't tell anyone!" David stammered.

This time it was Elliot's turn to comfort David.

"Of course it happened. And I loved it! But I'm not stupid. Why would I tell anyone!? I don't want to be known as 'that guy' that jerks off with other guys. I won't tell, if you won't tell," Elliot said.

David took that in. Even though he barely knew Elliot, he had a strong feeling that this was not someone who would take advantage of a situation. He had trusted Elliot enough a moment ago to let his guard down and tell about his father. "You sure?" David asked, "I don't want you to feel bad about this. Or as if you were forced into anything. I could not live with myself if you felt like that. I did not mean this to happen, it just….did. It happened."

Elliot grinned, "You know, there's a good three more weeks of camp coming up!"

"OH no, not with all the other campers here. Can you imagine! Us, getting caught, by a bunch of eleven-year-olds! They probably never even had sex-ed, let alone a good show like ours!" David exclaimed, managing to see the humour in things again. Still, he would have to be careful. This should not become a habit! Three more weeks! He was hoping the showers in the cabin got fixed soon, he was not sure if he would be up to that kind of temptation.

David reached behind him and turned off first the tap of his shower, then Elliot's. "I think, we're pretty much done here, don't you?"

Elliot smiled, "I'm spent. I won't be able to do that again anytime soon."

Cheeky bastard, David thought, walking out of the showers and back into the dressing area. As he looked back, he noticed Elliot came after him, limping. "What's wrong?" David asked.

"Hurt my toe on the way over here. Was just wearing my flip-flops, and a tree decided to cross the road." Elliot said, grimacing. His toe was hurting pretty bad again.

David turned around, grabbed Elliot's shoulders again, and guided him to the closest bench. "Here, sit down, let me have a look," he said.

Elliot sat down, wet butt on the wooden bench. He felt the gaps between the wood bite his ass. Sticking his foot out, he let David take it into his hand. With David squatting down right in front of him, he thought he must have a better view of his foot than Elliot himself had had.

"Wow, that has to hurt!" David said, "It's all blue on the side, and you appear to have lifted your nail just a bit. It's not off, but it is loose."

This worried Elliot, he had heard of friends with a damaged nail and a doctor having to pull it out. It had sounded terrifying! "It won't come off, will it?" he asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

"Nah, but it might not be a bad idea to put a bandage on it, to make sure it heals in place and no dirt can get in," David said, getting up. "Wait, there should be a first aid kit in the hallway."

As David walked to the door of the dressing room, still undressed himself, he half opened the door and peeked around it. Nobody in sight. Quickly, he shuffled out into the main hall and grabbed the first aid kit from the wall. He was back in the boy's dressing room in under five seconds.

He opened the kit and rummaged a bit. It was a well stocked kit, he was happy they kept up with things like this. He found a small role of bandage. He used Elliot's own towel to dry off his foot, and then he tightly wound the bandage around Elliot's big toe. A bit of tape attached the loose end.

"There you go, one tiny mummy!" David said, smiling at Elliot. He was still not over how amazing it was to see this boy up close like this, naked. Literally, in his hands.

Elliot drew back his foot and carefully tried standing on it. This felt much better! It still hurt as he put some pressure on it, but he did not feel like limping any more. "Thank you, David".

Both Elliot and David were now truly spent. Elliot yawned.

"Hey, I think it's past someone's bedtime, little guy," Elliot teased.

"There he goes again with the little guy," Elliot laughed, and, as he was still not in his shorts, he wiggled his soft dick at David. "Not that little, you know!"

"Oh, I know. Put that monster away before you trip over it and stub another toe!"

Smiling, Elliot pulled up his shorts. His shirt was already on. Flip-flops followed, and he was pretty much ready to go.

David was not far behind, and after just another minute, they walked out of the shower building together.

At the fire pits, David had to go left, back to the camp leader's building, and Elliot had to walk on a bit further, back to his tent. There was a bit of an awkward moment. Did they just say goodbye, shake hands? What did guys do after what they had just experienced? Without running the risk of anyone finding out.

"You know, us camp leaders are allowed to give a hug, when needed." David said. That had been clearly stated in the training and the guidelines. They had young kids in their care, they needed a bit of comfort now and then, if they were to make it a few weeks without their parents. A hug was acceptable. Mind you, they made sure you knew it was just to be a hug. David grinned at that thought. Right. He had tossed away the holy handbook.

Elliot was relieved. He had felt he had found a friend in David. A good friend. Shaking hands like he was a stranger felt wrong. He clasped his arms around David and gave his friend a good hug. He breathed in deeply and was treated to the smell of freshly washed David. It felt good. It felt like home. It felt… another yawn hit Elliot at that point. He was exhausted!

"Okay, 'big monster'. Off to bed!" David admonished. "And don't let me catch you fooling around any more in your tent with your flashlight. Straight to bed!" His attempt at a stern voice was failing miserably.

"Okay… dad!" Elliot quipped back, rushing off towards his tent.

David shook his head. What a night!

As Elliot came back to his tent, now hardly having any trouble walking, he quickly opened the zipper, dove in, and closed the tent again. He did not want any nasty bugs inside. Flashlight still on, he switched it to dim, and he got into the sleeping cabin. Off went his clothes, he preferred sleeping in the nude. And the best thing about bringing your own tent was, not having to share it and having all this room and privacy for yourself! Not like he had been getting that much privacy today, but it was the thought that counts.

Tomorrow, in the afternoon, the first campers would arrive. More tents would be set up next to his, and on the other fields that had been set aside for tents. All the fields formed a kind of small tent-village, with roads running between them, leading back to the communal areas. Small solar-powered lights would be placed on the paths tomorrow to make sure no one would lose his way in the middle of the night.

Another yawn hit Elliot. His eyes drifted close. In his mind's eye he saw big billows of steam, a familiar hand reached out. He slowly drifted to sleep, reliving memories of a few moments ago in the shower.#

Chapter 4

Elliot awoke the next morning with a start! The entire world was shaking. When he opened his eyes, everything was moving. Another eye popped open. Wait a minute, he was in a tent. Why was the tent shaking? He then noticed a silhouette against the light outside his tent, reaching out to him.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" A familiar voice hollered. It was David. He had to be the one who shook Elliot's tent.

Elliot sat up and pushed his covers away, grumbling.

David inquired, "Are you decent?" in an exaggerated tone.

"What do you think?" Elliot mumbled softly. He wasn't ready to face the world yet. Teenage boys needed their beauty sleep!

Elliot was caught off guard again when the zipper rolled up and David's head appeared inside the tent.

"Good, you're up!" he exclaimed with delight.

"No, I'm not. I'm still in bed," Elliot said exasperated. He lacked the energy for this level of awareness.

"No, the big monster is unmistakably up! Breakfast is in ten minutes!" David stated. Off he went, zipping up the tent again.

Elliot looked down, Damn, I got caught again! A massive piece of morning wood was resting against his tummy. Puberty, yay!

While looking for a clean pair of clothes, he was relieved to discover that his boner had vanished and that his pair of shorts fit properly again. He put on an oversized camo shirt with the word 'ADVENTURE' written across the front in large white letters. The loose fit was perfect for him, and the camo just screamed camping.

His toe hurt less, but he didn't dare to put on his flip-flops because of the bandage. He put on some low socks and his old, comfortable sneakers. He was all set to face the day!

Elliot stepped out of the tent to find bright sunshine, a light breeze, and the last few hours of a very peaceful campsite. As the other young campers arrived, that was bound to change. Elliot trotted off to the common area, where he noticed no one at the fires. He guessed they were in the main building, which was used for most meals when all the campers were present, or for rainy day indoor activities. He turned right, passed the camp leader's house, and entered the main hall.

Everyone, or at least the few members of the staff who were present, were seated at the tables, eating their breakfasts. Elliot went over to a free seat next to David.

"Mind if I sit here?" Elliot inquired.

"Not a problem," David replied, "but I'd get some breakfast first. You know, self-service."

Elliot went to the serving line, picking up an empty tray. Bread, yoghurt, muesli, and fruits were all on the table. He made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for himself and grabbed a bowl of yoghurt. He returned to his seat and sat down next to David, fully loaded. He discovered he was ravenously hungry, and he devoured his sandwich with gusto.

Hugo, the older camp leader, was sitting at the same table and laughed. "You ate half a cow last night and you're still hungry? I'll notify the kitchen to order more supplies!" he laughed.

Elliot was too busy eating to talk, and talking with a peanut-butter-sticky mouth was out of the question. So, he let it go and continued to eat his breakfast.

When he was finished, he sat back contentedly and inquired, "When do the other campers arrive?"

David looked at his watch, and answered, "The first ones should be arriving in thirty minutes. But the busses will arrive early in the afternoon, they take a bit longer."

Elliot felt himself getting excited. He was looking forward to having some more people around, people his own age. Time to get camp started! He started rushing out but heard David calling him back.

"Young man, we do not leave our empty trays like this!" David admonished him.

Elliot hurried back, grabbed his tray, and placed it in the returns cart, which was waiting for this. He dashed out once more, and David summoned him. Elliot came to a halt and returned to David.

"Young man, we do not leave the table… without a hug!" David said, smiling beatifically.

"Seriously!?" Elliot exclaimed, but he didn't mind in the least. He hugged David and was able to get out the door this time.

Hugo turned to David and asked, "I see you're already bonding with the campers. For your sake, I hope you're not expecting a hug from every camper after breakfast."

While Hugo was still sitting, David smiled, stood up, walked over to him, and hugged him.

"I know you don't want to be left out, big guy," David grinned, "you can have a hug too!"

Hugo smiled, thinking that maybe the hugging thing wasn't such a bad idea after all. There were worse ways to begin the day. Speaking of which, where had the coffee gone?

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Elliot dashed out of the main building, past the fire pits and showers, and towards the parking lots. It was a bit of a walk, or in his case, a sprint. The entrance to the campsite was quite far away, so cars, buses, and other vehicles did not bother the campers. The main road was even further away, requiring a short drive through the forest even by car. Camp Greenfields was pretty much located in the middle of nowhere. On one side, there's a massive coniferous forest, and on the other, there's a large lake.

Elliot was now running up the hill and running out of breath. The gates appeared out of nowhere between the trees, and he resumed his normal walking pace. When he got there, the gates were only partially open, so he flung the massive swing gate all the way open, securing it with a large spike that went into a hole in the ground.

When he looked around the parking lot, which wasn't particularly large, he noticed that there was already a car parked there. A big silver grey Volvo. It appeared to be stuffed full, and there seemed to be a lot going on in the back seats.

One of the back doors swung open, and a smallish boy almost rolled out, followed by an even smaller bundle of boy. Elliot had a good view of both of them as they stood up. They were both younger than he was. He guessed they were around ten or nine years old. He wasn't entirely certain. Both had wild, blonde hair, resembling young surfers. They even had board shorts and tie-dye shirts!

Elliot approached the car, where he could hear the boys arguing with someone inside.

"But, Mom!!! We can't wait another hour out here! It's booooooring!" exclaimed the older boy, stamping his foot on the sandy parking lot. Something was said back from inside the car, but Elliot couldn't hear it.

"Someone's already here!" remarked the younger boy. He must have noticed Elliot approaching them.

Elliot waved to the boys, and he could see through the car windows that the boys' mother was probably behind the wheel. "Hi folks! Welcome to Camp Greenfields!" Elliot greeted them all.

The kid's mother also came out of the car, looking rather harried. "Are you part of the welcoming committee? Aren't you a little young?" she said, her gaze fixed on Elliot as if assessing him.

"No ma'am, I'm just the first camper in, I arrived early yesterday," Elliot explained, "we have just finished breakfast and David, one of the camp leaders, said the first campers would arrive in half an hour, so I came here to see who's coming."

The mother of the boys was looking at her watch, the car, and her eager boys. "Do you think they'd mind if we started unloading?" she sighed. "I'm way early, the gate appeared to be closed, and no one was around, so I figured we'd wait."

Elliot looked at the boys, who were almost jumping up and down with joy. "I'm sure no one would mind, but it's a bit of a walk, and I see you've got loads of gear."

Both boys exclaimed, almost simultaneously, that they would carry 'everything!'

The boys' mother gave in. The gates were open, someone was there, and she didn't mind getting back on the road a little sooner. She'd been up since five a.m., packing and loading everything into the car. Finding lots of things that had not been packed and rearranging everything to fit in the car. She couldn't understand how two boys going camping could require so much gear! And they weren't even bringing a tent! She'd be content to unpack, kiss the boys goodbye, return home, and fall right back into bed!

"All right, boys," she said, "let's get unpacked!" She reached back into the vehicle, pushed a button, and the back hood popped open.

Both boys began pulling shopping bags and two large duffle bags from the trunk of the car. It was all piled up next to the car, and the heap was quite large.

The duffle bags appeared to have straps on them so that they could be carried on your back. However, where the older boy's duffle was already quite large, the younger boy looked more like the bag had a boy attached to it, instead of the other way around.

Elliot approached them and freed the younger boy from the clingy duffle bag. "Here, let me help you," he said, "by the way, my name is Elliot," he introduced himself.

After removing his arm from the straps, the younger boy extended his hand and firmly shook Elliot's. "Hi, I'm Jack," the boy named Jack said in a high-pitched voice, "and this is my brother, Tobias," he pointed out.

Tobias grabbed two more bags and was almost keeling over under the weight. He nodded his head in acknowledgement. The weight of the bags had stymied his need to be very talkative.

"I'll help you guys," Elliot said, grabbing the last duffle. "Jack, if you don't mind taking the rest of the smaller bags?"

All three of the boys were packed in less than a minute. The boys' mother locked the car, and the three of them returned to the campground.

Both younger boys appeared flustered and tired as they neared their destination.

"We're almost there, guys!" Elliot encouraged them.

Scott, the photo guy, came around the corner of the shower building and saw the troop approaching. "Ho there, who are these pack-mules?!?" he exclaimed.

The boys' mother rushed forward to shake his hand. "Hello, my name is Susan, and we're the Wilsons," Susan introduced herself.

"Ah, right on time!" Scott said, then checked his watch, "Nope, you're actually early. Not a problem though." At that, Scott turned to Elliot, "Would you mind helping the boys get setup? The shed is open, you can grab a tent there."

Elliot grinned, pleased that he had been deemed old and experienced enough to assist in the setup of the new campers. "Sure thing… Boss!" he quipped, smiling.

Scott directed Susan to the camp leader's building. "If you come this way, we'll take care of any paperwork and you can grab a cup of coffee."

Susan was not going to turn down a cup of coffee; she desperately needed it. Of course, there's always more paperwork to deal with. She followed Scott to the building, leaving the boys to their own devices. When everything was in order, she'd say good-bye.

Elliot walked over to the field where his own tent was set up. He'd already taken a liking to the boys and wanted to make certain they'd be set up near his own tent. Tobias and Jack picked up the bags they had just dropped and followed Elliot, moaning all the way.

Elliot dropped the duffle near his own tent, and both boys quickly followed. Next to Elliot's tent, there was now a pile of bags and two very red-faced boys.

"Well, guys," Elliot said, "this is mine. Would you like to set up camp here, or did you want to use one of the other fields?"

Not being weighed down any more, Tobias, as the older brother, quickly answered, "Here will be fine! At the very least, we'll know one person here."

"Good point! Let's go find you guys a tent!" Elliot suggested.

They all returned to the communal area, and there was indeed a shed-like structure in the back. One end could be opened to face the fire pit and camp area, while the other could be opened to face the lake. There was a lot of stuff in there, but the boys were most interested in the large rack with tent bags and the massive rack with canoes stored in it.

Tobias and Jack ran over to the canoes and touched them. "A bit rough, but they'll do!" Tobias stated.

Jack looked inside one of the canoes, "They look solid enough. They did look prettier on the website, though."

Apparently, both boys knew a thing or two about canoeing. Elliot joined them and said, "Well, that's the magic of Photoshop. Any scratches and bumps magically disappear, and the canoes look brand new!" He went over to one of the older ones and continued, "These have been here since before I first came to camp, and they get used like, a lot!"

"But we're here to get you guys some accommodations, so let's find a bag that says it's a two-person tent!" he grabbed both boys by the shoulders and turned them around.

The boys rummaged through the tent bag rack until they came across a purple bag with two people printed on it. They had found what they were looking for and dragged it from the shelf.

Supplied with their tent, Elliot walked them back to their field. The two boys each carried one end of the longish bag. It must be the tent poles in there that made the bag so long.

Elliot began to wonder what he should do next when they returned to their field. Obviously, the tent had to be erected. Should he assist them? Would they even know what to do? He decided to ask them.

"Tobias," Elliot asked, "do you guys know how to set up your tent?"

Tobias snorted, "Of course we do!" Elliot noticed that Jack didn't appear to be as convinced as his brother had been.

"Well, okay, hop to it then!" Elliot said, pointing at the bag.

Elliot reached back into his tent and pulled out his folding chair, as the two brothers began unpacking their tent. He sat it up in the grass in front of his tent and he sat down in it. It turned out that watching the two brothers try to set up their tent was quite a spectacle. But, as Tobias was so certain they could do it themselves, he was not going to offer any assistance, unless explicitly asked.

Other campers were now arriving, he noticed. Some were carrying their own tents, while others were carrying the brightly colored bags that Camp Greenfields used to store their tents in. When they saw that there was already activity on their field, some of the kids joined them. Others thought it was the perfect reason to choose one of the virgin, empty, uphill fields.

After a half-hour, something resembling the skeleton of a tent appeared, and both boys were sweating profusely. The boys' mother arrived at that point, and she hugged each one individually before making a brief speech about staying out of trouble. And if they did, they should tell one of the camp leaders or this very nice boy they'd already met. Elliot's ears perked up when he heard the compliment.

The boys' mother, finally turned around and left, after two big slobbery kisses and some final admonishments. Jack seemed to be immediately homesick, whereas his older brother, Tobias, appeared to be relieved. "I was sure she'd never leave!" Tobias exclaimed.

"Not nice!" Jack thumped his older brother on the arm. Jack appeared to be a bit of a mama's boy, overly protective of his mother. Elliot began to wonder how old the boys really were.

"Hey, Jack," Elliot said, and Jack looked up. "How old are you guys?" Elliot asked. By the way, I'm thirteen."

"Oh, I'm ten," Jack answered.

"And I'm eleven years old, almost twelve!" Tobias chimed in as well, then vanished behind a piece of tent fabric he was attempting to figure out.

"You wish!" Jack laughed, "Your birthday is not even close!"

"It is," Tobias complained, "Only three more months!"

"That's a, ehm…", Jack appeared to be calculating, "That's a quarter of a year! That's like, forever!"

Elliot was amused to see the two brothers arguing in this manner. He sometimes wished he had a brother or sister. But he had always been an only child. Elliot decided to add some oil to the fire.

"Well, at least any 'eleven-year-old' would be able to set up a simple tent. Wouldn't you agree, Tobias?" he said.

Tobias' head poked out from behind the tent fabric, a sour smile on his face, "Sure, no problems here!" And he tried turning the fabric piece around again, trying to figure out which end was up.

Elliot was well aware that the tents were not easy to erect. It made him laugh even more to see them struggle. It had been a relief to him that his new tent had been much easier to manage, despite being a bit large to handle. The Greenfields tents were made up of many different pieces that had to be connected before they formed an actual tent shape that could be thrown over the tent poles. They'd never figure it out unless they first connected all the individual pieces. And if you didn't know they were all color coded, you could spend all day trying to figure it out. Elliot decided to have a little more fun with the boys, and he motioned to Jack to come over quietly. He kept making hushing gestures to make sure Jack didn't reveal anything to his brother.

Elliot motioned for Jack to get closer, and he indicated that he wanted to whisper something. "Did you notice the strings on all the tent flaps? And the colored pegs?" he asked, pointing them out. "You must first attach all of those before you can assemble the tent." Red goes with red, green goes with green, and so on."

Elliot saw Jack's face light up when he realized what they had been missing. "Don't tell your brother, just get to it and make it look like you knew all along," Elliot continued, winking at Jack.

Jack beamed and almost burst out laughing; he could barely keep it together. He returned to the strewn-out tent and began looking for colors that matched. After locating two matching sections, he began to casually connect them before moving on to the next section.

Tobias noticed something was happening and appeared again, as if from behind a curtain. "What are you doing!?" he demanded of Jack.

"You know, just putting the tent together," Jack said as innocently as he could. "Weren't you too?"

Tobias was perplexed, Jack appeared to have assembled the entire front section of the tent. With a zipper, rain flaps, and everything. How did he manage to do that?

Elliot could no longer hold back his laughter and stood up from his chair. "First, you put all of the colored pegs through all of the same colored holes and strings," he explained, "and then you pull the whole thing over the tent poles. Jack figured it out right away, see?" he couldn't help but add.

And indeed, Jack had just finished another section.

Tobias huffed, "You could have told us earlier."

"I would never have dared," Elliot said, "because you were dead set on doing it yourself."

Tobias wanted to argue, but he could see there was no point. He had said they could do it themselves. And he had at no point asked for any help or pointers. So, finally, he relented. "Elliot, could you please give us a hand? We were the first ones in today, I don't want us to be the last ones to finish."

Elliot gladly assisted the boys. All of the sections were linked together in a matter of minutes. They had a ground sail, an inner tent with bug screens, and an outer tent to keep the rain and wind at bay. Elliot thought it looked similar to what he'd had last year, so he hoped they'd gotten it right.

The boys then had to install the ground sail, throw the outer tent over the poles, and then attach the inner tent from the inside. Because Jack was the smallest of the three, he came in handy yet again. He easily got into all of the tent's corners and threaded all of the pegs through all of the loops. Or, at the very least, he thought he had them all.

Jack attached the last peg with a cheer and crawled out of the tent, butt first. Elliot was amused to see the small butt wiggle backwards. They took a step back and took a good look at what they had created. It could have been a little tighter, but this was a tent, no doubt about it. A large, bright red tent. However, it was not as large as Elliot's. The boys, on the other hand, would fit perfectly because they were smaller than Elliot.

"Now, let's get unpacked!" Tobias yelled as he tossed the first two bags through the tent opening. The two boys quickly stowed everything in the tent's corners.

Elliot looked up at the sun, which was nearly at its highest point; it would be time for lunch soon. His stomach rumbled once more, but the boys were still in the tent and couldn't hear him. Elliot was caught off guard when he saw a bright white pair of tight-fitting undies wiggle back out of the tent, followed by the rest of Tobias, who appeared to be missing a significant amount of his clothing.

"There isn't enough room in there to stand!" Tobias grumbled, reaching back into the tent for clean shorts and a new t-shirt. He busied himself outside the tent, hopping on one leg to get his shorts on as quickly as possible, looking around to see if no one was looking. He didn't mind Elliot seeing him in his underwear because Elliot was also a boy, but this was a mixed camp, and he dreaded standing here in his underwear being ogled by a girl!

Finally, he had his shorts on, and he pulled on a bright yellow t-shirt.

It took Elliot a moment to register what he was seeing coming out of the tent this time because he was distracted by how bright and yellow Tobias' shirt was. Bare feet, bare legs, bare butt, bare… wait, bare butt!?

And indeed, Jack crawled out of the tent, stark naked, dragging a pair of clean clothes with him. Jack stood up and appeared to be indifferent to other people seeing him naked.

"You're, uh, naked!" Elliot spoke in hushed tones, as if revealing a huge secret.

Jack looked down at himself, of course he was naked, he needed space to change! He rarely wore undies because they always crawled up his butt or wedged awkwardly in his crotch. He went commando whenever he had the opportunity. Jack was still of an age where he could not care less who saw him naked. He was just a little boy with little boy parts, and nothing interesting was going on. He didn't understand all the fuss about being naked. Still, he knew he shouldn't be standing out here naked too long, so he drew on his shorts while holding his shirt in his hands.

Elliot was still recovering. It had been quite a sight to see Jack crawling backwards out of the tent. Before Jack got up, there was a tiny bum and a pink hole staring him straight in the eye. He became flustered, and his body decided to embarrass him once more by pitching a tent in his shorts. Fortunately, his shirt was very long, so most of what was going on was hidden, but he did have to adjust himself a little.

Tobias, who was already more aware of such signals and all too aware of how awkward the whole sudden-boner-syndrome could be, realized why Elliot had had to adjust himself and found it rather amusing. He was used to finding his younger brother naked all the time and in the most unexpected places, and it didn't affect him anymore. It had, for a while, at first. But not any longer. Even the strangest of other things could set him off, though. Just last week, he had grabbed a banana at the supermarket, and immediately he had boned up! Over a banana! Despite the fact that he wasn't very much bigger than his younger brother, he was definitely growing! Soon, he'd be part of the big boys gang.

A whistle blew, loud enough for everyone in the camp to hear. Elliot's ears perked up; he recognized the whistle. And, judging by the number of campers turning around and heading back to the main building, there were a lot of repeat visitors. That was the mealtime whistle, lunchtime!

Elliot grabbed Jack and Tobias by the hand and started dragging them along.

"What's happening?" Tobias asked, all confused.

"My friends… Dinner, is served!" Elliot said theatrically, "It's lunchtime!"

The campers who knew what was going on made sure to drag all the new campers along, and within a few minutes, all the tables in the main building were full. There appeared to be close to a hundred young campers. Camp Greenfields was full to the brim.

Inside the main building, there were now five long rows of tables, each of which could seat about twenty campers. Elliot took a look around and noticed that the tables seemed to have organized themselves mostly by age. One of the camp leaders was seated at each table. Elliot quickly found David's table and noticed that there were still a few empty seats. He brought Jack and Tobias along, and they all sat down near David.

"I see you've already made some new friends, Elliot," David said, noticing Elliot and his new friends.

"These two were also early birds; I caught them arriving early in the parking lot," Elliot explained. Then he pointed to Jack first, saying, "This is Jack, he's ten," then Tobias, saying, "And this 'know-it-all' is Tobias, he's eleven."

"Almost twelve!" Tobias instantly added.

David examined both boys. They were younger than Elliot, but they appeared to be a cheerful bunch. He was reassured to see Elliot watching over them like a big brother. It was something that Camp Greenfields encouraged older campers to do in order to help look after the younger or new campers.

"Hi guys," David began to introduce himself, "I'm David, and I'm one of the camp leaders. I got acquainted with that monster over there yesterday, and he hasn't stopped bothering me since!" he grinned, pointing to Elliot.

"Ha!" Elliot exclaimed, "You're one to talk! You kept barging into my tent yesterday!"

David's face flushed slightly as he recalled yesterday's events, not just the minor mishap with the tent. He'd have to be cautious around these youths. "Anyway, welcome to Camp Greenfields!" he exclaimed as he greeted Tobias and Jack. "Just sit tight for now; Hugo will officially welcome everyone in a moment, and then we'll grab lunch."

And, as if he heard his name, there appeared Hugo, on a small, raised, podium area at the right hand side of the rows of tables. All the camp leaders made sure their table got quiet and Hugo made a microphone appear from behind his back.

"WELCOME!" he bellowed. "A warm welcome to you all to Camp Greenfields. I believe you've all pretty much settled in and set up your tents by now. Some appeared to be a little, ehm, unusual, but as long as it's not raining, I'm sure most of you will be fine."

He looked around at all the campers. Gave them all a good stare. "I am Hugo, I have been around Camp Greenfields for ages. And I hope to be here for many more years. I'm one of five camp leaders, there's one of us at each table. Well, except for my table of course!" Hugo said, and he pointed at the table furthest away, which promptly erupted in a cheer.

"Next, we have Jennifer's table," he continued, pointing at the next table, and Jennifer stood up and gave a little wave to everyone.

"Secondly, and you may have already seen him running around with a camera, we have Scott. Our camp photographer. He'll make sure everyone will get a nice photographic reminder at the end of camp, so you can share your adventures with friends and family. And, of course, spread the word about Camp Greenfields, so that our fields may forever be fully stuffed full of tents!" Hugo continued.

"Third," he said, motioning to the second-to-last table, "we have Blake. He's our survival expert, and he'll lead workshops on building fires, trekking through the woods, survival foods, and wood carving for groups of you." Blake rose to his feet, giving everyone a good look at the twenty-five-year-old, black-haired camp leader. He appeared to be the type of guy who was once an emo kid, grew up less emo, but still not completely out of his all-black phase. You wouldn't have guessed he was a survival expert.

"And, finally," he pointed at our table now, "we have our new camp leader David. Twenty two years old, and a bit of a water rat. He'll be in charge of the boating trips, swimming lessons and all that."

Elliot kicked Tobias under the table to get his attention, then began cheering. Tobias joined in, and that was all it took for the entire table to applaud David. David stood up, turned around so that everyone could see him and his bright red cheeks, and sat down quickly again.

He hissed half-heartedly at Elliot, "Monster!"

Elliot's only response was to stick his tongue out at David.

Hugo tapped the microphone a few times to get everyone's attention. "Okay, a few camp rules! First of all, and most important, we are all here to have a great time! Make sure you do. If anything is bothering you, ask or tell an older camper, or come to us. We are here for you!"

Hugo took a deep breath, "Second, safety always comes first. Even though you are camping, the campers are not allowed to have a knife of their own. There will be activities, like the wood carving, where you will be supplied with a camp safety knife by us, which you will hand in at the end of the activity. This is a very serious rule, if we find anyone with a knife, outside of a designated activity, camp's over for you!" he let that sink in for a moment. This rule was instituted two years ago, when a camper had had an accident and she had actually lost a finger because of that. There had been a lawsuit, a lot of trouble, but fortunately the judge had decided that the camp or the camp leaders were not to blame. Still, the camp's owner, Mr. Green, decided that this should never happen again.

"Third," Hugo continued, "you are allowed into the woods, but you are not allowed to go past the yellow marked trees without the guidance of a camp leader. Except for special survival treks, but we will explain how that works when you get there." Hugo looked at everyone again, "Seriously, you cannot miss the yellow markers. You can go in quite a bit into the forest before you reach them, but you should not get lost if you do not pass the yellow markers. Feel free to explore, this is a nature camp, after all! There are some really special things and sites to find in the forest."

Hugo took out a big whistle from his pocket. It was the one that had called all the campers to lunch. "We have this big whistle here, you heard it when we called everyone for lunch," Hugo explained, "One whistle means it is time for either breakfast, lunch or the evening dinner. Two whistles means everyone is to gather in the communal area outside. We'll be starting activities or have a general announcement to make." Again, Hugo took a moment to look at all the campers, making sure everyone was listening. "Three whistles is very serious, everyone is to gather here in the main building, immediately. It is a warning for a dangerous situation, like a bad storm coming. We have even had to alert everyone once because a bear had gotten onto the camp site!"

That got everyone excited, an actual bear! Just imagine.

Hugo spread his arms wide, "That's all for now folks! Enjoy lunch. Follow the directions of the camp leader at your table to know how everything works," Hugo stepped down from the podium to a standing ovation from the entire camp.

David got up, "Okay, campers at table one, listen up. We are the first to go grab lunch. If you look to the right, just beyond the podium, you'll see the serving window. We're all going there, grab a tray, and collect what you want for lunch. What you get, you'll eat. If you don't finish what you're getting, you'll be helping doing the dishes. That's another camp rule!"

That was new to Elliot, it had not been a rule in previous years. But he could understand, there was a lot of food being thrown away each time as people got more than they could handle. It was a huge waste.

David started hurrying everyone along, "Come on, the other tables want to get a go as well!"

Elliot, Tobias, and Jack got up and almost ran to the serving window, curious about what would be served. Camp Greenfields had a full kitchen staff, and both lunches and evening meals were usually excellent. They took a look at what was available as they approached the serving window, grabbing a tray. Elliot requested hash browns, a tomato salad, and a glass of orange juice. Tobias and Jack each asked for a plate of fish sticks and fries with salad. They quickly returned to their table and began digging in.

All three of them double-checked that their plates were thoroughly clean, and David pretended to make a lot of work of checking that everything had been eaten. "Okay, campers, you're doing great. My sincere apologies to the kitchen staff, but you are all exempt from doing the dishes," he stated. "This time!" followed ominously.

The boys dropped off their trays with empty plates in the cart that had been pushed out from the serving window so that everyone could turn in the trays with dishes easily.

The table behind them erupted in laughter and cheers, and one very sorrowfully sounding "Noooo!!!" One of the campers had not eaten his salad, and was finding out the rule about doing the dishes was not a joke.

"Jeez," Tobias said, "they were serious about the dishes! I thought it was a joke!"

"Quick, let's go outside before they figure out another rule that will get us doing dishes as well," Elliot said, hurrying outside, quickly followed by the younger boys.

As they were about to head back to the tents, Elliot noticed that Jack was looking a bit awkward, jumping from foot to foot.

"What's up, Jack," Elliot asked.

"I gotta go!" Jack exclaimed. He had now taken hold of the front of his shorts. He obviously needed to go pretty badly. "I needed to go during lunch, but I was afraid the camp leader would accuse me of not finishing my plate."

Elliot grasped the situation. "Well, I'd say this is an excellent opportunity to give you guys the grand tour of the communal area," and to Jack specifically he said, "beginning with the toilets, by special request."

Jack appeared relieved, knowing that he'd soon be at a toilet. But he didn't dare to let go of his shorts' front.

Elliot took the boys with him and, as promised, showed Jack the building with the toilets first. As the signs indicated, the boys were to the left, and the girls were to the right. Jack quickly disappeared to the left and reappeared a few minutes later, clearly relieved.

Elliot then showed the boys the locker rooms and showers. He became slightly flustered as he remembered the previous night with David in there.

The boys had already been to the shed, and the camp leaders' building was difficult to miss. Finally, Elliot led them to the fire pit area and showed the various fire pits, cooking grills, and pots above them. In the evening, fires would be lit for anyone who wanted to gather around the fire, socialize, and possibly try their hand at the guitar.

It looked like they were getting the rest of the afternoon off, some of the kids were still making adjustments to their tents, others were clearly unpacking. On one of the fields, somebody had erected a very large pole and had hung a pirates flag on top. It swayed back and forth in the light breeze, revealing the pirate skull clearly.

Elliot, Tobias, and Jack went back to their two tents. Elliot's chair was still out, but Tobias and Jack were without one. They took out a blanket and spread it out on the grass so that they could sit on it.

"So, what do we do now?" Tobias asked.

Elliot shrugged. "Up to us, I guess. Haven't heard two whistles, so we're not being gathered for group activities." Elliot had an idea, he looked at both boys daringly, "We could play… Truth or Dare!" he almost whispered.

Tobias had played the game before, Jack had not. So, they had to explain the rules. You asked each other, in turn, 'Truth or Dare'. If you chose Truth, you had to answer any question you got asked honestly. But, if you were afraid to share things about yourself, you could ask for a Dare, and you would have to do something challenging or humiliating as a dare. Jack thought he understood.

Elliot stated that he would ask the first time because he was the oldest. "So, I choose you, Tobias, Truth or Dare?"

Tobias considered for a moment. He did not know Elliot very well, but it would be kind of chicken to go for a dare already. "Truth!" he said, defiantly.

Elliot laughed, "Okay, I'll start easy for you. Ehm, have you ever… eaten something out of your nose?"

Tobias laughed and wished he could say no… But he had to be honest, and he did occasionally put a booger in his mouth. He didn't even think about it; it was a force of habit. But he didn't want to admit to it either. He squirmed slightly, but decided to play by the rules, "Okay, yes, I may have done that."

"That's a half-hearted response," Elliot observed, "Have you, or have you not?"

"Yes, yes I have," Tobias conceded, sighing.

Jack laughed and rolled over, pointing at his brother! "I knew it!" he exclaimed.

"Ha, you better be careful," Elliot cautioned, "because it's your brother's turn now, and I wouldn't want to get him on my bad side!"

Jack quickly quieted down and sat back down on the woolen plaid.

Tobias already knew he was going to pick Jack, but he wanted to spice up the game. "Hmm, who to ask, who to ask," he pretended, shifting his gaze from Jack to Elliot.

Finally, he rested his gaze on Jack. "Yes, I believe it will be you, Jack," he finally said, "Truth or Dare?"

Jack had no prior experience with the game, and all he could think about was how much he didn't want to be asked if HE had ever eaten a booger. He couldn't admit to doing the same thing as his brother because he had just laughed at him. "Dare!" he exclaimed firmly.

Tobias had expected to have to come up with a question; no one ever started with a dare. When he played the game with his friends, the dares were usually quite explicit. He couldn't do that to his younger brother right now. But, on the other hand, he had laughed at him, and he needed to be taught a lesson.

"Okay, I dare you… to run all the way to the last field, where they have the pirates flag, touch the pole, and run back!" Tobias decided. Not exactly humiliating, but it was a long run, and Jack would have to dodge tents and tent lines all the way.

Jack looked shocked, Those were the dares? That was like a five minute run! Maybe longer, with all the tents!

"Wait, I'll answer a question!" he quickly tried.

"No backsies in Truth or Dare, little guy," Elliot explained. "Once you've made a decision, you must stick to it! OR you could forfeit, becoming the very first loser!"

Jack was not about to lose a game at his first challenge! So, he got up, took a deep breath, hoisted up his shorts and began running.

Elliot and Tobias stood up to check on him. Jumping and running between the tents, Jack resembled a rabbit, dodging kids. Wait, almost dodging, he crashed into a girl at one point. Jack stood up quickly, appeared to say something, and then continued running.

In less time than expected, Jack had reached the pirates flag and he made it a point to very clearly touch it. Some big kid started coming out of the tent right next to the flagpole, and Jack immediately dashed away, back to his brother and Elliot. The big kid had now fully emerged from the tent and appeared to be yelling something at Jack, but they could not hear him.

"What a jerk!" Jack exclaimed as he returned, panting heavily.

For a moment, Tobias thought Jack was talking about him, "But, what?!" he said, confused.

"Not you," Jack said, he took another deep breath, "The guy with the flag."

"We could hardly see what was happening, it looked like he was shouting something?" Elliot asked.

"He sure was," Jack said, "He was calling me names and that I was now an 'enemy' of the Pirates."

"What a jerk!" Elliot shook his head, disgusted.

Tobias was already on his feet and ready to give the pirate a piece of his mind. Elliot had to drag him back by his shirt.

"No way mister!" Elliot said, "Violence is as big of a no-no as having a knife!" he explained. "You'll get booted out of here, and then you'll leave it up to me alone to look after Jack!"

Tobias considered that for a moment, it made sense. And the guy had looked pretty big, even from this far. He deflated a little.

"Did I do… the dare right?" Jack asked, still wheezing.

"You did amazing!" Elliot beamed at Jack.

"You sure did, lil bro!" Tobias agreed wholeheartedly.

"So, now it's my turn, right?" Jack asked. "I can choose either one of you two, and ask, 'Truth or Dare', right?"

"You sure can, those are the rules," Elliot nodded.

While he was heading back, Jack had been thinking about it. He'd chosen to ask Elliot because he hadn't yet had his turn. And because he'd secretly caught his brother play this game with his friends in his room, he knew there were far better questions!

"Okay, I choose you, Elliot," he said, pointing at Elliot, who, by now, had returned to his chair.

"Okay, shoot," Elliot said, "Truth!"

Jack was giggling now, he was about to turn up the heat! "Do you… jerk it off?"

It took Elliot a moment to register what had just been asked. Seriously? Had Jack just gone there? While he was trying to keep things 'family-friendly'?

"I thought you had never played this game?" he asked Jack.

"I haven't," Jack answered, "But I've heard Tobe play it with his friends." He giggled again, remembering one time in particular. "And I know his answer to that question!"

"Not fair!" Tobias protested, standing up again.

Elliot found it rather funny actually. He had not figured the little ten-year-old to be this world wise already. "I have to agree with Tobias here, Jack," Elliot said. "I'm the one being asked, and you just basically answered something very private for your brother as well."

Jack realized he'd made a huge blunder. He looked at Tobias, he had not intended to hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry, Tobe," he said quietly. And Tobias sat back down, still looking irritated. But then Jack returned Elliot's stare. "But you haven't answered yet!"

"True, true, I haven't," Elliot admitted, he was wondering if playing truth or dare had been his best idea. After all, they were a couple of years younger than him. But apparently, Tobias was not a stranger to Truth or Dare, nor to masturbating!

"Okay, yes, I do it," he admitted, and he looked at Tobias before adding mischievously, "too!"

Tobias threw his arms up in the air. "Where does a guy get some privacy?" he asked theatrically.

Elliot burst out laughing. "Yes, going camping with your younger brother is the best way to get some privacy!"

Tobias frowned; he hadn't thought about it until they were already in the car on their way to camp. He still hadn't figured out how to get out of that jam.

Elliot decided to put Jack to the test, asking, "And you?"

"Nuh uh, that's not how this game goes!" Jack shook his head, "I don't have to answer!"

"True, you don't," Elliot said, "Not by the rules of the game anyway." Then he added, "But you did kind of tell on your brother, which was not according to the rules either, don't you think?"

Tobias had to admit that Elliot was a smart one. And he'd been wondering if his younger brother had discovered the joy that his little wiener could bring him. He was flaunting it all the time, but he'd hardly ever caught his younger brother with a hard on. Perhaps he was still just too young.

Jack considered. He had to admit Elliot had a point, and he knew from both guys they did 'it' too. He had only tried once, very recently. It had been very confusing. "Well, to be honest, I don't know if I have," he said.

Tobias and Elliot looked confused at that. How could you not know if you had been jerking your dick?

"I mean, I don't know if I did it right, so I don't know if it counts," Jack explained.

Tobias clearly felt a big brother moment happening. "So, let's check," he said. "Did it get hard?"

Jack nodded.

"Did you stroke it, or touch it," Tobias continued.

Jack nodded again.

Tobias felt himself turning red, and noticed he was now sporting a tentpole himself. He dared himself to continue though, "Did you, 'finish'," he asked, putting air quotes around the word finish.

At this, Jack looked confused. That was the part he was not certain about. He had heard something spectacular was supposed to happen. But, even though it had felt pretty nice, he would not have called it spectacular. At one point he had just felt sore and he had stopped.

"I don't think I have?" Jack said questioningly.

"Oh, believe me," Elliot said, "you would have known!" He sat forward in his chair and conspiratorially told the two boys, "First time for me, that I really 'finished', I almost passed out! And my whole body felt like fireworks!"

"Yes, just like that!" Tobias agreed, "And I felt like I had been about to piss myself!"

Elliot nodded, yes, he remembered, he'd been afraid of that as well. But he had been in the shower when it happened, so it would not really have bothered him that much. Next time he tried it, in his bed, he had been more afraid if he might in fact still piss himself, but that never happened.

Jack looked dejectedly, "I guess I haven't done 'it' then yet."

Elliot and Tobias looked at each other, and Elliot took over from Tobias. "Sure you have! You don't always have to finish. You can just enjoy jerking it for a while. But when you have the time, and the room for it, it sure is nice to finish!"

Jack beamed, he felt like part of the older boys. He had done 'it' too!

Tobias chuckled "Oh boy, someone is going to need a lot of practice! We should have requested two tents!"

Elliot's mind was already racing, perhaps it would be fun, them having only one tent, and three weeks of camp ahead of them! If he had had a big brother, he sure would not have minded a lesson or two!

By now, Elliot was also not sitting comfortably any more. He stood a little, adjusted himself, and noticed both boys doing the same. They may be younger, but boys will be boys! He decided they'd better end the Truth or Dare. He had already shared much more with these two boys than he had expected to.

He decided to tease them by getting out of his chair and fully stretching. He was aware that the bulge in his shorts would be obvious to the two of them. "I'm tired; I'm going to lie down for a while," he explained to the boys.

He decided to leave his chair out, and crawled into his tent, closing the zipper. Briefly, he thought about stripping down and giving his boner some much needed attention. But with the boys this close by, and the other close encounters he had already had, he decided against it. He might try tonight, when everyone was sleeping. Elliot attempted to read one of his comic books, but after one page, the comic fell flat on his face and Elliot had nodded off.

Chapter 5

Elliot awoke to the sound of two sharp whistles. At least no one was trying to rock his world, like David had this morning. Two whistles signaled the beginning of the evening meal. How long had he been snoozing? He was very confused.

He could hear the camp becoming more active outside his tent. People began to walk around. He also heard Jack and Tobias rummaging through their tent. He'd have to keep that in mind, because sound traveled easily between the tents. He heard the zipper of the boy's tent open, followed by a soft knock on the front of his tent.

"Elliot, you up?" Jack inquired in a high-pitched, boyish voice.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second," Elliot replied, "let me get a sweater on."

He rummaged through his luggage and unearthed a nice, comfortable sweater. He considered changing into pants, but decided that a sweater would suffice. He quickly drew it over his head and exited his tent.

Blinking against the still-bright sun, he noticed that Jack and Tobias had also changed into slacks and a sweatshirt. It was reassuring to see that the boys could take care of themselves in the evenings, especially since they were so close to the lake.

Jack looked at Elliot, "Those were the dinner whistles, right?" he asked.

"Good memory, Jack," Elliot said, "let's go grab some grub!"

The three boys joined the bustle of kids making their way to the main building. Everyone was attempting to get in at the same moment, so there was a bit of a tangle at the entrance. Hugo was directing everyone inside to the same table they had used earlier in the day. Surprisingly, it appeared everybody was automatically finding the same table arrangements as before. Elliot observed that some of the children who had captured his attention at his table were seated in the same spot.

Within minutes, the last kids entered the hall and were quickly seated. Elliot sniffed deeply, he could smell something roasted and his tummy was becoming restless and noisy again.

David, sitting next to Elliot again, noticed. "Keep quiet, you monster!" he joked.

Tobias looked askance at Elliot, as he was not getting the joke.

"I, ehm…," Elliot began, "tend to get a bit noisy when hungry. Last night, my stomach wouldn't stop grumbling, and I kind of got the nickname 'Monster'," he explained.

As he said that, his stomach growled as if he was holding a dragon in there. Tobias laughed.

"I can see why! You sound like Smaug!" he laughed.

Elliot, a big fantasy fan, immediately caught the Tolkien reference. Smaug indeed! "I'll burn you to a crisp, if you're not careful!" and he pretended to breathe fire at Tobias.

A few taps on the microphone quickly drew in Elliot, as well as the other kids in the hall. Hugo had returned to the stage.

"Listen up, campers," he started, "tonight, we'll be serving roasted sausages, hamburgers and pork loins! For the vegetarians amongst you, we also have a great assortment of roasted vegetables. So, there should be something for everyone."

Hugo took a look around the room and waited for everyone to settle down. "We'll also light the fire pits after dinner. You are welcome to join us there tonight, if you wish to get to know each other better. Although it is not a required activity, we highly encourage you to participate. It's a great opportunity to meet your neighbors or some of the children with whom you may be participating in activities."

A cheer went up, most kids not expecting that there would be campfire time on the first night.

Hugo went on, "The first camp activities will take place tomorrow. There will be several options from which to choose. I recommend that you all think about what you want to do as tomorrow's activity, tonight. Make some friends who might be interested in participating in that activity."

Hugo held up his hand and first indicated a one with a raised index finger, "You can choose from a bush craft cooking workshop, with camp leader Scott!"

He held up another finger, "Or, you can select to go on a trek to the forest with camp leader Jennifer. You may even cross the yellow line!"

A third finger joined, "Third, you can join me and David for a couple of games of volleyball on the sports field." Having explained the activities, he pointed at camp leader Blake, the only camp leader who was not organizing an activity. "Blake will remain here at camp, in case any one of you have issues. He will also be in charge of first aid. If you have an accident, tell the leader who is in charge of your activity. If he directs you to first aid, go to the camp leader's building, where you will find Blake."

He pointed his finger at all the tables in turn now, "Let's make sure Blake will be bored out of his head by the end of the day!"

Hugo now spread his arms wide in a welcoming gesture, "Let's eat! Table five goes first tonight!"

That meant the table with Elliot, Jack and Tobias would be last this time. They had been first this morning, so it was kind of fair. Elliot's roaring stomach was of a very different opinion, though, eliciting some giggles and laughter from Jack, Tobias and a couple of other kids at the table.

They passed the time by getting to know the other kids at the table, and David was relieved to see that everyone was getting along. He was getting a lot of help from Elliot, and he was thinking that it wouldn't surprise him if Elliot himself became a camp leader in the future. He appeared to be a natural at it.

There was just one more table to go before it would be their turn. David looked down his table and noticed a camper was missing. He nudged Elliot on the arm and asked, "Do you know where the kid at the end of the table has gone?"

Elliot hung himself halfway across the table so he could see what David was pointing to. He knew which kid David was referring to; it was another young boy. Black hair with a darkish hue. If he wasn't mistaken, he wore a red shirt tonight. But he had no idea where he was.

"Don't know," Elliot said to David, "but I could look if he's in the toilets?" Elliot suggested.

"Oh, if you could, thank you!" David said. He did not want to leave the table in case he would not be back in time to make sure everyone got their plates in a somewhat organized matter.

Elliot got up, and Tobias and Jack automatically seemed to follow. They were pretty much a band of three by now. Elliot shrugged, he rather liked it and did not mind the company.

The three of them went out, the sun had already dipped below the top of the hills. Elliot knew from previous experience that the early twilight gloom would last for quite some time. They dashed over to the restroom building and entered.

Inside, they knew they only needed to check the boy's side. David would have certainly asked one of the girls if any of the girl campers had gone missing. They entered by pushing open the door with the stick-figure boy on it. There was a row of urinals, and at the end, they noticed the missing kid, his pants halfway down his bare buttocks. He was obviously preoccupied with something, and he hadn't noticed the door behind him open.

Elliot called out to him, and the boy was clearly startled. He let go of his pants, which dropped around his ankles as he turned around. Sometimes the stories you heard about kids with a darker color turned out to be quite true. The boy must be around Jack's age, so quite young, but he was sporting a dick pretty much the size of Elliot's. All three boys stared bug-eyed at the kid, who scrambled to get his pants back up to cover himself up.

"Sorry," Elliot said, not feeling very sorry at all, "we were sent to see what was keeping you, we're about to get dinner".

The kid had regained control of his pants and quickly hoisted up his underwear. His pants, on the other hand, were a different matter altogether; his zipper had become stuck, and that was what he had been struggling with.

"I can't… get… the… zipper…," he gasped, trying to get his zipper up.

Elliot walked up to the kid, "Can I… help you?" he asked.

The black haired boy looked at Elliot, considered, and shrugged.

Elliot felt a bit awkward, fiddling with the front of the boy's pants. He could clearly feel something bulging in there. Not that the kid was getting an erection, he was just very big. "I'm Elliot, by the way," he introduced himself. "I thought it might be polite to at least introduce myself, since I'm pretty much feeling you up in the toilets," he giggled at that.

Fortunately, the boy could see the humor in his situation as well. "I'm Chris," he said, "and the flipping zipper got caught again!"

So, this was not the first time something like this had occurred. Elliot pulled the zipper all the way down, revealing a pair of Batman underwear. He noticed one of the zipper teeth was deformed. He moved the zipper over it carefully, wiggled it a little, and it went straight back up. He stood up and took the time to close Chris's button as well.

"Now, I do hope you were finished with your business, or you'll have to drop those pants again," Elliot said, "and I'm not sure if Jack and Tobias could take the shock of your monster again. It might hurt their sensitive little souls." No point in denying what they all had seen, and Chris must know himself, he was rather on the large side compared to kids his age.

Chris sighed as he did so. He'd heard it numerous times after gym class at school. "I'm sorry about that. You got me by surprise. I'm usually more careful because I'm constantly teased because I'm really big."

Elliot threw his arm around Chris and started guiding him out of the toilets, "No worries big guy, just good genes. That's all."

Elliot noticed Jack and Tobias turning around, and he could hear Jack whispering something to Tobias, but he couldn't hear what they said to each other. He'd ask later if he didn't forget. For the time being, his inner Smaug declared that it was time for dinner once again. They hurried out of the restrooms, and when they returned, their table had just gotten up to get trays and dinner. The four boys joined the line and were relieved to see that there was still plenty of food available. Elliot, Jack, and Tobias all requested burgers, and Elliot even got an extra sausage. Chris ended up choosing the vegetarian menu and piled his plate high with grilled vegetables, fries, and a bowl of apple sauce.

Chris returned to his own seat at the table after saying his goodbyes to the boys. Elliot, Tobias, and Jack made their way back to David.

"I see you found our lost sheep," David said as he pointed to Chris.

Elliot just managed to stop himself from stuffing his face with a huge burger bite in time. "He got stuck in the toilets," Elliot explained.

"Wardrobe malfunction," Tobias added.

David appeared confused, so Jack added, "His zipper had gotten stuck. Elliot fixed it."

After a moment of thought Jack gestured for David to lean in closer, and he whispered to him, "His name is Chris, and he's huuuuggee!" he glanced down, "You know, there!"

David nearly choked on his sausage as he processed that information and formed a mental picture.

Elliot looked at Jack and said admonishingly, "Jack, stop telling on people. You've already told on your brother today and now you're sharing private stuff on poor Chris as well. It's not nice."

Jack looked very contrite, "I'm sorry," he whispered.

David was catching his breath again. He did not know what the boys had meant about telling on Tobias, but he had to agree with Elliot on Chris. The kid needed to know what he could and could not share with other people, "Quite right, Elliot." Elliot beamed at the unexpected praise.

By now, Elliot had stuffed a pretty good chunk of burger in his mouth, "mow, gwet on eathing!" he said, his mouth very full.

"And you need to learn not to talk with your mouth full, Elliot," David said, "there's pickle going everywhere!"

Elliot looked around and discovered that David had not exaggerated; he could see bits of pickle and other things stuck to the side of his soda glass.

"Sowwy!" he replied, before realizing he shouldn't be talking with his mouth full, even to apologize. David merely shook his head.

The rest of dinner went by without incident. They all enjoyed it, and Tobias even returned for a bowl of applesauce. When David looked around the table, he saw empty plates and happy faces all around.

"Good, no dishes for anyone tonight, I see we have all finished our plates!" David said. "Please, feel free to return your trays. Rest of the evening is for yourselves, camp fires will be lit half an hour after every one is finished here."

The boys put away their trays. They filed out of the building, waving goodbye to Chris, who was still talking to some other kids.

Outside, most of the kids were making their way back to their tents, unwilling to wait for the comfort of the fires. Elliot examined his wristwatch, a survival watch with a built-in compass. He figured it would only take fifteen minutes to light the campfires, and he didn't want to return to the tents for such a brief time.

Looking over to the campfires, he noticed the one with the guitar standing next to it. He'd taken a few lessons and knew a few basic camp songs. He dragged Jack and Tobias to the logs that encircled the campfire. While sitting by the fire, you could sit on or against those. He took up the guitar and began strumming the strings. Thank goodness, it was in tune; he had no idea how to tune the guitar by ear. He did it on his phone at home.

"You know any camp songs?" Jack asked.

Elliot strummed the guitar once more and paused for a moment. He sat down, placed the guitar on his lap, and began the first chords of 'Stand by me,' a song he really liked which wasn't too difficult to play.

To his surprise, Jack immediately jumped in and began singing the lyrics to 'Stand by me' in his boyish, high pitched voice. It only took a few moments for people to notice, and despite the fact that the camp fire was not lit, people sat on the logs around the fire pit to listen to Elliot play the guitar and Jack sing.

Elliot was playing one of Jack's favorite songs on the guitar, which made him very happy. He knew this one by heart. He sang in the school choir, and they frequently performed this song. He began by closing his eyes and concentrating solely on Elliot's guitar playing. In his mind, he felt surrounded by his entire school choir, giving him the confidence he needed to be truly heard. He kept singing, and to his surprise, he heard more voices as he sang the second chorus. When he opened his eyes, he saw a large group of girls, and even some boys, gathered around their fire pit. Some of the kids joined in on the chorus, happily singing along with the well-known 'Stand by me' lines.

Jack kept singing as he noticed one of the camp leaders, Blake, at their fire pit, attempting to light the stack of wood. Theirs was the only fire pit that had a crowd gathered around it.

After a while, Jack heard Elliot starting to finish the song. He sang the chorus one more time before concluding the song with Elliot.

When Jack looked at Elliot, he noticed that the older boy was beaming at him. He wondered why, when someone played a song around the campfire, wasn't this the idea?

"I hope you don't mind, I love that song," Jack said. "We sing it a lot at school."

Elliot couldn't believe his ears when he heard this kid sing. His singing was fabulous! "You are welcome to sing along at any time!" Jack was ecstatic. "Oh man! That really was incredible!"

He paused for a moment, wondering if Jack knew any more songs. He was also a big fan of sea shanties, so he decided to try a song that was currently trending on YouTube and TikTok, and he began the first notes of the Wellerman song.

Jack's ears perked up; his choir didn't sing this one, but he had practiced it in front of the mirror numerous times at home. The Wellerman could be sung along with a very entertaining dance. He jumped in after standing up from the log. "There once was a ship that put to sea, and the name of the ship was the Billy o' Tea."

The first time the chorus came around he was still singing alone, but as he continued the song, a lot of the other kids fell in as well on the second chorus, and even more on the next few.

"'Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing' is done, we'll take our leave and go,'" The kids were singing, and the light of the campfire was now really adding to the atmosphere.

Elliot was surprised to see all the kids around their campfire, listening to their music, as he finished the song. He'd been so preoccupied with playing the guitar and listening to Jack that he'd lost all sense of his surroundings.

Just as he was about to begin another song, a guy appeared behind him and grabbed the guitar from his hands. Elliot's hold on the guitar slipped as he was twisted around, and was on the verge of falling off the log.

A big guy, about fifteen, he guessed, stood there. He held the guitar by the neck and clearly did not know how to properly handle a guitar. He was wearing a bandana around his head with skull markings on it; it reminded him of something, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"We don't need any of your pansie songs," the guy said, pointing to Jack with his free hand.

Elliot was taken aback; what had evoked such a violent response?

He noticed Jack's surprise as he looked at the teen.

"You're the guy with the pirate's flag," Jack remembered.

"That's right, we're the pirates!" the guy exclaimed. He took a menacing step closer to Jack and yelled, "Arrrrr!!!"

Jack took a step back, his back to the campfire. Tobias rose and joined his brother.

"You're on our shitlist, dweeb," the guy went on. "No one messes with the pirate flag!"

He turned around and gave the guitar to some random girl who was also sitting by the fire, instead of returning it to Elliot. "Here, you play something pretty," he said as he walked away.

Everyone around the campfire was stunned and silent. Tobias looked around, but there were no camp leaders nearby who could have witnessed what had happened. In addition, he had no idea who the dude was or what his name was.

The blonde girl stood up and handed Elliot the guitar. "What a jerk that guy is. I really enjoyed your playing." "And you have an amazing voice!" she said to Jack. "Don't let bullies like him stop you," she said. "Could you please sing some more?"

Tobias had wrapped an arm around Jack, who was still shaken. Jack stood up and began singing defiantly. Elliot tried hard but couldn't recognize the lyrics or the tune, but Jack soldiered on and sang the entire song unaccompanied.

"'Yo ho ho and a bottle of mead

I've got a secret, I hate the sea

I eat all my lemons, I'm fit as can be

But out on the ocean you won't find me

Can't make me walk the plank with my feet here on the land

The greatest treasure of them all is the use of both my hands

You're stuck eating hardtack

While I'm here eating veal

I'm a pillar of virtue

And you just pillage and steal

Sure you get the glory

Sure you get the fame

You set your own hours and you have a funny name

Why did I even put accordions in this song?

Ah screw it, sign me up, I've been a pirate all along'"

It was an anti-pirate song he had learned from YouTube, and it seemed like a brilliant song for the moment. Though, secretly, he was relieved that the bully guy wasn't there to hear him.

Everyone at the campfire was clapping along as he finished the song, and they all cheered for him at the end. It meant a lot to Jack to know that the other kids weren't like that bully.

Jack sat down, stating that he was done singing for now. Elliot put the guitar away, and no one else was picking it up. He guessed that not many kids knew how to play an instrument. The campfire was now nice and warm, and it was getting dark outside. You couldn't see much beyond their fire.

Hugo appeared and handed over sticks and a large bag of marshmallows. Everyone was soon turning a marshmallow in the fire, attempting to get that perfect crisp without burning it.

As it grew colder, the boys sat closer together on the log, sharing a bit of body heat as well as the heat from the fire. They talked about everything, including school, sports, and where Jack had learned to sing. Elliot soon discovered that Tobias had not inherited the singing gene. Tobias tried to sing a note, and it sounded false enough to shatter glass. He was really good at sports though. As it turned out, he was a swimmer, and he had won various medals already.

As the logs in the fire began to collapse in on each other, the boys noticed their eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. Jack, as the youngest, was the most exhausted. He'd had an exhilarating day. He was wedged in between Tobias and Elliot. His eyes were becoming droopier, and his head nodded down every now and then. He didn't know when, but his head had dropped down and to the left, landing against Elliot, and he hadn't come up anymore.

Elliot looked to his right and noticed Jack dozing off against him. He thought it was cute that the kid was so relaxed that he had fallen asleep against him. He was an only child, but he imagined what it must be like to be a big brother now. At the very least, a little. He wrapped his arm around Jack's shoulder and held him in place. His hand brushed against Tobias' shoulder, who could only smile when he saw what was going on.

"He's out like a light," said Tobias. "It'll be difficult to get him to the tent tonight."

Elliot took a look at Jack and thought about how he could help the little guy. Maybe he could get him on his back. Then he could hitch a ride back to the tent.

Elliot and Tobias talked for a little longer; Tobias was not as easily tired as his younger brother. They got to know each other better as the evening progressed. Tobias had never had a girlfriend, Elliot discovered. Even though he had, he knew it wasn't his thing, so he decided not to bring it up. He wasn't ready to tell his new friend he was gay because he'd had enough of a close encounter with David, but he also didn't want to give any false impressions. If Elliot had a personal gripe, it was lying or liars. He had never lied, as far as he knew. He might choose not to tell something, but that was something else, he reasoned. However, knowing Tobias had never had a girlfriend made Elliot wonder for a moment. Why? The guy was friendly and obviously knew how to make friends.

After a while, the camp leaders began going from fire to fire, asking everyone to finish their conversations and make their way to the tents; it was time to call it a night. Elliot checked his watch and saw that it was already past eleven o'clock. It would have been way past his bedtime at home. Elliot looked at Jack, who appeared to be fast asleep. He shifted his weight on the log so that Jack was now resting against his back. Tobias immediately understood Elliot's intention and wrapped Jack's arms around Elliot's neck.

Elliot drew Jack's arms in front of him and began to stand. He took on Jack's light weight, and as Jack's rear end lifted from the log, he swung his legs around Elliot and grabbed on tight. Jack was now attached to Elliot's back like a little monkey. Jack was still sound asleep, and Elliot could feel him breathing slowly in and out. Tobias stood up and the three of them returned to their tents. Elliot relied on Tobias to shine a light on the path so he could see where he was going, as he now had his hands full.

As they approached their tents, Tobias dashed ahead and unzipped their outer tent, followed by the inside tent's zipper.

Elliot had to pause for a second to consider how he was going to get Jack into the tent from behind him. Tobias shuffled in first, turned around, and poked his arms out of the tent.

Tobias peered out the tent and saw Elliot standing outside with Jack on his back; he extended his arms out, indicating to Elliot that he should hand Jack over to Tobias so that he could drag him into the tent. Elliot caught on and loosened his grip on Jack, shifted him to his front, and then delicately deposited him into Tobias' waiting arms. Tobias grabbed Jack by the armpits and brought him into the tent, where he laid him on the opened sleeping bag. It appeared that a cannon could be fired without waking Jack.

Tobias watched Elliot climbing halfway into the tent, attempting to assist Tobias in getting Jack to bed. The two boys were peering down at Jack, who couldn't be shuffled into his sleeping bag completely dressed. Tobias began tugging on Jack's jumper, while Elliot untied his shoes and socks. When Tobias removed Jack's jumper, the shirt he was wearing underneath came off with it. Jack was now down to his pants, which did not appear to be really comfortable to them.

"Do you think he'd mind?" Elliot asked quietly.

"Mind what? Sleeping in his pants, or us getting them off?" Tobias asked.

Elliot reflected, he disliked sleeping with clothes on, and this morning he'd gotten a clear indication that Jack didn't like wearing too many clothes too. "I suppose we should get them off," he replied.

Tobias nodded, as if he, too, was thinking the same thing. His parents would normally put his younger brother to bed at home. They'd also undress him. As his older brother, he supposed it was now up to him. He knelt down and began undoing the button and zipper. It took some effort to undo a button on someone else. It finally gave way, and he was able to slip his pants down. Elliot, who was at Jack's feet, dragged the pants completely off. Jack was now only wearing his white underwear. Despite the fact that it was dark and there was only a small bit of light coming from the lantern that Tobias had turned on, Jack looked utterly angelic lying there.

Before Elliot knew what was happening, Tobias had taken hold of Jack's underwear and had dragged those down as well, leaving him virtually naked, underwear around his feet, where only Elliot could reach. He gasped, which did not go unnoticed by Tobias.

"You've seen him naked this morning, too, silly," Tobias pointed out.

Elliot gulped, "Yeah, but that was not this up close." He was sitting in reaching distance of Jack. He stuck out his hand and could not help but caress the younger boys leg. It was so very silky smooth. His touch was light, and he could feel the tiniest hairs on Jack's leg rise up in goosebumps. He had become fully immersed in the moment and had momentarily forgotten about Tobias. He moved Jacks underwear out of the way and slid his hand back up Jack's leg, stopping just shy of the teeny tiny nutsack. Even though Jack was asleep, some part of what was happening must be seeping through, as his small cocklet started rising up in a couple of shudders, sticking straight up now.

Suddenly, there was another hand on Elliot's; Tobias had reached out and put his hand over Elliot's. Elliot was brought back to reality as a result of this, and he realized what he had been doing. He stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay," Tobias said quietly to Elliot, "I've done it before."

"What do you mean?" Elliot asked, returning Tobias' gaze.

"He's always out like a light, and sometimes he sleeps in my room. But when he's scared, or if there's a thunderstorm, he'll come sleep in my bed." Tobias explained, "I've felt what he feels like as well. He wouldn't know, he's always out like a light."

This was quite a revelation for Elliot, he had not thought Tobias would do something like that. But looking at the angelic boy under his hand, it was not very difficult to understand why. Jack had continued on to different dreams and was now limp again. Jack drew up his legs and looked like he was getting cold.

"Let's get him into his sleeping bag," Elliot suggested.

They pushed and shoved Jack to his side of the tent and got him into his sleeping bag. Elliot was disappointed to see the boy disappear beneath the covers; what a sight!

Elliot was now seated almost entirely inside the boys' tent. Tobias sighed and yawned. "I guess you're pretty tired as well," Elliot said to Tobias.

"Sure am," Tobias replied, "we were up super early this morning." He took a look around and decided to remove his own sweater from over his head. He, too, was getting ready for bed, and he didn't care if Elliot saw anything. He'd bonded quickly with the guy, and all the talking they'd done around the campfire had made him feel like he knew everything there was to know. Though, there seemed to be something that the older boy was trying to conceal that he could not put his finger on. He continued unbuttoning his pants.

Elliot sat there and watched the older brother starting to undress as well. He loved what he was seeing, but it was putting him in a bit of a predicament, he had started boning up and had to adjust himself carefully. Good thing there was very little light in the tent.

Tobias shrugged off his pants and took along his own undies in one go. His socks and shoes were already outside the inner tent. He was now sitting cross-legged in the tent, across from Elliot. He was waiting to see how the older boy reacted. But other than him shifting around where he was sitting, and getting a very solid stare, nothing much else happened. The stare was becoming a little too long for him, and he noticed Elliot wasn't looking him in the eyes. "Eyes are up here, idiot," he snapped his fingers. Tobias burst out laughing. He was beginning to wonder if he might know what Elliot was hiding. Thinking back on how he had caressed Jack's leg just a moment ago, and not freaking out at all when he had told Elliot about him having done the same. OMG, he's gay as well! shot through Tobias' head.

Tobias had never had a girlfriend for a reason. He enjoyed girls, and some of his closest friends were girls. And that was the problem; they were never anything other than friends to him. He had no desire to try to make anything else or more out of it. Not that he ever had a boyfriend either, he was just eleven after all. But he knew that if he ever had a special someone, it would most likely be another boy. They just made the best friends! You could wrestle them, and they just understood you when you were talking with them. Kind of like with Elliot. Thinking about boyfriend material, and then about Elliot, was causing him to feel a bit flushed. He felt he was going to get a boner, but covering up right now would draw just as much attention to it, as not covering up. Plus, with what he had just realized, he figured Elliot would probably not mind anyway. Perhaps he'd even give himself away if he saw yet another boner in under five minutes. Would he be able to resist, if he was really gay, and perhaps, into him? Tobias relaxed.

Elliot was starting to feel overdressed. He'd just finished undressing Jack and was now sitting across from Tobias on his inflated mattress, fully clothed, while Tobias was no longer wearing anything. Elliot realized he was doing a truly awful job of hiding his feelings for the boys when Tobias snapped his fingers. He looked up at Tobias and they looked each other in the eyes. He noticed Tobias appeared startled for a brief moment, but a few seconds later, all he could see was a smile on Tobias' face. His eyes dropped down again, and this time he saw that Tobias was beginning to sport some serious wood, and not doing anything to hide it. He saw Tobias shrug his shoulders.

"It happens," Tobias just said, winking.

Elliot was just at a loss for what to do with himself. He was torn between wanting to get out of the tent and into the cold air to cool off. At the same time, he wanted to reach over, push Tobias back against the mattress, and wrap his arms around him.

He flushed even more when he realized he wasn't running out of the tent. Tobias stretched out his arms and touched the top of the tent. Elliot could see some serious muscle definition forming on his stomach, which he attributed to all of the swimming. The beginning erection was now a bona-fide boner, standing proudly erect, foreskin pulled halfway down the knob. He gulped again and could not take his eyes off of it.

Tobias noticed Elliot was once again fixated with his own favorite toy. Would he be able to persuade Elliot go a step further? He stretched out, pretending to yawn for a long time. Because of all the swimming he did, he knew he had a pretty good physique. One of the older girls he spent a lot of time with had even told him he had a great body, for his age. That had made him both proud, and a little self-conscious. Elliot did appear to be mesmerized, transfixed. He ended his stretch and, not entirely by chance, let his hand fall on Elliot's knee.

Elliot saw Tobias' hand come down slowly and touch his bare knee as if in slow motion. Had he not chosen to continue wearing his shorts for the evening, nothing might have happened. But the touch of Tobias' hand on his bare knee, fingers slipping just slightly into the opening of his shorts, jolted him out of his trance. Common sense seemed to have vanished, and before he knew it, he had one arm around Tobias' bare back, the other in the boy's hair, and he was falling down with him on the air mattress. The fact that he was right next to Jack did not even cross his mind anymore. He just 'had' to touch this amazing boy. He did halt for just a moment, he had to be sure he was not crossing any lines with Tobias, but he found no resistance. Instead, he felt Tobias pressing his body against his own, trying hard to get as close as possible. The boy's boner was pressing against his stomach trough his sweater. Too much clothing!

Elliot quickly removed his own sweater, and he was now chest to chest with Tobias. Electricity seemed to spark where their skin touched. This felt incredible. It wasn't even close to how he had felt the night before in the showers with David. His hand reached down, and before he could get to his own shorts, he felt his hand brush against Tobias' hard dick. It wasn't very big, which wasn't unexpected on a boy that was nearly twelve. He had only recently begun to experience a significant growth spurt himself. But it was still an amazing thing to feel. He slid his fingers over it, and Tobias gasped in his ear. Tobias' fingers moved down his back, tracing over his back muscles. They came to a halt at the waistband of his shorts. Elliot let go of Tobias' dick and pulled his own shorts down. He pushed them off with his legs, and he was now naked, lying on his side against a squirming Tobias. Their bodies made contact, and he could feel his own larger dick rubbing against Tobias'; the sensation was simply amazing. This was way better than jerking off, and he wasn't even using his hands. He was just rubbing himself against another boy.

Tobias felt Elliot's hand on his dick for the first time, and he immediately saw stars. He almost had an instant dry orgasm, but he was able to resist. He moved his hand over Elliot's back, enjoying the sensation of the developed muscles beneath his hands. When he had touched Jack, everything was just soft and silky. He had liked that too, but this feeling of strength under his fingertips was even more amazing. Fortunately, Elliot was not that much taller than him. He might be older, just over a year, but they weren't that far apart in build. He felt Elliot shrug his own shorts off and for the first time he felt another dick against his own body. Okay, a year did seem to make some difference, Elliot felt quite a bit larger than himself. But right now, he was not worried about comparing sizes. He loved what he was feeling. He gently pressed against Elliot and felt something slippery on his dick. He reached down to feel if he had somehow wet himself, but found it had not been him, but Elliot. It was also something else, he had not felt this before. It was wet and slick. He slipped his hand around Elliot's dick and he could just close his hand around it. He loved the slippery stuff, as he found that he could now easily move his hand up and down Elliot's shaft, who arched his back as a result of the sudden and intense feeling.

Elliot, never one to be left behind, quickly reached over and took Tobias between his fingers. Even though the boy wasn't very big, he was hard as a nail and he found that he could easily masturbate him. It felt strange to be doing this to someone else like this. He quickened his pace as he discovered he was reaching new heights in record time. He turned his head a little and was now facing Tobias; it was difficult to focus on the boy's face because they were so close. He closed his eyes and moved his head in, his lips finding the soft warm lips they sought. They writhed and kissed. Before Elliot knew it, Tobias was the first to reach a sudden climax. He felt the boy tense and shudder in his arms. Tobias' hand clenched tightly around Elliot's cock, which was just too much for him. His balls tightened, climbed up, and then… fireworks. Tobias had not released his grip during his own climax, and the tight clamp around Elliot's cock made his orgasm extremely intense and long lasting. He still couldn't produce copious amounts of cum, for which he was insanely grateful at the moment, as it would have been a bloody mess otherwise, but it felt like he had spewed liters.

Both boys laid next to each other on the mattress, catching their breaths as they came down from their respective highs.

"That," Tobias exclaimed, "was the best!"

Elliot was relieved to learn that his unexpected attack had not pushed the boy too far. In fact, he seemed to have enjoyed it a lot. "So, I take it you didn't mind?" he asked.

"No way," Tobias said, "I only realized just now how you might actually like it. I had no idea you would like it this much though!"

Elliot exhaled a sigh. Keeping secrets was apparently proving difficult in this camp. So he decided to follow his instincts and come clean, telling the truth. "You know, I think I'm gay," he admitted to Tobias.

Tobias rolled onto his side, looked at Elliot, and kissed him gently on the cheek. "And perhaps a little dimwitted," he added, causing Elliot's brows to raise, "I am as well." Tobias said it quietly; he'd never said it out loud to anyone before, not even to his younger brother.

Elliot cracked a grin. Just his luck, one of the first friends he made at camp turns out to be gay as well. Why couldn't this happen to him at home, but only here at camp? He'd been hoping to meet someone like Tobias. Okay, maybe he expected his ideal boyfriend material to be closer to his own age. But, when you think about it, just over a year isn't that much of a difference at all, as he quickly calculated. His parents were eight years apart in age, but he reasoned that it didn't matter as much when you got older. Tobias was probably only one class behind him in school.

He noticed a cold, wet patch forming on his skin and realized he needed to clean it up. He looked around for his shorts, but all he could find were Tobias' underwear. He grabbed them and lifted them into the air. "Do you mind?" he asked, pointing to the mess. Elliot continued cleaning himself and the stuff that had landed on Tobias, as Tobias shook his head.

He sat back up, more or less clean. He turned to face the sleeping Jack, who had rolled over and now had his back to them. He realized he was naked in the tent of the two brothers, and despite having just spent a very intimate moment with Tobias, he began to feel very exposed. Tobias truly appeared tired, satisfied, and deliciously exposed on his open sleeping bag. For a brief moment, Elliot considered staying in the tent and seeing if they could squeeze the three of them inside. But he was afraid of what would happen when Jack awoke in the morning. He was not ready to be found out like that with the kid's older brother.

"I'm sorry Tobe, I think I gotta go," he said.

Tobias was sorry; he wished he could have kept Elliot a little longer. Having the opportunity to hold another boy in his arms had been eye-opening. But he was also extremely tired, and he struggled to keep his eyes open. He only managed to mumble, "Good night," before falling asleep.

Elliot gathered his belongings, but he felt a little silly getting dressed for the two steps it would take him to get to his tent. He took a moment to wrap the sleeping bag around Tobias. He then looked outside, realizing the boys' tent had remained open all this time. It was cloudy, and very dark, he would risk it. He quickly grabbed his belongings, shuffled out of the tent, and closed both zippers.

Without fully standing up, trying to stay at least a tiny bit hidden between the tents, he moved over to his own tent and quickly entered. When he turned on his tent light, he noticed how empty and cold it was. Especially since it was much larger than the tent he had just traipsed though. He didn't put on any other clothes because he preferred sleeping naked. He hurriedly crawled into his own sleeping bag, closed it, and listened to the sounds of a mostly silent camp. Every now and then, he could hear just a bit of noise coming from different directions. He dozed off softly as well, his mind wandering to his most recent memory of Tobias, Jack, and their tent.

Chapter 6

Tobias and Jack awoke in their tent the next morning. On the canvas of their tent, a light drizzle could be heard. Jack was surprised to find himself waking up naked in his sleeping bag. He couldn't remember returning to their tent the night before.

Tobias had a whole different thing to recollect from the night before. For a brief moment, he believed it had all been a dream. He couldn't remember when Elliot had left, but he wasn't in their tent anymore. When he looked over at Jack, he noticed that his younger brother was also waking up. Should I tell him? Tobias pondered. He decided against it, not without discussing it first with Elliot.

Jack crawled out of his sleeping bag and noticed it was quite a lot colder today. Naked, he sat on his back and went through his bag to find something appropriate to wear. Feeling how cold it was, and hearing the light rain on the tent, he decided he'd wear slacks and a jumper. Perhaps even his jacket. As he got dressed, he looked over at his older brother, who was now also getting out of his sleeping bag.

Tobias was as naked as he was, which surprised Jack. That hardly ever happened, Tobe always slept in his undies, at the very least. Another thing he noticed was that his older brother was sporting some serious morning wood and wasn't trying to hide it as he usually did. What had happened to his prudish brother?

As Jack continued to dress, he noticed that his brother was dressed almost identically. The same color slacks and the same jumper. Their mother liked getting them matching sets as if they were twins. The only difference was that Tobias was wearing undies, while Jack had chosen not to wear any. But who was going to notice such a minor detail?

After both boys had gotten dressed, they put away their bags and tried to put their tent back in order. Tobias was quick in hiding his soiled underwear when he found them. They had almost been stuffed beneath Jack's pillow. That could have been awkward! He stuffed them in the bag in which everything was supposed to go that needed to get washed. They would get around to that later in the week as they started running out of clothes.

Dressed and ready, both boys emerged from the tent. Outside, everything seemed to be wet. Not drenched, but they could see some small trickles of water running down the outside of their tent. The wet grass beneath their sneakers was also quickly beginning to soak through the fabric of their shoes. Their dry socks were not going to last long in these conditions.

Elliot's tent had just opened as they were closing theirs, and they saw him getting out as well. He appeared to be prepared for the wilderness, dressed in dark cargo pants, heavy boots, and a camo hoodie.

Elliot had discovered that his stubbed toe had more or less healed, so he had removed the bandage. In his boots, it wouldn't have been very comfortable anyway. It was still smarting a little, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

To Elliot's surprise, both brothers were up at the same time as himself. He had gotten up somewhat early and as he looked around, hardly anyone else could be seen between the tents. Most kids must still be sleeping. He had some trouble waking up early as he was getting older, but he still liked getting up early whenever possible. Normally, at camp, he might be greeted by an amazing sunrise over the lake, but that did not appear to be on the schedule for today. The sky was overcast and a light drizzle fell from it. The sun was nowhere to be seen, though it must already be up, seeing how light it already was.

When Elliot felt Jack's arms wrap around him in a bear hug, he was surprised. "Well hello, good morning sunshine!" he said as he ruffled Jack's hair. He felt another set of slightly larger arms wrap around him after a brief moment. Tobias was also hugging him, which caught Elliot off guard. Tobias had not really appeared to be a big hugger so far. At least, not until late last night, as he remembered vividly. A grin appeared on his face as he remembered last night. Throughout yesterday, though, Tobias had come across as slightly reserved. Very much in contrast to his younger brother, who was an absolute extrovert.

Despite the cold, Elliot felt himself warming up between the two brothers. Not just from their bodies, but the physical sensation of being appreciated was not something he often got. Not like this. Relaxing into it, he felt he could get used to this. Despite his efforts to persuade them otherwise, his own family was not fond of hugging. Something he missed very much.

The boys let go, and Elliot took a look at his watch. It was only six-thirty, very early indeed. Even though the sun wasn't there, he was hoping the lake would still be an impressive sight. He motioned for Jack and Tobias to follow him, and together they started walking down the dirt path to the communal area. They would have to cross it and go past the equipment shed at the other end to get to the lake. Unsurprisingly, there was no one at the campfires and the main building still looked dark and closed.

The lake came into view as they walked around the shed. A sandy beach ran along the shore, gently sloping into the water. On the right, there was a wide floating dock that stretched several meters across the water. The dock was used not only to get in and out of the canoes but also to see who could make the biggest splash when jumping into the lake.

They walked up the dock until they reached the end. The dock was high enough that they could sit on the edge and dangle their legs without getting their feet wet, or rather, any wetter.

The drizzle stopped as the three of them sat down, and it appeared that it was still progressively becoming brighter outside. Because the cold air could now reach the water unhindered, a mist formed across the lake's surface, indicating that the lake itself was still quite warm.

"You know, this view is even better when the sun's out," Elliot said, taking in the still impressive sight. "The sunrise across this lake looks amazing." All three boys continued looking at the lake, mesmerized. It was absolutely quiet, except for a few birds that were just waking up. This far away from the camp, you would not hear any of the campers, not even when they went to the main building. The breeze swept the wisps of mist into motion, and the boys pointed out figures they saw appearing. A horse, a man, somebody dancing.

Elliot was sitting on the left, with Tobias on his right and Jack next to his brother. They were huddled up close, as it was still rather cold outside. Elliot felt his hip and leg touch Tobias. Yesterday, that would have seemed a completely normal thing. After last night, he could not help but remember Tobias pressed up against him in a totally different way. But, with Jack here, he could not let either of them know what he was feeling. He might freak out Tobias as well, as he did not know how much Jack knew about his brother being gay. Tobe had told him he had not yet told anyone, but Jack seemed to know plenty of other things as well. The kid wasn't stupid. He sighed, partly because of the wonder of what he was seeing and in equal part because of the wonderful things he was feeling.

After having been sitting there for who knew how long, Jack suddenly stood up. "Sorry guys, I gotta go, again," he said, holding the front of his pants again. That's the problem with tiny bladders.

Elliot got up as well, figuring they'd have to hike back to the toilet building, so Jack could relieve his poor bladder. However, as he got up and was giving Tobias a hand to get up as well, Jack just stood at the edge of the dock and started fiddling with his pants. The button opened and the zip came down. It looked like Jack did not intend to go back to the campsite.

Elliot shrugged, continued lifting Tobias, and decided to follow suit. He stood at the edge as well and started undoing his pants. Jack by now had his pants undone, but without any underwear to give a little resistance, his pants just plummeted down to his feet, leaving him halfway exposed to the elements.

Jack could feel the cold air brush against his bottom. It sent a shiver up his spine, and the cold momentarily seemed to freeze up the urgent need to piss he had felt. He looked to his left and saw that Elliot was now also at the edge and was just fishing out his dick from his underwear. Elliot's pants didn't fall down, Jack's mouth did. Compared to himself, and even his brother, Elliot was huge. Not as big as he had seen on some grownups at the pool, but to his ten-year-old eyes, still pretty impressive!

Tobias was now left looking at the two boys who were getting ready to take a leak in the lake. He was not sure if he dared join in. He had difficulty peeing outdoors where other people could see him, even when he could hide behind a tree or some bushes. Here, there was no place to hide.

Then he considered that he'd seen his younger brother naked plenty of times, and Elliot was not exactly going to get a big surprise either. Though Jack would not know that. Oh hell, he thought and got on the edge as well while unzipping his pants.

In just a few seconds, all three of them were standing on the edge, one of them presenting a bright white butt to the world. Dicks in hand, Jack was the first to let his stream flow. He sighed in relief. Elliot followed with a significantly stronger stream, and he tried crossing streams with Jack. Tobias' anxious bladder decided to relax as well after hearing all the clatter on the water from the other boys. He joined in on the swordplay with the boys' piss streams. He had not realized how full his bladder had been, and he surprised the other two boys when he shot his stream way further than them.

As the streams subsided and ended in some drips that had to be shaken off, none of the boys hurried in getting their dicks back in their pants. They were looking at each other, and not making it a very big secret. It's a thing boys do. When you have a good chance to compare, you take your time. Even though he was the youngest, Jack was surprised as he felt a spike appear between his fingers, he was getting hard fast!

Elliot was looking at Tobias and Jack in turn. Both brothers looked a lot alike, but Tobias was definitely further along in development. He had a clearly defined, hanging nutsack and his dick was no longer just what you'd see on a young boy. He was right on the cusp of puberty. He looked beyond Tobias and saw Jack standing there with a tiny but rock hard cocklet between his fingers. A single drop of urine still hanging from the flap of foreskin that hung from the end. Both boys were uncircumcised, just like him.

Before Elliot could get worried about getting hard himself, they were all brought out of their reverie by the sound of a whistle blowing once. Had they been here this long?

Jack bent over quickly, grabbed his pants and hoisted them up. Pulling up the zipper extra carefully, he had learned this the hard way when he had stopped wearing underwear, he was quickly decent again. Elliot and Tobias took a second longer, looking at each other and into each other's eyes. Then they put their bits away as well and turned around. Jack had been too busy to notice the exchange.

They hurried back to the campsite, past the shed, and were among the first to arrive at the main building's doorway. Again, Hugo was there to guide everyone in and he appeared to be doing a headcount as everyone filed in.

The boys found David at the same place at their table and they joined him. Elliot had not forgotten how much David had helped him when he had arrived at the camp and he quickly hugged David to say good morning, then he sat down as well.

Hugo gave another brief introductory speech, reminding everyone of the day's program and that they had better decide what they wanted to do. He indicated that the middle table could go first to the serving line this time, followed by the table to its left. It wouldn't be long before Jack, Tobias, and Elliot got their turn.

Breakfast was frantic and loud. It appeared that many of the kids had gotten to know each other and were now chatting amongst themselves.

Before they knew it, the boys were putting away their trays again and got David's consent to leave the table.

The evening before, at the campfire, Tobias and Elliot had also discussed what they wanted to do today. Both thought that going bushcrafting with camp leader Scott sounded like a lot of fun, though both were a bit afraid they'd end up roasting snails or eating worms by the end of the day. Jack actually looked excited at the prospect of eating worms, and he was all in on the boys' plans. Funny guy.

They could see Scott busy gathering supplies from the shed as they walked out. The boys assumed he was gathering baskets for collecting things from the forest. In addition, there was a small pile of shovels. The three of them walked over to Scott, who just returned with another arm full of baskets.

"Hi guys," Scott said as he turned to face the boys. "You weren't going to join me in the woods today, were you?" he inquired, putting down the baskets.

"Yes, and we're going to eat worms!" exclaimed Jack, nodding enthusiastically.

Scott pulled up his nose in disgust, "I'm not too sure about the worms," he said, "but there are some fantastic mushrooms out there!"

Tobias looked shocked, he had always been told never to eat mushrooms from the forest. You could die!

Scott noticed the boy's expression, "Good, I see you know you should never just eat any mushroom you find!" He got a small pocketbook from one of the large pockets on his trousers. 'A guide to wild mushrooms'. He threw it to Tobias, who only just managed to catch it.

"Each of you will be given one of these. And before you get to try any mushrooms, I want you to look up and name all of the mushrooms you've discovered," Scott explained. "And if you get them right, and I'm sure nobody will be dying or tripping out of their minds tonight, I'll show you how to clean and prepare them."

Tobias leafed through the book. There were very clear pictures of all kinds of mushrooms, and you could easily see which were edible, and which were dangerous.

"Most of these can be eaten I see," he told Scott, "I thought most mushrooms were dangerous, but there's just a few of them in here."

"That's right," Scott explained, "Most dangerous mushrooms don't even look very appetizing. They are brightly colored, or slimy. It's the ones that look like they are trying to hide that you want to get," he wiggled his finger now. "But you still have to be careful and I want to check each and every one!"

The boys would not even dare take a chance with mushrooms. But it was thrilling that they would be gathering things that would be either delicious… or lethal!

By now, more kids were gathering outside and a small group was forming around Scott and the boys. There were about as many girls as there were boys. Elliot did a quick headcount, and he thought he counted about twenty in their group. He had to guess a little, as everybody kept moving.

Scott stood up on a log that sat next to the shed, making a perfect little podium for him to get everyone's attention. He clapped his hands and everyone turned around to face him. Quickly all the kids quieted down and Scott knew he had their attention now.

"Okay, campers," he began, looking around at everyone, "we're going shopping in the forest today!" He indicated the baskets at his feet. "You will divide into groups of two or three and everyone grabs a basket, a shovel and one of these guidebooks." He pointed at a stack of guidebooks in one of the baskets.

"Now, this is very important, you will also be gathering mushrooms today. We have had a few wet days over the past two weeks, so there should be plenty," he looked at them all with a warning look. "Mushrooms can be very dangerous! I don't want any of you trying a mushroom before you have shown them to me and told me which of the edible mushrooms you think it is, you can use your guidebook for that."

"There is more to find than just mushrooms, there should also still be some blackberries left on the bushes. You can eat those on the go if you want. I suggest you also look for some herbs and plants to make a nice tea. You might be surprised to know that nettle is very good for making tea, and very healthy as well. Just be careful not to get stung, avoid touching the leaves barehanded."

"If you're lucky, you may even find some chestnuts or hazelnuts, they are perfect for roasting." Scott continued. "There is one important rule I want you to keep in mind though," he said, "if you're in doubt if you can eat it, just leave it alone. Don't pick anything or damage anything that you may not be using. We're a guest in the forest and we should treat it with respect!"

Scott had finished his brief speech, but everyone was waiting to see if there would be more. Feeling a little awkward and unsure of how to proceed, he did a little bow as if he were in a theatre and stepped off the log. The kids caught on, and quickly a few groups were starting to form. Naturally, the boys formed a group of three.

Going from group to group, Scott made sure everyone was paired up and ready to go. He sent one of the girls back to her tent to get some proper pants because the skimpy shorts she had been wearing were bound to get her some scrapes and scratches as she went through the forest.

When he was satisfied that everyone was ready and well-supplied, he told them to return by noon. "Don't worry about the lunchtime whistle; we'll be cooking out today and making our own lunches with what we've gathered!" Most of them were surprised; they realized they'd have to eat what they gathered. And if they didn't want to go hungry, they'd better gather enough!

Scott clapped his hands again to get everyone's attention and began walking out to the forest's edge. Behind him, a line of campers formed, and everyone followed Scott along the dirt path, between the tent fields, to the dark edge of the coniferous forest. There were actually trees of all kinds, not just pines, but when you inhaled deeply, you could clearly smell that the majority of the trees were evergreens. The sweet scent of pine resin permeated everything.

As the boys stepped through the first line of trees, it felt as if they had gotten swallowed up by the forest and had entered an entirely different world.

Scott gave a few more words of warning, cautioning everyone not to pass any yellow marked trees. And off he sent all the teams. He himself would be going through the forest as well, checking in on all the teams whenever he encountered a group.

Jack dashed ahead of the boys, he looked eager to get away from everyone else. He gestured to the boys to keep up and the three of them quickly penetrated the forest. At first, they lost sight of everyone, but they could still hear the other groups whenever someone exclaimed they had made a find. But soon, the sounds also disappeared and all they could hear was themselves, birds and the rustling of pine needles and leaves. The weather had slightly improved. It wasn't sunny, but at least it had stopped raining. The forest was still slightly damp from the rain in the morning.

Tobias had gotten the guidebook out and was leafing through it. Elliot was keeping an eye out for anything they might be able to scavenge. But it was Jack who hollered out first that he had found something. The boys quickly went over to Jack, who had still been running ahead of them.

Next to Jack was a huge blackberry bush and there were still plenty of blackberries left for picking. Elliot picked one and it almost squished between his fingers, it was that ripe. He stuck it in his mouth and it was mouthwatering sweet and delicious. He couldn't help moaning in excitement. These were the best blackberries ever! He picked another, ate it, and moaned again, eliciting a badly suppressed giggle from Tobias.

Jack and Tobias got stuck in as well. Probably as many blackberries into the boy's mouths, as went into the basket. In fifteen minutes, all three of them had purple fingers and lips. What a treat. Finding good blackberries to pick became harder after a while, and soon there seemed to be none left. All three boys looked satiated.

"What a find, Jack!" Elliot praised the boy, who returned a purple grin in turn. "Now let's go see if we can find some mushrooms!"

The three of them spread out but were careful to stay within sight of each other. Soon they realized that most mushrooms could be found on dead trees, not on living ones. They started focusing on some old logs and Tobias soon spotted some big mushrooms. "Look!" he exclaimed.

He pointed to be a big plume of what must be a very strange mushroom indeed. It looked more like lettuce, or a head of cauliflower. He took out his guide again and started comparing it to pictures. Soon, he found a match.

"Ha," he exclaimed, "I knew it!" He pointed the big mushroom out to Jack and Tobias. "See how it looks just like a cauliflower? Guess what, it's actually called a cauliflower mushroom!"

When Jack pressed his finger against it, he discovered it to be surprisingly dense and resistant, almost meat like. He had anticipated it being soft and slimy. "How do we, uhm, pick it?" he asked, looking at it from every angle, trying to figure out how to get it loose.

Elliot carefully placed the small shovel they had been given under the mushroom, and gently wedged it underneath. With a couple of twists of his wrist, the mushroom sprung loose and Jack could only just catch it.

"That did it," Elliot said, smiling.

Tobias pointed at the other mushrooms. "Let's get those as well," he said. The boys made quick work of picking the other mushrooms, one handling the shovel, another catching the cauliflower-like mushroom.

In a couple of minutes, half their basket was full. They had blackberries and these heads of 'cauliflower'. They decided to continue onwards.

After a couple of minutes, Jack was again the first to make a discovery, he had found a big yellow paint mark on a tree. As the boys looked to the left and right, they noticed there was a line of trees that were all marked the same way, clearly, this was the edge of where they were allowed to go by themselves.

Tobias skipped over to the next tree, and he noticed a steep decline right behind the tree. It looked like it might be just about possible to get up or down, but only just. But as he peered down, he could see a big walnut tree down there, walnuts littered all over the forest floor.

"Guys, quick, I've found the motherlode!" and Tobias pointed down at the huge walnut tree.

"But, it's behind the yellow line," Jack remarked, sounding very hesitantly. He knew where this was going. Once Tobe had his mind on something, there would be no stopping him.

"Sure, but look, it's only a little bit down this hill, and we can climb right back up once we have enough," Tobias tried to reason. He loved walnuts!

Elliot looked as hesitant as Jack, he knew he'd be the tie-breaker either way. Would he go down and fill the rest of the basket with walnuts, or would they stick to the rules and continue looking for something else? It really looked like it would be a problem to get up or down, it was steep, but there were hardly any obstacles.

Finally, he shrugged. "Let's go get us some walnuts," he decided.

Jack whimpered a little, but he was not about to be left behind on top. His brother was already scooting down the slope on his behind, it was almost like sledding down a snow hill. He sat himself down on the edge and scooted forward. Quickly he found the layer of leaves sliding quite easily beneath him, and he rushed down behind Tobias, quickly followed by Elliot.

As they slid to a stop at the bottom, Jack looked back up. It looked much higher from down here than it had looked deep from up there. For just a moment, he wondered how they were going to get back up. Then he felt the first walnut crunch beneath his feet.

Jack saw that both Elliot and his brother were already busy picking up fallen walnuts. Checking to see if they were still intact and not rotten. He decided to join in and pulled out his shirt a bit so that he could collect the walnuts he picked in it by holding it out like a basket. The cool breeze on his bare belly tickled a little, making him giggle.

Elliot looked over at the giggling Jack and noticed he was holding out his shirt to collect walnuts, he wondered what had made him giggle like that. "What?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm getting forest tickles," Jack said, finding his newfound word incredibly funny and now actually laughing. A couple of his gathered walnuts fell out of his shirt basket.

Elliot just shook his head. Apparently, this is ones ten-year-old's humor and it went over his head. Momentarily, he felt incredibly old, despite being only three years older. He looked a bit longer at Jack, he was awfully cute, standing there with his shirt pulled out and halfway up his chest.

Jack looked over and noticed Elliot staring, "Hey, a picture lasts longer!" he quipped. Elliot quickly realized that he had been very obviously staring and he had been caught in the act.

"Sorry, you just look cute like that, little guy," he apologized.

Jack quickly did a very model-like pose, one hand on his side, his hand under his chin, looking very coy. "Why, thank you, sir!" And he laughed as he rushed up to a new spot with walnuts.

Elliot shook his head again, these guys! He did feel he was getting more and more relaxed around them. Though, he still did not think that he and Tobias should tell Jack just how relaxed they had gotten back in the tent, while he was asleep. A blush gathered on his cheeks as he remembered the night's events. He could still clearly feel Tobe's hand on his dick, and the thought made him tent right up in his pants. He walked over to Tobias, looked if Jack was busy, and as he made to bend down and pick something up, he slid his hand into the back pocket of Tobias' pants, grabbing a handful of ass and squeezing just a little bit.

Tobias shot up, startled. He had not expected to feel his butt squeezed. He dropped the walnut he had just picked up and he looked over his shoulder at Elliot as he bent back down.

Quietly he whispered, "What are you doing, Jack might see!" He sounded worried.

Elliot looked over at Jack, who still had his back turned to them and had all his attention on the new load of walnuts he had found.

Softly, Elliot squeezed again, eliciting a soft moan from Tobias. "I couldn't help myself, I was thinking about last night." Now it was Elliot's turn to giggle. He felt a bit giddy. Actually, he thought he recognized the feeling he had. Last year, he had secretly drunk half a glass of beer at a party they were at. He had gotten a bit tipsy and had felt the same giddy feeling he had now in his stomach. A bit light-headed, perhaps even a little reckless.

Tobias looked over his other shoulder and saw that Jack was indeed not looking. Quickly, he turned back, and before he could hesitate, he planted a kiss right on Elliot's lips. His heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. The idea of getting caught by Jack as he was secretly kissing someone, a boy, was a huge adrenaline rush. And an even bigger turn on. The kiss lingered for a moment, he could feel Elliot trying to get some tongue, but that was just a bit too much for right now. He broke away and stepped a bit to his right, Elliot's hand slipping out of his back pocket. And he could feel each individual finger caress his butt as they slipped out of the pocket.

Both boys were now panting from excitement and deeply flushed in the face. Hormones were a bitch!

"Look!" They heard Jack yell out, and that quickly brought them back to the here and now. They looked where Jack was pointing and in between the trees they could see a wall made of stacked logs.

As they were already down here, and being normal curious boys, they did not hesitate and quickly went to investigate. As they neared the wall, they saw that there were no doors or windows on this side, so they continued down the wall to the right and stopped at the edge. Would it be safe to walk to the other side? What if there was anyone in there? Was this someone's house?

Elliot, being the oldest, decided he also had to be the bravest, so he quickly peered around the corner. Not seeing anyone, he stepped around the wall and looked around. There was a bit of a clearing here and on this side, there was a door and even a shuttered window.

He stepped over to the door and he heard the two brothers follow in his steps. He noticed a small sign right to the left of the door. It read "Camp Greenfields – Natural Forest baths".

Out of curiosity, Elliot tried the handle on the door, and to his surprise, the door was not locked. As he stepped in, he noticed it was not very dark inside. There were skylights on the roof that brought in quite a lot of light. He decided that, if this was the property of Camp Greenfields, and the door was not locked, it would surely not be a problem if he, a seasoned camper of Camp Greenfields, entered.

He heard Tobias hissing his name from the door, "Elliot!"

He continued in and waved for Tobias to come in as well. Tobias stuck his head through the door, looked left, looked right, and as he didn't see anyone, he stepped in as well. Quickly followed by Jack, who was again not wanting to be left behind.

As Elliot stepped further into the large cabin-like structure, he noticed it was much warmer in here than it had been outside, and humid. As his eyes got accustomed to the darker interior, he noticed that what had looked like a big black square was actually a pool of water. It was surrounded by a wooden pathway. Obviously, it was a kind of pool. To his left, there was another door that led to a kind of secluded room. He stepped closer and now that he could see more clearly, he could read a small sign on the door. "Sauna, no clothes allowed. No mixed entry."

Tobias was now also getting accustomed to the light and he whistled through his teeth in amazement. "Gosh, it's a freaking pool!"

Jack clung to his brother, very apprehensive of the strange and somewhat dark environment. As he heard 'pool', he looked up and realized as well that the big black square was indeed a pool full of very still water. He let go of his brother and moved closer to the pool. Getting on his knees he stuck his hand out to feel the water. To his surprise, the water was very warm, almost like when they ran the bath at home at a very high temperature. "It's really hot!" he exclaimed.

It was as if Jack had yelled in a library. The cabin was extremely quiet and Jack's voice seemed to bounce off of the water surface and reverberate a little in the cabin. The pool must be easily a few meters wide. Elliot joined Jack and knelt down to feel the water. It really was very warm. Almost uncomfortable. He looked around, he had not seen any sign of there being electricity in the cabin or anything that looked like water or gas pipes.

"I don't get it, how come it's warm? There's no heating here," he wondered out loud.

Tobias had wandered to the other wall where he could see a big wooden board that had something writing on it. He started reading and quickly understood what they had found.

"Guys, listen," he said. "This pool is actually a natural hot spring. They built the cabin right on top of it so that it doesn't get full of leaves and dead animals," he continued reading.

"Oh wow," he exclaimed, "the sign says the spring is free for use for any Camp Greenfields campers who find it, as long as you leave the cabin as clean as you have found it. And there should also be a sauna!"

Jack jumped up and quickly turned to Elliot as he was the oldest person present. "Pleaasssee!!!" he started pleading, "can we get in!?" Jack was actually jumping up and down. Elliot looked at his watch. They still had plenty of time, and they did not even need to be back exactly at lunchtime. He looked at Tobias, who was now investigating the door that lead to the sauna.

"What do you think, Tobe?" he asked.

Jack now rushed over to his brother and started jumping up and down next to him.

"I guess we'd better, or this water rat will not give us the time of day for the rest of camp," he said.

Elliot shrugged. The sign clearly said they were allowed to be in here, they had gathered a full basket of edibles. He did not see any harm in taking a break. Plus, he preferred a hot bath over the camp showers any day. Then he realized, they had not brought any swimming gear.

"What about, uhm, our clothes?" he indicated what they were wearing. But as he was still finishing his sentence, Jack was already stripping down to his undies. Looking a moment at both Jack and Elliot, the undies were quickly tossed on the pile of his clothes.

"Well, I guess that answers that, I take it we're skinny-dipping," Elliot said.

Tobias looked a bit more hesitant, "Are you sure it's safe?"

Elliot thought for a moment. "Wellll, strictly speaking, we are not really supposed to be here either, as this spring is outside of the yellow line. So I don't think we'll have to worry about any of the other kids out there gathering to bother us."

That made sense to Tobias, and he started to push off his shoes.

Jack was already at the water's edge and was sitting on his bare bottom at the side of the pool, carefully trying to dip in a toe. Elliot wished he had a camera on him. It was a shame that they weren't allowed to hold on to their phones at camp. He would just have to try real hard to form a mental picture. The cute, nude, ten year old looked like someone from a vintage postcard. Back from the time when people always went swimming naked. He had found some old YMCA photos in which kids were getting swimming lessons, in the nude! It was the norm back then. How times change!

Tobias had, by now, pulled off his shirt and was standing there in just his pants. Elliot quickly followed the brother's lead and got to stripping down as well. He neatly folded his clothes though and put them to the side on a small wooden bench.

As he folded his pants and put them down together with his shirt and underwear, he had his back to both Tobias and Jack. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his bare bottom. He nearly tossed over his neatly folded stack of clothes and noticed Tobias was standing right behind him, giving him payback for earlier under the tree. His hand was almost in his buttcrack and he could feel Tobe's pinky finger almost caressing his hole. NO, this was not the time to bone up! he thought loudly to himself. Not that had ever helped. Tobias quickly relented though, knowing it was much easier to get caught now that Jack was not as distracted.

They walked over to Jack and sat down as well at the water's edge. Jack was to Elliot's left, Tobias to his right.

All three of the boys had by now pretty much adjusted to the dim light in the cabin and they could see that there was a kind of stone bench in the water. The water was incredibly clear, it was just very dark. Most modern pools had underwater lighting, but, this being in the middle of a forest, there were no lights other than the skylights on the roof.

Jack had both legs in the water by now and had firmly planted his feet on the stone bench. Elliot found the water to be hot, but tolerable, so he quickly got both legs in as well. As he stood up, he felt he was still partway to getting a boner, and before Jack could notice, he decided to sit down in the water and hide his predicament in the dark waters of the pool. He felt the hot water rush up along his body, reaching chest height. Jack followed his example, and the water came up to his neck. He could hardly keep his head above water.

Spluttering, Tobias was now getting in the water as well, but as he did, he slipped and went in all the way. As he got up, his long blonde hair was now wet and clinging to his head. The water came to Tobias' shoulders.

Jack was obviously struggling to keep his head above the water, the seat was just a little bit too deep for him.

Before Elliot could react, Jack was suddenly scooting over and planting his ass in Elliot's lap. "Sorry, I need a seat," Jack explained. As if it was the most natural thing in the world to plant your ass on someone's lap. Pretty much straight on Elliot's dick.

Elliot looked quite shocked, and Tobias laughed as he saw the expression on his friend's face. He wiped some wet hair out of his eyes. "Sorry dude, my brother has no regard for people being naked. He does this with me all the time as well in the bath," he said.

Elliot's eyes grew wider, they both went to bath at the same time? His mind quickly spun some very hot images into his imagination, and having Jack's little butt wiggle on his dick was not helping things. He could not help it, he felt blood rush into his dick and he was about the get the boner of all boners!

"Uhm, Jack, you'd better get off…" he tried to say, but Jack had already felt something poking up on his behind. Jack reached down and back, and slid his hand between his butt and Elliot's lap, getting a good feel of a rather swollen cock.

"Someone's happy to see me!" He said. Feeling a bit more he added, "Gosh, you're bigger than Tobe!"

Jack's hand on his now full-on boner caused Elliot to involuntarily moan. "Yeah, but I'm older and I'm sure you normally don't feel up your brother like you're doing me!"

Jack quickly realized what he was doing and let go. "Sorry," he whimpered. He had shared many baths with Tobias and had often sat in his lap, but he had indeed never tried feeling up his own brother. It was just something that would never cross his mind while in the bath. Sure, he loved looking at Tobias and recently had been very intrigued by the changes he had seen happening to his brother's body, but he would never have dared touching him like he had just done to Elliot.

Elliot was still somewhat uncomfortable having his boner wedged in between Jack's butt cheeks, but not having a hand touching him up released some of the tension that had been quickly building up.

"Well, I'm not sure if he's that much bigger than me," Tobias said, and he slid a bit closer. Again Elliot could feel a hand sliding between him and Jack, and for a moment he thought Jack had returned to groping him. But then he realized the hand was larger, it was Tobe's!

Jack was now trying to look down his back as well to see who was getting between him and the dick in his buttcrack, realizing it was his own brother. Even though he was only ten, he was no stranger to stiffies and he was now quickly getting one! He could feel Elliot's hard boner under him, and Tobias' hand was sliding over his wet and slick bottom. He scooted up a little and felt his brother's hand seize the moment and get a good handful of Elliot. He could feel that the hand started to slowly move up and down a little. No! Was he!? No way! Jack thought, realizing that his brother was slowly rubbing up and down Elliot's shaft.

Elliot's eyes were as big as owls! He could not believe what was happening. Just a moment ago, Tobias had been this careful eleven year old, afraid to get caught out by his brother and planting a quick kiss, or touching his behind. And now he was actively stroking him, with his brother almost planted on top of his dick! He felt the giddy, drunk, feeling coming over him again. He was both shocked, and terribly excited at the same time.

"Tobe," Elliot tried saying, but he did not really know what to say. He wanted this feeling to never stop, and he wanted it to stop right now because of Jack.

Jack wiggled his butt a little and then stood up, releasing Elliot's predicament at least a little.

He turned around and his stiff little cock was just above the waterline and almost against Elliot's chest. Jack looked down and was looking at what his brother was doing to their friend's cock.

"Look, Jack, this is how it's done," Tobias said, increasing the up and down motion on Elliot's dick. "This is real proper wanking. Remember, you wanted us to explain it?"

Now it all made sense to Jack, of course, they had promised to teach him what proper wanking was! That was what Tobe was doing. Intrigued, he stared down.

"How do you know how to hold it? And how long to keep going?" he asked, actually more interested in what he was about to learn than the fact that he was here with his brother and another boy, hard and naked.

"Well, you just have to remember what feels good for you, and try to do that as much as possible," Tobias said.

"But what if I don't know what the right way is and I'm doing it all wrong?" Jack asked, sounding worried.

Elliot was in seventh heaven and did not care about anything anymore. He reached in front of him and took Jack's little hard spike between two of his fingers. He tried pulling back on the foreskin, but it was still too tight to really get past the enclosed head. Give it some time, he thought, that'll become easier with plenty of practice! He carefully slid his fingers up and down as far as it would easily go, applying just a little bit of pressure. Slowly, he mixed things up by slightly twisting his hard around as well, almost making it look like he was milking a cow. With a teeny tiny teet. Jack's head fell back as waves of pure bliss went through his pelvis.

"Feel good?" his brother asked him. Jack could only nod vehemently. Elliot continued administering to Jack as Tobias was taking care of him. He was surprised to find it rather exciting to be holding such a little boy-dick, but he figured it must in part be because it was not just that, but that the boy's brother was right there too. He could feel Tobias squeezing his cock a little tighter, and he let out a loud moan.

"Look, if you do it just right, you can even hear if you're doing it right!" Tobias said in a very teacher-like tone.

Panting, Jack tried talking, "But when… when do the… the fireworks come?" As he said fireworks, his entire body tensed up and Elliot could feel the hard spike pulse in his fingers. Jack's eyes almost rolled back in his head and his knees started shaking. He plumped down ass first in the water and Elliot was forced to let go. Jack came back up and his face had a look of pure bliss on it as it came up from the water.

"That… was… the… best… EVER!" he said.

Tobias was now picking up speed on Elliot as well.

"Get ready for another lesson, Jack!" Tobias warned.

Jack looked askance and saw that Elliot was now slumped down on the seat, hands relaxed next to his body and his brother's arm pumping up and down fast on Elliot's cock. He could see the plump head of his cock emerging from Tobias' hand on each downstroke. Suddenly, Elliot took in a sharp breath and he arched his back. To Jack's surprise, Tobias stopped stroking on the downstroke and white strings of something appeared in waves from Elliot's dick.

"What's that? Is he peeing? In the pool!?" Jack exclaimed.

Elliot was too out of breath to answer, so Tobias continued his younger brother's sex education. "No, that's cum. Or, in school they'd say 'semen'," he explained. Jack tried to catch some in the water, but it drifted away from his hands and seemed to get caught in some kind of water current. It was being swept away from the boys to the edge of the pool.

"That's the baby stuff," Jack said, wisely.

"Only when you're old enough to make it, and you're with a girl, of course," Tobias said.

"Duh, boys don't get pregnant, even I know that!" Jack did not like being treated as if he knew nothing. He had heard plenty about sex, wanking and getting girls pregnant. Not that he was ever going to do that! Ewww! But he just didn't have any experience with how things really worked. It was not like books in school showed you how you do a proper wank, not as Elliot had just taught him.

Elliot was now beginning to come back from his high. He looked over at Tobias. "Lesson's over?" he asked.

Tobias looked at Jack, "Do you think you understand, now?" he asked.

Jack looked at his new friend and his brother, he could just see through the dark water that Elliot was no longer as hard as he had just been, but he could also see that his brother was still sporting some serious wood. He considered that both him and Elliot had had their 'fireworks'. It seemed really unfair to keep his brother from getting the same.

"Would it be, uhm, weird, if you showed me yourself as well?" Jack ventured. He was not sure how his brother would react.

Tobias seemed to consider this for a moment. "Well, it would be kind of odd to just be jacking off here all by myself. Especially to you. You are my brother."

Jack quickly shook his head, "It's not weird, it's awesome!" he put a lot of emphasis on the awesome.

Elliot decided to go for payback and he reached over to Tobias. Before Tobias could react, he had a firm grip on the boys boner. It felt almost larger than it had in the tent. Perhaps that was because of all the hot water, instead of being in the cold tent. Tobias was smaller than himself, obviously, but he felt like he had something really nice to get a grip on in his hand.

"Let me take care of that then, and we're even," Elliot said.

Jack quickly agreed, "Yes, that's only fair!"

Elliot chuckled a little, it was hard to believe how gullible the young boy was. To him, this was just the promised sex-ed lesson. For Elliot and Tobias, it was a great repeat of last night's events. Elliot had to praise Tobias for his quick thinking and turning the groping session into a sex-ed lesson!

Tobias was in no way going to deny a free hand job, not even with his brother watching carefully at everything that was happening to him. In fact, it was turning him on even more. He relaxed and relented to Elliot's hand. He closed his eyes and soon felt another hand stroking up his leg. He figured Elliot was going to go at it with both hands, nice! Then he felt a third hand squeezing a nipple. Wait, what? Three hands? His eyes shot open. There was Elliot, squeezing his left nipple. But Jack was now almost next to him and he had his hand down his legs on his thigh. It was almost touching where Elliot was slowly going up and down. Elliot felt the other hand close in and let go for a moment. Jack quickly grasped his brother's dick with his smaller hand, and Elliot closed his hand around it. He slowly guided Jack's hand in moving up and down in the same slow rhythm he had used before. Tobias thought he was losing his mind!

Elliot looked at Jack and as their eyes met, he winked at Jack and held up the finger of his other hand to his mouth, indicating to Jack to remain quiet. Jack nodded his head. Elliot looked at Tobias, and he still had his eyes closed. He increased the speed at which he was helping Jack stroke his brother to his 'fireworks' and then closed in for a kiss. Jack opened his eyes in surprise as he saw Elliot kiss his brother right on the mouth! Just like parents did! It was a good thing that Elliot was guiding Jack's hand, as he would have forgotten what he was doing with what he was seeing!

At first, Jack felt very confused. This was not a thing he had ever seen boys do! This was a thing boys and girls, or a man and a woman did. Then he remembered his hand wrapped around his brother's dick and realized that was not something he had ever heard boys doing to each other either. To themselves, yes, but not to one another. Still, it felt really good and he felt he was as hard as a nail again himself. But that kiss, it was mind blowing. When he saw kissing on tv, that was so normal, he hardly noticed. But this, his brother, Elliot, their mouths! And it wasn't a quick peck either. This was a serious kiss. It was like they were trying to eat each other!

He was still sliding up and down his brother's shaft as he suddenly felt the throbbing increase and he could hear Tobias moaning even though his mouth was still covered with Elliot's. He quickly looked through the water to see the white swirls but was surprised to see none.

"Hey, no white stuff!" he exclaimed surprised.

Tobias and Elliot disengaged and Elliot looked down as well, "Nope, not yet, but I'm sure your brother will be shooting as well soon. He just needs more practice."

"Did I shoot any white stuff?" Jack asked. He had not bothered to check.

Both Tobias and Elliot laughed, but Elliot answered. "Not for a while yet. You'll need to be around my age. Actually, I only just started myself. It's something you need to be old enough for, it's a puberty thing."

That explained it, Jack thought, another thing to wait for until he was older.

Tobias chimed in, "Be happy little bro, dry cums are the best! You get all the fun, without any of the mess, and you're ready to go again in minutes!"

Elliot agreed, well, mostly. "No mess is amazing, but I must tell you, if you thought dry cumming is fireworks, then actual cumming is like an atom bomb!"

Tobias and Jack both looked amazed at the thought.

Elliot worried about something else now, with all the talk about cumming and sperm. "Uhm, guys, do you know where uhm, mine has gone?" he asked.

Jack pointed to the side of the pool, "It floated away down there," he indicated.

Elliot moved over to the side of the pool and he could actually hear a kind of gurgling sound. He put his head close to the water and could just peer down under the wooden overhang. He could see a kind of grate through which the water flowed out. Of course, if it's a hot spring, hot water must be coming in from down in the ground, but it would need to get out somewhere as well. Cool, instant pool cleaning!

He pointed at what he had found and explained it to the other boys. That was a relief. They had to leave the pool as clean as they had found it, and leaving cum for someone else to find was a horrid idea!

Elliot looked up out of the pool and regarded the little sauna room for a moment. "Guys, have you ever been to a sauna?" He himself had never been to one.

Jack's hand quickly shot up, as if he wanted to tell something in class. Realizing he was rather underdressed for class, he put his hand down. "I have," he said, "it's the best!".

Tobias looked surprised. "When did you go to the sauna?" he asked.

"Mum used to take me there when she went. You were in school until late, and she'd take me to the sauna when she went," Jack said. "She called it mum-time, but she said I could have a little bit of mum-time as well if I didn't mind getting naked with people."

Tobias suddenly had a better understanding of why his younger brother was so casual in getting nude in front of other people. He wondered why his mother had never brought him. Then again, he was not sure if he would have liked getting nude with his mother. That was just… odd!

Elliot pointed at the sauna again, "Do you think we could try it?" he asked.

Jack, feeling very important now that he knew something the older guys knew nothing about, stood up and stepped out of the pool. "Well, let's check inside. I'll see if it's safe."

Elliot worried a little about that, could a sauna be dangerous? He figured it might be if it was too hot.

He quickly got out as well as he did not want Jack to take any risks, but Jack was already at the door and had pulled it open. He stuck his head in, looked around and came back out.

"Looks fine to me, not too hot either, good for newbies like you!" he laughed, and he disappeared behind the door.

Elliot and Tobias were not about to be called newbies and would not be bested by a sauna! They quickly got out themselves and joined Jack.

As they stepped in, they noticed that it was in fact a very little room, the three of them hardly fit in together. If Elliot would have had to guess, he'd say the sauna could fit either one grown adult or perhaps two or three kids. Well, since they were just the three of them, and by now didn't mind a tight squeeze, they sat themselves down on the wooden bench, legs and butts touching. The sauna must be heated through the same spring water that was in the pool, as there was no heater in sight. Just a big coil of copper pipes attached to the wall with some wooden latticework to protect you from touching it. The hot water must be running through the pipes.

It was not a very hot sauna, but as both Tobias and Elliot were new to saunas, they were quickly sweating profusely. Elliot kept wiping salt sweat from his head as it stung his eyes.

"So, how long do we stay in here?" he asked.

"Uhm, about fifteen minutes, I think," Jack answered.

Tobias looked around, noticed a small hourglass on a ledge, and turned it over. "I guess that's fifteen minutes," he said, watching the sand slowly moving down in the hourglass.

"And what do we do while we're here?" Elliot asked, already finding it a bit difficult to be sitting there quietly, in the dark, sweating like a pig.

"You just wait and relax. Or talk, but very quietly, you don't want to bother anyone or you will be sent out!" Jack hushed quietly.

Elliot looked around, "Yeah, right, it's the three of us. I don't think we'll be sent out," he laughed.

"Oh, yeah, right. But that's the rules at mum's sauna." Jack said in a normal tone again.

The boys sat quietly for a moment, each getting a bit lost in their own thoughts. Sitting there, quietly, not doing anything, caused all three of them to think about things that had been happening and how they felt about it.

"Guys," Jack asked quietly.

"Yes, what's up?" Tobias asked.

"Don't get mad at me, okay?" Jack asked.

"Why would we get mad at you? You didn't fart, did you?" Tobias asked.

Jack giggled, no he had not farted. "I was just thinking, about, in the pool. You guys kissing. And what we did. And what I did. Isn't that, uhm, kind of…" he was now barely audible, "kind of gay?"

Elliot and Tobias looked at each other. Elliot asked, "Does it really matter?"

Jack thought about it for a moment. In truth, he did not really mind if it felt this good. If this was gay, he did not understand why his friends were almost making jokes about things being gay, as if it's a bad thing.

"I guess not," Jack answered, "but it is very confusing."

Tobias nodded, "Yes, yes it is," he agreed.

Elliot agreed with the two brothers. "Would you mind if either of us was gay?" he carefully asked.

Jack vehemently shook his head. No, he was very certain it would not.

"Can you keep a secret? Something that's very important to me, and that I'm not yet ready for other people to know?" Elliot asked.

Jack nodded, sure he could, Elliot was by now one of his best friends!

"I am gay, and the only other person who knows is your brother, and now you," Elliot told Jack.

Jack was not really surprised after what he had seen, but he was surprised that Elliot had told this very big secret to him. He, somewhat, understood how difficult it might be to say. He would not dare tell something like that to any of his friends, they'd make fun of him all day!

Tobias shifted a little around on the bench. "And uhm.. to be very honest. I think I might be, but I'm not entirely sure yet."

Again, Jack was surprised. He had not expected to hear this from his brother. He thought he knew every little secret his brother had, and this was no little secret!

It made Jack wonder though, "Does that mean… that I'm gay too?" he asked, sounding slightly worried.

"Nah man, what we did, doesn't have to mean a thing," Elliot said, trying to reassure Jack. "Loads of guys try things out or do things just for fun. You've got plenty of time to decide what you want to be!"

That was actually a huge relief to Jack, and he hugged Elliot, then Tobias.

"So, you guys together, or what?" he asked as only an innocent ten-year-old can.

Tobias and Elliot looked at each other over Jack's head. Then Tobias closed his eyes and moved in closer. Elliot soon followed, and right above Jack, he witnessed his second big kiss. "Guess that's a yes," he said.

The rest of the time that the hourglass was counting down, nothing really happened in the sauna. It was way too hot to try anything, plus, it was a bit cramped. As the last few grains of sand finally slid down, the three boys jumped up and almost fell out of the door in their hurry to get out. Fifteen minutes can feel like centuries!

All three of them felt sweaty and dirty and they quickly jumped into the pool, no longer worried that it might be too hot. Not after that sauna!

The water quickly rinsed away all of the sweat and all three of the boys felt immensely clean.

They played in the pool for a while, splashing each other, and trying to pull each other down. Sometimes grabbing an ankle, or an arm, sometimes other dangling bits. In no time, all three of them were pretty exhausted.

Elliot got out of the pool and went to his clothes. He had put his watch into his shoe, so he would not lose it. He got it out and checked the time, it was 11:30 already, almost noon!

"Guys, we better get out and dried off. It's almost noon, we need to head back!" he said.

Quickly Jack and Tobias got out as well and they started looking around for something to dry themselves with. But, of course, there were no towels or anything, as they had not brought any.

Jack suddenly had a bright idea and he quickly put on just his shoes. He gathered his clothes and went to the door. Both Elliot and Tobias looked confused.

"You'll dry faster in the air outside," Jack explained, and he actually stepped out of the door, fully nude, leaving behind a bewildered Elliot and Tobias.

Both boys looked at each other and simultaneously shrugged. Both pulled on their shoes, gathered their clothes and the basket of food and they followed Jack outside. Dicks dangling for all and any to see, not that they expected any strangers out here.

At first, the light felt like it was blindingly bright. Next, they felt the cool breeze of the forest touch their skin. Gently caressing their arms, their legs. And, strangely, the breeze on their butts was very noticeable, like it was extra sensitive.

"Feel, forest tickles!" Jack exclaimed, twirling around like a dancing puppet.

Elliot understood now, yes, it felt like the forest was trying to tickle him. It felt amazing and freeing!

Tobias was feeling a little less adventurous, he kept looking around to make sure no one was coming down the path or from the forest. He was not yet this comfortable with public nudity.

Tobias quickly closed the door behind him, not wanting to let any of the warm air escape unnecessarily from inside. He turned around and a big grin started forming on his face, he was feeling quite proud of himself, overcoming his shyness. He found it amazing that this seemed to come so naturally to Jack and Elliot, it was really quite a challenge for him, his heart was racing in his chest. The increased blood flow led to another challenge, and he found himself boning up. Looking embarrassed for a second, he quickly realized that he did not need to be ashamed around either Elliot or Jack and that no one else was going to see him out here. He took his time and stretched out fully, putting everything very much on display.

Elliot was mesmerized for a moment, and then quickly snapped Tobias out of his stretch by pulling down on his hard dick and letting it slap up against his belly. "Seems like someone is getting over his hangups!" he said.

Jack giggled, "About time too! Perhaps now I'll no longer be the only one running around naked at home!"

Tobias huffed, "Don't count on it. I trust you guys, but my heart is still racing and afraid someone will come and see us." He thought for a moment and shuddered, "Can't imagine doing this around mum!"

"Ha, you think that's awkward?" Jack asked. "Consider having to see mum naked, and all her flappy bits!"

A cold shiver ran down Tobias' spine and his hard-on soon retreated into something almost resembling a micro-penis.

"That's worse than thinking about nuns!" Tobias said, shivering again. It was now no longer just the scare of thinking of his mother's naked body, he was cooling down quickly. The temperature difference between the hot spring inside and the cool forest air was quite big. "Let's get moving, I'm freezing my nuts off."

All three boys stuffed their clothes in the basket, for easier carrying, and started climbing back up the slope to get back to the yellow marked trees.

Jack slid down twice, as the incline was steeper than it had seemed going down, but finally, all three of them made it back up and they stood next to one of the yellow marked trees.

Elliot felt up and down his arms and noticed he was pretty much dry. "Guys, I know it's fun walking around naked and all, but I think we should get dressed and head back to camp. I'm sure we'll need to get ready for lunch." He seemed to be considering something for a moment, "I don't think we should walk in naked, and it is getting rather cold here between the trees."

Even Jack, the biggest nudist of the three of them, had to agree. His tiny nutsack was almost drawn back up into his body. All three of them fished their clothes out of the basket, got dressed and started heading home. Elliot's compass on his watch was a real help in getting a general direction, and after some time walking and dodging bramble bushes, they started hearing some sounds of the other campers in the forest. It looked like most of them were heading back to the campsite.

As they returned to the firepits, Scott was already there and he had a small fire going in one of the firepits. Some of the other teams were at the other firepits, apparently working hard on getting a fire started.

Scott took the basket from the boys and went through it, nodding approvingly, seeing the rich mixture of berries, mushrooms and nuts.

"Where did you guys find the walnuts? To the best of my knowledge, we don't have any walnut trees in the marked area," he asked.

Elliot was afraid the nuts might, well, bust their nuts, and get them caught out on leaving the marked area. He quickly said, "Must be something new then, it wasn't a very big tree."

Scott looked thoughtful for a moment but shrugged and let it go. "Well, hope you guys had a good time foraging. You look well-rested, and amazingly clean. You should have seen some of the mud monsters returning from the forest just now," and he pointed at some of the small groups. They did look like they tried bringing back as much of the forest as possible on their bodies.

Jack couldn't suppress a giggle, no way was he going to explain to Scott how they had gotten this clean! To Jack, Scott was an old guy. Though, he had to admit, a cool guy nonetheless.

"Okay, next challenge. You can't eat these mushrooms raw. You'll need a fire. And, to make things better, if you do manage to get a fire going, I'll even throw in some chicken to go with what you've gathered!" Scott explained.

He handed Elliot a firesteel, and Tobias got a handful of kindling. "Jack, you'll find firewood on the stack over there. Get some small pieces of wood first, to get the fire going, then feed it some bigger logs." Jack darted away, looking for good wood.

He slapped Tobias on his behind and pushed him towards one of the firepits, "Get going, my young padawan!"

They found an empty firepit, and as soon as Jack returned with some wood, they started getting a fire going. They were lucky to have Elliot on their team, he had done this plenty of times in the previous years at camp. "I'm starting the fire this time because we're running late, but you guys better built the next one!" he warned the two brothers.

In five minutes, they had a small fire going and they started feeding it bigger pieces of wood. Jack was sent off for the promised chicken and a grill and pan to put on the fire.

Like a real pro, Elliot got everything going and put the two brothers to work. Tobias was cutting up the mushrooms into manageable pieces and Jack was mushing together the pieces of chicken and the brambles. They were using part of the gathered brambles as a sweet marinade for the chicken pieces. It was starting to smell amazing.

With the pan warm, the now purple chicken and some of the walnuts went in and a sweet scent of bramble jam came from their fire. As if on cue, Elliot's tummy started rumbling again. Suddenly, a flash surprised them. Scott was doing the rounds with his camera and snapping photos of the campers preparing their meals. "Smells good, boys!" he complimented their cooking.

Jack was sent off again to find some plates and cutlery and they piled up their plates high. All of their adventures had made the boys ravenously hungry. Even Jack, the smallest of them, was wolfing down quite an amazing full plate of chicken and mushrooms. The bramble marinated chicken tasted amazing!

With their minds fully focused on their meal, they did not notice the appearance of a visitor at their campfire. "Well, well, well, look's like we have some wilderness chefs here."

Elliot looked up and saw David standing next to him. He looked at the leftover chicken and mushrooms in the pan, they still had some left. "Want to try some?" he asked David.

David sat down and nodded his head. Elliot got up, grabbed a spare plate and he put the last pieces of chicken and mushrooms on the plate. Looking around, he noticed they were all out of cutlery though.

He shrugged, sat down next to David and picked up one of the pieces of chicken with his fingers. It was hot, but not scalding hot. "Open wide!" he told David.

David looked surprised. Seriously, was he going to be fed? But he did want to taste it, the smell from the boys' campfire was amazing. He opened wide and felt Elliot put a piece of chicken in his mouth. He closed his lips around Elliot's fingers and as Elliot let go and pulled back on his fingers, he slurped them clean. The taste of the hot bramble juice on the chicken and on Elliot's fingers hit him and he moaned appreciatively.

Tobias was looking at Elliot and David in amazement. He did not realize it could look this hot to see Elliot feeding David, and David's moan as he licked clean Elliot's fingers, made his imagination shoot into overdrive. He was seeing pictures of David and Elliot together, in even hotter scenes, but quickly realized that that was nonsense. David was pretty much an adult, even though he was the youngest of the camp leaders.

Jack seemed to be completely oblivious to what was happening. His thoughts were on one thing only, and that was the last bit of chicken he was now eating. He looked up and was just in time to see Elliot feeding David a piece of mushroom. Both guys looked back at Jack, and burst out laughing, the piece of mushroom flying straight back into the fire.

"What!" Jack exclaimed, mouth still full.

"Dude, you need to find a mirror. Your face is all purple!" his brother told him, also laughing now.

Jack tried wiping his face but felt that his greasy fingers were probably making things worse. He got up to head to the shower building, and, of course, as he turned around, he looked straight into Scott's lens. Flash!

"Gotcha, you big purple monster!" Scott yelled. "Now go get cleaned up!"

Scotty quickly checked the photo on the screen of his camera, even this small, it looked like it was going to be an amazing photo. Quickly he scrolled back to the other photos he had just shot and he saw one of Elliot feeding his fellow camp leader. What a tender moment!

"Guys, when you're done, you can clean up your eating stuff," he told Tobias and Elliot. "You can keep the fire going if you want, we're done with foraging and cooking for today, but perhaps you want to hang a bit longer next to your fire."

Elliot looked at Tobias to see what he wanted. Then he looked up and saw clouds gathering overhead. He figured the choice would be made for them by the weather gods. He pointed up and Tobias looked up as well.

"Ouch, that doesn't look nice," Tobias said.

David swallowed the last piece of chicken that he had just been fed by Elliot. "No, it's going to rain tonight. At least, that's the report we got on the radio. We've already cancelled the evening campfires for today."

Well, that was pretty much it for any campfire time, they decided, and they started clearing away their stuff. Elliot looked at David, "Would you mind extinguishing the fire while we clean up, I don't want to leave it unattended."

David pretended to pin a badge to Elliot's shirt. "Well done, my young camper, you have earned your fire safety badge!" he exclaimed loudly. "Yeah, sure, I'll take care of the fire. You guys wash those dishes, and perhaps those faces, and I'll see you later."

The boys made quick work of the dishes, and even quicker work of their faces. Though, admittedly, there was a bit of horseplay involved when the boys went to wash their faces. They even convinced Jack to have his face washed again, as there were still greasy purple splotches to be found on his face and neck.

Suddenly, they found they had no more plans for the rest of the day. The clouds were still gathering overhead and it was getting pretty dark outside. The dinner whistle whistled, but all three of them had had such a late and extensive lunch, that they could not even consider going for their evening dinner now. They checked in with David, explained that they really were not hungry anymore, and asked if they could be excused from dinner.

David considered for a moment, but he had to admit that waiting in the dining hall while everyone was eating, and not wanting to eat themselves, would be a long stretch for the boys' patience. "That's okay, thanks for checking. Since we're all in here and noone is keeping an eye out, please stay close or return to your tents. Don't go wandering about, I'm not happy with what the weather is doing."

With that warning, the boys were sent off and they decided to return to their tents and play some of the games they had brought. After the busy day, they did not mind looking forward to a quiet evening staying in.

Chapter 7

As they walked back to their two tents, the boys noticed the first drops of rain. The cloud cover had darkened even more, and the evening appeared to have skipped dusk and gone straight into night mode.

When they arrived at their two tents, which were conveniently set up with the tent openings pointing towards each other, all three dove into their respective tents. Elliot in his large private tent, Tobias and Jack in their shared tent.

Elliot hung his camping light from a string on the tent's ceiling. Setting its brightness higher to shed a little more light. He was making some space because he and the boys had agreed to play some games in his tent together because he had plenty of space. That is, after he had cleaned up some of his current mess.

Stuffing clothes and other loose items into his bags and storing them to the side or in the back in his storage compartment, he was soon left with only his sleeping bag and a large open area where they could all sit and play a game.

When the zipper on his tent was pulled down, young Jack's head was the first to appear, entering the tent. His older brother Tobias, who appeared to be dragging half of their tent along with him, quickly followed him.

"Dude, I just cleared everything away!" Elliot exclaimed in an exasperated tone.

Tobias was laying everything he had brought with him on the cleared floor. He'd brought another sleeping bag to sit on, a tote bag with what appeared to be snacks, and another bag with what had to be the games.

Elliot had been preoccupied with getting all of the games out of the bag. "No wonder you guys have so little space left in your tent; you brought half your house!" he exclaimed, holding up a box containing an entire chess game.

"Yeah, well, we didn't want to get bored," explained Tobias. "I didn't expect us to find you and have so many, ehm, more interesting things to do," he chuckled.

"Touché," Elliot said.

"Touchy? Who's touchy?" Jack asked, confused. At the age of ten, he didn't know a single word of French.

"No, it's French. It's touché. It means Tobe here made a good point." Elliot explained. He loved that Jack did not yet know about little things like this.

"I'd rather have things touchy!" Jack harrumphed, leaned over, and poked Elliot in the ribs, by way of example.

"You little horn dog, you!" Elliot exclaimed as he set down the games and grabbed Jack. He then went ahead to give Jack the most vicious tickle attack he could muster.

"STOP! STOP! I'm going to pee myself!" Jack exclaimed, laughing.

Elliot quickly relented and let Jack go because he didn't want to have to sleep in a tent that smelled like piss. Jack shuffled away and tried to hide behind his older brother.

In the meantime, Tobias had taken over looking for a game to play, and was now holding up a box containing Chutes and Ladders. "Would anyone like to go down a chute?" he asked Elliot and his younger brother.

Jack peered around Tobias' back to see if it was safe and what Tobias was holding. He quickly came out of hiding when he saw it was Chutes and Ladders, one of his favorite games. "Yes!" he exclaimed.

Elliot hadn't played Chutes and Ladders in a long time. They never played a lot of board games at his house. He assumed it was more common in larger families, and as an only child with busy parents, he didn't get to play these games very often. He thought he'd last played it a couple of years ago at school, when they had an afternoon just playing games. According to what he remembered, he had found it to be a really fun game. You could win in an instant if you were really lucky, and lose your place just as quickly if you landed on a chute.

They cleared some space on the floor, grabbed a small bag of chips from the snacks bag, and quickly set up the game. The boys each chose a different colored pawn. Fortunately, instead of dice, the game came with a spinning disc. Dice would have undoubtedly gotten lost on the floor or in the sleeping bag with each throw.

They spun the wheel to see who got the highest score and got to go first. Luck was with the young tonight, and Jack was to start first. Apparently, luck really was on his side, as he landed on a ladder on his first throw, and he immediately had a huge head start. Loud whoops expressed Jack's delight at his good fortune.

As the game progressed, with each of the boys taking the lead in turns, only to fall back down a chute moments later, it became pitch black outside, with the only light coming from the small light in the tent's roof. Rain could be heard falling softly on the tent. It wasn't pouring outside, but you wouldn't want to be caught out there either.

The first packet of chips was quickly followed by another, and each of the boys also opened a can of soda. They could hear an attempt to knock on the tent as Jack was on the final stretch to winning the game.

"Who's there?" Elliot hollered.

"It's me, David," it came in reply.

Elliot motioned for Tobias to open the tent, and soon David's very wet head peered inside. "Good, I see you boys are having a good time," he said. "And dressed, for a change," he added, grinning at Elliot.

Elliot was met with puzzled looks from Tobias and Jack as a result of this. He couldn't go into it now, not with David present.

"Boys, I just wanted to let you know that the weather forecast for tomorrow is much better than what we're having now," David said, explaining why he was paying them a visit. "I'll be organizing a canoe trip, for whoever wants to come. You boys interested?" he asked.

All three of them nodded in agreement.

David became concerned at this point. "Ehm, Jack, isn't it?" he questioned the youngest, who nodded affirmatively once more. "Do you have all of your swimming diplomas? We'll be crossing deeper water as well. I'm afraid I won't be able to take you if you don't have your swimming certificates."

"Oh, I have them all!" Jack responded quickly. "Mummy always took me swimming, and I had lessons and everything." He added, looking very pleased with himself "I can even perform rescues! I'm taking lifeguard classes at the pool."

"So, we'll be in good hands, I take it," David said, looking equally impressed. He asked Tobias and Elliot if their swimming diplomas were up to date. Fortunately, they all were in order.

"That's great; I'll see you tomorrow. We'll have breakfast first. Make sure you grab a bag with your swimming gear and a t-shirt that can get wet when you leave your tents. After breakfast, we'll change in the locker rooms and then head straight to the canoes!" David went on to explain.

The three boys cheered, expecting a fun day of canoeing the next day. David quickly said goodbye, exited the tent, and Tobias zipped it shut again.

Tobias slowly turned and returned his attention to Elliot. "What was that about not being dressed?" he asked, grinning.

Jack was almost jumping up and down with excitement; he, too, desperately wanted to know. He hadn't missed the odd remark from their camp counselor!

Elliot considered for a moment. He didn't think he'd be able to tell the boys about everything that had happened. That would betray David's trust, and it could be dangerous for David if rumors began to circulate. But, he reasoned, telling a little about what had happened to him personally wouldn't put anyone in jeopardy, other than himself. And he trusted both boys completely by now.

"I, uh, got caught by David," Elliot admitted. He softly added, "twice," turning red admitting this as well.

'NO WAY!' Tobias and Jack both exclaimed simultaneously, as only brothers can. "Details, details!" Jack exclaimed.

Figuring the cat was out of the proverbial bag, Elliot started explaining. "Okay, the first time happened the day before you arrived. Remember, I was a day early?" he asked. Both boys nodded, remembering. "I had just finished putting up my tent, and David had helped me. It was hot, I'd tossed my shirt, and you know what happens when you're hot and bothered. I was sporting a huge boner and David noticed!"

Tobias cringed as he realized how awkward that must have been. Jack, on the other hand, didn't seem to see what the big deal was, with all of his latent nudist tendencies. Boners happened.

"Okay, you'd think that was bad enough," Elliot continued, "but it gets worse." Elliot paused for a moment before continuing. Telling other guys about him wanking still made him feel awkward. But, especially after their afternoon in the pool, his concerns seemed a little pointless at this stage.

"Go on," Jack pushed, "what happened!?"

Elliot sighed and gave in. "Wellll, I decided I'd take a moment and take care of my boner. You know, spank the monkey, stroke the chicken?" Elliot asked.

"What do monkeys have to do with jerking off?" Jack asked while bursting out in laughter.

Elliot, sensing an opportunity to divert attention, quickly began explaining the various slang terms for jerking off. But Tobias quickly realized that Elliot was in fact putting them on a side track.

"No way, mister, you were telling us about what had happened. Back to the story," he chastised Elliot.

Elliot threw back his head, knowing he'd have to tell them the whole story if he wanted to get off the hook. As he returned his gaze to Tobias and Jack, he noticed Tobias adjusting himself slightly in his pants; was he excited? He might have to try to use this awkward story-telling situation to his advantage, turning up the heat a little. Then, at the very least, some good might come out of it.

"Okay, you asked for it," he warned both boys. "So, here I was, alone, in my tent. This very tent," he said, indicating everything around them, "I was lying right there, bed not yet inflated. I dropped my pants and my huuuugeeee boner," he stretched this for all he could and indicated with his hands a boner at least four times as big as it was, "slapped up on my belly." Yes, he could now see both boys awkwardly shuffling where they were seated, legs crossed. Even Jack was adjusting something hard and pointed in his pants.

"I start stroking it, up and down, up and down," he explained, showing what he had been doing to himself. "It was a fantastic feeling. I was hot and doing it somewhere other than your bedroom or on the toilet adds something special."

Tobias was now nodding furiously, clutching his own boner tightly in his pants. He was well aware of how exciting a strange environment could be. He had also begun experimenting with jerking off in unusual places.

Elliot gleefully continued, aware of his obvious influence on both brothers. But it wasn't until he adjusted himself a little that he realized he was sporting some serious wood from all of this story telling himself, as well.

"So, I'm getting close, and I can't hear anything outside. To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention at this point; I just had to, you know, cum," at the end, he almost whispered, as if telling a secret.

"Fireworks!!" Jack exclaimed.

Elliot tousled Jack's hair, funny little guy. "Yeah, fireworks," he agreed. ""Okay, so, after my fourth of July," both boys laughed, and even Jack was visibly groping himself now, "I quickly had to clean up. Things had gotten rather messy."

Tobias had stretched out both of his legs, his pants tenting obscenely, his hand tightly wrapped around his tentpole.

"Next thing I know," Elliot continued, conspiratorially whispering first, then almost shouting, "David comes back and just opens my tent and barges in! There I am my pants down to my ankles and my cum barely wiped off my stomach!" He pretended to be wiping something off of his stomach again, touching his own boner on each downward stroke. He was as excited as the boys, he realized.

"Well, that was a huge shock, obviously!" Elliot exclaimed. "Not just for me though, you should have seen the look on David's face!" he was laughing now, remembering himself how very shocked David had looked and how profusely he had been apologizing. Swearing at the same time, and even apologizing for that. "Actually, he had just lost his handkerchief in my tent while he was helping me, and he came looking for it. Unfortunately for him, I came just a moment before!" Elliot laughed at his own pun, Tobias and Jack joining in.

For a brief moment, Tobias believed that was the end of the story. He let go of his boner, feeling both incredibly horny and a little sad that the story had already come to an end. He had not even realized he had been holding his boner. Which was strange because he was used to being extremely cautious, especially around his younger brother. Looking to his left, he noticed that the same younger brother was not hiding the fact, at all, that he was stroking his tiny erection. He was furiously stroking up and down with his hand in his pants. Then he remembered, hadn't Elliot just said: twice?

"So, ehm, that was the first time?" Tobias ventured cautiously, hoping against hope that there would be more to come.

Elliot did nothing more than nod his head. Tobias quickly mimicked his brother by shoving his hand back down his own pants. Both boys were now obviously playing with themselves, and Elliot loved what he was seeing. He wanted to join in, but he was afraid of losing track of the story he was telling if he did. So, he satisfied himself by looking at the two boys in front of him, and he went on with his story, trying to skip over the adventures he'd had that evening in the showers with David.

"The next time was actually on the morning of the day that you guys arrived. I had just woken up with a massive hard on!" Elliot told them.

Jasper looked a bit confused at this.

"A boner, doofus!" exclaimed his brother, still fervently moving his hand up and down in his pants.

Elliot was getting frustrated because there was a lot of action going on, but he couldn't see anything because both boys were still wearing their pants. He crossed his arms and declared, "That's it, I'm not telling you anything else!"

"Wait, what? Why!?" Tobias whimpered; he had felt himself edging closer and closer to a release, which had now been abruptly denied to him.

"Those come off if you want me to continue!" Elliot said, nodding at both boys' pants.

Both Jack and Tobias looked at each other's pants, seeing that they were both busy rubbing their dicks in their pants. After what appeared to be a telepathic moment, both boys simultaneously pulled down their pants and briefs. They were now sitting right next to each other, butts touching, wearing only their shirts and sweaters. It was a thrilling sight for Elliot. He uncrossed his arms and motioned for both boys to keep going.

"Okay, I'll tell you the rest. Well, I'd just had an incredible dream," for a brief moment, he wondered again if he should tell them what had really happened. But then, he thought he could tell everything that had happened, as if it had just been his dream! He decided to go for it, because just waking up and being caught with a boner was a bit of a quick end to the story, and both boys apparently needed a little more to get to where they were going.

"Don't tell anyone," he said quietly, "but I had a dream about David. I had a dream that we were both showering. Right here, at camp. It was just the two of us." Both boys vigorously nodded, clearly imagining this.

"I was actually dreaming that he had just caught me wanking in the shower, and he actually joined in!" Elliot told them.

"No way!?" Both boys exclaimed, panting heavily by now.

"Not only that, but David, in my dream of course, has an amazing body!" Elliot reminisced about that first night, which had not been a dream at all. "Down there, he's totally hairless. He has no chest hair either. He's exactly like us, but much bigger!" Elliot was pointing down and indicating a cock that must be huge! Okay, he might have been slightly exaggerating.

Jack was now just listening, eyes closed, pumping his spike up and down between his fingers. He was clearly engrossed in the story and his own new feelings.

As Elliot explained how David had touched his dick, Tobias and Elliot suddenly heard Jack grunt and slide down on his back. He was still clutching his young cock, which was now clearly throbbing madly between his little fingers. The boy couldn't yet cum, but he was clearly capable of one hell of an orgasm! Elliot was almost envious, remembering the days when he could go from one orgasm to the next without having to clean up after himself. Puberty had its benefits, but most of them came at a cost. A messy cost!

Tobias was still going strong, so Elliot continued, intending to give him an amazing fantasy-induced climax as well.

"As I said before, that was what I had been dreaming," Elliot explained, "but as you can imagine, I woke up with the worst case of morning wood in all of history. And, just so you know, I sleep in the nude."

Tobias nodded, his eyes now tightly closed as well. He knew about morning wood. He'd love to see Elliot's, he thought. His mind wandered to what that might look like, seeing his friend wake up, nude, sporting wood like crazy. It was almost too much for him…

Elliot threw both hands up in the air, recapturing Jack's attention, who was now sitting up again, one eye on his brother's antics. "Next thing I know, guess who barges right back into the tent!"

"No!!!" Jack exclaimed, figuring this could only be one person.

"Yes, our friendly neighborhood camp counselor turns up, unannounced, yet again!" Elliot agreed, just as loudly.

Tobias' mental image of Elliot being caught by David and trying to cover up that lovely cock finally pushed him over the edge. Grunting, he felt a rush of orgasm like he'd never felt before! His cock twitched furiously, and he became convinced that he was peeing himself. Shocked, he looked down and noticed that his hand was wet and that a small dark wet spot had appeared on the bottom half of his sweater. He had spunked! For the very first time! He would have stripped naked first if he had known he was going to do that! He couldn't care less right now. He was still basking in the blissful afterglow of his pubescent orgasm. His first true cum!

Elliot was surprised to see Jack draw his finger through the string of cum on Tobias' sweater; and lick it. "Salty!" Jack exclaimed happily.

"Dude, what are you doing!?" Tobias asked, looking up, just now seeing what Jack was doing.

"Checking what it taste's like, of course," Jack said, as if it was the most natural thing to do. "I didn't see you make any in the pool, so I couldn't try then."

It dawned on Elliot that this was the first time he'd seen Tobias squirt anything. He'd had a dry orgasm with their previous rump in the boys tent. Nothing had come out that afternoon in the pool either.

"Was that your first wet cum?" he inquired cautiously.

With a blissful smile still on his face, all Tobias could say was, "Oh yes! It was bloody fantastic!"

Elliot was astonished; Tobias had him beat in this department. He hadn't begun properly cumming until he was well into his twelfth year. And Tobias was still eleven years old. Okay, almost twelve, as Tobias kept proclaiming to everyone.

"Nice one dude!" Elliot applauded. "Wow, amazing that we were there to experience it with you!"

Jack was still licking his finger. "Nice!"

Elliot shook his head. He had a lot of fun messing around with these guys, but the idea of licking someone's cum still grossed him out a little. The world of porn on the internet made it appear to be a very normal thing… but that was still a bridge too far for his thirteen-year-old and inexperienced mind.

Both brothers had returned to normal breathing patterns, were sitting up again, and were now looking expectantly at Elliot.

"What?" Elliot asked, cautiously.

Tobias was grinning now, and he crossed his arms. "We're not telling… unless you drop those pants!"

What did his brother have in mind, Jack wondered as he looked at Tobias.

Elliot, still pumped from what he'd seen both brothers do and witnessing Tobias' first wet cum, was still raging hard in his own pants. It only took a few seconds for his pants to fly off, followed by his briefs and, after a brief thought, the rest of his clothes as well. He was now naked as a jay-bird. It was a little chilly already, but with the heat he was feeling right now, it didn't bother him.

"Now what?" he challenged Tobias.

Tobias, despite his youth, was not afraid to take on the challenge. With his most authoritative voice, he told Elliot to lie down on his stomach on his inflated bed.

Elliot quickly turned around and laid down on the bed, just as Tobias had instructed.

Meanwhile, Tobias shuffled over and sat himself across Elliot's legs, one knee on each side. He felt his sweater getting in the way as he leaned forward, so he quickly tossed it away. He was now naked, just like Elliot. He laid down on Elliot's back, his tiny dick nestled just below Elliot's butt crack, between his thighs. Tobias raised his hands and placed them on Elliot's neck muscles. He carefully began kneading them, trying to massage his friend's muscles.

Tobias' actions were now clear to Jack, and he wanted to join in on the fun. With a little less fat on him, he was already shivering with just his pants off, so he decided to keep his sweater on. He moved closer to Elliot's legs and began kneading the tense muscles in his calves.

Elliot was in heaven! Tobias's body was pressed against him, which was an insanely sensual sensation for him. He then felt his neck getting massaged. After a brief moment, he started to feel his lower legs being massaged as well; that had to be Jack. He sighed, contented. He had secretly hoped for something a little more exciting, but this felt just as wonderful.

As he felt his neck muscles relax, he felt Tobias lifting himself a little and progressing down on his back. In the meantime, Jack was slowly moving up on his calves. Jack's hands were obviously quite strong for someone his age!

He felt Tobias reach his gluteus maximus, his butt, he loved that word. The tension was being worked out there as well, and he could feel the fingers getting closer and closer to his puckered hole. Tobias would surely notice he was almost directly on his hole, right? He'd stop there?

He heard a slurping sound behind him. Next thing he knew, something cold and wet pressed against his hole, and then actually entered him! He had not seen that coming!

While his erection had gone down while he was getting more and more relaxed, it went up to full mast in seconds! This was something new! What was Tobe doing? He tried looking around.

"What!" was all he could say before Tobias shushed him and pushed his finger even deeper into him.

Jack was completely unaware of what his brother was doing, only seeing his brother's back and bottom as he worked on Elliot's legs, and Elliot was slowly getting finger fucked at that very moment. He just kept working up and down on Elliot's legs, blissfully unaware that the moaning sounds he was now hearing were the result of his own ministrations on Elliot's calves. He knew he was good at massages because he gave them to his mother a lot! She had shown him all the proper kneading techniques and locations. Clearly, Elliot was enjoying it as well.

Elliot tried to get up for a moment, but Tobias' other hand pushed him back down. His friend's finger struck something inside of him at that precise moment, sending electric shivers up his spine and straight down into his balls. He moaned loudly and relaxed back onto the inflated mattress.

Tobias was acting out a fantasy of his own. He was sitting on Elliot's legs, making certain he couldn't move. His own dick was as hard as a nail once more, almost poking up Elliot's butt crack. He could gently rub it between Elliot's thighs. He had wet his finger, making it nice and slick, and had entered the enticing pucker in front of him with determination. He'd had an unquenchable desire to stick his finger up Elliot's butt the moment he saw it!

He got into a rhythm of rocking up and down between Elliot's thighs while his finger moved in and out of his friend's butt. He could feel a cramp forming in his hand, but he didn't want to stop. This was bloody incredible.

Even Jack couldn't deny that something other than a massage was taking place. He became aware of his brother's rocking back and forth. As he sat back up, he looked around to see what his brother was up to, and he was astounded! He discovered his brother's finger buried as far as it could go into Elliot's hole, and his hard penis rubbing up and down between Elliot's legs.

He reached out, intrigued. First to Tobias's penis, touching it while it slid up and down. Next, he caressed Elliot's butt, close to where Tobe's finger was still lodged in his friend's now frenzied butthole. For a brief moment, Tobias removed his finger, and Jack saw an opportunity to seize control. He tried sticking his own finger in, but was surprised by the amount of resistance he received. His brother's finger had seemed to slide in and out effortlessly.

Elliot's moaning had changed to whimpers. Back there, something had changed, and it didn't feel good. Tobias noticed what was going on and realized Jack's dry finger was causing him to hurt Elliot. He grabbed Jack's hand, drew it to his mouth, and inserted Jack's still pointing finger into his mouth. Licking it, and carefully getting it wet with as much saliva as he could. Not giving a hoot about where that finger had been. He had quickly realized that anything sexy was inherently dirty. With Jack's finger now dripping wet, Tobias returned it to Elliot's bumhole. Jack pushed his finger in again, this time more cautiously. It slipped in easily, and he began doing what he had seen his brother do.

Tobias continued riding his dick up and down between Elliot's legs, now that he had both hands free. It felt just as incredible as when Elliot yanked him off. The fact that he didn't have to rely on the familiar feeling of his own hand really amplified everything. In the heat of the moment, he grabbed his younger brother's blonde hair and drew Jack's face up to his. He kissed him full on the lips, and after a little prodding, he felt his brother open his mouth slightly. Taking advantage of the situation, he pushed his tongue in slightly. He didn't want to frighten Jack.

Jack was not at all frightened. He enjoyed it when people played with his hair, and it felt great to feel his brother grab him by the hair. He didn't pull hard either; instead, he gently guided him. He knew Tobias wanted to kiss him, and he wanted nothing else right now. He let their lips meet and pondered where he was going from here. Feeling his brother move around a little, his mouth automatically opened up, and his own tongue made an almost electrical connection with his brother's. This felt amazing! Jack thought to himself. He fell in love with kissing as he continued to push his finger into Elliot!

Elliot craned his neck to see what was going on. He was curious as to what had just occurred on his butt; it felt really good again, but in a different way. He saw the most amazing thing he'd seen so far as he managed to turn his head just far enough. Jack and Tobias were fervently kissing each other, and as he looked down, he noticed Jack was now knuckle deep in pushing his magic button. And he was doing an amazing job, he hit it time and time again.

Suddenly, he felt his ass cheeks clamp around Jack's finger. He could feel his dick erupting spurt after spurt between his stomach and his mattress without even touching it. His whole body was trembling and vibrating, causing Tobias, on top of him, to reach a second climax as well. Something hot and wet landed on the top of his legs and quickly slid down between them. Oh yes, Tobe was now cumming properly, all right! Bye-bye, mess-free orgasms, he thought with a mischievous grin.

Tobias sagged back down on Elliot's back, ignoring the fact that he was now lying in his own wet mess, or that he had effectively clamped Jack's hand in place, finger still firmly embedded in Elliot's ass.

"Tobe!" Jack started whining, trying to wrench his hand free.

Tobias lifted himself slightly, and Jack's finger was released with a very funny plopping sound. Jack almost instinctively put his finger in his mouth, because it was hurting from being clamped, but he remembered just in time where his finger had been for the last few minutes. Jack was adventurous, but not stupid! He decided to exact revenge on his brother and wiped his finger, which wasn't even really filthy, on his brother's bare leg. Tobe literally couldn't give a shit. He was already sweaty, hot, and sticky. This wouldn't make much of a difference.

Elliot, on the other hand, was eager to be free of his position. Having someone lie on top of him took his breath away, and he desperately wanted to clean up the wet mess on his bed. After all, he'd have to sleep in it later. He was relieved that the inflatable mattress was made of rubber rather than fabric! He wasn't waiting for a crunchy hard spot in his mattress like he'd find after waking up from a wet dream. Tobias landed almost on top of Jack after Elliot shrugged him off his back. Both boys quickly untangled themselves. Elliot was now sitting up on his knees, wiping the mess from the mattress and his stomach with an old sock. And it was a big mess alright! He turned to face Tobias, who was still naked, with a glistening wet patch on his stomach just above his penis. He grabbed the boy and drew him closer, carefully cleaning every last bit with a clean bit of the same sock. "There, or you'll be smelling up your tent all night of cum!" he smacked Tobes' bare buttocks softly with his hand as he finished cleaning the last bit. "Put on your clothes, you're freezing!" he insisted. When he looked over at Jack, he noticed the younger boy was already shivering. "You, too!" he urged.

"Shouldn't you get dressed too?" Tobias wanted to know, pulling his sweater over his head.

Elliot looked at his watch; it was already past ten o'clock. He needed to get some sleep if they were going canoeing the next day. Both boys too, especially Jack, being the youngest. He'd never have enough energy if he didn't get some proper sleep.

"Nah, we should turn in, and, as I just told you, I prefer to sleep in the nude." Elliot answered.

"Can't we sleep here?" Jack asked carefully.

Elliot considered for a moment, but to be honest, he was a bit afraid that they would not get much sleep, seeing how they had kept going at each other all day.

He was saved by a huge yawn, after which he said, "I really need some beauty sleep, and you guys really need some good sleep as well. Let's not change things up tonight; maybe another night, okay?" Elliot suggested.

"Like a sleepover?" Jack asked, yawning a little now as well, like it happens when one person got things started.

"Yeah, like a sleepover," Elliot agreed. That'd be fun.

Jack was looking around for his pants and found them. He considered putting them on, but quickly realized he'd have to take them right off again when he got to his own tent. Being Jack, he decided to forego wearing pants entirely. He'd walk the few steps to their tent half naked. As if anyone would be out of their tents with the weather being the way it was.

They finished gathering the boys' belongings and decided to leave the large bag of games in Elliot's tent. It would free up some space in the boys' tent, and Elliot had plenty of room to tuck it away.

Jack opened the tent flap and began scrambling out, giving Tobias and Elliot a vision of a naked butthole wiggling out of the tent. They heard Jack stand up as he exited, followed by someone wolf-whistling outside.

When Jack's head reappeared in the tent, he exclaimed in horror, "Some girl just saw me naked!"

"Well, that's what you get for going naked all the time; go back into our tent, you're probably still mooning her right now!" Tobias responded, now slightly cranky. He figured that's what you got for not being a little more careful. It was Jack's own fault.

Jack vanished quickly, and they could now hear wolf-whistling coming from at least three different directions. The other tent's zipper was then pulled up, and the whistling ceased as Jack appeared to have vanished from view.

Tobias exited the tent as well, relieved that he was at least properly dressed. Elliot could hear a few disappointed 'awws' from outside the tent. The same people appeared to have hoped to see another naked boy.

Tobias now stuck his head back in the tent, "It's dry out. Well, it's not raining anymore, but the tents are soaking wet. There were a couple of girls outside some of the tents, throwing a glowing ball in the dark. And Jack's white butt must have glowed as much as that ball!" he said, giggling.

Elliot laughed at that, just Jack's luck!

All three boys were soon in their own tents. Outside, there was now nothing but silence, not even the sound of rain on the canvas of their tents. Perhaps just an occasional hoot from an owl chasing his nighttime prey.

With so many adventures and new experiences in one day, sleep came quickly for all three of them. And, to top it all off, they knew they'd be canoeing with David from Elliot's 'dream' the next day.

To Be Continued