Part of the problem with letting the characters write their own stories is that they don't know when to wrap it up. (As opposed to how, like David Chase for example.) So what was to be a final concluding installment of the activities at Lake Canaan has grown into at least a two-parter. I mean the s.o.b was 47K before we got to dinner on Thursday.
Oh, and the usual disclaimer about how you shouldn't do any of this stuff. That's why you have fictional stories with protagonists who can take care of it for you.
Laying in my cabin at Lake Canaan on Thursday morning I slowly drifted into consciousness to the accompaniment of a steady beat of rain on the roof. Ordinarily, especially when I looked at my watch and it was 5:40 a.m., that would have been my cue to resume sleeping.
Like a number of other people I have talked to, the sound of rain has the same effect on me as Ambien or Lunesta do on others. When there is just a hint of chill or damp in the air to boot, I am out cold. But as I lay there, I realized that I was fucked.
Not the successive fucking that Sean and Scott had provided me the night before. Rather now I might well be expected to actually behave like a responsible person and do something when I would much really rather not. We had 200 campers, and rain. Not a good combination.
I had had the foresight to pack rain gear, but not the foresight to get it out of my trunk. Oh for a functioning brain! The parking lot was almost the length of a football field away.
Fortunately as the neurons in my cortex started to fire up, I recalled Caitlyn's visit, and the somewhat soiled North Face sleeping bag that resulted. Looking under my bed -- just in case it had actually been a dream -- I found the sleeping bag.
Putting on what clothes I needed, I covered myself the best I could with the sleeping bag and made my way to the car. Doing my best to avoid getting everything in my trunk soaked -- and who designs the damn lids that drain into the trunk anyway? -- I retrieved my rain gear and made it back to the cabin.
While I didn't have a schedule - that would have involved actual planning on my part - I figured when people woke up, they would head to the mess hall. That thought, and the fact that I knew of nowhere else to find coffee, established my destination.
There were a few lights on in the mess hall. I was actually surprised to see Bob, a lady I assumed to be Betty, our boss, and another young lady there who looked like a camper or counselor.
I took my cup of Folger's instant -- yes, Virginia, there is a hell -- and joined them.
Bob handled the introductions.
"Stu, this is Betty and Deb. Betty and Deb, that is Stu."
"Good morning all."
"We were just talking about what we are going to do today."
"Before we all go crazy you mean?"
"You have the gist of the discussion."
"This is my first season here," said Betty. "I'm afraid I don't have a contingency plan. It's been so nice and I've been so busy..."
"Betty," I interrupted, "I have at least one small idea."
"Please."
"If we let these guys sleep, we might be able to buy an hour or so to plan, and one less hour to have to plan for. What if we get out to the cabins and let the counselors know to keep up in bed as long as they can? We can have some food out if people really want to get up and eat, but we can hold the full meal til maybe 8:00 or 8:30."
Betty looked around the table. Deb and Bob nodded assent.
"O.K. Stu and Bob, go tell the boys. Deb and I will take the girls."
It will come as no surprise to any reader at this point that I visited the Champions and Disciples cabins first. The counselors there had no problem with the going back to bed idea for their campers, or themselves. Most of them had rolled over in their beds to resume sleeping before the sound of my voice had died away.
I entered the Challengers cabin and tried to make my way quietly into Sean's room. I sat on the bed as he lay there. Sometimes I thought I could just look at him forever, but then that would have left no time for fucking and sucking, so that plan was clearly in need of revision.
Shaking his shoulder I tried to wake him, without doing anything that might startle him and wake the Challengers. My efforts met with success.
"Morning, lover."
"Good morning yourself. You here to ravage me again?"
"I wish. But I got news. You hear the rain?"
"Affirmative."
"O.K. Camp Central has no fucking clue what they're going to do today. So you and Scott let these guys sleep as long as they want to. If someone gets hungry, it o.k. to let `em go up to the mess hall."
"Simple enough. You want to tell Scott or should I?"
"You pimping me again?"
"You liked riding that, huh?"
"I'd say you ought to try it, but then I'd never see you again."
"Stu, my ass belongs to you...but under certain circumstances it could be made available for rent."
"Slut. You can tell Captain Cock then. I have to get back to the mess hall and be intelligent."
"Not `til you kiss me."
"O.K. But just a kiss for now."
"The operative phrase being `for now' I hope."
"Promise."
Sean climbed out of bed. Whether it was because he didn't feel like getting dressed after his shower, or because he was waiting for someone, he was nude. And impossibly gorgeous.
Kissing Sean was a joy in itself. We were familiar enough with each other that there were no reservations, but it was still new enough that each time was a little different, kind of like the first time again. Shit, it's hard to explain, hopefully you know what I mean.
Had I not been wearing rain gear over my clothes, I don't think I could have kept things to the "just a kiss" level. My hand found his cock and as our tongues explored each other's mouths, I started stroking Sean's meat.
"Stu, you need to go be intelligent. My dick will be here for you when you have more time."
"Since when did you get to be the adult?"
"Nature abhors a vacuum. You get going, I'll go ride Scott if I need sex."
I stuck my tongue out and left the cabin. The trail, while not a sea of mud, was going to be a sonuvabitch to negotiate when the campers decided to give in to their hunger.
I was the last one back.
"Everyone was fine with the idea, Stu. You bailed us out."
"For now. But what's next?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, based on my 24 hours and 45 minutes or so on site, I have more questions than anything."
"Might as well ask. We're not going anywhere."
"What do we have indoors? Mess hall, I know, obviously, and activity building."
"There's a chapel."
"Big?"
"It won't hold 200."
"How many?"
"45, 50. A few more if you squeeze."
"Any kind of big screen, projection tv, anything like that?"
"We have something for movie night sometimes in here."
"Can it be moved?"
"Projector, I'm pretty sure, don't know about the screen."
"Half the time they show it on the wall anyway," Deb jumped in.
I took a sip of my cold coffee.
"Well..."
"Don't be an ass, Stu, what you got?" Bob said.
"Let the kids choose. Keep one counselor in each cabin in case they just want to stay there and read or shoot the bull or whatever. Run movies in the chapel. If we can't find a screen or a usable wall, hang a sheet up."
I was on a roll.
"Keep food out in the mess hall and let them come and go as they please when they get hungry. Some of them will hang out and socialize anyway. Then open up the activity center and let'em do volleyball, basketball or whatever. We'd need one counselor at each location to keep track. As long as we know where everyone is, we should be as o.k. as we can be."
Betty looked around the room.
"Is that workable?"
Deb and Bob nodded. "I have no idea," I said.
"Seems like our best shot," said Bob. "I can set up the movie room."
"I'll get them going in activities," Deb offered.
"When the mess hall help comes in, I'll give them the word," added Betty. "If I get on the phone, I might get some of them in time to change their schedules so we'll have coverage most of the day."
"Bob, I'll help you with the movie stuff."
"You have any experience, Stu?"
"When I was in high school we gave kids in the AV Club swirlies. Does that count?"
Deb snorted. I don't think Betty heard, or understood.
"This morning, that makes you an expert."
The video equipment was easy to find, and in relatively good shape. Hardware would not be a problem. On the other hand...
"Bob, I don't like our chances if we have to try to get these guys to watch Popeye and Mighty Mouse all day."
"That's it?"
"Oh, Gunsmoke, the Third Season, how could I have missed that?"
"Hmmmmm."
"Bob, since I'm the idea machine this morning, how about I head to that convenience store I went by on the way here. Lots of those stores in more remote areas have nearly everything. If they have anything to rent, we've got time to find out before the kids wake up."
"That's probably not a bad idea, but who's gonna pick out the movies?"
"Good point. We should get a kid."
"You should get a kid. I have to try to electrocute myself in the chapel."
Bob's suggestion was right. While I could probably be relied on to stay away from Bonanza Begins, or Meryl Streep in Dirty Dozen IV - the Next Mission, I had no idea what to get. I headed back to the Challengers cabin.
No one appeared to have stirred. This was good news -- the larger portion of my plan was working -- but also bad news in that whoever was going to be my Siskel & Ebert was apparently still asleep.
"Psst, Stu."
I looked around. Evan. One of my guests from last night.
"Hey, how come you're awake?"
"I don't sleep real late at home, so this is pretty late for me. What's going on?"
I gave him the Readers Digest version of the events of the morning.
"Hey, you want to help me out?"
"What can I do to help you?"
A number of responses occurred, but I stayed on task.
"We're gonna show movies in the chapel while it rains. I looked at what they have and it's unbelievably lame."
"Like Lassie and stuff?"
"I can't imagine how they left that out, but, yeah, that's about it."
"So what do I do?"
"Road trip. You come with me and we go see what we can find to rent."
"Who else?"
"Just us. If the movies suck, I'll take the blame."
"Cool."
"Alright. I'll tell Sean."
When I got back, Evan was dressed. We found a supply of garbage bags in a supply closet and made Evan a poncho. It was enough to get him to the car without melting.
With the rain, an unfamiliar and probably somewhat treacherous road, and a passenger to be responsible for, I was fairly focused on my driving. Almost to the point of ignoring my passenger.
"Hey, Stu, you there?"
"Sorry, Evan. I was trying to remember the way out, and apparently there is a county ordinance against marking roads."
"Oh, no problem. I just wanted to say thanks again for last night."
Evan and three of his friends had used my cabin to jerk off. They had been kind enough to let me observe.
"My pleasure, Evan." More than you know. "Guys just need a place every now and then. I was glad to be able to help."
"Well, it was still pretty cool of you. I kinda feel bad that you didn't get to do it with us."
"Like I told you, I went back to my cabin during the bonfire (he didn't need to know about Caitlyn). I can't do it 20 times a day like you guys can. I'm surprised you didn't ask me to use my cabin again."
"You'd let me, just by myself?"
"Sure. I mean just let me know, but why not? Heck, you can do it now if you want? I've already seen you in action, and there's some tissues in the glove box."
"Whoa, you mean it?"
"Think about it, Evan. You were in my cabin with me, Ben, Kevin and David. You were all naked and jerking off. In fact, I cleaned the cum off your stomach. So it's not like there would be anything new, right?"
I think Evan was probably looking to hang his hat on any argument that might end up with him getting to take his dick out. Mine was successful.
He undid his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and pulled the zipper down. He struggled to get his now erect -- when wasn't it? -- cock out.
"Evan, just pull everything all the way down. If a truck or something comes, just take that jacket in the back seat and put it over your lap.
To put it mildly, my attention was divided. First priority was not driving into a tree and killing us both instantly. That could have had a seriously negative impact on my insurance rates. The second priority was getting a look at as much of Evan's cock as I could.
In truth, had Evan not already been awake, I would have tried to get him to volunteer anyway. Kevin had a significantly larger dick than the others, which was a plus, but was also aware of it in a manner that created an offsetting minus. Ben and David were cute, and I wouldn't have minded spending a few days in a king-sized bed with them, but they were fairly reticent.
Evan, on the other hand, besides having a more than mouth watering tool, seemed to project a sense of easy-going curiosity. Based on his willingness to jerk off in front of a total stranger twice in one day, there were possibilities worth exploring.
"Lever on the side puts the seat all the way back, Evan. It won't run down you so much after you shoot if you lay back."
He said nothing, but found the lever, and soon was horizontal. I kicked myself for my hospitality. With him laying down, I couldn't watch him in action and watch the road at the same time. Oh well, life before libido.
For someone so young, Evan's timing was nearly impeccable. We were on the last mile or so of road before we hit a real highway when I heard an "ah!" from the seat beside me. (How do you spell that anyway? Other than with an exclamation point, of course.)
I handed Evan some tissue.
"You get to clean yourself up today. I'd love to do it again, but driving and all, you know."
"Thanks, Stu. I can't believe how cool you are about this."
"I may be a multiple of your age Evan, but I still am of your gender. No problem."
"The guys were just kidding about that gay stuff last night. We give each other a hard time, and we all kind of like you."
"Thanks, Evan, but I don't worry about it. Kids use words a lot because they hear and repeat without understanding. I mean you could say that just being naked with other boys and jerking off was a gay thing. What would it matter?"
"What do you mean?"
"You guys got together and jerked off because you wanted to have some fun. Why you invited me in, other than the obvious reason that it was my cabin, to watch you, and then had me get undressed with you, other than to have more fun I wouldn't no. Does that make us all gay?"
Evan laughed. "You forgot how you showed us those places on our dicks, and how you wiped us all off afterward."
"Trust me, Evan, I didn't forget about you."
Evan was quiet.
Navigating By Guess and By God is always a crapshoot, but we found the Chester General Store a few more miles up the highway.
Making sure that Evan had his clothing back on, we went inside to locate a manager.
We not only found the manager, but the owner, custodian, and check out clerk as well. He was sitting behind a 1950's vintage cash register.
I explained our predicament.
"We actually have some pretty new ones. There's not much around here, so we get people here looking for movies to watch."
"Not much TV?"
"Cable hasn't come through. Regular reception is bad, and those dishes cost more than most folks want to spend. VCR's are a better deal."
Evan and I walked back to the rental section.
"Stu, what's Pulp Fiction about?"
"It's a sequel to Lassie. You wouldn't like it."
I saw a possibility.
"Evan. Lion King."
"Baby stuff."
Oh.
"Stu, Street Fighter, let's get it."
"Let's not."
"Stu..."
"Evan, this had better not be `Natural Born Killers'..."
"No, Dumb and Dumber."
Paydirt. Insensitive vermin that I am, I laughed `til I cried every time I saw the scene with the blind boy's parakeet with the taped-on head.
"Grab it."
"Ace Ventura."
"Why not?"
In a blatantly sexist attempt to placate the female campers, I took Little Women and Black Beauty as well.
Mission accomplished, we headed to the counter.
I stopped short. With a cash register that belonged in a museum, there might be no way they took credit cards. And I don't think the parking meter change in the console would be much help.
"Ah, sir, I don't want this to sound wrong, but do you by any chance take plastic?"
He laughed.
"Oh, the cash register. I just have that there because people seem to expect it. It hasn't worked in 30 years."
"I know people like that."
"Ha. Me too. No, I have a Micros system, really good inventory database applications. Generates purchase orders based on stock levels and usage history. So yeah, I take Visa."
"Cool." I was channeling Evan now.
"Yeah, it does all the tax filings on-line, breaks out sales by rate, taxable and non-taxable, liquor, all that."
"And you don't have freakin' cable."
"Progress is uneven. Since you're with the camp, I won't run your card for a deposit. If you can get `em back before 5:00 tomorrow I'll just charge you a day. If not, I'll have to charge you for the weekend."
"Fair enough. You've saved our lives for awhile."
Evan and I headed back to camp. If anything, it was raining harder.
"You think they're gonna let us show the movies."
"You mean the Jim Carrey film festival?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I guess in Ace Ventura you've got the part where the lady has balls and stuff at the end. That might be iffy."
"Yeah, that was funny. And then all the guys started spitting and stuff because they kissed her...or him."
"Yeah, that's how stupid some things are."
"What do you mean?"
"You remember the girl?"
"Sean Young?"
"Yeah. Was she pretty hot?"
"Oh yeah."
"So you'd kiss Sean Young?"
"Yeah."
"Would you like it?"
"Sure."
"So what difference does it make if she had balls or not? If she just wanted to kiss."
Evan was quiet.
"Evan, this might be overkill, and as far as I know Sean Young won't be coming to camp today, but let's think here. You don't have a problem with kissing Sean Young, and you don't have a problem with getting naked and jerking off with your friends, or doing yourself in the car with me. But if Sean Young had a cock like your friends you wouldn't kiss her. I'm confused."
"I went past confused a while ago."
"Let me simplify, and this is only what I think. Don't let labels keep you from doing things you enjoy. End of sermon."
Evan was silent again.
"Oh! I get it...took me awhile."
"And what is it that you got?"
"It doesn't matter what Kevin or someone says about something, if I enjoy it then I shouldn't worry about what it's called."
"That's pretty much it. Don't ever forget that other people have feelings too, and it has to be good for everyone, but yeah, you've got the idea."
Once again, Evan retreated into thought.
"Pull over next chance you get."
"How come?"
"You'll see, please."
We probably had a little cushion of time, and Evan had me really curious. There was a lane that looked like it hadn't been used for months, and from a quick glance the ground appeared firm enough that we could get in and get out without sinking to the axles.
"O.K., here we are."
"Do you have a lever on your side?"
"Like for the seat, sure."
"Does it work?"
"Yeah."
Evan leaned over and pulled the lever all the way. He unbuckled the seatbelt.
"I want you to do something for me," he asked.
"What, Evan?"
"Tell me if this isn't good for you. Otherwise, lay back down."
I was not entirely surprised when Evan unbuckled my belt, or performed the other tasks necessary to free my cock. I was glad to do what I could to help and my pants and underwear were soon around my knees.
Evan took a final pause, and then, instead of beginning to jerk me off as I had assumed at that point that he would do, took my dick in his mouth.
OMG. He was obviously inexperienced, but holy shit was he enthusiastic. His sucking was mostly confined to the head of my cock, with maybe an inch or so of the shaft. His enthusiasm was locked in a battle with his gag reflex. The latter was winner.
"Evan. Jerk the base while you suck."
He didn't even take my dick out of his mouth to answer. He just gave me an o.k. sign with his thumb and forefinger, then began to jerk me as well.
I was thinking `it's great when a plan comes together', but this was hardly the result of a plan. More like cashing a Pick 4 lottery ticket or something. But that was still too much thinking.
While I still had the power of speech I gave Evan some last instructions.
"If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, take my dick out when I tap you on the shoulder and I'll shoot on my stomach."
He gave no indication that he heard me. As I could feel the end near, I tapped him on the shoulder. He kept sucking.
There are limits to what a rookie can do, even a potential Rookie of the Year like Evan. He couldn't quite handle breathing, my cock in his mouth, and my ejaculate all at once. He started coughing, and some of my cum ran down his face.
"Oh man, I screwed it up."
I reached for some napkins and started wiping his face off.
"It seems like all I do is wipe cum off you. Yours last night, mine today. Heaven knows who's next."
He started to pout.
"Evan, just kidding. That was terrific. No one could do better at your age."
"For real? Thanks."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What?"
"Why? You didn't have to do that?"
"You want to know? You won't tell?"
"It will be our secret."
"After we left your cabin last night, we were talking, Kevin and I."
"About..."
"You know what about. I thought that because we had been jerking so much all week and that maybe there was other stuff. Kevin got going on this gay this, gay that stuff and I just got tired."
"So if Kevin could have kept his mouth shut, you would have done him?"
"I was thinking about it. But you know what?"
"I will if you tell me."
"I'm glad Kevin was an idiot. I liked sucking you."
"As you are aware I found it satisfying as well. Make me a promise."
"What's that?"
"That you let me do you before we get out of here tomorrow."
"For real?"
"For real. Think about it."
"I don't need to think about it. I want to."
"O.K. It's a deal. But we need to get back to camp now."
Bob and Deb were in the chapel, where he had gotten the VHS player hooked to a projector. They had a cartoon playing on a sheet hanging behind the altar.
"Here I come to save the day," I announced.
"'Little Women', `Black Beauty', who'd you take with you?"
I produced the other two.
Deb howled. "Birdie, birdie, birdie..."
"This will take some finessing," Bob stated.
"Betty."
"Yep."
"You think she's comin' out in this rain?"
"Nope."
"You gonna tell her?"
"Nope."
"Problem solved then. Deb, I assume you're either on an emergency mission to untangle Bob from these extension cords, or things are under control in the activity building."
"The latter. We have the counselors figuring out who is gonna be where. Kids are starting to get up."
"Terrific. Now I can go back to being a peon again."
"Even peons need to eat. Why don't you get some breakfast?"
"Hard to pass up instant gruel on a rainy morning. Later."
The mess hall had started to fill up. Maybe about 30 of the campers had decided wet and full beat dry and hungry. I grabbed the inevitable doughnut and made some more coffee -- WHY hadn't I thought to get some at the store? -- and took an out of the way spot in the back.
I sometimes find it easier to think when I can visualize, and I wanted to try to think of how we were going to get the kids through the rest of the day. And I find it easier to visualize with my eyes closed.
As a result, I was taken a little by surprise when I received a companion.
"I thought I was supposed to get breakfast in bed on my honeymoon."
"Morning, Caitlyn dear."
"Morning, my beloved."
"Still love me then?"
"I don't know, not getting breakfast in bed is bugging me. What I am I supposed to tell the other trophy wives?"
"Tell them the menu was limited, and you got the main course right before bed the night before."
"Oooh, proud of ourselves are we."
"You know it. I was up writing on bathroom walls all night."
"Pig."
"I'm an innocent victim of my baser instincts."
"I thought I was the victim of your baser instincts."
"I said `innocent' remember."
"As you recall, my innocence was lost in your bed last night."
"That particular recollection, my dear Caitlyn, will be quite persistent."
"Well, you just remember that trophy wives require regular servicing. You neglect your duty at your own risk. Later."
With that Caitlyn was up and back across the hall to join some of her other cabin mates.
My coffee had cooled off so I went to reload. Bob was first in a line of one ahead of me.
"The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup."
"It's mountain grown, you know."
I laughed. "All the freakin' coffee is grown in the mountains."
"Nothing like a blinding glimpse of the obvious to a copywriter. You gonna sit down."
"Yeah. I'm trying to think of what we've forgotten before it bites us in the ass. Speaking of which, you must have Cinema Canaan under control."
"One of the Warriors' counselors seemed to know what he was doing. I told him if he saw Betty coming to have Lassie ready to go."
"You don't think Betty would have issues with a state trooper drinking urine out of a beer bottle do you?"
"I try to overprepare."
"Wise, especially with this crew."
We took a break in the conversation to address our caffeine needs.
"So how was your first day, Stu?"
"I got through it, I guess. This gotta be pretty routine for you."
"As much as it can be. A lot is same stuff, different day with campers."
"They seem to be pretty good kids."
"Yeah, not every kid who goes to church is an angel, but you probably avoid a lot of serious issues by drawing your campers for a particular pool."
"Which reminds me, Bob. What are the pool rules, just in case the rain stops?"
"If the sky is clear, you can go in as soon as half an hour after the storm quits."
"It would help to have another location to send kids to. But then you'd have to figure out how to do the gender breakout as well. Wouldn't be a bad problem to have."
"Yeah, it's gonna mean an extra shower though. You can't let em in the pool after they've been running around in the mud, and you can't let em spend the night chlorinated."
I found myself lost in thought, but it seemed Bob read my mind.
"Shower supervision is tough duty, no?"
"Interesting for sure."
"How's that?"
"Well, from what I'm told, there is less than a three year spread between the oldest campers and youngest campers, but if the Challengers are any example, it seems a lot wider."
"In what way?"
It was obvious that Bob was trying to steer the conversation. I had an idea in what direction and why, but wanted to avoid a misstep. So I decided to throw it back to him.
"What way do you suppose would be most apparent in a shower room?"
Bob smiled.
"I would say you have quite a variety of genitalia, other than the basics, of course."
"Yeah, from what I could see it was two of one and one of the other across the board. Although in some cases they were easier to see than others."
"There are some specimens, for sure."
"You've been here three years, what's the biggest you've seen?"
"Probably about seven inches I guess. Didn't get a chance to measure, though."
"Pity. I imagine."
"Yeah. So you've got a few in the Challengers you said."
"Yeah. There are about four who are ahead of the group, shall we say."
"Was that one you took with you this morning?"
"Evan. Yeah. He's not as big as Kevin, but I am sure he would be more than adequate if anyone was interested."
"Those were two good ideas you had. About the movies, and then figuring out how to get Evan by yourself."
"We've kind of crossed a threshold here, haven't we, Bob?"
"It's o.k. We pretty much like the same thing, I think."
"How are you doing then?"
"Chris, the counselor I told you about."
"In the chapel."
"That's him. This is our third year here."
I laughed.
"What's funny?"
"There was a Neil Simon play, `Same Time Next Year' I think."
"I think I remember. Appropos, no."
"I think Evan might be worth an annual trip or two. He's a very interesting young man." Since Bob had already figured out me and Evan, no reason not to tell him something he didn't already know. Sean and Scott on the other hand, and my blushing `trophy bride" Caitlyn, on the other hand...
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Got any interest in you and I getting together?"
"Could be arranged. You thinkin' now?"
"Could be. How do we handle it if someone comes looking for us?"
"Bring your clipboard. We'll say we weren't having any luck getting any planning done here because of the noise."
"Hmmm, which also has the advantage of being the truth."
"Nothing like an honest lie to throw people off guard."
Bob and I departed in the most officious manner we could, clipboards at the ready.
Not that either Bob or I were in a sexual frenzy, Evan had taken care of me in that regard for awhile, we went to the closest cabin -- mine -- just to avoid as much of the downpour as we could.
"What's your pleasure, Bob?"
"I don't really care, what about you?"
"As you correctly surmised, Evan has handled -- so to speak -- my immediate needs. You want a blow job or do you want to plow my ass?"
"Both would be nice."
"That would have been my answer. Let's see what you got."
What Bob had was an average-sized uncut cock. I sat him on the bed and got to work.
Pulling the foreskin back, I tongued the head of his dick as it emerged into full erection. Knowing the blow job was not going to be the main event, I was almost cursory in my approach, working as much of the shaft as I could with my mouth but not worrying about anything more than making sure he was ready to work my ass over.
"He's ready," I announced, doubtless another blinding glimpse of the obvious to Bob.
I pulled my jeans and briefs down over my hips and got on all fours on the floor. This was going to be about as romantic as two dogs humping in city park, so I wanted to chose the appropriate position.
Bob thoughtfully rimmed me for a minute or two, and that, along with the work I had done on his dick made for a relatively easy entrance.
Unlike so much of the sex with Sean and Caitlyn, example, there was no underlying fondness or playfulness, just stick it in and unload. Bob found a steady rhythm to bring himself up to the point, and when I could sense a climax was imminent I did my part with a few well-timed muscle contractions.
Consistent with the businesslike nature of the transaction, Bob pulled out shortly after he was done and put his equipment away. I stood up and arranged my wardrobe in a manner more suitable for the public as well.
"Sure you don't want me to do you?"
"I appreciate the offer, but Evan drained me pretty well. Maybe a rain check, pardon the expression."
"Speaking of which, I wonder how the rest have survived without us."
"Hopefully they could handle fifteen minutes, otherwise I might decide to head another direction."
Once again brandishing our clipboards, Bob and I returned to the mess hall. Betty and Deb were there, almost smiling.
"The last of the rain is supposed to move through here in about an hour. We should be able to open the pool up after lunch and maybe get a little bit back on schedule."
"So what do you think, just take the morning schedule and cut the periods in half?"
"Except the trails are going to be a mess. I'm not sure about the ball field."
"Same as the trails, probably," observed Deb, "drainage was not a big concern when the fields were laid out."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Don't let her pre-pubescent appearance fool you," said Bob. "Deb is a veteran of Lake Canaan."
"Bob, if I didn't love you like a doddering old uncle or something you'd be getting my pre-pubescent foot up your post-geriatric ass about now. Oh, excuse me Betty."
"Just mind the kids, o.k. Deb?"
"Sorry." But not sorry enough to pass up the opportunity to stick her tongue out at Bob when Betty turned her back.
"Deb," I said, "I think that prepubescent is probably an exaggeration, but I would have had you pegged for a counselor at the most. Unless you've got i.d. we're gonna need someone else to make the beer run."
"No can do, Stu. If I start developing vices I might start looking my age, or worse, Bob's."
"So you're not going to disclose your secret?"
Deb leaned over to whisper in my ear.
"Prayer, fasting, and the blood of virgins."
I recoiled in mock horror.
"So I need to make sure to wear my crucifix and hang garlic over the windows."
"No offense, Stu, but I think that train has left the station."
"Sure, add to the weight of guilt I already bear."
"Why do I feel the next twinge of guilt you feel will be your first?"
"Maybe if I was more Catholic..."
"You already have the crucifix."
"Nah. Made that up."
"Garlic, too, I'll bet."
"Don't get overconfident, I saw some okra in the cooler."
"I'll consider myself warned."
"So anyway, you're disgustingly youthful appearance notwithstanding, how did you end up here doing double duty? You get community service hours or something?"
"No, I was supposed to have help, but she had to cancel. Wrecked her bike."
"Schwinn or Harley?"
"She was peddling, thank God. Broken arm, couple of cracked ribs, and some serious road rash. But she'll be fine."
"Good to hear. So hopefully you've got good girls in the cabins then."
"Yeah, they kinda handle things on their own."
"Seems like the same way on the boys side. I spent most of yesterday as a fifth wheel."
"You earned your keep this morning."
"You're too kind. So what did you have them doing in the activity center?"
"We got out every kind of ball we had, and most of them just laid there. The kids just seemed to kind of huddle up and talk."
"You think they're gonna feel like getting in the pool or anything this afternoon. Sooner or later they're gonna have to go stir crazy."
"What do you think about combining some of the cabins? I don't know if it's worth the hassle for 20 minutes in the water?"
"Worth a try. Let's figure it out and just tell Betty we're doing it. That will give her one less thing to think about."
Deb and I worked out a schedule that managed to get everyone in the water for an hour without it seeming like wading in the Ganges during a religious festival. We hoped.
Betty was fine with the schedule, with a condition.
"You're going to have to add some more supervision at the pool with that number of kids. The pool manager will kill me otherwise."
"We'll do what we can. We're still gonna be stretched pretty thin."
"Do your best."
Having no reply to that, Deb and I set out to deliver Thursday Schedule Version 3.0 to the cabins. Challengers would be in the pool first, with half of the Disciples. We added one of the counselors from Disciples to our team of pool police, and I changed into my hopelessly unfashionable swimming attire, albeit having no intention of getting wet.
Given that the task of maintaining order, as prescribed by pool rules, was utterly impossible, we satisfied ourselves with yesterday's level of behavior. As long as the bodies we hauled out of the pool were conscious and breathing, we would be all right.
"Stu, aren't you coming in?"
"Ben, if I were to enter the pool, I would lose my vantage point and would be unable to provide the high level of adult supervision which is lot in life this week."
"But why aren't you coming in?"
Trying again, "I need to keep an eye on you guys. Easier from up here."
"Oh. You gonna come in later?"
"Ben, what purpose would I serve besides taking up more space in what is already an overcrowded pool?"
"It's fun."
I had been so engrossed in my attempt at conversation with Ben that I was taken by surprise when Scott and Sean each grabbed an arm and a leg and launched me into the 8' section of the pool. I swam to the surface to confront the culprits.
"Ooops, a little over-rotated on the entry, Stu, that will cost you precious tenths," Scott intoned.
"Ah yes, here they come 2.5, 2.6, 2.8, a negative 21.0 from the Russian judge," Sean added.
"Thank you, gentlemen. I'll remind you that the cannonball has an extremely high degree of difficulty. That's why you see it so seldom at championship events."
Ben swam over to me.
"See, I told you it was fun."
"You think it would be fun if you lost your trunks, Ben?"
"You wouldn't try to take `em off here, would you?"
"Are you asking me to?"
"There's a lot of people."
"True. If you want me taking your trunks off, this is probably not the time and place."
Ben was quiet. "You're right. Like last night would be better."
"True. But we're all gonna lose our trunks when we get in the shower."
Ben giggled. "That's right, you didn't have to yesterday because you didn't get in. Today you have to get in with us."
I leaned over and whispered to Ben. "It's nothing you haven't seen, if you recall."
"Yeah, but I can want to see it some more if I want to, too."
"Well in that case I'll just stand next to you in the shower and give you a good look."
"Challengers out of the pool!" someone yelled.
I climbed out, feeling like I weighed 900 pounds or so wet. I didn't bother to throw my t-shirt on, just grabbed it along with my towel, slipped on my sandals, and began the trek to the showers.
Ben made sure to walk beside me all the way to the shower. Like there was a snowball's chance I was gonna let him get away from me.
We found space to sit on one of the benches next to each other. I got out of my clothes first and stood in front of him. My cock was probably no more than a foot and a half from his face.
"There you go, Ben. Like the view?"
"It's kinda big."
"Well that's a good sign for you then."
"How come?"
"Cuz your cock is bigger than mine was when I was your age. You should have a real monster when you get done growing."
"Wow."
"Yeah, wow. So are we gonna take a shower, or just look at each other's dicks all afternoon."
Although give our druthers I'm sure we would have done the latter, there was the issue of time and place again.
Today, with the additions from the Disciples, we had two dozen campers, Sean, Scott, me and one of the Disciples counselors. The demographics of the campers remained about the same. For every one with a cock that you might take notice of, there were two or three bald-microdicks.
But in the shower, even they had their positives. Although they didn't have much to offer from the front, their asses, especially when they had gotten wet, were almost to die for. I was going to need to complete my shower before my blood flow developed a mind of its own.
In that much I was successful. As I headed out, Ben stopped me one last time.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"If you want?"
"We asked Scott and Sean to throw you in. We wanted to look at your cock some more."
"Who is we?"
"Evan, David and me."
"You could have just asked, you know."
"No kidding?"
"No kidding. Listen, remember when you guys came over last night?"
"Yeah."
"Well if you and Evan and David want to come over again tonight I'll make it o.k. with Sean and Scott again."
"For real?"
"Sure. How about right after supper so we have plenty of time?"
"O.K. I'll ask the other guys, but I'm sure they'll want to, but..."
"But?"
"This time don't do anymore before, you know, so you can do it with us."
"O.K., deal."
That having been arranged, I went back to my cabin to try to find some dry clothes. A flying trip by the activity center indicated that it was unchanged since Deb's last report, which was a relief since some of the boys were undoubtedly capable of deciding to play dodgeball with baseballs.
The chapel was largely empty, apparently due to the incredible popularity of Black Beauty. What kind of idiot could have picked that out anyway? I should have let Evan have Street Fighter.
Walking back to the mess hall, I detoured by the pool. The Esthers, Caitlyn's crew, was sharing the pool with a portion of the Ruths. (I guess Eve was on someone's shit list.) Caitlyn sauntered over to the fence.
"Hello, again dear Caitlyn?"
"Hello, Stu. Have you decided what to get me for our anniversary?"
"Usually a trophy wife would get a boob job or something, but I think nature is gonna take care of getting you a set."
"You think, really?"
"Of course, I slept with your bra under my pillow last night so I should know better than anyone."
"Speaking of which you may have to get that back to me. My mom could get to the laundry first and she might wonder. That was my favorite."
"There's an assembly tomorrow right before we go home, I could ask Betty..."
"I wonder about you sometimes. It's a good thing we're sexually compatible."
"Well, I have to go shopping. I'll have to see if anyone in the commissary knows what you get for a 24 hour anniversary."
"As long as it comes in carats."
"Later, Caitlyn."
The mess hall was not as busy as the activity center, but not a ghost town like the chapel. Maybe 20 kids, in groups of three or four. None of the counselors or the adult supervisors were to be seen. For the first time in about ten hours I had some relatively peaceful time to myself that, and don't construe this as a complaint, did not involve sex.
I wandered over to see what in the way of sustenance was available and saw that God had been at work. No, it wasn't root beer popsicles, that would have been too much to expect. But fresh-brewed iced tea. I could have cried, but instead filled the biggest glass I could find, and decided to go outside and enjoy the afternoon.
There a few picnic tables and scattered chairs outside the mess hall for such occasions. Seeing no one else around, I decided to hog the furniture, and took two chairs to construct a lounge for myself. Taking a long sip of tea, I closed my eyes and tried to shut out thoughts of work, thoughts of camp, and even thoughts of sex. I drifted into a nap, having been unsuccessful with the part about the sex thoughts.
When I woke up I had company.
"How long was I out, Deb?"
"I've been here 10-15 minutes. You were out when I got here. I tried to keep the insects from flying into your mouth."
"Much obliged. Boys in the pool for a while."
"Yeah, I just came over here to get a break."
"Afternoon turned out pretty nice."
"Pretty much anything had to beat the morning."
"Hey, I'm really sorry about your friend. I bet you were looking forward to this."
Deb was more quiet than would have seemed necessary given the innocuous nature of the comment. I figured I had put my foot in my mouth without even knowing it.
"Deb, I don't know what I said but whatever it was..."
"No, Stu, there's no problem with what you said. I'm just oversensitive sometimes."
"Well, just hang in there another day and you'll be rid of Bob and I both."
"It's not you and Bob, it's just..."
Deb couldn't finish the sentence. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
Let the record show, sexist dinosaur pig that I am, is that there is nothing I am less competent dealing with than a crying female.
Since men crying is restricted largely to sporting events, or their dramatic interpretations, it's usually do to something good happening -- Robert Redford hits a home run in the playoff game, or Brandi Chastain taking off her jersey -- or something bad -- Apollo Creed getting his brains beat out by an effing Russian. I can pretty much figure that out.
But women could cry for a plane load of orphans crashing into a busload of puppies, or just because they weren't crying previously. Having serious doubts that her emotional attachment to Bob and I was sufficient to trigger an emotional reaction at the thought of our departure, it seemed more likely that the issue pertained to her friend.
"Stay here, Deb."
I went back inside the mess hall with some napkins for her tears, and some iced tea because it was there. I sat both down on the table next to her.
"In the movies it's whiskey, but I know how you are about vices."
Deb looked up. Her eyes were red, tears were running down her cheeks, her nose was running. She was cute as hell.
"If I keep this up I won't need vices to ruin my pre-pubescent looks."
"If you keep things in that should be let out it will have the same effect, Deb."
"I'm not keeping much in now, huh?"
"Deb, look, we met this morning, so it's not like we're lifelong friends. So you gotta tell me. You want to be by yourself, I'm outta here. On the other hand, I'll stay here with you all night and all day tomorrow and not say a word if you want."
Which set Deb off on another crying jag. What an idiot I can be.
Having made one stupid move after another, I figured the best thing to do was to get away from Deb as soon as possible. I stood up and started to walk back into the mess hall.
"Please don't leave." That figured.
I sat back down and waited. For, I decided, as long as necessary.
"Megan and I met last summer here. We were both counselors. It was like this, it had rained in the morning, cleared off in the afternoon. We were sitting outside, just like this."
"Ouch."
"Yeah, it just hit home all at once. How much fun we had, how much we were looking forward to being together, and now..."
"Did you think about just not coming, cancelling out?"
"Yeah, but then they would have had two vacancies to fill, and they would have wondered why I needed to cancel when Megan got hurt."
I was quiet for a moment.
"Will you be able to go see her after camp?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"Why? Too far?"
"No. Her folks don't like me."
"Deb, I don't want to go overboard from a whopping 8 or 9 hours of knowing you, but I don't see what's not to like."
Deb looked up and smiled. While I am a long way from an art fancier, although I will buy almost any Monet print, her face had an expression of such tragic beauty that only a master could render.
"I'm a girl."
On my slow days I could make Homer Simpson seem like John Nash.
"And this was your time to get together because her `rents didn't know you were gonna be the other supervisor. Oh shit, Deb."
Deb laughed.
"So you see, I have my vices after all."
"Loving someone is not a vice, Deb. Even if you both use the same bathroom at McDonald's."
Deb let out a snort. "You're such a poet."
"Aren't you going to say `What do you know about love?' or something theatrical?"
"Not necessary, really. Sean and I talked at dinner Tuesday before you came up. He said you lived alone because you pretty much didn't want to inflict yourself on anyone else."
"I don't recall telling him that verbatim, but that's about the size of it."
"Pardon my French but that's a hell of an attitude."
"That's o.k., most people don't know attitude is of French derivation."
"I'm gonna have to smack you."
"Careful, the only way I know to counter elder abuse is sexual harassment."
"Well, I'm sure Bob would say if you can't make sexual advances toward prepubescent lesbians at church camp, when are you gonna do it."
"Yeah, but just one at a time, Penthouse will never publish me."
"Too bad, I haven't cut any out the herd this week. Your literary career is stillborn."
"Oh well, it took Edison 2,000 tries to make a lightbulb and Penthouse never published him, either."
"You think maybe we need to go check on the inmates before this conversation gets any stranger."
"I doubt if it's possible to get much stranger, but we should go see how the troops are doing."
This ends the first installment of an unwieldy wrap up to the Lake Canaan saga. Part of the problem when characters write their own story is they don't always submit an outline. Thanks for your patience, and when this sucker gets done we'll go back to some of the previous threads.
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