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Thomas - WMASG - 11-15-2025
When I was 13, I went away to summer camp. It was in a time when kids did not have phones and most people had not heard of the internet. You had to make your own fun. The camp was on a lake. There were trails through woods, rocky cliffs along the lake, a beach and farther down the lake another camp full of girls that we shared some activities with. I was in a cabin with three other boys about my age.
Steve was the oldest and had been a regular at the camp for years. He was a little bossy at first, always telling us that we would find out the rules the "hard way". He had memorized a ton of jokes, most of them dirty and was kind of a pain in the ass. Kevin was new to the camp like me and about my age. He was a little chubby and we found out the first night that he snored. Roy was the youngest. He was not happy to be at the camp and would go off and stay at a cabin with his relatives most weekends.
Each day we had morning and afternoon activities. We had an hour off before lunch and two hours before dinner. The activities weren't like school. They were fun. Learning swimming, playing baseball, making things. Weekend activities included girls from the other camp and on any day that it did not rain you could always see them down at the main beach if you were willing to walk a few miles.
The very first day we learned a rule the "hard way". At lunch Kevin and I sat down together near the windows. Steve didn't join us. After a few bites a large senior boy stood over us. There were boys as old as 16 at the camp and he was the biggest.
"Beat it, worms. You don't sit at this table."
Without a word Kevin and I walked away, and the large kid sat down with a few other big kids. We sat down at an empty table, and I saw Steve across the room with a big smile on his face. One of the other older boys left his table and came over to talk to us.
"Hey. My name is Pete. Sorry about that. That table is for seniors. That other guy is Karl. You don't have to worry about him, or anyone else. Was Karl rude to you?"
Kevin sat there quietly. I answered. "Not really."
Pete looked back to his table. I looked as well. Karl did not seem concerned. "He is going to come here and apologize."
Kevin found his voice. "He doesn't have to!"
I watched Pete walk back. He talked into Karl" s ear. Karl got a funny look on his face and got up and came over to us. Kevin sank into the table.
Karl stood above us looking down. "Sorry, if I was rude guys. Just a tradition." He then crouched down and talked to us for a while, mostly about baseball. There was going to be a game later and the two teams split every age group up equally. He sized me up and told me I looked athletic.
Kevin and I were amazed that Karl apologized.
That first day I spent time at the beach. Already there were a few girls there, mostly the older ones. Those were the ones I liked to look at the most. The shared beach was a far walk away but we had a smaller one at the boy" s camp.
A few days later I was at the boy" s beach when I had my second encounter with Pete. It was hot, but the lake was always a little cool. Some seniors arrived and all jumped into the lake. Some of them were practicing for track and would do a long run as an activity. I was by myself at the edge of the wet sand when Pete came out of the water and stood in front of me. His bathing suit clung to him when he first came out of the water, and I got an eyeful. As he talked, he looked around and never met my eye. He was looking away as I stared right at his ass and crotch. You could see the shape clearly. He sat down facing me. I was talking directly to him, but I couldn't help noticing the swell. He was either very large or semi-erect. I could see the shape of the head of his penis. I started to get an erection as well and I positioned myself so that he wouldn't notice.
I have to say that I would get excited whenever I saw a girl" s breast, or a nice bum of either a boy or girl and sometimes a large or erect penis would give me a sympathetic erection. Physical contact became a problem, and I lost the ability to rough house with my school friends without consequence.
He asked me how I was doing. His sudden attention had gotten me flustered. I asked him why he wasn't in the water with his friends. He told me that he spent too much time with them. We talked about his interests and mine. It seemed we had a lot of common interests. He asked me if I wanted to hang out on the weekend. I told him I would. I even told him that my cabinmates were boring. He laughed and admitted that he was boring three years ago as well.
We went for a hike on Saturday morning. He told me he usually hiked alone, but he was glad for the company. It was a challenge for me, but we climbed a rocky summit and he showed me the area from above. We always found something to talk about and even when we sat silently it was a great view.
After the hike he wanted to bring me back to his cabin, but I was intimidated by his friends. He assured me it would be fun.
Three of the other seniors were there, two were playing chess. There were two 10-dollar bills by the board. What was the money for? It was a bet. They bet on everything. They had cigarettes, posters of girls on the wall and dirty magazines (I was told). They swore a lot and talked about drinking and girls. Of course, they asked me about my experience with girls. I refused to tell them about my lame experiences. To my embarrassment one of them said the girls would find me cute. And then another said I was a "real catch" . And a third called me a "prized fish" . The other two laughed at that. They made jokes about masturbation and wet dreams. They warned me to not sit on one of the bunks, because of all the stains. Pete sat silently. He seemed embarrassed.
After we left it was obvious that Pete was upset. I found myself having to console someone who was older than me. He was the one they were teasing about wet dreams. He didn't expect his friends to embarrass him in front of a new friend. He said I was lucky to be so young and not have wet dreams. /p>
"Pete, I" ve been having wet dreams since the winter. It" s not easy for me to sleep in a cabin with other boys."
He smiled. He wanted to hang out with someone like me who would understand him. He wanted to be my best friend. His real name was Peter and he wanted me to call him that. I told him to call me Thomas. He said we would use our real names when we were alone and that it was just for the two of us. We spent most of our free time together after that.
I was away from the other boys my age for most of my free time and Steve asked me where I was. I told him I was hanging around Pete and his friend. He seemed instantly upset. "You shouldn't"
"What? Why does it matter to you? Just because you have been here for years and never made any cool friends."
He just silently looked at me. I said with contempt, "Are you going to tell me I will find out the hard way?"
"No Tom. You are right. I should not have said anything."
One hot sunny day Pete told me to come see him at sunset. When I did, he told me I was going to see a secret place and that he could trust me not to tell anyone about it. He was carrying a little bag and I asked him what was inside. He told me I would have to wait and see. We walked along the lake into the woods and out again. As we came out of the woods, we walked into a rocky area close to the water. The view was blocked in every direction except towards the lake. There was a flat stony area with one of Pete" s friends tending a fire. There were three people in the water playing monkey in the middle. The lake was mostly in shadow, but this little cove was still in light.
"Isn't the lake too cold to swim in?" I asked.
"That" s the secret. The sun hits this cove late in the day and this whole shallow area is warmer than the rest of the lake."
He opened the bag and showed me two towels, a bathing suit and some drinks. I walked to the water while he changed into his bathing suit. He went in the water./p> p>" Feel the heat of the rocks? Come in, the water is warm."
"I don't have a bathing suit Peter."
"Well, you can skinny dip or swim in your underwear."
"What about swimming in my shorts?"