Summer Camp Part 2

Well, now I have received my cabin assignment, and I would be spending a month of my life with Tim and Joey. I wasn’t sure what to really make of it, because I am almost 100% sure that they caught me jacking off by the lake. These are young, church-going Christians that we are talking about, and what I was doing must surely be a sin! We sat through a quick orientation explaining to the kids how the camp worked, and how activities would be planned out. Our camp was pretty much a do-what-you-want type of place, and it was purely for social fun. After the orientation, I took Tim and Joey for a tour of the facilities around the camp, gave them both a map, and we set off with their stuff toward the Oak cabin at the back of the camp.


“Are we going to see the lake” Joey asked with his silly grin.


“Well, our cabin is right on the lake, so of course we will” I answered, but I had an idea what he might have really meant. “Let’s drop our stuff off first.”


We hiked through the camp, and we were sweaty and exhausted from carrying the boys gear when we finally arrived at the cabin. We headed inside, and I let the boys pick their spots. They both chose beds adjacent with my own, and set their stuff by the beds. Our day went pretty quick, and we looked through books of activities, planned out some of our time together, got the cabin ready, and ate our meals. It was now dark, and it was an extremely muggy night. We had worked really hard all day, and we each sweat off a few pounds from our work.


“We should probably get cleaned up before we get ready for bed. We probably smell pretty bad by now” Tim commented.


“That is probably best” I said. “The bathroom is right through here.”


I showed the boys into the bathroom, and I expected their reaction to be sort of awkward. Our cabins had bathrooms similar to a gym locker room. There were a couple of stalls, a couple of urinals, and a shower area that was wide open with shower heads all around the wall. Most of the time, these young kids have an issue with the wide open shower, especially when they are the age of Tim and Joey. I also admit that I expected a church group to be slightly more conservative, and that it make take some adjustments for them to get comfortable. I was wrong! The boys didn’t seem to have a problem at all. We stepped back into the bedroom are of the cabin and the boys started to gather their shower stuff to get cleaned up. When the boys gathered their shower gear, they turned to me and had a slightly surprised, and disappointed, look on their faces.


“What’s wrong” I asked.


“Aren’t you going to get cleaned up too” Tim asked back.


“Oh, I thought you guys would like some privacy, and I showered this morning” I answered.


“Privacy?