This journal is the property of Pericles Julius Somerset. Its contents are private, and they should not be read by anyone else. That goes for you, Carl. If found, please return to its owner.

July 6, 2024
Dear Diary,
No, that’s stupid. I’m not a teenaged girl.
My name is Perry Somerset, and this is my journal. I’ve never kept a journal before, but my therapist said I mind find it useful. They even gave me this journal, which I quite like. I know the cover isn’t real leather, but it looks nice, and I like the sun and moon design that’s stamped on it in gold foil. It makes me think that this is a book that can contain everything that happens, date or night.
Are you supposed to describe yourself in a journal? Whatever, I’m gonna. I’m 4’6”, 150 lbs…which is pretty chubby, even for an African Elephant like me. I have light gray skin, brownish hair I wear real short, like a buzzcut, and blue eyes. When you can see ‘em behind these Coke-bottle glasses I have to wear. I have tusks, but they’re pretty small. It’s a bit embarrassing. 
I’ve actually had this journal for a couple of weeks now. Carl even gave me this really nice pen set to use with it. I know he’s trying, but I didn’t ask for a stepfather. I know he makes Mother happy, though, so I try to tolerate him. I think he’s just a bit disappointed that I’m not really a throw a ball around in the back yard kind of kid. I’d rather read my comics or books, or chat with friends on the internet, or go see a movie or go to the museum. I think he knows I’m smarter than he is, so he finds me a little intimidating.
Maybe that’s why he convinced Mother to agree to send me off to summer camp. It means eight weeks with them not having to put up with me. They can get along together alone and do all the sexy things they want without worrying about a kid underfoot. 
Mother gave a big speech about how I spend too much time indoors and need to “broaden my interests”. All I know is that I’m going to be stuck around a bunch of other boys for eight weeks. I’m not a very sporty kid. It’s a stereotype to say that elephants tend towards being a bit chubby, but, sadly, I fit the stereotype. I wear glasses. A lot of the boys at school call me a nerd…and I guess I am. I like Star Wars and Dungeons & Dragons and comic books and making miniature dioramas of Revolutionary War scenes…
Okay, yeah, I’m a nerd. I’m scared I’m gonna get beaten up or wedgied or given swirlies and purple nurples for eight weeks when I don’t have the chance to run away home.
Worse, I looked at the facilities the camp has. There’s a shower house with one big shower. I’m going to have to be naked and shower in front of other boys! It’s bad enough I don’t think I’m very big down there, and my doctor says I’m a late bloomer, so I’m still smooth. It’s bad enough I’m as chubby as I am. Lately, I’ve been getting these really awkward boners when I think about certain things…like seeing Jonas Nelson in the pool last week. His folks are in the same health club as my folks, so we were in the swimming pool together. He’s a hyena, and he’s really nicely built, about two years older than me. He went with his folks to Europe last summer, and he brought back a speedo. It’s red and kind of glittery, and it showed his dick off really well. He’s big, too. I couldn’t help but stare, and then I got a boner. He looked over and grinned, and I thought I was gonna get beaten up, but he just laughed. He laughs a lot. I like hearing him laugh, ‘cause he never laughs at me.
“It’s okay, Perry,” he said. “Lots of guys get them. I’m glad you like what you see.” He ruffled my hair, and all I could think was how much I wanted him to like me more and more and maybe do stuff with me…
Aaaaand I have a boner. So yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.
Anyway, I made plans with Jonas to hang out more, and we even talked about maybe having a sleepover. And maybe I’m crazy, but I think he likes me, and maybe wants to be boyfriends, and now I have to leave for the summer! It’s so unfair. I told him I’ll be away, but he just smiled. “It’s cool, Perry. We’ll still have lots of time to hang out when you get back. Maybe you’ll learn some cool stuff you can show me.” He’s awesome like that. But I’m really gonna miss him. Eight weeks in a steaming jungle hell…
Okay, I’m exaggerating. Maybe it won’t be as bad as I’m thinking.
With my luck, it’ll be worse.

July 7, 2024
Hello, Journal. I don’t know why I’m addressing you like a person. It’s not like anyone will read this but me. Well, I’m at Camp Summerflame, and it’s…yeah, I don’t know what to think. Mother and Carl drove me up to New Hampshire. It’s pretty, I guess. I’m trying to think of it like an adventure. Like I’m my Paladin character Hannibal from when I played D&D with Maria, Joe, and the Kenny Twins. Except Hannibal has his party to back him up, and I’m on my own.
But the area’s nice. There are lots of trees and a big lake. Swimming happens almost daily, and I do love swimming, so that’s good at least. Mother walked around the grounds with me while Carl met with this big badger who I guess is the head of the camp. Mother assures me it’s just to sign paperwork and deposit some money in my name in the Camp Store, but I can’t help thinking Carl is giving some variation on some of the speeches he’s given me. “Perry’s a great kid, but he needs to toughen up. He has to get his head out of the clouds and realize life isn’t a big game or something. I mean, if he doesn’t drop some weight and learn to hold his own, how’s he gonna make it through life?” I’ve heard it several times in the year since he and Mother got married. My reactions to his words are probably one of the reasons I’m being abandoned here.
Mother was helping me carry my bags, and I guess I must’ve looked a bit lost, because the next thing I knew, I heard a voice say, “Hi! You must be new, ‘cause I don’t remember you. First year?” The boy greeting us was a brown bear, a couple of inches shorter than me. I guessed he was around the same age. He was wearing tan cargo shorts and a red t-shirt with the camp logo on it. He had gold eyes and a big grin. He kind of reminded me of Jonas ‘cause of that grin. Also ‘cause he was kind of cute.
“Um, yeah. Hi. I’m new,” I said. I looked up at Mother, but she just nodded and smiled. “My name’s Perry Somerset.”
“Hi, Perry. I’m Carey. Hey, our names almost rhyme. I’m guessing you’re looking for your cabin, right? How old’re you?” 
I smiled a little. He had a little pudge to him, so I thought maybe here was a kid I would get along with. He didn’t seem like the type to give you a swirlie. “I’m twelve. The paper says I’m in Wolf Cabin?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yup, same as me. I can help you get settled in.” He smiled up at Mother. “I can carry those for him, Ms. Somerset.”
Mother seemed a bit taken aback. “Oh, well, I don’t want to impose.”
Carey waved that off with a surprising amount of confidence and maturity. “It’s no trouble at all. If you want a cold drink, they have refreshments in the Mess Hall over there. I’ll bring him back over when we get him squared away.”
I just realized how much I’m writing everything out. Is that how you’re supposed to write a journal? I guess that’s why Mrs. Hansen in English says I should submit some of my essays to the school paper. I like to write.
Carey took my other bags from Mother, and he led me along, pointing things out as we went – the big field where games are played, the Camp Store, the Community Hall, the Administration Building where they do First Aid, the Bathroom and Shower House (I got a little chill at that). We walked on a path through the woods to the cluster of cabins, and it was pretty obvious which was which, as they all had little signs with the name of the animal, a picture of it, and a paw print. Inside was a bit more…rustic than I’d hoped. There was electric lighting, but no bathrooms. You had to walk back to the main restrooms for that, Carey explained. The buildings had exposed timbers and rafters, and there was a jockstrap hanging from a nail overhead.
I think I stared at it a moment, because Carey laughed. “Don’t worry about that. It’s kind of an in-joke. Do you prefer top or bottom?”
“E-excuse me?” I asked, feeling a sudden flush on my face and a rush of blood to my lap. Was the cute bear boy propositioning me? How did he know I was having these feelings?
Carey cocked his head, then smiled. “Bunk? Do you want a top or bottom bunk?”
“Oh.” I felt very foolish. “Um…bottom, I guess? I don’t know if I should climb those little ladders. They don’t look super sturdy.”
“You’d be surprised. Hey, the bottom bunk under me is open. Wanna be bunkmates?” Carey grinned at me. “I promise I don’t snore too much. Do you?”
“I don’t think so?” I said. Did I snore? Man, you don’t know what you need to know until you need to know it!
“If you do, I’ll just throw a pillow at you,” he said, grinning. “Here, this is my bunk over here.” He was really nice. He helped me set up the fitted sheets and pillowcases Mother had insisted I bring, and then I rolled out the sleeping bag Carl had helped me pick out. The foot of the bed had two footlockers, and he offered to help me unpack my bags into the empty one. 
“I’ll do it later,” I said, shoving the bags under the bed for now. I don’t know why I was shy about him seeing my stuff. I was sure he’d see it over the course of the eight weeks.
“Okay, let’s get you back before your folks worry. I’m sure they’ll want to say goodbye. I’m sure Mr. Burkessen will tell them, but every other Sunday is Visitor’s Day, so they can come if it’s not too far.”
“Maybe,” I said, letting it drop. Once Carl and Mother were alone, I doubted they’d spend much time worrying about me. We walked back, and he told me about a lot of stuff that sounds kind of cool, like swimming, canoeing, archery, arts & crafts, and water balloon fights. Some of it didn’t sound great. Apparently there was field hockey, touch football, softball, soccer, capture the flag, and stuff like that. “I’m not great at sports,” I said, uncertainly.
“Well, I like soccer, but I’m terrible at softball,” he laughed. “You can try whatever you like. There are always a couple of things happening at any given time, so you don’t have to do the sports if you don’t want to. But you can always try. Maybe you’ll find something you like that you didn’t know about.”
“I’m gonna just run and use the restroom,” I told him. He nodded and paused outside while I ducked in. I took a moment to look around the shower room. It was just as bad as I’d feared. There was no way I’d be able to hide from the eyes of the other campers in there. I felt a stirring in my pants and quickly stepped over to the urinal, opening my shorts and pulling it out. Did I have time to whack it quickly to make it go down? But just then, I heard someone else coming in and turned to see Carey walking casually up next to me.
“Figured I’d do a tactical wee myself,” he grinned, unzipping and aiming into his own urinal. I couldn’t help but glance down. He didn’t look particularly big himself. Maybe my late bloomer fears weren’t so bad?
“Looks good,” he said, and I looked up at him in surprise. He was smiling, and he nodded down at my erect dick. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Between showers, bathroom, skinny dipping, occasional night streaking…well, let’s just say you see a lot of guys naked around here. They’re real hard on bullying, so if you’re worried, don’t be.” He patted my shoulder, finished peeing, and then tucked himself away and zipped up. “If you need a minute to make that go down, I’ll stand watch.”
“N-no, that’s okay,” I said, feeling overwhelmed. He was just so…so casual about it. He smiled and stepped outside. I managed a slight trickle (peeing with a boner is the worst) and tucked away. When I came out, he nodded, and we walked on like nothing had happened at all.
By the time he got me back to the Mess Hall, Carl had joined Mother. They were sitting at a picnic table type arrangement along with the badger, a pig, and a really short, chubby opossum. They were laughing, and Carey grinned, leading me over. “Well,” said the badger, smiling at us. “I heard Mr. Winslow was getting you settled in, Mr. Somerset. All satisfactory?”
I blinked, but Carey surged ahead. “All’s well, Mr. Burkessen. I was showing Perry around a little.”
The badger smiled, very warmly. It made me feel a little funny in my belly. “All’s well on your end, Perry?”
I swallowed a bit. “Oh…yes, Mr. Burkessen. Very fine.”
“Excellent. Let me introduce you to Curtis Jefferson, our Camp Cook.”
The opossum grinned and nodded to me. “Just call me Cookie, Perry; everyone does.”
“And this is your Cabin Counselor, Jeremy Rollins.”
“Good to meet you, Mr. Rollins,” I said, smiling at the pig.
“Just Rollins,” the pig said with a wide grin. “I dunno…the Jeremy part just never seemed to fit me.” I gave him a good look. He was solidly built, with really muscular legs. He had on khaki shorts, a royal blue t-shirt with the camp logo, and a wrist full of friendship bracelets and beads. He had reddish-blond hair that was kind of curly, and his stubble just showed a strong chin. I liked him immediately. He was sexy and seemed really together in a way that made you feel comfortable to be around him.
Yeah, okay, journal, I had a total crush on him instantly. I say quickly at the table to hide my boner, but I feel like Carey somehow knew. He was a good enough friend not to call attention, however. He grabbed me a glass of what I later found out was Cookie’s special Welcome Punch. It was like a fizzy fruit punch with a nice watermelon taste and a dollop of rainbow sherbet to keep it cold. Very tasty.
The adults talked a bit more, and Carey hung out with me. “They do themes every week…you know, like Superhero Week, or Roman Week, or Gangsters Week. The Counselors pick the themes, but campers can suggest them. First week is always what they call Freestyle Week, which means no real theme…it lets new campers kind of get acclimated. Things get crazy when the themes come in, though.”
“That sounds pretty fun,” I admitted with a smile. Maybe this summer wouldn’t be totally the worst after all. I could think of some fun stuff…maybe a Medieval Week or something, to make it like D&D. Before long, Carl and Mother stood and talked about the long drive home. I stood up and shook hands with Carl, like I knew I was expected to. I think Mother and I both had kind of a moment when we realized we weren’t going to see each other for at least two weeks, and we both cried a little as she hugged me goodbye.
“If you really don’t want to stay, just call, and I’ll come get you. Write me if there’s anything you want me to send or bring up to you. We’ll come for Visitor’s Day in two weeks.”
“I’m okay,” I told her, trying to be strong. I really wasn’t, though. 
Rollins seemed to notice something, because, as she was walking away, he said, “Hey, Perry. Have you seen the Cozy Cove, yet? Come check it out. I think you’ll like it.” He put a big hand on my back and gently steered me into a room off the Mess Hall. It was empty, and I could hear Carey heading out with Mr. Burkessen to help him with something and Cookie heading into the kitchen. Once we were alone, Rollins gently told me, “I know it can be hard, being away from home for the first time.”
“I’m okay,” I said again, but I could hear my own voice break and feel the tears bubbling up. To my surprise, he turned me to face him and hugged me in close. I hardly knew him, but I threw my arms around him and bawled into his shirt and belly. He rubbed my back, softly. “There you go, buddy. Just get it all out.” By the time I was done getting it out, his shirt was a mess.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I sobbed, wiping at it with my sleeve.
“Ehhh, my shorts have had worse on them,” he laughed. He squeezed my shoulder. “Seriously, though, it can be hard, even for kids who’re looking forward to camp, and I kinda guess you weren’t from what your Stepdad was saying.”
I felt my ears redden. Jeez, how much had Carol spilled to Mr. Burkessen and Rollins? “I just…it’s not…”
“I know,” he assured me, patting my shoulder with a smile. “You’re not someone who’s found much use for the outdoors, or physical stuff. It’s all good. You’re not the only one who’s come here like that. But I’ll tell you something.” He sat down on the arm of a couch, and we were more eye to eye. “You wanna see something?” He pulled out his phone and flicked through his picture reel. When he found what he wanted, he showed me a photo of a chubby young pig in a red shirt with the camp logo on it, grinning and giving a peace sign with his fingers. The logo was slightly different, and I could see that it was a pic taken of a photograph. “That’s me, believe it or not.”
I took his phone, looking at the picture. I could see it was him, but he was…well, he was pretty fat. Fatter than me, for sure. He was holding up a trophy of some kind, grinning from ear to ear. Other campers were around him, patting him on the back and such. “I know,” he said, chuckling. “I lost a lot of weight during puberty, but I loved this place, and I won that trophy for endurance swimming.” I handed him back his phone. “This place…what you get out of it depends on what you put into it. I think, if you give it a chance, you might get a lot out of it. And if there’s anything I can do to help, I will. I’ve been coming here since I was around your age, and I really love this place. I hope you’ll come to love it as much as I do.”
Okay, so that was kinda sappy, but hey…I had a crush on my Counselor, and I’d already made a friend in Carey. I figured I could give it a shot.
Oh, and Cookie’s sloppy joes are awwwwesome! That was dinner, alongside salad and a slice of white-frosted chocolate sheet cake with rainbow sprinkles. I guess there are worse ways to spend the summer.

July 8, 2024
Hey, Journal…or, like, Future Me. Today was sure a lot of firsts!
Mr. Carter, or Charlie as he likes to be called, did some very funny announcements over the P.A.  to wake us up. Breakfast was good. There was a buffet line with scrambled eggs (that weren’t watery at all!), grilled mushrooms and onions, waffles, pancakes, and fruit you could put on them. We did a bunch of what they called Field Games. They’re to make us meet lots of different campers in a short time, I guess, because you end up in various groups. I actually impressed one group, because we had to get across a line using plastic toboggans as shields as people squirted us with super soakers. I explained a phalanx to them, and we got over really easily. I was terrible at tug of war, though, but even those of us who lost were mostly laughing about it.
All the camp staff and Counselors are really fun and funny, and the Junior Counselors are just like us, but a couple of years older. Most of them used to go to camp here. Our Cabin’s Junior Counselor’s name is Danny, and he’s this rabbit who’s really hyper and a bit kooky. It sounds like he organized a big water fight last year, and he’s been asking Mr. Burkessen to do it again. I guess we’ll see what happens!
Swimming was awesome. They do some testing for First Timers, and the swimming instructor, Lance (Carey said to call him Lanky), put me in the advanced class. Carey’s in that class, too, so it’s cool that we get to hang out. He’s’ definitely my best friend here, so far, although there’s also a red panda name Marty who seems cool, if even more shy than me, and a jaguar named Manny who was part of my phalanx team, and he thinks I’m super smart. He’s called me Professor a couple of times, and I don’t mind the nickname. They’re all in my cabin, so we eat at the same table in the Mess Hall, with Danny at one end, and Rollins at the other.
I really like Rollins. He seems like he’s just a really smart, confident guy, but still funny and “one of the boys”. He has no problem showering with his cabin, and that was a treat, I have to say. Yes, I know, I was freaked out about it, but Danny, Rollins, Carey, and Manny were all so nonchalant about it, that I just went along with everyone else. One thing that’s obvious is that EVERYONE checks out everyone else. So that means I get to check out everyone without feeling weird about it. And mostly, if you get caught staring, the person just grins back. Manny got a little flushed when I noticed him looking me over, but he grinned and just shrugged. Rollins and Danny also don’t seem to mind being checked out. Rollins even gave me a little wink when he noticed me looking, and, I might be imagining it, but it seemed like he took an extra moment to wash his foreskin out as I watched. I don’t have one, so it was interesting to see. I tried to be cool about it, but I’m pretty sure Carey noticed where I was looking too, but he just smiled and looked away politely.
We had swimming after breakfast, and then we did a little hike, and we learned about edible plants you could forage. Lunch was mostly cold sandwiches and a kind of fruit soup that was cold and really good. We did some Arts & Crafts in the afternoon, and I starting making a woven placemat kind of thing on this plastic loom. I wasn’t done, but Charlie said it was fine, and I could pick it up another day. He’d make sure no one else would bother it. I was kind of dreading playing Capture the Flag, but it was actually different and fun. We played in the woods, and there were all kinds of strategies you could use, so I did okay, even though my team lost. Still not sure how many sports I want to do, but that was fine at least. Dinner was really good, too. Lasagna, which is one of my favorites, along with salad and a mixed berry cobbler. I’m not sure I’m gonna lose weight eating like this, though maybe the physical stuff is making up for it. Then we went to the Community Hall and got to watch some cartoons they projected on a screen. Finally, we hiked through the woods to the Fire Pit, and we toasted marshmallows. Mr. Burkessen did some announcements to kind of wrap up the day, and then Charlie brought out his guitar, and we did a sing-along. I didn’t know all the songs, but Carey told me it was no problem. I’d probably learn them over the weeks.
When we got back to the cabin, Rollins said, “Okay, you guys can enjoy some chill out time. Feel free to read or talk or whatever, but it’s lights out in an hour.” He and Danny stepped outside to, I guess, probably talk things over about how the day had gone. Carey climbed up into his bunk, and I took out some of my comics to read. His head appeared from above upside-down. “Oh, cool!” he said, “I love comics, too. Whatcha got?” It turned out he had some with him, too, and we promised to trade afterwards. He also plays D&D, so how lucky is that? He said that there’s a big block of free time on Saturdays, and he usually plays it with a few of the older kids, and I could join in too. I figure if no one’s playing a Paladin, I can recreate Hannibal, if they don’t mind me bringing him in.
After lights out, I thought I would fall right to sleep, but I couldn’t at first. I was listening to the crickets and the soft sounds of the other boys sleeping. And then I heard a kind of soft, wet sound. I looked over and I saw that Rollins was still awake, and he was only partly covered by the top of his sleeping bag. And judging by the noises and the way his sleeping bag moved, I could tell that he was whacking it!
I went really still, and I watched, really curious. I thought I was being pretty quiet, but I must’ve made some kind of noise, because he looked over. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but I heard him chuckle softly. I kept my eyes closed a bit, but when I peeked, he was still doing it, and he was looking over at me, grinning. I flushed, but then he pushed his sleeping bag down just far enough so I could see him doing it.
I know I said before that he’s not circumcised, but I didn’t say how thick he is…it’s really thick! And he has really big balls. In the shower, they kinda dangle down, but in bed, they were pillowed on his closed thighs. As I watched, he licked his palm, then reached down, cranking his dick real good. He grinned more, then nodded at my own sleeping bag. I bit my lip, but then I unzipped it quietly and pushed the top down, showing that I had a bulge in my tighty-whiteys. He gave me a smile and a thumbs up and kept jerking, so I thought…why not? I pushed mine down, licked my hand, and started jerking off, too. That made him grin even more, and he nodded, like he approved. He went faster, and I was already going fast. I guess grown-ups take more time than I do, because it didn’t take me long before I was red in the face and close. I shuddered when I went off, putting my arm over my mouth to stay quiet. I just started shooting this past March, so a few jets came out, and he seemed to like that. He jerked super-fast, and then he bit his lip, shooting a REALLY big load over his belly. It was so hot, especially because I felt like, at least a little, it was because of me! That made me feel sexy.
When he was done, he picked up his undies from beside the bed, wiping himself clean, then pushed them into his laundry bag. I blushed and did the same, then made a decision to sleep naked, as he seemed to be doing. He grinned, pulling his sleeping bag back up and zipping it, and I mirrored him. “Night, Perry,” he whispered to me. “Thanks for the nice view.” Then he rolled over and went to sleep.
I had to write about it, but I don’t know how I feel. Kind of sexy and excited, but a little scared and confused, too. Does he like me? Does he want to do more? I don’t think I’m gonna get a lot of sleep tonight.

July 9, 2024 
I thought no way I would fall asleep, feeling all sexy and excited, but I must’ve passed out, because it was morning and birdcalls and Charlie on the P.A. before I knew it. Rollins led us down to the bathhouse, and we showered. This time, I made sure to take a showerhead closer to him so I could be right there with him. He kept it casual, though. He didn’t act like anything unusual had happened, and part of me wondered if I had had a wet dream. There was something in his smile and wink, though, especially as he cleaned his crotch while looking at me. I was pretty sure it had happened.
Afterwards, he walked with me back to the cabin. He spoke with me quietly. “We have two really important rules you haven’t heard yet, Perry,” he said. “One, none of us will ever push a camper to do anything they don’t want to. Understand? Last night was fun, but we can never do anything like that again if you don’t want to.”
“I want to!” I said, a little too loud. I blushed and hushed, but he laughed.
“Okay, well, that’s pretty clear.” He squeezed my shoulder. “But if there’s ever anything you don’t want to do, you just let me know, and we won’t do it. Not every guy here plays with the Campers, but most of us do. And that’s a HUGE rule for us. We love you guys, and we’d never want to hurt you.” I felt a warm glow in my tummy, and I suddenly started feeling like this was gonna be an awesome summer.
“The other rule, don’t tell your folks.” He grinned and laughed at that. “What happens at Summerflame stays at Summerflame, right?”
“Right!” I said, brightly. “Don’t worry, Rollins. I’d never tell anyone about this.”
“Good kid,” he said, rubbing my buzzed down hair. “I bet we’re gonna be real good friends this summer. And remember, this is totally only what you’re comfortable with. We can do a lot, or a little, or nothing at all.” 
I liked the way he talked to me. It made me feel really grown-up. “I definitely want to do more,” I told him quietly. “Maybe we could, you know, touch each other’s…things?” I just couldn’t say dicks to a grown-up, and penises sounded so clinical.
“I’d like that,” he said, softly. “Have you ever done that with a buddy?” I shook my head. I thought Jonas and I might do it at home sometime, but we hadn’t yet. “Well, so you really are a First Timer.” He winked. “I bet we can find lots of things you’ll like that we can do together.”
The day was really fun again. More swimming, and I got to finish my potholder thing in Arts & Crafts. It’s a little lop-sided, but Charlie said it was nice. He offered to take it apart and help show me how to do it again, and I think I’m gonna do that. I want it to be really good when I give it to Mother. After lunch, it was softball, which I didn’t want to play. I was surprised to find out Carey was going to play. “I thought you said you didn’t like it,” I said.
He laughed. “I said I was lousy at it. But I won’t get any better if I don’t play at all.” I actually ended up in the Cozy Cove, where Charlie was overseeing some kids who were working on writing, reading, playing board games and stuff. I like Charlie. His mask makes him look like a bandit, but he has a really nice voice when he sings, and he seems really gentle.
“Hey there, Perry,” he said when I came in. “Need something to read?”
I actually had my D&D books, so I said no, but he nodded when he saw them. “Oh, neat. I’ve never played Dungeons & Dragons. I should try sometime.”
“You definitely should. It’s super fun!”
“Tell me a little about it, but let’s be quiet to let the others enjoy their activities.” The next thing I knew, Carey was coming in, and I realized Charlie and I had been talking D&D for almost two hours, and I had mentioned my idea for a Medieval Week theme. “Well, you are very passionate about it,” Charlie said with a smile. “We’ve done a Medieval Week before. Maybe we should do one again this year.”
“I loved Medieval Week!” Carey said, happily. “That would be fun to do again. We ate a bunch of food with our hands and did lots of archery and things. We made costumes and just…oh, I don’t even remember everything.”
Charlie smiled. “Well, I’ll make sure I raise your suggestion then, Perry. Thank you.”
Carey and I went to wash up for dinner. “You seem to be enjoying camp,” he said with a smile. “That’s cool. I could tell you were nervous the first day.”
“Well,” I admitted, “a big part of it is that everyone is nice. I was worried about getting bullied, but everyone is just really chill.”
“Bullying sucks,” Carey said simply. “We don’t let bullies in here. There was this one kid named…I don’t even remember…Scrubbs. He was really big, and his family had money, and he was a jerk to everyone. End of the first week, Rollins and Mr. Burkessen sent him home. The guy tried to make trouble for the camp, but the owners have a lot of money and good lawyers. Since then, there’s been this no tolerance policy against bullying, and everything’s been pretty cool. I mean, sometimes guys butt heads, but it usually gets worked out.” We walked together a bit, then he grinned. “So…you and Counselor Rollins?”
I blinked. “W-what?”
He giggled. “Don’t worry. I’m sure no one else noticed, but I saw you watching him in the shower, and I said the way he was looking at you. He likes you. And then I saw you guys walking together. He gave you the two rules speech, right?”
I could feel my cheeks burning up. “Y-yeah,” I said. “He’s…um…”
“He’s hot,” Carey said with a smile. “And he’s lots of fun. You guys will have a great time together. Maybe even summer boyfriends.”
“What’s that?”  I asked, curiously.
He grinned. “Well, a lot of guys here like other guys. Counselors, camp staff, campers…and a lot of play happens. A lot of times, guys play with lots of other guys. But sometimes two of them have, like a real close thing. They kinda only play with each other, so that they’re like boyfriends…but camp’s only for the summer, you know?” I nodded. “So when summer ends, either they keep in touch, or they don’t. Sometimes when they come back, they’re summer boyfriends again, and sometimes not.”
“Oh,” I said. “Have you…and him…? Were you summer boyfriends?”
He shook his head. “Nope. Not for lack of flirting. But I think he’s great. We respect each other a lot, but I don’t think I’m his type.”
I nodded, not sure I understood at all. Sometimes, Carey talked a lot like a grown-up.
Dinner was what Cookie called Stroganoff Surprise, but it wasn’t much like the Stroganoff I’ve had at the real fancy restaurant Mother likes to go to sometimes. It was good, though. Very hearty. I think I like Cookie’s better honestly. The beet salad was nice, too, and the carrot cake was awesome. We went to the Firepit for another Sing-along (Carey says they call them songcircles), and I was hoping to try to learn some of the songs I didn’t know, but Charlie pulled out even more songs. He must know a lot! Mr. Burkessen announced that, on Thursday (that’s still two days away…I had to remind myself), certain counselors would take individual new campers on Discovery Hikes. More experienced campers would go on longer hikes. He also reminded everyone about the Gold Sparks, which were awards given out by Counselors to Campers who went above and beyond to make the Camp a good experience for everyone. Apparently if you get one, on Saturday night, you get to canoe out to Mystery Island, the island out on the Lake, and camp in the tree fort. That sounds a little scary, but kind of cool, too.
I asked Carey about it, and he smiled. “Oh, the Tree Fort is great. You should totally try to get a Gold Spark.”
“Maybe you’ll get one the same week!” I suggested.
“Maybe,” he agreed, but it seemed like he didn’t think that sounded likely. I wasn’t sure why; Carey had helped me start off my camp experience really well. I thought maybe I should suggest to Rollins he get one. “Tell you what,” he said, with a smile. “If you get a Gold Spark, I’ll see if I can come out to the Island, too, but it’s okay if not. I’ve been out there a few times. I want to let others have the experience.” He really is a good guy.
I was excited when we got back to the cabins. I couldn’t hide my boner, so I was happy for the sleeping bag. I’d even wriggled out of my tighty-whiteys, and I was naked under there. Lights Out came, and I relaxed. Eventually, I heard most of the boys go to sleep. I glanced over, but Rollins was clearly awake, looking at his phone. After a bit, he looked up, surveyed the boys, and saw me awake. He grinned and beckoned me over. He wanted me to come over to him? I was timid, since I was naked, but it was dark enough I figured no one would really see, if anyone was even awake. I slipped out of bed, tiptoeing over to him, and he opened his sleeping bag. I slipped into it with him, and he snuggled me in close. “Hi,” he said, softly.
“Hi!” I whispered back, nuzzling at him a little. I felt his hands running over me, slowly.
“I love your body,” he murmured. “You really remind me of me at your age. Sexy boy.” I started to feel flushed. I had never thought of myself as sexy! But he was making me feel like it. His hands caressed  over my hips, my nipples, my lap. He nuzzled and kisses at me, too, over my face, cheeks, and throat. 
I moaned quietly, rubbing myself into his hands, and all the while, I felt over his body. Kissing is tricky for me…the tusks get in the way, and the trunk can be awkward. But I could feel him with my hands. I realized he was hairier than I thought, but his hair was lightly-colored, soft, and fine, so it wasn’t obvious from a distance. I ran fingers over his taut belly, through the thick, coarse hair of his groin. I felt how thick and hard he was, and I got to take those big, dangling balls into my hands. They were amazing. He was amazing.
Rollins made little noises of pleasure as I felt him up like that. He ran his hands around to my back, felt down along to my rump, and then he squeezed it. I gasped when one finger slipped lightly between my cheeks and rubbed over my hole. I’d sure never touched myself down there, and, to be honest, his cock was kinda intimidating. From what I’ve read online, it can hurt if you’re not careful. But he gave me a reassuring smile. “We’re not doing that unless we both think you’re ready. There’s no rush.” I smiled at him, thankful for his understanding. I did want to help him out, though. I put both hands on his cock, jacking it slowly, watching how the foreskin slid over the darker knob it was hiding. That made him moan, softly, holding me tighter.
He surprised me when he rolled over, pushing me down on my back, leaning over me. I lost my grip on his cock and hung onto him instead. I was a little confused, but he gave me a smile, and I smiled back, feeling reassured. He snuggled in close, and then I felt his cock pressing against mine. It was so slippery from his precum. He rocked his hips, thrusting against me, and it felt so good. If getting it in the butt felt anything like this, I was pretty sure I wanted to try it and soon! I rocked my hips back against him, and soon, we were both clinging tightly to each other, thrusting. It was so amazing! From his noises, I guessed he was going to cum soon, and the idea of him cumming on me was so sexy that I blew my load right then. He didn’t take much longer, especially since I had just done it against him. He stifled a moan as best he could as he rocked, and then I felt his cock jumping, and his sperms spurted all over me. Oh, man, it was so sexy and cool!
When we were done, he took his underwear and wiped me down. “I guess we’re both gonna need a shower in the morning, huh?” he said with a little grin. 
“The underwear thing is smart,” I whispered to him. “I should do that. My Mother thinks I have allergies, ‘cause I’m using so much Kleenex.”
He laughed. “It’s a good rule of being a Camp Summerflame camper. Always be prepared for anything.” And then he kissed me. I wasn’t exactly ready for it, and it made me feel all shy. Isn’t that funny? We’d done that sexy stuff, but it was the kiss that made me feel weird. I guess because, if it was just us doing sexy stuff, that was just two guys blowing off steam or something. But the kiss made it more, somehow. I wasn’t sure how much more, but it was more.
He gave me a tight squeeze, then smiled, not seeming to notice the weird feeling I was having. “You’d probably better sleep in your own bunk. It might be weird if the others woke up, and we were snuggled up together. But I promise we can sleep together soon. Okay?” I smiled, my weird feeling dispelled by that idea. I nodded and…well…I kissed him…awkwardly, what with the tusks, but he has small tusks, too, and he seemed to know how to turn his head so we didn’t hurt each other. It was nice. Maybe it didn’t have to be weird. I snuck back to my bunk and slept naked, feeling kind of shivery all over. Is this how a crush normally feels? I feel kind of weird but really excited about him. I’m writing all this by flashlight so that I don’t forget the details. I keep thinking maybe I’ll wake up, and it will be a dream.

July 10, 2024
Nothing big happened with Rollins today, but he promised me tomorrow would be really special. I’m super excited. We had tuna noodle casserole and green beans today. I’m starting to learn the camp songs. Carey helped, cause he knows them all.

July 11, 2024
Today was really good, but also kind of bad. Let me explain.
While we were showering, Rollins told me that he’d been assigned to be my Counselor Buddy for the Discovery Hike. I was so excited. That meant that we’d be going backpacking to a pretty remote area, away from the other campers. And we get to share a tent! I was stoked, because it would mean not having to be too careful about other campers. We had breakfast, and then we went to the Administration Building. They had our backpacks there, and we had to carry everything. Rollins helped me tie my sleeping back to the backpack, and then we headed out.
This was one of the bad parts. I’m not used to hiking, and I’m definitely not used to walking with a ton of stuff on my back. It was really exhausting, and I was getting sore. And then, as we were crossing this little brook, I slipped and fell, and I hit my knee really hard on a rock. It hurt, and I was bleeding a lot, and my shorts and underwear and sleeping bag all got wet. I hate to admit it, but I started to cry. Rollins tossed his backpack off, then ran back to me and helped me out. I felt like a little baby, but he was really nice about it. He held my hand as he helped me across the stream. Then he helped me off with my pack, and we sat down. He took out a first aid kid and cleaned my knee and bandaged it, then he smiled. “It’s not too bad. Not like you have to get stitches. Then we would’ve had to hike back and go to the hospital, and you’d miss the hike.”
“B-but my stuff’s wet, and I’m crying, and you…you must feel bad you got saddled with me,” I sobbed. 
“Saddled?” he said, and I was surprised how sharp his voice was. “Perry, I *asked* to be assigned to be your buddy. I think you’re handling this great. I’ve seen older kids act way more spoiled. They’d refuse to hike, or they’d threaten to call their parents and go home. I know you haven’t done this stuff before, but I’m proud of how far you’ve come.” He smiled, lifting my hat and rubbing my short hair. “Heh…getting shaggy here.”
That made me laugh a little, which interrupted the crying. “I’m sorry, Rollins. I’m not real woodsy, but I’m doing my best.”
“Your best is great,” he told me, with a smile, and I felt warm in my belly again. “Wanna try walking on that knee?” He helped me up. I flexed it a few times. It still smarted, but I could put weight on it okay. “Feel alright? Ankle’s not sprained or anything?”
“I think it’s okay,” I said, walking on it. “I could go further.”
He grinned at me. “Now that’s Camp Summerflame spirit.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Come on. Another hour and we’ll stop for lunch. And then it’s just another hour or so to where we’re gonna camp.”
The fact that he was so proud of me made it way easier to walk, even though it was still tough. I was more careful when we crossed the next brook, and I made it fine. We had baloney & cheese sandwiches for lunch, and then we kept going. The ground was climbing, and we had to thread around some glacial boulders. There was no path I could see, but Rollins seemed very sure of where we were going. When I saw the big rock that kind of looked like a naked lady, I pointed it out to him. “Good eye,” he said. “That’s one of my landmarks out here, too. We’re almost there.”
And we were. A few minutes later, I could hear this kind of roaring sound. And then I realized we were coming up to the top of a waterfall. It was so huge, and it fell down hard on the rocks below. Rollins cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Rainbow Falls! Most campers only see it from the bottom! We’re just going a little upstream!”
A little upstream, there was a really nice, flat patch of ground that was near the creek, but the roar wasn’t so deafening any more. Rollins showed me how to pitch a tent, how to dig a latrine away from where we’d sleep, and how to hang our food from a tree so wild animals wouldn’t get it. My sleeping bag was still wet, so Rollins and I strung out a clothesline, and I unzipped it and hung it out to dry. “What about my shorts and underwear?”
Rollins grinned. “No one’s camping anywhere near us. Strip ‘em off and hang ‘em up with your bag. Let the goods air out”
I gawked at him. “You mean be…like…n-naked?”
He laughed and stripped off his vest before sitting on a rock, stripping naked himself. I didn’t waste any time following his lead. Soon, we were both naked, my clothes hung up to dry, and he helped me pick my way over to the creek. The water was deep enough to sit down in, but it wasn’t going to sweep us away towards the falls. He led me in, and it was cold. But the sun was nice and hot, so you didn’t mind. And then he pulled me close, grinning, and kissed me some more. It was much less weird this time, and I kissed back. Even when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I just moaned and kinda sucked on it. We jerked each other some, but Rollins wouldn’t let it go too far. “That’s for tonight, in the tent,” he told me with a grin.
When we got out, he rubbed me down with bug spray. “You don’t want a mosquito bite on your balls,” he said, which made us both laugh a lot. We dried off, lying in the sun together, and we talked about stuff. I told him about Mother and Carl and how much I missed my real Dad, who lived in another state now and had other kids. He told me about growing up with no parents, how he’d been a foster kid and kind of trouble, until one family really helped him find himself, partly by enrolling him at Summerflame. And he told me about the nice bull counselor who’d been his first time. He smiled. “We were all First Timers once, buddy.”
He made a fire, and we had hot dogs that we put on sticks and toasted over the flames. He’d packed rolls and mustard and ketchup and was impressed I liked relish too. He also had a little tin pot of beans that warmed up. We ate them on paper plate and then burned the paper plates, too. There were marshmallows, and I don’t know how I lived without s’mores for so long! And he even sang some of the camp songs with me. He had promised to try and show me some constellations, but the sky was getting cloudy, so he promised another time. By the time the rain started, he had showed me how to properly put out a campfire…water, stir the coals, dirt, more water. We pulled the clothes off the clothesline and got inside just in time. There wasn’t much rain, but there was enough. It was amazing to lie in the tent, in the dark, naked, and listen to it. He held my hand, and I thought I was…okay, it sounds silly, but I was falling in love with him a little.
After some hand holding, I reached over and held his cock. That made him chuckle, so he held mine, too, and we jerked together, quietly. “It’s funny that we don’t have to be quiet, but we’re still kinda being quiet,” I said, feeling kind of silly about it.
“Hehehe. Well, I guess we’re used to being stealthy, but we don’t have to be.” He leaned over, nuzzling my cheek. “And we can do whatever you want to do out here.”
I swallowed. “What if I want to try butt stuff?”
He smiled, rolling a bit towards me. “I mean, I’d love to, but are you sure you want to jump right to that? We can do other stuff first, if you want to ease into it.”
I thought about that a moment. “Can we do a little? Just to see what it feels like?”
“We totally can,” he said. “Here. Put your pillow down here and lay your lap over it, so it lifts you a little.” I did what he was showing me, while he pulled a bottle of something out of his pack. He poured some in his fingers, and then rubbed it over my hole. It was really slippery. I guess he really was prepared for anything! After he rubbed for a bit, he said, “I’m gonna push a finger in. If you push out like you have to poop, it’ll make it easier. I’m warning you now, it might sting a little.”
“Okay,” I said. “I can handle some stinging.” He rubbed, and then he started to put some pressure on it. He grunted in surprise as his finger sank in. “Huh…are you sure this is your first time?”
I hadn’t told him this, but I’d had a problem once where I didn’t poop for a few days. Mother had taken me to her doctor, and he’d done something like this with me, and I…had kinda liked it. After that, I’d used some lotion Mother had to push other stuff in my butt. My own fingers went in pretty well…a carrot…even a toy I found in Mother’s drawer one afternoon. It all felt pretty good. I hadn’t told anyone that, but I told Rollins, and he grinned. “Well, who’s being a good prepared Summerflame camper now?” He added a second finger after that, and then a third finger. That last one made me burn a little bit, but I could take it. “Well,” he said, impressed, “I think you might actually be able to do butt stuff with me. But that doesn’t mean you’re ready for it. Are you sure this is something you want to do?” I was about to speak, but he stopped me. “Before you answer, there’s a third rule I personally like to follow. I want you to know I like you an awful lot. If you were old enough, I’d probably think about asking you to be my boyfriend, but you know that isn’t really possible, right?”
I blinked at that. It…it kind of hurt, actually. I really liked him, and I guess I knew that we couldn’t be like this when camp was done, but to have him say it just sort of hurt. Way worse than a banged up knee. “Oh, yeah…I…I know. Maybe…um…maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I said, feeling a pang of sudden rejection.
He seemed to know he’d hurt me. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on his underwear, then pulled me a little closer, facing him. I was trying to hold back some tears. “Perry…buddy…I think you’re an amazing kid. And I think you’re probably going to find another amazing kid really soon who really likes you and who you can be together with. And you’re gonna have your whole life to figure out what you want.” He touched my face. “You’re so sexy and handsome. Anyone with half a brain would want to be with you.”
“Then why don’t you?” I said, pulling away from him some. He seemed surprised and was about to say something, but I cut him off. “Just…we should get some sleep.” I rolled over, turning my back so he wouldn’t see me cry. I could almost feel him hesitating, deciding whether to reach out to me, but in the end, he rolled over too.
It was a crappy end to what had been a really good day.

July 12, 2024
Hi, journal. It was so weird when I woke up, and Rollins wasn’t there. I had this ridiculous idea for a moment that I’d pissed him off, and he’d left me there and gone back to camp. And I felt really bad, because I liked him so much. I knew it wasn’t true, and, when the fog of sleep was gone, I figured he’d gone out of the tent to pee or something. I had to do that, myself, so I unzipped and stepped out.
It was really early, and there was a kind of mist, especially close to the river, but I could see him, so I walked over there. He was sitting in the water, just kind of relaxing. When he saw me, he gave kind of a weak smile. I sat down next to him, and he lifted his arm, letting me snuggle in. “I’m sorry about last night,” I told him. “I just really like you.”
“I really like you, too,” he said, gently. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I was afraid I might. But you want to know a secret?” He smiled a little. “You’re the first boy I ever did this stuff with since being a Counselor.”
“No way!” I said in surprise. “But…you’ve had lots of sex, right?”
“Yup. When I was little, I had my bull counselor. And I’ve had some fun with camp staff and other counselors, but I wanted the first boy to be special. And, well, you are.” 
I looked up at him. “You’re teasing me,” I said, softly, though he seemed so sincere. “I’m not special.”
“You’re the most special,” he said, hugging me in close. I hugged him back. “Look, I’ve never been great at relationships. I’m terrific at sex, but I’m not good expressing how I feel to other people. But I want to try for you.” He looked at me. “If you were old enough, I’d be your boyfriend for good, if you wanted me to be. Heck, I think I’d wait for you to get old enough, then come find you.” He smiled at me in that way that made my belly flutter. “But I really believe there’s probably someone out there who’s gonna snatch you up before that.”
I thought of Jonas, and I blushed a little. “I…there is a boy I like, back home.”
He squeezed me in. “See? That’s what I mean. It’s not fair of me to take that possibility away from you.”
I thought about that, and then smiled. “Can we be…summer boyfriends?”
He grinned. “I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather be summer boyfriends with.”
“And if I come back to camp next year, can we be summer boyfriends again?” I asked.
That made him laugh. “If you still want to, I think that’d be pretty great.”
I bit my lip, then said, “Can we…do you still want to do butt stuff?”
He looked over, then winked and grinned, and everything was okay again. He stood up, and we walked back to the tent. We used his towel to dry off, because the sun wasn’t hot enough yet. We slipped into his tent, and he had me bend over my pillow again. He used the slippery stuff to slick up his fingers and used them to open my hole again. It was easier to do even the three fingers this time, and he was soon pulling them out. I turned my head to watch as he put slippery stuff on his big hog. He came up behind me, kneeling, and he…well…
Journal, I’d like to tell you it felt great from beginning to end. Truth is, his dick was way thicker than his three fingers. I felt it pushing in, and it burned! I wouldn’t ask him to take it out, though…I just asked him to go slow, and he did. He paused a lot, letting me get used to the feeling. It really hurt, but I refused to tell him that. He must’ve seen me wince, though, because he looked concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“It’s…It’s my knee,” I liked. “Kneeling like this hurts.”
He pulled out slowly, and it felt so weird to be empty. I felt like my hole was open, and poop might just fall out, but I’m sure that isn’t something that happens. He rolled on his back, his hard thing sticking up. “If you want to try again, try sitting on it. You’ll have all the control then as to how fast and far it goes in.” I looked at that big dick…I really did want it in me. I wanted *him* in me. He showed me how to use the bottle to squirt lots more lube, as he called it, over his cock. I stepped over so I was straddling his waist, and I slowly squatted down. He held his cock sticking up, and I felt it press to my hole. I put my hands on his belly for balance…and then I began to sit down.
Wow! That made a big difference! Maybe it’s because my hole was already stretched a bunch, because it felt like he slipped right up in easy. He grabbed my hips and prevented me from sitting down too fast, but he helped me, and gravity pulled me down until I had it all in. I was sitting on his cock! And it still burned some, but not near as much as at first. And I could feel how he was rubbing something inside me. I’d looked up buttsex on the internet, of course, because I wondered why any guy would want to do it. That’s how I knew he was rubbing my prostate.
He groaned so loud when I got it all in. “Ohhh, fuck!” he said, and it was kind of hot hearing a grown-up say a nasty word like that, knowing he was saying it because of me. “Oh, Perry…fuck…you feel so good!” He held my hands, and we actually stayed like that for a while. I was still getting used to it, and he seemed to be loving it. After a few minutes, he said, “Do you want to try rocking on it some?” I did, and he groaned more. I was making my summer boyfriend feel so good! I felt so proud! I began to bounce in his lap a little, so that his dick slipped in and out a few inches. He groaned and gripped my hips, thrusting up at me as best he could.
After a while, I panted. That thrusting felt so good. He seemed to get it, because he carefully rolled over, until  I was on my back. He pulled me close, arms around me, peppering kisses on my face, thrusting harder. I yelped, because it was so intense, but mostly it felt so good. I came, I think…I know my lap was all sticky afterwards, but I couldn’t tell you exactly when it happened. I think it just happened while he was…well, okay, yeah…when he was fucking me! I didn’t know you could just bust like that, but it was the most amazing feeling. I just felt pleasure all through me. And when he busted, he groaned so loud, and he held me and shook and shuddered, and I gripped onto him, holding us close until he kind of collapsed on top of me.
I think we both fell asleep for a while. He woke me up as he slipped out of me. “More?” I whimpered, feeling half asleep. 
“One more,” he agreed. “Then we have to clean up, get dressed, pack out, and hike back to camp.” He nuzzled my ear. “It’ll be tacos and tres leches cake tonight. You don’t want to miss Cookie’s taco bar.” This time, he flipped me onto my belly, taking my hands in his, and he pushed back in from behind. Wow! It was awesome. He did these long thrusts where he’d almost pull out and then go all the way back in. Every time he did, it rubbed over my prostate inside me. He took a little longer this time, but I didn’t mind. I think I came twice that way. I definitely had two big feelings that were hard to define, but I wanted it to just keep going. He came again, and I felt like I must be a total mess. 
Afterwards, we cuddled a bit, and then he pulled out, carefully, and walked me to the river. My legs were all rubbery, so I really appreciated his help. He checked my hole and smiled. “I was afraid I would hurt you, but you look just fine. A little red and puffy, but that’s pretty standard.” He washed me by hand, and it felt so good. I washed him, too, and then we splashed together in the water, laughing like little kids. Finally, though, he told me we had to get going. We got out and dried off, got all our stuff together, and got dressed.
“Too bad we can’t hike naked,” I giggled. “It feels pretty neat to be nude outside.”
He grinned at that. “Well, there are some places you can. Maybe we’ll check them out later in the summer, huh?” I thought that sounded awesome, so I didn’t complain as we hiked back down from the spot over the falls and through the woods. We talked about regular stuff and sang some of the camp songs I was learning. It seemed much easier headed back, maybe because I just felt so good to be with my summer boyfriend. And he was totally right, you do *not* wanna miss taco night, or the tres leches cake. And we had our campfire and everything. I went to sleep pretty early, though, I was worn out.

July 13, 2024
Saturday the 13th. Bwah-ha-ha!
Okay, that was dumb. 
Hi, journal. Man, it was sooooo hot today! Mr. Burkessen made sure we did lots of swimming stuff, which, you know, super happy about that. We did that crazy water fight Danny had talked about, and everyone had a great time. I don’t know if anyone actually won, but I don’t think anyone really cared. We got extra popsicles, and they opened the camp store. I bought a t-shirt, because I definitely want to show my Camp Summerflame spirit!
Dinner was spaghetti and balls…I know most people say meatballs, but Cookie made these really good veggie balls that tasted great. There was garlic bread and of course salad, and there was chocolate and yellow sheet cake! I couldn’t decide on which to take, but Carey said we should each get one and then split it. He’s so smart!
We did the fire pit and song circle, and then the nine campers going to Mystery Island (Marty’s one of them…lucky!) along with Mr. Burkessen, Lanky, and Reece, a skunk who’s the counselor for the oldest boys’ cabin. They walked over towards the Lake, while the rest of us headed to our cabins. I thought maybe Rollins would want to play, but he wasn’t acting like it. He did wink and say, “Maybe a little later,” quietly. Oh, well. It was still a good day. I guess next week is going to be Circus week, which sounds fun. Maybe I can learn to juggle. That’d be really cool! Charlie told me that the counselors loved Medieval Week, but Cookie had some special meal ideas, and he wanted to get some supplies before he was ready to do it. Anyway, going to get some sleep. Night, Journal.

July 13, 2024, Part Two
Oh, man, Journal, I didn’t know that there was something amazing coming up! But there was. I was dozing off, when Rollins woke me and Carey, grinning. Across the room, I could see Danny waking up other campers. They put their fingers to their lips, then led the way out of the cabin. We were all in underwear and pajamas, and I wasn’t sure what the plan was. I was surprised when Charlie met us, but we all went along quietly down to the Lake.
Once there, Rollins rounded us up. “Okay, guys. It’s way too hot to sleep, so Charlie and I proposed a little skinny dip to cool off,” he said, softly. “Just don’t wake up the guys at Mystery Island.”
Carey giggled. “You think the guys at Mystery Island are asleep?” he said in a teasing tone, and a bunch of the other campers plus Danny snickered. That made me blush. I thought of how I’d seen Marty look at Mr. Burkessen and wondered if they were summer boyfriends, too.
“Alright, alright,” Rollins said, making quiet down motions with his hands. “Just keep it to a dull roar.” At once, there was a flurry of boys’ underwear and pajamas, and a bunch of naked boys and men headed into the water. Rollins found me almost at once, pulling me into his arms. “Hi there,” he said, happily.
“This is awesome,” I whispered to him, and I was surprised when he kissed me, openly. Looking around, I realized I probably needn’t have worried. The various boys were either ignoring us, or doing similar things with each other. I spotted Charlie and Carey, cuddled up together on the beach, and from how Charlie was moaning and Carey was moving his head, I guess they…were doing some hot sex stuff I would have to get Carey to tell me about later! 
“I’m glad camp is growing on you,” Rollins chuckled. “It’s a special place.”
“I really didn’t want to be here at first, but I’m glad I came,” I said, happily.
“Well,” Rollins said, moving his hand to my dick under the water. “You haven’t yet…” He snickered and started stroking me.
So that’s how I got my summer boyfriend and learned to love camp, Journal. I’m really going to miss Rollins when I go home, but he promised we could email. Hopefully we can be summer boyfriends again next year. And maybe we’ll be real boyfriends when I’m old enough.
But in the meantime, he’s teaching me a lot of cool things to show Jonas!
Bye for now, Journal! I’ll tell you about Circus Week tomorrow…and Medieval Week soon!
Best summer ever!