Summer Camp

Summer Camp

by

James Orr

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Summer Camp

James Orr

Text by James Orr, Copyright 2012

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings.

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For Sam

CHAPTER ONE

Terry yelled, ramming both of his fists defiantly on the steering wheel of his Nissan car.

This car gives me nothing but trouble.

His two buddies, Jake and Billy, tried to pretend they couldn't hear him. They had so many other wonderful things to pay attention to, the beautiful scenery stretching for miles ahead of them as they sat motionless on the road, as the searing rays of the noontime July sun cast intriguing patterns of bitter, burning sweat lines running down each other's faces. It was not turning out to be a good trip. And Terry's temper was starting to show, which didn't help to defuse their problem.

I just had those brakes replaced last month. What the hell is wrong with them?

Terry's green eyes glistened with anger as he threw the driver door open with his powerful left arm. Jake, in the front seat, chanced a quick look into the back, where Billy just shrugged.

He was hungry. The chicken sandwiches his mother had made had been tantalizing him for over two hours. The bag had rolled around on the seat, along with his thermos ask every time Terry had braked or went around a corner.

When the door opened, a wicked hot breeze whipped around the inside of the car, scooping up crumpled chewing gum wrappers and torn magazine pages and teased the bare, hairy legs of the three young men who dared to be there. Perhaps even the wind felt threatened in Terry's domineering presence. Jake sometimes did.

It was always quiet in those anticlimactic days following the end of the University year. It was the start of the holidays, people were off work, and more broke that year than usual. It was hardly surprising they were keen to begin having fun.

Billy sighed and climbed out of the back seat to see what was wrong this time. Terry was leaning over to check under the car by the time Billy and his glossy blonde hair stepped into the sun. He heard Terry mumble something about stupid mechanics, and he decided he would wait a moment to look for himself. Terry lay down on his back and wriggled his bottom around on the tarmac, attempting to get further under the car. Billy tried not to look.

It was the fourth time that day they were stopped because of car trouble. Already, they were a couple hours late getting to the campsite. Billy looked ahead to the mountains that, at that moment, appeared to be sniggering at Terry's car. One they got there, he knew he would be able to relax and get rid of the stress from his new job.

All summer, he had been starting jobs and leaving them; one was too boring, one was too menial, and the other one required too much thought. However, he felt like he'd really found the right job for him. The pay was great, and he didn't even have to work very hard. Any stress at all just ended up eating at him eventually, so this weekend was going to be very refreshing, he could feel it.

Terry climbed out from under the car, rearranging his shorts so they hung more comfortably on his well-defined hips.

I am never going back to that garage again, he said. Those idiots couldn't even tighten the new brakes up right! That wheel has locked up tighter. Hey Jake, get my tools, will you?

He wiped the sweat from his brow with a dark-haired forearm and leaned on the bonnet, his firm arse making a slight indentation in the thin metal.

The passenger door protested as Jake pushed it open. Another blast of hot wind greeted the newcomer to the outside world by tousling his thick brown hair. He squinted in the bright sun, his hazel eyes adjusting slowly to the outside light.

He walked around to the boot and unstrapped the cord that held in the three huge sleeping bags. After digging through the bags and unfolded clothes haphazardly piled in true guy fashion, he found a small box of mismatched tools, which he brought to Terry.

He muttered a quick ‘thanks’ and went to work. Billy helped him by jacking up the wheel, while Terry loosened the nuts.

Jake just watched, his interest switching between the odd birds darting around to the huge fluffy clouds carelessly floating overhead. He thoughtfully scratched at his new moustache, subconsciously drawing attention to himself. Billy was watching, admiring Jake's smooth features and lightly freckled face. When Jake realised he was being stared at, he looked in Billy's direction. Billy quickly turned away, and watched as Terry removed the wheel from the car.

Looks like it's not too bad, Terry said, a tinge of anger still on the edge of his voice.

The brake calliper was twisted a little, but he just gave it a good whack and tightened the bolts back up. The muscle mass in his arms, shoulders, and chest helped to make the work quick and easy. Billy took the tools back to the trunk, while Terry and Jake got back in the car and buckled up. Billy took his shirt off before he shut the door, revealing a hefty set of pecs. Billy didn't know it, but Jake's mouth watered just a little.

Terry turned the radio up as loud as he could, trying to keep the speakers from buzzing and vibrating too much. Jake had brought his own CD, the group all agreed was the only one worth listening to. Billy chuckled, thinking that the most valuable part of the car was the CD player, a two-year-old gift from Terry's roommate Mark. Too bad Mark was in jail; he was such a cool guy.

Finally the trees started getting thicker along the sides of the road. Dry stone walls trimmed the edges of patchwork fields, trying to contain the overproducing, bushy green rape stalks that spread out for acres in many directions.

After a while, the fields started getting smaller, and the sun's cruelty was tempered by the heavy, mothering branches of the trees that crossed over their path.

Jake grinned, thinking how cool it was that the three of them were able to go on this camping trip alone for once.

For years, their three families had made the trip together, which had never quite worked out to everyone's best interests. Terry's little sisters were always crawling into their tent. Their parents seemed to never have enough water from the brook nearby, so one of the guys had to leave their group to fetch some more. Billy's mother had an annoying habit of calling meetings, during which they talked about nothing important and never got anything accomplished.

It was very frustrating for a group of three guys who wanted to spend some time alone together. Since they were all eighteen or over, they could go alone.

Finally, they were going to enjoy themselves.

You know what we could do? Terry said, his green eyes softer with the anger gone. Jake thought they were much more attractive that way. I am sick of going to the same old campsite every year. We know it by heart! Why don't we go to a new one?

Hey, sounds great! Jake said. That way, nobody could find us, either. He winked at Billy, who winked back and smiled.

That's it, if Jake says it's a good idea, and then we're going, Terry said, watching Billy's face in the rear view mirror. Billy pretended to pout because he was left out of the decision. He clasped his hands behind his neck and stretched, his muscles rippling beneath his uncharacteristically tanned skin. Terry's heart beat faster as Billy's blonde armpit hair fanned out in the wind that was gushing through the car while they drove. Terry loved hair, but Billy didn't know that.

On their first date, years ago, he had kissed him in the darkness to the sound of the echoing roar of the sea beneath Brighton’s Palace Pier.

The next road on the left was a narrow road, probably a century old. Tall weeds grew profusely from the centre, and short grass poked up from the low wheel ruts. Terry drove carefully around the rocks and stumps that here and there broke the smoothness of the path.

There's our old campsite, he said, pointing down the slope to his left. The trees opened up into a sun-filled clearing, with a barbecue pit in the centre and enough room for five tents in a circle around it.

Billy was happy they were driving right by. Their weekend together deserved something better than that horrible clearing. Camping there, with no privacy, had been so frustrating.

The road went on and on. Jake put his arm out the window, grabbing at leaves on nearby branches as they drove by.

He chuckled to himself, remembering how his father used to hate it when he did that. It was so pleasing to be on his own, to be his own master, to do as he willed. He had quite a few new tasks planned for that weekend. He was jarred out of his reverie by an exclamation from Billy:

Wow, look at that water! Terry stopped the car and the three guys clambered out to look at something they'd never actually seen before. Water from a wide stream crashed onto a huge boulder, making a fine spray. The water that was left was pouring almost fifty feet down into a shallow pool the size of an average playground.

Terry's eyes were coming out of his head as he imagined jumping into the cool, invigorating water. He had been sweating since he woke up that morning, and it was definitely time for a rinse.

He looked at Billy, and saw that he was already heading off the path towards the pool. Jake wasn't far behind, practically skipping with relief and the joy of having found a way to get rid of their heat and sweat.

Hey, you arseholes, wait for me! Terry yelled after them, and he started running to catch up. He paused for a moment and patted his pocket, as if checking his keys were there then continued.

There were some days, Billy felt, when he could almost feel electricity in the air and he knew things were going to happen.

By the time he got to the water's edge, Billy was already in up to his waist. The sand was coarse, but clean, and the water was surprisingly clear. Jake had already taken off his top and was anxiously heading for the pool.

Terry grumbled, Jesus Christ, guys, can't you wait just a second? He tore off his shirt and made a loud splashing entry into the water as Billy came up for air.

It is so awesome in here, Billy sputtered, wiping water from his eyes and his hair, which was slicked back against his head.

His blue eyes glistened with happiness. He was having a great time.

This water is so clear, you can see all of the rocks around the edges, and you can even see plants growing way over there, he said, pointing to the far side of the pool. By then, Terry was in up to the middle of his thighs and he was going deeper.

Be careful, Billy warned. This water will make you horny.

Terry snorted in contempt and dove under the water as Billy watched him swim forcefully but gracefully to the other side of the pool, and then back again in a relaxed side-to-side pattern as he checked the bottom for interesting souvenirs.

He stood up about ten feet away from Billy. When he had cleared the water from his eyes, he saw that Billy was grinning at him. He was about to ask what was going on, when Jake came up to Terry from behind and jumped on his back, laughing as he did.

Even though Jake was an even six feet tall and weighed around 165 pounds, Terry hardly wobbled. He grabbed Jake's brown-haired legs and spun him around in a circle, letting him go flying on his back to the front of Billy. He put out his arms and helped to ease Jake's fall into the water. Jake landed square on Billy's chest and knocked the both of them under.

Frantically, Billy grasped for something solid so he could pull himself above water again, but his hand caught Jake's shorts and yanked them down.  He stood up in the water, spitting and coughing, and felt a sudden punch from Jake.

What the fuck are you doing? Jake yelled, giving Billy another punch in the other arm.

Billy was suddenly defensive, but he stopped when he saw Jake holding up a pair of torn shorts, his Jake's shorts. Billy’s mouth involuntarily fell open, and he looked down to find that Jake was standing in front of him with nothing on at all.

Jake's firm stare unexpectedly turned into a wide grin, and he threw the shorts onto a rock on the edge of the pool.

I was going to take them off anyway, he said, chuckling, and once again went under the water.

Terry's eyes were sparking with energy and impish intent as his hands went below the waterline, to return almost immediately with his own shorts.

Billy was dumbfounded. Terry waded over to Billy, the water obediently giving way to his commanding body as he looked Billy in the eyes.

You're right, Terry said. This water does make you horny.

Billy could only stare as the tip of Terry's penis broke the surface of the water. It was pulsating gently, making small waves as Terry stood still.

Terry's hands came away from his side and moved slowly forward to Billy, and he didn't move. Terry touched the waist of Billy's shorts, but he was still quiet, his fiery