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Chapter 119 ended
When they arrived back at the camp, Spiro met the coach and told them that for some of them their dorm leaders were not yet here and they would have to wait for a few hours till the next lot of flights brought in the rest of the campers. "To make it fair, we are not going to divide you up into your dorms until the others arrive. So I want you to bring your luggage with you to the cinema and there we have some cartoons to show you to keep you occupied for a couple of hours." Spiro told them. There was a collective groan as these happy campers were tired and really wanted to just find a bed and lie down comfortably until it was time for food or another activity.
Chapter 120
Spiro offered for J to go off and he would get someone else to oversee the campers, but J decided that he did not have anything better to do and so might as well stay with his happy lot and get more opportunity to observe them. Taking his clip board with him, J helped the youngest lad to carry his kit to the theatre building and once each person had put their stuff in its own pile, they all went and found seats. This way they grouped up leaving space between each group as there was plenty of room to spread out. With this, J noticed one boy sitting by himself and it was almost like he was being avoided. This boy had come in on the second flight and so J had not noticed him being alone until now. J wanted to know if the boy was in his dorm and so he went over and sat down in the seat next to him.
"J, you don't want to sit next to Squirt when the lights go down, he might get fresh." A voice of warning and mocking rang out from behind him. J turned around to see if he could identify who had spoken. To those looking on, however, it looked like J was asking for more clarification and he got it.
"Squirt is a poofta and can't control his emissions." Another voice explained, but J could not see who was speaking.
"Ok, I don't want to hear any more talk like that. We are all going to be friends on this camp and help each other. Not hurt others who might or might not be different from us." J ordered.
"We will be so long as he doesn't come near us." The first voice said, and once again J had not been able to see who it was that was talking.
"I said that was enough. Now I don't want to hear another word or there will be serious trouble." J said sternly and turned to face the front.
"As you already know, my name is J. What is your name, and why are they being mean to you?"
"My name is Max, actually Maxwell, but I use Max only. I have a bit of a problem and because of it those two twats make out that I am gay and trouble." Max told J.
J looked at his clip board and saw that Max was in his dorm. "Ok, so you must be Max Stuarte from London. And those other two are Timothy Dalton and Oswald Bhule I presume as they are also from London and I'm guessing that is how they know you?" J asked.
"Yeah. I nearly turned around at the airport and didn't come when I saw those two were coming. And now I wish I had. Camp is going to be a bowl of roses with those two dogging me the whole time." Max said and J could tell from the catch in his voice that he was near to tears.
"Look, you all are in my dorm and I will not let them behave the way they have now. Camp will be fun and hopefully after the first day or two, they will have learnt that it is not wise to cross my rules." J tried to comfort and reassure Max.
"Oh fuck no!" Max cried, "If they are in the same dorm as me they will make my life hell. Is there any chance I can be swapped with someone from another dorm, please?" Max responded.
"I don't know. I don't think so though. But I promise you this, I will do all I can to make sure you are not bullied by those two. Even if I have to have them sent home early, I will make sure you don't have a shit time. Trust me, ok?" J replied.
Max just nodded.
"And remember this. You can always come and talk to me." J told him, as the lights dimmed and an ancient Hanna-Barbera comic started.
J stayed next to Max and a few minutes into the film, he realised that Max was shaking. When J looked more closely in the dimmed light, he realise that Max was sobbing. J leaned over toward him and suggested they go outside so that the others do not pick up on what was happening. Max merely nodded and when J stood up he remained sitting as if fixed to the seat. Gently J bent down again and putting a hand under Max's arm, he slowly lifted him and guided him out of the theatre. Once outside J led him towards the toilets and suggested he go inside and wash his face and then come out and J would see what could be done to ease his problem. Meekly Max went into the toilets and reappeared a few moments later looking slightly better, but still visibly upset. J put his arm around Max's shoulders and led him off to a bench in the gardens near the theatre.
"Max. I'm not an expert or anything remotely like that, but I do know that sometimes it really helps to talk about your problems with someone who can be impartial. I am willing to listen and although I can't promise to be able to help, I can promise that what you tell me will be kept in confidence and I will never tell another person, not even my boyfriend, without your express permission first. And if you don't want to talk to me, then there are camp counsellors who will be on campus from tomorrow who you can talk to." J told him.
"I don't know if I can talk to anyone about this. It is so difficult and embarrassing, and those two are going to tell all the others that I am gay and I will be left out of everything and camp will just be another ten days of sheer fucking hell." Max said as he burst into tears again.
Once again, J put his arm around Max and pulled him in close and said, "I will get those two as soon as the film and I will threaten them with being sent home early in disgrace if they utter one more comment like the ones they said in there. And that is a promise I know I can keep and a threat I know I can back up. But if I am going to speak to them, it will help me to know what it is they think they know and if it is true or not. But before you say anything, I want you to know that I will not think any differently of you than I do now no matter what you tell me, if anything. And still before you speak again, I will show you what I mean. I believe whatever it is that is causing you to suffer in this way has shown you how important it is to keep things private, so I am going to trust you to keep what I am about to tell you between you and me. Will you promise to do that, Max?"
Max looked up at J with a quizzical expression on his face and seeing how serious J was, he nodded his head.
"No, I need you to tell me you promise to keep it secret." J said.
"Yes, J, I promise." Max replied.
"Ok, here goes then. I started coming on these holiday camps when I was about ten and on the first one I was introduced to boy on boy sex. From then on I knew I was gay and when I hit puberty a little later, I was sure of my leanings, but I only ever had any sex play with my camp dorm leader. Back home I am still in the closet and the only people who know I am gay are my foster mum and dad. At least that was until I came on my own camp this year when I met another boy who is now my boyfriend and we have gone all the way together. Now why am I telling you this? Firstly it is to show you that I have kept a secret for some years before letting it out. And because it is about me, I can let it out if I choose to; which is what I have chosen to do, but only selectively. So far on this camp you are only the third other person to know that I am gay. The others are our camp leader Spiro and his secretary Andrea. The other thing is to let you know that I do understand some things and how feelings can hurt like shit. Thirdly, like I said, no matter what you tell me, if anything, it will not change how I behave towards you. You might be gay, or you might not. You might be and will tell me your not because you are not yet ready for others to know. It doesn't matter I will still like you and want to be your friend and help you if I can. So now does that make any difference to how you feel about me?" J asked at the end.
Max sat silent for a while, obviously thinking things through. "If I tell you, do you promise not to laugh as well as not to tell anyone ever?" he finally asked.
"I would never laugh at you. I might laugh with you over something, but never at you. And like I have already promised, I will not tell anyone even one little bit of what you tell me in private unless you say I can. And that lasts till the day I am buried when I cannot tell anyone because they will not be able to hear me with six feet of dirt on top of me." J made a bit of a jest with it, but was emphasising that Max's secrets would go to the grave with him if that is what he needed to happen.
Max sat silent for a bit longer, building his courage and choosing his words. "I have never told another person about this but something tells me I can trust you, and I do need to talk to someone."
"I don't know how to prove you can trust me, except to let you tell me what you do and show you that it is safe with me." J answered.
There was another pause and then Max blurted out, "I don't know whether I am gay or not because I am a freak. I don't get any chance to think about these things without going off."
As he paused there, J asked, "I'm not sure I understand what you mean by going off and how that makes you a freak?"
"Uh, ok. I can't control my cock and as soon as I see another cock or even a bulge in a costume say, I get hard and if I keep looking I will shoot my wad without even touching it. I have never even had a proper wank because I shoot before I can begin to rub. Even now it has happened with just us talking about it and I have a mess in my pants which if I was not wearing a condom would show through my jeans before much longer." Max explained.
"Whoa fucking hell that is going to be a problem. The showers are open to all and I usually have everyone shower together because I will probably have to turn the showers on for most of the guys as the taps are up above the shower heads. Also on my camp and the last one I was a leader for, we all changed in the dorm and walked naked to the showers so that our clothes did not get wet in the room." J told Max. "I am going to have to do some serious thinking for a way to get around this. I think I might be able to show you a way to begin to learn to control your orgasms, but as for getting a boner every time you see another cock or bulge is going to be hard to get around when we have a dorm full of boys who will be changing quite a bit. And changing dorms will not help either because you will still be in a room full of boys who at stages will be changing and showing their cocks,"
"Do you really think you can help me learn to control the orgasms?" Max asked.
"I'm not really sure, but once in our biology class our teacher spoke about being able to stop nervous reactions and cited orgasm as one of those which can be stopped. I did not believe him and went on the internet to do some research. What I found out I have not practiced at all so do not know if it is true or not, but if you are willing, I am willing to try it with you. But it will mean you being naked with me and letting me touch your cock. If you are willing to risk that, knowing I am gay, I am willing to try to help." J told him. "Right now the film will be ending soon and I want to go and have a word or two with those two twats in there and make sure they leave you alone. So let's go back in and you can sit on the back row while I go and call those two out. Ok?"
"yeah, thanks J." Max responded.
J purposely had not given Max an opportunity to accept J's offer to help train the orgasms as he wanted Max to spend some time thinking about it first. Then the two got up and went back into the theatre to discover that the cartoon was still going and so they sat down together in the back row.
As the film came to an end, J gave Max a little squeeze on the leg in encouragement, and then he got up and walked down to the front. "Ok, there is a little time left before the next coach of campers gets here, so what I want is for you to go and talk to someone you don't know and get to know them a little bit. You are going to be on camp for another ten days and you will be in close company with lots of other people. It helps to know some and have some friendly allies to bounce things off of. And while you are doing that, I will be getting to know some of you a bit better as well. So to begin with, I want Mr. Timothy Dalton and Mr. Oswald Bhule to come and talk to me first.
How is J going to deal with these two? I have already written the next chapter, just not polished it yet so I would be interested to see if you come up with the same ideas as I have. Please write to me. After all your comments and suggestions are the only pay we authors get. Rick