Joey 7
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2017 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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Joey Goes to Camp, Chapter 7.
Setting: Glenview Heights, a middle class housing
development outside a small Midwestern city. Time – late 1960’s.
Characters: The Worden Family – Mother: Agatha, age
41 (divorced), Children: Mary (14), Joey, (13) and Cathy (12)
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The big day finally came and Joey was eager to
set forth on his summer adventure. Two whole months without being tormented by
his sadistic sisters and their female friends! He had read the brochures over
and over and marveled at the pictures of kids running, playing games and doing
other fun stuff, dressed in their camp shirts and shorts of different colors. There
was even a lake where kids were playing in the water, swimming and paddling
canoes.
He was a bit surprised when he was told not to
pack anything. “The camp furnishes everything,” his mother explained. Uniforms,
socks, shoes, even toothbrushes and toothpaste. We sent in a list of all your
sizes.”
“Why do they do that?” Joey wondered aloud.
“It makes laundry easier if they don’t have to
match clothes to kids by name,” she explained. “So, if you have a size 6 shirt
and size 5 shorts, you’ll get a new set every day and your old ones go back
into the laundry.”
“OK, that makes sense, I guess, but what about
germs?”
Agatha laughed. “Don’t worry, the laundry is
done with very hot water so it kills all the germs.”
So, when the time came to get onto the bus for
the ten-hour trip to the camp, all Joey carried was a small bag containing a
few snacks and a few comic books to read enroute. They were mostly Disney,
which Joey considered “baby stuff,” but it was better than nothing. His mother
gave him $20.00 in small bills, so he could buy meals and other stuff at the
enroute stops. It was Joey’s first time on a long bus trip and, really, the
first time he had been more than twenty miles from home on his own.
The bus left at 7:00 AM so there was not much
traffic. Nor was there much ceremony. Agatha dropped him off at the bus station
at 6:45, gave him a perfunctory kiss, warned him to behave himself and drove
off. There were only a dozen passengers, so Joey was able to get a window seat.
It was boring at first, but soon they were out of town and on the Interstate,
passing through territory that he had never seen before. More people got on as
the bus passed through other towns, but there was nobody of Joey’s age to talk
to, just some little kids and a couple of high school or college girls who
ignored Joey and sat about two rows behind him, chattering and giggling
constantly.
Around noon, the bus stopped at a roadside diner
for a half-hour lunch break. Joey had a burger, fries and a shake. When he got
back into his seat, he was greeted by a cute blonde girl about his age.
“Hi, is this seat taken?” she asked, smiling.
“Err, no it isn’t,” Joey stammered. “Go ahead
and sit there if you want to.”
She smiled, sat down and arranged her stuff. Like
Joey, she was not carrying much and didn’t have a suitcase. “My name is Debbie
Baxter,” she said. “I’m from Nebraska. I’m fourteen and in the ninth grade.”
“My name is Joey Worden,” Joey replied. “I’m
from Missouri. I’m thirteen and in the eighth grade.”
“Cool,” the girl said. “Where are you heading?”
“I’m going to summer camp in New Mexico,” Joey
replied.
“Oh, wow, me too!” Debbie exclaimed. “I ‘m going
to Camp Ronamoc, near Taos.”
“Really? That’s so cool!” Joey relied. “So am
I.”
“That’s so cool,” Debbie said. “is this your first
time there?”
“Yeah,” Joey said. “In fact, it’s my first time
at any summer camp.”
“Oh, that’s got to be exciting,” Debbie said. “I
went to camp near Omaha when I was 10 and 11, but this is my first time out of
state.”
“One thing I don’t understand,” Joey said. “The
brochure said it was for girls 8-18, but they only take boys from 10-13. Why
would that be?”
“Well it used to be only girls,” Debbie said.
“They only added boys about five years ago; maybe they don’t have enough cabins
for boys yet. Or maybe they don’t want
high school boys because of being worried about sex.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Joey replied
thoughtfully. “I’m sure not ready to have sex yet.”
“Me, neither,” Debbie confessed. “Plenty of time
for that when we’re older. But that means you’ll be one of the oldest boys in
the camp. All those horny high-school girls will be after you.’
Joey laughed. “Maybe I need to hire a bodyguard.
Want the job?”
Debbie giggled. “That’s the best offer I’ve had
all week. I might just take you up on it.”
The two youngsters continued to chat as the bus
rolled through miles of desert and finally arrived at Taos. Having no luggage,
they wandered around the terminal until they saw a desk and sign that said
“Camp Ronamoc.” The desk was manned by
three girls, two high-school age in gold shirts with green shorts and one older
girl in a gold shirt and khaki shorts.
“Hi,” said Debbie. “we are here for Camp
Ronamoc. I am Debbie Baxter and this is Joey Worden.”
“Glad to see you,” the older girl responded. “I’m
Cathy and these girls are Mandy and Elisa. We are counselors. Here are your
temporary badges, just go into that room over there. We have about six people
already and are expecting another five in the next hour or so.”
The two new campers took the silver badges
suspended on ribbons and hung them around their necks. They walked over to a
waiting room that was already occupied with four girls and two boys, including
the two older girls from their bus. There was a candy machine and a soda
machine in the room, so they snacked a bit while waiting for the last group. Mandy
warned them not to eat too much because there would be dinner served at the
Boys and Girls club where they would be spending the night.
An hour later, three more girls and a boy joined
the group and Cathy led the assembled group out back to a waiting school bus
marked “Camp Ronamoc.” After they were settled, she took the wheel and drove to
a large building about a mile from the bus station.
“This is the Taos Boys and Girls Club,” she
announced. We rent the place for a week before and a week after the camping
period. It’s a three-hour drive to the actual camp, so we do our initial
processing here.”
As they entered the building, Cathy pointed to
two doors, one marked “Girls” and the other marked “Boys.” “First thing is to
get you cleaned up and issue your uniforms. Some of you have been riding all
day, and I am sure you are very grubby. Each of you take one of these canvas
bags and put all your clothes into it, along with any other personal items. These
will be cleaned and re-issued to you when you leave camp. From now on, you will
only wear your camp uniforms.”
Cathy and Elise led the girls to the door on the
left while Mandy escorted the boys through the door on the left. Joey and Debbie
waved to each other as they separated. When the door closed behind Elise, the
boys found themselves in a locker room with two benches down the sides.
“Okay boys,” Mandy directed. “Take off all your
clothes, including your shoes, socks and underwear and put it into the green
bags.”
“ALL our clothes?” Billy, who looked about 11,
squeaked. “We can’t get undressed in front of a girl!”
“You can and you will,” Mandy stated firmly,
“Unless, of course, you want to start summer camp off with a bare-bottom spanking.”
“Wait a minute,” Jeff, a bigger boy, protested. “Nobody
said anything about getting naked or being spanked.”
The boys had not noticed that two older girls,
wearing gold T-shirts and green shorts, had entered the room. Both were bigger
than Mandy or the six boys.
“Is there a problem here, Mandy?” the taller
girl enquired.
“Oh, hi Lisa and Becky,” Mandy said. “These
little boys don’t want to get undressed with girls watching.”
Lisa laughed and Becky giggled. “Well, they’ll
just have to get used to it,” Lisa declared firmly. “Little boys don’t wear
clothes at Camp Ronamoc.”
Becky giggled again. “Besides, we’ve all been
babysitting little boys for years. You guys don’t have anything we haven’t seen
a hundred times before.”
“Your parents have all signed contracts giving
us permission to spank you whenever we think it is appropriate.” Lisa stated.
“And they know you will be naked all summer as well.”
Joey shrugged and started to take off his shirt.
He had hoped for better, but his luck was, as usual, not with him. Better to
get undressed now and hopefully avoid spanking as long as possible. But the
other boys were not happy at all. Billy started to cry and a couple others
looked ready to join him. Only Jeff, who was the tallest, was defiant.
“No way I am getting naked in front of some dumb
girls,” he declared. I am a teenager, 13 years old, not some little kid you can
push around.”
Lisa sighed. “OK we’ll do it the hard way. Mandy
and Becky, get his arms.”
The two other girls grabbed Jeff’s arms and held
them away from his body. Lisa stepped in front of him, unfastened his belt and
zipper and pulled his shorts down to his ankles, bringing his briefs down with
them. Jeff yelled indignantly as the three girls observed his bare penis and
scrotum.
“I don’t see what he was so anxious to hide,”
Mandy giggled. “I’ve seen ten-year-olds with bigger boy parts.”
Indeed, Jeff’s penis was less than two inches
long in the relaxed state and his testicles were quite small. There was no
trace of pubic hair. Joey noted that his own boy parts were much bigger than
Jeff’s.
“OK, the rest of you boys, get out of your
clothes now,” Lisa directed. “We need to give Jeffie-boy a little motivational
counseling.”
End of
Part 7
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