Summer Camp Chapter 4
by Josh Brown

Copyright 2007 by Josh Brown, all rights reserved.

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Sorry it has taken me so long to add some new parts! Feel free to review the previous parts to be updated on the plot. The main idea is that our protagonist, poor Timothy, is attending summer camp for the first time. He is very shy about his body and worried that he might wet his bed. The other boys in his cabin are put in charge of him by a counselor after they find him with dirty underpants on the first morning. After a humiliating shower, they take him back to the cabin and tell him that he will have to follow their directions or he will get in more trouble with the camp staff. The story continues below!
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Chapter 4: Swim Test

That morning at breakfast, the camp director had mentioned that all new campers were required to take a swim test to find out what level of swimming they were at. The girls would have theirs in the morning and the boys in the afternoon. Tim was not particularly worried about the test since he was a pretty good swimmer, and had taken swimming lessons at the local YMCA when he was younger. After lunch, he headed back to the cabin to get his swimming suit on, hoping that his cabin-mates would not be there. Unfortunately, luck was not with him. As he walked in the door, all three of them looked up from Greg's trunk and closed the lid.

"So you've got your swimming test in a little while?" asked Bill.

"Yeah."

"Well, don't worry about it, it's pretty easy."

"I'm sure I'll be fine."

Tim headed over to his trunk to get his swimming suit out, but after five minutes of searching, he realized that it was not inside! How could he possibly have forgotten it? He thought he remembered specifically putting it in, and his mom had been there too, checking things off of the camp's equipment list as he put each item into the trunk. This was not possible. Tim hurriedly searched his whole trunk again, pulling out each item of clothing and shaking it to make sure that the suit had not somehow gotten wrapped up inside something else. No luck. What was he going to do now? He knew that the counselor in charge of the swimming area was not going to be happy, since he had specifically asked at breakfast if anyone had forgotten their swim suit. Those few campers who had had been taken to the local store just after breakfast to buy new ones. Tim had of course assumed that his suit was in his trunk, and so had not said anything.

"You look worried Tim, is anything wrong?" asked Dave.

"Well, I don't seem to have my swim suit. You guys haven't seen it, have you?"

"No, I don't think so. I hope you didn't forget to bring it and then not tell the counselor this morning. He really doesn't like it when that happens."

"Well I'm totally sure I packed it, but now I don't know what to do."

"I guess you should just go along to the test anyway and tell him that, but I warn you, he may be pretty upset since they don't like to postpone the test. There was a guy a few years back who didn't have a suit and he had to take the test in his underwear."

Tim suddenly was very worried and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. As bad as being in his underpants and naked around these three guys and Luke had been, he couldn't imagine anything worse than having to take a swim test in front of all the other new boys in camp in just his underpants! There was no way he was going to do that, no matter what some counselor said. He would just have to go to the store tomorrow and get a suit, and then take the test later. However, remembering how strict Luke had been about the camp rules that morning, he was not totally calm as he headed out of the cabin and joined the group of boys headed down to the waterfront. He noticed that all of the other boys had swim suits on with towels around their necks, and he hoped that the counselor would see his point of view.

After Tim left the cabin, his cabin-mates looked at each other and started laughing. Of course it had been very easy to slip back to the cabin after lunch and grab Tim's swim suit out of his trunk to hide it. The boys knew full well that the counselor in charge of the swimming test was not particularly easy-going, and that he would not be pleased that only one boy out of the twenty new boys in camp that year had managed to 'forget' his swim suit and not said anything at breakfast. They were pretty sure that poor Tim was definitely going to have to take his swim test in his little white underpants, so they quickly headed down to the waterfront to watch the fun.

Tim arrived at the waterfront with the other new boys and they all stood around waiting for the counselor. He finally arrived and looked them over, immediately noticing that Tim was still wearing his regular clothes.

"What's wrong with you boy?" he said, "You going to take the swim test wearing your shorts?" There was general laughter from the other boys at this comment.

"Well, err, no sorry but, um I just can't find my swimming suit," Tim replied nervously.

"Didn't I tell you all at breakfast to let me know if you had forgotten your swimming suit!" the man shouted at Tim. "We already went and bought new ones, what are you trying to do, annoy me even more?"

"No, please, but I know I packed it but I just can't find it now."

"We seem to have a problem here boys," the man said, "We have a limited schedule and this boy seems intent on not letting you all take your swim tests on time. Well, I'm not going to make all these other boys wait around for you," he added, pointing at Tim. "Take off your shorts and you can take you swim test that way. Come on, don't waste time." He then turned away and started organizing the boys into groups to take the test.

Tim stood there in shock. Despite what his cabin-mates had said, he had not imagined that the counselor would really suggest that he take the test in his underpants. There was no way that he was going to strip down in front of all these boys, he just couldn't do it! He decided to wait until the tests had started and try and reason with the man a bit. Eventually the counselor had assigned everyone to a group and came back to Tim.

"Why are you still standing there boy! I thought I told you to get undressed and join a group?"

"But, please, can't I just take the test later when I get a swimsuit. I mean, I don't really need to do it right now do I?"

"Well, so because of your mistake, I should have to do a special swim test just for you?"

"I'm sorry, please, but I don't think it's right that I should take the test, you know, stripped down."

Tim blushed heavily and looked down at his feet under the man's gaze.

"No, sir, I'm not a ..., um, one of those."

"Well good then, I would hope not!" said the counselor, "Come on, then, get stripped down and we'll get this over with."

Tim noticed that all the other boys were staring intently in his direction as he began to take off his t-shirt. He turned away so that he wouldn't have to look at them and tried to calm himself down. He noticed suddenly that his cabin-mates were there as well, watching, and he blushed again. His t-shirt off, he hugged his arms to his bare chest and took one last look at the counselor. The man was now clearly waiting on him, standing with hands on hips with his clipboard in hand, watching while he took off his clothes. He motioned Tim to get a move on with it. Tim almost felt a little tear start to work its way out of his eye from the intense humiliation that he was feeling, but he blinked it back. That was the last thing he needed in this situation, to be seen as a cry-baby. He took a deep breath and pulled his shorts down and off, turned around quickly and walked over to his group.

"Well look at that!" joked the counselor, "A boy who still wears real underpants. I tell you boys, this modern trend of wearing those boxers you all have is not something I have been pleased with. At your age you need more support." All the other boys by this point were snickering. Although a few of them were of course in the same predicament, having parents that wouldn't yet buy them boxer shorts, most had left briefs behind long ago, and were quite amused to see a boy of 12 standing there in just a pair of them. However, the counselor quickly moved on and started the first group's test, and gradually the boys left Tim alone.

Eventually it was his group's turn to swim and as they all climbed up to the end of the dock, Tim again felt very exposed standing there in just his underpants while all the other boys had their long swimsuits on. He looked around and saw a few of them staring at his crotch, and tried to put his legs together to cover himself up, but he was not very successful. Then the counselor told them to start, and he dived in with the rest and quickly swam the short course that was required. Tim had no trouble passing the test, quickly got himself up and out of the water and stood over with the group of boys who had already finished.

It seems that all summer camp waterfront counselors do not understand that even in the hot sun of a summer's day, having to stand around wet after swimming, waiting for others to finish can be a bit chilly, and this one was no exception. One or two of the boys had asked to go and get their towels, but the man had laughed and said that it would 'toughen them up' to wait for a bit.

As they were all standing there, one of them whispered to another and started laughing a bit and eventually all the boys were snickering. Tim heard them and turned trying to see what was so funny, when he noticed that they were looking at him! He went red in the face immediately, even though he had no idea what was so funny. Eventually, he figured out that they were laughing and pointing at his crotch. He looked down, and to his horror, immediately discovered the reason that boys don't like to swim in white briefs. The pair he had on was a bit old and worn, and as soon as it had gotten wet, it had gone almost completely transparent! He realized in an instant that the boys could see everything that he wanted to hide! He quickly put his hands down in front of himself, but he knew that it was too late and that the boys had seen it all.

After the test, as they walked up to the cabin, the other boys couldn't help but tease him.

"So, you like showing off for us, eh?"

"Maybe he should have just made you take the test naked -- wouldn't have been much different!"

"Let's see your little underpants again, show us what you've got down there."

It also seemed to be that the see-though condition of his underpants had led them to the conclusion that they could slap his butt, which he really hated. After two or three slaps he whirled angrily around to them and said, "Come on guys! Please stop it. This isn't my fault you know, I really did pack a swim-suit but that asshole made me do this."

The boys quieted down at that, but still most of them thought it was pretty funny. Eventually, one boy came up and indicated that he wanted to say something to Tim. By this time, Tim's cabin-mates had joined the group and were listening in.

"You know, I'm on the swim-team at my school, and I didn't know if we would be able to compete here, so I brought an extra swim suit. How would you like to borrow it for the rest of the summer? I don't think I'll be wearing it since our competitions will not be at the level I'm used to, so I won't need it."

"Um, well, I guess that would be OK. What size are you?" Tim replied, noticing then that the boy was actually on the small side for his age, and wondering if he would even be able to fit into his swimsuit.

"Oh, I'm sure it will fit you, the competition ones are pretty stretchy." the boy replied. "My name is Mark, what's your?"

"I'm Tim."

"OK, well I'll bring it over to your cabin in a few minutes. See ya!"

Tim walked back to his cabin, hoping that perhaps this incident was just a one-time thing, and that now he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. His cabin-mates walked with him and asked him about the swim test.

"We saw that you had to do it in your underpants," said Bill, "Too bad about that, although I bet you are happy now that we made sure you had clean ones on this morning, aren't you?"

Tim grudgingly acknowledged this comment, and they headed back into the cabin.

Before he had even had a chance to change out of his wear underwear, Mark came running up with his swimsuit. He gave it to Tim, who stood there looking horrified. It was a bright yellowspeedo!

"See, I told you that it was my competition swimsuit," Mark rambled on, "We wear them all the time for the swim meets and stuff that we do, but not really at other times you know because not everyone likes them because they are so small. But I guess that you won't mind that since it's going to better than your underwear!"

Tim was not so sure about this, but before he could refuse, Greg said "Well thank you very much Mark, that's so kind of you to loan Tim your swimsuit so that he doesn't have to spend the whole summer swimming in his underpants." Tim looked at Greg is shock, but at Greg's firm stare, he just turned his eyes to the floor. But he couldn't believe what he heard Greg say next.

"Well, come on Tim, why don't you try it on right now to make sure it will actually fit. You don't want to keep Mark waiting, do you?"

Tim looked back up at Greg in shock. Although he still hadn't gotten over the shower in front of his cabin-mates, and swimming in his transparent underwear, the idea of actually being naked and changing in front of Mark filled him with dread.

"I'm sure it will be OK, thanks Mark," Tim said, and edged over to the door to let Mark out."

"Why are you being like this Tim?" asked Dave, "It seems to me that since Mark has been so nice as to loan you this swimsuit, the least you could do would be to try it on so he can take it back if it doesn't fit."

Tim looked from one to the other, and saw in both their faces, and in Bill's when he looked there, the determination that he was going to have to do what they said. He knew that any more trouble with them would lead to Luke coming back, and he definitely didn't want that! So, with another look at Mark, who was staring intently at him as well by this point, he put thespeedo on his bed, and bent down to pull his underpants off. He felt his face flush as he exposed himself, but he tried to do it as quickly as possible and pull up Mark'sspeedo quickly so nothing would be seen. To his surprise, the boys didn't make him stand up or expose himself anymore, but as he pulled thespeedo on, he realized that he had a real problem.

He had noticed earlier that Mark was pretty small for his age, and so consequently the speedo was pretty tiny. In fact, Tim could barely get it on, and he saw at once that he would have trouble with it. Mark had clearly used it for the whole season, so some of the elastic around the legs was gone, and Tim felt his testicles trying to slip out of one side or the other. He knew that if he was actually going to wear this, he would be in huge danger of exposing himself.

"I guess it's really too small Mark," he said, "thanks anyway though for thinking of me." He started to take it off, when Greg's hand stopped him.

"Nonsense, I think it fits just fine." He turned to Mark, "they are supposed to be tight aren't they -- isn't that the style?"

Mark nodded, not really wanting to argue with this older boy, but it was clear to him that the speedo was way too small for Tim. However, he had made his gesture and turned to leave.

Greg added, "Mark, just so you know, if you ever want your speedo back, you just have to ask Tim. It is your property after all, so if you wanted it back, at any moment, I would expect that he would give it to you."

Mark turned his head a little as he heard this, and wondered if the implication in Greg's comment was really what he meant. The expression he saw on Greg's face made him feel both a bit worried for Tim, but also amused at what he might be able to do to Tim during the summer. Greg was right of course, the Speedo was his property, and he could ask for it back at any time!