Joey 7

By Red Rover

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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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