A Week at Camp Guna Gitchee

[Datom]

Camp Guna Gitchee

“Well, what about me?” I howled.

Mom just looked at me. “We’re working on it, Evan. We’ll come up with someplace for you.”

Mom had just told me and my big sister Erika that she and my Dad were planning a trip in a few weeks. They were going to some resort up in Michigan someplace, and we weren’t coming.

“You have to remember that your Dad and I haven’t gone anywhere by ourselves together for years now,” she tried to explain. She smiled. “Don’t forget that before you two came along, he and I were boyfriend and girlfriend. So we should still be able to do a romantic getaway, just the two of us, every once in awhile.”

Erika shrugged. “That’s okay with me,” she said. “That’s the same week I’m going to summer camp. So you don’t have to worry about me. Just Evan.” She smirked at me.

“I know.” Mom nodded. “We kind of planned it that way. But we’re making arrangements for Evan. I’ve been in touch with a couple of boys’ camps to see if they have room for him.”

I piped up, “I could just stay with Billy Zalter. He’s got an extra room at his place.”

“I know, I tried that, Evan,” Mom sighed. “I called Mrs. Zalter, and she said that they’re having out-of-town company that week, and they need the room.” She held up a finger and looked at me. “And before you asked, I also called Kevin Ross’s mom. The Rosses are all going to Colorado that week. And I can’t think of any of your other fifth-grade friends that you could stay with.” She smiled as encouragingly as she could. “But I think we’ll be able to find a summer camp that can still take you that week.”

Yeah, sure. I wasn’t enthusiastic about being farmed out to some stupid boys’ summer camp. I’d done it before, once. I mean, the swimming and hiking stuff was okay. And I could tolerate the nature lectures. But I was always afraid of having to make friends with some of the other boys there. I guess I’m just not much of a mixer. And it seemed, from my experience, that there were always one or two older boys who would try to dominate things.

So it was with some hope that, about a week later, I heard Mom talking to Dad on the phone.

“No, that won’t work either, Honey,” she was saying. “I just got word back from Camp Pinetop that they’re all full that week . . . . No, Camp Pine Tree is full up, too. And Camp Playmore says Evan is too old. They don’t take kids older than nine.”

Good, I thought. They have to cancel the trip! I’ll get the house to myself, with out my pesky big sister!

Mom was silent for a moment, listening. Then she burst out, “Oh, Walter! That would never work!”

What was “that,” I wondered.

“Well, okay,” Mom sighed. “I’ll try. But I can tell you, they’ll never go for it.”

I hoped that "they" (whoever they were) wouldn't go for it (whatever "it" was).

. . . . . . . .
They went for it.

Two days later, Mom called me into the kitchen. She was trying to look like she had the best news in the world for me. I mean, she was trying. She sat me down at the table, and beamed at me, somewhat apologetically.

“Guess what, Evan?” she started. “You’ll be going to summer camp after all!”

Oh, well, I thought. It’s not the end of the world. “Where?”

“Camp Guna Gitchee,” she said, hesitating a bit, and trying to maintain her smile.

“Yeah,” I gaped, “but isn’t that the camp where Erika is going?”

“Uh, yes,” Mom hesitated, “but it’s the only camp that had an opening.”

“But Mom! Camp Guna Gitchee is a girls’ camp!” Oh, hell! I thought. This was going to be worse than I thought! A girls’ camp! I’d probably spend the time picking flowers, or making lemonade or other girl stuff! "Will they even take me? In case you didn’t notice, I’m a boy.”

“I know,” Mom sighed. "It’s the only place I can find for you to stay while we’re gone. It’ll just be from Sunday evening to Friday morning. And yes, they know you’re a boy. But the camp supervisor, Mrs. Maitland, says you will have your own bunk, so you won’t have to sleep in the same room with the girls. And there’ll be stuff to do there. I think you’ll be fine.”

"But, Mom!” I protested. “They’re all girls!”

Mom made a mock face. “Well, what’s so bad about that? You know, I’m a girl.”

“No you’re not a girl. You’re my Mom.”

She chuckled, then put her arm around my shoulder. “I know, Evan. I’m sorry we couldn’t do something a little more comfortable for you. But, hey, you might have fun! There’ll be stuff to do there, and you might even enjoy it! I mean, the girls don’t exactly spend the whole week cutting out paper dolls.”

“But what about Erika? She’ll be there!”

“Of course she will,” Mom agreed. “What’s so bad about that? I mean, after all, she’s your sister.”

Yeah, I thought to myself. She’s my big sister, and she likes to pick on me. I didn’t say it out loud, but I thought it.

After all, Erika was the one who liked to sneak up on me from behind and tickle me. Sometimes she would pull up my shirt and tickle my bare stomach, especially when her friends were around. And she’s the one who’s always making fun of me, saying that I’m little and shrimpy, and calling me a wuss, in front of my classmates. In fact, just a few weeks ago a she and a few of her friends strapped me to a dolly that Dad kept in the garage, and paraded me around the park! In just my underpants! (See The Dolly viewtopic.php?t=5224 ) I was frantically hoping that by the time school started, the girls in my class, who had been at the park and seen me, would forget about all the pictures they took of me that day. Mom and Dad never found out about it, and I was too embarrassed to tell them.

So, I wasn’t real happy about the idea that I’d be there with her at this Camp Guna Gitchee place. This could turn out really badly, I thought. Erika would find a way to embarrass me, one way or another.

Boy! I didn’t know the half of it!
. . . . . . . .

[Jeepman89]

I am so excited for this story. Can't wait to see what happens at the girls camp.

[NudeBaG]

Ooooo.
A follow up to The Dolly?
Nice!

[Lola]

Great start! Can't wait for more!!

[Datom]

SUNDAY

We were in the car, driving to camp. Mom and Dad were in the front seat, Erika and I in the back. I was sitting there, trying to concentrate on my Game Boy. Erika had started concentrating on me. She was poking my leg with her finger and laughing. Since I was wearing shorts, I could feel her fingernail jabbing into my skin. Each time, she’d giggle under her breath.

“Erika! Cut it out!”

“Cut what out?”

“You’re poking me!”

“Am not!” with a grin on her face.

Finally it go on Mom’s nerves. She turned around.

You two knock it off! Evan, stop yelling at your sister!’

“Mom! She’s doing it! She’s poking my leg!”

“Fine!” Dad interposed. “Erika, quit poking his leg!”

“I am not!” she protested, then, “Okay, I’ll stop!”

Erika left me alone for about a minute. Then I felt her finger again. This time it was tickling my bare leg. She was smirking.

“Erika!” I hissed.

“I’m not doing anything!” she replied, then turned toward the front. “Mom! Evan is pestering me again!”

“Evan!" Mom said edgily. “I told you to quit yelling at your sister!”

“But she’s poking me again!”

“Am not!”

“Are so!”

Dad intervened again. “Evan, so help me, if I have to stop this car . . .”

He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He looked menacingly into the back seat.

“Now, both of you knock it off! Evan, quit picking on your sister!”

“I’m not! I’m trying to play my Game Boy! Erika keeps poking me and tickling me!”

“Well, I want it stopped! Whoever is starting it, stop it!”

He started up and we rode up again in silence. I got back into my Game boy. Then suddenly I felt a finger touching the front of my shorts, right where my penis was. The finger pressed down, then rubbed around in circles.

I started to yelp. Then I realized that I’d just get yelled at again, so I grabbed Erika’s hand and pushed it away from me. Two minutes later the finger was back. I pushed it away again.

“Erika! You perv!” I yelped.

Screech! The car pulled to the side of the road. Dad turned around. His face was red. “Evan! What did you just call your sister?”

“I called her a perv. Dad, she was touching me!”

“So?”

“She was touching me right in the . . .the place . . .”

“Was not!” Erika chirped.

“Okay, that does it!” Mom got out of the car and came around to the back door on my side. She opened the door.

“Evan, you and I are switching places,” she announced. “I don’t know whose fault this is, and, frankly, I don’t care. You go sit in front with your Dad. I’ll ride back here with Erika.”

The rest of the ride was quiet.
. . . . .

We got to the camp just before 5 o’clock. It looked like a lot of the girls were already there, . A few more were just arriving. I guess we were among the last to arrive.

We were greeted by an older girl, about sixteen, who was dressed in shorts and a yellow tee shirt that said “Camp Guna Gitchee” on it.

“Welcome to Camp Guna Gitchee!” she said, smiling. “And is this our camper?” She smiled at Erika.

“Uh,” Mom faltered, “Actually, both of them are. This is Erika,” she gestured, “and this is Evan,” she said, indicating me. “They’ll both be staying here.”

The girl frowned and looked at a sheet on a clipboard that she was holding, “Uh, I don’t see anything here . . .”

Mom got a little impatient. “I worked this all out with Mrs. Maitland. Evan will be one of the campers. Mrs. Maitland said she could accommodate him.”

“Okay,” The girl turned. “I’ll be right back,” she said over her shoulder.

She disappeared into a long log-cabin style building. A few minutes later she came out.

“Sure,” she said to Mom, looking a bit puzzled. “Evan is on the guest list. We’ve got arrangements made for him.” She smiled at me, then looked at all of us. “If you’ll just go into this building here,” she indicated the long log-cabin building, “you’ll be in the dining room, which is where we’re just now serving supper. After supper, we’ll be announcing cabin assignments.” She looked at Mom and Dad. “Are you going to join us for supper tonight?”

Dad looked at his watch. “Ah, we should really get going,” he replied. “We have a lot of stuff to do at home.” He and Mom hugged us goodbye, and were off to their romantic weekend.

I started to follow Erika to the dining hall. Then I heard a shout from one of the other girls.

“Errr-i-kaaa!”

“A-maaaan-daaa!” Erika yelled back. A tall girl with blonde hair in a ponytail ran up, and she and Erika hugged.

Amanda looked up and down at Erika. “I’m so glad you came back this year!”

“Me too,” Erika replied. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

“Hey! There’s Carla!” Amanda pointed to another girl with short black hair, They ran over to her and did a three-way hug. They jumped up and down, giggling.

I stood there by myself, as I watched the three of them disappear together into the dining hall. Well, I thought, I guess I’m on my own.

I walked into the dining hall by myself, and took a tray and joined the food line. The menu was sloppy joes and chips, and an assortment of drinks. There was some non-descript pudding for dessert. I filled up my tray, then headed for the tables.

The dining hall consisted of five long tables with enough chairs around them for eight people each. Four of them were totally occupied. At one of the tables I saw Erika sitting with Amanda and Carla—they were talking and giggling and periodically bursting out laughing. There were no seats at that table. The other tables were all filled too, with girls who obviously were old friends, of various ages and personalities, laughing and talking. Obviously, everyone knew everyone else, except for me, I thought. Dismally, I took my tray and went to the odd table, the one that was completely empty. Sitting down, I felt conspicuous, like the odd man out, all by myself, the one kid that no one cared about.

“Can I sit here?”

I looked up. Standing there was a girl, about my height, and probably about my age, holding a tray and looking kind of lost.

I gestured toward the empty chair across from mine. “Sure,” I said. "Have a seat.”

Gratefully, she set down her tray and sat down.

I felt a little awkward. Oh, well, I thought, we may as well start with the preliminaries--name, rank, and serial number.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Holly,” she said, smiling a little smile. “This is my first time here.”

I grinned. “Mine too,” I nodded. “I’m Evan. I’m from Maplewood. How about you?”

“I live in Harrison,” she responded. “I have an aunt who lives in Maplewood. Her name is Gail Kemmerer.” She took a drink of her water. “She has a boy, my cousin Albert.”

“Sounds familiar,” I said. “Albert Kemmerer. Hmmm.”

“He’s a little chunky--and kind of a dork,” Holly smiled.

Now that we’d gotten past the preliminaries, we were talking about stuff, and I got a chance to study her. She was actually kind of cute. She had red hair, tied in the back in a short ponytail, and her face had a few freckles—not too many, but just enough to make her look cute. And she had a pretty voice. It wasn’t high-pitched and shrill, but had a melodious sound to it.

As we finished supper, a lady got up at one end of the room, and rang a bell to get our attention. She was probably in her mid-forties, medium height, a little muscular, short dark brown hair, and dressed in jeans and a yellow tee shirt. The room got quiet immediately.

“Hello, campers! Welcome to Camp Guna Gitchee,” she called out. “I’m Mrs. Maitland, the Camp Supervisor.” She smiled and looked at two older girls standing next to her. “And these are my two assistants, Robin and Taylor.” The two girls smiled. I saw that they were wearing identical yellow shirts, just like the one Mrs. Maitland had on. “While you’re here, if you need anything, just ask one of us.” She paused meaningfully. “Also, while you’re here, please do as we tell you, and follow instructions.” She paused. “It’s for your own protection.”

Mrs. Maitland held up her clipboard. “I’m now going to call off the cabin assignments. When I’m done, I’d like you each to go to your cabin, take your luggage with you, and change. In each cabin you’ll find a lovely yellow shirt like mine,” she smiled ruefully and looked down at her shirt, “for you to wear while you’re here. It’s yours to keep afterward. Please change into it right away. Then come on out and join us at the campfire.”

A quiet murmur arose from the group.

“Here are the assignments,” Mrs. Maitland continued. “Listen carefully so you don’t miss yours. Please stay seated until I’ve called out all of them.” She looked down at her clipboard. “Cabin One: Darcy Mills, Candace Devon, Dixie Hermosky. Cabin Two: Erika Richards, Amanda Reese, Carla Watson. Cabin Three . . .”

She called out names for ten cabins. Finally she got to the last one. “Cabin Eleven, Evan Richards.”

“I don’t know those two girls I’m with,” Holly whispered to me. “What do I do?”

“Just go with them,” I shrugged. “They’ll like you. You’re nice. I mean, I like you. Why shouldn’t they?” I blushed when I heard what I’d just said.

Holly took my hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, Evan,” she whispered. “I guess I’ll see you at the campfire.” She walked off.

I went to find Cabin Eleven. It was set up for three people—a two-level bunk bed and a single bed. I plunked my bag down on the lower level of the bunk bed, and looked around. There was a window in front, which was covered by a large rustic shade with a drawstring on one side. There were two chairs, and two nightstands. In the back was a small door. I opened it, and saw a tiny bathroom, with a toilet and a washstand. Good—I thought. I won’t have to go outside through the camp when nature calls. On the single bed there was, folded up, a yellow tee shirt, obviously left for me. I took off my shirt and put on the tee shirt. It fit pretty well—kind of large, but I could manage that. Having done so, I walked out the door and headed for the campfire area.

“Wait a minute, Evan!”

I turned around, and there was Erika with her two friends.

“What?” I kind of snapped. I was still a little peeved that she’d left me stranded right before supper.

Carla smirked. “We want to see your belly button.”

Immediately I felt Erika’s hands grasping my arms. I struggled to get free, but to no avail. Carla and Amanda were right in front of me.

Erika chuckled, “I told them that your belly button was an outie,” she said.

“So we wanna see it!” Carla giggled.

“We’re going to make you show us your belly button,” Amanda tittered.

She reached around my waist and grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt and lifted it up. Then she pushed my shorts down about an inch so that my bellybutton was exposed.

“Oooh!” Amand a licked her finger, then touched my bellybutton with her wet fingertip. She wiggled her finger slowly around. “It IS! It’s an outie!

“It’s cute!” Carla giggled. “Look at the little bump in the middle!”

“Cut it out!” I protested. I kicked back at Erika, but she just wrapped her lower leg around my calves, so I couldn’t move my legs any more.

Meanwhile the inspection as continuing. Amanda was rubbing my belly with her hand, gently back and forth. “He’s got such a cute little belly,” she was saying. “I like his belly.”

Carla had slipped her hand up inside my shirt, and was now pulling my shirt way up, almost to my neck.

“Oooh!" She giggled. “Look at the little nipples!” She slid her finger up to my nipple and started playing with it.

I was struggling frantically, trying to get free of Erika’s grip. “Let go of me!” I almost shouted.

Then suddenly, I noticed that, standing about twenty-five feet away from me (I’m guessing—I’m terrible at distances) Mrs. Maitland was standing there. She wasn’t saying a word or making a gesture. She was just standing there watching, with obvious interest.

Then, suddenly, she seemed to notice that I was looking at her. She hesitated a minute, then came over.

“Girls!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing to Evan?”

Carla and Amanda jumped back from me. “Nothing, Mrs. Maitland,” they said, almost in unison.

“Why are you holding him like that?” she demanded of Erika.

Erika quickly let go of my arms. “ Uh, we . . we were just horsing around.”

“We were making Evan show us his belly button,” Cala explained.

“Erika told us that it’s really a cute belly button,” Amanda added.

Mrs. Maitland snorted. "Well, whatever, I don’t want this kind of horsing around going on here. When you hold someone against his will, that’s like bullying.” She turned to me. “Evan? Were you on the way to the campfire?”

“Yes ma’am,” I nodded.

“Well, go on ahead. We’ll be starting in a few minutes.” She turned to the three girls. “Now, you three . . .”

The campfire was okay, I guess. Once again, I started out sitting on the end of a vacant log by myself, and once again, Holly came over and joined me. We actually had a pretty good time. We learned some songs, and then the assistant Robin told a creepy ghost story. Finally, it was time to go to our cabins and go to bed. Once again, Holly gave me that little hand-squeeze. I liked it.

When I got to my cabin, I was exhausted. They’d said we were going on a hike tomorrow. I wanted to get a good night’s sleep. So I changed into my pajamas, and flopped into bed.

I just hope there’s no more humiliation from Erika and her two cronies tomorrow.

i knew they'd get me, one way or another.

[Lola]

So thrilling! I loved Mrs. Maitland that watch with obvious interest. The girls trio seems to be perfect to take advantage of Evan. I wonder how does it feel for him to know that one of the girls is his sister

[NickTwisp]

I suspect that some of the girls at camp are going to be seeing Evan's penis at some point.

[Datom]

Monday

I opened my eyes and took a minute to realize where I was. I was laying in a cabin at a camp—a girls’ camp. I began to remember yesterday—the feeling of being dumped by Erika, then meeting Holly in the dining room, then the humiliation with Erika’s friends and my shirt. Then finally the campfire.

Let’s see, I thought. They said yesterday that we were planning a hike. Maybe that’ll be fun. Maybe I can hang out with Holly on the hike.

I got out of bed. As I stood up, my pajama bottoms unexpectedly fell to the floor. Oops! I thought, I must have forgotten to button the waist when I went to bed last night. I must have been tired! I noticed that the buttons on my pajama tops were mis-buttoned; they were off by one buttonhole. Oh, well.

I headed for the bathroom, then came out and got dressed. Walking out of my cabin I breathed a breath of the fresh pine air. I liked that smell!

I went into the dining room. Most of the girls were already there. I got a tray, and filled it with French toast, bacon, and a glass of orange juice, then looked for a place to sit down. Well, I realized, looking over the room, it looks like I’d be back at that extra table again.

As I sat down, I noticed Holly sitting talking with two other girls. They must have been her cabin mates. I was glad to see it—I mean, she’d been so hesitant yesterday, and now she looked really comfortable. Still, I wish she could have sat with me again. At that moment she looked up and saw me, and smiled and waved to me. One of her friends said something to her, and she nodded and grinned.

At the end of breakfast Mrs. Maitland got up and made her morning announcements.

“This morning you’re going to be going on your Monday morning hike,” she proclaimed. “Taylor will be leading the hike,” she gestured toward the blonde assistant, who smiled, ‘and I expect you to follow her instructions. This will be a nice morning and a nice opportunity for you to explore our campground and our woods. So please follow Taylor’s instructions, stay on the trail, and above all, stay together.”

As we went out to assemble for the hike, Erika came up to me. “We’re going to get you, Evan!” she whispered.

“Me?”

“Yeah! You got us in trouble last night! Maitland was really pissed at us! We had to skip the campfire and go back to our cabin!”

“Well,” I retorted, “Maybe you shouldn’t have been trying to show my belly button to your friends! Seems like you got what you deserved.”

“Well, you better watch your step! We’re gonna get you, Evan!”

A sneaking suspicion slipped into my head. “Erika?”

“What?”

“Did you sneak into my cabin last night while I was asleep? Or one of your friends?”

“Hell, no! We were asleep all night! Why?”

“Just checking. Never mind.”

I guess I really had just forgotten to button my pajamas.

. . . . . . . .

When I got to the commons area, there was already confusion. Good old Mrs. Maitland was there, with her inevitable clipboard. Now she also had a whistle on a string around her neck. She put the whistle to her mouth and blew it three times. When everyone stopped talking, she started.

“Girls, there’s been a mix-up. We have too many of us here to go on the hike all at once. So we’ll be dividing into two groups of ten girls each. The girls from Cabins One thru Five will start right away. Robin will be leading you. The girls from Cabins Six thru Ten will start in thirty minutes, with Taylor as your leader. So, remember to stay with your group at all times.”

I raised my hand. “What about me?”

“Oh, yes, Evan.” Mrs. Maitland looked at her clipboard again. “You go with the first group. That’ll work.” Having disposed of my awkward presence, she turned and started talking to the two assistants.

I looked around. All the girls, including the two assistants, were wearing yellow shirts. Some of them were tee shirts like mine. Other girls had tank-top style yellow shirts. All of them said “Camp Guna-Gitchee” on them, along with a crude picture of some pine trees on a hillside.

I looked over at our guide. Robin was the same girl that had welcomed us yesterday and had been surprised to see a boy coming to camp. She had on a tank-top version of the shirt, and some black shorts. She had short, black hair, and a sort of pixie-looking grin on her face. She had a small paper note-pad in her hand, and she was reading off names. I waited patiently to hear my name. When she didn’t call it, I raised my hand.

“Did you call my name?”

She looked at her little note-pad. “No, I don’t have you here.” She looked again the squinted at me. “Oh, yeah. I remember you. Erin, isn’t it?”

“Evan,” I corrected her.

“Evan, Erin, whatever. It’s all the same.”

I started to yelp “It’s NOT the same to me!” then thought better of it.

Robin continued, “I need a couple girls to help carry our lunches. They’re in these bags. We’ll be stopping and eating on the hike.” A couple of the older girls came forward and picked up the bags.

We started off. As we did, I looked at the group. I saw Erika with her friends Amanda and Carla, whispering and giggling. Other girls were chatting happily. I looked for Holly but didn’t see her—she must be with the other group.

We left the common area, with Robin in front, and started down a path. We crossed a meadow, then continued into a wooded area. Suddenly we were facing the rocky side of a huge hill. We followed alongside it. The side became steeper and steeper until it was a rock face. Then, suddenly, we came up to a cave eroded in the rock face. Robin turned to us.

“This is the Prophet’s Cave,” she said, grinning. “It gets its name from an old Native American prophet who lived here by himself. It’s not a deep cave, but it was just deep enough for him to get in out of the weather. The story goes that he was in here one evening, when a bear came in and trapped him. Some of the other natives heard screaming and yelling. And the next morning, when they came here, all they found was one arm and one leg, just bloody stumps on the ground.” Robin’s eyes were lighting up, and we could tell she was enjoying telling the story. “And on windy nights, people have heard screaming and howling coming from the cave.”

The girls all looked at each other and grinned and shuddered.
Robin continued, “We’ll go through it, and you’ll smell the dampness of the rock inside.” She led the way and we started passing single file through the cave.

I didn’t realize that Erika’s friend Carla was right behind me. Then, just as I was in the middle of the cave, I felt a finger go up the back of my shorts, up one of the leg-holes, and felt a sharp fingernail jab my lower butt cheek.

“Yow!” I yelled.

My yelp reverberated in the cave. Several girls put their hands over their ears. Robin turned angrily around.

“Who did that?” she demanded.

Everyone was looking at me.

“Erin! I thought so!” She turned around and led everyone out of the cave.

Once we were all outside again, she turned to me angrily. “Erin, I’m going to have to punish you,” she snapped. “That was irresponsible behavior. It was inappropriate.”

Behind me I could hear Carla and Amanda tittering, delighted at the thought of getting me into trouble.

“Somebody poked me!” I said, indignantly.

“Who was behind you? Carla? Amanda? Did one of you poke Erin?”

“The two looked at each other innocently, then at Robin.

“No. Not us.” Amanda said, wide-eyed.

“Evan was just walking through the cave, and he turned around and grinned at us, then gave a big yelp,” Carla explained. She grimaced. “It hurt my ears!”

“Mine too!”

“And mine!”

“Erin, are you going to apologize to the group?” Robin looked at me.

“No!” I said. “In the first place, I’m Evan, not Erin! And in the second place, I told you, somebody poked me. That’s what made me yell like that! I couldn’t help it!”

“Well,” Robin said, with a hint of a grin on her face, “if you won’t apologize, we’ll have to find a punishment for you.”

Immediately Erika piped up, “Make him take off his shirt!”

A couple of the other girls chimed in, “Yeah!” “Make him take it off!” Take his shirt from him!”

Robin looked at me. “That’s a good idea,” she said. “Erin, or Evan, take your shirt off now. And hand it to me.”

“But . . “ I started to protest.

“No ‘buts’, Erin.” Robin was doing a come-on thing with the fingers of one hand, “Get the shirt off and hand it over. You’ll get it back at the end of the hike.”

Reluctantly I pulled my yellow tee shirt off over my head. As I did, I could hear snickers from a few of the girls. Big deal, I thought. So I just have my shorts on, and shoes and socks. So what? This is about how much of me they see when I’m in my swim trunks.

As we proceeded down the trail, I heard a few giggles from behind me. At one point I felt a fingertip tracing down my bare back. The giggles continued as the fingertip reached the edge of my shorts and slipped inside. I started to turn around and yell, but then thought better of it. I’d just get yelled at anyway.

A moment later I felt another hand sliding down my bare side. I lurched to get away from it. I heard snickers coming from behind me.

We rounded a bend in the trail and started following alongside a creek. Not much farther along, we rounded another bend and came to a sloped clearing in the woods. There were three rows of benches on the hillside, in the manner of a small amphitheater. At the front was a small wooden stage. Lying on its side was a stand, like a lectern. In the middle of the stage a big wooden cross lay on the floor, on its back. In front of it was a small square hole, where the cross could be stood up. The whole area looked a little neglected.

Robin turned to us and stopped us. “This area used to be called Creekside Chapel. Back before the Maitland family took over the campground, it was used by several Methodist and Baptist churches in this area, as a place for church youth camp and retreats. They would hold their services here, right beside the creek, on Sunday mornings.”

We looked around.

“The Maitland family is planning on redesigning it later this summer. We’ll be using it as a little theater, where we can put on plays and skits, and hold other kinds of programs.”

Robin gestured to the bags containing our lunches.

“If you’d like to sit down here, we can rest for awhile, and have lunch. I need a few volunteers to help me unpack the food.”

As we sat on the benches munching our sandwiches, a couple of girls came up to me. They were maybe a couple years older than me, wearing shorts and tank-top versions of the yellow shirt, and they were smiling.

“Hi, Evan,” one of them said. “I’m Lara, and this is Brenda.”

We just want to say we’re sorry that Robin is picking on you like she is.”

Lara put her hand on my bare back and started stroking me. “We don’t think it’s fair that Robin is trying to embarrass you.”

“Thanks,” I said, between mouthfuls of sandwich.

“We hope you’re not embarrassed of your body,” Brenda said, petting my arm. “We think you have a very nice body.”

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of your body, Evan.” Lara said, her hand slipping all the way down my back. Meanwhile, Brenda’s hand had moved up to my chest, her finger on my nipple.

I looked up, and saw Erika and her two friends, some distance away. They were looking at me and smirking, watching me getting pawed.

Pretty soon it was time to go. “Time’s up,” Robin announced. “Let’s get ready to keep going.”

We all hustled into line. This time I stayed back, away from Erika and her two cronies. I started down the trail with Brenda in front of me, and Lara behind me.

We’d been going for about a minute, when Brenda turned around and gave Lara an inquisitive look. Then she grinned and winked.

About thirty seconds later, Brenda jumped and howled “Yeeowww!” The whole group stopped in the trail. Brenda turned and glades at me.

“Evan! You little brat!” She yelled.

“Me?” I gaped. “I didn’t do anything!”

“You did so! You pinched my butt!”

“No I didn’t!”

“You did! I felt it! And I heard you giggle!”

By now Robin had come back to see what the commotion was. “What’s going on back here?”

Of course, Brenda spoke up first. “This little pervert pinched me right on my butt!”

“I did not!” I protested.

Lara nodded vigorously. “He did so! He laughed under his breath, then reached out and stuck his fingers up her shorts and pinched her! I saw it!”

Robin looked at me. There was a glint of an evil grin behind her glare.

“Eric,” she began.

"Evan!” I almost shouted.

“Whatever. Don’t correct me,” she snapped. “You have to be punished. Apparently, taking your shirt off wasn’t enough.”

The other girls were now watching, with fascinated grins on their faces.

“Take off your shorts!” Robin commanded.

“What?”

“I said, take off your shorts! You’re going to have to finish this hike in nothing but your underpants!” She grinned slightly. “Maybe that will teach you to behave yourself.”

“No!” I protested.

“You’ll do as I say!” Robin gestured to Lara and Brenda. They both came up behind me, grinning, and held my arms. Robin knelt down in front of me, unsnapped my shorts, and pulled them down, then moved my legs and slipped my shorts off my feet. I was now left in just shoes, socks, and a pair of light blue briefs.

I looked over at Erika and her two buddies. Then were almost out of breath from trying not to laugh. They saw me looking at them, and looked away, but they were still laughing uncontrollably.

“On with the hike!” Robin suddenly commanded. She marched back to the front of the group and proceeded to lead everyone on along the trail.

I heard Lara behind me. “Hey, Brenda!”

“What?

“You should see little Evan from behind! He looks cute in his little undies!”

Brenda turned around, and looked me over. “He looks pretty cute from here too.” She stuck out her finger and poked my bellybutton, and tickled me.

He’s got the cutest little ass!” Lara whispered. I felt her fingertips caressing my butt through the cloth of my underpants. Suddenly, she slipped her finger under the elastic, and slid her hand down inside my underpants. She gave my butt cheek a squeeze. I jumped, and she giggled.

Then Brenda turned around and looked at my underpants. “Looks like he’s getting a little stiffy,” she giggled. Her finger rand down the front of my underpants, and poked at my penis through the cloth. “Yeah, it’s getting harder,” she grinned.

“Cut it out!” I hissed.

“I wanna see it!” Lara chortled. She slipped in front of me, and slipped her finger inside my underpants elastic, and pulled back. She stared at my penis. “Oooh! It’s cute!”

We’d stopped now, and the couple of girls behind us came up to join the fun.

Lara slid her finger along the underside of my penis. It made me tingle.

“It’s getting bigger,” she reported. The other girls giggled.

Brenda stuck her finger into my underpants and tickled the tip of my penis. “This is fun!”

A call came from farther down the trail. “Hey! Are you guys alright?”

Brenda looked up. “Yeah, we’re coming!” She looked at me and grinned and whispered, “I guess you’ll just have to hold that erection for awhile.”

After what seemed like forever, we got back to camp. We all marched into the common area, me still in nothing but my underpants. The girls all stood around waiting to see what I’d do next.

I went up to Robin. “Give me my clothes back.”

Robin grinned, and held out my shorts and shirt, then lifted them and held them behind her. “Not until you say you’re sorry!” she smirked.

“No!” I protested. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Don’t lie to me,” Robin warned, holding my clothes even a little higher, “You were poking the girls’ butts. In fact, you were sticking your finger inside their shorts! That could be sexual harassment! You could be in big trouble.” She backed away from me, still holding my clothes where I couldn’t reach them.

Frustrated, I looked around. Other than Robin and the girls, there wasn’t anyone there. Then I glanced at the main cabin and noticed a window. I saw Mrs. Maitland’s face peering out the window, watching the scene. She must have been cleaning or scrubbing something in there, because her right shoulder seemed to be moving up and down.

“Fine!” I finally said, grumpily. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry for the terrible things I did. Now, can I have my clothes back?”

Robin smirked. “That’s better. Okay kid, here they are.” And she threw my shorts and shirt about six feet in the opposite direction, so I’d have to chase after them.

. . . . . . . . .

I sat by myself that night at supper. Looking over the dining room, I saw several groups of girls gabbing and giggling. They all seemed to be looking at their cellphones, and pointing and laughing. Every once in awhile one of them would glance up at me. When they saw me watching them, they’d turn away again, really quickly. I looked around for Holly, and saw her sitting with a group of her friends. She was looking at someone’s cellphone too, but she wasn’t giggling.

. . . . . . . .
I skipped the campfire that night, and went straight back to my cabin. After awhile, I felt tired, and changed into my pajamas. But before I got into bed. I checked the button on my pajama bottoms to make sure it was buttoned, and even checked the top, to make sure the buttons were mis-buttoned.

I could hear the girls all outside at the campfire, laughing and talking. Every once in awhile they'd cheer about something. Then they did the offical camp cheer:

"One! Two ! Three! Guna-Gitchee!
Guna-Gitchee Gitchee Gitchee Gitchee!
Yaaaaaaay!"

As I drifted off to sleep I wondered what they were going to do to me tomorrow.

The'd find some way to torture me. One way or another.

[Jeepman89]

Loving this stroy. Can't wait to see what the girls do to him next.

[NickTwisp]

This is very well written...poor Evan in his underpants on the last part of the hike!