Camp For Troubled Youth

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"At Camp Greenup, we can help your troubled son. Call 304-529-3914. 
We really care." Jon thought about the difficulty he'd been having 
with Sam for the last two years. As the commercial ended, Jon dialed 
the number.



The camp counselor explained to Jon that the program centered around 
developing the understanding needed between parent and child. The 
counselor especially felt that since Jon was a single parent, this 
program would offer additional benefits which would help Sam cope 
better without a direct motherly influence.



Jon made the commitment. The next program would begin in 3 weeks, so 
Jon scheduled his vacation. He then broke the news to Sam: they would 
be spending 2 weeks in July camping in the mountains.



Jon and Sam arrived at the airport and were met by a young man. He 
introduced himself when several other men gathered around with their 
sons. Jon had been told that some of the therapy was group oriented, 
but he didn't know how many would be enrolled.  Twelve males, plus 
the driver, crowded into the white, unmarked van for the 3 hour drive 
to Camp Greenup.



During the first hour, everyone remained fairly quiet. Then 
communication among the adults began to flow. The men exchanged the 
basic information like career, and then they made small talk about 
sports and things.



When they arrived at the camp, several casually dressed counselors 
met them at the front of the main building. They were shown inside 
and given a tour. The building consisted of one large room with 
single beds lining the walls. The bathroom had urinals on the east 
wall, toilets on the west wall, and sinks and mirrors on the south 
wall. There were no partitions between the toilets. At one end of the 
south wall was the entrance to the one, large shower room. Jon didn't 
realize it would be so rudimentary.



The second building was the mess hall, cafeteria-style, with one long 
table down the middle. The third building, they were told, were the 
counseling facilities.



Soon after everyone had picked a bed and stowed his stuff, dinner was 
announced. The food was surprisingly good, quite gourmet, Jon had 
noted. At 10:00, the lights were turned off, and it didn't take long 
for everyone to fall asleep.



At 6:00 am, the loudspeaker announced the wake-up call.  Almost 
everyone showed reluctance about heading into the showers. This type 
of situation was not expected. At this time, several counselors 
entered and began instructing the men to leave their clothing at 
their beds, towels would be provided after they'd showered.



All the men headed toward the showers with their sons.  They relieved 
themselves at the urinals and toilets and went into the shower.



After washing, the counselors handed them towels as they exited. 
Breakfast was next, then they would begin their first counseling 
session.



The boys were taken to the swimming pool. Sam thought the young 
counselors were pretty cool. This was turning out to be enjoyable. 
After swimming, they were pleasantly surprised by the game room. The 
latest virtual reality games were all here. Things got really crazy 
during the paint ball game. The boys clobbered the counselors.



The barren walls and bright lights were depressing to Jon. The 
counselor lectured to the men about the importance they played in the 
future. These problems with their sons had to be resolved. They 
should be willing to do anything for their flesh and blood. These men 
needed to work harder in order to raise their sons to be good, strong 
men.



Jon felt the lecture would never end. They weren't even allowed a 
bathroom break until after six hours of constant lecturing. The men 
were so relieved when the lecturing was finally over. They felt 
they'd learned a lot about things they needed to do for their boys.



After over ten hours of talking, the session had finally ended. The 
counselors said they felt much progress had been made the very first 
day. The men had missed dinner. They slowly made their way back to 
their beds. The mental exhaustion helped them fall quickly asleep. 
Jon woke up when Sam and the other boys came in after midnight 
laughing and making a lot of noise.



The next morning, the counselors told the men to let their sons 
sleep. The boys had a longer counseling session and deserved the 
rest. Jon was a little concerned over the stress Sam may be under, 
because Jon certainly felt the stress. But, Sam had been laughing and 
joking with the other boys last night. He seemed in good spirits.



Breakfast was horrible, and they weren't allowed much time to eat it. 
The day was beautiful, but the men were stuck inside the dull, barren 
walls again. The counselors talked forever. Jon's mind often 
wandered, but he could still hear the constant drone of one counselor 
after another explaining to them how they caused the dilemmas in 
their sons lives; how they needed to correct their mistakes; how they 
were obligated to save the future.



The third day was the same. Jon saw little of his son. The boys came 
in late, but seemed to be having a great time. Jon decided that was 
all that was important.



The fourth day was over. Jon and the other men began losing track. 
Jon woke from a day dream and found himself crying. He didn't feel 
embarrassed. The other men were crying, too.  This was explained to 
them as part of the therapy.



When he woke up on the seventh or eighth day, Jon made his way to the 
showers with the rest of the men. The boys slept. Jon realized he was 
entering the third building for another day. He was naked. It didn't 
matter. His son mattered. Their sons mattered. All the fathers were 
naked. This was no big deal. They sat on the hard chairs, and the 
counselors began lecturing.



Jon slept little, woke up, showered, ate little. It all seemed to be 
going by so fast, but the days seemed so long. All the men loved 
their sons. They made a commitment to their boys. It was their 
responsibilty. It was natural. It was the way nature made things. It 
was natural law.

In the back of the third building, the father's stood naked. How long 
had they been naked together? Their balls hung low and swung freely 
between their legs. It was natural. Sam was in front of him. He loved 
his son. Jon loved his boy. He knew they all loved their sons. Sam 
was looking him in the eyes. Jon knew Sam's problems were over. His 
son was up against him, just inches from him. He felt the love.



Jon looked down and saw his erection sticking straight out. But, it 
was connected to his son. No, the cock was connected to his son. Jon 
felt the pleasant sensation. Sam was connected to him. His boy was a 
man. All the boys stood in front of their fathers.



Jon felt his son's dick moving in and out. It was going into his 
dick. It was in his abdomen. Jon saw the slit. His son's cock was 
going in and out of the slit above his balls, where his cock should 
have been. He felt Sam's warm cum flowing inside him. He closed his 
arms around his son and held him. The warm sensation flowed down into 
his balls. He felt it circling around his nuts, flooding his ball 
sack. He heard the pleasure all the boys were feeling, being truly 
close to their fathers. 



Jon would always be there for his son. He'd be available when Sam 
needed to release some tension, when he needed relief. Sam would now 
be able to concentrate on his life, on his school work. All the 
fathers would be there. Jon heard all the pleasure the boys now 
received from the dads.



Jon felt the pleasure that he could now only get from his son. His 
son knew. His son was the only one to know when they returned back to 
their lives. He needed Sam, and he would always be there for him.



Nature never sees the need for two independent males in the same 
house. This is the problem. For survival, it is necessary to adjust 
and adapt. The new male rises. The old must relinquish. Camp Greenup 
helps make the adjustment.