Camp Hardwood Day 8: Jeopardy

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I woke up first and I saw Cameron in his bed. He was sleeping when I walked in last night. If he wasn't, he didn't let on any differently, thankfully. I got ready without looking at him, and he didn't try to get my attention.  

Breakfast was awkward, I didn't talk to anyone or pay much attention. I felt disconnected. I felt like shit, and like an idiot, and I was angry. And just generally 'why did I come to this stupid camp?'

After breakfast, it was time for our next activity. It was Jeopardy. You know, that game show? Random as shit, but whatever. It was Boys vs. Girls, and the winning team gets to pick tomorrow's activity. Happy happy. Joy. Joy.

We got set up, and the counselors even had a board set up and everything. 5 categories, 5 different questions in each.

First category was American History. Second category was Geography. Third was Pop Culture. Fourth was Art/Music, and Fifth was Miscellaneous.

"Why are we even playing Jeopardy? It's a boring ass game." Tim said.

"Speak for yourself. I'm looking forward to this." Diane said.

"I'd rather we play something else. Something competitive! It's Summer Camp!" Tim said.

"Yeah, because the last Boy. vs Girl game that required physical contact ended so well for you guys." Said Tweedledee.

"Yeah." Laughed Tweedledum. "You guys should be happy it's Jeopardy. You guys can actually win in this."

I didn't feel like playing Jeopardy. But I knew we could win it. I know I'm pretty smart and I'm sure Tim knows things too. But he comes off as more of a meathead then the rest of us. Both Aaron and Cameron came off as pretty knowledgeable though.

Cameron. I really didn't want to do something with him today. That incident that happened last night just made me feel worse about everything. I was angry with him. Really angry, and literally nothing was fixed. I mean, yeah, we know more things now. But knowledge fucking hurts. Ignorance is bliss, or so I've been told.

"Okay, so you guys know the rules of Jeopardy. 5 categories, you guys pick a category. You give the answer, or question, or whatever. Doesn't matter, just get it right. 100 points is the easiest, 500 is hardest. Whoever has the most points at the end wins. Aaannnyyy quuuestioons?" Alexa asked us all. No one said anything.

"Okay good. Boys, you go first."

We looked around at each other. We agreed Tim would be our spokesperson.

Tim asked "Wanna do Pop culture for 100? Get us off on the right start?"

No one argued.

"Pop Culture for 100." Tim said aloud.

"This popular boy band, now on a hiatus, included hearttrhobs such as Harry Styles, and Niall Horan."

"One Direction. Shit, that was easy." Tim said. We didn't even have to talk about it, which was nice.

"Good job boys. 100 points. Girls, it's your turn."

"Wait, aren't we supposed to keep it?" Cameron asked aloud.

"In the proper game yes. But we aren't doing that here. Girls?" Alexa asked.

They whispered between each other and nodded. "American History for 400."

"Oh. Look at the girls, asserting dominance early." Aaron joked.

"American History for 400..." Alexa said "... this American General was successful in World War 2, and later went on to become the 34th president of the United States."

Damn. That was not an easy question. The girls whispered among themselves for a few.

"Girls, you have 10 seconds before the boys can take it." Alexa said. We started talking among ourselves when she said that, trying to figure out who it is.

"Any ideas?" Tim asked.

"I've no idea." Aaron said.

"Pretty sure it's Dwight D Eisenhower." Cameron said a bit too loudly. I thought so at least.

"What the hell you saying that so loud for!?" I spat at him. Cameron looked at me like he didn't want to see me. Right after that...

"Who is, Dwight D Eisenhower?" Monica said.

"Correct! 400 points to the girls. 400 - 100." Alexa said.

"Well done Cameron. Just gave them 400 points." I said. 

Cameron grimaced and shook his head. I wasn't gonna let him go that easily though. 

 "That's probably your plan, isn't it? Helping your girl win."

"Shut up, Cevin! They might not of even heard me."

"What do you mean they didn't hear you? Right after you yelled the answer out, they gave the right answer." I spat.

"Okay, okay. Let's not argue, we can come back here. Cameron, you're good at history?" Tim said.

Cameron nodded hesitantly. 

"Okay. We'll take American History for 500." Tim said.

"Woah... let's talk about this next time." I said, bothered.

"We're fine dude. Cameron's good at this." Tim said.

I didn't like him saying that. And I especially didn't like him giving Cameron credit. I shook my head and waited for the question.

Josh started reading "...This U.S president, the 25th, was vice president to William Mckinley at the time of his Assassination."

We looked at each other.

"I have no fucking clue." Aaron said.

I wasn't 100% sure on the answer, but I was leaning towards old Teddy Roosevelt. I wasn't sure about any other presidents around that era.  

"I think it's Taft." Cameron let out. And when he said that, I was very sure it was Teddy Roosevelt.

"No, it's not. It's Teddy Roosevelt." I said.

"What? Are you're just saying that to disagree with me."

"No, it just so happens that I don't like being wrong. Thus, I disagree with you."

"How do you know you're so right!? He's probably the only old president you know." Cameron responded. 

"Go fuck yourself, I know way more than-"

"Don't tell me to fuck off, Cevin!"

"Guys, guys. 7 seconds left." Josh said. He sounded disappointed. Me and him both, honestly. 

I looked at Cameron and made a bitter face. "Whatever. It's on you guys."

Tim looked at Cameron and Cameron sighed then said "Taft." Tim shrugged.

"Who is... Taft?" Tim said.

"That is... not the right answer, sorry. Girls?" Josh said, looking at the girls.

"Who is... Teddy Roosevelt?"

"Correct! 500 points to the girls. They are up 900 - 100."

I stared at Cameron. "Fucking told you."

"Whatever dude..." Cameron said, looking down.

I could feel him trying to move on, and I could also feel the tension around us getting really loud. I was pretty sure everyone else was aware of it, but I didn't give it much thought at the time. I don't care about other people when I get worked up like that.

"We'll take...Art for 300." The girls said.

"Art for 300..." Diego said. "... this famous Beatle made the infamous quote 'We're bigger than Jesus.'"

The girls looked at each other. I don't think any of them even know who the Beatles were.

"So, does any of us know the answer?" Tim asked quietly.

Aaron nodded. "Yeah, I know it. Don't worry." We were happy with that and sat back.

"Uhhhh... who is, Neil Young?" Monica said. I heard Aaron start laughing.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect. Boys?"

We looked at Aaron. "John Lennon." He said.

Tim looked at Diego. "Who is... John Lemon?"

"LENNON! JOHN LEN-NON! LENNON!" Aaron said loudly.

"LENNON! Who is John Lennon." Tim said quickly, correcting himself.

Diego laughed. "Yes, that's correct. 300 points to the boys. 400 - 900. Your turn guys."

We looked at each other. "Pop culture, 500?" I asked.

"W-well..." Cameron started softly, but continued when he realized I wasn't going to attack him yet. "Art for 500 is easier, wouldn't it be? Aaron knows his shit, an-" 

"For us yes, but the girls know Pop culture. They don't know Art. Get rid of what they know, so we'll have more chances to get points." I said. "Unless, you want your girl to win, then by all means-"

"Pop culture's fine. Let's go pop culture." Cameron said, sounding tired. 

Tim looked up. "Pop Culture for 500."

Alexa nodded and gave us Pop Culture for 500 "...This rapper was originally a backup dancer for the Hip Hop Group 'The Digital Underground' before he branched out into his own solo career."

We all looked at Tim. He laughed ."Who is Tupac?"

"Correct! Boys are tied, 900 -900 with the girls. Your turn now, girls." Diego said.

I smiled at Tim. "Good shit man."

"Miscellaneous for 400." Monica said.

Alexa responded with "...This president is notorious for sexual scandals during his time as president."

The girls talked to each other, and Monica faced the counselors after some discussion. "Who is Bill Clinton?"

"Correct! 400 points to the girls. 1300-900. Boys?"

We looked at each other. "Geography?" Cameron asked.

"400. Not 500." I responded.

"Why not? Just go for the big one now."

"We don't need 500 points. Just 400."

"Why does that matter? Get as much of a-"

"Geography for 400." Tim said above both of us.

Josh shook his head. Cameron glared at Tim. Tim didn't bother looking at Cameron.

"...This American State is directly North of Iowa."

"Fuck." 

"Does anyone have any idea?" I asked.

Tim shook his head. Cameron looked like he was thinking of what to say. "I think... it's either Minnesota or South Dakota."

"Well, we can't tell them either this or that."

"No fucking shit Cevin. I'm just saying that it's probably one of those two."

I sighed. I was leaning towards Minnesota, but Cameron putting it out there made me not want to agree. But, I really wanted to get some points.

"I'm thinking Minnesota." I said.

"We good with Minnesota?" Tim asked.

"6 seconds!" Josh said.

We nodded.

"What is... Minnesota?" Tim asked.

"Correct! You guys are tired 1300-1300. Girls?"

They talked to each other. "Art for 100."

Diego spoke next "... this artist is famous for the Mona Lisa."

"Who is Leonardo Dicaprio?" Monica said quickly.

Me, Cameron, and Aaron laughed. Me and Cameron looked at each other, then I stopped. He awkwardly tried to stop after that as he turned away from me. I sorta liked seeing him struggle like that. 

"I'm sorry... it's not Leonardo Dicaprio." Diego said, stifling a smile.

"Oh shit! I didn't mean to say that... can I redo?" Monica asked, embarrassed.

"Nice going Monica. Talk about it with us first." A twin said.

"I'm sorry. Boys, your turn."

We looked at each other. "Da Vinci. Not DiCaprio." Aaron said.

"Who is, Leonardo Da Vinci?" Tim said.

"Correct. Boys are up 1400-1300 and they go next."

We looked at the board. I suggested. "How about we take a stab at Misc? 200?"

"That could be anything. Let's play safe and take Art." Cameron retorted.

"Why do you argue with everything I say?" I asked Cameron.

"I'm not, I'm jus-"

"Just doing what? Am I taking it all wrong, again!?" 

"Yes, actually! Shit, are you catching on now?" 

"Well maybe if you didn't lead me on like you meant one thing, but actually mean another, we wouldn't have this issue!"

"Guys, please..." Aaron said. Me and Cameron sat back and stayed quiet for a few moments. But we stayed staring at each other. Cameron looked angry now too. 

"Nah it's fine, let them fight!" I heard Monica say. I turned to her, and wondered what right she thought she had? This isn't her business. 

"...Geography for 100." Tim said.

"...This country is connected directly South of the United States." Alexa said.

"Mexico." Me and Cameron said at the same time, now looking at each other again. We both grew tired of the sight before too long. 

"... What is Mexico?" Tim said.

"Correct. Boys are up 1500-1300. Girls, you're up next."

The girls quickly responded. "Miscellaneous for 200."

Josh said "...This man is famous for being an original founder of Microsoft and has donated billions to causes he has deemed worthy."

The girls talked among each other. "Who is Bill Gates?"

"Correct!" Josh said. "Tied, 1500-1500. Boys, you are up next."

"Okay. Let's get one of the 500's out of the way." I said.

"You sure? We only need a 100 to get ahead of the girls." Cameron said. Now he was getting into it with me. Part of me liked it, the other part of me wanted him to bitch out and take it. 

"Being a dickhead doesn't look good on you." I spat.

"Well, if I can't pull it off, neither can you."

"Guys, please." Aaron cried desperately, trying to get us to get over ourselves.

"How about Misc 500?" Tim asked.

No one said no. "Okay. Misc, 500."

Diego gave it to us. "...This video game was the fourth in the Elder Scrolls Series."

"Fuck, I know this..." I said. I knew the games, but wasn't good with the numbers. 

"I hope so. You're the only fucking nerd here." Cameron spat at me. Those words stung a bit honestly. Cameron's pretty good at getting under my skin. 

"Hey, I play games too dude." Aaron said, sounding somewhat wounded. 

Cameron looked at him, regretting his words. "Sorry."

"You fucking asshole Cameron. Like, that was so uncalled for." I said. I wanted to take advantage of Cameron being on the back foot, and push him further. 

"I'm sorry, I said sorry."

"No. You said sorry because you accidentally hurt Aaron! You don't care that you insulted me because-"

"YES CEVIN, finally you have realized that everything I ever do is to hurt you! I came to this camp with the sole purpose to hurt you, my diabolical plan has been foiled!" 

"That wouldn't fucking surprise me. With how fucking good you are at-"

"Guys, 4 seconds." Diego said.

"Oh fuck." I didn't even remember the number the question asked. "Uh, Skyrim. Skyrim!" I blurted out.

"What is Skyrim?"

"...Sorry, that is not the correct answer. Girls, for 500?"

The girls talked among themselves for a bit. "What is... " Monica talked to Diane again, then she responded. Monica looked back and replied "...Oblivion?"

"Correct! Girls 2000, Boys 1500. Girls it's your turn."

"Dammit. Look what you did Cameron!"

"What I did? You gave the wrong answer!"

"Because you fucking got under my skin, then I had to blurt out an answer because of you."

"It's not my fau-"

"GUYS! Don't make us deduct points. If you keep this bickering up, you're going to lose points!" Alexa said firmly.

"Come on, let them bicker! They're not hurting anyone!" Monica jeered. 

"No, that's not happening." Josh said loudly, looking at the girls. Then, back to us. "Keep it together guys, you will lose points."

Me and Cameron looked at each other and huffed. Said nothing.

"...Pop Culture for 400." Monica said.

"...This animated TV show involves various characters in the sea, including a crab and his whale daughter."

"How the fuck is that a 400 point question!?" Cameron exclaimed. I found it almost sickening that I agreed with him in the moment. 

The girls talked and quickly answered "What is Spongebob Squarepants?"

"Correct! 2400 -1500. Boys, it's your turn. You have some catching up to do."

"Pop culture for 300?" Tim asked us.

"Sure." I said, staring at Cameron.

"Pop Culture for 300."

"...This TV show features Bryan Cranston, the Father from Malcolm in the Middle, as a drug dealer, using his knowledge of chemistry to his advantage."

"Breaking bad." I said instantly.

"Yeah, Breaking Bad." Cameron said.

"What's the point in adding that?" 

"What the fuck, I was agreeing with you!?"

"I don't need you to-"

"I swear to fucking God I'm going to kill you two if you don't chill the fuck out." Tim said aggressively.

We both shut up.

"What is Breaking Bad." Tim said

"Correct! 1800 to 2400. Girls, it's your turn."

They talked for a bit longer than the usual. "We'll take... Art for 500."

That was unexpected.

"...This man once bit the head off a bat in a live performance."

The girls looked at each other in disbelief.

We looked at Aaron. "Fuck, I know this, I know this. Give me a moment." He said, closing his eyes, thinking hard.

We gave him some time, because none of us had any clue.

"8 seconds, girls."

The girls whispered among each other. They didn't seem to have any idea.

"Oh, I got it." Aaron said.

"We need an answer girls."

"Uhhh... we have no idea."

"Sorry, that is not the right answer." Josh said, getting a laugh out of some of us. "Boys?"

"Ozzy Osbourne." Aaron said.

"Of course." Cameron said, shaking his head.

"Ozzy Osbourne?" Tim asked, making sure he heard right.

"Yes. Ozzy Osbourne."

"Who is Ozzy Osbourne." Tim said.

"Ozzy Osbourne, correct! Correct! 500 points to the boys. 2300 to 2400. And Boys, it's your turn."

We looked at the board.

"Let's get that last Pop culture off the board? It'll give us the lead, and... I think we got the rest." I said reading the board.

"No, we should take Geography. It's the last 500, will give us a huge lead." Cameron said.

"Why would the girls take that option?"

"They just took Art for 500." Cameron added.

"And they had no fucking idea."

"Maybe they'll know that one."

"Just because your gi-"

"GUYS! You're losing 200 points." Alexa said.

"Ha!" Monica laughed. 

"Nice going, dickheads." Tim spat.

"2100 to 2400 now." Aaron said.

"Guess we shouldn't take that 100, huh?" Cameron added.

"You're such a different person today Cameron. What happened?" Aaron asked, annoyed.

Cameron shrunk after hearing that, like reality hit him really hard. He swallowed then looked away. 

"Why are you calling out Cameron? Cevin's been edging him on the entire day!" Monica chimed.

Aaron looked at her and looked to try to say something, but I think he realized she was right. I felt a bit hurt that he didn't back me up there, but Tim started back up before I could do anything regrettable. 

"We'll take Misc for 300." 

"...This color comes when you combine the colors Blue and Yellow."

"I think it's green." Aaron said.

"I think so too." Cameron added, very timidly. 

"So, green?" Tim asked.

"Green." Cameron said. "

Tim looked back up at the counselors. "What is Green?"

"Correct! You guys are tied at 2400. Girls, it's your turn."

Now, I don't remember most of the rest of the questions. Mainly because me and Cameron managed to hold our tongues, and play nice, thus making the next several questions unremarkable. I do know that when the score was 3400-3600, only American History for 100 and 200, and Art and Geography for 200 were left. 4 choices available. 

"Okay, boys... score is 3400 - 3600. You guys really need these points. What will you take?"

"I swear to god, if we lose this by less than 200 points, I'm going to kill you two." Tim said, referring to me and Cameron.

We really, really wanted to win this. Whoever won, got to pick the next day's activity, and last time the girls did that, it was painful. Given, it was actually pretty enjoyable overall, but we didn't want them to win, on principle alone. We wanted to win so bad, I got along with Cameron for a bit. 

"We need to take a 200. American History?" I asked.

"Sounds good." Aaron said.

"Okay. America History for 200." Tim said.

"...This former president was the son of another former president, who lost to Bill Clinton in 1992."

"George W. Bush." Cameron said quickly.

"We agree?" Tim asked. No one disagreed.

"Who is, George W Bush?"

"Correct! It's a tied game at 3600. Girls?"

"We'll take Art for 200."

"...This artist is known for his shows where he talks in a calming voice, while showing off the Joys of painting."

The girls talked and quickly responded "...Who is Bob Ross?"

"Correct! Girls are ahead 200. Boys, I take it you guys will want Geography for 200?"

"Yeah." Cameron said quickly. I looked at him, and he was focused on the board. I feel like... in the moment, even though I hated him, among other things, I admired him. I wouldn't admit it at the time, but I really feel like I still did. I was pissed at him, and felt some other foreign feelings that I could not, and still can not label, but there was this passion I felt when around him. This infatuation with Cameron was unlike anything I've felt before. I guess I did love him. 

"...This Continent is south of eastern Asia, and is known for its distinct wildlife."

"Do we know this?" Tim asked.

"Yeah. Australia." I said.

"We agree?" Tim asked.

Cameron and Aaron nodded. "What is Australia?"

"Correct! It's tied. Only one choice left, girls, you need to get this right."

And we waited in anticipation for the America History question, worth 100 points.

"I swear, if we lose this..." Tim said.

"...This was the first United States President. He was a famous general during the American Revolution."

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding." Cameron said aloud.

The girls talked quickly and gave their response.

"...Who is... George Washington?"

"Correct! Girls are the winners!"

"Fucking bullshit!" Tim said angrily. "We lost by 100 points. Because of you two!"

"Hey, don't point any fingers Tim. You didn't know any of this except for that rapper question." I said.

"We would have won if you and your boyfriend could have played nice! But-"

"He's not my boyfriend!" Cameron asserted, quite sharply. 

"WHO FUCKING CARES!?" Tim yelled out, shutting him up. "You two argued and argued over some bullshit that you two still need to sort out, and it lost us the game!" Tim said fuming, standing up. "And God knows how the girls are gonna torture us tomorrow!"  

"This isn't on me!" Cameron said, also standing up. "This is on Cevin, I tried to get along with him!"

"I'm not some fucking villain!" I spat out, standing up too. "Don't act like you're so-"

"Hey, calm down guys..." Aaron said, trying to stand between us. 

"I've tried to be calm! I-"

"Stop making me out to be some fucking bastard!" I started moving up. "You aren't perfect, assh-"

Cameron started moving closer too. "I know I'm not perfect! But you won't sto-"

"Please guys!" Aaron screamed putting his hand on both of us. 

"Get out of the way!" Cameron yelled, throwing Aaron to the side. He fell to the floor, and that really set me off. 

"What the fuck was that!?" I spat at Cameron.

"It's none of his fucking business." Cameron spat right back at me. 

"Touch him again, and I swear you're going to regret it."

"Oh, will I? Are you gonna start rubbing up on him again? You're gonna take a shower with him, too? Be careful Aaron, he's just going to use everything against you, and-"

I pushed my foot out, and slammed the bottom of it into his crotch, which was only lightly protected by his shorts at the time. He let out a shocked grunt, doubled over and pulled his hands in. Then, he jumped at me and tried to grab my head, but quickly lost the will to fight anymore as he moaned, holding onto me for a moment before I threw and him to the floor. I watched him fall to his knees, whine and hold himself. He then whimpered with a wound. 

"You fucking asshole..." He whined from his knees. 

Then Tim and Josh pulled me back, making sure I didn't do anything else. I wasn't going to, but I don't blame them. My eyes stayed on Cameron, as he rolled on his back and groaned, cupping his crotch. I felt happy with myself.

Then I looked around and everyone's eyes were on me. I started to feel like the bad guy, and all of a sudden being the center of attention made me uncomfortable. I tried not to hear people talking, but it was difficult to ignore. 

Some time passed, and we had lunch. Was awkward. I didn't say anything, and neither did Cameron from what I saw. We kept on glaring at each other, but didn't speak. Our eyes spoke enough for our mouths to stay closed anyways. We had a lot on our minds.

After Lunch, Diego pulled me, Cameron and Aaron aside. Was a bit strange I thought. My first assumption was that this was going to be about me and Cameron creating a toxic environment or something. But I didn't feel like Diego would be the type to initiate something like this. Also, it was weird that he would bring Aaron along if it's about me and Cameron. We walked for some time, and well out of sight from everyone else. No one said anything the entire walk. Then we stopped walking.

Diego turned around and looked at the 3 of us. I feel like he lingered longer when he looked at me. It felt like he was was searching for the right words, like he wasn't sure what to say.

"I... I'm sorry. This is for Cameron and Cevin mostly, but I know Aaron is like this too. So... I apologize." Diego said, looking into our eyes. I didn't expect an apology.

"It’s not my place to say what I did, and I shouldn't of said it. It's your guys lives, and I shouldn't let it effect me like I let it. I would hate it if someone called me out like that for my religion or skin color. It's the same thing I guess. So, I am sorry. I hope my…. what I said won't leave a sour taste in your mouths... regarding this camp. Because all 3 of us, me, Alexa and Josh, really just want you guys to enjoy yourselves. Honestly, we do. So... I'm sorry. And Cameron, thank you for handling it how you did. That was very mature of you, you put me to shame."

I really didn't expect this. It felt good though. My opinion of Diego was pretty low, considering everything, but I respected this a lot.

"Is there anything I can do for you guys to make it up to you?" Diego took special care to look at me when he said this. I know he was referring to yesterday, but he didn't want to say it aloud. "I just want to do what I can to get on your guys good side again. If I even can." 

"Can I ask a question?" Aaron asked.

"Of course." Diego replied.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Diego looked at us. "He doesn't know...?"

I shook my head. "I never told anyone."

Diego looked at Cameron. Cameron shrugged.

"Know what? I'm so lost right now." Aaron said.

"Uhhh... I thought you would have told him... Well, a few days ago. I learned that Cameron and Cevin were... uhhh, really friendly with each other. A bit too friendly for my comfort. I got angry and said a lot of bad things that I shouldn't of. It was wrong of me."

"Wait, wait. You're homophobic?" Aaron asked Diego.

Diego shook his head and struggled to think of what to say. "I... I guess I am, yeah. It's bad of me though. I see that now."

Aaron's eyes widened. "Wooowww... I didn't expect that."

"Neither did I." Cameron said.

"Yeah, so. Is there something I can do for you guys? Anything to get us on the right page again? Or as close to..." Diego asked sincerely, looking at all 3 of us.

I looked down and thought... I'd really love to bust Diego again. I smiled and looked up.

"First off. Thank you for apologizing. That really means a lot. However, I think your... actions... earned you a... punishment. And I have... an ideal punishment in mind." I said, carefully thinking about exactly what I should say.

Diego sighed. "Of course. What do you have in mind?" The Hispanic said, forcing a smile.

"Well... first, I think you should take off your clothes. If you're really sorry and want to make it up to us, we should have a bit of entertainment."

Diego nodded his head and looked down. He took off his pink Camp Hardwood shirt and shorts. Diego's strong body was on display for the 3 of us. His body, here for our pleasure. And he was wearing orange boxer briefs, outlining his package very well. Just looking at his bulge, I wanted to just stick my finger into it and feel as my finger dig deep into his meaty manhood.

I looked at both Cameron and Aaron. Both looked were looking over Diego. The reality of the situation was settling in for them.

"So... you're basically going to be our... sex slave?" Cameron said, walking up to Diego, looking him over. Diego cringed a bit when Cameron said sex slave.

"I guess, yeah." Diego said, somewhat embarrassed. It was very obvious Diego wasn't really feeling this, but he was looking to stick around. That was good of him.

Cameron smirked when Diego said that. With a swift motion, Cameron snap kicked Diego's bulge, flattening Diego's balls with a wet splat. It caught everyone off guard. Me and Aaron almost jumped back, from the unexpectedly loud strike, and Diego definitely wasn't expecting it either. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and his mouth widened in a painful O. He almost instantly fell to his knees, hands on the floor.

My eyes were glued to Diego on all fours. His head was down, but he looked so strong. It was so easy to enjoy Diego's body. Strong muscles, exactly where they should be. Spread out and tensed from his position. His shoulder muscles looked so sexy. Proudly displayed, working hard to relieve the agony he's currently in.

"Holy fuck..." Diego croaked with a raspy voice. "My fucking balls dude..." Diego said as his whole body shook as he let out a gasp and a moan. His hands tried to dig into the dirt ground beneath.

I walked up to Diego and admired him from close up. From the front, then I strafed around him, watching his tense landscape from different perspectives. The side view, the rear view. Each perspective had something great about it. The front view had Diego's arched back looking right at me, strong and sexy. The side view, you could see more of his frame, and his scrunched cute face trying to bury itself. And the rear view, his ass and bulge for us to indulge in, sticking out, barely held in by his underwear. And boy was I ready to jump right in. Before the opportunity passed, I sent a quick kick between his legs from behind. My foot snapped into his soft pouch. Diego let out a cry as he fell down, cradled his nuts and started kicking his feet.

"OHmygod....ahhHHhHHHHhhhh..." Diego groaned as he writhed, rolling around. I looked up at Aaron, and saw him watching. He was fixated.

"Aaron. Come on, join the fun." I said, motioning him over to a moaning Diego. Diego was lying flat on his side, legs closed, hands over his crotch. His long, strong and firm body looked just as sexy from this perspective too.

Aaron seemed a bit hesitant to join in. I could tell he wanted to, but he grew some cold feet.

"Come on man, Diego's here for our benefit. Kick him in the balls a few times." I said laughing a bit as I walked over to Aaron and pulled him towards Diego. Aaron smirked and nodded his head. As we got closer, Diego let out a moan and coughed.

"Move your hands Diego. Let Aaron have a turn. He's just so distraught from hearing that his favorite counselor is a homophobe, the only thing that can cheer him up is letting out his emotions via stress balls!" I said gleefully. I was in a foul mood, but I was really getting into this. A sexy boy, who's eager to please will always boost my mood.

Diego moaned and pushed himself to get back on his back. He let out a breath, opened his eyes and moved his hands.

Aaron positioned himself between Diego's spread legs and looked down. Diego breathed in and closed his eyes. Aaron moved his foot slowly to Diego's bulge and moved his bulge around with his foot. Putting a little bit of pressure just to see it compress, moving his foot forward to move Diego's dick out of the way. Juggle Diego's nuts with his toes. Aaron was having tactical fun, really enjoying the layout of Diego's large manhood. And that isn't me really assuming Aaron was enjoying it, as that was pretty obvious. Aaron was growing a boner in his sweats. But I'm not sure if he even noticed it at the time. He was totally fixated on Diego.

Diego's dick was longways up, his bulge looked reminiscent of a baseball bat and two balls on both sides. Aaron raised his foot and put the heel of his foot on top of Diego's baseballs. Aaron slowly put pressure down on Diego's balls, slowly digging his heel deeper and deeper. Diego started whining and squirming the further and further Aaron inserted his foot. Aaron started twisting his foot. Diego began making more painful noises as he cringed, twisting his face and fighting his body to stay as still as he could. Aaron lifted the pressure off Diego's nuts, but kept his foot on top, to assert his presence. Then in a swift motion, he lifted his foot off Diego's crotch and sent it straight back down with force, crushing Diego's balls.

Diego let out a terrible scream and jumped up, holding Aaron's leg. Aaron twisted his leg, making Diego feel worse and worse. Aaron then lifted his other foot off the ground, putting all his weight on Diego's balls. Diego's eyes crossed as he started thrashing around. This put Aaron off balance, and he jumped off Diego's balls, causing Diego to cry out from the increase in pressure on his sensitive bits. Diego curled into a ball and made painful noises.

The 3 of us didn't say anything, we just silently watched Diego for a bit. Admiring our handiwork.

Aaron was the first to move over to Diego. He knelt down next to the curled up Hispanic. He started rubbing Diego's abs.

"Thanks Diego. I really appreciate this." Aaron said sincerely as he massaged Diego's abs. Diego groaned in response. 

I walked up and moved Diego's hands. At first he fought it, but then he stopped. Aaron was still massaging his stomach as Diego lied on his side. I slapped Diego's bulge with my open hand, eliciting a loud smack as Diego cried out and grabbed his manhood. I instantly pulled Diego's hands away again.

"Keep your hands off." I said firmly. I slapped his balls again. He grunted but kept his hands away. I slapped Diego's bulge again, and a few more times. I loved watching Diego's bulge move in motion, due to my slapping. It was hypnotic watching his bulge jiggle. Eventually Cameron sat on the other side of Diego and said "Let me at it."

Cameron had his opportunity next. He slapped Diego's bulge once, and watched it jiggle. It was a soft slap, he held a lot back. Then Cameron followed it up with everything he held back in the first slap, and sent a vicious backhanded to Diego's sensitive testicles. Diego couldn't hold himself back, he jolted his hands to his package and cried out, involuntarily thrashing around, his body straining. 

"Jesus Cameron. No mercy." I said without thinking.

"Yeah. Got to get my frustrations out somehow, right?" He said at me. I turned to face him, and looked into each other's eyes. 

I turned to see that Diego had his hands on his face, breathing heavily through the pain. I made a face, then slapped Diego's balls with my own slap. Not too hard, but it made a painful sound. Cameron followed with his own slap. I quickly followed with my own, and his, mine, his. We went back and forth, each time causing Diego significantly more discomfort as he started making very odd noises. After a particularly hard slap by yours truly, Diego tried to pull away. We looked at him and there were tears in his eyes, as he covered his swollen manhood.

"Pleaseplease.... I need a break. Oh god, myballs. I need a breakplease." Diego said in agony. We gave him a short break. The 3 of us sat there, watching Diego's strong sexy olive body tensing. Every muscle on his masculine frame glistening in sweat. He looked so sexy, and all of us knew it.

Aaron looked between me and Cameron. He didn't say anything, but he wanted to. We waited for him.

"So... what do we want to do with this opportunity before us?" Aaron asked, looking back at Diego. It's a good thing he asked that. We were kinda just going in blind without a gameplan. This was a rare opportunity, we should of made the most of it.

"I don't know. I'm just whacking him to make myself feel better." Cameron said.

Aaron nodded. I didn't add anything. It was a good thing Aaron asked what we should do, but we didn't do the good thing. 

I grabbed Diego's underwear and pulled it off him, revealing his naked penis and testicles. His balls were obviously swollen, and looked a lot larger and redder than they should be. His hairy body really highlighted his masculinity, and I just loved it. I watched Diego as he lied on his back, breathing heavily, waiting for us to do what we pleased.

Cameron instantly grabbed Diego's nuts with a claw and Diego shrieked. Cameron tried to squeeze both nuts with his hand, but Diego's balls were too big to fit comfortably in his hand. I threw my hand to his balls and tried to pull one out of Cameron's hand. Cameron didn't want to share though, and tried to pull Diego's nuts back into his grasp. But he was having issues due to the size. We ended up in a sort of tug of war over Diego's right nut. Diego was obviously not feeling as sentimental over the scenario. 

Cameron had to let go of Diego's left nut to stay in the races. When he did so, I just grabbed Diego's now free oversized left ball. Cameron tried to get that ball back, but I pulled it as far towards me as possible, stretching Diego's ballchord to it's limit, causing the Hispanic to scream into his closed mouth. Cameron responded by grabbing Diego's right nut and put an immense amount of pressure on it. Diego bucked right before I looked at Cameron. He had this look of determination on his face. Almost like, causing Diego the most amount of testicular trauma as possible was the name of the game, and Cameron had every intention to win. And I couldn't let Cameron win if I had any say in it. So we both dug and squeezed the life out of Diego's nut, me with the left one, Cameron the right. Diego was thrashing, trying to pry our hands off his delicate balls. He started begging.

"Guys please, my balls can't take this... They're going to... AARRRGGGHH" He let out as both me and Cameron pulled our respective stress ball as far from the chord their connected to at the same time.

"Pleaseguysplease." Diego rasped, sounding like he was having problems breathing.

Me and Cameron didn't give a flying fuck about how Diego felt. This was turning into a pissing contest between the two of us. We both started digging our nails into Diego's nuts, almost like we were trying to see who'd draw first blood. Find anyway to beat the other.

"Guys, Stop." Aaron said, pulling on both of our shoulders. We just ignored him and kept the pressure up on Diego.

"Guys, seriously." Aaron said more seriously. We still didn't listen. Diego made an absolutely horrendous noise as both me and Cameron snapped our wrists back.

"GUYS, LET GO." Aaron said, pushing us both away. We let go, more in shock than agreement, and Diego quickly cradled his balls in tears.

"You guys could have legit broke something. Not cool." Aaron said, disappointed in the both of us. With good reason too, me and Cameron got carried away.

"Sorry." Cameron said.

Aaron shook his head and looked down at Diego. Curled in the fetal position, tears falling down his cheeks and breathing in bursts. Nursing his balls as best he could. We really did a number on him.

Aaron leaned over, and took Diego's dick in his hand. He started massaging it, getting it going. Licking it, and getting it hard. When it was erect, Aaron started sucking Diego off. Aaron took Diego's balls into a free hand, and tried to massage them as best he could, but they were so sensitive. Every decimal of pressure Aaron put on caused Diego to cringe in agony. Eventually he had to let those guy, but Aaron came off like a natural anyways. It really looked like he knew his way around a dick. And that's a good thing. Diego does deserve a little something for doing this. Aaron does too, stopped us from neutering Diego. That wouldn't have been very good.

Diego approached climax, and his body started tensing again. Diego's mouth quivered, his eyes fluttered, and he let out an explosion of semen into Aaron's mouth. Aaron accepted it and swallowed as best he could.

When it was finished, both Aaron and Diego seemed out of breath. Aaron stood up after a few seconds, and Diego lied there. On his back, balls looking really fucking ugly. Red, large, and some nail marks too. His dick was soft, and recently used. But despite this, the rest of his body still looked so damn sexy, sprawled out on the floor. 

"Well..." Aaron said, breaking the silence. "...that was something." He said.

I nodded, unsure what to do. We heard Diego groan out, then we looked over. He moaned as he held his balls, and twisted around gently.

"So... did we get our frustrations out? Can we go back to getting along?" Aaron asked aloud. I turned to Aaron, than to Cameron. We locked eyes and silence spoke for us both.

I turned to walk away, without saying anything. There wasn't anything to say I guess.

Time passed, again. I don't remember what happened until dinner, but I doubt it was anything noteworthy. If it was, I'd probably remember. But dinner was what I remember next, and it was... well, uneventful. Just happy the day was moving on I think. Did enjoy having fun with Diego earlier, and he seemed to have been feeling better. Smiling, in much better spirits then he was when I left. Which isn't hard to do considering when I left, he was weeping, sprawled and naked. He wasn't walking very well though. 

After Dinner Cameron and Monica chilled together. So I went else where to avoid erupting in a frothing rage. I went back to the cabin. Saw Aaron doodling on his bed.

"Hey Aaron."

"Oh, hey Cevin." Aaron said, putting his pad down.

"Still don't feel comfortable me seeing your work?" I asked.

Aaron hesitantly shook his head. "Actually, it's kind of just a reaction... do you want to see what I'm working on?"

"Of course, I'd love to!" I said excitedly. I was actually really looking forward to seeing it. Aaron gave me his pad and showed what he was working on. It was an old fashioned airplane, flying across a dark background. The airplane looked like it was upside down and there was a pilot standing on top of the airplane, pointing onwards. Like an explorer. It was really detailed, very well done.

"Holy shit man..." I said, unable to find any other words.

"Y-you don't like it?" Aaron asked disappointed.

"No, what? I love this! This is amazing man... I'm just... having trouble finding words here. This is so much better than what I expected."

"Really?" Aaron said. I looked up at him and he was lit up. I couldn't hold back a smile.

"Yeah, honest. This is really cool dude!" I said sitting down on his bed next to him. He moved over to make more room for me.

Aaron looked down and rubbed his head. "Haha... thanks man."

"Can I see some more?" I asked.

Aaron nodded. "Sure, just flip through the book."

"This is actually the most excited I've been in some time." I said, getting Aaron to laugh.

He had so many really sweet doodles. Flipping through, each page filled with detailed drawings. Some a bit strange, but really cool. He even had a couple portraits.

"These are so good dude." I said. The last doodle I saw was a portrait. It looked remarkably like me. I stared at it for a bit longer than the rest of his drawings.

The longer I looked at it, the more sure I was that it was me. He got everything right. Better than right, actually. It made me think of what I should look like, if I were perfect. I looked up at Aaron. His blue eyes were watching me closely. 

I asked "Is this me?"

Aaron nodded. "Yeah. It's you." He said as he looked away.

I looked back down at my portrait. It was... I've never looked so good. I couldn't help but laugh. I was almost in shock.

"Aaron... this is such a good portrait. I don't even look this good, shit man." I had to laugh again. I looked at him. He smiled at me, admiringly.

"I really like that portrait too. I spent a long time working on it. I'm happy with it. It really captures you."

"It captures me?"

"Yeah. I think so."

I chuckled. "What does it capture?"

Aaron smiled. "Well... the portrait looks... I don't know. Down to earth, human. Funny. Smart and honest. You're a smart guy, really have a grasp on things. Almost everyone here is a bit... full of it, in a way. Some more than others, but not you. I feel you're really grounded. And you're real. I feel you tell people what you think. Unless it's Cameron." Aaron added with a laugh. That got me laughing too. "And you're really, really sweet more often than not. I feel like I captured that really well."

I looked back down at the portrait. I couldn't help but feel honored. Humbled. I didn't feel as awesome as Aaron made me out to be.

"That's... something. I don't know the right wording. But I'm humbled..." I said, thinking of what else to say. "I feel like you think of me better than I am." I started thinking of everything I've done wrong recently. And how it contradicted everything Aaron just said.

"I... I'm a very jealous, vindictive person. I'm not that sweet. I have issues being really honest when it matters, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Everything is always wrong. And... I don't get it. I really don't." I sighed.

"See? You do get it, listen to yourself. You know you aren't perfect, you know you fucked up. You see that, you get it. Most people aren't like that, they're blind to their own issues. You aren't. And because of that, you can get better. You'll learn. You'll figure out how to deal with Cameron. You're too smart not to!"

I looked at Aaron, and really felt I didn't deserve him. He's nothing but sweet and kind.

"You're a fucking awesome friend dude." I said, giving Aaron a hug.

"I try to be." He said.

"I don't deserve this man."

"Yes you do Cevin."

"No, no I really don't." I said. "I even used you man. Earlier, when I was being all touchy, flirty with you. I was just doing that to piss off Cameron. And I feel terrible about that, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of done it."

Aaron nodded. "I knew what you were doing. You wouldn't look away from him the entire time we were on the bed." I laughed and shook my head. I didn't realize I was that obvious.

He continued. "It's okay, I enjoyed it while it lasted."

"Of course you're okay with it. More proof that you're too good for me."

Aaron laughed too. "I think I'm perfect for you."

I took a look into Aaron's deep blue eyes. I couldn't help but smile. I didn't say anything else and just sat there with him. I looked back at my portrait.

"Oh, I just remembered. Don't you owe me a free kick?" Aaron asked.

I looked up. "Uhhh..."

"Yeah, you do. Remember some days ago. I kissed you, and you said sorry."

I let out a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. I remember that."

"And you said if there's anything you can do for me, and I said a free kick in the nuts. And you were a pussy and said later. I'm cashing my opportunity in now." Aaron said with a grin.

I sighed. "You want to ruin this moment by kicking me in the balls?"

Aaron shrugged.

"Well... maybe you are perfect for me then." I said laughing, playfully pushing him as I got off the bed.

"In your underwear please." Aaron said getting off his bed.

"Fine..." I said as jolly as I could. I took off my shorts and stood in the middle of the room. I grabbed my bulge and re-arranged it for Aaron's ease. Dick out of the way, balls hanging noticeably. 

My balls were still sore, but I didn't want to take anything away from Aaron in the moment. "Have at it." I smiled. 

Aaron smiled back and got himself ready. He aimed his kick, brought it slowly between my legs stopping before my boys. He pushed my balls up a bit, then lowered his foot and took a step back. He nodded his head, and followed through this time. My balls were crushed under Aaron's barefoot. I let out a grunt and doubled over.

"How was that kick?" Aaron asked.

"...painful..." I croaked out as I fell to my knees, hunched over. Balls in my hands, as that dull, nauseating pull came over me.

Aaron chuckled and bent down and rubbed my back and gave me a hug. "Well, thanks Cevin."

I coughed.  "Anytime bro..."

Aaron laughed and stood up. I looked up at him and gave him my hand, and he pulled me up. Still bent over, but I knew I'd survive. I know he held some back.

I put my shorts back on carefully, and sat down on Aaron's bed. I looked at him. He was smiling at me.

"Yo, how was that juicy Hispanic Dick earlier?" I asked.

"Oh my God, it was amazing! Diego is so sexy, such a perfect body. And he's packing man, oh my God! It was great."

I laughed. "I know, it looked great. I’m happy for you. It’s really good of him to apologize like that too.”

“So, what actually happened with you 3?” Aaron asked.

“Okay, so. It was a few days ago, back when me and Cameron were on good terms. It was the 3 of us, we just walked around and explored. Me and Cameron were being nauseatingly flirtatious I'm sure, and that's when Diego told us to cut it out."

"Ohhhh, so that's what happened."

"Yeah. And we got in a verbal... discussion. I was about to throw down, but Cameron stepped in. And he starting quoting the damn bible, like legit word for word quotes about love and acceptance.”

“Oh my God! Really?” Aaron asked wide eyed.

“Honest. I was just as surprised as you are. Diego couldn’t respond, Cameron destroyed him.”

"That’s amazing.”  Aaron added.

“I know dude. I guess all Diego could reasonably do was apologize afterwards. Still, pretty big of him I think. He didn't have to give us all that."

"Yeah, he didn't. Really awesome of him, though.”

I nodded.

We didn't say much for a bit, I just sat on Aaron's bed. Aaron took a seat next to me on his bed. I lied my head on Aaron’s shoulder for some time. I felt his hand rubbing my hip, dancing around, feeling about. It felt nice, so I let him. 

After a bit, the door opened. Cameron came in.

"Oh, hey Cameron." Aaron said.

Cameron looked at us and shook his head. "Hey." Then he turned back forwards. I really hated the sight of Cameron at the moment. I cuddled up into Aaron tighter. I turned to him when I did and I saw a faint smile. He tilted his head towards me and whispered. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I wasn't sure if I wanted to, now that Aaron asked. Well, I did want to, but should I? Probably not. 

"D-do you not want me to?" I asked Aaron, in an equally low voice. I was hoping he'd be my reason for me.  

"I love to cuddle, but are you-"

"What the fuck are you guys whispering about!? I'm right here, don't do that shit."

"Chill out Cameron, we're not talking shit about you!" I spat at him, getting off Aaron's shoulder. 

"So why the hell are you whispering when I come into the room like that!"

"Mind your own business, Cameron!"

"You know what, that's great advice. Why don't you do that yourself? Save us all this trouble."

"I do mind my business actually. My issue is when my business doesn't care about how they effect other people."

"Oh of course. Not everyone can be as smart and aware as you Cevin. But you should know that, you know everything, right?"

"Know more than you at least."

"Yeah, well I know how to handle my emotions at least. You still haven't figured that out."

I don't know why that bothered me to hear so much. But it really got under my skin, and I pushed myself off of Aaron's' bed and kept my head down, biting my tongue. 

"Oh, we didn't like that did we? That cut a little too close for you?"

"Can we please stop arguing and hating each other? Can we just get along. Please?"

I turned to face Aaron as he sat still on the bed where I left him. He sounded like an innocent kid. All of a sudden, I felt really bad for Aaron, I didn't even think until then how it felt for Aaron to be around me and Cameron arguing like this. Like, how it made him feel. I don't want to compare the situation to parents arguing in front of their kid, because we all met literally 8-ish days before this, and he's not really any more of a kid than us. But in the moment, that's how it felt to me. And I really felt terrible. I know how shitty that is.

"Shut up and mind your business Aaron." Cameron spat at him. 

"Don't talk to him like that!" I screamed at Cameron.

"Oh look! The mother hen is protective of her little duckling."

"Those are two different fucking animals you inbred!" I yelled at Cameron.

"Shut the fuck up!"

I shook my head. "Come on! Let's go deal with this, alright? Outside!"

"Oh, is this the part where you ask to be left alone to cry?"

I really hated hearing that. I know I tried to intentionally piss Cameron off, but this was not the same person I knew during the first week of camp. I stormed out the room, and slammed the door behind me. About to leave to the outside, I heard the door swing open behind me. I kept on my path forward. I swung the door open and bolted out, fast walking towards wherever. I was overwhelmed, and just tried to get away from where I just was.

"CEVIN!" I heard screamed behind me. I picked up the pace.

"CEVIN!" I heard screamed again, this time closer. I started sprinting.

"GET OVER HERE!"

I kept on at it, just going onwards. There were tears leaving my eyes, and it was hard to see, but there was enough light coming through the trees as I ran towards the forest. 

After some time, Cameron caught up and jumped on top of me. We both fell to the floor, and rolled around a bit. I managed to get away and spring up in inspiration. 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING!??!!?!" I screamed before Cameron do anything. 

He stopped, and looked at me.

"What the fuck?! Are we doing!? What is this!? Seriously? What the fuck is happening!? All we've done recently is piss each other off! Talk shit, get under each others skins. We can get along! Do you remember that?” I asked. Cameron nodded softly. I went on. “Can we fucking chill?"

Cameron stared. He was breathing heavily and looked around. I looked around too. It was night out. You could see the stars. We were under that tree. The Cherry Tree. The same blooming pink flowers we were by yesterday. It was still gorgeous. I looked back down at Cameron, and he was looking at me. He appeared to be more relaxed than a few moments ago.

"Okay... okay. Maybe, it's time... we show a little discipline." Cameron said, collecting his breath. I nodded my head.

"Yeah. I think so too."

Cameron smiled, and I felt myself warm up. 

Silence for a few moments, as we collected ourselves. I spoke up first. 

"Sorry about Jeopardy... arguing like that, and kicking you in the balls. I was... angry, at you, and myself."

Cameron didn't say anything. He waited for me to continue. 

"And... I don't know what else you want me to say? I'm sorry for overreacting so much, but... I don't know."

"I... could of handled things better too. Sorry for... hurting you, when I didn't mean to. And for when I meant to, also."

"Yeah... I'm sorry for that too."

"But, maybe we can put this behind us, now? We can go back to being friends, you won't throw a pissy fit when I hang out with Monica." Cameron laughed at that, but I didn't. 

He cleared his throat and continued. "Things don't have to be so ugly. And, I'd also appreciate it, if you don't like... bring up what happened before. Just... leave everything in the past, and start fresh."

"Start fresh?"  

"Yeah... just, put everything away. We still have some days here left, we don't have to be weighed down by mistakes, you know?"

I nodded at that. Thinking pretty hard, trying to understand what he means. It felt pretty clear after some silence. 

"Alright?" He asked. I looked at him, studying his face. He looked honest and confident. He made me think he was innocent for a moment, but that feeling went away quickly. 

I nodded. I pulled my lips up, smiling and laughing. 

"Oh-kay. Let us do that." 

"You sure? You don't sound so sure..."

"I..." started off, but stopped. I took a moment then restarted again. "Yeah. I'm sure. It's for the best, right?"

"Totally." Cameron said with an easy smile. 

I opened my arms and asked him for a hug. Cameron made the easy decision, and came in, wrapping his arms around me. He embraced me, and it felt warm. 

I looked down during the hug, and decided to do, what I felt was best. I hooked onto his shoulders, bent my knee and folding it back, then pulled him down and slammed my knee up into his crotch in one swift motion. 

I held my knee in place for some moments, feeling his soft delicates on my knee as his body sagged in increasing weakness. It felt so fulfilling, that warmth over my knee, feeling and making sense of the different textures on my skin. Not to mention, feeling his hard and strong body tense as he tried to pull away, but me not letting him. I was going to hold him as the pain swarmed over him. I wanted to feel his body against mine as it vibrated with the pain I gave him, and hear his whimpers right next to my ear. 

Hearing him choking, gasping and struggling as his body fell limp in my arms. He fell against me, his knees falling to the floor after I took my knee away from his soft, familiar crotch. I backed up and let him down face first. I watched him as he writhed on the floor, somehow gaining animation, curling and kicking his legs. Groaning in pain, trying to cry silently. Randomly curving his body, as the pain sprang up. 

"Ah...ahhh....ohmygod...MMMMM!" He cried out, and I could not get enough of it. 

"Oh come on... one measly knee, and you're crying like a bitch? You're better than that... or are you? Oh, I forgot! You like to feel this way, don't you?"

"Fuck you!" He spat at me, throwing a hand my way. I took a step back and laughed at him. 

"Oh, you don't like that, do you? Well, I don't forget things that easily, so that whole 'putting the past behind us!' CRAP, isn't going to slide! Because I know I made you cum... not once, but twice! And it felt so magical each time, didn't it? You know, I wish was able to feel how great it felt for a guy to make me orgasm. Maybe you can do that for me? Can you, Cameron? I'd appreciate it."

He gasped out, and rolled around, turning his back to me. I walked closer to him, and bent over. 

"And after you do, I'm going to rub my dick and wash my cum off on your cute freckled face. Doesn't that sound fun? Maybe you're getting hard at the thought of it. Are you?"

Cameron rolled away, one hand holding onto his crotch and the other trying to push himself up. His body was off the floor, but his knees still were planted.

"Come on, Cameron? Do you like that idea? Does that make your dick hard!? If so, I'll suck it for a second time! Or would you rather me squeeze your balls to make you cum again?"

"What the fuck's wrong with you!?" Cameron screamed out in pain. 

"What's wrong with me!? How the fuck can you say that! Put everything behind us!? Everything we went through was a mistake? You fucking bastard!" I screamed, running into him, kicking him in the stomach. He fell back and held his belly, coughing and rolling onto his side. 

"The first night was a mistake!? I tried to make you feel as awesome as you made me feel, and that was a mistake? You making me feel welcomed, and safe with you was a mistake? All the fun and laughs we had, all fucking wrong too, right!? You shouldn't of told Diego that love mattered the most, because that was a fucking mistake! And I shouldn't of cleaned your filthy fucking body, because I should never of touched you, right!?" 

My vision was getting masked by my wet eyes, but I could see Cameron looking up at me. I couldn't tell what he was feeling, but I didn't care in the moment. I ran at him and pulled on his leg. He tried to kick me off, but he couldn't get a good shot on me. 

I pulled on his shorts and his struggling increased. Cursing me out, yelling, but I didn't care. I dug in, and tried to send a hand under the one that was over his manhood. I couldn't get in before he punched me in the cheek, knocking me off. 

"What the fuck's wrong with you!?" Cameron screamed again. 

I didn't respond as I held onto my cheek. I looked at him, and saw him struggling to stand up. It all kinda dawned on me right then, and I realized how twisted everything felt. 

I didn't try to stop him when he jumped at me, and punched me again. I brought my hands up to my face, to protect myself. I didn't try to fight anymore, but I wanted him to stop hurting me. Then I felt him grab onto my balls and I yelled out. I looked up at him with mercy, and I could see there was none to find. 

"I'm sorry!" I rushed in fear. I meant it, I really did. But, I think he needed to grab my balls for me to truthfully admit it.

He closed his hand tighter, and I arched back and shook his arm with my hands. 

"What!? Does it fucking HURT!?" Cameron twisted his hand, and I cried out. 

"It's always my fucking balls with you! Fuck you Cevin!!" 

"I'm sorry!" 

Cameron pulled his hand back and let go, letting me hold onto my nuts with care. I sighed and rolled onto my back looking at the stars above me before I rolled onto my other side. I cupped my crotch and curled up. 

I didn't know what was going on behind me, but I didn't hear much. I heard Cameron slam something on the ground, and yell out. I felt scared and in pain. I didn't want to turn around to face him. 

Then, I felt him pull on my shirt and I groaned. 

"Get up!" 

I tried to fight against him, and stay looking away. But then he kicked me and yelled again. "GET UP YOU COWARD! FUCKING GET UP!" 

Cameron pulled on me, and I turned over. I grunted in pain, but looked at him. His face was red, and he had an arm over his stomach.

"Come on! Get up, we're getting this out of our system."

I looked up at him without saying anything. He looked at me and grew madder by the second. 

"Why do you make everything so fucking difficult! We're supposed to fight, you try and make up, then start crying, pushing me away! I ask to put everything behind us, then you knee me in the fucking balls, then say you're going to rub your fucking cock on my face?!" 

I grimaced at the sound of that, and turned away. 

"And now, I want you to fight me, and you shy away like a fucking coward. What the hell is wrong with you!"

"I don't know!" I let out. "Stop yelling, please."

"Well fucking get up then!" He screamed, as he pushed me to the ground. 

"GET UP CEVIN!" He screamed again. 

I started to climb up, and tried to fight the shakes I was feeling. I breathed out and tried to face my anxieties for once in my life. 

"Here we go! Are you ready!?" Cameron asked me. 

I looked up at him and nodded. "Okay... but... don't fucking yell at me anymore!" I said, getting heated up. 

"Okay-"

"And don't fucking tell me what to do either. I'm not a fucking child." I spit through my teeth. 

"Fine!" 

"And if you-"

"Stop fucking talking!" Cameron yelled, as he pushed me. "Just hit me instead!"

I glared at him, and did what felt natural to me. I spit at him. It filled me with so much joy when I saw it splatter over his face. He wiped it away with disgust and threw it on the floor. When he looked back at me, I made sure to get the last word in. 

"Suck my fucking dick, you ginger bitch!" 

Cameron ran into me, and we both fell to the floor. We threw our hands at each other and grappled as best as our young bodies could. Cameron was obviously a better grappler than I, so he took the upperhand pretty quickly. I was trying to squirm, fight and punch my way towards something else, but it felt like I was fighting against a human octopus. I finally found something helpful when I hooked onto one of his legs and pulled in. Off balance, he fell onto his side, curled up because of me holding onto his leg. I threw a knee into his stomach, and heard him cough out at the strike. I felt his struggle die down a bit after the hit, and went for the same hit. 

I backed up a bit and saw him holding onto his stomach with his knees up in protection. I jumped back in and threw my fist in above his stomach, and Cameron almost instantly wrapped around my arm. He pulled me in, grabbed my head and twisted me onto his other side. He threw a quick retaliation knee into my midsection, and I tried to cover up. His knee hit my hand, and I quickly tried to latch onto his leg, but he pulled away, then threw his other knee into me again, and again. 

I pushed all my body into him as I punched his midsection. Cameron tried to flip me over again, using my force, but I hooked my leg around him, and pulled him with me. I got my arm and head free, and pushed my hand down into his face, and used that to help me get up. Cameron sprang up as I got some distance, but I responded first. I ran towards him with my head down, and speared him towards the floor, digging in as best I could. 

With his legs on both sides of me, and me digging into him, I fell ontop of him with all of my force. I tried to push towards him as we both fell, me wanting to make sure I didn't waste any moments. Inadvertently, my knee ended up falling in a soft spot between his legs, and I instantly felt it. Cameron jolted up, and I could feel the pain exploding inside him. But it was an accident, and we're fighting. Tough shit, I thought. 

I pulled my knee out of his crotch, put it next to him, and pushed his body back down flat. His eyes were closed, mouth was puffy and then I punched his cheek. His shoulders were pulled as his were hands reaching beneath me, cradling his sore balls. I didn't think much of it in the moment, and then stood up and stomped down on his stomach, between his two arms. 

I could tell that pushed all the breath out of his body. But, he managed to hook onto my foot before I pulled it out. I cursed him out, trying to get him off my foot, but he caught his breath and he took my other foot out from underneath, pulling me to the floor and began pounding me with increased intensity. I covered up as well as I could, but he was relentless. His angry white fists were flying down on me, catching every bit of open body on me that he could, and it felt overwhelming. He wasn't trying to grapple anymore, it was pure rage fueled strikes. I pushed my legs up, pushing him away, thankfully. I turned away, putting my back to him. 

As I was on my knees, he ran back in, pounding me with overhead strikes from behind. I threw my elbow behind me without any hopes, and felt the point of my elbow dig into something squishy again. Cameron held onto my head as I felt his weight fall down on me, then I pushed him off me. 

I turned to him as I took a breath and saw him on his knees. His hands were cupping his crotch, and I heard strained, weird noises come out of his mouth. Then a whimper, then a more angry one as he banged an arm on the floor. He turned his head, and looked at me. I saw red, watery eyes glaring at me, and I was about to say something. But he just jumped into me again, with somehow more ferocity than before. 

When ontop of me, Cameron threw hands and elbows at me, but the real hit was when I felt something bony and furious bang into my crotch at a million miles per hours. I felt my lower body erupt in agony, but before I could cover up, he pulled out then pushed right in again. This time digging his knee in there. He pushed off me, and I curled up, fighting back tears. 

"My balls... my fucking balls..." I whined on the floor. 

"You wanted to fight fucking dirty! You always want to fight dirty." He spat at me. 

I peeked at him from my curled up state, and saw him on his knees, hunched over. One hand cupping his crotch in white shorts, and the other over his stomach. He was breathing heavily, and I saw him turn towards me. An ugly frown was on his red, handsome face, and it made me feel even worse. 

I rolled away from him, and got onto my knees. Before I knew anything else, I felt another slap break my testicles, and I collapsed to the floor. It must've been a kick, it hurt too much to me anything else.

The pain got so much worse. I felt so weak, so unable. I felt like my balls broke, and I thought I might be dying. Everything in me felt so ugly, and I had no power left inside. 

"You wanted it like this Cevin." I could barely hear him say. The rest of what he said, was too much to ask of me to understand. I was on my front, hands gently cupping my flaming, broken balls, crying with no control. I wished I would pass out, but that would be asking too much. 

I don't know how long I was on the floor, gently shifting in terrible pain. My eyes were closed the entire time, trying to cope with the torture that I was feeling, and trying to focus on anything other than the throbbing agony was impossible. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my back and I whined in surprise and dread. I didn't want to be attacked anymore. 

But the hand didn't try to hurt me, it was holding onto my for support almost. It went lower and held my ass, then hooked on tight. It shook me, and that hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain I already had to handle. 

I opened an eye to try and see what was going on, what was intruding in on my intimate hell, and I saw Cameron. I didn't know if what I saw through the haze of the pain was real or not.  But it looked like he was jacking off in front of me. He was stroking his huge dick, as he was holding onto me, and we made eye contact at the very end of it. He buckled, I could see and feel him cuming, and I didn't know what to do. I watched him as he came, watching the relief wash over his face. After his eyes came back down, he saw me, and shoved himself towards me. I felt his wet dickhead rub on me, and I felt his semen mix with my tears. It was warm, but it made me feel so weird. The pain dulled everything that happened, and I couldn't help but emotionlessly watch as this transpired. 

I didn't even close my eyes, I had to watch. The pain crippled me, but I could control my eyes. I watched his dick rub on me, washing my cheeks with it's white gooeyness, and I felt it stick on me. 

When he pulled it away, I couldn't look away. My eyes were stuck on where it was moments ago, like my mind couldn't keep up with what was going on. 

The next thing I know, Cameron's head was inches from mine. His eyes were closed, a hand was holding onto my chin and his heavy breath made his cum feel like ice on my face. When I saw him open his eyes, he looked at my eyes, then at the stain on my cheeks. He pulled away in a fright, as if something came over him. Something new, something that terrified him. He put his face in his hands, hiding from me. That's when I closed my eyes. 

When I opened my eyes, he was gone. I don't know how long I was on the floor, but I decided to go back to the cabin before light came up. It was a painful, disconnected walk. I couldn't even ask myself to think about anything that happened. And I didn't think. I just felt, and limped my way to bed.