Pride Story

This story is as accurate as is possible with the least change possible the names are true with the exception of the counsellors who, for the sake of their profession, I've altered.

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I shifted in the bus seat as it bounced along the country dirt road.
'Why me?' I thought to myself, 'why am i the one thats going to a reformity camp?'
My thoughts turned to that hot spring evening, my body began to tingle as the memories of what I'd done flashed back into my mind.
My body pressed to his, our hands roaming as they pleased, not a care for who'd see us at that point.
'Oh yeah mom just loved seeing that side of my new "lifestyle"' i thought bitterly 'its not just a phase either as my mother frequently says' i thought for what must've been the trillionth time, 'i wear rainbow colored clothes, i have multiple peircings, and i like guys. She'll have to learn to deal with it.'
We reach the De-Gay-ifying camp at the same time as the west side bus.
At the orientation i caught the eye of a small black kid that looked like your stereotypical computer nerd and he gave me an appraising look.
We were then lined up alphabetically bye last name and devided into four person groups.
In my group was the black kid and a girl that looked like a skate boarder and another girl that could've passed as a super model. At the bunk cabin i found out that the punk girls name was Kelly and the super models name was Janessa. we were bunked alphabetically too so i got the bottom bunk beside the only window. The girls had their first counselling meeting at three leaving me and the black kid alone. "The names Xavior" he told me "Call me Ken" i responded "You look more like the PC camp kind o' guy tfhan a gay reform camp." i joked. "Yeah but i just can't stop chasing cock" he said laughing "I don't know about chasing it but i'm here cuz i can't stop suckin it!" i said laughing uproariously. Xavior blushed at my remark. "What you aren't hot under the collar already are you?" i asked "N...N...No!" yelped when i leaned in closer to him "Well what is it then?" i asked leaning closer. "I'm still a virgin" he mumbled blushing a deeper shade of red. "Oh really!?!" i said "Yeah and it sucks to be the only virgin in my class ... let alone my family ... i'm the second oldest out of five kids and the youngest is 14 and he lost his virginity almost a year ago." he said in a quiet voice. "must be hard." i said laying my hand on his thigh. "You are making it" he replied without thinking. "Hunh?" i said taking a second to realize what he said "NOTHING" he blurted. I simply allowed my hands to roam up his thigh in little circles "Sure?" i asked moving my hand further up his leg. His only response was to close his eyes and lean his head back against the wall.
It was about this time when the luncheon bell rang and the counsellors came and told us when our first group session was supposed to be.
At the group meeting we all sat down and listened to the counsellors tell us how these reform camps had helped them earlier in their lives.
"You expect us to believe that you can turn 'un-gay' in a summer camp?" I said in disbelief.
"The lord works miracles on a daily basis." The youngest looking counsellor had said.
"I i hope one o fthem is to banish all clothing from this camp." a guy muttered from the back of the group.
"The lord would not allow such a sin as to let you children run wild like hethens. That is why he passed the bible down from heaven." The head counsellor said.
"The lord also had disloyal followers so what makes you think that the bibles you read are accurate?" I said.
"Yeah" called Xavior chimed. "Name three different versions that say that homosexuality is a sin!"
"I've read thirty-seven different versions of the bible and only the King James versions say anything about gayness being a sin." a hot little asian kid in the front row said.
"Enough!" the head counsellor snapped "i will not tolerate these discussions in my camp!"
"I think we touched a nerve in mister fancybriches boys." I hollered as the other boys laughed uproariously.
"You just earned two days in the crash course for behavioral adjustment young man!" he said.
"Oh no not a disciplinary crash course!" I mocked. "Heaven forbid they treat me the way Pope Leo the X would've!" I added to the amusement of the boys.

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I'll have to finish the rest later for now i've got to go ;P
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