Marcus walked back to the main area. An argument appeared to be ensuing between Kodi and Oran.
“ORAN,” Kodi yelled exasperately. “We cannot go out until you shave.”
“It’s just one hair,” Oran said. He pointed at the space between his abs. Marcus approached and could barely see the small hair poking out.
“You can’t be seen outside like that Oran,” Kodi explained. “You haven’t had...the talk yet have you.”
Oran’s face turned red. He shook his head.
“Kodi,” Landon asked. “Are you going to use the bathroom? Or can I?”
“Jorge, Marcus, and I can talk rob oran. You’re fine.” he replied.
Marcus jumped up onto his bed. This might be useful.
“As you know,” Kodi started. “All boys undergo puberty rapidly over one day shortly after they turn ten.”
“I remember that day two years ago,” Jorge said smiling.
Two years ago? Marcus thought. That meant that they were all still 12 year olds.
“Unlike woman, we can only wear these boxers,” Kodi said pointing at his pair. “Any other clothes just won’t work.”
“What do you mean?” Oran asked.
“He really never had the talk,” Jorge said in disbelief.
“Your skin eats away at any kind of fabric unless it’s around your midsection,” Kodi explained. “Thank god we can adjust our internal temperature else we’d freeze to death in winter.”
“But what about my singular little insignificant hair?” Oran asked.
“It’s indecent to cover yourself up,” Kodi said frowning. “The only reason to wear the boxers is to tame our wild dicks. They’d be flying everywhere, especially when you reach adulthood.”
Oran sighed and grabbed a razor from his bed. He shaved off the singular hair and put on his back pack.
Landon came out of the bathroom. Everyone put on their backpacks and left the cabin.
Outside was an interesting sight to say the least. On one side of camp was what you expected to see normally. A bunch of girls, probably 10-12 years old sitting or running around some cabins. They didn’t seem to care about the other side of the campgrounds, where lumbering men of 20 (or apparently 12) sat or ran around. Each of the me were just as ripped as the rest of Maecus’ Cabin. Some wore their boxers, others wore nothing. Their dicks wrapped around themselves or other people. A few guys in the center were playing football and using their dicks to catch and throw the ball as their huge bodies tackled each other. They were playing on a level that Marcus had never seen before. And these were considered children.
“Let’s go find Mr. Paber,” Jorge said. “We can’t just leave without his permission.”
When they stepped off of their porch, Marcus noticed that none of the jagged rocks or twigs hampered his feet as they moved along. A little girl jumped in front of them. She looked angry and stared upwards at Oran.
“Oran!” she yelled. “Dad said he didn’t want you guys going camping.”
“Yeah,” Oran said. “But Dod said I could!”
Oran pushes her aside to her annoyance. The boys chuckled as they walked along.
“My dod would never allow me,” Kodi said. “I asked my dad.”
The boys chuckled. Marcus still tried to comprehend this reality.
The approached a cabin. This one was huge. The door was double in size of what Marcus expected. Landon rang the doorbell and the door opened.
Marcus could see that a snaking dick had opened the door.
“Come on in!” Cane a shout from the cabin. They walked in and Marcus saw that the dick had stretched all the way around this house sized cabin. A man walked out of the bathroom and smiled at the kids. He was enormous. At least 9 feet tall. He was rippling in muscle from head to toe and his dick must have been longer than all of the boys combined.
“What can I help you with?” Mr. Paber asked.
“We’re going camping,” Jorge said.
Mr. Paber waved him off and smiled. “Go along. Have fun! My husband should be at the gates make sure you sign out.”
The boys left and went to the edge of the campus. There they saw an equally sized man, this time wearing boxers. The boys explained their trip and the man let them out of the gate into the woods.
“Let’s set up by the lake,” suggested Landon.
The lake? The lake was over two miles away? Thought Marcus.
“No,” said Kodi. “We did that last time. I want to visit the mountain. If you really want a lake, we can camp by the spring up there.”
MOUNTAIN? Marcus thought. There wasn’t one for a fair twenty miles of here.
Oran shook his head. “I wanted to do the waterfall down by the river.”
Marcus didn’t even know of a waterfall near here.
“Ok guys,” Landon said. “Let’s have someone decide.”
“Jorge is the oldest,” Oran piped up.
“By a month!” shouted Kodi.
“Well,” Jorge said. “Let’s go to the...”