CCST/Max

Ah, Max. Poor kid, at least the other kids’ parents wrote down what camp they had in mind for them: Max’s just stopped signing the form at his age. So he mostly just goes about his days at Camp Campbell being the biggest asshole possible, either making others look stupid or ruining their experiences at the camp.

However, Max has no ideas today, and hasn’t had any for a week: over that period of time, he’s been distracted by strange...sensations. He’d masturbated before, nothing unusual about that, but he’s been doing it a lot lately-he’s already emptied five and a half tissue boxes-and it hasn’t gone unnoticed (although David has no clue why he’d need so many tissues. Bless his innocent little soul). He’s also begun noticing the girls in a different light, and has been looking at them more...thoroughly.

It’s getting to the point now where he can’t take it anymore: he NEEDS to have sex! He’s not sure who with but he’ll find someone: someone else has to be going through this, or at least would be will to do it. This is what Max decided in his bed before he went to sleep, to dreams of erotic fantasies, and with morning it begins.

So Max, whatcha gonna do?

Oh look, someone else is in here with you