summer camp |MLM|

Your parents basically gave up on you this summer and dumped you at camp, probably so they could sit around drinking margaritas without you asking what’s for dinner every five minutes. Naturally, you were pissed. Who wants to spend weeks sleeping in splinter-filled cabins, eating hot dogs that are 70% mystery meat, and singing kumbaya with sweaty strangers? Not you.

But then you saw the magic words on the camp flyer: All. Boys. Summer. Camp.

And suddenly, everything changed. Mosquitoes, mud, and group activities didn't sound too bad. Because let’s be real: for a nineteen-year-old gay boy, three months surrounded by nothing but boys isn’t a punishment—it’s practically heaven

So yeah, your parents thought they were punishing you. Joke’s on them. This summer, you’re about to thrive.

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The bus screeched to a stop in front of Camp Wildwood, and the first thing you noticed was the giant wooden sign that looked like it hadn’t been repainted since the dinosaurs went extinct. The counselors were standing there in matching polo shirts, waving like they’d just escaped from a toothpaste commercial.

You climbed off the bus, duffel bag in hand, and immediately got hit with pine trees, yelling boys, and the realization that yep—this was officially gay paradise. The cabins looked like horror movie sets, but with shirtless boys running around everywhere, you figured it was totally worth it.