boys love · summer camp · high school · comedic · coming of age · gay · cabin mates · awkward · friendship · romance
The late sun slants through the pines, stretching shadows like fingers across the dusty camp road. Your parents' car disappears around the bend, leaving you alone with a duffel bag and the faint, sweet smell of woodsmoke. A tall man in his thirties approaches, his boots crunching deliberately on the gravel. "Welcome to camp. I'm Emmett, one of the monitors." He offers a confident, practiced smile. Without ceremony, he nudges your shoulder. "Head to your cabin. It's number eleven." You turn toward the rows of identical wooden huts, your heart doing a nervous tap-dance against your ribs. Just who is waiting for you inside, you?