watch him. not trustworthy

It all happened in 2009, Holz was tasked with overseeing the "Chipmunk" bunk at Camp Forrest Green. It was his first real job, sure he had earned money in the past working for his crazy Uncle Todd who seemed to always require him to bend over slowly to pick up trash and other items, all the while wearing daisy-duke shorts that showed the bottom of his butt cheeks. He thought it was odd at first, especially when Uncle Todd would seem to rub himself while watching him, but after a while he got over the uncomfortable nature and at times even enjoyed it. He would play along, shaking his rump while he would bend over at the waist, his Uncle looking on lustfully. He did it for the money after all, and it was good pay. It was "keep quiet about this" type pay, and Holz was more then willing to take that cash. He had been raised poor, his mother a crack addict and his father in and out with different women. It wasn't unusual for him not to see his old man for months at a time. His mother was only reliable when she was sober, which was few and far between. He was picked on as a kid for wearing the same clothes and old shoes that had holes. Holz knew he was going to escape this life, he just needed money. But being so poor, he couldn't afford a car or insurance, and he could barely get enough money to ride the bus outside of Todd's visual sexual assault work funds, which usually lasted a short time as he felt the need to buy new clothes and shoes each pay day to avoid harassment from the local kids. So on his 19th birthday, Holz heard about a summer job that required travel and living out of town for the summer months, transportation provided! He thought "finally, a fresh start away from it all... and they're going to pay me!". He thought it was too good to be true, but after the initial phone interview he knew it could be his life calling, a camp counselor job in the Northern part of the state, but to Holz it was lifetimes away. He knew it was for him, and the interviewer knew it too. They arranged for Holz to have a ride to their headquarters to meet the camp director. The director, Pam Voorhees, that day met a determined and organized Holz. He heard his story, why he wanted the job and how he hoped to reach kids with his life story. He was motivation even to the well-off Ms. Voorhees. She was instantly sold and offered the position on the spot. Holz nearly leaped out of his chair to accept the deal... fate was set that day. Fast forward 3 months later, Holz sits in the 2nd row on a long yellow school bus. Children ages 6-12 yrs old make up the back portion of the bus, around 40 of them total on just this bus alone which was followed by 9 others at equal size. He wasn't scared or nervous, he was ready. The 3 prior months since obtaining the position were spent to ensure he was ready, he learned CPR, general first aid and safety procedures, he learned how to speak to children of varying ages to get through to them. It all seemed to easy, and so perfect. And it was, for 4 days. By day 5, Holz felt he had it all together. Not a single problem, no fights, no mess, no bad kids... just bliss. He oversaw the Chipmunk bunk, a cabin of 20 boys ages 9 and 10. He felt blessed to get this age group, they were old enough to understand basic life but young enough you could still make an impact. He cherished the role, and tried to be a good mentor but an even better friend. He especially took a liking to a 9 year old boy named Ronnie, he saw a lot of himself in Ronnie and thus wanted to look after him a bit more then the other kids. It was around 5pm when he saw Ronnie and another boy named Max run into the boys room when they were supposed to be headed to dinner. He walked up slowly to the door and gently knocked while cracking it open "Ronnie, Max... you guys okay?" Holz asked. Silence. Not a single word in reply, he knew something was wrong. He opened the door fully and stepped in the bathroom. It was empty, he started looking around any corners and still nothing. He looked under the stall doors and saw nothing, so he started opening them. One by one he opened each stall with nothing behind it besides a toilet. Finally, he reached the last stall. Before opening it he thought to himself, "Was I imagining things? Did no one walk in here?" He questioned himself as he went to open the last stall. As the stall door opened he saw Max and Ronnie behind it with a joint and a can of beer. "What the hell.. weed and beer?! Are you serious!? You're 9 and 10!" Holz barked loudly, Max's face lit up with fear and shock, you could tell he was afraid of the consequences. But Ronnie was unusually comfortable and seemed to be fine. It didn't shock Holz, it's why he was drawn to him originally, like him he matured early. Holz because he had to with his poorness and family issues, and Ronnie was just that kid who grew up fast and well beyond his age. "Ronnie, where did you get this?" Holz asked to the calm child. "Does it matter? What can I do to make this all go away?" Ronnie said as he relaxed his back against the wall. Holz puzzled mustered up "What can you do to make this go away?! What do you mean?" Ronnie without hesitation replied "Exactly what it sounds like, what do you want me or Max or both of us to do to make you forget you saw us doing this? Is there anything we can do for you? or To you?". At this point Holz was stunned, he didn't know what to say. Was a 9 year old boy propositioning him in the men's room? Was this all really happening? And.... what would it actually take to make this all go away? How? What? He was so confused. Ronnie however noticed something Holz had failed to realize was taking place so lost in his own head with thought, "Wow, looks like you have something in mind" nodding down as his growing prostate. "Oh my, im sorry kids..." Holz shying muttered but Ronnie didn't mind and instead grabbed his shaft from the outside of his pants. What happened next will go without being told, but lets just say 3 people, 1 man and 2 boys did adult things in that stall..and it didn't end there. Over the next week Holz would visit many small boys, including Ronnie multiple times, and find reasons for them to have to pleasure him. Finally, the day before camp ended, Holtz was caught with Timmy Lotson, a 12 year old boy from a rough home. A fellow counselor saw them enter the men's room and not exit for 5 minutes before going in to discover the boy naked and bent over the sink with Holtz thrusting behind him. The authorities were called, Holtz was arrested and the police refer to the incident as "the Lakeside Lover saga". The only bright spot in this story is the now 17 year old Ronnie (legal consent age in their state) has begun dating his former molester Holtz. They live together and hope to adopt a child once Holtz gets off the sex offenders list.

fair player

what a cheeck! ;)

Stabbed an actual ally. I dont mean stabbing a flag. He actually truced and then stabbed at the end

pga with L9rd

alt pretending to be a newbie