Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2008 19:27:50 -0700 From: David Courson Subject: Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 6 This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two barely under the age of 18, year old boys in high school. If that offends you, I apologize and ask that you not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy. Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 6 I wish we could have stayed at the Bed and Breakfast, but we both knew his parents were expecting us home the night before, so after our time together, we got back in the car and had a sleepy, silent ride back to the house. When I awoke, Todd wasn't spooned against me and figured he had already gotten up. I turned and found him on the other side of the bed, facing away from me. I slowly pulled the covers off and headed to the bathroom. When I was in the hallway, I remembered I didn't check to see if Mrs. Blyth was home, but figured, since I was halfway there, I could make a run for it. On my way back to the room, I ran into Don. "Morning," he said to me with a smile. Startled, I jumped a little and smiled back. "Morning. You scared me." "I didn't mean to. Sorry about that. So, how was last night?" "Last night was great. We had an awesome time." "Where'd he take you for dinner?" "The Atlas," I answered. "I've never heard of that place. Any good?" "Yes, sir. It really was. Afterwards, we just drove and talked and just enjoyed each other's company." "Glad to hear it," he said, finally realizing I was naked. "Is Todd up yet?" "No, sir. Would you like me to wake him?" "Nah, let him sleep. Are you going back to bed?" "Don't know yet. I might lie back down for a few minutes." "Well, we'll see you downstairs, sometime, then," he smiled at me then headed towards the staircase. I walked back into the room and Todd hadn't moved. I looked at his back; half covered by the blankets and slowly followed the lines of the muscles up to his neck and shoulders. I didn't want to disturb him, but I wanted to hold him while he woke up. I figured all the mornings I woke in his arms, I could return the favor. I climbed back in the bed and moved as close to him as possible with the stealthiest of moves. I pressed my chest against his back and slowly slid my left hand under his arm and placed it flat against his chest. The rest of my body moved into his. Not even a split second later, I felt his bicep slam itself against my shoulder. "Owww. Damn!" I exclaimed, pulling my hand back from him and using my right hand to massage my shoulder. "Oh, God, Blake, I'm so sorry," he said, throwing the covers off and jumping over to me on his knees. Leaning down, he moved my hand away and continued the massage, himself. "I'm sorry, I was having a dream that I was in a fight and, I guess when you pressed in behind me, I thought someone was trying to grab me from behind in my dream." "It's okay," I said through squinted eyes. The pain was more than I imagined. His arm hit some nerve, head on, and my entire arm was numb. Getting a better grip, he ended up straddling my hips and put more pressure on my shoulder. I relaxed and let his hands do their magic. Pretty soon, the pain had subsided and the feeling returned. I opened my eyes and told him that everything was okay. He stopped massaging my shoulder and instead, put his other hand on my other shoulder. Looking at me, he smiled that wonderful smile of his. I reached my right hand up and placed it against his chest and slowly felt every inch of his pecs with my fingertips. I started moving down, ever so slowly, and upon reaching his abs, traced the muscles back and forth, until I hit every one. Wanting to try something I had done before, I switched my hands and let my left one fall onto his stomach and slowly caressed it to get his mind off my right hand. I reached my right hand back to his chest and slowly worked over the muscles and then started grazing his left nipple. With my timing just perfect, I squeezed his nipple and stuck my finger into his belly button and his body went rigid. His head flew back, eyes closed tight and his hands turned into fists. I guess the fists scared me more than anything, so I released his nipple and removed my finger after only three seconds or so, and covered my face, hiding my smile. Getting his senses back, he looked down and pulled my arms away from my face and said, "What the fuck was that?" He had a smile on his face, so I knew he wasn't mad, thank God. "I wanted to see if it worked on the other nipple, too." "I told you to warn me next time." "Did it feel the same?" I asked, still smiling. "Same intensity. Boy, I wish you could feel it." Looking down, I noticed his dick was as hard as a rock. "Looks like you did enjoy it," I said, flicking my eyes down. He followed my gaze and noticed his own erection. "Now that you got it up, you gotta do something about it." "Actually, I was about to get dressed and go get some breakfast." "Oh, no you don't. You put me in this situation, now you gotta take care of it." Thinking for a second, I smiled back at him and said, "Nah. I think I'll pass," and tried to pull my arms out of his grasp and get up. "The hell you will," he said and threw my arms up in the air and dove right into my pits with his fingers. Up and down my side he tickled/tortured me. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't move fast enough to get my arms against my side. "This'll teach you to get me hard and ignore me." I kept laughing. "So, you gonna take care of the problem?" Through my laughter, I said, "No," and knew I was gonna be in for it again. "I can't believe you said that," he said, moving his right hand to my groin and, finding the nerve between my hip and my torso, right next to my scrotum, he started tickling me there. My eyes flew open. I never knew I was ticklish there. His body was blocking my way to cover myself, so all I could do was try and buck him off and use my thighs against his back. A few seconds later, my hands were trying to push him off me, but ended up on his lower belly, against his pubic hair. I kept trying to push, but soon gave up and wrapped my hands around his hard member. He stopped tickling me, but kept his body seated. His right hand moved from my hip to my newly formed erection and wrapped his warm hand around it. We slowly stroked each other and the warmth between our bodies and the touching of our skin got us closer and closer. At the same time, we reached towards each other's chest and played with each other's nipple. With a little more force from each of us, we climaxed at virtually the same time. His load landed on my chin and chest, and mine on his back and butt. Breathing heavily, he lowered himself down to lay atop me. Pressing his lips to mine, I reached around and wrapped my arms across his back and pulled him into me. We played tonsil hockey for a good five minutes while my hand roamed over his back and ass. I felt my drying seamen under my fingertips as Todd flexed his ass muscles. Pulling away from me to breathe, he filled his lungs with the invisible gas as I did the same. "Damn, you're so fuckin' sexy," I said to him. "What's up with the cussing?" he asked. "I don't know, I guess you've rubbed off on me. You're such a bad influence. If only my parents knew." He was about to tickle me again, but before he could, I pulled his neck down so that our lips could meet once more. We kissed, slowly, for only a few seconds before he parted our lips and put his head on my shoulder and his face in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms back around him and just held him, feeling his lungs expand and contract with every breath and the beating of his heart, never wanting this moment to end. Alas, it did. He started to shift and I let my hands fall to his sides as he pushed himself up. "Now it looks like we gotta shower," he said, looking at the mess on both our bellies. "Yup. You first. You're parents are home." "I'll be done in ten minutes," he said, getting off the bed and walking to the door. He opened it a crack and took a peek outside. Since he walked out, I assumed the coast was clear. True to his word, he returned ten minutes later and it was my turn. After my shower, we headed downstairs for breakfast. Over the summer, my parents started to get more lenient about me staying with Todd. They soon stopped asking me if I was staying over and I stopped asking if I could. I guess they figured that if I wasn't in my bed at night, I was at Todd's house. Little did they know, I was in his bed as well. My parents, as well as Todd's, got together many times over the summer for the dinner they suggested when they first met. I personally believe that Mr. and Mrs. Blyth did it to keep my parent's apprehension about me being at their house to a minimum, but they could have enjoyed the dinners as much as my parents did. I never asked and they never volunteered. Even though Todd started to come to my house a little, he never stayed over. My parents never would have allowed us to sleep in the same room, there wasn't a computer we could use in private, the movies had to be a PG-13 or under rating. All in all, it would have been boring to stay at my house, so we never did. Come the last couple of weeks before school started back, I practically never saw my parents. Whenever I did, my mom would say that she was happy that I had such a good friend in Todd. I guess that's why they didn't really worry about me. My attitude never changed, I never let a curse slip, I never mentioned when Todd and I did something I knew they wouldn't approve of. I was their good little boy and I never changed, so they were happy. The weekend before school, Todd wanted to go camping. Since I had never been, I was excited to do so, but, like always, I had to ask my parents. When I asked my dad, he seemed a little surprised that I even asked him. "I would have just guessed you would have gone." "Dad, I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first. I wouldn't leave the city without your permission." "I appreciate that, son, but when you're with Todd, you really don't need to ask. Just let us know where you'll be, that's all." Completely flabbergasted, I really couldn't speak. My father went back to the paperwork in front of him leaving me to wonder who this man was in front of me. Figuring that that was the best time as any to test out his new idea, I said, "Dad, Todd and I are gonna go camping for a few days in north Georgia." Looking up only briefly, he said, "Great. You boys have a great time," then went back to his business. Slowing turning around, I walked back to my room, not believing that my dad was finally trusting me with my own judgment. It was like I just turned of legal age and he could no longer tell me what to do. That's how it felt, the freedom. Since I was still under eighteen, I knew that I wasn't legal, and he still could tell me what to do, but I would imagine that's what turning eighteen would feel like. Since Todd had turned eighteen earlier that month, he was able to make our camping reservations with him being the legal adult. In doing so, he was able to bring one minor. That would be me. I was excited. Come Thursday, we packed his car and headed down the road. We had about an hour and a half ride to the mountains, so we headed out around eleven so we could stop for lunch. After we ate, we stopped at a small grocery store and bought a styrofoam cooler, some hotdogs, buns, sodas and some water then got back on the road. About half an hours drive later, we arrived at the River's Retreat. We parked and headed into the little building to check in. Standing behind the counter, watching TV, was an older man of about fifty five or so and when he saw us; he muted the sound and gave us his full attention. "Good afternoon, fellas. How are ya today?" "Very, well, thanks," Todd answered. "I have a reservation for three nights. The name's Blyth." Clicking on the keyboard, he found it and said, "We have you in a regular campsite with a fire ring, is that correct?" "Yes, sir," he responded. The man checked us in, with Todd giving his bank card for payment, and then he told us about the facilities around the resort. They had a clubhouse, overlooking the pool, small gym, a snack bar opened only on weekends and then told us about the shower house. They also had firewood for sale, even though it might be a little warm. He finished by telling us that it was clothing optional. Todd sort of froze for a moment and I looked at the man and asked, "What does that mean?" "It means you can go naked if you want." I looked at Todd and said, "I don't want to go naked in front of girls." The man got my attention back and said, "Honey, you don't have to worry about that. This is a gay man's campground. I mean, women are welcome, but they never show up." "It's a gay campground?" I asked the man. He confirmed it and I looked at Todd. "I didn't know about the nude thing, but I thought I told you about it being gay," he said. Poking my finger in his head a few times, I said, "Check your memory, you didn't" He smiled and rubbed the spot I poked and said, "Sorry. I thought I did," and thanked the man and headed back towards the car with me in tow. On the way out the door, I could have sworn the man behind the desk was on the phone with someone telling them they wouldn't believe who just checked in. We went through the gate and down the winding path, into the woods, around two turns and finally to camp site 58. After parking, we started unloading the car and Todd looked at me and said, "So, you wanna do the naked thing or what?" "I don't know. If I had been told," I said, giving him the evil eye look, "I could have prepared for it." Walking to me, he put his hands around my back and said, "Honestly, I didn't know it was clothing optional. I searched on the net for a gay campground. It didn't say anything about being a nudist resort." I put my head on his shoulder and my arms under his and around his back and said, "I don't care if we are naked or not, I just wanna be with you." "So, does that mean we can get naked?" he asked with a smile in his voice. Pulling away from him, I said, "You can if you want, I still need to get used to the idea. I'm afraid I might get hard." "So what? I'm sure I'll get hard but won't care if anyone sees. My dick has an eye just for you," he said, smiling big. "Ha ha, funny," I said, catching the joke. "Go ahead and strip. By night fall, I'm sure I'll be naked, too." Before he even touched anything else from the car, he was down to just his shoes and socks in no time. Watching him while still unloading, I noticed how sexy he really was and how lucky I was that it was me he wanted to be with. He caught me staring and asked me if there was something wrong. "No. Just admiring your body," I said. "Yeah, well, I wish I could admire your hot body," hinting that I needed to get out of my clothes. "I told you, by night fall, most likely," I said in a playfully aggravated tone, I heard him say `damn' under his breath and then grabbed the tent and started putting everything together. I grabbed the cooler and sat it on the picnic table and then the towels, sleeping bag and the blanket we brought. When the tent was set up, I got inside and started setting up the make shift bed. Todd grabbed a piece of foam rubber and told me to put that down first, and then I put the sleeping bag on top of that, a flat sheet and then the top sheet with the blanket. Looking at everything, I realized we might get pretty hot during the night, but we damn sure wouldn't get cold. He threw me the pillows and I placed them where they should be. Before I could move, I felt Todd come up behind me and spoon his body against mine. Whispering in my ear, he said, "Wanna fool around a little?" Feeling his hot breath on my neck and in my ear, I completely gave into him. He pushed me all the way in the tent and zipped us inside. After we were done, we slept for about twenty minutes before we got out and walked around. He talked me into not putting anything back on, and I gave in, only to please him. We walked through the woods and around the property, inspecting the pool, the gym and the club house. Inside was a pool table and we played a game or two. Well, actually, Todd played and tried to show me. I wasn't any good, but I gave it my best shot. The best part was when he would press his body against mine to show me how to line up a shot. With his crotch in my butt, I couldn't concentrate but I tried my best to listen to his words. In the end of both games, he won with me still having five of my seven balls still on the table. We passed a few guys who gave us casual glances and waved to welcome us. We stopped and talked to a few who got our attention. All of the guys we saw were in their late forties and older. By far, we were the youngest there. On the way back to our campsite, we ended up passing by another man who made a fuss over us. "Oh, my God," he exclaimed. Both of us shocked, we looked behind us and asked what he was talking about. "You, of course. You two boys are the best things these old eyes have seen in a very long time." I blushed and Todd thanked him. Looking at Todd, he said, "My God, the muscles on you. Look at those abs and that dick." I know I was starting to feel uncomfortable and I think Todd was as well. Looking back at his face, the eyes caught his attention and he was speechless for a moment. "Oh, my God. You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen," said the man with sincerity. "Thank, you, sir." "Ah," said the man, putting his hand on his chest like he was offended. "Please don't call me sir. It makes me feel old." The man looked like he was in his late sixties/early seventies and I thought to myself, `you are old' so I thought the title fit. Extending his hand, he said, "Please, call me Ruby." Thinking it was odd that a man have a woman's name, Todd shook, more like took it in his hand like he was about to kiss it, and then I did the same. Curiosity got the better of me, I asked, "Is Ruby your real name?" Looking me up and down, pausing a moment on my genitals, he looked back at me and said, "You're so innocent. No, Ruby's not my real name, but that's what everyone calls me. I'm like the mother hen of the campground. I live over in the Rainbow Patch. I'm in the trailer that has the rainbow lights everywhere. Many, many ages ago, I used to perform all over this country, and then one day, the calls stopped. My name was Ruby Monroe. I was the original blonde. I swear, I think Marilyn stole her look from me." I became more and more confused the more Ruby talked, but after a few more minutes, he bid us farewell telling us to stop by anytime to see him. As we walked back, I asked Todd if he understood that conversation. "I think he used to do drag, from the way he was talking and the name." "Who's Marilyn?" "Marilyn Monroe. Ruby Monroe, get it?" "Oh," I said, like a light bulb going off over my head. "You need to stop reading the history books and get caught up on your pop culture." Poking him in his side, making him pull back, I said, "When I start getting tested on pop culture, I will, but they only teach history." Smiling at me, he said, "You poke me like that again, I will attack you." Turning on the defensive, I put my hands up to guard my body and started walking backwards. "I'm sorry, Todd. Please don't tickle me. I didn't mean to." He started walking faster, jumping at me every few steps or so with his hands ready to grab my sides. "Please, Todd," I pleaded through my laughter. "Don't tickle me. I'm sorry, I'll do anything." "Nothing you can do will take back what you did to me. I'll give you a five second head start." Without any warning, he started counting. My feet were flying by the time he said two and he was running after me laughing just as hard as myself. Right around sundown, Todd and I headed up to the pool for a swim before dinner and bed. We raced to see who the fastest was. I guess I had more the swimmer's build and my sleek body soared through the water like a bird through air. I only won by a second or so each time, but now I knew of something that I was better at than Todd. We competed to see who could give the bigger splash. With the thickness of Todd's body because of the muscle he had, he won that one easily. We horsed around, played grab ass, we cooled down holding each other while we talked. All in all, we just had a good time being with each other. As we were holding each other, music started coming from the nearby woods. It was a rock-n-roll song but Todd started swaying to the music as if it were a slow ballad. I followed suit and let him lead the way. A moment later, he put his lips on mine and we kissed with little pecks and lingering touches. So caught up on our make out session, we never heard the gate open. "Oh, excuse me, boys," said a disembodied voice from behind me. Todd and I pulled apart, slightly, and looked over at him. He was wearing only a towel and because there was a light shining behind him, only his silhouette was visible. "I just wanted to get a swim in before bed. You mind if I join you?" "Sure," Todd said and the man dropped his towel on a nearby chair and jumped in. Coming back to the surface, he said, "Damn, the water's perfect." Instead of swimming, he sort of just kicked in one spot and continued to stare at us. "You two new here? I don't remember seeing you guys before." "It's our first time," Todd answered. "I thought there might be more guys our age here, but it's nice. Peaceful." "It is a nice place to come to. We're like a little community. A lot of us live here but most just come up for the weekend to relax." Looking at me, he said, "So, how `bout you, little one? You like it?" "Yes. It's my first time camping. Nice and quiet. Just hanging out without any cares in the world." "Since it's your first time, I hope you make the best of it. But just a warning, be careful if you go to the trails." "What's that?" Todd asked. "The trails are where everyone goes to play around. I've seen a little of everything back there. Sucking, fucking, S & M, roll play, watersports. Hell, I've even seen fisting." Seeing the confused look on my face, Todd whispered, "I'll explain everything, later." Making his way towards us, the man came over and said, "I'm Adrian, by the way." When the light hit his face, I saw that he was young, about twenty five or so, with very impressive features. His wet hair was slicked back and his eyes were twinkling in the light. "Blake," I said, shaking his hand. "This is my boyfriend, Todd." That was my first time using the word boyfriend. It sounded weird, but I liked it. Todd shook his hand and Adrian excused himself. "I guess I better head up to bed." "You didn't do any swimming," I pointed out. "That's what I call swimming. I just like to get wet. It's all the same to me." "So, you live here?" Todd asked as he got out of the pool. "Yeah. I live in the main house. Ronald, the man who checked you in, he's my partner. My daddy bear." I was stunned. An old man and a young guy. I realized there was a lot I had to learn about this community. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Ya'll have a good swim," and he turned to leave. "Thanks," we both said. Todd explained what Adrian was talking about, when he was interrupted. Adrian came back and said, "By the way, boys, tomorrow night you'll see more guys here. A lot of them will be around your age." He gave a sly smile and walked away, again. After a while longer, we got out of the pool and walked hand in hand back to our tent. Todd went around and found some wood so we could build a fire to cook our hot dogs. After dinner, the swim had taken so much out of us, we fell asleep, quickly. The next day was much of the same. We just hung out, talked, played cards, touched each other, horsed around. We could barely keep our hands to ourselves, but we never touched each other sexually. Just the playing around was all we needed. At one point, Todd walked away to the thick bushes at the back of our site to use the bathroom. Watching him walk away, I was aware that my feelings for him were growing stronger. Ever since the night I let the "L" word slip, he's never mentioned it and I was beginning to wonder how he felt about me. I was scared that if I asked him, I might not like his answer. I told myself that I would rather us stay like we were than to loose him all together because I asked him how he felt. I pushed the thought from my mind and realized I was watching him pee. I turned my head to give him his privacy and shuffled the cards. Around three, we were playing a new card game when we started hearing the grinding of gravel. The sound grew louder by the second and soon, there was a car coming down the path. As it passed, two guys inside yelled a hello and we waved back. "At least everyone's friendly," I said to Todd. By six 'o'clock, every campsite around us was taken. Guys would set up their tents, get things situated, remove their clothes and come over and introduce themselves then move down the line. There was another couple who had never been there before. They were tall, fit guys, late twenties, one with blond hair, one with black. They said they had heard about the campground and wanted to check it out. They introduced themselves as Jay and Corey. Jay was older by two years at twenty seven. I smiled to myself in how right I was in my assessment of them. We told them what we did the day before and how there weren't many people around. We told them about Ruby, the gym, the pool table and the pool. Todd also remembered to warn them about the trails. He explained what it was and for some strange reason, Jay got a big smile on his face. Corey thanked us and they started back to their site. "Why was Jay smiling like that?" I asked. "Don't know. Maybe he and Corey could go back there and have sex or something." As an afterthought, he said, "It might be cool to watch." "What?" I asked. "Well, I think it might be kind of a turn on. I mean, watching someone else have sex, in person. We've only watched movies; this would be right before our eyes." "I don't know. That sounds too kinky to me." "What's so kinky about it? We would be watching two people fuck." Looking at him, I said, "Yeah, but they would be fucking specifically for us to watch." "Yeah, but maybe that's their thing. Maybe they like to put on a show." "Why would anyone want to have sex in front of other people?" I asked, a little confused. I thought it was something only two people did together in private. "Don't know, but. . ." He paused for a second, and then said, "Never mind." I was afraid to ask him to continue, so I dropped it. After a while, we headed down to the pool and found it was full with a water polo game. We came in the gate and took some chairs on the side to watch the fun. A little while later, two guys left the pool and someone called for Todd and me to take their place. We agreed and got on opposite sides from each other as people introduced themselves to us. They greeted us with open arms, and before long, I was enjoying myself more and more. After an hour or so, too many people had left the pool and there were only about five of us remaining. One of the remaining guys called off the game and two others started removing the net. Todd came over to me and asked if I was ready for dinner. I said that I was and we started to leave. "Hey," a cute, twenty something, tall guy called after us. We turned and he asked, "You're not leaving, are you?" "We're going to get something to eat," I told him. Walking over to us, I couldn't help but watch the swing of his penis back and forth. Stopping in front of us, he said, "Listen, my partner and I have a cabin up the hill, near the shower room. We're gonna have a few people over later. Why don't you stop by? Around ten." Looking at Todd, I gave a slight nod and he said we would try. He said goodbye to us and Todd and I both ended up staring at his butt. Before he turned around again, we both scooted through the gate and headed down the hill. We made a fire and cooked the dogs. We didn't talk while we were eating and I felt the silence become awkward. Figuring I would lighten the mood, I asked, "What were you going to say this afternoon?" Giving me that, `What are you talking about,' look, I continued, "When you said, never mind. What were you going to say?" Thinking for a second, he said, "Oh, that. I was gonna say that. . .maybe. . . it would be kinda hot to let somebody watch us have sex." "Are you serious?" "It was just a thought," he added in his defense. Getting up, he took the paper plate and shoved it into our trash bag, then walked over to the tent. "I don't know if I could do that. That's a private thing. Why would you want someone to watch?" "I just think it might be. . . stimulating," he said, finding the right word to express what he was trying to say. Standing, I turned towards him and asked, "Do I not stimulate you anymore? Is the sex getting boring?" "What? No," he said, coming over to me. "It was just a thought. I'll never do something like that unless you want to do it, too. Just being with you is all I need. If that means we have sex in the tent, then that's what we'll do." Watching me, I tried to think of something to say. Nothing came to mind and I lowered my head and looked at his chest. Todd wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. "Just being with you is what makes me happy. I guess I was thinking too much." Wrapping my arms around his back, I returned the pressure and pulled us together tighter. Pulling my head off his shoulder, I looked into his dancing green eyes, reflected from the firelight and said, "Maybe we won't have to be in the tent tonight," and pressed my lips against his. I saw his eyes widen and felt his lips pull into a smile as I did so. At ten, we headed up to the cabin we were invited to. When we arrived, there were about six guys already there. When the guy we saw earlier invited us in, I noticed a rancid odor in the air and my face bunched up from the smell. I looked over and saw a guy puffing on a cigarette. I knew that wasn't the smoke from a cigarette and figured it must be marijuana. My first thought was that we needed to leave, but when Todd made no effort to do so, I changed my mind. `So, I'm around it. Doesn't mean I have to smoke it,' I thought to myself. The man who invited us to the party finally introduced himself as Brad. Closing the door, he said, "And this is, Al," pointing to the man sitting in the chair just behind the door. He waved and we returned the greeting. "Next to him is Brian, Al's partner, Daniel. On the couch we have Eric, his partner, Greg and my partner, James," he said, pointing to the last man standing on the opposite side of the room from Al. I would guess the oldest man there was very early thirties and youngest was probably nineteen, besides Todd and myself. Looking around at the guys, Brad exclaimed, "You bitches!! Do you realize you're sitting in alphabetical order?" The guys all looked at the order they were sitting in and started to laugh. Greg and Eric changed positions and asked, "There, that better?" After the laughter died, Brad finally asked us to introduce ourselves, since he never got our names. "Hi, I'm Todd," he said, putting up his hand and waving to everyone. "And this is my boyfriend, Blake." I waved, too, and Brad told us to sit anywhere we could find. Going to the kitchen, he asked, "You want something to drink? I've got vodka, gin, triple sec, rum, tequila, wine and some beer." Without thinking, I said, "I'm not old enough, yet." I felt Todd stiffen as Brad turned to look at me. "Well, dear, how old are you?" I was trying to get any sense from Todd, but I couldn't feel anything, so I said, "Seventeen." "Seventeen? Oh, my God. You look much older. I thought you were twenty two or something." Looking at Todd, Brad said, "Don't tell my you're seventeen, too." "No. I'm eighteen." "Holy, fuck." Looking around the room, Brad asked, "What the hell are people feeding kids, now a day?" Putting a big smile back on his face, he said, "Well, we won't tell anyone if you won't." I told him that I would like a Coke, if he had one while Todd chose a beer. I knew I was just his boyfriend, but I wanted to act like his mother and tell him no, but then I realized if I did, I would be acting like my mother, so I kept my mouth shut. Having received our respective drinks, Brad sat on the arm of James' chair. We didn't talk about anything in particular. They bantered on about some people they knew that we didn't. Some stories we heard were funny, others, just confusing. Brad offered more drinks to the guests and Todd agreed to another beer. I told him I was fine, still having some Coke left. Taking his seat again, they continued talking. After a few minutes, the conversation started to turn to sex. Brian was talking about some new sex toy that he had tried on some `trick', was the word he used, and how the guy blasted all over his bed. Not to be outdone, Eric started talking about how he fucked Greg for so long and refused to let him cum that when he finally did, he just about hit the ceiling. No one else believed it and they were trying to yell over the crowd about the honesty of the statement. Finally, Al broke through the noise and looked at us. "How much do you two shoot?" All eyes were on us. "I don't know. I've never really paid attention and his eyes are usually shut," Todd answered, pointing a thumb at me. Brian cut in and said, "So, Todd, you're usually fucking Blake?" "That's none of your business," I said, cutting Todd off. "What we do and how we do it is for us to know." "Hey, sorry," Brian said, sitting back in his seat with his hands up in a defeated gesture. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I was just guessing from the way Todd said it, you were the one getting fucked." "Yeah, well, we could also be jerking off together, too." "He's gotta point," Al chimed in. "Anybody ready for the trails?" James asked the room, changing the subject. "I am," Daniel said, trying to break the awkwardness in the air. Soon after, everyone else agreed as well. Looking at us, Brad said, "So, what about you two?" "I don't think so. We'll probably go for a walk then back to the tent," Todd stated. "Awe, come on. It'll be fun," James chimed in. "Nah, thanks anyway." "Suit yourselves," Brian said, grabbing some lube off the table next to him and stood up. Todd and I went ahead and left while the others did what they had to do. Outside, I looked at Todd and said, "Can you believe that guy? Asking us that question?" "You didn't have to jump down his throat about it." "I didn't. It's just none of his business what we do." "I know, but I still think you could've gone easier on him." "I don't." "I agree with you. It's none of his business, but I think I would have handled it better." "How," I asked, still walking. "I don't know. Maybe just say something that kept him guessing." "Like what?" I asked, trying to be smart and put him on the spot. "I don't know, maybe. . . like you were the one fucking me." "How would that have kept him guessing?" "Look at me. I've got the football build and you have that swimmer's build. Imagine, you the skinny, toned dude, fucking the muscle bound footballer. That would've probably thrown `em for a loop." Imagining it in my head, a big smile crept across my face. "You're right. They probably wouldn't have believed it." I laughed a little and Todd put his arm across my lower back and said, "C'mon. Let's go for a walk around the camp." Putting my arm across his back and hanging my other hand on his shoulder, I smiled and said, "Okay." On our walk, we had to pass through an empty field to get up towards the pool and clubhouse and as we did, I looked up. "Oh, wow!" I exclaimed. Todd took my lead and looked up and saw thousands of stars twinkling down at us. "Beautiful, isn't it?" "Yeah," I said, lost in my gaze. He pulled away from me and stood behind me. Placing his left hand on my shoulder, he pointed with the other and said, "See those three stars there? They look like they are in a straight line, equal distance from each other?" "Yeah," I said. "Take the top and bottom of those stars, look over and you'll see two more stars, turning them into a box." Moving his finger to let me know where he was talking about, he asked, "You see `em?" "Oh, yeah." "Now, follow the top two stars up and you'll see, up and to the left, three more stars. It makes it look like a soup ladle." Looking hard, I couldn't see what he was talking about. "I don't see it." "Okay, let's work backwards. See that bright, bright star?" he asked, pointing higher. "Yeah." "That's the North Star, Polaris. It's the only star in the sky that never moves. Look below it and you'll see two more stars, almost in a straight line." "Okay, I see them." "Now, connect them with the box and you have the Little Dipper." "Okay, I see it now. Cool," I said. We stood out there and he showed me the Orion's Belt, Cepheus, which looked like a space ship. Draco, which looks like a snake, not really any shape but very squiggly. Cassiopeia, which looked like a big `W' and Andromeda, which just looked like three stars. After he fell silent, he put his arms under mine and wrapped them around me and held me close. Our naked bodies pressed together as one. I stopped admiring the stars when he did that, closing my eyes, instead, to feel his warmth. After a few more minutes, he let go and grabbed my hand and we continued our walk. We saw a few people sitting around fires, some dressed, other's not. We waved when they looked at us. A few invited us to join them, but we politely declined and continued on our way. Since it was dark, and we didn't have a flashlight with us, we stayed on the trail, figuring it would bring us back to where we started. We just wanted to be with each other, holding hands in the silence. The warm night air was just perfect and there was no need to rush back to the tent. Down the trail, around turns and up small inclines, we started hearing noises from in front of us. It wasn't talking, that we could make out, but it peaked our curiosity enough to keep going. We got to one spot and the trail forked. We didn't know which one to take, so we took the right one. That's where the noise was coming from. We figured that must be towards the campsites. The noise became walking more than anything else. Every once in a while, we heard some talking, but it wasn't constant. We waked about another forth of a mile, when Todd spotted movement up ahead. "I see someone. C'mon," he said and kept leading the way. A few steps later, we both saw the same image and froze. The movement Todd saw up ahead was of a man fucking another. We looked at each other in the darkness, barely able to make out our faces and Todd started walking ahead. I pulled back on his hand and said, "What are you doing?" "Going to get a closer look. C'mon." "No, Todd. Let's go back." Stepping closer to me, face to face, I think, he said, "Let's just walk the trail for a few minutes. We won't do anything but look. Just five minutes." Giving in, I said, "Okay, but don't let go of my hand. I'm afraid I'll lose you in the dark if you do." Putting his other hand on mine, he said, "I won't," and pulled me forward. As we walked, we came within two feet of the first couple we spotted and the guy getting fucked was moaning in time with the other guys inward thrust. I couldn't help but stare and as I did, I started to get turned on. We kept going and saw two more couples. They were making use of a bench that was placed in the area. "See that?" Todd whispered to me, turning a little. "Yeah," I whispered back. Their positioning was different. One guy was lying on the bench, while another guy was bent over him and they were sucking each other while two other guys were fucking them. "Wow," I said, to no one in particular. We walked even further and spotted a big group of guys ahead. When we got close enough, someone had a flashlight pointing toward the sky, but with leaves and branches all around, the light was being reflected in just a way to be able to see everything ahead very clearly. It was still dark, mind you, but it was easier to see. We got a little closer and saw all types of activities. There were guys sucking other guys, some bending over while others fucked them. There was a line of three guys waiting to fuck some young guy. From the look of it, it looked like it was Daniel from the cabin. The nineteen year old that hardly spoke. Now he was getting fucked and not by Al. He was the third person in line. Looking past them, someone had put a swing out there, but after asking Todd, he said he thought it was a sling, instead. I had to remember to ask him later how he knew about all this stuff. I was beginning to wonder if he was a pro and not telling me about it. Still mesmerized by the scenes in front of me, Todd tapped me on the shoulder and told me to look past the train waiting their turn on Daniel. When I did, I saw a man squatting with half his arm disappeared. It was up the ass of someone else. Leaning towards me, Todd whispered, "That's fisting." "Oh, gross," I said, a little too loud, I think. I covered my mouth and quickly turned my eyes back to the regular stuff that was going on. A second later, I heard Todd say, "Hmmm, that feels good." "What does?" "Your hand on my dick?" A little appalled he didn't know the difference between my hand and someone else's; I slapped him in the face, gently and said, "You mean this hand?" He opened his eyes and looked at my outstretched hand and knew he was holding my other; he stepped back quickly and turned. There were three guys standing there, with no one looking at him. He had no idea who grabbed him but I told him it was time to go when I felt someone run a finger down my crack. I pulled away before they could go any further and pulled Todd with me back down the trail. "Hey, why're we leavin'?" Not looking back, I said, "Because someone just tried to finger me. Plus, it's been about fifteen minutes." He didn't protest, but turned his head to continue watching while I pulled him in the right direction. Once back on the right trail, we slowed our walk and he came up next to me again. "That was kinda hot, you gotta admit." Trying to hide the smile in my voice, I said, "Okay, so it might've been hot." "I knew it," he said, smiling at me. "It turned you on." "Yeah, it did, but it just seems strange to do that with a lot of other people around. And Daniel. I can't believe it." "Yeah, I know. Three guys waiting to fuck him." "Why would Al want someone else to fuck his boyfriend? I mean if you fucked someone else, I would be major jealous." "You would?" he asked, sort of surprised. "Hell, yeah, I would. Not to be possessive or anything, but that dick hanging between your legs is mine." "Not to be too technical, but it is attached to me." "Yeah, and I can have it when ever I want it. No one else." "Really?" he asked, playing with me. "You can have my dick anytime you want it." "Uh, yeah," I said in that surfer dude type voice. "You're always horny so that means, when ever I want it, most likely you'll give it to me." Silent for a second, he said, "Well, you gotta point there. I'm fucking horny all the time. If you'd let me, I'd probably fuck you twenty four hours a day. "I know. Thank God that doesn't happen, my ass couldn't take it. But, when we get back to the tent, we'll take care of it." He didn't say anything, but his walking did seem to get a little faster. When we got to the campsite, Todd turned and started to kiss me. I gave in and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. Mine found his and practically invited it to stay over for the night. While we were kissing, he moved his hand down and wrapped it about my flaccid member and started pulling and tugging on it to give it attention. In a few moments, it was standing at full mast. Breaking the kiss, he kept his hand on my dick and started to head towards to tent. I never moved and when he noticed, he turned and got close and saw my eyes flick over towards the table. "Never done it under the stars, before," I said to him. He let go of me and went to the tent. I was confused and was about to follow him when he returned with the blanket and put it out over the picnic table. During our lovemaking, Todd was at the end of the table with my ass hanging off while he had his arms wrapped around my back and mine around his shoulders. We were kissing and finally, needing to breath, I put my head on his shoulder while he continued his long, slow thrusts into me. Getting my breath back, I opened my eyes and noticed a figure about twenty feet away. Looking harder, I realized there were more than one. "Oh, shit," I whispered. Stopping his thrusts, he looked at me and asked, "What?" "Don't look, but there are about five or six guys watching us." Smiling, he said, "Really?" "Uh, yeah." Still not moving, he asked, "Whatcha wanna do?" "I want them to go away." "What if they won't?" Thinking for a few moments, I relented and said, "I guess we gotta give `em a show. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you stop fucking me now." I could hear the glee in his voice. "You sure?" "Yeah, go ahead." "Why don't you really give them a show? Moan a little louder. Get a little crazy." "I don't know if I could do that." "Well, I could fuck it out of you." "You might have to; it wouldn't be fair to act. Might as well give them the real thing if they're gonna watch." Todd kissed me again and I let my arms drape over his shoulder as he continued his thrusting. He slowly sped up the process and my moans got louder and louder with authentic pleasure. He lowered me down with my back on the table and really started to give it to me. In a little louder than normal voice, I started playing along. "Fuck me, Todd. Give me that big dick. C'mon, big boy, ride this pony!!!" I could hear Todd stifle his laughter for a moment then it turned to real moans of pleasure. I knew he was getting close. I reached up and started tweaking his nipple and with the other hand, reached around my ass and got ready to grab his balls. When he told me he was about to cum, I grabbed his balls in my hand and started massaging the tight skin. When I did, he gave a guttural grunt so loud, I could swear I heard an echo. The manliness behind the great noise and Todd thrusting one final time against my prostate sent me over the edge. Todd had his body leaned over me and since my hands were occupied, he grabbed my dick and started jerking me into a frenzy. I blasted all over his face and chest before it finally started to dribble down my erection. When our climaxes passed, he collapsed on top of me, causing his dick to slip out, and kissed me deeply. When we regained our breathing, we heard polite applause behind us. Pulling up just a little and breaking the kiss, Todd said, "Ride this pony?" "Hey, you said to get a little crazy." "I just about busted out laughing." "I know. I heard. I almost started laughing, too." After the crowd departed, Todd grabbed a towel and started wiping his chest clean while he tried to lick everything he could reach off his face. After we cleaned up, we headed for the tent and I spooned in Todd's arms while we slept. The next day, much of the same events occurred. We just hung out, played cards, went to the pool. During the course of our day, we got a few `Good show last night', or `That was hot'. We smiled and thanked them. We didn't exactly know how to respond. For dinner this night, we got something from the snack bar. They had pizza so we decided it was better than hot dogs. After eating, we hung out at the pool for a while longer until about ten or so. We wanted to get an early start in the morning on the ride back home, so we headed back to the site to get ready for bed. Once there, I looked at Todd and asked, "You wanna do it outside again?" He smiled at me and said, "We might get an audience." "Fuck, `em. Let `em watch." "Great," he said as he retrieved the blanket we used the evening before. After spreading it across the table, I looked at him and said, "Make it last. Nice and slow." He smiled and held up a finger to tell me to hold on a sec. He went to the car and rolled down the window facing us and turned on the radio. He tuned it around until he found some slow music. When he was satisfied, he came back over to me and we started our usual kissing and touching as foreplay. I never paid any attention to whether there was an audience or not, but during the sex, a song came over the radio that I loved. Todd had me up close to his body, holding me while my butt was on the edge of the table. When the song came on, I had him stop for a second. "I love this song," I said to his dubious look. "You stopped me for a song?" "Just for a second. This is `Hero' by Enrique Iglesias." "I like that song, too." He looked at me and started to lip sync the words. I watched every movement his mouth made. A second later, I put my head on his shoulder and he started his slow thrusts again. Listening to the song while feeling the pleasure run through my body, I made it a point to find out how Todd felt about me. Turning my head so that my mouth was close to his ear, I got into the sex a little more, lifting myself up to meet his thrusts. Letting him think I was totally into it, I said, "Oh, God, I love you." His rhythm never changed nor did he respond. He started getting faster and finally he lowered me down and within a few minutes, we were both done for the night. Getting in the tent, we got into our usual positions. Within a few moments time, I heard Todd's breath fall into that steady rhythm of sleep while my eyes stayed open half the night, wondering if he really loved me. To Be Continued. Comments welcomed at dsc110875@hotmail.com. If you want to be added to the email notification list for chapter postings, just ask.