Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2008 22:45:05 -0700 From: Kevin Subject: Salvation of a Boylover, Part 3 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This story may contain material of a homosexual, and more specifically a man-boy nature. If you are under 18 you are supposed to exit this story and this site. Apparently the lawmakers, the psychiatrists advising them, and a portion of the general public feel that you're unable to discern between good and bad, right and wrong, predatory and nice, as well as deeming you incapable of having true feelings for someone. If you're over 18 and do not wish to read this type of material, you are advised that you should leave this story and this site. It is also possible for the area you live in that reading such a story would be against your statutes, laws, or codes. Please be aware of the laws governing your area. Additionally, this is as fictional as I can make it. No characters contained herein are intended to represent any real world person. All that being said, read on. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The truly beautiful thing about boys is that they are, indeed, beautiful. As Tommy sat in the passenger seat of my van as we drove to one of our state camping parks outside of our fine city, the sun glinted off his light-brown hair to make it the color of the sun itself. For those of you that haven't mentored, tutored, or otherwise personally interacted with 13-14 year olds, they can be as deep, as intelligent, and as enigmatic as they are beautiful. Grade-wise, overall Tommy was probably slightly better than a B-average student. Occasionally he got a C, but mostly he seemed to get B's with a few A's. As far as being complex, he was not only a young teen, he was basically without parents (another story in itself), and he made it a point to try to learn about everything people-wise he didn't know yet. As a side-note, he was damned near an expert on the published works regarding global warming, having taken the time to read the UN papers on said subject. He even had opinions as to why people sided with the sides they did on it. But, I digress. He read far and wide on people, and various types of people. He could tell you the peak of the career for Britney Spears, and the pivotal point of her public demise. He had read enough, it seems, to be able to start attaching theories and opinions to real-world situations fairly accurately. It was like he was 13 going on 39. Interesting, to say the least. He glanced at me and smiled big, again. He was ecstatic on being able to go camping. It was too cute. He was a little kid and an almost-adult at the same time. "So," he said, looking at the time on his cell phone, "we're about half way there, eh?" "Yup," I said, "sounds about right." "What are we going to do first?" Tommy asked. "Well, we have a few food items with us, but I think we'll hit the store up by the campground and stock up on stuff we'll both like for meals and snacks. How's that sound?" I smiled back at him. "Cool," he nodded his head in agreement. "Sounds good." "First thing is, though, getting the food, putting everything away, eating a light lunch, and then probably showing you the lay-out of the camp ground," I suggested. "Yeah, lunch," he smiled again. "I know, I'm hungry too," I added. "How about some good cheese, crackers, some not-too-hot peppers, chips, and something to drink?" "Oh yeah," he agreed. We really only had a few days worth of clothes and our toiletries to put away, along with the food we bought, and we sat down for our intended lunch. Drinks turned out to be a water for me, and a Dr. Pepper for Tommy. "Don't you want one of those wine coolers for lunch?" Tommy asked. "No more driving. Unless it makes you walk funny or something," he chided, smiling. "I already walk funny," I smirked, making a face back at Tommy. He burst out laughing. We finished eating and cleaned up our mess, and sat down for a moment to decide what to do first off. "Well, it's pretty warm still. Do you wanna go swimming?" Tommy asked. I hesitated. Yes, I wanted to go swimming but I was quite sure that with present company by my side, I'd be sporting wood on that fact alone. Let alone taking into account there'd probably be a host of other scantily clad boys in swim suits parading around. Tommy laughed, "Yeah, I just thought about that whole idea, too," he giggled. "Could be bad. I laughed back, "Yeah, good points and bad points on that idea. I like the good points, but the bad ones are..." "...way too embarassing," he finished, still laughing. "Yup," I agreed. "So, no swim suits for a while." "Fishing?" Tommy asked. "I've only ever been once, and I know I won't be any good at it, but it'd be fun." I nodded, "Fishing it is," and with that we gathered a few things and went out to the lake area to rent a small boat, life vests, a couple fishing rods, and bought some bait. I was already having a great time, and you have couldn't pull the smile off Tommy's face if your life depended on it. Good times. Fishing was fun, relaxing, and to be honest, insightful. We must've seen dozens of fish but our combined skills coaxed not a fish onto our hooks or into our boat. We took the leisure time to ask each other banal questions, like what I liked about my work, what Tommy liked about school (not much), what was the most fun thing we ever did in our life, favorite foods, times we stayed up late because we had too, and because we had fun. Favorite colors, movies, famous quotes from movies, favorite actors, favorite sport to watch on tv, favorite sport to watch live, as well as most fun with a person ever. That was Tommy's question. I went quiet while trying to figure out how to answer that one. Tommy said, both curious and careful, "It was with the boy, huh?" I nodded, "Yeah, it was," I answered quietly, and went silent. "Tell me about him. I mean, if you don't mind," Tommy asked. I cocked my head to the side, smiled a bit. I told him, encapsulated, just about everything important including why I like (the previous) Tommy, what he liked and didn't like, things that were fun or cute about him, times we laughed hard at some stupid stuff, times he told me about stuff that had hurt him in his life, and that we joked about having to move somewhere else so no one would know we were such very good friends. It was quite a story, taking a bit longer than I'd anticipated. And I even told him about the end, how Tommy'd cried for weeks when he found out he'd have to go and we'd be separated. I looked up at my current Tommy, and he not only had tears in his eyes, but streaming down his face. His eyebrows were raised a bit, in obvious disbelief. Oh no, I hadn't even thought what effect parts of my story would have on this Tommy! "Tommy, I'm so sorry.... I didn't even stop to think that...." I stammered. He shook his head rapidly a bit, and put up his hand toward me as if to say, no. "It's ok. I asked," he said, lip quivering just a little, "and I guess I knew it didn't have a good ending." I smiled feebly at him. "It's ok," he said again, "I'm the one that should be apologizing to you for having to tell me the story." "No," I assured him. "You genuinely asked, and are probably one of the few people on this Earth that I'd tell it to, and...I'm glad you asked. It was good to actually get the words out of my head and tell someone," I said truthfully, smiling. "Ok. But that sucked for you, dude," Tommy said, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, regaining composure. "Yeah, it did," and then I smiled. "But, life goes on, you roll with the punches as best you can, and meet new people that are cool and it's fun to share fun times with. Like you," and I ruffled his hair for one of the first times ever. He smiled, and took it like a boy, and then in an instant flipped over to being 13-going-on-39 and said, "and like you," and he nodded for emphasis, still smiling. "Thanks," I said, and then went into joking mode to lighten the mood. "But don't go getting all mushy on me, Cinderella, we have fish to catch, and fry for dinner." He cracked up. "Oh we're doing great at fishing. I hope we have a back-up plan for food," he countered. "Yup," I said confidently, "we do." "Oh yeah? What's that?" he mock-scoffed. "The 'frig," I said, "Final Answer." We both laughed at that one, and then conceded that we should row into shore and find some other entertainment. It was almost dinner time so we turned our equipment in and took a tour of the campground. The pool was still active with tons of kids, the game room at abound with mostly boys in wet swim suits either playing air hockey or some their favorite shoot-em-up game, and several cabins and trailer sites were starting up a fire outside to begin the first BBQ of their weekend. It just made us hungrier, so we cut the scenic tour short and headed back to our trailer. "You want to BBQ," I asked, "or eat as fast as possible?" "Fast as possible," was Tommy's instant response. I had my young friend help fix up cold cut sandwiches for both of us, get the chips out, and choice of drinks. He set the table, and even hopped up to help with the dishes afterwards. Nice! "Shower, then movie?" I proposed. He looked at me kinda funny, then smiled. "Ok. You go first, I'll go second. I have to do #2 if you don't mind, while you're showering." I laughed, "Yeah, sure. No problem. But if you hear me gasping for air, either shut the water off or call 911." We both laughed, and headed off to our clothes area to grab towels and head to the bathroom. It was hilarious. There isn't a whole lot of room in the trailer, and minimal privacy, so we both were sorta looking for spots to undress without being too immodest. Tommy finally giggled, "Well, we've both seen each others, so I guess it's no big deal," and with that he dropped his shorts and boxers in one fell swoop, pulled off his shirt, and headed toward the bathroom. Even though it was the first time I'd seen a naked boy - and this was a very cute boy, to boot - in a long time, I followed suit and whooshed by Tommy on the toilet, right into the shower. A little time passed, and then, "Remember," he reminded me, "no playing with yourself." I laughed. I hadn't forgotten, particularly, that we'd set the stage for future fooling around, but it was just funny to hear Tommy admonish me to keep my hands off my penis. "Yes, we will have to take care of things later," I said. "Yup," he agreed. I heard the toilet flush, and with almost no warning at all Tommy opened the shower curtain, poking his smiling face in. "Let me know when you're almost done? I can never wash my back very good, and if you don't mind....?" he asked. "Well," I had a little speech sorta prepared, "let's agree on some things." "Okay," he said, poker-faced. "I know you like me, and you know I like you. We trust each other, get along pretty well, and like having fun - of all sorts - together. So... the rules are simple. Be kind to each other. If it looks like someone needs some space to think, be by themselves, whatever, then so be it. But on the other hand, you're welcomed to... shower by yourself or not, hang out by yourself or not, and even sleep where you want. The only rule is that since we probably will mess around, and the shit can hit the fan if anyone even vaguely thinks that's going on, we have to be careful what we say, and do, around open windows, outside... etc. You get the picture." He nodded, probably taking it all in. "Does that mean yes to scrubbing my back?" he smiled disarmingly. "Yes, if you'd like," I smile back. "Cool," and he came in with a blast of cool air and shivered underneath the warm water for a second. He had his own arms around his chest, warming up, and I simply gave him a hug. It wasn't a long hug, but right at the end, Tommy gave me a short hug, too. It was really nice. We actually finished showering with a minimum of penis joking, a nominal amount of hugs, and lots of suds and warm water to rinse off. After a bit of ice cream and about half an hour or so into the movie, Tommy put down his nearly finished bowl of ice cream and looked at me. That look. I laughed a little, put down my bowl, and opened my arms for a hug. Tommy straddled me and slid in for a warm, slow hug complete with a sigh. It was only a matter of seconds and we were both hard a rocks. Really, I didn't even try. It was obvious that my young friend had gone about as long and as far as he could without some sort of relief. "What would you like to do, Tommy?" I asked. He shrugged, "I dunno. I just need to do something." I smiled knowingly at him. "Ok, I have a pretty good idea," I said. I went into the sleeping area and brought back some lube, and Tommy's jaw dropped. I giggled, "No, no, it's not what you think. Trust me." "Ok," he smiled. "Take off your boxers and sit like this," and I directed him to straddle my legs facing me so that our two erect members were touching each other. I then applied lube to his rigid boyhood first, them mine. Massaging his balls, I began to jack us together with my other hand. He threw his head back and sharply inhaled. He could come in seconds, so I slowed it down, back to the balls, massaged the inside of his legs, around his butt a little, and then back every once in a while to his waiting, and wanting, dick. I then used both hands, and massaged our dicks together, jacking up and down every so often but not for the most part. Tommy began to breathe heavily and then his stomach muscles got that twitch, signaling he was very, very close. I reached down and massaged his butt hole and fingered him slightly, and jacked with the other hand, increasing in speed pretty quickly. By now, I was almost as close as he was from watching his orgasm build. "OH SH..." he tried to say, and them grunted heavily, repeatedly as he jettisoned his sperm straight up, and onto both of our stomachs. His milk flowed over both of our dicks, and once I saw his sperm creaming all over me, I squirted big time. There is n-o-t-h-i-n-g like coming at the same time as your young friend, with both of you seeing the other in the pure ecstacy of the moment. I was just slowing down on my cum when Tommy cut loose again, cumming a second time. Not as much this time, but still a lot, and with all the dramatics of the first time. We were both still spasming, but no more wet squirts, and then we both settled down a bit. "Oh.....damn....." he said, and giggled a littled. "That was intense." I just nodded. I couldn't speak yet. A couple minutes later I managed to get up and go to the kitchen sink and get the dish towel, wetted it, and brought it back to clean us up. Still panting, Tommy quipped, "I hope you have at least one more of those in the cupboard," and he smiled me Tommy Cheshire cat smile." "Nope, all out," I joked. Tommy just giggled. Soooo cute. He just shook his head. "What?" I asked softly. "Same what as the last time," he smiled. I laughed a little, "and what is that?" "Not yet," he told me honestly, smiling. "Almost." I nodded in agreement. This time, it was my turn to shake my head. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments to kevroc54321@tns.net -----------------------------------------------------------------------