Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 16:17:22 EDT
From: PL
Subject: Eric from Camp

How do you write about your lover? You're tempted to try and make him come off
in a good light, because you can't imagine loving anybody else quite so much,
but you're afraid that anybody who reads your description without knowing the
genuine article will misunderstand. I've known Eric since 1995, his first year
at my camp. I was a 16-year-old Assistant Counselor and he was a 15 year old
camper. That was his first year at camp, and he was best camper. That's kind
of an oddity, since best camper usually goes to a kid who's been there for at
least a few years. In any case, he was a AC the next year, and joined me on
the staff in 1997.  When I first met him in '95, I fell in love for the first
and only time. He was about 5'9", 150, short tousled brown hair and deep brown
eyes you could fall into forever. He also had a beautiful build - a creamy
golden tan all over, and not an ounce of body fat on him. The night I met him,
when all the campers were enjoying their evening activity, I snuck into his
bunk and went through his laundry bag, just to smell him again. We became fast
friends, but nothing happened that year, nor the next year when he was a AC
and I was on the staff. But his first year on the staff was when we really got
to spend time together -- taking days off out of camp and hanging out 24/7.

I couldn't get enough of this kid. By the summer of '97, he was teaching
technical rock climbing, and had developed an incredibly well defined build.
Not over-muscled, you could nonetheless trace every individual muscle and
tendon all over his hard, tanned body. Every minute I spent with him was a
chance to suggest we go swimming, climbing, running or biking, so I could see
him shirtless and breathless. I often wished I could be the sweat running down
over that pair of hairless pecs, dripping off each hard and perfect nipple,
over each ridge of his washboard stomach, into the fuzzy trail of hair into
his shorts. But it was his face that drew your eyes back every time. He had a
full pair of lips underneath a strong nose, and a chiseled jawline that would
put any model to shame. But his deep brown eyes were the most distinctive
feature. You couldn't say no when he locked them on yours and drew you into
himself. I still can't. 

But I'm not bad looking either. I'm 6' and 185, with blond hair and green
eyes. Not as tan as Eric, I'm still pretty dark during the summer, and since I
teach kayaking, I have great definition in my whole upper body. My chest
hair's blond, too, the few hairs that circle my nipples and the fuzz that
starts below my belly button and browns a bit to surround my 7 1/2" cut cock
above a pair of low hanging, hairless balls.

Anyway, during that summer we worked out together and pretty soon we were
quite a pair. He had grown to about 5'11" and 165, with the same dreamy eyes.
One hot night in July after the kids were in bed, we worked out and then were
sitting around in the staff cabin, shirtless and sweating, throwing back a
couple of beers. As conversations between guys often do, ours eventually
concerned itself with sex and sports. He's ten times the climber I am, and I'm
ten times the kayaker and though neither of us is bad at either, we enjoy
giving each other shit about how poorly we do at each other's sport. 

With a few beers in me (I don't drink much during the summer), I was buzzing
lightly and feeling brave. And with this stud in front of me, I was having
trouble controlling the tent in my shorts. We bluffed with macho bravado about
what we'd done with women, and I suddenly got the impression that he was
trying as hard to make convincing lies as I was. I'd never slept with a woman,
and though I had fooled around with guys a bit, I was hardly experienced there
either. So I was trying to make up believable stories about my conquests
with the opposite sex. Then I realized that his stories were ringing as
falsely in my ears as mine. In a rush of foolish bravery, I turned the topic
to something I'd wanted to do for years.

"Have you ever thought about doing it with a guy?" I asked.

"I dunno," he shrugged, but his eyes belied his words.

I think I said something stupid about how a blow job from a guy, even though
it would be gross in concept, would probably feel as good as one from a woman.
Eric laughed and suddenly leaned forward and put his hand on my leg.

"Probably," he said.

I looked down and saw that his cock was straining to be free of his mesh
shorts, and that precum had stained the fabric at the tip. I rubbed my leg
underneath his hand and put my hand on his chest, lightly caressing the firm
contours of his perfect pecs. He held my chin with his free hand, and slowly
drew me close to him. His incredible eyes locked into mine and my heart
tightened when I saw they were moist.

With his hand trembling on my jaw, he said, "I've loved you for so long. I've
wanted you since the day we met. I've waited and contented myself with being
your friend because I couldn't bear to lose your friendship by gambling for
your love."

And then we kissed. 

My heart broke.

When the world that he had smashed into a thousand pieces slowly came together
again, three seconds, three minutes, or three hours later, I broke the kiss so
I could look at him again.

"You've made me wait too long for this?" I said. 

I pushed him back on the couch and lowered my hot, hard body onto his,
grinding my stiff cock against his. I kissed him again and again, still
disbelieving that he had wanted me as much as I wanted him, and afraid of
losing the moment. I kissed his lips, his neck, and began to suck the salty
sweat off his chest. I twirled my tongue around his nipple and was rewarded
with a moan of pleasure. One of his hands found its way to my head. The other
ran up and down my back. I worked the other nipple for a moment, and wended my
way down over his abs, making sure to stop at each crease. When I got to his
shorts, I sucked his cock through the fabric, enjoying the taste of his
precum. When he began to moan for me to put his cock in my mouth, I pulled
down his shorts with my teeth, and enjoyed my first look at his beautiful
cock. It was at least 7", uncut, with a slight upward curve. I pulled his
shorts all the way off and cupped his generous, hairless balls in my hand. I
held the base of his cock with the other and gently kissed the tip. A shudder
of pleasure ran through his body and a whimper escaped his lips. His eyes were
closed and his head was pressed back against the couch as he held back from
vocalizing his pleasure. I pushed my tongue underneath his foreskin and ran it
around his head. He whimpered again, and I took his cock into my mouth. I
worked up and down its length with my tongue, sucking it in and out. Then I
pushed his legs up in the air a bit and slowly jacked his cock with my hand as
I took his balls in my mouth.

He held his legs up with his hands and pushed his ass toward me. Taking the
not too subtle hint, I worked down to the perfect rosebud of his asshole.
Still jacking his hard cock with my hand, I licked around his hole until it
relaxed a little, then I pushed my tongue in. I loosened up his hole and
lubricated it well with my spit. I slowly pushed one, then two fingers in and
massaged his prostate. I got back to his cock just in time - as soon as I had
it back in my mouth, I felt his entire body tense and his balls tighten up.
Then he shot wave after wave of hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed as much as
I could, and then cleaned off his stomach where the excess had landed. I
kissed him again and his cum mingled in our mouths.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

By now my cock was covered in precum and aching for release, so dropped my
shorts, scooped up the leftovers of his cum and spread it in his asshole,
which was already well-lubricated. I put his legs over my shoulders and pushed
my cock against his hole. He almost cried out as my head slid into his tight,
hot sphincter. Once he was used to it I eased my cock in. Once I was sure he
could take my whole cock, I began to push in and out, slowly building up a
rhythm as I fucked the beautiful stud that I had wanted for two years. His
sixpack crunched and smoothed out with every stroke. No longer able to take
the sight of my best friend and confidante in such exquisite pleasure, I drove
my load deep into him. His asshole milked every last drop of cum out of me.
Then I collapsed on top of him in a pile of sweat, muscle, and cum. Despite
the heat, we spent the night in each other's arms.