Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2001 13:23:25 -0800 (PST)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Banks of the Beach Part 2

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*********************

I was really surprised I had slept as long as I did.
Thoughts of Jon swamped my mind the entire night. I
awoke at around 5:30 am. I knew there would be no way
I could get back to sleep. So I stumbled from my tent,
and made my way to the picnic table.

It was beginning to brighten outside. The sun
beginning to rise far in the distance. I had always
been intrigued by sunrises across the lake here. So I
grabbed my sandals from under the table then walked,
albeit groggily to the lake.

Jon once again entered my mind as I approached the
bank where we had met. I removed my sandals, then took
a seat on the bank, hanging my feet over the edge. I
really couldn't believe how great this trip had
started out. I would not in a million years have
expected to meet someone as amazing as Jon on a
camping trip. But it had happened, and I definently
wasn't complaining. Although I still missed Will. I
guess breaking up really is hard to do.

My heart got this saggy, heavy feeling every time I
thought of Will. And mix that with the thoughts of Jon
that were running through my head, I really felt like
shit. I was beginning to feel almost guilty over what
I had done with Jon. But who was I kidding, Will
wasn't around. His mommy and daddy probably sent him
to anti-queer classes. Poor guy, and it is all
somewhat my fault. But he loved me, and I loved him.
He taught me how great love really is. But I guess it
was too perfect to last long.

I had brought myself to tears again thinking of Will.
I had become pretty good at that over the past month
we had been apart. And I knew from my previous
experiences, trying to hold it in wouldn't work. So I
laid down on the bank and began to silently sob my
eyes out. It had been a month, almost two since I had
lost him. But it still hurt just as much as it had the
first day. Don't ever let anyone tell you it isn't
hard to get over your first love. Because if they tell
ya that, they are damned liars.

I lay sobbing on the beach when I felt the hand touch
my shoulder. I tensed up immediately. I was ready to
turn around and hit something, but the voice I heard
would put me at ease. "Cameron?" "Jon," I said back,
sitting up on the bank. "What's wrong?

There was a heartfelt concern in his voice that
snapped me right back into my feelings for him. I knew
it would be risky to tell him I was crying over my ex
boyfriend. But it was too early in the morning for me
to come up with a good excuse. So that left me with
only my truth card to play.

"Just remembering some bad memories," I spoke back
quietly.

He took a seat next to me on the bank and took my hand
in his. He brought it to his mouth and kissed it
lightly. I was once again at ease. In the dim morning
light I could see his beautiful blue eyes gazing deep
into me. I put my free hand lightly on his cheek. His
skin felt so soft against my hands. I felt an amazing
connection with this man, who I had known for less
than day.

"I think I know how you feel," He spoke softly to me.
"I've been remembering some bad things myself."

"Because of me?" I asked

"A little, I think," "Jon, I'm sorry. I didn't mean,"
I spoke before he cut me off.

"Shhhh," He said, kissing me softly on the lips. "Its
not your fault. Its hard to get over a first love. But
I can see from your eyes, you already know what I'm
talking about,"

I was amazed that I was able to be read so easily.
There was some strange connection between us. As if we
were sent for each other. I couldn't explain it. But I
was glad it was there.

"So tell me about yours," He said, breaking the
silence.

"My first love?" I asked.

"Yeah,"

"His name was Will. I'd known him for years. And just
one day, he told me he was gay. And that he knew I was
too. And from then on it was just, I can't even
describe it,"

"I know how that is," Jon spoke to me. "It was the
same way with Jason. He was just one of those people
who was like your lover, and your best friend. There
was nothing I wanted to do more than to spend every
waking moment of my life with him."

"God, that is the perfect description," I said, a very
happy tone in my voice.

I was a bit amused that things had been so similar
between us. I only hoped, for his sake that the break
up had been on happier terms than that of me and Will.
I continued to stare into his beautiful brown eyes,
soaking up as much of him as I could. The feeling of
being with him was so amazing. I never wanted it to
end.

"But I guess we both know, what's perfect doesn't
last,"

"Unfortunately you're right. Will's mom caught us
fooling around. She flipped out, pulled him out of
school, I haven't heard from him since," I finished,
beginning to get a bit emotional.

"Oh Cam, I'm so sorry," He said softly, lifting my
chin with his hand and kissing the tip of my nose.

"Its okay," I laughed a little. "I'm doing better now.
Its still hard though,"

"I know. Things went kind of like that for me and
Jason. Except he was the one, not his mom. Just out of
the blue one day, after like 8 months together, he
tells me he doesn't want to be gay anymore."

"Oh, Jon. I'm sorry," I said, hugging him to me.

"Its fine. I think having to see him everyday at
school made it easier to get over."

"Do you still talk to him?"

"I try to avoid him. We had a couple of classes
together. But we still pretty much kept our distance."


"Its sad how things turn out sometimes,"

"I know. But they're starting to look better," He
said, his penetrating smile melting my heart.

I smiled back at him and leaned in to kiss him. Our
lips gently touched, sending jolts of electricity
throughout my whole body. I laid back on the bank, and
he followed, his lips never leaving mine. I began to
run my hands through his silky brown hair, while our
tongues still probed each other's mouths. He planted
one final kiss upon my lips, then one on my nose. I
chuckled lightly, and gave him a puzzled look. His
smiled beamed at me, almost lighting the darkness
which we still sat in.

"What was the nose one for?" I asked, still laughing
about it.

"You just have a cute nose," He laughed, leaning down
and kissing it again.

"If you insist," I laughed.

He laid down on the bank and laid his head on my
chest. It was amazing how strong we had connected, in
such a short amount of time. He was able to touch my
heart in such a way. It felt like heartbreak never
existed when he was near. I was never a believer in
love at first sight. But meeting Jon may have
converted me.

"So what brings you out here so early?" I asked him,
stroking his hair.

"Couldn't sleep. I figured if I came and sat out here,
you'd show up eventually,"

I hugged him close to me and kissed the top of his
head lightly. I heard him sigh contentedly, and his
breathing slow. 'Great idea' I thought to myself as I
closed my eyes. In no time at all I drifted off to
sleep.

* * *

I was awoke by a gentle nudging in my side. I opened
my eyes, squinting quickly to avoid the sun that had
risen. My eyes connected with a set of beautiful blue
eyes, which I knew right away were Jon's. He leaned
down and kissed me lightly on the lips. I smiled at
him, then sat up.

"Morning beautiful," He said, turning to face me.

"Morning. How long did we sleep?"

"A while,"

"What time is it?"

"Time for our date," He replied.

"Oh really. And what big plans do you have for me,"

"Well I figured I'd cook you a nice breakfat, then we
could go swimming. And follow that all up with mad
passionate sex in my hot tub," He said, with a
devilish smirk on his face.

"Sounds good to me,"

"Come on," He laughed, hopping to his feet. "My
parents went to Wassau for a few days, I've got the
house all to myself,"

"Okay," I said, hopping to my feet

Jon reached over and grabbed my hand in his. It was
still somewhat early morning, so we walked down the
beach towards his house. I didn't speak the entire
walk, I just listened as Jon explained to me the
significance of the orange ribbon's tied to trees on
different spots of the trail. He explained that's
where major things in his life had happened, like his
first kiss, where he lost his virginity, or the spot
he and Jason had broke up in. It was kind of cute in a
way. The same way I had kept things that reminded me
of Will, he had marked the spots of the memories. He
must've thought it juvenile, because he started to
blush lightly. I squeezed his hand reassuringly and he
smiled at me. We both stay silent until we reached his
house. I was a bit amazed as I saw it come into full
view.

It was the true Santa Fe style house. It looked to be
at least three stories. If I didn't already know
better, I would've said it was simply a summer house
for Jon and his family. But Jon had told me on the
walk here, that they lived here year long. I sure as
hell wouldn't mind, this house had stepped out of my
dreams completely formed.

"Stop drooling over my house," Jon said, waving his
hands in front of me. "I'm the only thing you're
allowed to drool over today," He said, grabbing me by
the waist.

He leaned in and started kissing my neck. I laughed
out a little, my neck had always been a sort of
ticklish spot. I reciprocated and starting kissing his
neck, inhaling his beautiful smell. Everything about
Jon was beautiful, even his smell. He pinched my ass,
causing me to jump slightly.

"Come on," He said, once more grabbing my hand and
leading me towards the house.

We walked in and for the second time in 10 minutes I
was drooling over this house. Inside it was very like
Spanish Adobe type house. The walls were made to look
like clay, very southern for being Vermont. The first
room as we entered the house was the kitchen. Jon
directed me to the nearby bar, and instructed me to
sit. I did as he began to dig in the refrigerator. He
re-appeared with a carton of eggs and a jug of orange
juice.

"How do you like your eggs beautiful?" He asked,
grabbing two glasses from under the bar.

"You can cook?" I questioned, glancing at him oddly.

"Of course. When you grow up with parents like mine,
you have to learn to fend for yourself," He said,
handing me a glass of orange juice.

"What do you mean?"

"Well don't get me wrong, their not like crack addicts
or anything. Its just with the business, they were
never really around. They always left me here, with
the occasional neighbor to check in on me,"

"What business?"

"Crane Enterprises,"

My jaw had to have dropped at that statement. Crane
Enterprises was the biggest business Vermont had to
offer. That was when it hit me, I knew Jon. Well not
like old friend knew him, but through TV. The Cranes
were highly publicized citizens. Jon Crane, it all
fit. Except last time I'd seen him on TV, his arms
didn't look that big.

"Oh wow, a Crane is cooking for me," I joked, with a
cute little smirk on my face.

"Oh haha," He said, giving me a dirty look.

He leaned across the bar and planted a kiss on my
lips. I smiled as big as I had in months at him before
he turned back to the eggs. We stayed silent while he
finished cooking the eggs, me just taking in the
amazing scenery I was surrounded by. After what seemed
like only minutes, a plate was tossed in front of me.
I looked down to see 2 eggs, a side of bacon and
toast.

"What a minute, where did the bacon come from?" I
asked, knowing he didn't have time to fry bacon.

"This baby right here," He said, slapping his hand on
the microwave behind him.

"A microwave?"

"Not just some lame ass microwave, this is one of
those radiant heat ovens, make a pound of bacon in 30
seconds," He said, very proud of himself.

I just smiled at him and began to cut up my eggs. I
glanced over at Jon and for the first time noticed he
was wearing my shirt from yesterday.

"When did you pick that up?" I said, pointing at the
sleeveless garment.

"Late last night. I couldn't get you off my mind, so I
went for a walk," He said, starting to blush.

"Aww, that's cute," I said, leaning over the bar and
kissing him.

We continued to chat while we finished the wonderful
breakfast Jon had cooked for us. He filled me in on
life being a Crane, nothing too different from mine.
Since his parents were Vermont Gods, the paparazzi so
to speak would leave them alone as soon as they said
something. So Jon had grown up the same boring,
private school life I had. All boys school of course,
which is horrible being a gay teenager.

After we had finished breakfast, he led me into the
living room. I took a seat on one of the many leather
chairs littered throughout the huge room. Jon walked
up to the huge entertainment center and began to
fumble around with something un-indentifiable to me.

In no time at all, the sweet sounds of Whitney Houston
began to pour throughout the entire house. Did he know
me or what? Whitney was my favorite.

"Good choice," I said, walking up to him and putting
my hands on his waist.

"You like Whitney?" He questioned, burying his face
into my neck.

"Like her? Try Love,"

He chuckled softly in my ear, then buried his face
back in my neck. We held each other there, dancing
slightly as "One Moment in Time" played on. As the
song came to a close, he planted a soft kiss on my
lips. In that one moment, I don't think I had ever
been happier. I threw my arms around Jon and hugged
him close to me. I never wanted to let go. But as "I'm
your baby tonight" began to play, the moment was
pretty much ruined. We both began to laugh as we
walked over and sat down on the sofa.

"So what are your big plans for me today?" I asked,
laying my head down in his lap.

"I don't know," He said, looking down at me. "Figured
we can hang around here all day,"

"Sounds good to me,"

"But first, I got to take a shower. Do you mind being
out here by yourself?"

"Not at all, Whitney will keep my company," I said,
jerking my head slightly in the direction of the
stereo.

"Okay, I'll be right out," He said, leaning down and
kissing me.

I sat up on the sofa as Jon jumped to his feet. He
scurried quickly down the hall, reminding me of a
small child who really has to use the bathroom. 'How
cute' I thought to myself. Something told me that I
would think anything Jon did was cute. I had told
myself that after Will I wasn't going to fall for
anyone so quickly. But there was something about Jon.
It hadn't even been 24 hours since we'd first met, but
already I felt the big L. 'Love at first sight?' I
thought to myself. 'Did such a thing really exist?' I
had no idea.

I cleared my thoughts and began to tour the living
room. Pictures of Jon were everywhere. Typical only
child thing. My mom was the same way. I began to feel
for Jon when I noticed that his parents were not in
more than 5 of the pictures. We were in the same boat
there too. My mother had always been busy working to
support us, and that never left time for much else.
Jon's parents were the same way.

I was snapped back to reality as Jon walked up behind
me and put his hands on my waist. He rested his head
on my shoulder and began to kiss my neck. I turned
around and threw my arms around his neck, and
reciprocated with kissing of my own. I brought my
hands to his shirtless back and began to run my
fingers lightly across. I could feel the goosebumps
forming beneath my fingertips. Jon shuddered lightly,
and I couldn't help but laugh. He let a slight chuckle
escape, but then tackled me to the sofa.

He said nothing as he lifted my shirt over my head. He
tossed the shirt to the floor and quickly dove onto my
nipples. He began to tongue bathe them, me moaning
every time his tongue connected. He was slowly making
his way down my torso, stopping at my bellybutton and
licking lightly around the outside. I was in ecstasy,
his tongue sending chills all throughout my body. My
cock was straining to be released from its fabric
confines. Jon began to slowly graze his hand across my
throbbing bulge. I tensed up immediately, wanting so
bad for his lips to wrap around my swollen shaft. He
began to tuck his fingers under the waistband of my
shorts, and began to pull down. I lifted myself from
the sofa, to make the removal easier. He tossed the
shorts to the floor then was face to face with my
cock.

"Its much more beautiful in the daytime," He said,
beginning to lick up the underside of the shaft.

I mumbled what could only be understood as an Mmm. Jon
continued to lick the swollen head of my shaft, his
tongue teasing lightly at the slit. His lips had yet
to wrap around my meat, but I already felt on the
verge of orgasm. He brought his tongue from my shaft
and began to lick lightly at my balls. I brought my
hands to his hair and began to stroke it lightly. I
could feel his starting to slip down my body further,
his hair slipping from my hands. I could feel his
tongue touch lightly on the area between my anus and
balls. That sent a shock right through me. That had
always been my spot. He continued to lick it lightly,
me squirming underneath. He began to graze his tongue
lower, touching lightly at the opening of my anus. I
let out a moan for the go ahead sign. He lifted my
legs to his shoulders and began his tongue trek back
to my anus.

I was in utter heaven as his tongue began to dart in
and out of my anus. I could feel his tongue stretch
further in each time he licked. I had never been so
turned on in my life, my cock feeling as if it were
going to explode. I was moaning loudly as his rim job
continued. My fists were clenched tightly as the waves
of pleasure shot throughout me. I now so desperately
wanted more than his tongue in my anus. I wanted the
beautiful 8" bone I had met yesterday.

"I want you to fuck me Jon," I moaned, out of breath.

He stopped his tonguing and looked up at me. A silent
concern was stretched across his face. I just smiled
at him, and shook my head yes. He brought his lips
once again to mine and kissed me, sending any bit of
nervousness I had away.

I watched in anticipation as his shorts began to drop.
He reached into the pocket before letting them fall,
and pulled out what I knew was a condom. I took it
from his hand, and with an "allow me" I tore open the
package. I slipped it slowly over his dick, which was
already fully erect. After I had reached the base, he
leaned down and kissed me again.

"You just let me know if you want to stop," He said,
in the kindest, most loving voice I had ever heard.

I just nodded my head as my legs went once more over
his shoulders. He began to push his cockhead in
slowly. I had read enough to know to push against it.
He continued to slowly slide it in until I felt his
balls touch my ass. I put my hand to his chiseled abs,
signaling for him to stop. He stopped and brought his
lips once more to mind. He kissed me with incredible
passion this time, and began to thrust in lightly.

The feeling was amazing. This was much better than his
finger had felt the previous day. He was gently
thrusting in and out, moaning out loudly each time he
did so. He brought his face back to mine and we once
again started kissing. I felt his hand reach down and
grasp my cock. That alone, coupled with the intense
feelings stemming from my anus almost pushed me to
orgasm. But I was able to hold on. I wanted to feel
Jon's gentle hand stroking my swollen shaft for as
long as I could.

As his slow, almost pleasurable torture of my cock
continued, I could feel his thrusting speed increase.
His dick began to tap my prostrate, causing me to moan
loudly. He leaned down and whispered "I'm coming" into
my ear. That was it for me. The power of orgasm over
took me, my hot seed landing on my own chest. Jon
continued his thrusting until the last bit of cumm
entered the condom. He slowly removed his cock from my
ass and removed the condom. He tied the condom in a
knot and placed it on the coffee table next to us. He
dove to my chest and began to lick up my cumm.

"You are so amazing," I said, still out of breath.

He said nothing in return as he continued to lap up my
cumm. After he had erased the last bit of it, he laid
his head on my chest. A surge of emotions shot all
throughout me. I hugged him close to me as I felt my
eyes begin to close. I slowly drifted off to sleep,
more happier than I had ever been in my life.

I awoke later that day to find that Jon was no where
to be found. I sat up on the sofa and quickly slipped
my shorts back on. I stood up and began to walk into
the kitchen. There I saw Jon sitting outside on the
deck. He turned to me as he heard the sliding doors
open, and I could see in the mid day sun his beautiful
blue eyes light up. I walked over to him and kissed
him lightly on the lips. I sat next to him and began
to look out into the beautiful lake which his house
faced. I could see in the distance a couple frolicking
in the water. It was Sara and Kasey, I could tell from
Sara's silver bikini. It was then that it hit me. I
had to return home the following day. I felt my heart
immediately sink in my chest. I had found this amazing
man, but now I had to leave him.

"Jon," I said, grasping his hands in mine. "I have to
leave tomorrow. I live in Havenbrook," I said quietly.


"I know," He said, squeezing my hands. "But think
about it Cam. We both knew from the beginning that
this was too good to last,"

Even though I hated what he was saying, his sparkling
blue eyes sent the message straight to my heart.

"I suppose your right," I said, looking deep into his
eyes.

"Do you believe in fate?" He asked me, completely out
of the blue.

"Fate?"

"Yeah. I think that's what brought us together. To
show us both, even though we're heartbroken, and life
sucks, it still goes on,"

It took less than five seconds for it to click in my
mind. He was exactly right. It wasn't just some chance
encounter that brought us together. It was a higher
power, completely beyond our control. We were exactly
what the other needed. Proof, that no matter how
shitty life got, there was always someone out there to
make it better. A guardian angel so to speak.

"Your right," I said, my voice cheering up. "It was
fate that brought me here, here to my guardian angel,"
I said, kissing his hand.

"Wow. I was thinking the same thing. Scary huh?" He
laughed.

I laughed then stood up. Jon followed suit and put his
hands on my waist. I leaned and kissed him with all
the passion I could muster up. After out lips parted,
I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I
held him for minutes, knowing full well that this
would most likely be the last time. I broke our
embrace and kissed him one final time on the lips.

"I love you Jon," I said, the tears once more
beginning to form. "Thank you,"

Jon too had started to cry. I looked deep into his
beautiful blue eyes and felt a smile come to my face.
I said not another word as I began to descend the
stairs the deck. As I reached the gate of their yard,
Jon called out to me from the deck.

"Cam! You forgot your shirt!"

"You keep it!" I yelled back. "Something to remember
me by,"

With that I opened the gate and began to walk up the
trail. As I reached the beach I began to walk on the
waters edge, enjoying the gentle breeze. I eventually
met up with Sara and Kasey, who were still playing in
the water. They of course asked me where I had been. I
just replied with "Gathering my thoughts," They left
it at that. I tossed my sandals onto the beach and
tackled Kasey in the water. We played around for a few
minutes, moving further down the beach. I looked up
and saw we were in front of Jon's house. He stood in a
top story window looking out at us. I smiled up at him
and blew him a kiss. He made the sign of catching it,
and blew one back to me in return, then stepped away
from the window. I had no idea if I would ever see Jon
again. But I knew, that anytime my life got bad, I
could think about him, my guardian angel, and know
that life goes on............... THE END