Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2015 21:47:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Finding My True Calling

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Fucking bible camp. God, I hated this place. Had done for years, since I
was a kid, when I finally wised up to the BS they were forcing down our
throats. But my family was always churchy, very involved, and there was no
question of ever going anywhere else on summer breaks. To the beach? No,
licentious. To the city? No, sinful. Out of the county? No, heathens.

Both my parents' families were into the church in a big way too - it's
where my parents had been raised and met, of course. Seemed like all of
them had, and there were always all these fucking preachy little kids
running around, little assholes for the most part. Every year, they'd have
grown up some more, become bigger assholes, and I'd go a little bit more
out of my mind every time.

OK, I'm being harsh. Some of them were alright. Prisoners like me, in a
way. But I was the oldest by far. Last year, Zeke - he hated his full name,
Ezekiel, but even he had to admit, it shortened into a pretty cool one -
missed camp, away with his parents on some dumb mission trip to Papua New
Guinea. Shit, that might have been semi-cool, at least it was tropical and
exotic. I liked Zeke, he was a good kid, the second-oldest boy after
me. Not a bible nerd like most of the others, we could talk about sports
and cars and dude stuff, even if he was an awkward, pimply teenager last
time I saw him.

But this year, his family was back. The deep teen voice that called out my
name the second morning surprised me, and when I saw him, I did a literal
double-take. Zeke had grown, a lot, and to be honest, he was a total
fucking hottie. Taller, better haircut, clearer face, and damn, he was
fucking cut. Like, college-boy ripped. I was heading to college myself next
year, at fucking last, and I'd been working out quite a bit myself in
preparation. I had plans to sin, a lot, as much as I could get away with
and still be somewhat responsible. And seeing the new, bigger, hotter Zeke
had me thinking about all kinds of sin.

It was a bit awkward at first, of course - it had been two years - but he'd
matured a lot since then in all kinds of ways, and our conversations were
more fun, smarter, longer. The grown-ups were already a bit wary of me,
being older, bigger, college-bound, a possible lost cause. When they saw me
and Zeke palling around, I think his parents wanted to separate us, but
then the older girls were mooning over him a lot too, and maybe they
figured that they'd leave me and him be, hoping we'd go off and do boy
shit, while they kept the girls on a tighter leash.

So fuck it, we did boy shit. Fishing, exploring, improvising stuff to work
out with out in the acres and acres of thick woods around the camp. Zeke
didn't want to seem too eager to show off to me or anything, he was a
modest kid generally, but I could tell he was proud of his rocking bod, and
glad to have somebody else to talk about lifting and workouts and shit
with. And hell, I didn't mind at all when we stripped off our shirts and
worked out, sweat gleaming on our hard young muscles, spotting each other,
building up a bit. I was getting some outrageously good material for my
spank bank, and having fun with the dude too. Before I knew it, I'd
developed a bit of a crush on the studly little fucker.

We were out behind his family's cabin, had been fucking around with the
broke-down old camp minivan, shirtless in the sticky heat. He was wearing
these sexy as hell little rugby shorts, something he'd picked up in New
Guinea, where the sport was big. His fucking thighs, man, all big and
hard-muscled and tanned, showcased perfectly in those shorts. I wanted a
pair. Of the shorts, and a pair of him, too. Fuck, that was a hot idea...

"Hey, Caleb?" he said, snapping his fingers with a laugh. I'd zoned out,
imagining two of him, identical twins, and the things we could do together
out there in the woods... shit. Now I was boned, and slightly lust-dazed.

He smiled at me, a cheerful, happy kid, then his eyes flicked down and saw
the bulge in my shorts. Then he looked back up at me, and his grin widened
a bit. No way...  "Dude, let's go up to the creek," he said. "They're gonna
be in that bible study all afternoon, for sure."

He had a surprisingly immodest pair of plain blue briefs on under those
shorts, sky blue, clinging perfectly to the muscled globes of his athletic
ass. And when he pressed against me up by the creek, his lips searching for
mine, it almost felt like I'd found heaven. We kissed, not something either
of us was very practiced at, but we figured it out real quick, and found we
liked it a lot indeed. His thick teenage tongue confident as it slipped
inside my mouth to tangle with mine, the way his beautiful ass fell
naturally to my sweaty hands, the ease with which he got my shorts
undone. Then the glorious feeling of our hard young cocks pressing
together, even more glorious when we skinned out of our underwear and
rolled onto the soft bank, kissing the whole way.

At last, I'd found my true calling. Fucking beautiful Zeke on the banks of
the creek after midnight, sneaking out of our sweaty, hot bedrooms to meet
up and make out, make love, slapping away the mosquitoes as we rode each
other's cocks and moaned out our repeated, amazing, magnificent teenage
loads. Letting him lick me down there, exploring my ass, with his fingers,
his tongue, then that big thick young dick of his. Clutching his big young
pecs, rubbing those stiff pink tits of his, making him moan my name even
more lustily as he pumped his hot come up inside me.

By the time I got to college a couple months later, 18 now and just about
as free as you can get at that age, I was well and truly schooled on sin,
and ready for more. I wasn't going back to fucking bible camp ever again.
But now that Zeke was back, we were gonna find every possible way we could
to explore together until he could get up here to State himself. And until
then, I had something of his to tide me over, a memento he'd gifted me on
the last day of my last camp - those incredibly sexy red rugby shorts.