Date: Sat, 6 May 2000 23:06:09 -0700
From: David Cross <dcross1@home.com>
Subject: cameron-3

The usual disclaimers apply - ie. no reading this if you're not of age to
read it, and no peeking at this if you can't stand gay people (which would
bring to mind the question of what the hell you're doing reading this
anyway).

Names and places (but not the city I lived in) have been changed to protect
the privacy of both myself and the people who I'm inserting into this
story.

Yes, there's a little sex in this, but don't get your hopes up too
much. The good parts will be in other installments. :-)

All questions etc can be directed to dcross1@home.com

"Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining
moment that was known as Camelot."

----

The walk home was pretty low-key, as Cameron seemed to pick up on my
nervousness, as much as I tried to mask it. To help ease the anxiety, when
we were walking down a pathway that couldn't easily be seen unless someone
on the road was looking directly at it (it was a narrow walkway bounded by
high bushes that interconnected a side road with the main road), he put his
arm around my shoulders and briefly squeezed his hand on my shoulder, then
let go. I looked over at him and smiled my thanks. We emerged on the main
throughfare of Richmond, No. 3 Road, and crossed at the nearest crosswalk.

I told Cameron as we walked up to my house, "You remember what I said
yesterday about where I said I was?" He replied, "Yup." Conspiracy 101:
Make sure the other guy doesn't need too much coaching. ;)

Home, sweet home. I opened the door, and yelled "Mom?" She said "I'm in the
family room!" We walked down the hall to the left, and my mother was just
finishing with her cleaning of the wooden round table near the couches that
faced the television.

I said, "Mom, this is Cameron, a friend from school. We've hung out a few
times in school, and I asked him to come over for a bit."

Mom said, "Well, that's certainly nice. How do you do, Cameron?"

Cameron said, "A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Cross."

"It's nice to meet you too, but I have to start supper soon."

I said, "Actually, um, Mom, we were going to go hang out at Richmond Square
later. I don't know if I'll be back in time for supper."

"Well, supper's at 6, and it's only 3 now. If you don't come back by then,
I'll just wrap your supper up and you can reheat it in the microwave."

I was slightly surprised that she would be so willing to let me stay out
for several hours with a guy she'd just met, never mind the fact that it
wasn't going to be his place I was going to. I guessed maybe she'd just
decided to loosen the apron strings a bit. In any case, I wasn't going to
look a gift horse in the mouth, so I just said, "Thanks, Mom. I'll try to
be back before 6. I'm just going to show Cameron around before we go, Ok?"

"All right, have fun!"

So we plodded upstairs, and I pointed out the various aspects of the
house. "The family room you've seen, there's the kitchen and table, there's
the dining room for when we have guests over for dinner. Through there is
the extraspecial sitting room, where we're not supposed to go since it's
where we entertain guests. Upstairs there's the master bedroom, bathroom,
my middle brother's room, my youngest brother's room, and... the five-star
special, my room!"

We entered and I pointed out the computer I had, which was an Apple //c
with the usual peripherals, and my pride and joy, my immense collection of
books. Cameron was amazed. "Wow, you read a LOT!" I was sort of embarassed
that he seemed to like that fact, and I said "Yeah, what can I say, I read
fast, too."

I got a crazy idea, rushed into my closet, and slid the door closed. I then
grandly reopened it, to Cameron's "What-the-fuck-are-you-doing?"
expression. I grinned and said, "Don't you know? I'm coming out of the
closet!" Cheezy joke, but it cracked him up.

After I settled him down, I said, "Anyway, you've seen all that there is to
see, what else do you want to do?"

He got this mischievous look in his eyes, dashed over to the door, and
closed it quietly before I even had a chance to take a step forward. I
shook my head and said, "We can't, not here!" My heart was pounding,
bigtime.

He said softly, "I don't care, you're so cute I've got to kiss you before I
explode!" (Ok, maybe he was being overdramatic, but hey, teenagers are
expected to do that ;) )

Cameron took hold of my shoulders, drew me to him, and opened his mouth to
kiss me. I eagerly returned the favor, having thrown caution to the winds
when my other head began to do the thinking for me. I put my arms around
him as our bodies again melted together along with our mouths in the first
mind-blowing kiss of that day. I didn't think I could ever get tired of
having Cameron kiss me, let me tell you that!

After what seemed to be a timeless interval, but was probably only a
minute, we slowly broke the kiss, and I playfully shook my finger at him,
saying, "You'd better ask first, young man!" He said, "I've got a young man
in my pants for you."

I just about nearly died in shock at his forwardness. But true to form, my
funny bone's appreciation of the entire situation came to the fore and I
had to chuckle deeply in my throat before looking into his wonderfully
sensitive eyes and shaking my head while grinning. I took his hand and led
him to the door, and before we had to return from our brief sojourn into
Camelot, I kissed him on the cheek, and softly traced his jawline with my
finger. "You're the best thing that's happened to me, I swear," I
murmured. He returned the jawline-tracing and said, "I know what you
mean. You walked into my life like a light shining from the sky, and as
long as you're there, that light will never stop shining." God, he knew how
to say the most enchanting words to me.

I felt deflated as I opened the door to head back downstairs, having to
assume a "straight" persona for the benefit of those who weren't so
enlightened. I could tell Cameron was having the same problem, and I looked
into his eyes briefly and nodded, to silently say, "I understand."

Richmond Square was one of the major shopping malls at the time; Lansdowne
was the other one. Since then, Richmond Square has been renamed Richmond
Centre and has stolen a lot of business from Lansdowne, but Lansdowne's not
down and out yet. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.

We took the bus there, standing room only unfortunately, but it would have
been about a 45 minute walk (not that I would have minded with a beautiful
guy beside me). Upon entering the mall, we began aimlessly walking around,
doing the usual teenage-hangout deal when you're too young to drive a
car. We passed by a Randy River, a sort of "trendy" clothing store at the
time, and Cameron dragged me in, even though I protested the lack of money
with which to do that sort of shopping, considering that my monetary needs
were few. I just accepted whatever clothes Mom and Dad bought for me. I was
pretty ascetic and austere at the time - I still am today, actually - so
most of my money went into books and the computer. He just shook his head
at me and rolled his eyes and said, "Dave, you gotta get out more. Now
let's see how cute you look in these outfits." I could have died, he was
just within earshot of the saleslady who, thankfully, was facing the other
way at that moment.

She turned her head to look back out at the entrance and saw us. She walked
over and said, "What can I help you gentlemen with?" Cameron just grinned
and said, "The speechless guy here is my friend and I need to get him up to
date with the fashion trends." I just blushed a nice deep red that would
have done justice to a Coke can.

She smiled, and said, "This way, please."

And so for the next 45 minutes, I SWEAR, they had me in and out of that
fitting room like it was a revolving door. What kept me sane was the
definite approving looks I got from Cameron every time an outfit really
seemed to "go together" according to the saleslady. I don't know how he did
it, but he picked a woman who knew how to dress men. At the end of it, the
conclusion was that I looked best in these expensive as hell grey pants,
with an shiny black belt, a white silk shirt which was a duplicate of the
one Cameron was wearing, and for good measure an undershirt if I wanted to
undo the couple of top buttons. I just gawked at myself in the mirror and
wondered who the hell had taken my place. I realized I'd probably have to
get new glasses, but figured if I got haircut tips I could minimize the
collateral damage my hair would do to the outfit, since I'd never bothered
with much more than a "cut it reasonably short" haircut most times.

A more practical problem occurred to me. One couldn't just try on stuff for
45 minutes and NOT expect to buy something, but I was as stuck as the camel
trying to get through the needle in the Bible, only it was for money, not
heaven. Not wanting to embarass the saleslady, I said, "I just need to
discuss the outfits privately for a sec." She nodded and said, "Just come
get me if you need to try anything else on."

I pulled Cameron off to the side and said, "Shit man, I don't mean to
embarass you or hurt you, but I can't pay for this stuff! She's gonna be
pissed if she realizes she wasted 45 minutes only to find out I was just
trying stuff on!" Cameron managed to soothe me a bit and said, "I figured
you probably didn't get clothes spending money, since I've seen you in
school before and you usually dress the same a lot. So I conned my parents
into thinking I was taking a girl out for dinner and needed to impress her,
so I got them to give me $100. This is my surprise for you."

My jaw just hit the floor. He ran the risk of a much more serious lie than
any I had told my parents so far (as regards the relationship between
Cameron and I), for me? "Cameron, man, I can't let you do this--" He
interrupted with an intensity that overrode mine, yet he somehow managed to
keep his voice level. "Dave, listen to me. I get more spending money from
my parents than I know what to do with sometimes. Until then I've just been
spending it on meaningless things, or on girls I can't bring myself to
truly like. You're different. I _want_ to do things for you, in the way
that I know how, because you're my man. Please, take the clothes,
man. They're a gift from me to you."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say, but I made a big mental note
that I was going to get a part-time job very soon and figure out a way to
repay this huge favor my boyfriend had just done for me. After a couple of
seconds of staring, I managed to babble out, "Thanks... thanks so much!"

He smiled and said, "C'mon, let's get going. I bet the other thing you were
worried about is the fact that your parents might question how you got the
clothes." I nodded. Was he psychic? "Tell ya what. We'll keep these at my
house, since I have a lot of clothes like this, but I'll keep them
separate. My parents won't question it, and if your parents ever see you
wearing the new clothes, you can just say you borrowed them from
me. Eventually they'll get so used to seeing you in these clothes you'll be
able to keep these clothes in YOUR closet, as they were meant to be!"

He paid for the shirt, pants, undershirt and belt, and proudly gave me the
bag to carry. We walked out of the store, leaving a slightly puzzled
saleslady. We just giggled at the funny look she got on her face when
Cameron presented me with the clothes bag like it was a father handing it
to his son.

Since I lived maybe a 40 minute walk from Cameron's place, we decided to
kill another hour and then head over to his place to drop off "his"
clothes. It was unlikely his parents would question the presence of new
clothes since his mother didn't do the laundry; they had a maid come in
twice a week to do all that. So we walked around aimlessly some more, and I
got to have my own amusement at Cameron's expense when I dragged him into
the W.H. Smith bookstore and browsed books, and the poor guy just looked
puzzled at how anyone could be so fascinated by multiple types of reading
material, since I would read almost anything except horror. But I saw him
starting to look at books, too, and I surreptitiously kept an eye on what
he liked to pick up and flip through. Eventually I managed to figure out he
liked those new John Grisham books that were coming out, the most prominent
being "A Time To Kill". I thought that he gravitated towards those because
his dad was a lawyer. I checked my wallet and found $10. Bingo! An idea
formed in my mind.

Under the guise of being also "interested" in those novels I managed to
pluck one off the shelf and walk around with it without Cameron noticing I
had the book he seemed to want most. Hey, I wanted to try and repay his
favor, starting ASAP. :) I managed to split and head for the cashier when
he was buried in a MAD magazine, bought the book, and stuck the bag with
the book in it in my clothes bag. I walked back to where Cameron was
standing, and motioned with my head that we should go. He put the magazine
back on the shelf, and tagged along with me to the bus stop.

The ride back over to his place was unremarkable, but the way we were
sitting, my leg pressed up against Cameron's, and with my hand on my knee,
my fingers were able to brush his leg a fair bit more than "accident" might
have called for. He got the idea pretty quickly, and rested his hand a bit
further up his leg so our hands wouldn't appear to be touching, but his
fingers got to brush against my leg a few times, too...

Eventually we got off at the proper stop, and 10 minutes later we ended up
back at Cameron's place. I checked the clock on the kitchen wall and it
said "6:23". Wow, we'd been gone 3 and a half hours almost! He remarked
that it was strange that his parents were gone even though it was almost
6:30, but he reasoned that since he'd claimed he was with a girl, they
might have assumed no need to be around when he was out with "her". That
bothered me, since there were too many ways you could poke a hole in that
story. All it would take is for my mother to get his parents' number out of
the phone book, and call his mother and casually mention how nice it was
that her son and I were getting along so well and that we were out the
other day. Or, for that matter, had his sister been home and not, as usual,
out with _her_ boyfriend as seemed to be par for the course, she could have
blown the whole thing out of the water with one wrong word.

Cameron must have realized this, too, since he joked how lucky it was that
his sister was probably testing out the Pill again. Despite my slight
anxiety, I had to laugh a little. I wondered if his parents and his sister
ever had fights over that relationship, since it occurred to me that if
they had difficulties with one member of the family, it might aggravate the
situation if they had to deal with a gay son who had a boyfriend, to boot.

Man, life got complicated fast. But for now, I was going to enjoy being
almost-domestic. Before we began hanging up the clothes, I pulled the John
Grisham book out from the bag, and gave it to Cameron. I said "I saw you
flipping through this, and I thought it would be nice if you had it." He
looked surprised, and then a realization dawned on him. "You're trying to
pay me back, sort of?"

I stuttered a little as I said, "Well, um, yeah.. I know it feels weird to
say this, but even though you bought all these for me and didn't ask me to
pay you back, I still don't feel entirely right that you should do all that
for me without me trying to do something for you too. Don't worry, that
book's not the only one you browsed, and I made mental notes on all of
them, so you just watch out when your birthday comes!" I grinned widely.

Cameron said, "You're so sweet. I never imagined this, at all. A nice guy,
smart, cute, and is definitely, reconfirmed, not an insensitive SOB!" We
hugged in a fierce grip, and held that for several seconds, then we
released each other and got back to the domestic task of squaring away the
clothes, and I said I'd wear them the upcoming weekend for sure. Cameron
said, "Hey, that reminds me! What about that new Batman movie? We can go
this weekend if you want." I said, "Cooooooool, duuuuuuuude" in that Bill
and Ted's Excellent Adventure way. He just rolled his eyes and gave me the
hairy eyeball.

We stood in his room, not sure what to do, when I decided to take the lead
and stepped over to Cameron, and leaned in for a deep kiss, one that was
full of purpose. As we began to kiss more hungrily and with passion, our
respective hands began straying. My left hand came around front to feel his
flat stomach, where you could feel the beginnings of a six pack, moving up
the soft silky surface of his shirt to his right nipple. Somehow I'd missed
that part of him when I last touched his chest, but I'd been touching it
then for a grand total of maybe a half minute. As I circled his nipple with
my index finger, and then brushed it lightly, he let out a soft moan which
just turned me on even more, if that was possible.

Meanwhile, his hands were both rubbing my ass cheeks, and squeezing
occasionally. This had the welcome side effect of rubbing our cocks against
each other, and then he reached around with his right hand, and began
rubbing my cock up and down through my pants. Geez, I thought I was going
to make a mess right there!

I broke the kiss, and gently pressed Cameron down onto the bed. I got on
top of him and began kissing him again, while trying to reach every part of
his body with both of my hands. Travelling from that wonderful chest, down
his stomach, gently rubbing his cock and balls, and finally rubbing those
nice well-muscled legs. I wondered what he did to get them that way. Must
be leg-presses on the universal gym, besides just jogging. I'd have to
remember to get weight-lifting tips from him.

I didn't notice Cameron shifting ever-so-subtly underneath me, but when I
did it was too late because he'd flipped me onto the bed on my back, with
him now on top. He looked into my eyes, and I gasped when I saw the sexual
intensity that lay behind those irises. I felt that my eyes must show the
same thing, since he didn't seem put off by the stare, and seemed to get
even hornier, somehow. He leaned down, and kissed me slowly but deeply, our
tongues intertwining. He broke the kiss, and before I could beg him for
more, he shifted slightly, and began kissing my neck near my left ear. As
he kissed and licked his way down my neck, I arched my back and let out a
quiet cry, as though I would burst if I didn't release all this energy that
was going through me.

Finally there was relief, since Cameron had to stop to take off my
shirt. Once that was done, he started to take off his shirt, and I said,
"No, let me do that," while fiddling with the buttons. Eventually after a
couple of tries, I got the hang of how to unbutton someone else's shirt
(like I'd ever had practice before - not), and had his shirt off. I just
stared at that beautiful body I saw before me, that smooth chest, the
perfectly sized nipples, mentally drinking it all in like a starving man at
an oasis. I tentatively reached up my right hand, and placed it flat on his
chest near his heart. I felt the warmth of his body through my hand, and
the beating of his heart. Just when you think you've had all the unique
sensations in the world, along comes another one. I knew then and there
that this relationship would be a continuously evolving mechanism, never a
finished product. That appealed to me enormously. Why, I didn't know. I
usually didn't like things to change unless it was in an orderly way; this
promised to be more like a rapidly bucking raft in the rapids than a
deadline on a blackboard.

I struggled to sit up, and once we were comfortable, with him sitting
facing me, straddling my lower half, while I was sitting up, and my mouth
was about level with his shoulders, I began doing the same things he did to
me, kissing and licking him down the neck, only I managed to go further and
travel down that well-muscled chest to his left nipple. To my surprise, as
soon as I licked it lightly with my tongue, he let out a loud gasp, and
involuntarily twitched. "Shit, what did I do?" I looked up at him for an
answer. His eyes seemed slightly glazed and unfocussed, and he had trouble
controlling his voice. "Nothing (gasp), just.. this is like NOTHING (gasp)
I ever felt before!" I smiled and returned to his nipple, extremely glad I
was making him feel the way I felt. I licked it again, and then put my
mouth on it and sucked gently. The moans I got! I swear, if anyone else had
been in the house, they would have known within 5 seconds what we were up
to. I decided to try the other nipple, and it was all I could do to keep
Cameron from fainting on me.

To give him a rest, I leaned back on the bed, and looked at Cameron with my
most (I hoped) seductive look, and said huskily, "Your turn, loverboy." He
didn't wait to be told twice. He leaned in and while rubbing his cock
against mine (through both our pants, mind you), began licking and sucking
his way down my neck and towards my chest. As he approached my right
nipple, he deliberately didn't touch it, but licked and sucked around
it. It was like he knew that would drive me nuts, since I was ready to
literally rip the bed apart if he didn't get a move on! When he licked my
nipple, I just about died and went to heaven, and I think my underwear got
a little wet, but I hadn't come since I knew what that felt like. It
definitely felt slippery down there though. I realized why his eyes had
glazed over now, since I felt like I wasn't even on the same planet when he
began licking and sucking my nipple; when he transferred his attention to
the other one, I came down off my high a bit, but not much, since it was
incredible!

I don't remember making any noises, but Cameron looked up and said, "Dave,
the way you moan it's a miracle you didn't make the walls shake!" I started
chuckling while trying not to completely lose it. Finally I settled down,
and he smiled that cute smile and said, "We can keep doing this if you want
or we can go, uh... further." I was struck by uncertainty. Was it OK?
Should we wait? I didn't think I was ready to take my pants off yet, but at
the same time, I needed relief, badly! I said, "Babe, I dunno... this feels
so right to me, but... look, can we just take our pants off and jack off?"
He said, "OK, that sounds good. I wasn't sure myself how far you wanted to
go, but I promise you, honey, that I will never push you farther than you
want to go." At that, I just couldn't help it. I cried again, for the
second time that week. I cried for the beauty of being with my boyfriend,
and I cried for the sensitivity he showed that no other person would, or
could, show. I turned away, buried my head in the pillow, ashamed that I
broke down so easily under the emotional strain that these new sensations
and feelings brought on. Cameron grasped my shoulder firmly, and turned me
towards him on the bed. He'd moved off me to lay beside me, and he looked
me in the eye and said, "Dave, why are you crying?" I could only sob out,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." as he brought me into an embrace and held me
while I got his chest all wet.

After a few minutes, I regained my composure and managed to explain that I
couldn't seem to handle all these new feelings and sensations, and it got
overwhelming. I said, "I feel like such a wuss for being like this,
damnit!"

Cameron said, "Look, it's OK. I've been feeling the same way. All the
uncertainty, emotion and physical sensation can get to an overload
sometimes. Only I think I'm more used to expressing myself than you are, so
that's why I don't break down when you do. It's not your fault; it's just
the way you are, and I wouldn't change that for anything. Don't ever feel
ashamed to be who and what you are when you're with me."

I whispered, "Thanks. Thanks so much."

I had by this time managed to gain back my sense of due proportion and was
reminded of the proportions of the organ in my pants, and I joked, "Well,
one thing sure hasn't been affected by all this..." and winked. I began to
unbutton my pants, and pulled them off, while Cameron did the same with his
pants. Then my underwear, and his came off. Finally, we were completely
naked before each other. I saw his cock, which was circumcised, and I just
stared at it for a few seconds. He said, "What, you've never seen a
circumcised cock before?" I said, "No. This is the first time I've seen one
up close."

I reached out to touch Cameron's cock, which was somewhat bigger than mine,
it seemed. I hesitantly reached out, and grasped the shaft. He groaned and
his eyelids closed for a few seconds. Feeling another guy's dick was weird
yet exciting, all right! I wanted to keep going, but I didn't want to rush
things. I asked, "Did you want to touch mine?" He nodded, and encircled my
dick... WOW! The warmth of his hand flooded through my cock and I let out
another moan. My legs started shaking badly, and I reached out to enclose
myself in Cameron's warmth for a few seconds, and calm down.

I said, "Is it OK if we just jack ourselves off, this time?"

Cameron said, "That's fine - we'll have many more next times."

Grateful for his understanding and patience, I leaned back on the bed and I
felt him do the same, and as we stroked ourselves, my breathing began to
become more ragged, and as though it were a trigger, Cameron's followed
suit. It wasn't long before I felt the strongest orgasm well up within me
that I had yet felt, and I cried out "I'm cumming!" Not two seconds later,
I spurted several times. As I came back to reality, I heard Cameron's
wordless cry, and I saw his body tense up, and then out of that beautiful
cock came several long spurts of jism. I just lay there and gaped at the
sight of cum sprayed over Cameron's chest and stomach. Hesitantly, I
reached out with my finger and touched the warm liquid on his chest. He
shuddered and I quickly drew my finger back and wondered if I'd hurt him.

"Are you OK? Did I do something wrong?"

He gasped out, "No, no... I just wasn't expecting that; you startled me."

After a few seconds, I said, "Man, that was out of this world!"

"Tell me about it." He winked and struggled to get up and off the
bed. After a couple of false starts (I could see that he was shaking a
little), he managed to get off the bed and stand up. He searched for a
towel in his dresser, and tossed one to me. I quickly wiped myself off
(Damn! My juices had landed all the way onto my chest... I'd NEVER done
that before!), and tossed the towel back. He wiped himself off, and tossed
the towel into the laundry hamper.

I got dressed, and then I stood beside the bed, semi-high from post-orgasm,
but also slightly unsure of what to do next; I'd never done this before
with anyone, and having had a chance to step back and think, I realized
what I'd done was mostly from instinct. I knew that I'd been enthusiastic
about the concept of change, even lots of it, now that I had been exposed
to some very good changes in my life, but I still felt uncertain about how
this new level in our relationship would change the way we viewed each
other. I knew that I didn't see Cameron as just a sex object, even though
we'd had a wild (by my standards, anyway) wank session. Did he feel that
our relationship was something sublime or just a vehicle by which he would
get himself off when he felt like it. I knew I was being paranoid, but I
couldn't help myself; how do you deal with opening your heart and soul to
another individual, not knowing the risks involved?

I decided I would get my thoughts in order and talk with Cameron this
upcoming weekend, when we would have a chance to both be rational. There
was a time and place for hot kisses and the things that could follow, and a
time and place for logical discussion of the nature of a relationship.

"Cameron?" I asked.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Um, I hate to break this love feast, but I've really GOT to be getting
back; your clock says it's 7:00 PM already!"

"Yeah, you're right; C'mere, give me a hug, Dave."

I gladly obliged him, and leaned in for a gentle kiss. Cameron's eyes
twinkled as he smiled at me, and then kissed me on the tip of my nose. I
blushed, smiling at the silliness he exhibited. In some ways he was more
daring than me, and I liked that but at the same time felt uncomfortable,
not knowing how to deal with it. I knew I was in for more introspection
that night, all right!

We held hands as we walked to the front door. Amazingly enough, his parents
still hadn't gotten back yet. His sister had left a message on the
answering machine saying she'd gone to a movie with her boyfriend and
wouldn't be back until 9:30 or so. Lucky break for us, since it made me
realize with sudden dread that we hadn't heard a damned thing outside of
that bedroom, not even the phone ringing. What if his parents *had* come
home?! I couldn't begin to fathom the degree to which the crud would hit
the fan.

I shuddered in fear of the irrational confusion, hate and anger that our
relationship would bring from some people; as we stood side by side at the
door, I draped my arms around Cameron's body and rested my head on his
shoulder. He put his arm around my shoulders and held me tightly as I
shivered, trying to calm down. I managed to settle down fairly quickly once
his warm body was next to mine, and I looked into his eyes and saw only
love and understanding. He said, "Are you scared of what people will think
and do?" I nodded. "Dave, I'm scared too; I felt your hand tremble when you
first began shivering, and I knew you had scared of that. Society sucks in
some ways, and we're going to have to deal with it. If it helps at all,
please remember - I'm your man and I will be by your side if ever you need
me." I just gulped and nodded again, not trusting my voice if I were to
speak.

I looked towards the door, knowing that once I stepped across the threshold
as I had the day before, I was going to feel alone again. Nonetheless that
feeling was tempered by the knowledge that I would see Cameron the next day
at school, and that we would be together on the weekend. I put my hand on
his chest again, for a few moments, then slowly took my hand away, as I
opened the door and began the half-hour walk home.

"Camelot," I mused...

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And so ends part 3. Let me know if I sucked (no, not THAT way, you pervs)
:-)

Part 4 should be out shortly. What will happen next, especially with the
parental units? Stay tuned.