Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2008 10:24:20 -0800 (PST) From: Joe Hunter Subject: The Boathouse All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between a male teen and a young boy are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Joe ____________________________ THE BOATHOUSE (copyright 2008, Joe Hunter - With grateful acknowledgement to Attila, whose story A ROOM OF HIS OWN first caught my imagination and inspired this one. Also a grateful thanks to Zach McNaught who showed me how to get the stories out there ---) Colin peered out from behind the tree. Silvery moonlight shining across the lake revealed a pair of dim figures coming toward his hiding place near the boathouse. The pale glimmer of white shorts on the smaller of the two was easy to spot and he glanced down to make sure his own white camp shorts were safely concealed by the tree truck. Then he peered out again, confident that both his shirt - a deep blue, his cabin color - and his black hair were nearly invisible in the dark. Trent's cabin wore gold shirts. As the rangy counselor came closer accompanied by Robbie, one of the boys from his group, the moon was bright enough to show both their light-colored shirts and the tangled shock of Robbie's blond hair. Heart thumping with excitement, Colin watched them come straight to the boathouse. He had been sure they were heading for the boathouse the moment he had seen them sneak off in the darkness after the sing-a-long campfire had been doused. He had hung back then, avoiding the crowd of campers pushing into the dining hall for the movie, and instead taken the path that cut through the woods to the lake, running as hard as he could to reach the shore line first. "Boathouse" was a name the counselors used, but to Colin it just looked like a big shed. An open end faced the lakeshore and inside were racks used to store the camp canoes during the winter. On his first day back Colin had sneaked away to explore the whole place and behind the racks, screened by piles of buoy ropes, he had found the mattress Lonnie had told him about. "That's where we like did it," his friend had whispered to him. That had been on the bus going home from camp the previous summer and Lonnie had just revealed how he had won the coveted prize of a new Game Boy in the big end-of-camp treasure hunt. "Trent like told me all the clues the night before..." He had glanced around making sure they were not overheard and added with a knowing look, "If he like does it with you, you get all kinna' stuff." Then Lonnie had told about the mattress in the boathouse and Colin had leaned closer so as not to miss a word because it was about Trent who he and Lonnie both thought was the coolest, most awesome person they had ever met and anything involving the tall counselor was exciting. "We like did it on movie nights," Lonnie had whispered softly. "Nobody sees you're gone then. Sometimes during the day, too, like when there was somethin' else goin' on..." He had glanced around again and gestured for Colin to bring his head even closer. "Once we like did it under the raft in the lake. There's like this space under there where light comes up like all green and stuff. We like stripped off our swim shorts and did it in the water..." Colin had been hazy about the 'it' his friend kept talking about, but Lonnie had seemed to think he did know, so not wanting to appear dumb he had pretended to understand and hidden his jealousy. Lonnie had gotten to do stuff with Trent! He was so lucky! Now, watching Trent put an arm around Robbie and lead the slender blond boy into the boathouse, Colin felt more stabs of envy. Robbie bunked in Trent's cabin. Every kid in camp wanted to be in Trent's cabin because cool stuff was always happening there - pillow fights, marshmallow roasts, flashlight tag, midnight pizza parties... it was different every night. Plus there was Trent, the coolest counselor, who could not only do anything and play any sport but who now was even more awesome because that spring everyone had seen him win a big championship-swimming race on national TV. Colin would have given anything to be in Trent's cabin. But you had to be thirteen, and he was a few months short. It won't matter, he told himself. Last year Lonnie hadn't been thirteen either, and he had gotten to do stuff with Trent. Taking a deep breath, Colin counted to thirty then moved cautiously out from behind his tree and took a position near the back corner of the shed. On his recon the first day he had discovered a gap between two boards and now he put his eye to it, leaning against the wall to be comfortable. The moon's rays beamed through the shed's open side and in their pale light he saw Robbie laying on the mattress with Trent kneeling beside him. There was a sound of Velcro being pulled loose, then Robbie's Nikes were off and Trent was leaning over the boy stroking him through his clothes. Colin heard whispering, but it was too soft to make out any words. The counselor's hand disappeared beneath Robbie's T-shirt and the boy stretched his arms back behind his head, lifting himself so the shirt could be pushed up. Colin's penis hardened, straining against his tight briefs as he watched Trent caress Robbie's smooth stomach and then gradually work the shirt up further to slip it off. Robbie giggled softly as Trent's hand brushed his armpit. The counselor went back to stroking the slender boy's bare upper body and Colin's trapped penis got so hard he was forced to reach into his briefs to free it so it could stiffen into full rigidity. Staring through the crack, he could see that Robbie's white shorts were tented up so he knew the boy liked what Trent was doing. He watched enviously as Trent's hand circled lower on Robbie's stomach wishing it were himself on the mattress instead of the other boy. Peter had never done anything nice like this. With Peter it was just strip and do what the older boy had told him to do. There had never been any hugging, tickling or other nice things like Trent was doing now or Colin had done with Lonnie. Colin was sure Lonnie would have showed him everything, but Lonnie had moved away before school started and Peter, the big kid who lived up the street, was the only person he dared ask. Peter had been his babysitter a few times and they had done some stuff, but Colin had still been really nervous the first time he had gone to Peter's house. It had worked out okay - sort of... for a while they had met secretly about every week and Peter had shown Colin everything. But it had been - Colin wasn't sure what... All he knew was that if any of Peter's high school buddies were around the older teen always told him to get lost. At least a million times Colin had wished it had been Trent who had showed him, and not Peter. Lonnie had been so lucky! Now Trent was pushing his hand into Robbie's shorts and the blond boy stretched, sucking in his lean stomach so it would be easy for Trent's fingers to slide down. Colin could see movement under the cloth. He pushed a hand down into his own briefs to rub himself, imagining how incredibly good it would feel if it were Trent who was touching him. The pumping of Trent's fist pushed Robbie's shorts down off his hips and with mounting excitement Colin saw that the blond boy was not wearing any underwear. The idea of wearing the camp shorts without underwear made him so hard he nearly betrayed his presence by making a sound, but he caught it in time. He watched as Robbie arched, lifting his hips so the shorts could be slid off his butt. Finally Trent lifted the elastic waist up over Robbie's boner and pulled the shorts below the boy's knees, holding them so Robbie could pull his legs free one by one. Stripped naked, the boy stretched out on the mattress, arms extended behind his head while Trent stroked him, and as Colin watched he saw Robbie squirm then tense and pull one knee half up. Colin knew what had happened. Robbie had gotten the throbbing that felt so good, the kind that jerked your hips and made you feel like you had to pee. Colin loved the way that felt, but so far he had only managed to get it twice because Peter never tried to help and he couldn't do it by himself. Over on the mattress Trent was leaning close to Robbie, stroking the boy's side, whispering to him, and Colin thought it would be worth dying if he could do that with Trent just once. He stared at Robbie, comparing the naked boy to himself. Robby was older, thirteen, so his legs were a little longer, but Colin was sure he could out-jump or out-run him because he was stronger. In his own body, which was hairless and slender just like Robbie's, you could see muscles from the swim team practices and gymnastics he did at the 'Y'. Robbie didn't have any of that. Their hair was different, too. Robbie's was straight and blond, like Lonnie's. Colin had black, curly hair. "White Irish" his mother called him, meaning he had dark hair and pale skin. Once he had hated his pale skin, which sunburned so easily, and he had wanted to look more like Lonnie. But in the past year, as he had watched himself growing and developing, he had decided he liked himself the way he was. When Trent straightened up to take off his shirt Colin got a good look at Robbie's stiff boner and saw that it was bigger than his own, but not by much. That was okay he thought. At the 'Y' there were boys his age bigger than him, but most of them had hair already. Colin thought hair was ugly and he was glad he didn't have any yet. In the moonlight it was hard to be sure, but he thought Robbie was all smooth there, too. The summer before, Lonnie hadn't had any hair and he had done it with Trent lots of times so Colin was sure it would be all right. Peering through the crack Colin watched Trent strip. The moon's rays slanted across the counselor's lean, hard body showing every muscle and Colin got so stiff his boner ached. That was exactly how he wanted to look! Trent was so cool! Colin wanted to be just like him and was sure he would die if somehow Trent never noticed. The tall counselor stretched out on his side pulling Robbie toward him and the sight of their two bodies merging gave Colin a feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him want to rub himself harder. What Trent was doing looked so nice. It was nothing like what Peter had done. When he and Peter had done it the older boy had just made him pull his knees up and gotten on top of him. He watched as Trent stroked Robbie and saw the young boy hug back, pulling a knee up onto Trent's hip. Then Trent kissed Robbie on the lips and Colin stared in surprise. He and Peter had never done that. Colin had never even imagined it. Seeing the way Robbie kissed back, squirming and twisting his hips as he clung to Trent's hard body, Colin was sure it must be super nice and he had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound. He wanted so much for it to be himself Trent was holding instead of Robbie. Were they going to do it now? Lonnie had said the boathouse was the best place, but maybe Robbie didn't know how. Colin hadn't until Peter showed him. Maybe they would just do the other thing and Trent would put it in Robbie's mouth. Colin had learned how to do that, too, and he knew he was good at it because Peter had said so. He hadn't liked doing it with Peter very much but with Trent he was sure it would be different. Just thinking about it brought an aching pressure into his groin and his straining boner throbbed. Colin bit his lip again to stifle a moan and then, unable to wait any longer, pushed his shorts and briefs down around his ankles. The feel of cool night air on his naked butt made him shudder with excitement and he stroked his hard penis, rubbing his fingers up and down the jutting shaft. The sensation felt so incredibly good he wanted to thrust with his hips but he didn't dare for risk of giving his presence away. Instead he pressed an eye back to the gap in the boards, and what he saw sent another thrill of excitement shuddering through him. Trent was stroking Robbie's butt, his palm sliding over the rounded mounds while his fingertips caressed the boy's center crease. Colin was sure Robbie liked it because the boy was squirming against Trent while his leg pulled up even higher on the lanky counselor's hip. Colin stopped rubbing himself and slid a hand back onto his own butt. From studying himself in the mirror he knew that gymnastics had developed his muscles and given his butt a hard jutting curve. He was sure it stuck out more than Robbie's did. Colin knew his was better and he watched enviously as Trent kept stroking the other boy. Then he held his breath. Trent's fingers were pushing between Robbie's mounds. The blond boy tensed and then clung to the lanky counselor, squirming, as Colin felt more aching pressure in his groin. Trent had put a finger into Robbie, he was sure of it. It was just like what Peter had done to him a few times, and before Colin could stop himself the thought had made his hips jerk. Heart pounding he watched for any sign that Trent or Robbie had heard him, but the two figures remained locked together twisting on the mattress. Colin slid a fist on his stiff boner and jerked again. Now something was happening. Trent was turning Robbie onto his back. They were going to do it! Colin shifted position trying to get a better view and saw that Robbie was turning all the way over to his other side. What was this? Trent was placing his groin against Robbie's butt, so their two bodies were nested together. A thrill shot through Colin and he shuddered with excitement. They were going to do it! This was a different way - one Peter had never shown him. Maybe Peter didn't know how, but of course Trent would. Trent knew everything! He was the coolest! Bursting with envy, Colin watched the older teen lock an arm around Robbie's slim waist. Then the blond boy was squirming, bending his upper leg and lifting it slightly. "Uhhhhhh..." Robbie's soft moaning cry surprised Colin. What a little pussy! Was he doing it for the first time? Colin knew the first time hurt. He hadn't liked it much, but he had never cried or anything. He would never do that! His butt had been sore for days after and he hadn't whined about that either. Peter had told him he'd like it better after a few times, and he had, but it wasn't because of anything Peter had done. Colin had learned all by himself how to get open so Peter wouldn't have to force it in, and that had made it a lot better. "Uhhh... Uhhhhh..." Robbie's head was thrown back and his slender body arched against Trent's strong encircling arm. Then he quivered, and when his pulled up leg jerked Colin was sure that Trent had gone all the way into him. He stared as the rangy counselor's hips began to grind, wishing with all his heart that it could have been Trent who had taught him everything instead of Peter. Why had Lonnie been the lucky one? Doing it with Peter had been... he wasn't sure what, but he could still remember the soft bulge of fat on the older boy's hips, the dense ugly tangle of hair in his crotch and the tang of arm pit smell when Peter had lain on top of him. Trent was so different! Colin watched the play of muscle in the counselor's lean body and thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He wanted to look like that so much! Everything about Trent was perfect, even his smell. Colin thought Trent's smell was like pine woods on a hot summer day and whenever he could he tried to get close enough to catch the scent of it. The idea of being naked in Trent's arms, the way Robbie was, filled by the older teen's hardness and surrounded by his smell seemed to Colin like the most wonderful thing that could ever possibly be. He rubbed himself, feeling an aching urgency in his groin that made him want to take off his shirt and be completely bare. He started to do it, lifting the bottom edge but the coolness of the night air on his lean belly and lower back reminded him that he was out in the open and had to be careful. Leaving the shirt bunched under his arms he went back to stroking himself while pressing an eye to the gap in the boards. Trent was moving. His hips were pumping in a steady rhythm and when Colin saw that his hand was in Robbie's groin, rubbing the young boy's jutting boner, it gave him a tingling thrill of excitement. That was why Trent did it this way! It was so he could jerk Robbie while they were doing it. That was so awesome! Peter had never shown him anything like that! Ugly, smelly Peter had probably never even thought of it! He was nothing like Trent. Trent was the coolest, most awesome person in the world! Robbie's legs kicked and then his head pulled back. As the slender boy arched, Colin knew he was having the incredibly good feeling Colin himself had only gotten twice. Each time he had wanted it to go on and on and never stop but it did stop and he was sure it was because Peter always finished too soon. Trent wasn't stopping, and Robbie jerked and kicked, twisting against Trent's encircling arm while the older teen kept thrusting with his hips and rubbing him. Colin had to bite his lip to keep from crying out in envy. Robbie was so lucky - and he probably didn't even know it! Colin would have given anything to be in his place. He squeezed his butt trying to get the same feeling in himself. There was a little throb but it was nothing like what he was sure Robbie was feeling. Now Trent was pumping faster and Colin's heart pounded with excitement as he saw Robbie arch again, tensing like a drawn bow. Was Robbie going to shoot? Colin could a little. The second time when he had gotten the good feeling there had been hard throbs in his boner that had made his hips move and warm slippery drops had come out of his tip. At first Colin had thought it was pee, but Peter had said it wasn't. Peter could shoot big white globs then went a long way. Peter had shown him the first time, and then after that he had always done it into him or else let Colin take him in his mouth. Would Trent like that? Peter had. Colin could tell by the way Robbie's feet were shaking that the slender boy was getting close and he wondered why the boy wasn't moving around or making more noise. When it had been happening to him that first time Colin had wanted to move around and make noise because it felt so good, but the moment he started Peter had slapped him and told him not to be a little fag. Colin had hated Peter for that. He wasn't a fag. He knew about girls - at school he even had girlfriends - but wanting to do it with Trent was different. It was because Trent was so awesome, and because Colin wanted to be so much like him, and... He didn't know why, really. All he knew was that Lonnie had done it and he just had to do it, too - and the only reason he let Peter do it was so he could find out... Colin had never even tried explaining to Peter, and after the slap when they had done it he had kept quiet and stopped moving. He had hoped it would be different with Trent. Maybe Robbie just didn't know... It was coming now. Colin knew it. Robbie was jerking, thrusting his hips against Trent's encircling arm while the counselor pumped him even faster. Suddenly the boy gave a little high-pitched cry, "Ohh... Ohhhhh...", and every muscle in his slim body tensed. For what seemed like forever Robbie strained against Trent's encircling arm while Colin watched, rubbing himself as hard as he could. Then with another soft, moaning cry the boy finally collapsed, his slender form shuddering. Colin held his breath as throbs jerked in his own rigid penis. That had been so awesome! Robbie was so incredibly lucky! In the dim light he had been unable to see if the slender boy had shot anything but it didn't matter. Robbie had just done it with Trent and for sure he had just had the incredibly good feeling that Colin wanted so much himself. Just watching had brought him close. Envious and jealous he stared through the crack at the way Trent was stroking Robbie, running his hand up and down the boy's flank and hip. Trent turned Robbie and Colin moved his head trying to see. What were they doing? Heart racing he watched Trent position Robbie on his back and saw the boy spread his knees to wrap his slender legs around Trent's lean waist. They weren't finished yet! This was how Peter and he had done it! Colin stroked his hard stomach and thighs in excitement as he watched Trent get into position. The counselor's lean muscular body was outlined by shadow and moonlight. Robbie's legs tightened around him and Colin heard the blond boy cry out softly. Then he saw the pale gleam of Trent's hips begin moving. Colin bit his lip, imagining how it must be for Robbie to be filled with Trent's hardness and felt a longing so strong it nearly made him cry out. Now Trent was moving faster and he could hear Robbie making tiny moans on each thrust, "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." The soft little sounds went twisting into Colin, bringing back the aching urgency in the pit of his belly. He rubbed himself, thinking of the way it had felt with Peter and pretending that it had been Trent instead and felt a series of throbs pulse in his straining shaft. "Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh..." The sounds were louder and now Robbie's feet were kicking. The two bodies on the mattress bucked. Colin saw Trent thrust and hold himself against Robbie, his head pulling back. Then the blond boy was clinging to him and they were both jerking, their naked bodies twisting together. Afterwards Colin watched Trent hold Robbie in his arms, kissing the boy, stroking him, and it seemed to Colin that nothing more wonderful could ever happen then for Trent to do that with him. He longed to be held by Trent, cuddled against the older teen's firm lean body, surrounded by his warmth and scent. Silvery moonlight glistened on Robbie's smooth slender body as he clung to Trent, writhing in the older teen's arms, making little thrusts with his hips. When Trent kissed him and stroked Robbie's butt Colin's eyes widened. They were going to do more! Trent was so awesome! He began to rub himself again, fist pumping on his jutting little shaft. Even though he hadn't liked Peter that much Colin had never wanted to stop when they were doing it. But after shooting off, Peter would just lie on him for a while then get up and go to the bathroom. Now, as he watched Trent slide a palm on Robbie's silky butt, encouraging the boy to continue, Colin felt an excitement unlike anything he had ever known. A throbbing deep in his belly made him catch his breath and then, while the pale mounds of Robbie's butt thrust in the moonlight, his own hips bucked and hard contractions jerked his straining boner bringing more slippery wetness dribbling out of his slit. Colin threw his head back, biting his tongue to keep from moaning and when he looked again Trent was on his back with Robbie writhing on top of him. In the moon's rays that poured through the open end of the shed Colin saw Trent's finger slide up and down Robbie's butt crease and then the boy spread his legs as Trent pushed two fingers against his hole. As they sank in Robbie pulled his head back, squirming, his slim body lifting into an arch and Colin tensed with him, fist pumping on his rigid little shaft. The light was bright enough to show Trent's hand twisting in Robbie's butt, then the boy's hips were thrusting and Colin's bucked with him, his rigid shaft throbbing with contractions. Drops of warm slippery stuff rolled over his fist... The moonlit figures shifted, with Trent turning Robbie so the boy lay on his back on top of the older teen with his hard little penis jutting upward. Colin saw wetness glittering at its tip. Robbie stretched his arms back over his head and lifted his knees, spreading his legs as Trent positioned him. The moon's silvery light showed Trent's big erection sticking out in front of Robbie's crotch and Colin squeezed himself, aching for Trent's hardness to be inside him, to fill him completely, the way he had craved ever since Peter had shown him... except he hadn't wanted it to be Peter, he had wanted it to be Trent and he wanted it to be himself stretched back on Trent's hard body the way Robbie was, with the blunt head of Trent's shaft pushing into his hole... He watched as it sank into Robbie, the boy's lithe body twisting, and Colin writhed with him, pumping his fist on his straining boner... Robbie straightened his slender legs and squirmed to drive Trent's hard shaft deep into his rectum while the older teen held him loosely around the chest. Sliding a hand on the young boy's smooth hairless body, Trent let him twist and writhe and then reached down to stroke the rigid little boner jutting up from Robbie's groin. As his fingers pumped, Robbie stretched his arms back and spread his legs so far apart Colin could see the slickness of Trent's thick rod sticking into him. Trent lifted his hips, driving himself further into Robbie's hole and Colin felt a throbbing ache behind his own hard penis. He stared through the crack watching as Trent moved his hips faster while Robbie stretched back over the counselor's hard body, straining his legs apart to open himself for Trent's thrusts. Keeping one arm around the boy to hold him in place Trent rubbed with his other, sliding his fingers in a steady rhythm on Robbie's jutting penis. The young boy writhed, moaning softly, arching back to spread-eagle himself on the older teen and then, suddenly, his legs were jerking and glistening drops of wetness rolled off the head of his penis. Colin held his breath, rubbing himself as hard as he could while he watched Trent continue to thrust. The rangy councilor's fingers pumped Robbie's shaft as the boy arched back on him, legs spread apart, slim body turned to silver in the moonlight. In the open crack of Robbie's butt Colin saw the glistening slickness of Trent's rod sliding in the boy, and then Robbie was twisting, jerking up against the counselor's encircling arm as more glittering drops came rolling off his tip. Colin watched, face pressed to the gap in the boards, as it went on and on with Robbie arched back over Trent, legs spread, squirming to impale himself on the older teen's thick rod while the Trent kept pumping him into spasm after spasm that jerked the young boy's body. Then Trent began to move faster and Robbie twisted, stretching himself so that every curve of bone and muscle in his tense slender body seemed sculpted by moonlight. Trent's glistening rod slid in him and just above the boy's rigid boner, in the smooth silky sweep of stretched lower belly framed by the vee of his groin, Colin saw a bulge appear at each of Trent's deep thrusts. The older teen began to pump even faster and Colin watched Robbie strain to open himself. With a soft groan Trent suddenly lifted beneath Robbie, pushing up to thrust into him, hips bucking. Robbie's spread-eagled body arched like a bow. Mouth open, a bulge showing in his lower belly, he stretched back in the moon's rays, impaled on Trent's jutting rod, jerking and writhing. A glistening spurt shot from the tip of his boner and then, as Colin watched, more drops arced out while Robbie's legs kicked again and again and again... "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." The boy's gasps of ecstasy went through Colin like knife blades, bringing a hard contraction into his own straining penis. As he thrust his hips a series of pulsing throbs sent warm slipperiness rolling over his pumping fist. When it was over Colin leaned against the wall breathing through his open mouth, terrified that the two inside would hear him, but when he looked again Trent and Robbie were locked together on the mattress, arms around each other, and he could see that the counselor was stroking the boy, rubbing a palm slowly on the silky mounds of his rounded butt. Colin took a deep shuddering breath, so envious of Robbie it was hard to keep looking. Somehow he was going to find a way to beat him. The other boy was older and taller, plus he could shoot, but Colin knew he had the better build and was stronger. Somehow he was going to get Trent to notice him and next movie night it would be his turn. He would never tell Trent about Peter, and he would pretend it was his first time so Trent would teach him everything and it would be just the way he had always imagined it - the way it had been for Lonnie... Colin heard whispering. Looking through the crack he saw Trent getting to his feet, pulling Robbie up as well. The boy's smooth slender body and blonde hair glistened in the silvery moonlight and Colin watched as they kissed, the boy pressing sweetly against Trent's hard form. When they started dressing Colin pulled up his underwear and shorts before backing cautiously away from the wall. After fixing his shirt he slipped away back to his hiding place behind the tree where he halted, listening, until there was a sound of footsteps going away. When he peeked out there were two figures walking off along the beach, their arms around each other. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow his cabin would have their first swim and he knew exactly what he was going to do. At home he was one of the best swimmers on the 'Y' team but tomorrow he would struggle in the water and pretend to be a beginner. Trent would give him a lesson then. Trent gave all the beginners lessons - and there, in the water with the counselor, Colin would cling and rub against him. It would work, Colin knew it would, and the moment Trent touched him he would touch back and then... Colin was sure it would be all right. He knew as much as Robbie did - maybe more - and he was stronger, with better muscles. He would pretend to learn fast, Trent would like that, and maybe Trent would take him out to the float in the lake where Lonnie had said there was a place underneath - a space with light coming up green from below - and they could strip and Colin would press his naked body against Trent's, feeling the older teen's arms around him, and then he would slip beneath the water and take Trent in his mouth, and then... Colin put a hand into his shorts to rub himself one last time before coming out from behind the tree. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow for sure! As he trotted up the path heading back toward camp he told himself that this would be the last time he wore any underwear. From now on he would go naked under his shorts like Robbie... ---------------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read my story and if you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I will try to answer all serious mailings. Rants and ravings will not get consideration. All the Best. Joe