Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 15:58:39 EDT From: William Watts Subject: You Pass This Way But Once - Chapter 5 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * You Pass This Way But Once - by BW Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 5 - A wonderful summer. March 2000 It turned out to be a very active summer. In addition to the summer baseball league, dad worked it out with one of his friends from the college (the golf coach) to give Seth and me private golf lessons. Every morning we would meet him at the course at 8AM for a lesson. We would follow that up by playing a quick nine holes, one day on the front nine and the next day on the back nine. It only took a couple of weeks before we had both noticeably improved. Seth and I agreed that we would have to figure out something special to do for my dad, seeing he was paying for our lessons and the youth memberships at the club. With all of these activities going on, the summer was passing by very quickly. Before we knew it, it was time to head off to summer camp. The Saturday before camp started we loaded all our gear into dad's car. He planned to take us both on Sunday after church, as we were expected to be there by late afternoon. The ride to the camp took almost two hours but it was worth every minute of it, as the camp was in a perfect location. It was located on the end of a crystal clear lake, in the midst of a thick, lush forest that spread out over several rolling hills. The camp was comprised of a bunch of buildings, a swimming area, game fields, hiking trails and activity sites. Among the buildings, there was the counselor's office, the kitchen/mess hall, the infirmary, the toilets/shower room and several residential cabins. There was also a large boathouse down by the lake. The office and mess hall were in front (just behind the dirt road which ran along the edge of the lake), with the infirmary and toilets/showers behind them and the cabins were in a horseshoe around the main buildings. Upon arrival, we were all directed to the mess hall where we would be given our introductory speech, assigned to our cabins and introduced to our cabin counselors. The meeting started with the Head Counselor, Mr. Johnson, giving us the introduction and telling us all that we needed to know. Each day was to begin with a 6 AM wake-up, 7 AM breakfast and followed by our cabin's daily schedules. Half of the cabins would start the day with swimming and canoeing while the other half took those activities in the afternoon. The other half of the day would be spent rotating through a series of pre-assigned activities. After dinner, another set of group activities would be scheduled. There would also be an overnight campout, a quarter of the cabins joining forces for each of the four overnighters. Seth and I were assigned to the same cabin (thank god) and we met our cabin counselor, Scott. After the session was concluded, Scott took us to our quarters. Each cabin had 12-15 boys assigned to it. There was one large room with cots lined up on each side of a center aisle. At one end of the building, there was a small room in which the cabin counselor stayed. We were allowed to select our own cots so Seth and I selected cots that were next to each other. We unpacked our gear into our locker, put the bedding on our cots and we went back outside to walk around. Each cabin counselor was to give his campers a tour of the facilities, pointing out what all of the buildings were for and to point out areas where they were not permitted to wander. By the time this was completed, it was time for dinner. At dinner they announced that there would be free time until lights out at 10 PM. We would be able to take showers during the evening or morning hours and it would be our choice. After we ate, Seth and I wanted to try to find a quiet spot where we could spend some time alone, today and in the future. We walked around the end of the lake, found a little inlet the jutted off of the lake and we followed it inland. It went back about twenty or thirty yards and fed into a little grassy area covered in bushes. We continued to look around and we found an open area behind the bushes that had a rock overhand about six feet up. This would be perfect. The bushes would hide us from the front and we could sit under the overhang that would keep us from being spotted from anyone further up the hill. We knew that we didn't have much time before it got dark, seeing it took us a while to find this place, so we had to figure a way to get each other off quickly. Seth suggested that, if we laid head to toe, we could give each other a blowjob at the same time. I said that sounded fine to me so we took down our pants and undershorts and got into position. There, within my reach, was Seth's boy meat. It was slightly longer now, than when we first started nearly a year ago, and I wasted no time in reaching out and taking it into my mouth. Taking Seth orally was almost as familiar to me as eating or breathing and I loved his taste and his boy smell. He wasn't quite hard when we began but it took only seconds to correct that situation. I slid my mouth around the slick head and then down the firm pole. I allowed my tongue to explore and caress the warm exterior skin as I begin to apply suction while letting my head repeatedly raise and lower. I settled into a loving pace as I let Seth know how much I needed this. Seth was doing the same thing to me. I loved the sensations, as I felt the warmth of Seth's mouth engulf my engorged member and I enjoyed the feeling of the slight roughness of his tongue as it lapped up and down the surface of my dick. I found it difficult trying to divide my attention between trying to focus on pleasing my partner and enjoying the feelings that I was receiving from his ministrations. Those all to familiar tingling sensations were beginning to awaken deep in my loins and I was on the one way express to heaven. As the tingling grew stronger and started to radiate upward through my shaft, I tried to concentrate on Seth's wiener so I could bring him off at the same time that I would erupt. We were both working frantically on each other; bobbing, licking and slurping on each other's boner as we moved closer and closer to our mutual release. My juices were now boiling over in my scrotum and my cream began its journey up my tube in an effort to release the pressure building within. The first spurt shot from my tip, splashed against the warm interior of Seth's oral cavity, soon to be followed by four more streams of my cum. Just before my third wave escaped the tiny opening on my dickhead, Seth's first string of semen entered my mouth, sliding down my oral lining before entering my throat. We both lapped at our lover's penis, applying additional pressure in an effort to suck the creamy liquid that tried to linger in the slender tubes. I loved the sweet flavor of Seth's jizm, as it was like getting a candy reward for my efforts, and I savored every tasty drop before it slid down my throat. Completely satiated by our partner's efforts, we fell onto our backs to enjoy the afterglow created by our orgasm. We couldn't linger for long, as we knew that it would soon be dark and our cabin counselor would be wondering where we were. Without having to say a word, we both pulled up our trousers and returned to our temporary home. As we walked into the cabin, we noticed that there was only one other kid there, looking very lost and alone. "Where is everyone?" I asked him. "They're lighting a bonfire down by the lake. Everyone else went down to see it." "Why didn't you go?" "It didn't sound like it would be all that great and I kind of had a problem with a couple of the other guys. I didn't want to be near them so I stayed here." "Come on. You can go with us. I'm Logan and this is Seth." "Thanks. I'm Timmy." We both said hello. "Logan and I are thirteen, Timmy," Seth added. "How old are you?" "I'm eleven, almost twelve." He looked a little nervous. "Does that make a difference?" "No, of course not," Seth replied. "I was just curious. If you want, you can hang with us now and whenever else you need friends." "Yeah, that sounds good. Let's go." We walked down toward the lake and we could see the soft glow as the bonfire began to take hold. It was only partially ignited, as the flames were just beginning to sweep around the side of the collection of wood and moving toward the rear of the stack of lumber. As we got closer to the area, another boy turned and saw us and he moved in our direction. ''What are you guys doing with the homo?" he spat it out with hatred in his voice. "If it's any of your business, we're here with our cabin mates," I answered him, "and if you don't like it you can just stay away and mind your own business." "Yeah," Seth added, "and if you don't watch that big mouth of yours I might just be forced to close it with my fist." The boy looked shocked by our defense of Timmy and he moved away from us quickly. "Thanks for sticking up for me," Timmy said meekly. "What was that all about?" I asked him. "He's from my school. I didn't know he was coming to this camp. It's just my luck that he's also in our cabin. I appreciate your help but you guys don't have to hang with we if you don't want to." Timmy started to turn to go back to the cabin. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked him. "Just because some kid has a foul mouth doesn't mean that we've changed our minds. Let's go over there and sit down," I said indicating a spot of the opposite side of the bonfire from that other kid. "But I didn't think.that after what he said.ah.that you'd want me.to, well, stick around." "Who cares what he says," Seth added. "We don't need him to make up our minds. We invited you to join us and nothing he said has changed that." "Really?" "Yeah, REALLY," I emphasized. "All that matters to us is that you seem like a nice guy and you could use some friends. If you want us to, we can be your buddies for the two weeks we're here." "YES, I'd like that that. I'd like that a lot. So, you really don't care what he said about me?" "Heck, no." Seth responded. "There are always idiots out there that think they have to label other people to make themselves feel good or look better. What they don't seem to realize is, it only makes them look like narrow-minded bigots. We never listen to jerks like that. Even if it were true, it wouldn't make any difference to us." Timmy first looked up in disbelief and, then, he smiled at us as he read our expressions, seeing that we meant what we said. It appeared that he wasn't used to this kind of support. I imagine that similar statements, like the one that kid had made to us, must have driven a lot of potential friends away from him, as they became afraid that they might be tainted by Timmy's label. We had made up our minds to take a stand on this issue. It was easy decision, seeing that we'd probably never see any of these boys again after the two weeks were up. It couldn't hurt us and it might make a lasting effect on Timmy's self esteem. "Thanks. I've never had anyone stand up for me like that before." "It was nothing," Seth told him. "Besides," I added, "I love to make bullies back down. They're not so big when they don't think they have an advantage or when they aren't surrounded by their friends." "It may not have been a big deal to you two but it was to me. Most guys would have heard what Ray said and then they would have run the other way before I contaminated them, like it's contagious or something. He's made it so most of my old friends from back home won't have anything to do with me any more." "We'll see if we can't do something about that," Seth added. "Maybe we can find a way to get him to change his mind before he leaves here." "If not, we'll try to scare the crap out of him or teach him a little lesson before he leaves," I added. We all went over and took our place, out of Timmy's nemesis's line of sight. Once the fire got going, they brought out marshmallows to roast for those who wanted to. We did. We went over, got a stick, put our marshmallow on the end and held it near the fire. The exterior of the treat would brown, or sometimes burn, but they tasted quite good after we remembered to let them cool down. We all burned our tongues or lips on our first try at consuming them. Soon it was time to go back to the cabin and turn in for the evening. Timmy thanked us, again, when we got back. We told him that he was welcomed to hang with us whenever he wanted to and then we turned in. Six o'clock came awfully early. We dragged ourselves out of bed, grabbed our towels and bath kits and headed for the showers. We stopped to invite Timmy to join us, which he eagerly agreed to. We were among the first boys there, so we decided to shower quickly first. It was a U-shaped shower area, with showerheads lining both sides of the U. There appeared to be a couple dozen nozzles sticking out of the walls. The three of moved to an area together, turned on the faucets and adjusted the water temperature. Of course, we all had to coyly check each other out and Seth and I soon discovered that Timmy had a nearly hairless body and a cute, little, pre-pubescent, cut peter. We finished our showers, brushed our teeth and we were just leaving as Ray entered the area. He gave us an evil looking grin as he passed us, like he thought he had caught us doing something just by being there together. I knew that I was going to have to put this kid in his place. We went back to the cabin and our counselor told us we would have swimming/canoeing after breakfast so we should put on our swim trunks and a tee shirt to start with. We did and went to eat. After we finished breakfast, we went back to the cabin to clean up, fix our cots and take a brief rest before going down to the lake to begin our first session. Half of the cabins were assigned to swimming/canoeing in the morning. Then that group was split in two with half doing canoeing first while the other half swam. We switched after about an hour. Our cabin had canoeing first and it worked out that the lessons required three boys to a canoe. Today was just the basics before we moved over to take a swimming test so the camp lifeguards could assess our abilities before assigning us to a group. The three of us were real good swimmers and were placed in the advanced class while we noticed Ray with the beginners. The categories were non-swimmers, beginners, intermediate and advanced. We later discovered that Timmy was on the YMCA swim team and had been swimming competitively for a couple of years. After lunch, our counselor took us on a hike to familiarize us with the area. He pointed out various spots along the way, such as where certain activities would be held, where there was a steep drop off that we were to avoid, where the camp bounded up to private property and where we would have our overnight camp out. He also pointed out various types of trees and plant life, told us about the wildlife we might see in the area (not during this hike as we were too loud) and he told us what to do if we happened to get lost or separated from our group. I already knew some of this stuff but I still managed to learn something new. After dinner we were told that our group would have some free time (about an hour) before we would go on an owl hunt. We weren't quite sure what this was but it sounded interesting. The three of us went down to sit by the lake as we waited for the owl hunt to begin. During this time, Timmy told us why Ray was so miserable to him. It seems that Ray thought he caught Timmy staring at one of his friends in the shower room after a PE class. As he started to give Timmy grief about this, Timmy's body betrayed him and he popped a boner. That was all it took. Ray has been making his life miserable ever since. We tried to make Timmy feel better by telling him the story about how Jeff caught us both sporting erections after a football practice. Timmy laughed and told us how lucky we were that Jeff wasn't like Ray or we'd still be hearing about it. None of us admitted that we were gay but I think we all understood that to be the case. We went from the lake to the area in front of the counselor's office where the head counselor would explain the owl hunt to us. This activity was designed to see if we could get any of the owls that lived in the area to respond to the head counselor as he gave his impression of the various owl calls. Owls were nocturnal creatures, thus the reason we waited until dark to do this. Mr. Johnson explained the various types of owls we might encounter and he demonstrated the different call that each specific owl made. He even demonstrated some calls of owls that were not native to this area. He was very knowledgeable and the demonstration was also entertaining. He told us that we would follow him out into the woods where he would stop, make his calls and we would listen for a response. He warned us that we would have to be very quiet throughout this hike if it were to be successful. He told us that owls have excellent hearing and sight and would only be responding from a distance. It was a lot more fun than any of us had suspected. The head counselor made the various calls for each specific type of owl, as each call was a little different from the other and not just the basic 'who', and he got three different owls to answer back. It was sooo cooool. We heard a barn owl, a Great Horned owl and a saw-whet owl each give their owl reply to what they thought might be a perspective mate. We didn't actually see any of them but we heard them answering the calls from a distance. We got back to our cabin late and went directly to sleep. Tuesday morning was a repeat of Monday, except we moved on to the next lesson with canoeing and were allowed to paddle up and down the lake, parallel to the shoreline. That afternoon, we were introduced to our first adventure site. It was called the 'crocodile pit'. There were several small raised platforms spaced irregularly and zigzagged across the floor of a clearing in the woods. The situation was that this was a river crossing and the area in between the platforms was filled with crocodiles. If you fell off of the platform you would surely be eaten. It was to make us cooperate to solve the problem and, then, carry out the solution. Some of the platforms were close enough to jump between but you would have to be careful and help each other as more bodies got on the platform. Otherwise, the latest addition to the platform might fall backwards or someone who was already on could get bumped off the other side. You could find and use things you needed from this side of the first platform. You could take them with you to use but that would mean that you had to plan the entire crossing out in your head before you started. We did find a plank, which had not been hidden in the leaves all that well, and we took that to cross over some of the wider gaps between platforms. We also found a length of rope that we would also need. We were on our way. We were doing fine until it became Ray's turn to reach one of the platforms. None of us really wanted to help him and he obviously didn't want our help. We knew that we'd have to cooperate, however, if we were to navigate this course successfully. We managed let our other cabin mates help him whenever possible but there were times when we had to put our feelings for each other aside to get where we needed to go. We made it across this obstacle, successfully, and then we put our 'crossing aides' back where we had found them, for the next group to find and use. After dinner, our cabin played a softball game against one of the other cabins. We played eleven boys to a team with the extras moving in and out of the game, utilizing free substitution. It was a great deal of fun and we played until it was nearly dark. Wednesday started with the swimming/canoeing lessons and we had another group problem to solve after lunch. This one was a ten-foot wooden wall that we had to scale to get to the other side. Again, the only way to do this was by planning and team work. We ended up lifting two boys up to sit on top of the wall and they would help pull the others up and over before dropping down on the other side themselves. It wasn't easy and we had to bring some of the smaller guys back after they had crossed over to help lift some of the heavier guys up to meet the two sitting on top of the wall. After some effort, everyone was safely on the other side. That evening, we played a soccer game against a different cabin. Seth and I aren't very good in soccer. We're fast but we don't have many skills for that sport. Timmy, on the other hand, was awesome. He made the rest of us look sick as he controlled our part of the game. I think even Ray had to admire his skill, as he helped the rest of us look better than we were. We found out later that Timmy had played on youth soccer teams since he was six. Thursday started off with our water lessons and was followed up with an experience with a rope bridge crossing. The rope bridge spanned a gully that was about 12-15 feet deep in the middle. There was one rope that you had to walk on as you crossed and two more, waist high on either side, that you would use to balance yourself. We were put in a safety harness, before we crossed, which was attached to a rope and pulleys that were controlled by our cabin counselor and the site's safety counselor. We had to use the harness so we wouldn't get hurt in case we fell or lost our balance. It was a good thing we had it, too. Almost all of us had an accident while crossing and had to be pulled back up on the rope or eased down to the ground. After the evening meal, we were scheduled to play flag football. Seth and I were ready and we planned to excel at this. Ray thought he was a running back until he saw Seth and me carry the ball. We not only were fast but we had the head and shoulder fakes, the cutback ability and the experience to far outshine the others. He was even complimentary in the huddle after a couple of our runs. We were beginning to think that maybe we wouldn't have to retaliate for the way he had treated Timmy when we first arrived. After our typical morning, we had a big game of capture the flag in the afternoon. Our cabin was paired with another cabin and we played against the boys from two other cabins. It was a huge game area that included trees and underbrush we could use to hide behind as we tried to advance and capture the enemy's flag. Even in this game, there was a need for planning and teamwork. Our after dinner activity was a volleyball game against still another cabin. It was fun time even though our attempt at the sport wasn't very pretty. None of us had ever played volleyball, except for maybe a week in PE class, and we weren't very good at this sport. We did have a good time and we enjoyed a great many laughs and spills as we attempted to play the game as best we could. Saturday was the end of the first full week of camp but it began, for us, as every other day, down at the lake. After this, we attended a class where we learned how to use primitive weapons. This meant the customary camp instruction with the bow and arrow but it also included using a boomerang and the alottle, an old Indian weapon that consisted of a wooden leverage apparatus that was used to throw a long, feathered spear for great distances with incredible accuracy. It was a very interesting class. After dinner we were scheduled for free time. Seth and I had been waiting patiently for our next chance to spend some intimate time alone so we slipped away from the others as soon as we had finished eating. No one saw us as we went to our secret spot. * * * * * * * * If you enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.