Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 21:43:00 -0700 (PDT) From: D R Subject: The Unloved Crazy Summer The Unloved Crazy Summer The names have been changed to protect identities. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy. Hotmovieboi2001@yahoo.com My name is Dax. I'm about 24, blue eyes, brown hair, I weight about 245 lbs. I don't want to say that I'm extremely overweight, but I'm not skinny either. I'm very respected in the community as an adult leader in the BSA. A lof of the young people come to me for advice, I never let down. Parents and adults don't understand why I work with young people so well, I believe it's a God given gift. Enough jibber jabber, let's move on. I'm one of the chosen adult leaders to take a group of boys camping to the summer camp located about three hours south of where we live. My have many boys in the troop, good looking, not so good looking, boys from good homes, broken homes, loved, or misunderstood. I love all the boys equally. Nothing would have ever prepared me for what I was expecting to happen at this summer camp. We had traveled from the meeting place where we meet for our meetings. In my van, I had, and have to admit, my favorite boys out of the group. Brothers, Mike, 16, and Alex, 15, both with brown hair and hazel eyes, Mike was thin, short and older, while Alex was built, tall, and younger. Mac, 11, a dark haired, young man with a small frame, Stan, 10, a small skater boy with a thin frame, his older cousin Ben, 17, small looks except tall, and Kurt, 13, a preppy, blonde hair kid. I try not to play favorites, but these are the guys that hang around me the most so I know how they all tick and what sets them off. When we reached the destination, we checked into camp, trekked a mile to the site, set up camp, had the boys changed into their trunks for the swim test, come back, dress for dinner. A group of boys left for a river rafting trip for the week and I was left with all the beginner campers. With our fair share of knife cuts, skunk scares, and everything, the boys returned from the raft trip on Friday afternoon. That evening we went to the camp fire, enjoyed some laughs, and everyone went to bed for the night. Here's where it begins. I heard a whisper at my tent. "Dax, Dax, you awake" I groggily reached for my watch and looked at the time, it was 3:30 in the morning. My boys have never been awake in the middle of the night unless something was bothering them. "Now, I am, what's wrong," I whispered back? "I really need to talk to you, can you walk with me to `The Point'?" "The Point" was the Indian point near the lake where they taught the Indian Lore merit badge. I put on some sweats, my in camp sneakers, and my rash guard shirt. I met up with Alex about half way and we started walking. The silence was kind of crazy for me, however, I know that crunch of leaves beneath our feet was just thinking time for Alex. We finally reached "The Point." We stood looking out over the lake as the orange moon was reflected in the water. I had to break the silence. "Well, we're here," in a voice that just audible to us. This must have shaken Alex. He jumped as I spoke. "Yeah," he responded unsure of himself. "Alex...what's wrong?" "Is there...have you...I don't know," searching for his words. "You won't tell anyone about what we talk about, right?" "According to my rules, everything we talk about is kept secret, unless you plan on hurting yourself or someone else." "Ok," he paused, "I like someone." "That's all, that's fine, what's the problem?" "I like like someone." "Well, Alex, if you like like someone, usually it means that you love them." "I know, I just don't think that this person lov," he has always had problems saying love, "I don't think this person feels the same way." He stood up and began pacing, he stopped and looked at the lake. Sensing something wasn't right, I knew that it was time to intervene a little bit. "Listen, Alex, just tell me, don't think about it, it'll just make it harder." He turned around and just jumped into my arms, he armed his arms around me. This kind of took me for a surprise, I never expected this kid to be this, this emotional. Tears were streaming down his face. "I think I might be...gay." "Alex, Alex, sssshhhh shhhhh, it's ok. You just can't tell anyone in the troop, I don't have a problem with it." "You will though, because the person I like is you," then he lifted his head and began to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth." "ALEX," I stepped back! "You can't do that. I can't, it doesn't work that way." "See, I knew it." "Alex, you don't understand, one, this would never work out, two, I can go to jail, and loose my reputation as an adult." Alex dropped to the ground in a heap and started to cry. I ran over and hugged him, he pulled away several times, and I just held on stronger. After about five minuets he calmed down, we ended up sitting down and talking for hours about he came to the decision of becoming gay, why he chose me, and didn't understand what the so bad about an adult and a youth being together. Morning was slowly growing closer I felt, I pulled out my watch from my sweat pockets it was 4:30 am. I stood up. "Please don't go, stay for another hour, no one will be awake," he quickly jumped up and pleaded grabbing my hand. I agreed. I sat down on the ground with my knees bent and he just came and sat down inbetween them. His back was against my chest. Something was in the back of my mind, a love for this kid who never really knew love, this was not only affecting my mind, but what was in my pants, as well. He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his waist; my hands had dropped into his lap, his head laid against my shoulder. Something happened as I slowly began to rub inner thigh. He looked up and me and I looked down, he leaned up and began to kiss me, our tongues intertwined, I slowly kissed down his neck and back up. He pulled off his shirt and took my hand and rubbed it over his chest, he reach under my shirt and felt my semi muscular chest. "Have you ever had a blow job," I asked him? "No." I changed positions and got between his legs, I slid his yellow soccer shorts down to reveal his blue knit boxers. His boner was poking out. I pulled his boxers down to reveal four inches of boy cock. He had a small teenage circumsized mushroom head. He gasped as I took his cock and began to stroke it, it really set him off when I engulfed his cock with my mouth. I've only ever given two blow jobs before so I will admit that I'm no expert. I worked my mouth along his shaft and his boy balls. "I can't hold it," he breathed heavily. "Let it go," I said picking up the pace. He blew five strong boy loads. I let three go into my waiting mouth and two all over my face. "Oh my god, that was amazing." Well I'm glad you liked it. He got up to put his shorts on and as I was getting up, he jumped on me and pulled my sweats and my boxer briefs down. He started working on my five and a half inch uncut cock. I couldn't believe that this was happening, it starteled me, I got up, and quickly jumped on his kneeling over him as he sucked my dick, I grabbed my dick and started jerking it quickly. "Do you want to take it down?" "I'll try." "Open up." I blew four thick loads into his waiting mouth. "That was great, what else can we do?" "We don't have anymore time, everyone will be up soon, we have to be in our tents so know one knows." We dressed and walked back, hand in hand. I stopped him in the road before the clearing. "No one, can ever know about this, I will never pretend that happened. I love you, you are a great kid, but this can never happen again." "I don't care," Alex said, "I will never be with anyone else, except you." "Other people will come and I will fade away, why did you choose me?" "You were the only one who first showed any type of love to me, even if it was a smile or a hug." We went back to the tents, with a silent hug, and a quick passionate kiss we went back into our tents. In the morning, no ever knew, the day went on as planned as we packed and left the camp ground, I dropped off everyone I had in my vehicle to their appropriate houses, and drove off back to my home, thinking that this was one crazy ass summer camp. P.S. If you haven't realized that this is a story, get a life.