Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 07:37:40 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Bear Island

Dear Reader: This is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to view this material.

	It's been a while since I wrote a sweet little love story between
two boys. Summer camp memories led me to write this one. Despite the best
efforts of the adults who ran my camp, the boys always managed to find time
to serve their own desires. I wonder if it's still the same, I bet it
is. Come with me to Camp Woodland, let's find out. Your comments welcome:
Chris James

<drmeta4@gmail.com>


				Bear Island (B/B)

	Remember summer camp? Well maybe you never attended one so here's a
little story about the one I ended up knowing so well. This is a flashback
to the greatest summer I ever spent in my life. No...that really sounds
foolish, I have so many more ahead. Let's just say this was the most
memorable summer I ever had. There, I can live with that.

	Camp Woodland was my parent's choice. The brochure said their
programs taught practical outdoor skills like camping, canoeing and hiking.
All things a good little boy ought to learn. I suppose my father thought
eventually it would make a man out of me. A good thing he didn't know what
the place was really like.

	This would be my third season, my rise to manhood the Woodland way.
The two years prior I had been quickly indoctrinated into the scene and
found it a paradise, but I wouldn't tell my parents that.

	Not that I minded going off to summer camp this year, I needed to
get out of town and the sooner the better. Doesn't sound good, does it?
Well let's just say there had been some incidents and maybe several people
wanted to beat me up so maybe being gone for a while was a good thing.

	The bus ride took me north through unfamiliar territory. The years
before I had been driven to camp, but this was my solo year, I was a big
boy now. My mother worried about my having to change buses in New York. You
know, all those perverts waiting to pounce on little fourteen year olds
like me. God, if only that were true, I needed a good pounce.

	See, that's my problem, I'm the pervert and several boys back home
were ready to testify to events that would prove my case. I guess it all
started when I was about eight. Not that I grew up playing with dolls or
anything, I don't like girlie things. In fact girls don't do much for me at
all. Boys are another matter entirely.

	I fooled around with several of my friends when I was younger and
that was ok, everyone did it. But then I started growing hair between my
legs when I was almost twelve and the games became more serious.

	There was one boy who seemed a little like me, at least we were
into the same things when we fooled around. I had my first orgasm with him,
unfortunately it made him barf and he didn't want to do it again. As for
me, I liked the taste and couldn't seem to get enough of his adolescent
cock juice.

	We progressed to fucking and he seemed to like it...of course he
did, I was on the bottom. I suppose the end of our relationship was my
fault even though it was his cock that caused the problem.

	I had dragged the kid home with me every day after school. My
parents both worked so I started undressing him the minute the door was
closed. All I had to do was put my hand on his cock and he was mine. Oh
yeah, his name was Jeremy, but everyone called him 'J.'

	J had a fat little cock and he was uncut. The feel of his skin
covered erection was just too cool. His cock oozed copious amounts of
pre-cum which was my signal to hop up and ride. I got a real kick out of
J's facial expressions during our sex act. He always yelped as he slid up
into me and then his tongue would hang out between his teeth as he pumped
away.

	As for me, I loved the feel of J's cock slamming home in my
rear. His moaning and groaning usually sent me over the top. "Ahhh
Chris...Oh it feels so good...Shit Chris...I'm cumming." Stuff like that
really did it for me.

	 The only thing better was the spray of warm cum filling my ass.
But J didn't always like fucking and that was all right with me to a point.
But when I wanted a good fucking he needed to perform.

	After all, this was my game. I'd invented it for the both of us.
Then J called me a fag. Queer or gay I could tolerate, but J was acting the
fag part quite well. I slapped him, he slapped me. I threw him down and got
mad enough to pin him with my cock up his ass. A harsh fuck, but later J
nailed me in the butt and we fell back laughing, the argument forgotten.

	What I should have seen was that J and I were finished. His time
became too precious to spend with me, and his new friends would never be
mine. He skipped out on me and kept his mouth shut for a while. Six months
later he would throw rocks at my bedroom window and beg me to let him do it
one more time. But I was gone from him, I'd moved on.

	My thirteenth birthday was heralded by a blow job from the sixteen
year old bag boy at the Food-Wiz named Barry. Mom had sent me for milk to
drink with my birthday cake and the carton leaked all over my jeans. The
boy escorted me to the men's room just to help me clean it off. He rubbed
paper towels on my thigh and then went higher and found my erection a
complete distraction.

	He pulled me into the handicapped stall, lowered my pants and
inhaled my cock. We live in a small town; I knew his family quite well. But
when I came in his mouth he swallowed before sinking to the bathroom floor
and taking care of his own needs.

	Now he was scared, he'd never done anything like this before, or so
he said. Yeah right, I wasn't the first which made me wonder just who else
was out there playing around. I promised never to tell and would he be
working when I got off school the following day? Oh good, he could blow me
every day if he wanted.

	But Barry freaked when I finally asked him to fuck me. Nasty
business, women were the only things he would screw. Yeah right once again,
I pulled out a rubber and Barry fucked my socks off while I lay across the
handicapped toilet. I didn't realize how spacious these stalls were. What a
convenience.

	Anyway, back to the trip north and Camp Woodland. I made it through
New York without any problems; of course it was one o'clock in the morning.
On the bus to New Hampshire I managed to seduce a thirty something
schoolteacher. His horn rimmed glasses reminded me of this movie star and
that in turn made me hot for his cock.

	I had plopped down next to the man despite all the empty seats
around us on the night run. This seemed to make him uncomfortable and I
wanted to know why. Within half an hour I pretended sleep and leaned my
head against his shoulder. I could feel him trembling, he was excited and
the bulge in his crotch was a dead giveaway.

	I put a hand on his chest and allowed it to slide into his lap
where I encountered a stiff roadblock. It was time to get on with it and so
I slid my head down to his crotch and began to nibble on his fly. The guy
almost jumped out of his seat at that but when I grasped his erection
through the fabric of his pants I got a resounding groan of delight.

	Like most guys who go for sex with boys, my teacher buddy got all
wound up and came too soon and then like a real gentleman gave me his
handkerchief when I needed to spit. Maybe I was too aggressive, sucking his
cock while squeezing his balls and my middle finger up his ass causing him
to spasm and squirt. He really needed to calm down. Instead he got off the
bus at three in the morning and never came back.

	Camp Woodland, a pervert's paradise, and a real smorgasbord of
young boys and teens. A possible world class masturbator's convention had
been called and we all came. It didn't take but a few hours to pick out the
special counselors who liked boys in their bed after lights out. I had my
own list from the previous summer, and now there were some new faces.

	OK, so there would be some perverts after us the next thirty days,
no biggie. I wasn't worried about myself since that issue had been taken
care of early on. I was sure that my reputation had preceded me and from
the looks on several faces I knew that I was still in luck.

	It was that first summer at Woodland, the one where I was
twelve. Puberty and I arrived at camp about the same time, the both of us
happy to be there. His name was Mark, he was a new counselor that
year...and he only lasted one week thanks to me.

	I was there to have fun, my definition being to have sex with as
many of the boys as were willing that first week. The unwilling would take
just a little longer. I knew Mark was perving over me the moment my parents
drove away, but I wasn't gonna let it happen. He watched, I waited...it was
his move to make.

	It was after the movie on that first Sunday when Mark asked me to
stay behind and help clean up the spilled popcorn and soda cans. I agreed,
figuring it was time to end his suffering. The man had been undressing me
with his eyes for days. Now he had me alone and he couldn't keep his hands
off.

	We picked up and dumped the trash, then right before we left he
locked the door and turned out the lights. We were alone and Mark lifted me
up and sat me on a table by the door. His hands slid to my waist and then
brushed across my stomach before settling on the front of my shorts.

	"I want to make you happy," he said. "Would you like that?"

	"I don't want to get you in trouble," I replied. "You see..."

	And that's when I told the Big Lie, the one that caused Mark to
back off, unlock the door and bolt out into the night.

	"You see...my father is a Judge. This is my first time at camp and
he says a lot of summer counselors are perverts. If I do anything with you
he'll know...I just can't lie to him...I've never been able to."

	Somehow the word got around and a certain selection of counselors
seemed to avoid me after that...they still did. That was fine; it left me
all the time I needed for scoring boys on my own...and Woodland was a gold
mine of sexual activity. Now I was fourteen, I had the experience; Chris
was on the prowl once again.

	First contact: name Brian Willoughby, at least that's what it said
on his first timer's badge. Yankee Blue Blood Type, finger up his own ass
maybe...but I wondered. I hadn't had a blonde in over six months and he was
thirteen...definitely my type.

	Brian had a hand in his crotch during most of dinner. I had the
perfect view from across the aisle. His cock went hard, then soft, then
hard, then...it went on for forty minutes, I timed it. The counselor at his
table, the one with the hand in Brian's crotch, didn't seem to care that
another boy might see this activity. I guess there was a lot of action
taking place in the dining hall that evening.

	Brian cut and ran right after the meal, but I spied him ducking
into the shower house and quickly followed. I arrived in time to hear him
punch the wall a few times and knew I had a live one here. I pushed open
the door and walked in. Brian was sitting on the floor against the lockers,
knees drawn up and his head down between them.

	"Damn, these fuckers don't waste any time trying to get in your
pants. I saw what that prick did to you...uh, Brian?" I'm definitely the
Leo type.

	"Uh...what?"

	"Unless I'm crazy he was feeling you up."

	"Uh, yeah...what the fuck...I let him, what's wrong with me?" Brian
asked.

	"You're no different than me...we're all horny," I replied.

	"Yeah? Well that's plain sick...I don't want some counselor perving
over me all month. My parents said this was a nice place...what am I gonna
do?"

	"Get yourself a boyfriend for the next thirty days," I suggested.

	"Oh that's plain nasty, I'm not gay or anything...it's like you
said...I'm horny and all these guys know it."

	"Well so am I...want to mess around with me?" I asked.

	Brian almost laughed. "Well I suppose that would be better than
some counselor trying to stick a fat cock up my ass?"

	"He asked you to do that?" I queried.

	"No...but it was goin there, I could tell. So if we mess
around...like, what do you want to do?"

	"Stick my fat cock up your ass," I laughed. "But only after you do
it to me."

	Brian got up off the floor. "So you got a fat cock, huh?" He
reached a hand out to the swelling in my shorts and gave it a squeeze. He
could feel the heft of my meat and his eyes got wide. "You weren't
kidding....wow."

	"Just your average cock...and you?"

	"Um...maybe like five inches when I get real hard," Brian said.

	"Oh, I can swallow that much real good," I said.

	The door opened just then and several boys trooped in followed by a
counselor. It was shower time for several of the cabins so we had to clear
out. I walked Brian back towards his cabin.

	"I don't know what I'm going to do about that guy..." Brian said.

	I leaned over and said a few words in his ear. Brian smiled. "You
think?"

	"Absolutely, it will stop him cold. So tomorrow go sign up for
canoeing. I'll arrange to be your partner," I said.

	"I'm not a great swimmer," Brian admitted.

	"I am, and you won't even get your feet wet, I promise."

	"Ok...uh, thanks," Brian said.

	It was nearly dark but I looked in his eyes and saw something
there. It was more than relief; it was akin to something deeply
emotional. I almost thought he was going to kiss me on the spot so I put my
hand on his shoulder. "Have a good night," I said, and then I walked away.

	My cabin was full of masturbators that night, but I was saving
myself for tomorrow. The boy sleeping next to me jerked himself at least
twice; the one above me on the top bunk shook our beds and groaned three
times. Sex was all around me but I would wait for Brian.

	He sat with me for breakfast and I studied his face for any clues,
did he still want to go forward with my suggestions? He waited until we got
outside and had a little privacy before he told me about the events in his
cabin.

	He grinned and let out a laugh. "I did what you said, it worked
like a charm."

	It seems the aforementioned counselor, lets call him 'Bob', had
waited for the cabin to calm down before he made a move towards Brian. Each
counselor had a private room at one corner of the cabin while the boys
slept in bunk beds out in the common room.

	Right after lights out, Brian had seen several of the other boys
get together in one of the corner bunk beds for a circle jerk. Someone had
a flashlight and there were whispers for about half an hour as the activity
reached a climax. Eventually the boys went back to their own beds and the
room became quiet.

	'Bob' finally came out of his room for a bed check, finally
stopping at Brian's bed to stare down at the boy. Brian said the man sat
down and began to rub his hand across the blanket above his ass, gently
squeezing as he went.

	"Brian...?" the man whispered. "Are you awake?" Brian said he
rolled over and leaned up on one arm. "You want to come to my room?" he was
asked.

	"I can't," Brian whispered back.

	'Bob' leaned in close, his hand fondling the boy's erection. Brian
blushed at that point. Yes, he had been hard; there was nothing he could do
about it.

	"Yes...you can," the man had said.

	"No...I don't want to get you in trouble...my father works for the
FBI; he'll know...I can't ever lie to him."

	That was the punch line Chris had told him to deliver and it
worked. 'Bob' stood up so fast his head banged into the overhead bunk. The
man was back in his room so fast Brian almost laughed aloud.

	Now he smiled. "You're a fucking genius, it was a brilliant move."

	I smiled in return. "He won't bother you again, you'll see."

	They walked down to the lake where the canoes were moored.  A map
was posted on the wall of the boatshed and Brian looked at it carefully.

	"Ten thousand acres of water, and three islands," I said. "The only
place we have to avoid is down at the south end near the dam."

	"What happens if we get close to the dam?"

	"Nothing, we can't go over it, but it'll be a bitch to paddle away
from because the current is so strong down there." This was the voice of
experience, I had nearly tipped over down there that first summer.

	Tad was in the canoe with me, we had been out for five hours by
that point and both of us were tired. We were a good half mile from the
dam, the point where I stopped paddling. But I had a good reason for losing
control; Tad was lying in the bottom of the canoe with his face in my lap.

	The pleasure of his mouth distracted me. I was twelve and working
on my third orgasm of the day when we felt the warning wire scrape across
the bottom of the canoe. I looked up and we were a hundred yards from the
dam, the sound of the water cascading over the twelve foot drop made my
heart stop.

	I back-paddled furiously and Tad screamed like a wimp.

	"Paddle...paddle, you pussy," I yelled.

	The wire had us held in check but it took us ten minutes of furious
paddling to pull away from the drift going over that concrete spillway. I
never did catch that third orgasm, Tad was pissed because I called him a
pussy. He thought I was referring to the fact that he liked to swallow. Go
figure, I would never criticize a fellow cum addict.

	The second summer I discovered Bear Island. So named not because
bears lived there, although that was the way the older boys liked to scare
the younger ones away, but because of its shape. It was the hot place to
have sex, long as you didn't get caught.

	Rule number three posted on the wall, the one right after always
having to wear life jackets while in the canoe, was no beaching the boats
on any of the islands. Yeah right, everyone did it. Where else could you
get a little privacy for the big nasty?

	There were two hundred kids at the camp, privacy was at a
premium. It was ok to catch a little jerk off session in the toilet stalls,
maybe even a quick suck. But to do the deed, the most wonderful experience
I knew, the joining of cock and ass...one had to go canoeing.

	The woods were full of poison ivy and snakes, been there done that,
not going again. But most of the happy little campers used the woods,
clambering through patches of the itchy weed, stomping on slithering
creatures...not for me. A trip to the local emergency room was usually
followed by the parents arriving to take their poor little dear home.

	To canoe one had to pass the basic swimmer's test. I already had
that badge sewn on my bathing suit, Brian didn't. We proceeded to the
swimmer's area where several of the counselors were vetting the new boys.
Brian stood in line while I swam out to the pontoon raft and back a few
times.

	I pause to describe the attraction I had for Brian. Age was a
factor; his thirteen years of life had been most kind to his body. I could
tell he was a natural blonde even though I hadn't glimpsed the all
important package of goodies just yet. But something about a boy with hair
the color of spun gold made my heart beat faster, and Brian was a wealth of
golden beauty.

	He wasn't skinny, another plus. In a bathing suit for the first
time, I had glimpsed his well developed young muscles and found him a
worthy partner. His bathing suit clung to his ass when it got wet; giving
me a glimpse of that solid foundation he would need when I lay him back in
the grass on Bear Island.

	I watched the boy stroke his way out towards the raft, out and back
being the strict test of ability the counselors demanded for the coveted
swimmer's badge. His style was horrible; his arms slapped the water and
took away most of the forward momentum. He struggled out and back, but he
made it. I would have to work with him later on and added that to the list
of things to do with Brian.

	He grinned when he showed me the badge pinned on his suit. My heart
flipped and then flopped; I think I was falling in love.

	"You did it, good man," I said.

	"You saw me, I'm not that good," Brian replied.

	"To me you looked wonderful...as for the swimming, we'll work on
it," I said, blushing at my over the top comments.

	Brian laughed. "Down boy, I'm not gay...remember?"

	It wasn't a put down, just a statement of fact. And then he got
serious.

	"I'm sorry; I didn't mean that to sound like you are..."  He
stopped; it was hard for him to ask me something that personal.

	"You want to know if I'm gay. Would it offend you if I was? Would
you stop liking me if I was?"

	Brian's turn to blush. "Um...no, it's not like that. I want you to
be my friend."

	"I am gay, Brian...I've known that for years. I love other boys,
always have and sometimes...sometimes I get hurt," I said.

	I was testing him. I wanted to see if he would be the one to hurt
me when all I felt was admiration and love towards him. I saw sadness creep
into his eyes and he put an arm around my shoulders.

	"I don't ever want to hurt you, Chris. There are things...things we
have to talk about...but not here. Please trust me, I will never hurt you,"
Brian said.

	I wanted to hug him, to hold him close and feel his warm body
pressed against mine. Our month together was just beginning, there would be
time for him to grow close, time for him to understand me, and I couldn't
rush that. But in that moment of friendship I felt something pass between
us, something wonderful that defied definition.

	We went to the canteen and had them make us a picnic lunch. Most of
the kids who planned a day trip did this and there were miles of shoreline
to explore on Woodland Lake. The counselors made the rounds of the lake in
a motor boat to keep track of our activities, but most times they avoided
Bear Island because of the underwater rocks which were mostly uncharted.

	I made sure Brian had some sun-block and a shirt in case we were
out a long time. I didn't worry about it much myself, but then he was the
fair skinned blonde type and the rays out there on the water were
fierce. But we both brought sunglasses and a hat, the normal accessories
for a day out on the water.

	"Um, what if like we have to use the bathroom?" Brian asked.

	"Pee over the side, but if it's something else we pull ashore. Just
don't wipe your ass with poison ivy, ok?" I laughed.

	"Oh God, that would ruin my day," Brian said.

	"You do know what it looks like, don't you?"

	"Nope, but if I need to wipe my ass I'll ask you before I grab any
leaves."

	Now there was a lovely thought. I wouldn't mind seeing that ass,
even if there was something nasty coming out of it at the time. But it was
time to go claim ourselves a canoe before they were all taken, fantasies
could wait for later on.

	I checked out the canoes that were left on the beach and turned
over number thirty-eight. The aluminum craft were all dented and worn, but
at least this one had no patches and the seats were solid. But best of all,
it was painted dark green, the best kind of camouflage.

	We walked over to the shed and picked out life jackets. I snagged a
few flotation type seat cushions as well as a few bottles of water.

	"Got everything, boys?" The lifeguard asked as we lugged our load
out to the canoe. "Oh hey, Chris...remember me?"

	I sure did, his name was Mike and he was the hottest male body on
the whole staff. He was also the head lifeguard, and the hero of dozens of
life saving rescues, I could only claim one.

	It had been last summer, towards the end of camp. Mike had been on
duty when the two boys tipped their canoe over while rounding the point.
This area had flags all over the place marking the rocks just beneath the
surface. But these clowns had ignored all the warnings and the rules; they
weren't even wearing their life jackets.

	I had been out sunning myself on the raft about two hundred yards
from the point while Mike was walking the beach. I heard the boys scream as
they struck the rocks and the rending sound of torn aluminum echoed across
the lake.

	I stood up to look and noticed Mike running along the beach towards
the point. For a moment I couldn't take my eyes off him, it was
mesmerizing. Like that opening scene in Baywatch where that babe of a
lifeguard is running across the sand, headlights merrily bouncing in her
skimpy suit. Yuck, but Mike...oh yeah, he ran like a gazelle. That bronzed
god responding to distress almost made me wish I couldn't swim; he could
rescue me any day.

	But there were two boys in the water and Mike was alone. I took a
flat out racing dive and began stroking for the point. I wasn't the hero
type and I didn't know anything about life saving. But on the swim over
figured I could at least grab a life jacket or two and get one of the boys
floating.

	Of the two rescuers on the scene, I reached the boys first. One was
thrashing around and the second wasn't in sight. He must have gone down and
I dove underwater to look for him. I saw a flash of yellow in the fairly
transparent waters of the lake and headed for it. The boy must have hit his
head as the canoe tipped over; there was a gash in the side of his
face. But that didn't matter at the moment; he was drowning only yards
away.

	I grabbed the first thing that came in reach, an arm, and I pulled
him upwards. I had no idea that an unconscious person could weigh so much
even in water. I tugged and he barely moved...this was not good. I could
hold my breath for several minutes, but the exertion was making me dizzy, I
needed air and the surface didn't seem to be getting any closer.

	I wouldn't let go of him, I couldn't or he would be gone...and then
Mike arrived. He shot past me and grabbed the boy, tugging him to the
surface. I surfaced gasping for air and then heard the other boy
hollering. Right there in front of me was a floating cushion and I snagged
it, breast stroking my way over to the idiot treading water.

	He grabbed the cushion from my hands and together we swam over to
the rocky shore. Mike already had the unconscious boy laid out on the sand
and was pumping water from his lungs. He looked up at me and grinned when I
came striding out of the water.

	The boy on the ground coughed and vomited water, Mike seemed
pleased. Several other counselors came running up at that point and they
lifted the boy up into their arms and carried him back towards camp. I
could already hear the sound of the ambulance making its way down the
access road towards the lake.

	I sat down in the sand, exhausted by my efforts and saw a shadow
fall across my body. A pair of strong arms reached down and lifted me to my
feet. I looked up into Mike's smiling face.

	"Thank you," he said. "It was a foolish move on your part, but
thanks...you tried to do the right thing."

	"I just couldn't pull him up," I said.

	"It's not an easy thing to do for a boy your size, but at least you
tried. Because of you I didn't have to waste precious time searching around
for him. What's your name?"

	"Chris...Chris Woodall," I said.

	"Well, Mr. Woodall, you're a hero in my book."

	He helped me walk back to camp and I leaned against him the whole
way. I got a commendation from the camp director and cheers from my fellow
campers, but what I valued the most was Mike's little presentation. It was
right there beside my swimmer's badge, a junior lifeguard patch.

	"Hey, Mike...staying busy this season?" I asked.

	"Nope, but I feel better just knowing you're here." The smile was
warm, he was so hot looking I wanted to melt under his gaze. He ruffed up
my hair, something I generally hate, but never from him. "You boys go have
a good time, and be careful, ok?"

	"Sure, Mike, catch you later," I said.

	Brian had witnessed the whole thing, and of course he had to
ask. "Wow, he really likes you. What's up with that?"

	"Like you didn't notice how hot he is," I said. "I had a serious
crush on him last summer."

	"Um, does he know about...you know?"

	"No, he isn't one of the pervs...he's just my friend," I said.

	I think Brian had a greater respect for me after that, especially
as we paddled out onto the lake and I told him the story. I had placed him
in front where he could sit on the seat and control the steering. His
paddle directed the boat while I took on the propulsion at the rear.

	I knelt on the bottom of the canoe, kneeling on one of the
cushions. I was closer to the water this way, my paddle had more force and
my arms wouldn't get tired like this. But I also had a great view of
Brian's ass. Something about that kept me smiling most of the morning.

	It took us two hours to reach the north end of the lake, the one
with the bridge across it that gave access to the camp. Comper's Creek ran
under that bridge, one of the main feeds for the water under our
keel. There was a warning sign for campers, the creek was off limits, it
was forbidden to pass under the bridge...so of course we did just that.

	The creek was navigable upstream for about half a mile or so before
the rapids made passage impossible any further. I just took us up there so
Brian could scope it out once and we would never return again. We turned
around and allowed the flow to carry us back to the lake.

	Of the three islands, the Bear was the largest. Far as I knew the
other two weren't even named, being little more than lumps in the
water. They all had trees and rocks around them making it virtually
impossible to land a water craft of any kind. But the Bear had a small
beach on the north side facing away from the camp.

	To land all you had to do was run the canoe up on the sand, hop out
and pull the thing up on shore. Since the canoes were light weight it was
easy to drag it up the slight slope into the trees and behind the
brush. The motorboat making the rounds wouldn't see the canoe, but it was
best to brush out the drag marks with a tree branch.

	The process had been refined by years of usage and multiple
landings, the word got around of how it was done. I don't know of anyone
that got caught hidden away up on the Bear, but I was sure the counselors
didn't investigate the place very thoroughly.

	Brian and I made our way past the two little islands and I showed
him the flags which warned of the rocks just beneath the surface. He
mentioned that it might be a good time to take a pee because he was
starting to feel the pressure. We were close to the west shore so I headed
us that way.

	I knew it was hard to stand up in a canoe, and I didn't want Brian
to pee all over himself while trying to maintain his balance. I spotted a
fallen tree and took us that way. I put the bow of the canoe up against the
bank and grabbed onto the tree's roots. The canoe was steadier this way and
Brian could hold onto the tree.

	He stood up and draped an arm over the tree while the other began
pushing down his swimsuit. The canoe rocked a bit and he sat back down real
quick.

	"That isn't going to work," he said.

	"You need to lose the suit first and then stand up. Turn sideways
and grab the tree with both hands while you pee over the side," I said.

	 He looked back at me. "Then you see the full view, I get it."

       	'You want me to close my eyes...I will," I said.

	"Would you...it's embarrassing."

	"Ok, eyes closed," I said, pulling my hat down over my face.

	I felt him move, that meant the suit was coming down. Then he stood
up and the canoe rocked a bit. Damn, I wanted to see...but I had
promised. The sound of his stream hitting the water made me giggle and I
knew he was watching me to see if I would peek. The flow of water stopped
and I felt him sit back down.

	I pushed the hat up and opened my eyes...and there it was. Brian
was leaning forward to pull up his suit and I got a full view of his ass.

	I digress a moment to talk about asses. As they go, Brian had one
of the best I'd ever seen. His body from the waist down was muscular and
that meant no flabby ass on him. The two rounded globes of flesh were
perfectly proportioned to his body and there was not a hair to be seen.

	The cleft between his cheeks revealed a sweet looking pink asshole,
it virtually screamed virgin to me and made my mouth water. But there was a
most distinguishing feature at the top of that desirable cleavage, and I
was sure it was a scar. It appeared to be a small V shape, pointing
downwards; down towards the object of my desire...I had to ask.

	"Brian...what's that scar above your ass crack?"

	He looked back at me as he retied his suit.  "You looked, huh?"

	"Not while you peed, I promised. But I saw it just as you pulled
your suit up...did you have an accident?"

	"Yup, I fell off my bike a couple years ago. I hit this guy wire
off a telephone pole and it tried to tear me a new asshole. Did you enjoy
the view?" he asked.

	"Oh...well yeah, but the scar got my attention. That must have hurt
pretty bad...sorry."

	"Ten stitches, that's about all. It itched like hell though and
people thought I was walking around scratching my butt all the time. I
never show that to anyone, you're the first. What's it look like? Can't see
it myself, you know."

	"It's...well it's not ugly...it's kinda faded away...it gives your
ass character," I said.

	Brian laughed and I joined in. "You are too much, character...my
ass." And we almost rolled the canoe over laughing so hard. From the way we
were sitting against the shore Bear Island was the only thing between us
and the camp. We both stared out at the tree covered lump of rock and dirt.

	Off that little beach was a winding trail through the undergrowth,
you couldn't see it from the water. But up that pathway was a clearing at
the top of the island, a grassy area where hundreds of boys had lain down
to partake of hidden delights. These thoughts coursed through my mind...I
didn't know what Brian was thinking.

	But as we sat against the shore he swung himself around to face me,
the questions were all over his face.

	"What's over there?" he asked, his head nodding towards the island.

	"It's a good picnic spot. Lots of kids come out there just to get
away from the camp. You can eat and then lay in the grass, the trees offer
some shade at least."

	"And why do you want to take me there...what are we gonna do,
Chris?"

	I smiled, it was the first time he'd asked me what my plans were. I
didn't want to lie, but I wanted something sexual to happen.

	  "I want to spend time with you, quiet alone time. I'm not sure
you understand how important it is to me just to be alone with you, Brian."

	I could see the beginnings of a blush on his face. "You want to get
naked with me I suppose."

	"I do...but only if you're comfortable with that. I suppose we
could jerk off, but I would be just as happy if all you did was allow me to
hug you."

	His blush was complete now, it was adorable and I felt my cock
respond. This wasn't how I had imagined; I didn't know we were going to
talk about it first.

	"I'm a virgin," Brian said, looking down...embarrassed. "I mean a
complete virgin...I've never even masturbated with someone before."

	My breath caught in my throat, the whole thing now took on a
different light. I gazed at him and he looked up into my eyes.

	"I don't know if I'll be any good at this, you know...but I like
you...I want to make you happy. Just...just don't hurt me, please."

	Oh God, I wanted him in my arms that instant. I could never hurt
him...he was too precious.

	"I...I think you're just so amazing, Brian. You're so beautiful."
There I'd said it. I held my breath, waiting for him to respond.

	He smiled. "That's sweet...very sweet...and complicated. You don't
really know me, Chris...we haven't done anything, but that is just so
sweet. Do you say that to all your boyfriends?"

	"No...I've never had a real boyfriend. Can we paddle over there?"

	This was all wrong, the moment was awkward. I need to have him in
my arms for this talk to continue. I needed to feel him pressed against me,
and then I could open his eyes...and maybe his heart.

	He turned back around and used the paddle to push us off the
shore. The camp was on the other side of the island; they couldn't see us
from here and so we made a direct approach... well nearly.

	The rock formations demanded a zigzag approach. The monster stones
passing beneath the canoe were like great teeth reaching up to scrape our
bottom. I could see Brian looking down at the rocks and then back at me.

	"It's ok, I know the way in," I assured him. And finally we heard
the sound of sand scraping on our bottom and we beached. I had Brian get
out over the bow and pull us up several feet. I passed out the supplies and
he stacked things on the sand before I crept over the bow.

	"See, told you, we didn't even get wet," I said. "Now comes the fun
part."

	We dragged the canoe up the slope and in under the trees. The dark
green canoe blended right in with the scenery, I broke off two low hanging
pine branches. Brian and I swept the beach of the skid marks and tossed the
branches over the end of the canoe.

	We carried the food, water, and cushions up through the trees and
around the rocky outcroppings. The top was only about forty feet above the
lake, but there was only a tiny view of the water from up here. The
clearing hadn't changed much except for the litter of a few soda
cans. There were always a few pigs that marred the beauty of the place; we
would clean up after them before we left.

	We chose a patch of grass and set our things down. Brian looked at
me, waiting expectantly for me to take the lead...for whatever I had
planned.

	I sighed. "Ok, I'm going to take my clothes off...I always do that
when I first come up here. Feel comfortable, Brian...it's always your
choice...no pressure."

	I took off the lifejacket and my shirt. I'd worn sneakers for the
trip as had Brian, they came off and all that left was my bathing suit. I
shucked that down and put it with my shoes. The dappled sunlight through
the trees felt good, I was back in my element.

	Brian stood there as I peeled off, trying not to look...but looking
all the same. I placed a cushion on the grass and sat down, my cock
dangling in the blades of grass. I opened the waterproof box with our food
and began to look through the contents. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Brian begin to undress.

	One glance and I could finally say we were both naked, and both of
us circumcised. His equipment and mine looked much alike, at least in the
soft stage. I offered him a sandwich and we sat together.

	"That wasn't hard was it?" I asked.

	"I've never been naked with another boy before...or anybody for
that matter."

	"I feel honored to be the first," I said.

	"I don't know about that, it feels pretty strange," Brian said.

	"You have nothing to be ashamed of, I like what I see."

	"You're so tanned and...fit. You have hair in places I don't, I
feel like a little kid compared to you."

	"Brian...that's plain silly. You grow on a timetable known only to
your body, things change every year, and you know that. I'd say more but I
don't want to embarrass you."

	He bit into the sandwich and smiled. "Go on, say it."

	"You have a great ass and a nice cock, they compliment your body;
you're going to make some girl very happy some day," I said.

	He shook his head. "Maybe, but I don't know anything about
girls...about sex with girls...about sex period."

	I laughed. "Well I'm gay; you won't get too much advice from me."

	He grinned, crumbs falling from the corners of his mouth. "What is
it that gay guys do so differently? From what I hear the act is about the
same, it just involves different parts of the body."

	"Hmm, that's one way to put it," I said. "The cock is a unique
tool, it works on either sex. A female...well there's only one option. And
I never could understand how lesbians can enjoy themselves for that
matter."

	"Yeah, that is kinda funny, but guys sure seem to enjoy talking
about it."

	"Guys? What about you, you're a guy. I know there's the virgin
thing but what do you think about when you masturbate."

	Brian immediately blushed. "You...you want me to tell you?"

	"Well it's no secret, we all masturbate. I imagine you and I just
think about different things," I said.

	"What do you think about?"

	"Um...sure you want to hear this?" I asked. God, could I explain
what a turn on boys were for me?

	"Yeah, I'm curious. What did you think about the last time you did
it."

	I sighed; did I want to tell him? "I thought about...about you."

	Brian chomped down on his sandwich and grinned once again. "I
figured as much, you got it for me, huh?"

	"I was telling the truth before...I think you're the most amazing
person I ever met. Now who else would I think about when my mind turns to
sex?"

	Brian finished the sandwich and brushed the crumbs off his
fingers. He swallowed, washing it all down with some of the water.

	"I ought to be flattered, you think I'm sexy...never been told that
before. But for you that's normal. I don't know that I think about any one
thing, the feeling sure, it's the most awesome experience my body has ever
gone through."

	He stopped a moment. "And I suppose since this is brutal honesty
time, I have thought of other guys when I stroke off. Boobs and pussies
usually get tossed around in my head, but I think I see my thoughts turning
more and more to guys. I've never seen a guy masturbate before; I wonder
what it would be like."

	He lay back in the grass and I could see his cock was boning up, I
was already there. He looked over at me; the glance said everything was all
right.

	"You want to do it, don't you?" He asked.

	"I do. It's the place most guys usually begin...but I want us to do
something else first if you will...I want a hug."

	Brian smiled...and then reached a hand out. I leaned over and
placed my arms around him, pulling him close. There was no way our bodies
could not touch and I lay my head on his shoulder as we melded together.

	Our bodies were pressed together, our cocks touching, it was pure
heaven. Brian began to run a hand up and down my back, stroking me...dare I
say it...loving me. Like a fool I began to cry from the shear joy of it
all.

	My fingers clutched at his skin, his hands roamed my back...and I
sobbed. I felt his face against my head, his lips in my hair, on my
forehead...and he kissed me, tenderly...oh so sweetly.

	I looked up at him and he smiled at the tears on my face. "You
really needed this didn't you?"

	"Yes, sex is no substitute for affection," I said.

	"Well I feel this is pretty sexual, after all we are cock to cock
here," Brian said.

	"I know, you're pretty brave to allow me to get like this with
you...are you comfortable?"

	"Its fine, you feel good to me," he said.

 	"I'm such a baby, sorry," I said.

	"No, you're just being honest about your feelings, I respect
that. My cock feels good pressed against your stomach."

	I felt him press himself against me harder. I moved my body up and
down a little to gauge his reactions. Our cocks rubbed and I saw passion
appear in his eyes.

	"Um...oh, that does feel good," Brian said.

	"You want more...I'm all yours."

	"I don't know what I want." But his body moved a little, sliding
his cock up and down and the passion blazed. His face was right there, his
mouth so close to mine I could feel his breath on my lips. I moved a bit
and made contact.

	Brian didn't pull away, he allowed the kiss to happen and I pressed
my lips against his, meaning it to be real this time. I heard a low moan
from his throat and his body responded, sliding against me harder and
harder. The kiss ended but the rubbing didn't. I pushed myself back against
him and he responded. We were simulating sex right here and now. It was a
start; I was willing to go the whole way like this.

	   I could feel things starting to get a little slippery down there
on our stomachs, I didn't know which of us had started leaking, it didn't
matter. We were side by side and to facilitate this act, I rolled on my
back and pulled him on top of me. Brian never stopped moving, but now it
was easier.

	"You like this?" I asked.

	"Umhmm...feels nice," he said. "And you?"

	"I think we skipped right over masturbation," I said.

	Brian grinned, "Yeah, well we both know how that's done."

	I slid my hands down his back, pressing his flesh, feeling his
wonderful body. Did I dare, would he object? My hands slid down and I
grasped his butt cheeks. I pulled him hard against me and he moaned with
delight. Our slow fucking movements continued, it was what we had and I
didn't want to stop until we both exploded.

	Brian looked down at me and leaned in for another kiss. It was
something he liked, something I was more than willing to do...but straight
boys didn't kiss...did they? Our lips pressed together and I ventured to
lick his with my tongue. He opened his mouth a little and I used that to
press my case. His breath was sweet; my tongue danced across his teeth and
battled his tongue. I withdrew my tongue and his followed into my mouth.

	His movements down below picked up. His cock was really sliding
back and forth in the slime between us; I guessed we were both leaking
now. I could hear his breathing becoming stronger, I could almost feel his
heart beating faster, or was that mine?

	Our lips ravaged one another, our cocks kept pressing and Brian
began to moan. He took his lips away and gasped, his breathing increased
and he groaned aloud.

	"Oh...oh...I'm gonna cum...please...can I?"

	"Go for it, I'm almost there..." I gasped in return.

	I was clutching his ass, my fingers kneading his flesh. Brian was
pressing his cock into my stomach so hard I could feel our cocks rubbing
against one another side by side. I was close to the brink but I held
off...waiting for him.

	"Oh...oh...ahhhh, I'm there," Brian groaned and I let myself go as
well.

	His body went rigid and I felt this sudden gush of warmth spread
between us. His body trembled with the aftermath of such a huge effort and
I clutched him to me, holding on for dear life. And all of a sudden he was
a limp doll in my arms, the pulsing of our cocks stopped and he lay
breathless on my chest.

	It was without a doubt the most amazing sex I had ever experienced,
even better than getting fucked...and it was all because of him. Our mutual
pool of cum began to slide down my waist and I giggled.

	Brian lifted his head. "What?"

	"I've been slimed," I said, and then I burst out laughing.

	Brian laughed as well for only a moment and then leaned down to
kiss me again. There was so much passion and feeling in that one little
kiss I though my heart would stop. But he pulled away and smiled down at
me.

	"I get it now...I really do." He kissed me again and then pulled
away laughing. "I must be gay, that's the most incredible thing I ever
felt."

	"Whoa...being gay is not just about sex," I said. "Come on...let's
go clean up this mess."

	We snuck back down to the beach and peeked out through the
trees. No canoes in sight so we hit the water, but after a few minutes I
got worried being exposed like this. We got back to the trees just as the
motorboat came around into view.

	"Shit, they'll catch us," Brian said.

	"Nope, they're not even looking this way. They don't want to catch
anyone." The boat sped away. I knew they were out counting canoes, that was
the only bad thing...they would end up one short. We had about another hour
tops; I didn't want Mike to get worried about us.

	"So ready for dessert?" I asked.

	Brian's mouth fell open. "You mean more sex?"

	"Or pie...whichever you prefer," I said.

	He put his hand on my bare ass and I suppose that was my answer. We
went back up the hill and sat down. I wanted to make him happy with what we
had already done, but I didn't want to freak him out either. Being a virgin
is a delicate matter, I didn't want to rob him of it...well not yet at any
rate.

	No, he would have to be willing to give himself to me when he felt
comfortable enough with us...us as sex partners. When he got ready I would
let him between my legs, and then he would no longer be a virgin in mind
and body. Taking his ass wasn't even on my mind, but he could have mine.

	We lay back and kissed, both immediately becoming aroused despite
what had happened only a half hour before. Hopefully this time it would
take longer, but we were going there again. Brian went to lay on me again,
but I pushed him down and lay on top. I was determined to taste him this
time.

	The crack about feeling himself to be gay was nothing to me, I knew
better...well for the moment at least. That was the sex talking not his
heart. Now I wanted to make it personal. I began by kissing his neck and
shoulders.

	The art of touching someone's most tender places was a delaying
tactic. I played with his nipples and tongued his chest. He lay there
soaking up the feelings, unsure of where I was going with this. My hands
roamed his body and finally grasped his cock.

	Brian moaned when I began to stroke him and I kissed his nipples
and sucked on them. I could feel his body move and twitch at the sensations
I was causing, I loved doing that. But I trailed my tongue down his belly
and dove for his balls.

	He gasped when I took then in my mouth, nothing like a little
emasculation worry to heighten sex play. I contemplated the nasty places
further down and decided he wasn't ready for that, tomorrow maybe but not
today. He would worry that I wanted his asshole, and I did, but he wasn't
ready to surrender that just yet.

	I let his balls drop one at a time and began to lick up the
underside of his cock, finally taking the head in my mouth. A swirl of my
tongue and he almost leaped off the ground so I buried my nose in his
pubes.

	Sucking a five inch cock was child's play but Brian didn't know
that. I went at it slowly, feeling his reactions and looking for the
tipping point. I took him to the edge and then stopped, pulling off and
sitting up.

	"I need some water," I lied. This was just not going to end too
fast; I would make sure of that. Brian handed me the bottle and I took a
swig. "Having fun?" I asked. The look in his eyes was my answer. He grabbed
my face and kissed me long and hard.

	We pulled apart. "I never...Oh God...you're amazing," Brian
said. His hand slid down my belly and grasped my cock. "Can I try that?"

	OK, hit me with a brick, I didn't see that coming. "Yes, I want us
to share anything you want," I said. He grinned at me, what a brave one.

	I turned my body so he could access my crotch and I fell back on
his cock. I felt tentative licks and kisses on my cock, a sensible
beginning. He would choke on me if he tried too hard, but right now I would
settle for anything he did...anything at all.

	I went back on his balls, knowing my spit was drooling down the
seam towards his butt hole. Maybe a little play down there was allowable, a
finger perhaps. Two minutes later he had my cock halfway down his throat
and was slurping and sucking for all he was worth. The finger I had buried
in his butt seemed to do the trick.

	The level of passion had risen, well...after a brief hesitation as
my finger entered him. I know it was a shock but by now he trusted me not
to hurt him and the finger only increased his pleasure. I know this because
he had his finger up my butt as well.

	I could feel his muscles contract around my digit and then go
completely soft, his moans told me everything was fine in there. I could
almost feel his cum rising, ready to boil over and explode. I wasn't near
orgasm myself, but he was trying at least. I couldn't make him hold out any
longer, I rubbed the sweet spot in his rectum and Brian went ballistic.

	He groaned in warning and pulled off me. "I'm cumming...ahhhh," he
yelled, but I was ready for him. I don't suppose he'd given a thought to me
wanting his cum in my mouth, but I would feel cheated if I didn't get every
drop. His ejaculation was just as awesome as the first one, only I got the
benefit.

	The sudden burst of his cum in my mouth sent shivers down my spine,
or was it his finger prodding my backside? Nope, he'd pulled that out when
he let loose, I was on my own. His spurts filled my mouth and I swallowed,
allowing the heady scent to fill my sinuses. God, I love the taste of cum.

	His erection began to wither so I stopped molesting it. He lay back
in awe while I sniffed my finger, savoring the earthy scent of his inner
body. I lay back, my senses relaxed, but not my cock. I wondered what he
would do about that, he didn't have the drive to continue sucking me, I
knew that.

	I felt his hand encircle my stiffness and he began to jerk me
off. He sat up to do it right and I lay there enjoying his caress. The
finger wiggled back down between my legs and I opened wide to allow it into
me. His hand was sliding in just the right spot, rubbing that most
sensitive area just under the head of my cock. His finger wiggled, hit that
sweet spot and I was off to the races.

	I arched my back and groaned as I shot straight up in the air, and
like a pro he kept manipulating my cock until the last drops of sperm were
out and dying in the sunlight. His hand pulled away and I sighed, feeling
the glory of the afterglow. And that's when he did it.

	I felt a tickling on my belly, a light breathy breeze coming from
his nose...and then his tongue. Oh God, the boy was licking up my
cum. Tentative at first, and then great swaths of tonguing cleaned my skin
and finally, he pulled my spent cock into his mouth and sucked off my
remaining cum.

	I sat up in amazement and saw him lick his lips, then that
grin. "Tastes pretty good, you didn't tell me that," Brian said.

	I grabbed him and kissed, tasting...mingling our cum until we both
fell back with a sigh. I stared up at the clouds, my head swirling with
thoughts about the boy lying next to me. Never did I dream it would be like
this with Brian. Two days, I had known him two days and I was blown away
with feelings towards him.

	"Uh...I suppose we ought to go back," Brian said.

	"Yeah...they'll get worried if we stay out much longer."

	We stood to dress and I felt his eyes watching me. I looked up and
grinned. Things were different between us now, we were sex partners.

	"Chris?"

	"Yeah, Brian?"

	"You think anyone will know...I mean about what we just did?"

	"I'll know and you'll know...nobody else will unless we tell them."
I said. "I don't think you want that...it would make things too
complicated."

	"Yeah...I only want us to know...to be together. Are we gonna do
this again?" Brian asked.

	I dropped my shoes and grabbed him in a hug. "Brian...I want us to
do it a million times...but only if you want to."

	I felt his arms slide down my back and his hands grasped my
butt. "I want us to...I want you to show me everything you know, Chris."

	I kissed him again and then pulled back. "Uh...do you think you
would feel comfortable as...as my boyfriend?"

	Brian grinned. "Are you asking me?"

	"Yes...oh, yes...will you?"

	Brian kissed me again. "I think I will, you're pretty amazing
yourself."

	I laughed and went scrambling for my shoes. We gathered up the
trash and stuffed it in the food bag, remembering to look for all the lose
cans some other idiots had left behind. Brian followed me down the hill and
we looked out at the expanse of water.

	The coast was clear so we slid the canoe down into the water. Brian
held the front as I climbed in and took my position. He hopped in and sat
down, pushing the canoe off the beach.

	I didn't want to go back to the camp; it would mean our first day
together was over. There would be others, but none so exciting. I had a
boyfriend...I was in love. The trip back was slow and easy, but as we
approached the dock I saw Mike standing there waiting.

	"You're overdue, guys," Mike said. "Ten more minutes and you'd have
missed chow."

	"Aw, sorry," I said. "We stopped to pick up this huge pile of trash
I saw on the shore." I hefted the bag up on the dock and the cans rattled
around, confirming my statement.

	"Yeah...well, OK...but next time you boys come in when you're
supposed to, you had us worried. The launch went out looking for you but
maybe we didn't see the canoe. I probably ought to get rid of that darn
green thing anyways; it looks like it might sink at any minute."

	"It's fine...it's not leaking," I said.

	"You guys go get some chow...I'll see you later," Mike said.

	Brian and I hurried up the path towards the cabins. "Are we that
late," he asked.

	"Yeah, we got a little carried away, didn't we?" I laughed.

	Brian put his hand on my shoulder and I resisted the urge to hold
him. "We ought to take a shower after supper," he said.

	"Oh yeah, now you're talkin."

	We could spend the day together, shower together...but we slept in
separate cabins. It was probably for the best; at least we couldn't get
carried away together after lights out.

	Supper was cool. Brian kept his knee pressed against mine under the
table; it was the best we could do. But then it was shower time and that
would be great fun...even if we weren't alone.

	I wanted to touch his body, but there were three others messing
around under the spray. I washed my chest, feeling the residue of our
sexual encounter stuck to my skin. It was a thrill just to know he had been
naked and sprayed his cum all over my skin.

	Whoa, thoughts like that would give me a stiffie...wrong time and
place. Brian seemed to sense my sexy thoughts and laughed...little
bastard. But at least now I could openly stare at his body. He kept turning
his tight little butt my way as a tease. I poured shampoo over my head and
closed my eyes just to keep the thoughts from giving me a boner.

	Brian was just such a sexy creature it didn't work at all. Even
with my eyes closed I could feel my cock become erect. One of the other
boys noticed and laughed. I looked at the kid and saw his pathetic little
worm dangling between his legs. I turned back to Brian and saw he was erect
too.

	We both laughed and turned to face the wall until the other boys
left. OK, finally alone with Brian...but in such a public place. I looked
at his cock and he shook his head.

	"No way, Chris...don't even think about it."

	"Oh damn...," I replied.

	Brian seemed to feel just as horny as I was because he
smiled. "I'll take care of mine if you take care of yours. At least we can
watch each other."

	Ok, it was what it was...at least we could get some relief. I
squirted shampoo in my hand and grasped my cock. Brian stood facing me and
I knew he could watch the door. I handed him the shampoo bottle and he took
a handful, spreading it on his cock.

	I began to stroke myself, my eyes watching him but my mind
remembering what we'd done that afternoon. He must have been doing the same
thing because I saw his eyes looking at my cock and his tongue slowly
darted between his lips.

	The danger of shower room sex and the view of his awesome body made
me groan with desire...this was such a turn on. Brian began to stroke, his
other hand sliding across his chest and pinching his nipple. The boy was
showing off for me, exciting me.

	I had never seen him masturbate; we'd skipped that part
already. Now I got to see him pleasure himself and it was such a great
fucking show. Somehow I just knew Brian didn't act like this when he jerked
off alone...I was being entertained...and teased.

	It became a contest to see who could do the sexiest things to
ourselves even as we stroked towards a common goal. The shower heads were
about five feet apart, but as we stroked we seemed to get closer and
closer.

	I watched the head of his cock grow larger, the head mushrooming
out as he slid his fingers back and forth. His fingers were in a tight
little circle around his cock head, his hand never going far down the
shaft. I usually did the whole length of mine as I stroked, but tonight I
did it his way.

	It only took a few minutes for the head of my cock to become
extremely sensitive, almost painfully so. But the pleasure of those two
fingers made me feel the pressure building up inside. I know my mouth was
open; I was almost drooling at the sight of Brian's self love.

	I heard him groan and he flashed me a sexy smile...he was close,
and I was right there too. "Ah...yeah," I heard him gasp. "You there yet?"

	"Oh...yes...I'm there," I gasped. My legs were trembling, and I
could almost feel the cum boiling up from inside.

	Brian took a step forward just as I did, our cocks almost touching
as we both let go with huge spurts of cum. We splattered one another and I
saw his eyes burning with passion...it was the most amazing thing I had
ever seen.

	We both stepped back, allowing the water to wash away the evidence,
but his eyes never left mine. He grinned and then leaned against the wall.

	"Oh shit...that was awesome," he said.

	"You're awesome...I love you," I said.

	Brian's face broke into a great big smile. "I kinda figured
that...me too."

	I would have grabbed him if the door hadn't opened just about then,
bringing in two of the younger boys. Brian turned to the wall; hiding his
semi-rigid cock...I just never turned around.

	"Excuse me," this little voice said behind me, "Can I use some of
your shampoo?"

	Without thinking I turned to hand the bottle to the boy and I heard
him gasp. Oh yeah, my cock was still in a pretty rigid state. The boy was
staring down at it and then he looked back up at my face.

	"Wicked...it's huge," he said.

	I heard Brian snicker as he leaned against the wall, putting a hand
to his mouth to stifle the laughter. This was my embarrassing moment...and
mine alone.

	"Yeah, well it gets like that if you play with it," I said,
pretending to be casual about it. The kid had to be at least eleven, the
youngest age allowed at the camp. I looked down at his little noodle and
saw it stiffen. "You do play with it don't you?" I looked at the other boy;
he was just about the same age. "Together maybe?"

 	They both blushed furiously and I almost laughed. Yeah, they had, I
was sure of it. "Well just don't get caught having too much fun," I said.

	The one with my shampoo bottle smiled and looked at his
friend. They were both sporting wood by now, little three inch
stiffies. The boy dumped shampoo in his hand and handed me back the
bottle. The two of them stood under the same shower head, the one boy
sharing out the handful of shampoo.

	The kid looked straight up at me and smiled, the suds dribbling
down his face. "Did you make cum yet?" he asked.

	Brian lost it, his laughter echoing off the tile walls and I wanted
to punch him. I smiled at the kid, what could I say? "Yeah I did, sorry...I
did it up his butt," I said jerking my thumb back at Brian.

	"Oh...sexy," the kid replied. At least Brian wasn't laughing any
more. "Barry wants to fuck me...doesn't it hurt?" the kid said, smiling at
his friend.

	OK, I was not gonna answer that. The kid was obviously curious but
I wasn't the sex education teacher. Suddenly I felt Brian's hands on my
waist and he leaned over to look at the boy, his soft cock pressing up
against my butt.

	"It only hurts if you don't want him up there," Brian said. "Just
use lots of spit the first time and don't get caught."

	The boy smiled. "OK," he said.

	We left the shower and stood in the drying room. I could still hear
the two little ones giggling in the background. I smiled at Brian. "Lots of
spit, huh?" I said.

	"Well you know they're gonna try it, don't you?"

	"Yeah, probably." I left the question unsaid, but he knew what I
was thinking.

	He pulled on his shorts and sat on the bench to tie his shoes. I
was waiting, the question was hanging there...waiting for a response. He
stood up and rolled up his towel as I gathered up my stuff. And just as we
got to the door he paused.

	"Unless you have a better lubricant...we'll see," Brian said. He
pushed open the door and I followed him into the night.

	I slept like a log, my body exhausted from all those orgasms, but
still smiling when I woke up. Brian was already at the breakfast table when
I arrived, we shared a secret grin.

	"What's on your schedule today?" Brian asked.

	"Leadership training, that's what they want all us experienced guys
to do. Personally, I think they're just trying to recruit future counselors
for this outfit."

	"You'd make a good counselor, Chris." Brian tried not to laugh but
I could tell what was coming. "You could teach all kinds of things."

	"I don't think sex education is on the list of manly values they
want us to learn...their loss. Besides, I do better in one on one teaching
situations."

	A blush colored Brian's face and it looked so cute I wanted to kiss
him that very second. I could ditch the leadership class, but another trip
to the island so soon might not be a good idea.

	"Are you afraid of heights?" I asked.

	"Uh...no, not really...depends upon how high you mean," Brian
replied.

	"Did anyone tell you about the water tower we aren't supposed to
climb?

	"No, no one mentioned that yet...there's a water tower?"

	"Maybe not a good idea, the ladder was pretty rusty last time I
went up top...I'll think of something else." And I would, I had to be alone
with Brian somewhere.

	Woodland Lake was surrounded by a pretty dense growth of old
forest, much of it private land. Other than our camp there were probably a
hundred or more homes for the wealthy folks who came down here for the
summer. We often saw them boating or fishing the lake, otherwise the
campers had little contact with the residents.

	The year before the whole camp had been taken on a ten mile hike
just to get us out doing something. A week of rain had made everyone pretty
lethargic and the counselors decided we needed a bit of exercise once the
sun returned. It had given us a look at several of the rich looking homes
along the lake front and a working farm a few miles down the road.

	It was the farm that came to mind, Brian would enjoy seeing the
animals. I was a suburban kid; cows and horses still fascinate me. But I
remember that the farm had a barn, and barns had haylofts,and then there
was the old expression about taking a roll in the hay...so that was the
plan.

	Brian cut his wood craft class, I ditched the leadership session. I
know the camp tried to get us interested in these things, but most of us
would rather run wild and choose our own activities. If they had offered a
class in advanced sexual techniques it would have been a sell out.

	I lead my young blonde boyfriend down the back trail behind the
kitchen and up towards the road. I remember that a mile down the road
dipped towards the lake and Brian would get a good look at the dam. A mile
or so past that was the lane that led to the farm house, and just a bit
further we would come to the barn I'd seen.

	The dam was impressive and we saw a few other campers out on the
rocks or paddling around in canoes. We left those boys behind and made our
way up the road under the trees. The lane was quiet, the shade of the trees
inviting, and I slid my hand into Brian's as we walked along.

	"Are you sure we'll be alone?" Brian asked.

	"I think so, farmers have to work all day and the animals are
probably out in the fields." What did I know; I was making this up as I
went along.

	If I didn't remember exactly where the farm was my nose would have
told me, they have a particular smell. We passed the driveway into the farm
house and walked along beside the fence to the pasture. Brian pointed at
the cows gathered in the distance.

	"My uncle has a farm in Kansas, but he grows corn I think," Brian
said.

	The barn looked bigger then I remembered, but there was an
enclosure on one side that held two horses. Still, there was no sign of
anyone around and the large doors were wide open.

	"Let's go take a peek inside," I said.

	"OK, just be careful where you step," Brian chuckled.

	The inside of the barn looked like a cave, a large and cavernous
space, dark and inviting. We stood at the doorway and listened.

	"No one's here...should we go in?" Brian asked.

	I looked up and saw bales of hay stacked in the overhead loft so I
nodded. "Up there." And I pointed at a ladder attached to the wall. I led
off and Brian followed and a good thing because he didn't see the mice
scurry away as I got to the top.

	Up here we were surrounded by stacks of greenish yellow bales, the
fresh smell was inviting. One look told me that sitting on these things
would be uncomfortable; the little straws sticking out of them would poke
holes in a boy's butt. I followed the roof line towards the back of the
barn hoping to discover something better, and I did.

	Tucked in the corner by a small door was a bed, an honest to God
bed. The darn thing didn't look used much, but there was a clean looking
blanket covering the old mattress.

	"What's this doing here?" Brian asked. "Do you think someone sleeps
here?"

	I shook my head, and then had an idea. I lifted the mattress and
almost laughed aloud. Dozens of Playboy magazines lay on the springs of the
old bed, we had found some farm kid's hideaway.

	Brian tried not to laugh, but he picked up a magazine and looked at
the cover.

	"These are really old, Chris...I bet these have been here for
years."

	"Do you want to look at them?" I asked.

	"Naw, I don't need those to get me excited." With that Brian laid a
hand on my shoulder. "So why did you bring me here?"

	I blushed, I could feel the heat rising to my face and Brian
grinned. His eyes came closer and our lips touched in a warm and welcome
kiss. I slid my hands around his waist and pulled him in, and then I could
feel the bulge in his shorts pressed against my thigh.

	Brian broke the kiss and sat down on the edge of the bed. "OK, I'm
ready."

	I began to strip and he watched for a moment before pulling off his
shirt. I was naked and hard when he began to slide his shorts down. I
grasped the waistband and tugged them off, allowing his cock to slap up
against his belly.

	"Nice," I said, looking down at his body. I fell to my knees and
spread his thighs. Brian raised his head to look down at me, and then he
flopped down with a groan as I inhaled his cock. It felt really good to
slide that cock down my throat, and then Brian bucked, ramming it home.

	"Oh God...that feels incredible," Brian said. I'm sure it did, but
I was trying real hard not to choke. I pulled off and shook my head, hell,
it was probably my fault. But here I was staring up at his balls, and what
was beneath them attracted me.

	Brian didn't know what to expect as I raised his legs and then he
gasped when I attacked his ass hole. I really gave him no choice, my tongue
was in his butt too fast and all he could do was groan, I like groaners.

	This was going to be my way of teasing him; Brian's ass was not
ready to receive my cock. But just the thought of sliding into the heat of
his butt turned me on to no end and as I grasped my cock I could feel it
begin to ooze. I wanted that, I needed the pre-cum to lubricate my ass, I
was about to sit on Brian's cock.

	As my tongue got tired I ceased licking him and went back on his
cock. By then I had been collecting my own natural lube and applying it to
my butt, it felt slippery enough. I stood up and pushed his legs down, then
straddled his lap.

	I fed his cock to my ass hole. "All you have to do is push," I
said, and I started to sit down. Brian thrust upwards and slid into me
causing a few seconds of pain, something I was quite willing to
endure. "Go...go on and fuck me," I groaned.

	The look on Brian's face was priceless and I gave him my best sexy
smile in return. His hands slid to my waist and he began to pull down as he
thrust, oh yeah, that's what I needed. The position allowed his cock the
greatest penetration and the boy was doing his best to use every inch.

	"Oh shit...oh shit," Brian gasped.

	"Yeah...fuck me hard," I groaned.

	I held my weight up with my legs as Brian went into overdrive,
humping and pumping in a frenzy that only made me grin. He was really into
it and I approved of his dedication. His face became a mask of
concentration, he was feeling the rush and a huge groan told me he was
about to unload.

	"Oh Chris...ah...damn," Brian yelped, and I felt his final thrust
and the flood that followed. He'd had quite a workout and collapsed with a
smile, his chest heaving, I was his first fuck.

	I sat there until he started to go soft on me and then pulled
off. My ass felt warm, I was filled with his sperms. This was a wonderful
moment, my feelings for Brian soared and I fell on him and began smothering
him with kisses.

	"God, you're good," I said, and that was no lie.

	He laughed and slid a hand down to my crotch. His fingers began
stroking and I rolled on my back to allow him greater access, then Brian
did the unexpected, he blew me. The first time it had been mutual, now he
had initiated the act himself and I was thrilled. I saw that as a certain
form of dedication, and a definite sign of his love.

	But I was all keyed up; it wouldn't take long for him to get me
there.

	"Brian..I'm gonna cum...soon...like now," I almost yelled. But he
held my cock in his mouth as I unloaded and only choked a little as he
tried to swallow it all. God I loved this boy.

	Brian sat up with a grin. "How'd I do?"

	"I love you...I really love you," I said.

	He smiled and gave me a kiss, that's when we heard the noise down
in the barn. We started throwing our clothes on, afraid that someone would
find us like this. We crept along the wall back towards the ladder and
heard more noises, it sounded like there were two or three people down
there.

	"You look after the horses and I'll go get the tractor," A man's
voice said.

	"Yes, sir," A young voice said.

	There was some more noise and a door slammed. "Let's get out of
here," Brian said, I could only agree. We climbed down the ladder and made
for the barn doors just as the sound of a machine approached.

	"Oh shit," I said, pulling Brian sideways into a stall. The walls
didn't allow me to see what was happening but the roar of an engine quickly
filled the barn and I figured the tractor had arrived. The machine went
silent and I crept back to the gate of the stall and looked. There was a
man unhooking a large trailer off the tractor and he seemed engaged with
his back to us.

	Once again I pulled Brian's arm and we did the ten foot dash to the
doors in a hurry and slid outside. I was about to suggest we make a run for
it when a voice spoke up.

	"Can I help you?" It was a boy about my age, the farm boy we'd
heard earlier.

	"We just saw the tractor and wanted a look," I bluffed.

	"You must be from the camp...sure, come on in," The boy said.

	Well it wasn't what we wanted but Brian and I followed him back
inside the barn.

	"Who's this, Neil?"

	"Two of the campers, Pa...wanted to see the tractor," Neil replied.

	"That's fine, you show them around...I'll go see to the horses,"
The man said and he walked out of the barn.

	Now I'm the perv in any bunch of boys so it caught me by surprise
when I saw Neil lookin Brian over as we walked around the tractor. I know
that look, I live those feelings, and Neil had a bulge in his jeans that
said he was one horny bastard.

	I didn't think either Brian or I were in the mood, not after what
we'd just accomplished. But Neil needed something and I nominated myself as
entertainment director.

	"Is your father coming back?" I asked.

	"Naw, once the horses are done he'll go up to the house for lunch,"
Neil said. His eyes travelled from Brian to me and back again. I watched
him swallow, that nervous gesture said he was all keyed up and afraid to
ask what I knew was on his mind.

	"You meet a lot of campers?" I asked.

	"Nope, what's it like down there?" Neil asked.

	"Fun and games during the day, heavier games at night," I said,
leaving the innuendo hanging in the air between us.

	"Oh? Sounds like fun."

	His jeans were severely tented by now and I could tell Brian had
noticed.

	"You ought to slip down there sometime, lots of horny campers
looking for things to do," I said.

	That did it, Neil's hand slid to his crotch and he squeezed his
cock through the fabric.

	"Oh...wish I could," Neil said.

	"You'd have to pass the initiation first, but I don't think that
would be a problem, would it, Brian?"

	"Huh? Oh yeah?I'm sure he could handle it," Brian said.

	"What would I have to do?" Neil asked.

	"Depends on how horny you are," I said. I was thinking of getting
Neil to suck us both off, but then quickly remembered where Brian's cock
had been. "It's just a jerk off game, that's all...we need to see you
shoot."

	Neil grinned. "I can do that, wanna see it now?"

	"OK, where?" I asked.

	Now I know who used the bed in the loft, it looked like the kind of
place Neil would spend a rainy afternoon. But his eyes said perv, so I
wondered at all the girlie magazines. I wondered if he would take us back
up there.

	"I got a place, up there," Neil said, pointing up to the loft.

	I thought Brian would laugh as we followed Neil up the ladder, here
we go again. We reached the bed and Neil didn't say a word about the
magazines. I didn't care how he felt when he was alone; I just wanted to
see the show. That bulge in his jeans said he was hiding something grand, a
big old country boy cock no doubt.

	"OK, you strip down and we'll get you started," I said.

	The jeans were off in a flash and Neil sat down before removing his
boxers. He grinned as he slowly revealed his pride and joy. I heard Brian
gasp as that monster came in view. I didn't think that horse out in the
paddock had anything on this boy, it was a whopper.

	"Nice," I said. "I'd pass you just on looks, but we're supposed to
see it shoot."

	Neil laughed. "Oh it shoots all right; I just might blow a hole in
the barn roof."

	Brian grinned as Neil began to stroke himself. The both of us were
boned up again just from watching so I figured we'd join in and give Neil a
thrill. The boy had enough cock for a two handed jerk and that would still
leave the head of it sticking out...awesome.

	I slid my hands towards Brian's waist and unsnapped his shorts. He
stood there with his eyes glued to Neil's cock as I undressed him, then I
took off my own shorts. Neil was burning holes in Brian's crotch with his
eyes, but he had no idea that it had been up my ass so I couldn't let him
have it. I wasn't sure how this was going to go, but Brian was all fired up
and I had to do something.

	I tuned Brian around and pressed my cock against the crease of his
ass as my hand slid around to grasp his stiffness. Neil moaned at the sight
and varied his stroke to match the movements of my hand on Brian.

	In what was to become another first between us, I watched as Neil
lay back on the bed, his legs hanging over the side. Brian turned to face
him and I stayed glued to his behind. But then Brian leaned down and placed
his hands on either side of Neil's body and stared down at the boy's cock
mere inches away.

	I leaned on Brian's back and began to slide my cock up and down the
crease. From his viewpoint Neil must have thought I was fucking the boy.

	"Oh Jeez, you guys are hot," Neil said, increasing his strokes to
feed the fantasy.

	OK, I was rubbing my swollen cock on Brian's back door and he was
pushing back against me, did that mean he wanted it? I was ready; I just
didn't know what he wanted. But he made the decision for me.

	A hand snaked back and Brian grasped my cock, placing the head
against his butt hole. And once he felt it in the right spot he pushed back
once more. You could have knocked me down with a feather as I slid into him
and my knees got weak.

	It was tight, tight and hot, but I was leaking so much that it was
also slick enough to penetrate, and in I went. I basically stood there and
allowed Brian to control things, but he was still pushing back and I was
halfway in when he stopped. OK, that was good enough, I started moving.

	"Oh yeah," Brian moaned.

	Neil was laying there with his mouth open watching us, his hand
never stopped moving and neither did mine. But Brian slid his hand over
mine and took control of the jacking, so I placed both hands on his hips
and kept moving in and out.

	I couldn't see Brian's face but I saw a change come over Neil and
quickly figured it out, Brian was mouthing the boy's cock. There was no way
he was going to suck that monster, I sure couldn't do it, but whatever he
was doing sent Neil into outer space.

	The eyes rolled back in Neil's head and he gave a mighty groan. His
hand was still moving, but now he was thrusting upwards and his body was
shaking.

	"Oh God...Jeez," Neil moaned.

	Brian put his arms back and his hands grasped my hips, and with a
sudden move he pulled me in...all the way in. He groaned from the pressure,
I groaned from the heat surrounded my cock and Neil gasped.

	"Oh God...I'm gonna cum real soon," Neil said.

	I couldn't see Brian handling that blast; he'd almost choked on
me. But the whole thing was so stimulating I began to thrust faster,
feeling my own balls tightening up and ready for another go. The loft was
filled with grunts, groans and squishy noises.

	Brian must have been drooling on Neil's cock because that hand was
sliding a lot faster and it sounded wet. My cock was fully engaged and I
could feel the pressure rising, I was seconds away from filling Brian's gut
with Grade A me.

	"Its cumming...I'm cumming," Neil warned, but I think we were all
about to perform the same maneuver. "Ah...ah, shit," Neil said. His ass
came up off the bed as I cut loose with a groan in Brian's ass. I heard
Brian snort through his nose so he must have received a mouthful. But his
body trembled and I felt his ass muscles constrict around my cock and then
turn to mush as he let go.

	Three orgasms, a major mess. I slid out of Brian's ass and had to
sit down on the bed, my knees felt weak. Brian's face was covered with cum,
and a stream of it drooled out the corner of his mouth. He tried a smile
and I saw he hadn't swallowed, and then he turned his head to spit it all
out on the wall.

	Neil looked wiped out, and his stomach, chest and neck were
splattered with sperm, his and Brian's. Brian and I sat for a while
watching cum dry on Neil's body, until he finally sat up and wiped it off
with his shirt.

	"Wow...that was...was amazing," Neil said. "Thank you both, I'll
never forget this."

	Brian and I smiled all the way back to camp, both of us feeling
like we had done our good dead for the day.

	"So you got your wish," Brian finally said.

	"Me? I would say you started it, and I granted your wish."

	"It just felt right. God, that was the biggest cock I've ever
seen," Brian said.

	"Thank you...oh, you mean Neil. Give me a few years, I'm working on
it," I said. "I was afraid to hurt you; I love you too much for that."

	"I know," Brian said, taking my hand. "I did it because you
wouldn't hurt me; I did it because I love you."

	We stopped at the top of the hill and looked down on the camp. "God
I love this place," I said.

	"I do too," Brian said, "But only because you're here."

	The month together went too fast, but by the end of that first week
everyone knew we were boyfriends. It was a proud thing to openly display
what we felt, although the counselors as a whole may not have approved. I
know some did, but they were all too afraid of us to say anything.

	I went home to my suburban hell in Maryland, Brian returned to his
Connecticut paradise. We were miles apart and I spent a lot of time either
on the phone or the internet chatting him up and sharing the loss of his
companionship.

	But I once again decided that life was fair when my father was
reassigned to the New York office of his company, we were going to live in
Greenwich, that's in Connecticut too in case you don't know. Brian was
thirty miles away in Bridgeport.

	We spent every moment of our vacation time together, and needless
to say that included our summers at Woodland. There's no need to take a
canoe out to Bear Island these days, I wouldn't want the campers to be
denied the privacy or the time to fulfill their needs. Instead Brian and I
tend to spend quiet evenings in our cabin, the one I inherited from the
head counselor...that's my job now.

	Do you have kids? Would you like to see a brochure? We take good
care of our boys here at Camp Woodland...and sometimes they take care of
us, but only if Brian allows.


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For those who may ask, this ends the story. I actually attended summer camp
for three summers in a row. Like my parents, I was glad to be away from me
too, it made me grow up.

Summer camps are not filled with pervs, at least not until I arrived. I
never worked at one so that part of my story is fiction, I'll leave you
wondering about the rest. Thanks for reading.