The Awakening of Little Bobby

Summer

Bobby strolled down the dirt path heading toward the small lake that lay at the center of the campground. It led him among the towering pine, and the broad canopy of two oaks and down near the lake magnolia and bald cypress. Under the trees were dogwood, saw palmetto, briars, honeysuckle and a host of other plants that made the surroundings feel lush. He swatted at gnats and black flies that stung worse than the mosquitoes as he circled around a thick grouping of saw palmettoes to the point where he could see the small lake. A floating pier stretched out into its dark waters and it rocked with the movement of the others down for an afternoon of swimming. They were free each afternoon to get relief from the hot, humid Florida heat. Sitting on the lifeguard platform were Ruth and Matthew, two of the counselors in charge of keeping an eye on everyone.

Bobby was self-conscious about being around the other boys. Even at eighteen, one of the oldest campers, he still felt like a little kid around some of the boys who looked more mature. Those that were taller than his five six or were more muscular with hair growing on their chest. Boys becoming men, something the eighteen-year old Bobby didn’t feel. He moved down to the beach, a sand strip installed along the lake’s shore, and sat at its upper edge under the shade of a tree. From his vantage point he could watch the others. The horsing around in the water or on the pier, the boys flirting with the girls and those that were just sitting on the pier with feet dangling in the water whispering to themselves.

He tried not to do it. Fought those inner demons, forced himself to look across the lake at its harsh beauty in the hot, humid heat of this rural region of north Florida. But time and time again, his eyes fell on Lee as he ran down the pier, as it bobbed up and down with every footfall. At only fifteen, Lee still looked more mature, more muscular, even having hairy legs and thicker underarm hair, and Bobby struggled with his longings when he looked at him. Even with their age difference, Lee still made him feel the heat of desire in his face. The giggling of a group of girls brought Bobby’s eyes to the twins. Two boys that fueled fantasies that made his heart race and his cock stir. He angled his head, so he would appear not to be looking their way, but he did look. He looked at those two boys who were tall, over six foot and both muscular, no doubt from working out to play football, which the boys talked about all the time. The slightly taller one was Travis, and his twin, with the best smile, was Taylor. He watched them flirt with Amy, then Dianne. He watched Travis pretend he was going to push Tammy off the pier, making her squeal. He watched the flex of biceps, the tightening of the stomach and the calves that rounded in their exertions. There was the waist that narrowed and lines of muscular form that tapered into the wet swim trunks that hung impossibly low on the hips.

As much as he admired those boys and their bodies, it also made him think of his own body. How he felt soft compared to the other boys. He didn’t work out or play sports, being only five foot six and skinny he knew he’d only ever warm the bench during the games. Why bother he had told himself when his dad had encouraged him to go out for baseball. He knew some tried to make him think more positively about himself. He was cute, a good-looking boy, family and friends told him often. Back in school, Kathy and Cindy had flirted with him, one trying to get him to ask them to the prom. And he saw it, in a way. This blonde headed guy with clear skin and vivid blue eyes. But he also saw the way he looked like a boy. He barely needed to shave and when he stood in front of the mirror after a bath, he saw a kid who looked much younger than his actual age. Glancing up he saw Lee dive off the end of the pier and that difference in maturity and body was once again displayed before him.

Sweat trickled down Bobby’s face and down his torso and the cool lake waters suddenly looked inviting. He stood up and eased down the beach to the water’s edge. The cool water lapped around his ankles and he waded out, going deeper and deeper until wetting the legs of his swim trunks. The cool water hit his cock and balls and he shivered, but kept moving out till water came to his waist and he dove in. There was the shock of the submersion, the way it made his skin feel like it tightened around his body. He rose to the surface, pushed hair out of his face and inhaled deeply to refill his lungs with fresh air. He was shivering from the coldness. He swam in a lazy circle, glancing up toward the pier. No one was paying attention to him, and it was conflicting for he was glad not to be noticed and saddened by it at the same time.

Bobby swam back to the beach, and once walking up its gentle slope, didn’t stop, for he wanted to beat the other boys to the shower house. The one place that made him feel trapped, for no matter where he looked, he saw them. The other boys in various states of undress, some totally naked. Just the night before he had seen Taylor step out of the shower stall, not with the towel around his waist, but flung over one shoulder, leaving himself completely exposed. Bobby had looked, a fleeting glance, but it was enough to trouble him the rest of the night with imaginings that would get him expelled from the campground if anyone could read his mind.

Moving back up the path, he wondered why he continued to come. Everything about the place should have been repellent. First, and most of all, it was run by the church’s state organization. A Baptist group that preached hell fire and damnation, and one of the most damning things in the church’s eyes was homosexuality. Gays and lesbians were deviants to the church. And no matter how much Bobby read that spoke differently about being gay, the fact his family was in the church, along with some friends, made it impossible to ignore. Then there was the simple nature of the campground, with its unconditioned cabins, and this Florida countryside that was full of mosquitoes and other bugs that stung and bit. There was snakes and spiders and the damn heat, always so oppressive during June, the only relief coming during a rainstorm, but those could be troublesome for the high winds and severe thunderstorms. One year, lightening struck a pine down near the lake and it had made the ground shake and the hair stand up on their arms.

Bobby passed the bath house, and circled the main building, the only one conditioned, that housed the kitchen and dining area and on the other side the lodgings for the adult supervisors, a group of eight who over saw seven counselors and eighty-five campers. As he passed the main building, he crossed the path that led to the boy’s cabins, a group of six that had four bunkbeds in each. He didn’t go that way, for there was one boy too many and he had agreed to take one of the old cabins that sat on the far side of the main building. He had hoped to have it alone, a place of solitude from the other boys. The new cabins were built to the east and west of the main building, girls to the east and boys to the west, then the original cabins were removed, all but two. They were for any extra capacity that might be needed, such as this year. And there was also one too many guys in the counselor group. The counselors had their own cabins, one for the men and one for the women, located at the far end of each group, making the counselors walk among the other cabins every time they went to the bathroom or main building. Normally the split of men and women worked with the two cabins that slept four, but this year they were short on women, only having Ruth and Susan sign up, so a fifth guy was recruited from a nearby church. A guy by the name of Adam, who Bobby found himself sharing the old cabin. He didn’t know why Adam wasn’t put up in the other one, even after hearing the reasoning that he shouldn’t be left alone, that the camping was to be a time of friendship among everyone and Adam would be his companion for their two week stay. He had listened to the reasons, and still pleaded to have the cabin alone, to no avail.

Following the worn-down path, he circled the prickly pears then passed the saw palmettos that gave the landscape a harshness that added to his frustration. He passed the old piers from removed cabins, still surprised how it was the most remote ones that were left in place, but knew they had been the least utilized over those first years and thus in the best shape. He glanced longingly at the empty cabin across from the one he shared with Adam, as he went to the screen door to enter. He heard stirring around inside and knew Adam was there.

“Hey, back already?” asked Adam as Bobby stepped up into the cabin.

“Yeah, I got bored with it,” said Bobby trying not to look at Adam as he went to his duffel bag to retrieve dry clothes and toiletry case. A quick glance at the guy who was his roommate for the last two days and he felt frustrated, trapped in some way. Adam was average height, Bobby guessed around five foot ten or so, with black hair and brown eyes and a skin tone that was naturally tanned. Native American ancestry appeared in Adam’s features. Features that made him so attractive that Bobby didn’t know how he would endure their two weeks together in the small cabin. Of the five counselors, Adam was the one he tried to avoid. In the cabin, he would sleep facing the wall and trying to find some place to kill time when they were left to their own devices, encouraged to read or do some sort of play among themselves.

The attempt to avoid Adam was proving difficult and as he gathered his things, he couldn’t help but cut his eyes over to the guy standing just a couple of feet away. Adam was dressed in nothing but white boxer-briefs. Briefs that bulged with his manhood and curved seductively around an ass that looked powerful, like it could fuck for a long time.

“You going to shower?” asked Adam and Bobby dropped his toiletry case.

“I…huh…yeah…I want to beat the crowd,” replied Bobby; stammering and making an admission he regretted.

“I’m heading down too. I’ll walk with you,” said Adam as he slipped on gym shorts and a t-shirt, the whiteness of it such a contrast to his skin.

“You’re not going to use the bath in the main building?” asked Bobby, wondering why Adam would go to the bath house when the counselors had access to the facilities for the adults.

“I would but I know John, Henry, and Paul are heading to them and there is only one shower.”

“Oh.”

Bobby stepped down out of the cabin and headed back down the path, hearing the screen door close. He felt Adam’s presence behind him, the occasional sound of footsteps on gravel or a sigh, or when circling the main building, and crossing the path to the boy’s cabins, the question that seemed not to need an answer.

“Aren’t you glad you’re not piled up in one of the cabins with seven other boys?”

Bobby didn’t answer, barely heard the question, for he was lost in thought. He was thinking of Adam, and Paul, and Henry, and John. He didn’t think of them as boys, but as men. Older, more mature, college men who were attractive and masculine. But he knew the exaggeration of this image, for the oldest of them was Henry, and he was only twenty-one. John, Matthew and Paul were nineteen and Adam was still eighteen. It defied reason, how Adam, one of the counselors, the one he was stuck with for two weeks, was his own age.

The bath house was silent, far too silent for Bobby, as he went into the far shower stall listening for the sound of one of the other stall doors opening, wondering which one Adam would enter. Of the four, he heard Adam enter the adjacent stall, which made him move quietly, afraid to make a sound. He hung his towel and set his clothes on the high shelf then stepped forward into the shower area. He bathed slowly, hoping Adam would rush through his and leave, but after far too long, he realized Adam was in no hurry either.

Dried off and fully dressed, even though the room was stifling hot and humid, Bobby came out to find Adam at one of the lavatories, leaned forward shaving. Shirtless, with only boxer-briefs on, Bobby couldn’t stop himself from looking up the long legs, over the round ass and up the back, eyes following the slight indention along the spine. He watched the shoulder blades shift and move, then scanned upward along the neck and around the head. There was the way Adam’s hairline circled the ear and cut across the neck. Cut short on the sides and slightly long on top, Adam had a thick head of hair and wet, it hung down in a way that made him more attractive.

Bobby looked in the mirror and saw Adam was holding his razor out and staring at him with a curious expression. He diverted his gaze and went to the lavatory furthest from Adam and brushed his teeth, put on deodorant, stashed his things back in their case and rushed out. He felt relieved to see some of the other boys going in, thinking it would be a way to slow Adam from finishing too soon.

The next morning, after the Bible lesson where Rev. Mills droned on and on, Bobby had taken the novel he was reading, a sci-fi fantasy story, and headed down to the amphitheater knowing all the others should be at the playing field with games of volleyball, horseshoes, tossing a frisbee or simply sitting on the grass under the shade of a tree. Last night had been one of the worst. Dinner had been late for Rev. Harrison had gone long on his sermon on the sin of fornication then a prayer that Bobby thought would never end. Afterward was when they pushed for personal testimonies, and he had wanted to scream at the banality of it all. Then it was time to turn in and he found himself, once again, dealing with Adam and the closeness of the cabin. How every time he tried to move between the beds, he was brushing against or bumping into Adam. Adam who defied camp rules and didn’t wear pajamas, saying it was too hot, then asking Bobby why he wore the stifling things.

Bobby had looked out into the darkness through the screen and repeated the camp rule, that everyone ‘shall be appropriately dressed at all times’, while he thought of the real reason he wore his pajamas. Because they concealed his little boy body and hid the fact, he wore briefs too. Something he had to change before going to college, telling himself boxers were much safer. They didn’t show how other boys affected him, made him aroused causing his cock to half harden and push outward for all to see. Finally, in bed and lights out, the cabin was illuminated in a ghostly glow from a security light. Before rolling over, Bobby had seen Adam laying on top of his bed, uncovered, the profile of his body visible from head to toe. The shape of his head, how in profile the strong nose and square chin were visible, then the long neck with its Adam’s apple, and the plane of the chest with the curved form of biceps, then the flat stomach and further down, the bulge of cock that pushed upward in the pouch of those too tight boxer-briefs. Bobby didn’t make it down the long legs, for his frustration caused him to roll over and face the screen wall, looking out into the night for a long time waiting for sleep to finally overtake him.

One of his last thoughts had been the image of him sitting up and yelling at Adam, “What is your fucking problem?” He had pictured it, how he could abruptly sit up and just let Adam have it, knowing it was foolish, for Adam had done nothing wrong, other than let him see a body he desired.

Bobby was disappointed to see one of the other boys at the amphitheater, sitting on the little platform used as a stage, with legs dangling over the side. At first, Bobby didn’t recognize him and decided not to approach. He moved down the side of the area and slipped in a row about mid-way down and sat on one of the rough wood benches.

“Bobby?”

The voice caused him to look up and he realized it was Carter. The boy’s stats ran through his mind, the physical characteristics that made this person Carter. Five foot eight or so, lean build with brown hair, eye color he wasn’t sure, but he knew Carter was from Live Oak and was a quiet boy, shy, much like himself.

“Carter, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You’re not. You going to read?”

Bobby heard the tone of the question, the way there was another question lingering there.

“It’s something to do. I didn’t want to go…” Bobby replied, stopping before he admitted something that seemed obvious to Carter. He stood up and moved to the center aisle and down to the stage where he sat next to him.

“What are you reading?”

“Sci-fi,” Bobby replied holding up the book so Carter could see the cover.

“Oh, I loved that book. You know the next one comes out next month?”

“Yeah, which is why I brought it with me.”

“You’ll love how this one ends,” said Carter, and Bobby noticed how Carter scooted a bit closer. “Do you read a lot?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. I love the way the authors imagine different worlds…better worlds…” Carter’s voice trailed off and Bobby sensed a shared feeling.

Bobby asked him if he had read Le Guin, thinking of her stories that defied sex and gender norms as most considered them.

“No, but I’ve read Ballad and Clark and Herbert.”

“I’ve read them too.”

“You think I should read Le Guin?”

“Maybe.”

Carter moved closer, a hand coming down on Bobby’s knee. How old was Carter? Was he his own age or was he younger, the latter terrifying to him?

“Do you like…sitting here with me?” Carter asked and Bobby felt the hand on his leg slide upward and Carter leaning in closer. He saw himself doing it, letting Carter touch him, while closing the distance between them until their lips touched and he kissed his first boy.

Instead, Bobby jumped up, gasping for breath as if he had been holding it, which he had been doing. “Carter…no…I can’t.”

Carter looked terrified, suddenly aware Bobby wasn’t willing, that he had made a dangerous mistake. He was on the verge of tears.

“Carter…Carter…relax. It’s okay. I’m not going to say anything. This is just between us…don’t freak out.”

“Really? You won’t tell.”

“No.”

Carter still cried softy as he wiped tears from his eyes. Bobby sat back next to him. “So, what is your favorite author?”

At lunch, Bobby found himself sitting with Carter, Ryan and Amanda. The latter were from Carter’s church. Across the room, where the counselors sat, he found himself watching Adam as Carter and Ryan talked about how much they hated the heat and looked forward to the afternoon’s swim. He watched how easily Adam fell in with the others, laughing and joking around. The way he patted Matthew on the back or playfully punched Henry on the arm. He saw Ruth flirt with him, and Adam flirt back for a bit then turn back to one of the guys.

After another sermon by the Rev. Mills and a long, exhausting prayer by Rev. Harrison, they finally broke for the afternoon, everyone rushing out to get changed to go swimming at the lake. As he did the day before, Bobby took his time, knowing he would not join the others out on the pier. He slipped on his dark blue trunks and sport sandals and headed out. As he stepped down, he saw Adam coming up the path. As he slowly walked along it, closing the distance between them, he watched Adam tug off his t-shirt, revealing the muscular upper body with its dark smooth skin. Bobby swallowed hard and diverted his eyes down to the path.

“Are you going down to the lake?”

Thinking it was obvious, Bobby looked up with a questioning stare, keeping his eyes focused on Adam’s eyes.

“Okay, dumb question. What I meant to say was wait up and I’ll walk down with you. We’re caught up with our preparations and have the afternoon off. A swim seems like a good idea. Damn, it’s hot as hell out here.”

Bobby stumbled when he heard the swearing, the casual use of damn and hell, something he’d never do at the campground, although he had been tempted to yell far worse in the last three days.

“Okay,” Bobby uttered as he stood to the side of the path letting Adam pass. He saw the glistening skin, wet with sweat as Adam walked past him. He even smelled the heady aroma of a masculine scent and found himself holding his breath. He watched Adam stroll up to their cabin and go inside and he was tempted to go back and stand at the door and watch Adam strip, pull everything off to put on swim trunks. He looked down the path toward the main building and wondered if anyone could see him would they know his thoughts. Could they see by his posture, how he had been looking at Adam then staring at their cabin, that he had carnal thoughts, sexual in a way that it would make the two reverends hyperventilate and expel him from the campground.

Adam came out in a pair of trunks that were almost too short in the legs, and they were bright yellow, a color that would be frown upon for the way they would become transparent when wet. To Bobby, Adam was suddenly the rebel, the one that pushed the rules, and it scared him, and in a defiant way, excited him too.

They walked side by side when the path allowed, otherwise Bobby fell in behind Adam, keeping pace with him as they moved around the main building, past the bath house and down to the lake. As they came out of the trees, Bobby started for the beach away from the others.

“Where are you going?” Adam asked.

“I was just going to sit over there before going in.”

“Don’t be silly; come on,” Adam replied, putting a hand on Bobby’s shoulder and turning him toward the pier.

Bobby saw it, the way the others watched them, Adam, one of the counselors and he, just another nobody, coming out on the pier. He saw the girls smile at Adam and the boys look on questioningly and he had the crazy thought they could read his mind, know what he had been thinking as he walked beside or behind Adam. Adam led him to the end of the pier and turned to him.

“Let’s cool off.”

It was so casual, as if they were just two buddies out for a swim and Bobby watched Adam put his hands together, bring them up and dive off the pier. The dive was so clean, it surprised Bobby, and he heard one of the guys behind him say ‘nice’. He moved to the edge, repeating to himself the movements, the way to push off and how he had to take his time, or he would make a fool of himself. He swung his hands up, then he arced them down and pushed off. The cool waters were a shock, but he dove down, enjoying the submersion, going deeper and deeper as he swam out from the pier. For a brief second, he imagined going all the way across the lake.

As he rose toward the light, everything blurred by the water, he saw movement, then Adam’s body come into focus. He needed air but was suddenly desperate to avoid coming up so close. He tried to swim further over but he felt the need for air so overpowering he kept going upward. He surfaced so close to Adam he felt his face flush hot even as he shivered from the cool water. There was barely two feet between them, and he found himself gasping for breath, his nervousness making it worse.

“You okay?” Adam asked.

“Y-y-e-e-a-a-hhhh…just swallowed some water,” Bobby choked out a response as he pushed back his hair and wiped his eyes clear. ‘

“I’m impressed how far out you came without coming up. Do you swim often?”

“We go to the beach a lot, down to the fort at Pensacola Beach.”

“I’ve been there. It’s nice. Come on, keep up,” said Adam as he rolled to his back and began to do the backstroke moving parallel to the beach.

Bobby just treaded water at first, for he was unable to respond after watching Adam roll to this back, and begin swimming bringing most of his body up near the surface. He saw the muscular body and how the exertion made it look more defined, every muscle prominent. But the thing that rattled him the most was how the trunks clung to Adam’s crotch revealing the thick cock within. How it angled over to the right and lay heavily within the trunks. When Adam was too far away to see, Bobby kicked hard and began to swim after him, wondering if those on the pier saw how he had watched Adam. Even from this distance, could they tell he had been watching him with a desire that could not be spoken aloud, not here at this place.

Bobby swam after him, back and forth, the two of them racing or just horsing around. He found himself relaxing, some comfort by the distance from the others. They swam until his arms and legs ached from their exertions, but still he kept pace with Adam, who easily sliced through the water, his powerful body making easy work of it. They were out a hundred feet or more when they heard their names being called. Looking over two boys and Matthew were on the pier waving and calling them. They waved back, then noticed Matthew pointing to the horizon behind them. Before they could turn, they heard the rumbling thunder, a sound like small explosions reverberating through the air. Looking around, they saw the deep violet and blue of the sky then a flash of lightning off in the distance.

“Fuck; we have to get out of the water,” Adam uttered so only Bobby could hear, then he began to swim toward the shore. Bobby felt his heart racing hard, for he was all too aware of the dangers of being in the lake with a lightning storm bearing down on them. He began to kick his tired legs as hard as he could as he swam in.

By the time they waded up on the beach the winds had picked up, blowing so hard it picked up leaves and debris and made the trees sway. Everyone was already up at the cabins by the time they hit the path, running to their own cabin. On the other side of the main building they heard the crack of lightning then the ground shaking from a strike far too close. The rain began to fall as they made their way up the path so that by the time Adam then Bobby raced through the screen door, it was pouring down so hard the sky was gray and visibility was severely reduced.

For a few minutes, the two stood in the middle of the room watching it rain as they dripped water on the floor. Both were breathing hard and Bobby wondered if the more muscular Adam was as fatigued as he from all their swimming around.

“Wow, it’s coming down now,” said Adam as the rain increased, and soon it was obvious by the sound of something solid hitting the cabin roof that hail was mixed in it.

“How long do you think it’ll last?” asked Bobby as he looked out the screen door. The path was now a stream of water, rushing down toward the main building.

“Who knows. The worst should be over soon, but this storm could last for a while. Let’s get changed and crash.”

“What? Aren’t you going to wait to go down to the bath house?”

“Wait? No, it’ll be too long. Let’s just change now.”

“But…”

The word hung in the air between them and Adam smiled knowingly. He turned to Bobby as he pushed his trunks down letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of the trunks, moving closer to him, only a couple of feet between them. Naked, cock thickening before Bobby’s eyes, which were glued to it, Adam ran a hand down his chest, stomach till he fondled his own cock, all the while watching Bobby watch him do it.

“I’ve seen how you look at me and some of the other boys.”

“Wha…noo, no, no…”

“It’s okay, no one would dare come out in this. You can touch me if you want.”

“No…I’m not like that…stop it…please.”

The way Bobby said please sounded defeated, as if he was losing an argument. Adam moved closer, so close Bobby could only see chest and neck in front of him and he diverted his eyes in the way he always did, by looking down, only to see cock angling out toward him, closing the distance between them even more. He started to reach for it, his hand moving up, fingers stretched out to feel it. He took a deep breath, as he raised his hand till it hovered over the thickening cock. He froze, unable to do it. He couldn’t push through his fears, the anxiety created by this place and its many judgments.

“Fuck it,” Adam uttered and grabbed Bobby by the shoulders and spun him around then pushed him down on his bed. He moved over Bobby, pinning down each arm over his head while he let his weight rest on top of the smaller body. It was like he was cocooning it, giving it shelter from the storms that raged around them, but not the one outside that was giving them the cover needed. Bobby was on his stomach and Adam hardened to full erection against his ass. He pressed down with his hips as Bobby struggled beneath him. It was a half-hearted effort, no real fight in Bobby and Adam leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, moved to the right ear and tongued it feeling Bobby shudder beneath him.

“You want me to keep going?”

“No,” Bobby whispered.

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” Bobby replied again, in the same defeated whisper.

At first Adam wasn’t sure what Bobby wanted, but he realized the issue. Bobby couldn’t initiate it. Was too scared to do so.

Reaching up to where his cargo shorts lay, having been tossed down in his rush to change earlier, he fished the belt out of the loops.

“What are you doing?” Bobby whispered but Adam noticed there was no attempt to move, to try to get out from under him. He pulled Bobby’s hands together and circled them with the belt then tied it off to a cross plank of the headboard. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” Bobby whispered.

Adam moved to the ear, kissed the lobe, tongued it again them whispered, “I want do anything you don’t want me to do. Just say stop and I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” Bobby whispered as he held his head down, submitting fully to Adam.

Adam moved down Bobby’s back, kissing the smooth soft skin. He nipped at it, dragged his tongue over its surface. He reached down and took the swim trunks by the waist and tugged them down the narrow waist and over the curved ass. He moved down, kissing lower along the back as he tugged the trunks down the legs until they slipped free and fell to the floor.

Adam had tried not to think of it on the first day. He tried to think of Bobby as a little kid, just one of the campers, but the lean shorter body did nothing to reinforce this notion. Bobby did look young, younger than eighteen, so he had been surprised to find out differently when he had checked the register later that day. Regardless of his first impression, there was an androgynous nature to Bobby, a sexual nature that he recognized. One taboo at the campground. The look of innocence hiding something far darker, carnal, sexually charged. He tried not to think of it, but he had seen Bobby looking at him. When he changed clothes or lay on his bed in nothing but his underwear, he saw where Bobby’s eyes would end up looking, down at his cock, and he had paraded around in his underwear, wanting to see Bobby struggle with trying not to look.

Now Adam had Bobby where he wanted him, submissive, ready to do the things Bobby would never dare admit. He moved down, keeping Bobby’s legs between his own and kissed the right cheek, then the left. He spread them apart and dragged his tongue up the cleft between them. Bobby cried out, far too loud and he knew there was more preparations to do. He reached for his cargo shorts again and tugged out the boxer-briefs he had been wearing. A pair that he had gotten sweaty toiling away in the kitchen with the others earlier that day. He wadded them up, and grabbing Bobby by the hair, he pulled his head up.

“Open up,” he stated, not severely or in a commanding tone. A casual statement meant to show Bobby that, although he was in control, there was nothing to be afraid of. Bobby opened his mouth and he pushed the underwear into it till properly gagged. Then he moved back down the lean body. He spread those ass cheeks and dragged his tongue along that most private of zones, the place a straight boy would never allow himself to be touched. But it was obvious Bobby wanted it for he shuddered with the sensations created by Adam’s tongue as it dragged along the crevice between the cheeks.

Adam circled the tight puckered rosebud of Bobby’s opening, worked it till it was wet and Bobby was moaning into the gag. He pushed against the tightness and felt him shiver, then he raised up, wet his middle finger, and used it to work the tight opening. He circled it, pressed against it, then bore into Bobby’s depths. He fucked his finger inside Bobby, then slipped two into him, and finally three, stretching him open, feeling the tightness lessen around his fingers.

“I tried not to think of it. Tried to keep myself focused on the tasks I was assigned, but…” Adam whispered as he pulled his fingers free and move up over Bobby, “but…you kept looking at me, and I saw that desire for another, and the fear of having never explored it.” Adam moved over the prone body, hands still tied to the headboard, and he straddled the lean thighs, feeling the hairless legs against his own. He pushed his cock down and worked it through the spit-soaked crevice between the cheeks then pushed the leaking head against the puckered opening. “I want you…I want to fuck you…do you want me to stop?”

Bobby shook his head no, then looked back over his left shoulder and Adam saw the eyes, the pleading that was in them, not to stop, but to keep going. He pushed with his hips and felt the tight squeeze on the head of his cock, one so hard he was afraid he would come too soon. He held the flared head inside Bobby and waited to adjust to it, watching the shuddering body slowly relax to his penetration.

He pushed slowly into him. Inch after painful inch worked through the tight opening until his hips pressed against the firm round ass. He lay on Bobby and ground his hips against him. He tried to push deeper, even though ever inch was already inside him. Then he began to fuck, to pull outward and drive back in. Over and over, hips working fluidly, he drove into Bobby’s depths with every inch of his cock. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get deep enough. He knew he was above average, almost nine inches in length, and still it wasn’t enough. He hugged the bound body to his own, kissed the back of the neck, tongued the edge of the hairline and around the ear and whispered into it how much he wanted to fuck him. His pace increased, the wood framed bed rocking beneath them. It began to squeak, then tap the wall in rhythm with every push inward. The sounds aligned with their fuck, made it more real, and Bobby began to move. The small body undulated wickedly underneath Adam trying to increase its own pleasure. “Fuck,” Adam exclaimed, a stifled cry, as he kept up his pace. His muscles ached with the exertion, but he didn’t slow, instead he fucked faster, for he was too aroused to stop.

Bobby took every penetrating thrust and wanted to beg for more. He wanted to cry out, to plead with Adam to fuck him harder. He was thankful for the gag that prevented him from doing so. He moved his hips, pushed with his bound arms, trying to increase the pleasure of this penetration. The way Adam piston cock in his depths and touched him, kissed him and lay hot against his back increased his arousal. He no longer felt each individual thrust but the overall motion of cock fucking him as it hammered his depths and tugged at his opening with every pull outward. He worked his hips, pumping his own cock into the mattress. He was so hard, impossibly hard, each movement brought him closer and closer to release. He knew he could not hold back much longer.

Adam’s pace became so physical their bodies smacked together with every plunge into Bobby’s depths. Every thrust seemed to stroke Bobby’s cock closer to release. The contact between them was hot, wet, the sweat slickening their bodies, allowing Adam to move over Bobby with ease. Bobby felt hands holding his bound wrist, pinning them down. He felt lips touch the side of his neck then trail up the side of his face. He felt the legs that held his own tightly together as cock pummeled his hole.  He couldn’t hold back, the need for release too great and he shuddered with it, feeling his cock flex with each ejaculation as the mattress grew wet around it.

“Jesus…fuck…I feel you coming,” Adam uttered as he rose up on his hands and fucked for release. He bounced his hips off Bobby’s ass, stifled his own desire to cry out, then shoved into Bobby’s depths and came.

Adam untied Bobby and helped him to roll over. He moved down the naked body, its skin flushed from their sex and he took him in his mouth, tasting the residue of cum that covered it. He milked out the last of the cum till Bobby was trying to pull away, begging him to stop. He licked at the wet spot on his mattress, feeling a renewed arousal at the thought of sleeping in Bobby’s cum. Then he lay next to him, preventing him from moving to his own bed.

“Not yet; lay with me.”

When the storm finally passed, no longer the rumbling of thunder occurring with far too much frequency, and the rain was just a slow drizzle, Adam stirred awake. He stretched slowly then looked at the sleeping form next to him. The naked body that had given him such pleasure. He grazed his fingers over the smooth skin of the hip, upward along the narrow waist, and the side where he felt the rib cage beneath the skin. It surprised him how it felt against his fingers, with the softness of it. He wondered if this was how a girl’s skin felt. He leaned over and kissed the shoulder while bringing his hand up to the chin. He turned Bobby’s head and kissed him till he woke from his slumbers.

“We should go shower before everyone else gets there.”

“Okay,” Bobby replied trying hard not to smile.

They dressed in their wet trunks, pulled out clean clothes, toiletry cases and took down their towels. Bobby led the way as they moved down the path, the water finally receded enough not to flood over their sandals. They saw some girls lingering at their entry but relieved to see none of the boys were there yet. Bobby took the last stall and Adam the one adjacent. No sooner had they stepped under the warm spray than the door swung open and the voices of several boys entering filled the room. They hurried to finish, got dressed and went back up to their cabin to hang up the wet trunks and towels. Dinner was still forty-five minutes away and they crashed on their beds propped up against the headboard.

“So, you’re gay?” Bobby asked, feeling like it was the stupidest question.

“Yes. I assume you are too or was this some kind of experimentation for you.”

“No, I’m…gay.”

“Don’t be ashamed of it. Just be careful around the wrong kind of people,” Adam replied, motioning toward the main building.

“So, you don’t believe what they teach?”

“Fuck no. My parents on the other hand…well that is the problem. The whole reason I’m here is to straighten me out. Funny thing, the Rev. Mills seemed to think you’d be a good influence on me,” Adam laughed.

“I’ve not seen you here in the past years.”

“I would not have been caught dead here in the past, but after getting caught with the boy down the street, well, I figured this exile would be good, for it would let me get away from my parents where I didn’t have to listen to the judgment, day in and day out.” Adam fell silent and Bobby sensed there was more he wanted to say. In a much lower voice, one almost pained in its tone, “come fall I’m off to college and since I need to work to cover some expenses, I won’t be going home except for Christmas and maybe some summers. My time under dad’s roof and his fucking rules is about to come to an end.”

“You do it with a lot of boys?”

“In Marianna? You think gay boys grow on trees there or something?” Adam joked and he saw Bobby smile while blushing red.

“No, but…you seem experienced.”

“Compared to your virgin ass…oops, x-virgin ass, I guess so, but there has only been Jack.”

“So, he’s your boyfriend?”

“Jack? Oh, hell no. That boy has too many hang ups and will never leave Marianna. He is worse than a dog in heat but…no, we’re not boyfriends. What about you? Any one back home that is your secret crush? Someone you can fuck before leaving for college and break their heart?”

Bobby laughed, shaking his head. “No, no one.”

“Well, that will change in college. If you let it.”

“But I…”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’m attractive to other guys. I’m…”

“Stop. Just fucking stop. Don’t belittle yourself. So, what if you’re not a big muscular jock. Personally, I’m not attracted to them. Jack was just an average guy, just a little taller than you. And you are attractive. Just pay attention to how guys look at you. Have you had girls flirt with you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, there ya go. Some guys will respond the same way.”

They lay silent, hearing the distant voices of boys going back to their cabins echoing through the woods.

Bobby glanced at his watch seeing they still had fifteen minutes before dinner was ready. “You really think college will be different?”

“It better be, or I’m going to be fucking pissed.”

Bobby laughed, unable to stop himself.

“That wasn’t funny,” said Adam.

“No, not what you said but…aren’t you afraid someone will hear you cuss?”

Adam sat up and leaned toward Bobby, out over the space between the beds. “Fuck no.”

In the dining hall, Adam sat with the other counselors, acting as if nothing was different, that he hadn’t spent much of the storm fucking his bunk mate. Bobby went over to where Carter, Ryan and Amanda were sitting, further away than usual. They had been whispering, but abruptly stopped when Bobby walked up.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” asked Bobby, standing by the table wondering if he should sit elsewhere.

“Don’t be silly, sit…sit,” Carter motioned to the other side of the table. “He’s cool. We can talk in front of him,” looking at Ryan and Amanda.

“Are you sure?” Amanda asked, then over to Bobby, “no offense but…”

“I told them I’m gay,” Carter interrupted, and Bobby sat with his mouth hanging open, looking from Carter to Ryan to Amanda.

“You told them?” asked Bobby, still not believing it.

“He knew already? How did he know?” asked Ryan, looking from Carter to Bobby.

“I made a pass at him earlier in the day.”

“Oh…oh!” Amanda uttered then she looked at Bobby, studied his face as if trying to see inside his head.

“Leave Bobby out of this,” admonished Carter.

The four huddled up closer and for the next thirty minutes, within the white noise of the dining hall, they talked about Carter and his coming out to them, and wasn’t he worried someone at the campground would find out. They talked about the religion all were forced into, and what it taught, and how they just couldn’t agree with it. Bobby felt a sense of pride in Carter’s willingness to reveal himself, to tell his friends something he had kept hidden. There was a temptation to come out himself, but he considered the situation with Adam and the expectations of the camp leaders and how everything could go sideways so easily. So, he kept it to himself, afraid even to admit it to Carter, whom he had hurt earlier and felt guilt about it. If it had been any other time or place, maybe, but not here, not the two of them inexperienced and closeted.

Dinner finished, Rev. Harrison stood to give the night’s sermon and Bobby began to daydream, to consider what life could be like in college. The freedom to go on a date with another boy. Something so casual, so simple, and yet up to this point, impossible to conceive of. He drifted back to Adam who he saw sitting with head down, looking as spaced out as he felt. He wondered what the rest of the time at the campground would be like. They were not leaving until the weekend after next, ten days from now. He imagined each night in the cabin with Adam. The possibility of sex every night, with the two of them isolated from the others. His daydreaming became vivid, sexual in nature, until he was hard as a rock. Only listening to Rev. Mills drone on in prayer allowed him to lose his erection.

That evening there was music at the amphitheater. At first it was all gospel songs, but toward the end they allowed for some simple folk or soft rock songs to be played. Bobby sat on the last row next to Carter, with Amanda and Ryan on Carter’s other side. He scanned the crowd in the dim light of the torches used to light up the perimeter, the sole electric light aimed at the stage. He looked at the profiles of others searching for Adam. He saw Ruth and Susan front and center, and to his left on the last bench of the other section sat Henry, Matthew, and Paul. John was on the stage with a few of the campers, playing guitar, which left Adam as the only one not in attendance. He wondered if Adam was in their cabin and if he could slip away, knowing it would be foolish to start anything before lights out.

“Who do you keep looking for?” asked Carter, looking in the same direction.

“No one…well, just that guy I’m having to share the cabin.”

“Adam? Why are you looking for him?”

“I don’t know. Just wondering if he is back at the cabin.”

“He seems a bit of a rebel. I heard John tell Susan he was here as some sort of punishment.”

“What kind of punishment? Did they say?” asked Bobby, wondering what was being said.

“I don’t know. I don’t think they knew either from the sound of it.”

“Good.”

“Do you know? You do know something, don’t you?”

“No, not really, but he mentioned his parents making him volunteer is all,” Bobby lied, not about to out Adam at the campground, even if it was Carter. The threat of exposure was too great.

Suddenly a hand came down on Bobby’s shoulder as legs stepped over the bench. It was Adam, dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt that was worn and frayed in a manner that looked good hanging on his body. Bobby fought the urge to stare turning back to the stage.

“I miss anything?” Adam asked.

“Not really,” Carter responded, looking around Bobby. “Where have you been?”

“Smoking pot behind the bath house” Adam replied, looking seriously at Carter who was shocked at the reply. “I’m kidding. I had kitchen duty tonight, helping the staff clean up.”

John finished the final notes of a song, whispered to others then began to play a very bad love song from the seventies as they struggled not to laugh.

“Oh, hell no,” Adam uttered, then stood, stepping back over the bench. “You coming?”

Bobby knew Adam was talking to him and he looked sheepishly over at Carter, Amanda and Ryan while standing to his feet. “I’ll see you guys at breakfast,” he whispered as he stepped over the bench and followed Adam up the path.

Adam entered first and went to the opposite end of the small cabin, going to his small satchel. Bobby followed him wondering what he should expect. Would Adam want to do it again, something he had been struggling all evening not to think about. The possibility of sex with Adam and what it felt like to take his fuck, feeling the fullness of every plunge into his depths. But he was also afraid their sex earlier would be it, the bed post sufficiently notched and Adam no longer interested in him. He was aroused, anxious, scared, excited, everything feeling bottled up inside till he was afraid to speak.

They could hear the other boys heading to the cabins and they looked down the path to see if anyone was coming their way.

“Let’s get ready for bed,” Adam stated, pulling out his toiletry case.

Bobby looked at the case in Adam’s hand. “Oh, yeah, brush our teeth and get…ready…for…bed.”

Adam smirked then waited on Bobby to pull out his own case, then the two of them walked back to the bath house where they had to wait in line. Carter came in after a few minutes, a toothbrush and tube of paste in one hand, and he nodded toward Bobby.

Back at the cabin, Adam pulled off his t-shirt, then cargo shorts before falling back on his bed. Bobby eased down on his bed, still dressed, wondering if he was the one to initiate sex, if there was some rule that it was his turn to make the first move. He watched Adam pull out a novel, some murder mystery, and begin to read. He let his eyes roam down the nearly nude body, till he was looking at the bulge. He could make out the outline of Adam’s cock, how it lay to one side and he imagined reaching over, running a hand up one hairy leg till that bulge filled his hand.

“You might as well relax for an hour or so, until it is officially lights out,” said Adam looking over the book.

“What do you mean?” replied Bobby, regretting it as soon as he said it, knowing how he sounded.

Adam scoffed, then looked over the book again, “yeah, right.”

Bobby removed his shirt and sat up against the headboard with his novel. He tried to read, to find the thread of the story again but he only read the same paragraph over and over, not once comprehending what it was about. Through the trees they could hear the soft chatter of voices, boys being rowdy before lights out, with the occasional laugh cutting sharply through the hot night air. After the storm, it was cooler but not by much. The air still felt humid, too warm to be in a cabin worse than a screen porch, for the screening didn’t start until about three feet off the floor so any breeze went over them while lying in bed.

Bobby finally gave up on his book, marked the page and set it on the nightstand. He looked out the screen into the darkness and down toward the main building where the lone security light shone. He listened to the sounds of night. The insects that buzzed and the rustling of leaves. He heard Adam sigh and turned to see him lay his book down, then look up. Bobby watched as he reached for the lamp and suddenly cast their cabin into darkness, only the security light illuminated the interior, most of it left in dark shadow. Adam swung his legs off of the bed and sat up, staring at Bobby. He didn’t say anything as Bobby wondered what he was expected to do. He thought of earlier, how he had let Adam tie his hand, the submissive nature of it. It aroused him to think of it, and he slowly slid down the bed, swung his legs off and sat opposite of Adam. He felt his heart racing in his chest as he looked at the dark silhouette, motionless, quiet, just looking his way.

“What do you want to do? You want to…”

“Quiet. Don’t say anything.”

Bobby sat mute for what seemed like an eternity. He saw Adam reach over and lift up his cargo shorts, slipping the belt free. His cock stirred in the confines of his shorts as he looked at Adam holding the belt. He saw the loop of leather, the dark shadowed form looming between them. With hands shaking, he put them together and held them out toward Adam.

“Good,” Adam whispered as he leaned forward and soon had Bobby’s wrists bound together. He pushed Bobby to his back, dragging him up the bed until he was able to tie the belt to the horizontal plank of the headboard. He stripped off his underwear and stroked his cock to full erection, making Bobby watch. He climbed on Bobby’s bed, straddled the lean chest and pushed his cock down till it was rubbing over Bobby’s lips. “You’re going to suck me off, then I’m going to fuck you again. If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

“No…I’ll do it. I’ll do what you want,” Bobby exclaimed, sounding breathless.

When Adam put his cock to Bobby’s lips again, they parted and took him. The head and a couple of inches filled Bobby’s mouth. He worked his tongue around it, pumped his head back and forth feeling the cock thicken. Adam held his head and began to pump cock into his mouth.

“Fuck, that feels good…that’s it, take me,” Adam whispered as he pushed inward until he felt Bobby swallowing around his cock, then he pulled outward. Slowly, gradually he pumped his cock into Bobby’s mouth, the feel of it so much better than he had been imagining all evening. He had pictured this scene, Bobby tied down and taking his cock, but he couldn’t imagine the way it would make him feel. The shear torturous nature of it, the way it pushed his arousal, his desires. He grew so hard he knew he could not last long.

Bobby tugged at his bonds while holding his mouth still, letting Adam fuck it. Cock moved over his tongue and pushed at the back of this throat. It swelled up till it filled his mouth and he struggled to control his breathing. Then he felt it swell thicker, flex on his tongue, and cum fill his mouth.

Bobby had barely swallowed it all when Adam was moving down to the foot of the bed. He lay with eyes closed feeling fingers pull and tug at his shorts. He felt them slide down his legs until each foot was free of them. He felt fingers dig into his briefs, toying with his erection. He moaned and squirmed with the manipulation. He heard the fabric rip and felt the rough tug on his briefs. He heard them tear again, then another tug till his cock was angled up over his stomach free of their confines. Adam pushed the torn briefs against his mouth, and he opened to accept them, letting Adam gag him again. He knew he’d cry out if Adam hadn’t done it. He moaned around the fabric as Adam lifted his legs. He felt them against the firm muscular chest. Then the movement that folded him over, Adam shifting over his body. He felt his knees press against his chest as cock pushed at his opening. Then he shuddered with the pain of entry, the thick head of Adam’s cock breaching his tightness, followed by every inch of shaft. Slowly, Adam penetrated him, so slow, he could feel every inch slide through his tight opening.

Adam pressed against his ass and he knew he had every inch. It filled him, bore into the center of his body and he shuddered with the mere thought of it. Adam began to fuck, to pull outward and push back in. Slowly, only an inch or two at a time. It seemed to last forever. The painful pleasure of their initial fuck. His own cock leaked onto his stomach as Adam’s bore into his depths. Before he realized it, Adam was fucking harder, faster, hips smacking noisily against his ass. The bed squeaked and rocked as Adam hammered cock inside him.

Adam stopped, shifted positions, twisting his legs to one side. The plunged back into his depths was different, hit his insides in a new way, and he shivered with the penetration. He could feel his cock flex, so aroused he could come any minute.

“Fuck, take me,” Adam uttered as he pushed through the tightness, amazed how Bobby took him, every inch, as hard as he could deliver it. He watched the prone body, the way it shuddered at times, and how Bobby’s cock was glistening wetly in the dim light, from leaking so copiously. He pushed down on the smooth bare legs and piston cock inside Bobby as hard as he could. He fucked till he was exhausted and every muscled burned from his exertion. He fucked until he couldn’t hold back any longer, despite feeding Bobby a load already. He slammed into Bobby’s depths and kept jamming his hips against the firm ass as he pumped wad after wad into the depths of Bobby’s hole.

Bobby’s legs resting either side of him, still on his knees, Adam wanted more. He could barely move and sweat covered his body. But he was still aroused, still wanting the androgynous boy in his control. He moved over him, straddled the narrow waist, and rubbed his ass over the leaking cock feeling it wet him. He rocked his hips back and forth, letting it rub at his own opening. Bobby began to push up, to increase the feeling between his ass and Bobby’s cock. He knew how it felt, another boy on top, rubbing an ass you wanted to penetrate over your cock. He reached back and held Bobby in hand as he moved down to it. Bobby’s cock had an arrow shaped head, perfect for penetrating tight assholes, and he was going to show him how it was done. He let his weight carry him down, felt the initial penetration, the pain of it as he stretched around Bobby’s cock. He kept moving down, letting the head bore into his hole, followed by inch after inch of shaft. He kept moving down until he was seated on Bobby’s cock with the entire thing buried in his hole.

Bobby’s cries and moans into the gag aroused him, spurned him to move. He rose, then fell back down, over and over, until he was roughly riding Bobby’s cock. Leaning back, he felt that cock bang his inside as he moved his hips up and down. Looking down his sweaty body, his half-hard cock flopping up and down, he saw Bobby lean up, eyes pleading, watching him fuck himself. It didn’t take long, Bobby unable to pace himself, too aroused by their sex, and Adam watched how he shuddered and jerked. He felt the shove upward, Bobby swinging hips upward, burying cock into his depths while crying out around the gag and pumping cum into his hole.

The cabin reeked of cum and sweat. There was heavy breathing, and the shift of one body then the other on Bobby’s bed. Adam kissed him, passionately, then slid off the bed.

“Let’s sneak down to the bath house and get cleaned up,” Adam whispered, suddenly weary of talking too loud.

For the next three days, the routine was the same, except for Adam’s promise not to rip any more briefs. Bobby worried about having to explain the need for more to his mother when he returned home. But each night found Bobby sitting on his bed, hands together held out in front of him, or laying on Adam’s bed on his stomach, hands behind his back. He submitted to Adam, gave himself to Adam’s pleasure, and thus his own. He wasn’t sure he could submit to anyone else the way he had Adam, with the tying of his wrists then securing them to the headboard.

During the day, there was breakfast, a sermon, prayer then some activity. Lunch was served at noon, followed by another sermon, more prayer then an afternoon down at the lake. They played games at the open field till nearly dark, had dinner, another sermon, more prayer then a night of entertainment, either some music at the amphitheater or a movie in the dining hall. There was the preparation for bed, the bath house crowded with waiting campers for their turn in a shower or at a lavatory. And through it all, each night, Bobby followed Adam to their cabin, away from prying ears and eyes.

It was Sunday night when Adam came in late telling Bobby to get some sleep first. It had circled around to his turn to check the campground, and make sure all the campers were in bed and accounted for. It took nearly an hour to make the rounds, and by the time he came in, he was exhausted.

“Grab some sleep and I’ll wake you during the night,” said Adam as he tugged off his t-shirt and shorts and fell heavily on this bed.

“Okay,” Bobby replied, disappointed to have to wait but wondering how it would be after Adam had some rest. Would he wake him first, or would he strip him in his sleep and wake him by penetrating his ass. He considered both, each arousing in its own way. He lay awake for a long time, unable to sleep. He thought back to earlier in the day when he had hung out with Carter, how he became aware of him becoming suspicious. There were vague questions about why Adam paid so much attention to him, why they swam together away from the others and why they never had any of them up to his cabin before lights out. Bobby blew it off, acting surprise at the mere suggestion something was going on. They were just stuck together in one of the old crappy cabins causing them to get to know each other. The response seemed to appease Carter, or at least he thought it did.

Bobby heard his name, over and over, a voice coming through the woods he was running through. He turned in a circle, looking into the deep shadows for the source.

“Bobby! Wake up.”

Bobby opened his eyes and saw Adam leaning over him. “Get dressed,” Adam whispered, and Bobby saw he was already dressed in a t-shirt and cargo shorts.

Dressed similarly, Bobby followed Adam down the path. He wanted to ask again where they were going, but out in the open he refrained, afraid someone would hear. They circled the main building and passed the bath house and headed toward the lake. Just as Bobby was convinced that was their destination, Adam turned left on a little used path heading toward the amphitheater. As they cut through, Bobby right behind Adam who used a flashlight to illuminate the way, it dawned on Bobby why they went this way. The main path to the amphitheater cut by the cabins for the girls, and someone could have seen them passing by.

They came into the small clearing where the amphitheater sat, the circle of open ground illuminated by the silvery light of the nearly full moon. Adam cut off the flashlight as he led Bobby down to the middle of the bench seating. He moved out toward the central aisle where the light was the best, no dark shadows close. Adam sat down and looked up at Bobby who stood close.

“Strip,” Adam commanded in a low voice.

It was to be here Bobby thought and it excited as well as scared him. To be out in the open like this, a place they could be discovered by one of the others. Despite his fears, he felt his cock stir and knew it was another way Adam was pushing him, making him feel an excitement that was taboo. He tugged his t-shirt off, laying it on the bench opposite Adam. He undid his cargo shorts and pushed everything down. No need to tease Adam, or make it take longer. He wanted to get naked, to do Adam’s bidding and he worked each foot free then stood naked, cock thickening and elongating from the mere idea of what was to come.

Adam took his shorts and pulled the belt free. “Lay down on this bench,” said Adam pointing to the bench he was sitting. Bobby knew what Adam meant to do and he lay on the bench with his back to him, then lay back so that his hands, when pulled over his head were in Adam’s lap. “Very good,” Adam whispered as he tied the wrists together that were held out to him. Adam stood and secured the belt around the bench. He moved to his knees down beside the prone body and rubbed its smooth flesh, ran hands over the chest, the stomach and over the hardening cock. He tugged on the sac till Bobby shuddered with the pain of it, nearly crying out. He tweaked each nipple, pinching and twisting till they stood out hard and he bent over to tongue the left one, put his lips around it sucking softly. Then he nipped it with his teeth and Bobby cried out, far too loud. Reaching behind him, Adam pulled Bobby’s briefs from the shorts and stuffed them in his mouth.

Adam leaned over Bobby, kissed his lips, the side of his face, along the neck to the hollow spot below it, while he manipulated Bobby’s cock, toyed with the head then stroked it to full hardness. He moved down the flat torso kissing and tonguing the smooth skin while he slipped his hand between Bobby’s legs and rubbed the tight opening. Further down he kissed the head of Bobby’s cock, then slipped it in his mouth as he penetrated him with his finger. He fingered the tight hole with one, then two fingers as he sucked Bobby’s cock. Bobby moaned and began to move, to undulate his body, unable to hold back.

Bobby was so aroused, his cock aching for release with Adam’s manipulations. The feel of his hole being stretched open and the wet slick mouth on his cock sent shivers up his spine. He was breathing hard and tried to work his hips to push those fingers deeper into his hole. Then the mouth released him, and the fingers pulled out, leaving him feeling empty. He opened his eyes and saw Adam stand, remove his clothes, then move to his feet, straddling the bench.

“Jack and I would go to the bleachers at the football stadium of the high school and it was so exciting to be outside, to feel the night air against our nakedness. I can’t explain it, but…” Adam fell silent as he lifted Bobby’s legs holding them to his chest. He moved closer till he was touching Bobby, rubbing the flared head of his cock against the tight opening. He pushed against it.

Bobby threw his head back and closed his eyes as he felt Adam’s thick cock penetrate him. He felt the pain of stretching to accommodate its girth as inch after inch pushed into his hole. He shuddered with the penetration as Adam’s hips pressed against his ass. He opened his eyes and saw the starry sky and in the periphery of his vision the moon. Then he saw Adam moving over him, folding him in half. His ass lifted off the bench and Adam began to fuck, to pull outward, tugging at his opening, then push inward, slowly, inch by inch, till fully penetrating him again.

As his body heated up, Bobby felt the night air caress his skin. It felt cool to him, and it aroused him to feel it, the way it spoke to his nakedness, and like Adam he didn’t know how to describe it. He just knew it felt good to be outside, in the open, with Adam fucking him. He tugged at his bonds as Adam’s pace increased. Soon the sound of their bodies coming together echoed softly in the clearing, along with his muffled moans and cries.

“Fuck…you’re always so…tight,” Adam uttered in Bobby’s ear as he fucked faster, harder, till the old wooden bench squeaked beneath them.

Adam fucked till he could not hold back. His entire body tightened up, every muscle straining with his exertion, as he hammered cock inside Bobby’s hole. He thrust with such exertion he was sweating, drops raining down on Bobby. The bench rocked so precariously he feared it would break apart, but he didn’t slow, didn’t hold anything in reserve as he fucked for release.

All too soon for both, Adam came, hard, shuddering with every ejaculation as he filled Bobby’s hole. Even as he was spent, he kept pumping into Bobby’s depths until so sensitive he had to stop. He pulled free and eased Bobby’s legs down, then moved over him. He eased down on the erection hovering over Bobby’s stomach, hard, wet, leaking till a clear pool had formed underneath it. He rocked his hips back and forth feeling the hard cock rub along his ass. He rocked on it till he felt wet, slick, then he raised up over it. Reaching back, he held it up as he eased down. It pressed against his tightness, then squeezed through, painfully stretching him open. He kept moving down, taking inch after inch till seated on it.

Bobby watched him, breathing hard and struggling to control his arousal. He was so hard, so close, he didn’t know if he could hold out. He watched Adam move upward, then back down, so agonizingly slow, it only tortured him. He tried to push up, but Adam held him down. He wanted to increase the stimulation, but Adam maintained the control, kept the pace of their fuck slow, and thus his arousal right on edge. His muffled cries shattered the solitude of the night and grew even louder when Adam leaned over and pinched both nipples, twisting them till he was shuddering and trying to pull away. When Adam leaned closer, tugged at his earlobe, then whispered, “fuck me,” Bobby realized he had room to move, the room to work his hips, and he drove cock into Adam’s depths. He pumped his hips till the muscles in his legs and stomach burned with their exertions and he was gasping for breath. Tugging at his bonds, he kept up his pace till he felt hands graze his sides, move up and down the length of his torso, as lips and tongue toyed with his ear, the side of his neck and even the shoulder, especially along the collarbone. He fucked till the point of total exhaustion and felt feverish. The surge of release caused him to thrust roughly, no longer in rhythm, and he shoved upward so hard, it rocked Adam upward as he pumped out his load.

They cleaned up as best they could, using Bobby’s wet underwear to wipe off. Then they eased back to the cabin, following the dark path through the silent night, as if there had not been a disturbance moment’s before.

The next morning, Adam on clean up duty at the main building, Bobby was sitting on the pier next to Amanda and Carter, watching Ryan and one of the other girls flirting with each other as they swam out from them. The sun beat down on them, hot, making sweat appear even though they had just climbed out of the cool waters. Bobby rubbed at his eyes, for they felt tired from lack of sleep.

“How late did you stay up?” asked Carter.

“I was in bed by lights out, but…”

“But?”

“I woke during the night and had trouble going back to sleep.”

“I do that sometimes.”

“Me too,” said Amanda.

“What’s it like to have to share a cabin with Adam?” asked Carter, something he had asked before, as if he knew Bobby’s answers were leaving much unsaid.

“It’s okay. He’s only eighteen too, so it’s not like I’m sharing with someone much older.”

“I’ve never seen him here before. I’ve tried to think back, and during the years I’ve been coming, not once do I remember Adam being here,” said Amanda.

“He never came to camp,” Bobby replied.

“And he’s here now as some sort of punishment?” asked Carter.

“Something like that. His parents made him do it. Thought it would be good for him to volunteer.”

“So, what are you guys doing the rest of the summer?” asked Amanda.

“I’m going to Argentina, then New Zealand with my parents,” Carter replied.

“Seriously?” Bobby asked.

“Serious. My parents have been planning the trip for years and dad is switching jobs, so he took time between them to allow for a month’s traveling.”

“I’m jealous,” said Amanda.

“Me, too,” Bobby added. “I’m just going to hang out around home till the fall.”

“You going to college in the fall?” Amanda asked?

“Yeah, you guys going?”

“I’m taking some nursing courses at a community college,” Amanda replied.

“I’m going to college in the fall,” Carter replied.

“Yeah, where will you be…” Bobby began to ask.

“Bobby!” Adam called out, stepping out on the pier, “swim with me.” Adam strolled down the pier in yellow swim trunks and shirtless, his dark skin tone contrasting nicely against the yellow. Bobby saw how Carter and Amanda looked at Adam, eyes gazing at the muscular body. He knew the feeling, for he looked at the body all the time. Looked at it in ways he wanted to confess to Carter, but with Amanda around all the time, he had not done so.

“Okay,” Bobby replied, climbing to his feet, “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” He followed Adam to the end of the pier where neither hesitated. First Adam, then Bobby simply strolled to the end and dove into the cool waters.

They swam to the point of exhaustion and finally came to shore, the last to leave, making their way back to the cabin. They took their turn in the bath house and got cleaned up. There was dinner and another sermon then a movie so bad Adam dozed through much of it while Bobby, Carter and Amanda joked about it. As lights out approached, everyone went to their cabins, all except Adam, who circled the campground making sure everything was secure, and in its place, and everyone was accounted for.

It was late when he finished his rounds, and he approached the cabin quietly, eased the screen door open, thinking Bobby may be asleep. But he found him naked, lying face down on his bed. With the sound of him coming in, Bobby held his hands behind his back, waiting on Adam to secure them.

Wrist bound and his own clothes removed, Adam moved on top of Bobby, spread his ass cheeks apart and toyed with his tight opening till it loosened from his ministrations. Then he entered him, pushed every inch of his hard cock into Bobby’s depths and began to fuck. He fucked in a steady rhythm, unhurried, as if they had all night. He lay on Bobby’s back and bear hugged him while grinding cock into the depths of his body. He pumped his hips, feeling the way Bobby’s tight opening milked his cock as it moved through it. Then there was the soft heat of his hole, the way it felt around his cock as he buried every inch inside him.

When his arousal grew to the point he couldn’t hold back, he held himself up by his hands and pumped his hips with all the energy he could muster. He thrust into Bobby’s depths till he heard the moans and soft cries, the bed squeak beneath them as it rocked with their movements. He felt the surge of release, the way it shuddered through his body. He jerked and slammed cock into Bobby’s depths as he ejaculated wad after wad into him.

He rolled Bobby over and toyed with his erection, teased him till his hand was wet, then he leaned over and took him in his mouth. Almost immediately, cum flooded into it, filling it to the point he had to swallow.

He untied Bobby and stopped him from getting into his own bed. “Stay with me? Just this one time.”

“Aren’t you worried someone could come up and find us in bed together?”

“It’s been over a week and no one has yet. Sleep with me.”

Bobby lay down next to Adam, both still naked, and they snuggled up together, uncovered by any blanket, letting the night air caress their exposed skin.

The next morning, Bobby woke up alone, Adam already left to start the day’s duties for the counselors. He quickly dressed and headed to the bath house to hit the bathroom and brush his teeth. It was still early and only a few others were in it. He went back to the cabin and sat on his bed telling himself he was going to read, but instead he just stared out lost in thought. How his time at the campground, his final year, had been the most important. Not for the boring sermons and sanctimonious prayers that droned on and on, but for the life’s lessons Adam was giving him. Some confidence he had been lacking before.

He arrived late for breakfast, apologizing to Mrs. Jackson who always stood at the beginning of the line, making sure everyone got utensils and napkins before proceeding down it. Then he went through the day as before, always ending with him and Adam having sex. They didn’t sleep together again and as their last week came to an end, Adam became stoic, less intimate. Bobby knew it was for the better, for when the week was up, everyone would go back to their normal lives, moving on to college or jobs or whatever the future held for them.

He tried to get closer to Carter, but there was always a wall between them. Some interference, whether it was Amanda or Adam or simple the day’s events keeping them apart. He was going to miss Adam and Carter, and strangely enough, it seemed to be Carter he would miss more. He regretted what occurred between them and wished for an opportunity that would allow for a different outcome.

Come Saturday morning, with parents arriving to pick them up, Bobby found himself alone with Adam one last time, as they packed up their duffel bags.

“Adam, I’m going to…”

“Bobby. It’s okay. I know. Me too. But let’s look to the future. We’re both going to college, me to UCLA and you to Georgia, and we will meet guys and date, and have sex. Wild wicked sex these assholes would freak out to see. Then we’re going to meet that someone special that will be a partner in life.”

“But I don’t want to forget our time together.”

“Nor do I. You are special, and don’t forget that,” Adam replied, keeping his back to Bobby, unable to face him. He took a deep breath, smiled then finally turned to Bobby. “We crossed paths in the most ridiculous of places and for two weeks were there for each other.”

Bobby smiled sadly, wanting to say more, but unsure what.

“You packed?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, let’s go. The world awaits us.”

Bobby saw Adam’s parents were there early, unsurprising considering how close they lived to the campground. He saw how standoffish Adam’s father was toward him and how Adam’s mother acted like she could barely touch him. It tore at his heart and knotted up his stomach, to see it. Would his parents treat him like that if they knew he was gay? He feared he knew the answer.

Carter, Amanda and Ryan were sitting on the bench near the entry path from the parking lot. Ryan looked sad and dejected.

“He got dumped by that girl,” said Amanda, as a way to explain Ryan’s foul mood.

“You guys ready to leave?” Bobby asked as he stood in front of them.

“Yep, and you?” Carter replied.

“Yes. I’m ready to get out of here.”

“Carter, honey, are you guys ready to leave,” a woman called out as she approached, and Bobby realized she had to be Carter’s mother. He saw the resemblance and even some of the same mannerisms.

“I guess we’re out of here,” said Carter.

“You got my cellphone number so text me when you get back from your trip. I want to hear all about it,” said Bobby, taking a step toward Carter, trying to find the courage to say what he had been putting off. He looked over at Carter’s mother as she came up and realized it was too late, and he stepped back to let Carter go to her.

Two Months Later

Bobby crossed the campus heading to the main building for classes in English, history and math. World history was his next class and he was rushing from the cafeteria to get there on time. Tightening his grip on the strap of his backpack, he wove through the other students, all heading to classes of their own.

Inside the building, up to the second floor, to the entrance to the largest classroom, he made his way just as students were closing the doors for class to soon begin. He normally sat on the right side of the room, but running late he went to the closest section, along the left. He moved down the steps till about two thirds of the way down and eased into a row and down to within two seats of the student already seated. It was a girl, and although she was pretty, it didn’t really register with Bobby.

It was the third day of classes and he was still finding his way. Life in the dorm was not nearly as bad as he feared, and he found himself falling into a routine. He had checked out the other guys, wondering if any were gay, guys that might be interested in going out to dinner or just hanging out. His roommate, a tall lanky redhead by the name of Erik, quickly banished any carnal imaginings with the introduction of his girlfriend who was also a freshman on campus. Across the hall was Brice and Li, two guys who were such jocks, always talking about sports and girls, he knew they were hopelessly straight, even though he did enjoy hanging out with them listening to their constant banter. Down the hall was Gabriel and Juan, two guys who seemed to ooze sexuality, but Gabriel ruined it with photos of his girlfriend and how he missed her, and Juan was dating a girl on campus before classes had even started. Next door was David and Peter, who had the largest fucking television he had ever seen jammed inside their room. The afternoons of video gaming had gone late into the night during the days prior to the start of classes. And there were so many other guys he had met on his floor and below, but not one gave any indication of being gay.

He was considering the support group on campus and going online, although the latter would require a photo to be uploaded to really capture someone’s attention, and he was not ready for that.

Sitting in what he considered the most uncomfortable chairs on campus, he waited for the instructor to begin, watching him fumble around with a laptop, loading up images for the day’s lecture. He wondered about Adam, and Carter, and even Amanda and Ryan. He wondered if they were sitting in a classroom, loosing patience with a professor who seemed befuddled by the simplest of programs. There had been a long phone conversation with Carter when he got back from his family’s travels, a call that went so long, they were forced to end it by Carter’s father calling him to dinner. There had been text messages, all too brief, but once the packing for college and moving to campus commenced, they had not touched base since. He had been so busy getting settled he hadn’t texted and was sure it was the same for Carter.

The professor dimmed the lights enough for the screen to show up better and adjusted his mic. Notes pulled from a briefcase, he went to the podium and prepared to begin.

“Bobby?!”

Bobby heard his name, but more important, he heard the voice, one recognizable to him. He turned, looking up among the faces to see from where it came. Two rows up, more toward the center, Carter was looking down with a surprised expression to match his own.

“Carter? You’re here?”

“As are you.”

“Okay, lets quiet down and get started,” the professor began, and Bobby mouthed “after class” and turned to listen to his second history lecture of his freshman year.

After class, they met in the corridor, time short, both with another class to attend.

“I realized during the lecture, we never got around to talking about which college we were attending…damn, it’s good to see you,” said Carter, unabashedly hugging Bobby.

“And you, and you’re right. We brought it up but seemed to be interrupted before talking about it.”

“When is your last class?”

“I’m finished at two.”

“I’m finished at one. Text me when you’re out and we can go get something at that coffee shop on Second Avenue.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m out,” Bobby replied, pulling away heading toward the exit to get to his next class, which was in the same building one floor up on the other side.

The coffee shop was busy, students lined up at the counter, ordering concoctions Bobby had never heard of. The sidewalk was crowded, every table taken, as was the main seating area in front. Bobby led Carter to the rear and out to a small patio area where they sat at a small two-top under a Japanese Maple.

“How’s classes going so far?” asked Carter.

“Good, and yours?”

“Good, although that calculus is going to be a bit tricky for me later on.”

“I’m worried about having to write papers in English.”

“Is it the writing them or the reading the aloud that bothers you?” asked Carter smiling.

Bobby smiled back, nodding his head.

“Have you heard from Adam?”

The question seemed to be asking something more.

“Oh, no. We parted ways, knowing our paths would not cross again.”

“That’s kind of sad.”

“Yeah, in a way. He is supposed to be in California. UCLA.”

“Really.”

“What about you? Keeping in touch with Amanda and Ryan?”

“Amanda is a yes, and Ryan…well, he has joined the Navy, so we’ve not been in contact for a while.”

“Sorry.”

“I guess it happens, but it does suck.”

“Hey, there is something we need to talk about.”

“If you mean my hitting on you back at that campground, then you should spare me the shame of…”

“But you don’t understand. You see…I wasn’t ready, I didn’t…”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m gay too; it just took Adam to force me to face it.”

“So, there was something going on.”

Bobby smiled, then laughed, despite himself. “Yeah, a bit too much in hindsight.”

“You guys were screwing around up there in that isolated old cabin?”

“Yes…and once at the amphitheater during the middle of the night.”

“Fuck…”

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away, but you approached me when I was still…afraid.”

Carter sat back, his expression going from serious to a mischievous smile, “so, Adam dragged you out of the closet.”

“So to speak…yes.”

“Are you still afraid?”

Bobby looked Carter in the eye, grinning from ear to ear, “No, not anymore.”

“You want to go out for dinner or something?”

“Yes…I’d like that. But why don’t you come over to my dorm room later today. Erik is going to be gone and we can hang out.”

“What time?”

“I need to get my assignments done and already promised one of the guys in the dorm I’d go with him to dinner. He is going to buy a new television and wanted someone to go and help get it up to his room. You want to come over around nine? We’ll be back by then.”

“Nine it is.”

All afternoon, Bobby thought about Carter. The day when Carter made a pass, then all the times they hung out. He had wanted to correct one of the biggest mistakes he had ever made, but the opportunity never presented itself. He thought of the lean body, one only a couple inches taller than his own and similar in appearance. He wondered what Carter would be like during sex. If Carter would be aggressive or submissive, having a sense he knew the answer.  Carter was not like Adam and he felt a relief that was the case, although he wondered if Carter would have sex in such a physical nature, as Adam and he had during those two weeks last summer.

The afternoon dragged on and on, for he was anxious for nine o’clock to arrive. He went with Charles to the electronics store, where he gave opinions on one television after another, until Charles finally selected one. They hauled it back to the dorm then carried it to Charles’ room a few doors down from his own.

It was only a little after eight, and he took a shower, slipping on gym shorts and a tank top. They fit loose, and the cotton was soft against his skin. He sat at his desk, playing on the internet, trying to distract his mind. But it was to no avail, for he couldn’t stop thinking about Carter, how he was actually at the same university. It suddenly gave him opportunities to correct a past regret and maybe, if Carter was willing, then explore a future the two of them may share, even if only for a short time while in college. He felt sure Carter wanted the same thing.

Absentmindedly, he brought up a porn site he had surfed when alone, in which he masturbated while looking at guys that reminded him of Adam, and more often, than not, Carter. He saw a video with a guy that could have been Carter’s twin. Same hair color and even the same wavy nature, with a body that appeared identical to Carter’s. He watched the guy submit to an older man, strip for him, then turn and offer himself. It aroused Bobby until his cock tented the front of his gym shorts and he made himself turn it off, closing the laptop. But his erection wouldn’t go down, not all the way. He kept imagining Carter in the role of submissive. He wondered how Carter would respond if he did what Adam had done to him. The holding out of hands to be bound, then secured over his head, stretched out, unable to stop Adam from stripping him then using him for their mutual pleasure. He could see Carter submitting, but not as he had done for Adam. He couldn’t see Carter wanting to be bound, but he could be wrong.

It was ten till nine and his cock was still half hard. He spun and faced the door, wondering if Carter would be early, or late. He imagined the ways he could be waiting for him, and how he could invite him in. There could be the innocence of video gaming and shooting the breeze, then after they were settled down, in a moment of quiet, he could make his move. Or he could initiate sex as soon as Carter arrived, forgo all the flirting around, the game of ‘will we, or won’t we’ and just get to it. He tugged his tank top off and tossed it on the floor, then slipped the gym shorts down and off. He fondled himself through the tight briefs he wore, feeling his cock push outward. He saw its outline and smiled at how he once was afraid to let someone see it. Now, he wanted Carter to see it. He wanted Carter to see him, not as a mere friend, but more than that. As a sexual partner, someone to explore the things that aroused them, made them want for the other. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was only a couple of minutes away from nine. He leaned back, raised his ass, and slipped the briefs off.

 With legs spread, he slowly stroked his cock, until it began to thicken. He made himself stop, wanting to do it in front of Carter, to show how it affected him to have Carter in his presence. He climbed to his feet and went to the door, unlocking it, knowing the dangers of doing so. He cut the lights, leaving only the lamp on his nightstand to illuminate the room. He knew anyone could walk in, but he was too aroused to care, throwing caution to the wind, as he sat back down. He faced the door with legs spread just thinking of it and his cock bobbed up and down, growing harder without even touching it.

His cell phone rang, and it was Carter. “Where are you?” he asked as soon as he picked up, wondering if Carter heard how breathless he sounded.

“I’m downstairs. Which room did you say you were in? I rushed out and forgot it.”

“316; left off the elevator.”

“I’m on my way up.”

Bobby felt his heart racing in his chest. He felt the cool conditioned air blow over his nakedness. His cock bobbed upward, growing harder as he waited. He reached down and slowly stroked his hand up the hard shaft to the head and shivered from the stimulation. He wanted sex…with Carter, more than he had ever wanted it with Adam. He leaned back, legs spread, while he held his cock vertical, the full length of it evident with a few inches sticking above his fist.

The door lever moved down, the latch released, and the door eased inward. “Bobby?” came Carter’s voice, soft, almost a whisper.

“Come in. I’ve been waiting too long for you,” Bobby replied, wondering if he was going too far. If Carter would freak out and bolt from his room.

Carter came in and froze, eyes wide open. “Fuck…Bobby…” he stammered then closed the door quickly behind him. “You’re…naked.”

“Carter, do you want me to get dressed?”

“No.”

“Then come here.”

Carter crossed the room, dropping his backpack on the floor. He moved up close, going to his knees between Bobby’s legs. He rested his arms on each thigh and leaned in till Bobby’s cock was in his face.

“You want me?” Bobby asked.

Carter nodded his head.

“Show me.”

Carter moved to Bobby’s cock, kissed the head then put his lips over it, pushing down as far as he could, until his nose was pressing into the pubic hair above it. Bobby moaned, loudly, at the feel of his cock buried in a mouth. He reached out and ran his fingers through Carter’s hair as the head went up and down. He closed his fist, grabbing the long hair on top and pushed down while pumping hips upward. His cock sank deeply into Carter’s mouth. Pulling upward while lowering his hips, he brought Carter’s lips to the very head of his cock where he felt tongue toy with it. He shuddered and pushed down again.

He lay back, hands gripping the arms of the chair while he watched Carter’s head bob up and down. Lips sliding along his hard shaft, tongue toying with the head, and once, when slipped free, he watched Carter try to bore it into the slit. Now he struggled not to come, fighting the urge to work his hips, pumping cock in Carter’s mouth until he came. The need for release built and he grabbed Carter by the hair again and pulled him off of his cock. Gasping for air, Carter stared at him with a questioning look.

“I’m close. You want to eat it, or do you want me to pump it in your ass?”

Carter looked at him with a shocked expression, then slowly smiled. “Can you put your second load in my ass?”

Bobby wanted to laugh, instead he pulled Carter’s mouth back to his cock and let go, letting him do all the work as he leaned back and watched, feeling his need for release build. His cock came into view, glistening wetly in the dim light, then disappeared back in Carter’s mouth, over and over, till he gripped tightly to the arms of the chair and felt the surge of release. He shuddered, pushed up once and filled Carter’s mouth. He fell still as his cock throbbed with every ejaculation, until he was spent. He looked down at Carter, how his mouth was around just the sensitive head and he felt him swallow.

Carter fell back on his heels and Bobby stood, right up in his face, cock still hard and dripping. “Get up,” he commanded in a firm voice and watched Carter stand, reminded of their differences in height, Carter a couple of inches taller. “Strip,” he stated as he stared him down, making him look down momentarily.

When Carter looked back up, there was a mischievous smile, and Bobby watched as each button was undone till Carter’s shirt fell open. Slipped from the shoulders, it was allowed to drop carelessly to the floor. Bobby looked at the familiar body, one he had seen numerous times at the campground, but it seemed different now. The skin flushed, nipples sticking out hard and Carter was breathing hard, stomach undulating with every breath. He saw how the jeans gapped at the narrow waist, and he impatiently waited as Carter slipped the button free, pulled down the zipper and worked the jeans down his legs. Blue boxers hung loosely around the narrow waist, tented with the erection they struggled to contain. Bobby refrained from reaching out, waiting for Carter to remove them too.

Carter took the boxers by the waistband, and with eyes staring up at Bobby, pushed them down and worked them off each foot. His cock sprang out hard, angled upward. The head flared out wide and with clear precum pooling in the slit.

“Get on the bed,” said Bobby, motioning to his. He watched Carter move to it, climb on the mattress, and lay on his stomach. Bobby looked at the prone body, with its curved ass and lean build, and he felt his cock flex with arousal as he contemplated what he was going to do to it. He remembered his first time with Adam, and how it felt with that wet tongue touching him, then fingers opening him up for Adam’s cock. He moved to the bed, straddled the legs and laid on Carter. Their bodies were similar in build, fitting together with curve of hips on ass, and the flat chest against the flat back. He kissed the back of Carter’s neck as he pushed against the round ass, feeling Carter push back. He moved downward, kissing shoulders, the slight indention along the spine, until he was kissing the top of the ass, right where the cheeks rounded outward. He kissed the right one, then the left. He pushed his face into the crevice between them probing with his tongue. Carter moaned and he felt the cheeks part. Carter had reached back and spread them giving him complete access. He dragged his tongue along the crevice, going down till he could work the edge of the sac, then back up, feeling it move over the tight rosebud opening to Carter’s hole. He kept it up till Carter was wet and moaning into the pillow, then he wet his middle finger and eased it into him. He worked the ring of tightness until it loosened, then he bore two, then three fingers into him. He twisted his fingers around and fucked them through the tightness until he lost all patience.

“Fuck me,” Carter uttered as Bobby moved up on knees. “Do it…put it in me…please,” he begged as Bobby pushed down on his erection, aligning it with the tight little hole, and pushed. Bobby stretched Carter open as he penetrated him, sinking inch after inch into the heat of his body. He leaned forward until he was on his hands, and began to fuck, to pull outward nearly all the way, then push back in. He moved slowly so he and Carter could sense every inch pushing through and tugging out on the tight opening. Slowly, he drove inward till pressed against the round ass, then he tugged outward. For as long as he could endure it, Bobby slow fucked Carter.

But he couldn’t keep up the slow pace, not with the way it aroused him with the feel of it, or with Carter’s pleadings to fuck harder. He lay on Carter’s back, bear hugged him around the neck, holding their bodies together, and began to fuck as Carter begged him to do. He drove powerfully with his hips, pushing inward all the way. The bed began to squeak, to rock in rhythm to their fuck, as he bounced his hips off of the round ass. He felt Carter grow rigid, then shudder, as he hammered cock inside him.  Nipping an ear, then tonguing it, Carter shuddered even harder, then cried out, far too loud, Bobby would learn later. He rose up on his hands and fucked harder, faster, the bed protesting beneath them. He saw Carter clutch at the bed and push up as he shoved inward, as the sound of their bodies smacking together echoed in the room.

Carter began to shake, to shudder with release and Bobby felt it, the way Carter spasm around his cock as he thrust into him as hard as he could. Unable to hold back, Bobby pushed inward all the way, then kept jamming his hips against the round ass as he pumped out wad after wad into Carter’s depths.

Collapsed on the bed, they rolled to their sides facing each other. Their cocks lay flaccid, spent and wet with the last of their loads. Bobby toyed with Carter’s until a hand pushed him away.

“Don’t Bobby, I’m too sensitive,” Carter exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

Bobby knew if he pushed it, Carter would have given in, but he was exhausted, too spent for further stimulation and he got Carter to roll over, face the room so he could spoon up to him. They lay still, bodies pressed together, for a long time, Bobby’s fingers moving in circles on Carter’s smooth chest.

“I should go,” Carter whispered.

“Not yet. Lay with me for just a little while.”

They lay together until Carter, then Bobby drifted off to sleep. They dreamed of each other, and of their sex. They dreamed of sex in strange places on campus, and in faraway unknown lands that looked like paradise. During the night, they switched places, more than once, as they moved in their sleep.

Erik eased down the corridor, quietly, for it was early, not yet 6:30. He came to shower and change clothes, then slip back out to meet Melissa for breakfast before his first class at eight. He knew Bobby’s first class wasn’t until nine, so he was probably still asleep. He eased the key into the lock, heard the latch click, then slipped inside the room, pulling the door closed behind him. Dropping his backpack on the floor, he stepped quietly into the room. The first thing he noticed was the clothes on the floor. A plaid shirt, a tank top, gym shorts, jeans, white briefs, and blue boxers lay scattered around. He glanced over to Bobby’s bed and saw a guy he didn’t know staring at him, wide eyed, with a look of pure terror in his face.

“Oh, hey, sorry, but this is my room too. I’m Erik,” he stammered, holding out his hand, then pulling it back, feeling foolish. “I just need to take a quick shower and I’ll be out of here. I’m meeting my girlfriend for breakfast before my first class. So, don’t worry…it’s okay.”

“Erik?” Bobby mumbled from behind Carter.

“Yes, Bobby?”

“Keep it down,” Bobby replied, snuggling up tighter to Carter.

“Okay…I’m just going to shower now,” said Erik, pulling out clothes, grabbing his towel, then disappearing into the bathroom.

The door had barely closed when Carter threw back the blanket and climbed to his feet. He hurriedly got dressed, picking up Bobby’s shirt accidently, tossing it back down, then grabbing up his own. He struggled to get his jeans on, then realized his boxers were laying on the floor in front of him. He stopped, about to pull the jeans back off. “Fuck it,” he uttered as he pulled the jeans up.

“Relax…you don’t have to be in such a hurry,” said Bobby sitting up, swinging his feet to the floor. His morning erection stood tall between his thighs and he stroked it slowly, looking at Carter. “You want to help me out before you leave,” he jokingly asked.

“What?! Stop fooling around. I’ve got to go anyway. My first class is at eight and…Jesus, I can’t believe we fell asleep.”

Carter checked his pockets, started for the door, stopped, then rushed back to Bobby. He kissed him quickly on the mouth. “I’ll call you later?”

“Okay,” Bobby replied. “Maybe we can do dinner or something?”

Carter smiled, then rushed to the door, slipped out and was gone.

Erik came out, hair wet, but dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt. He saw Bobby sitting on the side of his bed, blanket pulled across his lap just enough to hide his morning erection.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Erik asked, and it surprised Bobby there wasn’t questions about him being gay, or some freaking out about catching him in bed with Carter. He let the question hang in the air for a second then nodded his head.

“I hope so.”