Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2000 18:10:11 -0400
From: NailsB69@hotmail.com
Subject: Chapter 5, Basketball Camp

Warning: This FICTIONAL story contains graphic descriptions of sexual urges
and desires of a man and a 16 year old youth.  If this is illegal for you
to read, turns you off, or causes you to have murderous rage or homophobic
disgust, LEAVE!  Leave it for others who are here by choice.


                        A Walk By the Lake, 2nd Day
                         Basketball Camp, Chap. 5
                               by Bob Nelson

Spike is up, wagging and pulling toward David as we come out of the Dining
Hall.     David waves and hollers,

"Here, Spike.  Come on, boy!  Oh, that's right, you're on a leash."

I follow David over to Spike, who wags and wriggles his happy greeting.  I
stand back so they can greet each other, at an angle where I can gaze at
David's strawberry blonde hair, handsome face, and gorgeous body,  looking
him up and down, storing up eye candy images for later JO sessions.  I am
careful not to look too long at his perfect bubble butt or that enticing
mound in the front of his nylon shorts, since other boys are streaming out
after supper.   Too much focus and Junior will stand up again.   David is a
pure joy to behold!  Perfect proportions, without a bit of fat on him,
long, lean muscles on his arms with biceps beginning to bulge, the start of
a six pack under his developing abs, and a delectable looking lump lower,
in his shorts.  That's what I want for dessert!  I want it, but will not
make a move on him!

"Hi, Spike!   Miss me?   Come here, you old dog.  Sit!"

David holds out the first tidbit he has from dinner, lets Spike take it out
of his fingers then feeds him the other three.   He scratches Spike behind
the ears with one hand as he scratches just above the base of his tail with
the other.   Spike gets that glazed look as he leans against David's legs,
as though he's saying 'Oh, don't stop.  Don't ever stop!   Just right!
Right there!! '

"I hate to break it up, you two, but we need to take Spike around the lake
to let him do his evening jobs."

"Oh, right, Bob.   May I hold his leash?  I've watched you work the brake
and the hold button and think I can keep Spike in control."

I smile as I hand him the leash, thinking {You can handle either of us,
David!}  Spike is the most laid back dog on campus, but does weigh about
sixty-five pounds and if he sees something he wants to investigate he can
pull me along or anchor me to one spot.   Maybe I should have called him
"Spot?"  By this time we are a hundred yards behind the Dining Hall and all
the boys have gone in the other direction, up the walks leading from the
front back to their dorms.    We enter the path around the lake,

"David, I'm tempted to let you unhook him.   You can always tell either of
us 'Stop, come back.'  We'll do it instantly."

"Yeah, big talk!   Well, I'm a little miffed at you!  I'd even say pissed,
but I don't like the term.  Spike is the only one who shows me that he
likes me!"   David's voice sounded angry or sullen --  or hurt?   The look
on his face as he turned to face me mirrored those feelings, brows
furrowed, eyes sad, the corners of his mouth turned down.  Is his lower lip
trembling?

"David!   What's wrong?  What have I done?" I ask in bewildered anxiety.

He really looks angry, letting his emotions rise.   His voice is not loud
but it's intense.

"It's not what you've done, Bob, it's what you haven't done!   I was so
happy the first day when I felt you watching me!  Then you turned me on
that afternoon when I knew you were feeling attracted to me.   That first
night I really zinged  when I felt your hardon because of me!   But
yesterday I got kind of paranoid, when it got too heavy.  I was afraid we
were going too fast, even though I wanted to do it all by tomorrow.   I
didn't know whether to run or hide, but our talk was good.  You reassured
me that you won't do anything to me -- or with me -- until I turn
eighteen.  That relieved me, even though I do want to make love with you,
some how, now, this summer.  But -- but after you told me your decision to
not 'rape' or 'seduce' me you just stopped   looking at me with any warm
feelings!"  With these words he changes from mild anger to tears.  Just a
few hovering on his lower lids.  He continues,

"I thought you said you liked what you saw, that I was your ideal!  Your
David!  Better than Michelangelo's David!   Now -- now -- I can't see or
feel any of that!  You just look.  You don't watch me.   I'm afraid that
you think I'm just another kid!"

With that the tears that slowly filled his eyes begin to overflow, running
down his cheeks without him noticing or caring.   His gaze is direct,
looking in each of my eyes in turn, as though he can find what he thought
he'd lost behind one of them.   He finally sobs, just once, but it is heart
rending to see this gorgeous, self-assured boy start to crumble.   His
shoulders shake, he sniffs, then wipes his nose on his forearm, and looks
away, shoulders slumped.  His body language is even stronger than his
words.... 'Am I rejected?'

Luckily we are behind the first group of trees and screened from everyone's
sight.   Lucky, because without thinking about it or glancing around, I
step forward and gather him into my arms, pulling his head down onto my
shoulder with one hand and running my other hand across his shoulders and
then down his back.   He shudders, then melts into me with another louder
sob and clutches me fiercely.  His body now shouts 'You do care!  You do
love me!'  He looks up with renewed hope in his eyes, a tiny smile
quivering on his lips, as though it's afraid to blossom... Is this false
hope, or real?

"David, oh My David!   How could you think that?   Couldn't you -- Can't
you see and feel my love that I'm holding inside, hiding it from everyone
else?  It's so hard but so vitally important that I not show the slightest
indication of my love for you.   It is considered an aberration -- or a sin
-- and a felony!    I love you, and I want to let you see it, feel it,
share it with you!!  Don't you know that?"

Deep in my arms, David lets it all out, sobbing and sniffling as he
responds with a half smile,

"Yeah,  YES, I know it has to be this way, but you put TOO much lid on it!
I thought you'd changed your mind, turned off your love, decided I wasn't
nearly good enough, or  -- oh, Hell, Bob, I don't know what  I've been
feeling all day, except hollow!   Empty!  Totally drained!   First you
noticed me and I could tell you liked me.  That poured a half gallon of
happiness into me and gave me a real boost.  Then I scoped you out with my
gaydar and I knew you wanted me.   Man, did that fill me up -- fifty
gallons!  It made both my heads zoom up and almost explode!   But when you
got more intense it scared me because I still am a virgin --  torn between
wanting you and not being sure if I'm ready......   Then the let down when
you acted so damned cool!  A slow leak became an outpouring flood!  Can't
you show me in private that you feel something for me?   I know I love you
and still want you to be my first.   If not this year, then next.   I don't
want to wait until I'm eighteen!  But if you insist, I will wait, even
though I'll hate every minute of it!   Do you know how many times I've
jacked off since meeting you?"

He finishes in a rush of total intensity and focus that finally show the
depth and intensity of his feelings.  I thought it was a school boy crush,
or maybe even him teasing me.  No!  David really does love me like I love
him!  My heart swells and I feel a flush of heat, as I say,

"Oh, David!   We both pulled back too much!   How I've wanted to hold you!
But not like this, not with you crying and hurting!   I want to kiss and
make love to you -- really want to, but we can't  until you are of legal
age!   It's torn me up so bad that I've probably equalled you in jackoffs,
just to relieve some of the pressure in my balls!   Three a day but
postponing numbers four and five -- about the same for you?   Hell, enough
talk!"   I lift his face up and say,

"Just kiss me!   It will be a substitute for what we both want!"

His soft lips crush against mine, both of us realizing this is no time for
a tender, subtle approach.  This is an emergency!   Red Alert!  GQ!  This
Hot Boy needs some loving!    David's arms around my chest pull us so close
our shirts almost fuse together.  He is strong!  Turning his head from side
to side, he makes urgent  little murmurs of  love... and my own murmurs
echo his.   We each pull back a little at the same time, relax our tensed
lips, and come back more gently with lips slightly parted.   His tongue
makes first entry, slipping inside my mouth for the first time.  OH, oh, my
GOD!   It feels so good my dick gets full, steely hard!   I feel his
respond the same way as I slide my tongue into his mouth without pushing
his out of mine.   Our tongues duel, exploring each other's mouth at the
same time, then trading; both in his mouth, then both in mine.  Running
around just inside lips, then up to the hard palates, then stroking the
"host" tongue.  Hot!  Erotic?   Feels like we're only an inch away from
orgasm!   Our crotches grind together, our lips mash, chins press, arms
cling, legs entwine -- all trying to melt us into a single organism...an
orgasmic organism.  Not  yet --  I ease him back a bit, open my eyes and
watch his open.   He looks dazed, as though returning "from a far
country."   We were both there, hanging on the very edge.

"Why are we stopping?   It feels perfect, and now I know you love me!"

"Yes, I absolutely, totally love you, My Perfect David!   But we both have
to take a little break -- to breathe, if nothing else."

"Oh, OK if it's just a break.   No way is that enough for tonight!   Hell,
Bob, we're leaving tomorrow! "

With that, his tears gush out again.  He ignores them except to sniff.   I
reach back and get my handkerchief.   Mom taught me to always keep a clean
hanky in my pocket for any emergency and this definitely is one!   I shake
it open and gently wipe away his tears, cover his nose and say

"Blow."

He blows one long blast, then a smaller one, then bursts out laughing as he
reaches up,  takes the handkerchief  from me, and finishes.

"First time anyone's helped me blow my nose for one helluva long time!
But thanks, it felt fine.  In fact, it was a very nice, additional little
way to show your love."

"Hey, you're welcome, my love!   I feel so tender, close, and in love with
you that it is just tearing a huge chunk out of me that we can't --
absolutely can not  go any farther than kissing, except for little caring
actions, like helping you blow."

"Well, you'd better not  tell me to blow and mean for me to leave you!   No
way!  Not now that you've let me back in!   Oh, Bob, do you mean it?   Do
you love me?   I know I love you -- no idea why or how, just that it
started about noon yesterday, the first time we talked, on our way up from
morning practice.   How about you?  When did you first feel it?"

"Exactly then, my David!   I was attracted then entranced by the way you
looked, the way you moved, the way you interacted in such a self-assured
way with the other boys -- so sexy without trying to be sexy!  Maybe that
was a type of love, more likely infatuation.  But when you came over to me
and began to talk like we were already friends --  I just about lost it!
I wanted to grab you, kiss you, and carry you off to a secret love nest!
I'm afraid some of the coaches and boys would have noticed if I'd done
that, though..  Think so?"

Now he giggles.   It deepens into a quiet belly laugh as David visualizes
me stealing him from his group, dragging him into the bushes and making
Tarzan love to Boy!

"Would you have ravaged me in a gazebo, under a tree, or right there on the
grass?"

"Well, we'd have recreated the Rape of the Sabine Women, who may not have
all been virgins, but from what I recall of the painting, it was rather
obvious what was going to happen.   Have you seen it?"

"Yeah, I thought it looked pretty hot, except --"  he blushes and glances
down then back up,  "can I tell you what I really thought when I looked at
it?  You won't laugh or think I'm weird?"

"David, I'll laugh with you, but never at you.  As for weird, we are both
way down that road!   But what did you think when you saw it?"

"I just looked and looked at the bulging muscles of that one guy who's in
the foreground, with his clothes half ripped off and the fearful virgin
under his arm -- but I wanted him to have me there, not her!"  he looks up
almost like a little boy caught in the cookie jar.

"You, too?   I remember seeing it when I was about your age and that's the
way I felt, too, but  never, ever told anyone until now!    Now who's
weird?"

I give him a quick peck on his lips, which rapidly grows from a tickle into
a raging inferno, sweeping us into another time, another place, lifting us
above all the mountains, above the clouds, above the ionosphere.   Then,
and we could never remember later if it was after a minute or after thirty,
we break apart -- just far enough to gaze deep in each other's eyes. His
laugh booms out and his face flashes back into its sunny, dazzling smile, a
smile on his lips, in his eyes, in the set of his face and the tilt of his
head -- a totally joyous smile.  He asks,

"How old were you?  When you wanted him to drag you away?"

"About sixteen.   It's supposed to be the peak of male sexy horniness, from
what I felt then and read later.  And you, my dear David, take me back
there with a rush!   I haven't jacked off three times a week for a couple
of years, but being around you makes three times a day seem like I'm really
holding back.    And I have been, wanting and wishing I could share it with
you --- share and give and take our love in sensous love making.  Nuzzle
and lick and kiss you all over, then swallow your young manhood until you
give me all your precious virgin sperm!   Not just sex, I want to make love
with you but can not --- not yet!"

"You'd better add 'yet' when you say that!   If not, them's fightin' words,
Podner!" he says.

It's a pretty good John Wayne imitation: pretty good voice, but he can't
hold the 'old cowboy' look on his face, and cracks up, back into a boy's
radiant smile.

"Frankly, my dear, I do give a damn!"  I try for Rhett Butler's famous
line, but also lose it in my delivery.

We're both laughing, holding each other more loosely than in the urgency of
our first kisses, but with a relaxed, all's-right-with-the-world feeling.
We are back to wordless communicatioin of how we feel and what we're
thinking.   Oh, it is so fantastic with this boy-man!   How can he be so
totally in tune, so totally right, so totally the answer to all my
fantasies and dreams?  I look deep into his eyes, open my mouth to ask him,
when he puts a finger on my lips and says,

"Yes, as you are the answer to all my dreams and fantasies, too!   I told
you I have always been attracted to older men, but I didn't tell you that
it was all hypothetical and abstract.   I have never, ever been attracted
to any one man the way I am attracted to, pulled to, and overwhelmed by
you!  Any other tingle was just barely enough to feel, or to wonder if I
felt it.   With you, it began to grow, then became a rush!  I felt like
those surfer hot doggers, sliding down the front of a fifteen footer,
hanging ten.   But then it built into a tidal wave.   That's when I got
scared.   But then you pulled back and put a tight lid on it and kept it on
tight.   I began to worry, then panicked!   Had I felt it?  Had I heard
you?  Did you feel it, too?   Did you really say I'm more perfect than
Michelangelo's David and that you loved me?   It started getting fuzzy,
blurry, faint -- whatever -- I was losing it!   That was so much worse than
the tidal wave feeling!   Guess it's like a tsunami -- the wave is only
half the terror.   The other half is how much it sucks back out to sea and
drops onto the ocean floor, lost forever!

That's what I felt this evening as we got further and further out of sight
of the Dining Hall without you grabbing me or at least telling me that you
still love me!   Now, feeling your kisses, feeling your hardon against
mine, feeling you crush me against you as hard as I'm pulling you against
me, and most of all hearing you tell me you love me -- WOW!   This time
it's so much better than a tsunami!   It's a spring flood, slowly lifting
all the boats until they are floating so high they're almost getting pulled
under by their moorings.  But you  give us enough slack to float higher
than any other boat!   Does that make any sense?  Oh, I'm sorry, I'm
gushing and jabbering and blubbering on about all my feelings.  I'd better
shut up, now."

"David, that makes perfect sense, with the most perfect simile or analogy
or whatever they call that kind of description.  You summed it up and
described exactly the way I feel now!"

Then I change my happy face to stern but not cold as I continue,

"But I don't ever  want you to feel bad about showing your emotions or
telling me how you feel!  Not ever!   One of the best things about you --
and there are too many to count -- is that you do show  your feelings!   I
have marvelled at how openly and honestly you show whatever you're
feeling.  Your emotions are honest, and add a bold affirmation to what you
say and do!  That's one reason the other boys look to you as a leader, why
the coaches enjoy teaching you -- and, I finish in a lower voice, "That's
one of the main reasons I fell in love with you."  I continue earnestly,

"That is one major problem I've had all my life -- hiding my feelings!  You
already are letting me show and tell how I really feel.   It's wonderful to
open up and let them show!   Thank you!   I have put too heavy a lid on my
feelings since yesterday.  I'm so sorry!  Force of habit -- Hide it!    You
picked up on it and pulled back, too.  Then I wondered 'Is he confused, or
having second thoughts?'    It built until I got scared that I had heard
you wrong, too, or heard things I wished and hoped you had said.    Oh,
come here, Love!"

He is still here, of course.  He's leaning back in my arms, holding me in
his, so we can gaze into each other's face and soak up all that we can.
Storing up images of the man we are falling in love with.  Yes, still
falling!  I lean forward for a half dozen gentle kisses.  Tender but
strong, eager but careful,  hard but gentle.  I feel like running and
yelling across the campus but prefer hiding in our lovers' bower.   What a
wondrous set of contradictions!   I see the same emotions in David's eyes
and face, knowing he is with me in every jump, every joyous contrast.
His faint smile widens, his eyes crinkle in mirth as he nods,

"Yes, it would be fun to tear off our clothes and relive the days of Greek
love, where a boy and man were considered a normal pair, a mentor and
student in all things, with the boy learning all the ways of living from
the man.   Will you be my mentor, Bob?"

"Willingly and gladly, David!   First thing we have to figure out is how I
can see you some this year, before next summer's camp!    Here's my card
with phone, fax and email numbers.   What's an email address you prefer,
that's private?"

"It's davestrom@hotmail.com,  intentionally ambiguous and confusing.   Got
it?"

"All one word, dave and strom joined, no hyphen or underline?"

"You got it.   With hotmail I can access it from any computer, and my folks
don't know I have an account on hotmail, or my password, so no worry
there.   How are we going to meet, and when and where?  I can't wait till
next summer, either."

"Have you decided where you're going to college or what you'll major in?"

"My advisor says that as soon as school starts we have to make a list, take
the SAT, get letters of recommendation and start to look at schools I might
visit.  HEY!"

His eyes flash and I read his thought -- still in total mental synchrony,

"Hey is right!   Are you possibly interested in attending this old pile of
stones?  You could make an early visit, then a later one to 'decide.'  Ouah
Lib'ary even has several books that ain't been colored in, yet!"

He bends over laughing, holding his sides.  I don't know if it's my accent
or if he knows the joke.

"Right, Bob.  I've heard that one about any A&M or Tech college, how they
had a terrible fire in the library and it burned all the books -- BOTH of
them!   and one hadn't even been colored in!  Some of the High Schools we
play have such ignorant goons on their teams that I think it applies to
them, literally, or literarily!   You're right, I will put down Chem as a
possible major, and will surely list this college as one of my top three
choices.    Wow!  Can you imagine --?"

I cut him off, as two can work this ESP game,  "Yes, I can even visualize
you cumming here -- several times -- per week -- or each day!"

He laughs harder each time I add another layer to the quip, making it
quipped cream.

"Are Freshmen required to live in the dorms, or do you think I can --"

"NO, you can not live with me!" in a gruff voice and scowl,  "until your
Sophomore, Junior and Senior years..... and longer if you continue here in
your graduate studies," I finish with a grin.    "Sorry about that," I lie,
being as sorry as a cat licking up a bowl of creamy good stuff, and lick my
lips to transmit the visuals with my thought.

This time he pulls my face down to kiss me... and I let him.   We grab,
hold, squeeze, rub, grind, thrust, and hold butts, really getting into it.
I peel off his shirt as he's unbuttoning mine when Spike starts barking
excitedly as he faces back down the path!!

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Well, here we are at another cliff, hanging over!  Be patient; I'll add the
next chapter within a week, sooner if I get enough urging. (Hint!)  Send
comments to me, Bob Nelson, c/o  NailsB69@hotmail.com