Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 05:50:06 -0400
From: NailsB69@hotmail.com
Subject: Basketball Camp, Chapter 6

Warning!  This chapter and this story are fictional accounts of love
developing between a man and a teenage boy.  If that disgusts or distresses
you, why the hell are you here?  Go!  Leave it for those who enjoy it!!  If
you are underage, whatever that means where you live, you have to leave,
too.  Sorry, their rules, not mine or ours.

			      Almost Caught!
			  Basketball Camp, Ch. 6
			       by Bob Nelson

At the far end of the lake, David and I finally let our love show -- as
much as we can, now.  We share hot, blistering hot kisses, caresses all
over our upper bodies, and our crotches grinding together, hardon to
hardon.  We still have our shorts on but both our dicks are so hard they
may rip right through to the other guy's!  Our legs are intertwined keeping
up tightly together.  Finally we get so hot we lean back by mutual thought
transfer or whatever we've developed, look each other in the eyes, nod, and
start ripping off the other guy's shirt.

When suddenly Spike starts barking, going wild, barking and jumping up and
down, facing back toward the Dining Hall and the rest of campus!!!  He
seldom barks, so something is definitely up -- besides us! In fact, I start
to wilt as I thrust us apart and scramble for my shirt, as we hear two or
three boys shouting,

"Hey, Spike!  Yeah, Spike, tell us where you are!  Hey, Bob!  Hey, David!
You guys there?"

We hear them coming through the brush that's overgrown some of the path.  I
have my shirt inside out!  Oh, Hell, I take it off and flip it
around. David's doing the same thing!  Oh, shit -- and here they come!

"Hi, Dr. Nelson, Hi, David!  Glad Spike let us know where you were!" says
Charlie, who is leading the group.

"Yeah," agrees Tony, "we wanted to get some air, too.  Hey, how come you
guys have your shirts off?"

Enzio begins, "I was wondering what you - --" when David interrupts him.

"Man, guys, didn't that swarm get you all, too?  The biggest damn swarm of
mosquitoes I ever saw just covered us for a minute -- or two or three!  So
bad they were biting everywhere, but 'specially through our shirts!  I just
ripped mine off then Bob took his off and we were swatting bugs on our
fronts and the other guy's back, using our shirts.  How did they miss you?
Or did they?"

What a super sharp kid -- young man!  He just covered our asses, making up
that B.S. story!!

"Guess you saw the swarm or heard it, even if it missed you -- didn't you?"
I add.

Charlie, Tony and Enzio all look at each other with a baffled look, then
shrug.

"No, we didn't see any."

"Nah, they didn't get us!"

"What swarm?" Enzio asked, still looking around to see if he could see them
if or when they came back.

"Well, you guys are just lucky!  They were mean and hungry!  I probably
have a million bites, but guess they're gone," David puts the final nail in
the B.S. story (Built Swiftly?).  "but we'd better not stand here or some
other swarm may find us!  You ready to head back Bob?  Spike?"

Spike wags his tail even harder and looks at David with love, head over to
one side.  I conclude,

"Spike sure likes you guys!  He knew it was part of the gang when he
started telling you where we were.  Glad you came to find us so we can tell
you all goodbye, tonight," {THAT was a lie --}

"We won't have time to tell you tomorrow morning.  You all leave at noon?"

"Yessir."

"Sure do."

"Yes, we do, Bob.  And I guess we'd all better get back for some
sleep. They'll push us hard tomorrow so we will feel like we got a lot out
of the Camp.  They know we all remember our last activity best," David says
as he puts on his shirt then holds mine for me to slide my arms in.

"I didn't realize till tonight that Dr. Nelson, or Bob as he's let us call
him, teaches Chemistry here.  Remember how much we liked it last year,
Charlie?"

"You liked it, not me!" Charlie replies with a half smile, "Don't you
remember that you helped pull me through?  I'd have flunked it and had it
to look forward to this summer, if you hadn't!"

"Nah, Buddy," David answers, "you'd have done OK.  I just helped a little
bit."

"Like almost two letter grades!  You helped me pull a B, but it would have
been a D or an F if you hadn't worked my skull to the bone!"  Charlie says,
making us all laugh.

"If my Dad hadn't remembered that Bob works -- I mean teaches here, we all
wouldn't have met him!  They knew each other twenty years ago and haven't
seen each other since.  Bob didn't even know my Dad got married!"

"Oh, I knew he would.  He had girls all over him all the time," I said with
a straight face, waited, then winked.  They all cracked up.

"Seriously -- well that's a good way to start a sentence describing the
Paul Allen Lindstrom I knew -- very serious.  We used to have long talks --
me about Chemistry and Paul about hospital equipment.  That's what we
called it, at least I did.  Paul was the first person I knew who used the
term 'technology' and said that it was all going so fast that there needed
to be a way to keep track of who had what, who was making what, and share
ideas to make it better if the company making it didn't have proprietary
secrets."

David whipped around and stared at me, then grinned.  "We haven't even
talked about what my Dad is doing now, Bob, but even he could not have
summed it up better!  He said you were sharp, and that I'd enjoy getting to
know you.  I surely have!"  On that, he truly beamed, then added "We all
have, haven't we, guys?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure have."

"You helped us play better by watching us and smiling when we did good,
Bob!" Enzio added.

Well, well -- he is more tuned in that I'd thought.  Maybe just shy around
adults.  I ruffle his hair and tell him,

"You guys made it fun for me and Spike!  Did you know that next summer the
Coaching Staff is going to add him on the evaluation team?"  I ask with a
perfectly sober face... holding it with difficulty.

"No shit --- I'm sorry, No kidding?" Tony asks.

"You're B.S.ing us, aren't you Bob?" queries Charlie.

"I think he is!" adds David, with his famous one eyebrow raised,
skeptically.

"Why not?  He knows you four, plus Pete, are the best players this summer!
Have the coaches told you, yet?"

"No!" blurts Enzio

"They haven't told anyone who's best!" adds Tony.

"Ah, you're teasing us --- aren't you, Bob?" asks David, with Charlie
nodding agreement.

"Not at all about how Spike CAN tell which of the guys are best... but no,
they don't plan to put him on the Staff.  It would save them hiring one
extra coach, though.  Do you know how Spike lets me know?"

"You sure aren't going to tell us that he talks to you, are you?  Only when
you two are home, alone, of course?  Yeah, RIGHT!  NOT!" Charlie says, with
a look that should pin me to the tree we're passing.

"Nope!  He just looks for the happiest, friendliest guys who are
enthusiastic ----- and like to pet dogs!"

They all crack up, laughing so hard they have to hold each other up, as I
stand there with a look of puzzlement on my face, turning to a look of long
suffering indulgence,

"Boys!  Just watch everyone else tomorrow morning, but particularly watch
each other!  I hope your Coach lets you all play together to make one team!
You'll slaughter the others!"

"You really think so?"  from Tony.

"Really???"  asks Enzio

"Well, --- if Spike says so......" say Charlie and David, almost in unison,
bringing us all in on the biggest gale of laughter. so far.  Almost blew
the leaves off the bush we were passing!

"Yup, Yes Sir, and You Betcha!" I assure them.  I can see they are weighing
it -- is it possible?

"Well, if you don't believe in Spike, alone, let me add that I agree with
him completely!  I've been watching these camps for almost ten years, and
you five are the best!  Of course I think my friend Paul's son David is the
best of the best!" adding a loving smile to him.  The others should think
it just shows praise....

"Yeah!" "He sure is!"  "David's the BEST!" all overlap.  Obviously they all
agree.

"He helped me on two big things and several little ones," Tony puts in.

"Me, too," Enzio chimes in.

"He's always been helping me, in school or sports.  But he is so cool about
it he just gives me a few little clues, moving his feet to how I should
stand, looking at all the defenders so I do, too.  Stuff like that," says
Charlie, obviously a long-time buddy to David.

I smile and nod at all of them, as they reinforce the ideas, watering the
seed that Spike and I planted, to build their confidence by convincing them
they already are the best.  Tomorrow they will be, just because they will
internalize it in tonight's sleep, then wake up feeling ten feet tall and
able to beat "Air" Jordan or any other NBA star!  Self fulfilling prophecy
is the name of this technique, and when it works, it's Magic!  Hmmm wonder
if his coach used it on him?  Anyway, this group certainly has as much
talent as any other group, even the ones a year or two older.  Now we'll
see if I prepared the soil to receive the seed and gave it just the right
amount of water and fertilizer for it to sprout.  No, not
B.S. fertilizer... Respect, Encouragement, and Inclusion normally do it.  I
smile as I see them all thinking about it.

"Well, guys, here we are at Collingwood, your 'Dorm away from Home'.  Darn,
David, those 'skeeters were so bad I didn't have a chance to tell you what
I want you to ask your Dad.  Got a few minutes to chat?"  {Now who was
getting devious?  I'm learning --- from him!}

"Sure, Bob!  Hey, Charlie, guys, it's only 9:30, so I'm going with Bob.
Tell Coach I'll be back by ten, or just a bit after, OK?"

"Sure!"  "You got it!"  "Right on, Bro'!"  all bounced off the wall behind
us.  Charlie was grinning a lot wider than the others, as though he -- like
he's guessed -- figured that David and I will --- NO! ....Yeah?

All these thoughts zip through my mind as I keep a pleasant, professional
look on my face -- the one I use in Faculty and Committee Meetings, meant
to assure the person talking, 'My how interesting!  I am hanging on your
every word!  Tell me more!'  while I let my mind wander or solve some
problem I haven't had time to work on.  I even went to sleep for half an
hour once, while a colleague focussed her presentation to me, as I was the
one obviously interested and understood what she was saying!  Luckily I
waken without a jolt or bleary looking around, so she never knew -- and
never will!  It helped me make tenure!  Protective camouflage or just self
preservation against some folks at every level who are so in love with the
sound of their own voice that you don't need to tell them they are
fascinating.  Just smile, nod once in a while, and let their mouth run
while my batteries recharge!  Of course these boys are not nearly as vapid
and boring as about a third of our faculty!  These guys are still
enthusiastic and wide ranging in their interests!  Half of my colleagues go
deeper and deeper into a progressively narrower specialty until they know
everything about almost nothing!  I really am watching these guys in the
ten to fifteen seconds it takes Charlie to 'approve' David playing hooky
from Lights Out!  We turn to go, turn in unison after fifteen steps, as
though we'd practiced it.  The others are inside while Charlie waits there
for our final wave.  He chuckles with a twinkle in his eyes, waves, and
turns to go inside.

We keep a straight face for another eight steps, then explode, laughing.

"You really had them believing you, and that was a super smooth way to give
us some more time!" my David says, brushing my hand with his about every
second time he swings it as we walk.

I act surprised, amazed that he could doubt me, using face, body language
and tone of voice to lay it on even thicker,

"Why, David!  I'm shocked!  I really am shocked at you -- do you not
believe me?  Do you doubt for a minute anything that I told you all?
Anything at ALL?  If so, what specifically do you disbelieve?  Hmmm?"

David's chuckling stops as though choked off as he furrows his brows.  A
young Sherlock, puzzled and challenged by conflicting data, clues, and
opinions.  After looking in each of my eyes, he slowly begins,

"Bob, I don't doubt that you (and possibly Spike) think we play well
together, but am a little in doubt that we are better than *any* other
group of five guys who have come through here in the past ten years!  It
seems hardly possible, and very unlikely the coaches will all think so.
Yet, maybe, just maybe we are---" he trails off, wanting to believe.

Oh, oh, a critical juncture!  I have to nail down these loose doubts or the
whole structure will blow away if -- no, when, another group plays better
even momentarily.  I stop so suddenly that David takes three steps then
turns and comes back.  I give him my most earnest look and voice,

"David, my Dear David!  Don't you remember the feeling that began to grow
after I began watching you, even before you thought I was interested?  That
first day the Head Coach singled you out as giving him your all, and you
playing the best!  Since then you have improved a tremendous amount --
except those few hours when you were worried about my pushing you into
premature sex -- or keeping you from it!!  The rest of the time on the
court you *were* playing 'over your head,' weren't you?  Come on, tell me
what you really felt -- and will feel... You know you can do it because *I*
know you can!  And now I love you for all of you, not just your basketball
skills.  But you are one in a million, my love, who can focus all your
attention and energy for an hour, seeing all the guys, all the moves, all
the ways the ball will bounce!  When you realize and remember those times
when you played NBA Ball, NO one here could ever beat you!  And you can and
do inspire these other guys to do more than their best.  You pull them into
the basketball stratosphere, where you ALL are a mile above the rest! Hey!
You all have to come down five thousand feet just to see the basket, a
couple hundred more to hit it when you shoot!  Seriously, though, and I am
*very* serious, I will be there sending you my love, my encouragement, and
my cheers for all your good moves, even if they are silent.  You can hear
them on our private channel."  Some way we have been given a way to hear
each other's thoughts and feel the other guy's feelings.  Good!  I can feel
the last doubts in you melt away!  Just keep that thought!  That one, right
there!  Yes, that you ARE one super fantastic ball player, combining skill
with a love of the game and wanting to help your team mates! Right?"

David was dazed at my intensity and directness through all of this harangue
-- no, more of an exhortation I'd say -- until I was finishing.  I knew I
perceived his exact thought!  That will clinch it!  His face lights up in a
ten thousand watt smile: eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, lips, straight white
teeth, and a firm set to his great chin.

"Yes, you *did* say exactly what I was thinking, and I feel us in the most
solid connection, ever!  Oh, Bob, I love you so much!  I know you are the
man for me, the only man, ever!  And that will help me play my best and be
my best tomorrow --- and all the rest of this year till I come back to see
you!"

I can't resist a gentle jape, now that I know he's gotten my message,

"You'll be best until you come back to me, then drop down to average?  or
common?  or poor and weak and *normal*????  Why will you do that to me?"  I
try to hold my 'sincere disappointment' but I can't.  A giggle starts, then
builds..

"Oh, you -- you --- YOU BOB, YOU!" he chastises me, for want of a more
solid club.

"Guilty as charged, my David, MY David, my LOVING, lovely, wonderful David,
man that I love and will love as long as I live," I reply, slowing and
dropping my voice steadily to let him know that THIS was no B.S.!  I am as
serious as I can be, meaning every jot and tittle, every nuance and nub,
ready to dot every T and cross every I... then I start another giggle as I
envision myself with crossed eyes, after that vow...

"Oh, Bob, yes!  You would look SO silly standing in front of a group of our
friends as we committed to each other, but you looking out at them with
crossed eyes!!!"

He folds in half with the deepest chortle I have heard from him.  I gladly
let him hang onto me as I put an arm around him.. Oh, God, THANK YOU for
bringing this boy into my life, this boy-man whom I have seen evolve into a
young man this weekend!  I am so privileged to be here as he breaks out of
his pupa state into a beautiful butterfly -- a Monarch, obviously.  He is
feeling his new wings as they dry and strengthen.  Yes, he will be able to
make that long trip of several thousand miles to winter over and keep the
faith and promise that has been inside him!  I don't know how or why I am
so blessed to be his chosen life partner... and he mine.  I'm damping down
that particular thought as it would be too overpowering for him to consider
a lifetime pledge on this short a socketing.  We do fit together like a
three prong plug into its appropriate socket!  Positive connection to
transmit all three phases for life!

Quietly my David looks up and tells me he has "heard" all my thoughts as I
had them, even my "hidden" ones that I feared would overwhelm him.  A
totally content, mature, self assured look on his face, he says,

"No, Bob, it does not scare me to realize that we have found each other, so
unique a meeting and future union that we cannot, we MUST not ever shy away
from it, minimize it, or hide it from each other.  Yes!!  Yes, I am totally
and completely in love with you -- forever!  Ready when we can publicly
proclaim it, but in the meantime draw strength from each other to provide
armor against the slings and arrows of outraged unfortunates, those whose
love is a pale, paltry, pasty, part time piece of the marvelous, God-given
love that we share!  I just wish with all my heart, mind, soul and body
that we could commit and consummate our love tonight!  Yeah, especially
with my body, though for some damned strange reason, I am NOT hard, not
ready to ravage you savagely or tenderly.  I think I just discovered the
pure core at the center of our love!  Do you -----?"

"Oh, YES, my love, my David!  You said it all so perfectly, as I felt and
heard every word as you thought each one, before you said them!  Yes!  We
can spiritually consummate our love tonight and carry it in our special
place and space that we share; one space within us both as we become ONE
unique individual being!  You DO feel us melting, melding, fusing together,
don't you?!?!?"

He smiles his answer, shouting his total awareness, love and acceptance of
our becoming one -- all without a single vocal or verbal sound.  I "hear"
all his exultations and exclamations and let go of my last feelings of
being just me, alone, often scared and alone.  NEVER again and no longer!
No matter where we are, we will share "our special space" joined within us,
indivisible and impermeable, strong enough to keep us strong, safe and
secure in our total love.

David answers. "Yes!  Our Special Space!  Forever shared, forever strong,
forever, love!"  We've reached my front porch somehow.  Spike was leading
us as we were totally unaware of this physical world, the past ten to
fifteen minutes... The time that changed and transmuted us each!  He flows
into my arms for deep, tender, slow kisses, eyes open to look deep into
each other.. I feel myself start to fall, to lose feeling, to lose all
sensations except awareness of David's eyes which appear brighter, larger,
closer, until I'm falling, falling ---

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