Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:35:15 -0700
From: Kevin <kevroc543210@att.net>
Subject: Salvation of a Boylover, Part 2

THE SALVATION OF A BOYLOVER
Part 2

This story may contain material of a homosexual, and more specifically a
man-boy nature.  If you are under 18 you are supposed to exit this story
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All that being said, read on.


The truly beautiful thing about boys is that they are, indeed, beautiful.

Still, despite how wonderful my neighbor Tommy was, I yet found myself
lamenting over what I considered the fact of his eventual departure from my
life.

It made it hard to whole-heartedly leap into the canoe that Tommy was
apparently rowing furiously down the river, so to speak.

I'd thought about the previous night when he came over and had pizza and
watched a movie.  Well, part of a movie...

I'd also supposed that for every ying, there was a yang in the world.  By
that I mean, it's a world of pairs, opposites, and the like.  There's good,
and bad.  Bright, and dim.  Light, and dark.  Old, and young.  So, it would
only make sense that if there were Boylovers out there yearning for a boy,
there would be boys out there yearning for a Boylover.

It made sense, but even I had to admit it was a fairly acute concept.

Yet, here was Tommy.

He'd not only researched on the 'net what a Boylover was (he'd even read
stories on Nifty under "Gay / Adult-Youth"!), he knew I was gay and had
really liked (loved) a boy before.  Further, he'd been hanging around me,
w-a-i-t-i-n-g for me to say something forward to him!

And, when I hadn't, he decided to.

Which led to last night.

The boy was not only forward, but had pretty much engineered being able to
fool around with me.  Yeah, it was basically only jacking off, but it
definitely wasn't what I expected when I sat down to eat pizza and watch
Star Wars!

It was hard not to picture his face in ecstasy as he pumped his penis
against mine, and came.

There is nothing, n-o-t-h-i-n-g, quite like watching the face of a boy
cumming, especially if you've had a part in it.

Tommy was already a very cute boy, but when he squinched his eyes shut and
pursed his lips and could barely utter "Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!" breathlessly, it
was no wonder I came instantly.

I had to shake myself alert, lol.

That'd been Wednesday, and today was still a work day for me whether Tommy
had it off from school or not.

I was most definitely looking forward to camping this weekend, though, on a
change of subject.  It wasn't roughing it, but was a campground about an
hour away from downtown with hiking trails, lakes to boat, swim, and fish
in, game rooms, pools, and usually lots of boys.

There was even a public shower area!

My usual routine was to go up there on Friday midday, get all the supplies
in order, unpack, kick back with a few beers and watch a movie or two. Then
I'd get up early Saturday morning and get in a good hike before I ate
breakfast.

It would be great!  It was the end of summer, and the campground was in the
lower mountains, so it would be warm during the day and cool at night.
Perfect!

That helped the work day go by easier!

One more day until Friday, and I was taking off early Friday to get a jump
on traffic and get to the campground and checked in before dinner.

Darn, it was still Thursday...! Well, no matter.

I hit the gym on the way home, and then a nice warm shower once home.

I was just getting ready for dinner and a knock at my front door turned out
to be Tommy.

"Hiya," he said, "whatcha doing?"

"Not too much, just getting some dinner here shortly.  Did you already eat
or would you like to be invited for some eats?" I asked.

"Aw, thanks, but my grandma's already got something on the stove and
expecting me to be there," he sighed.

"Okie dokie," I replied.

Tommy seemed to have something on his mind, and I hadn't become accustomed
enough to his demeanor to know whether or not to ask.

So, deciding to hopefully increase our communicative abilities between each
other, I approached his silence as unobtrusively as I could.

"So, how's your day, buds?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Ok I guess.  Kinda boring with no one to talk to or play
with.  I talked to a couple friends on the 'net, but they were either busy
or bored and didn't talk long.  So, yeah..."

"Wow, sorry," I agreed, "that kinda sucks.  No fun games to play, like ones
where you play the same game with other guys playing the other characters?"

"Nah.  I did that yesterday," he said shortly.

I laughed shortly, then spoke.

"So, what's up, buds?  Ya seem a little quiet.  Well, comparatively, at
least," I chuckled.

Tommy chuckled back, but it was more like he was matching my voice tone
than actually chuckling.

"I don't know..." he said, shrugging again, sorta looking down...

"Um," I chuckled back, "yeah ya do," and I just stood there smiling at him,
more or less inviting him to talk.

He finally burst out laughing a bit, and then went quiet, but it was
apparent that I'd broken up the seriousness a bit.

"I..." he stammered, and trailed off.

"You what?" I asked gently.

"I just wanted to go with you camping," and he looked down and genuinely
shuffled his feet a bit.

I got all serious on Tommy and said, "Hmm, I don't know..."

He looked at me with a worried face, so I couldn't drag this out too much.

"Yeah, it's a pretty serious thing you're asking here.  I mean, there's
going to be hiking, swimming, BBQ-ing, games, fishing, probably movies,
laughing, giggling, good times, all for the better part of three whole
days," I smiled a little, not looking directly at him.

You could see the levels of change in his face as he realized he'd been
duped, teased, then invited.

"You...!" he tried to begin, but I cut in slightly.

"Yeah, it's going to be a very fun-filled weekend.  Dunno.  Pretty
demanding for anyone who wants to attend.  I mean, if you r-e-a-l-l-y
wanted to go, you'd have to get your grandma's ok, pack, and be ready by 11
tomorrow morning.  AND be prepared to laugh and have fun for the whole
weekend."

If anything, I was a bit embarassed at myself for not realizing that this
kid who'd become a buddy would like to get the heck out of his grandma's
apartment for a few days, much less go camping, fishing, hiking, and
swimming.

Tommy smiled at me, shaking his head.

"You're bad," he laughed.  "You really had me on that one.  Bad.  Bad bad
bad bad bad," he shook his finger at me.

"Does that mean you'll go?" I said with false surprise on my face.

He nodded, "Yeah.  If you really don't mind."

I sighed slightly, then answered with the truth.

"Tommy, of course you can go.  I'm actually menatally beating myself up for
not realizing you'd have almost nothing to do if I went without you.
Sorry."

He smiled, "It's ok.  It was just an idea I had.  And it's not like you
have to invite me somewhere.  Sorry.  I just...well, yeah I guess I knew
I'd have nothing to do and plus it sounded like fun."

I put my arms out.

And Tommy stepped in and gave me a hug back, his head sideways against my
chest, eyes closed.

"Thanks," he said.

"Yup," I returned.  "And thanks to you too."

"For what?" he asked.

"Well, for making sure I kept track of how you were feeling, too.  I wasn't
trying to be mean or ignore you.  I just haven't had anyone else but me
to...think about for a while, so I'm pretty used to doing stuff on my own
and by myself."

He looked at me kinda funny, but smiled his Tommy smile.

"What?" I said, softly.

"Um, later," he smiled back.

"Promise?"

"Yeah," he smiled bigger, "promise."

"Alright then, I guess first order of business is for you to have your
grandma come over to talk to me or ask if it's ok I come talk to her about
your being invited to go camping," I suggested.

"Oh yeah, right.  Grandma.  Ok, I'll be right back, ok?" he hurried around
the kithen a bit and then flew out my front door.

It wasn't three minutes later and Tommy knocked at my door.

"Hi," he said, grandma in tow.  "We're here."

"Please come in, ma'am," I gestured and opened the door wider.

It was all done in less than a minute, with Tommy about to burst from
second number one, onward.

I explained to her that I usually rented a small trailer, there were
several beds in case she wanted to come too, to which she laughed a
grandma's laugh and said heavens no, that was for kids and young adults,
and go ahead and have fun.

She was still laughing to herself when she left to go back and continue
cooking dinner.

Tommy stayed for a minute and when the door closed he leaped into the air.

"Yes!" he yelped, finishing up by jumping up and down and clapping his
hands together happily, smiling all the while.

He stepped in for a second time within ten minutes for a hug, but this time
he pelted my chest with kisses.

"Thank you / thank you / thank you / thank you / thank you," he said
between each.

Then he jumped up, wrapping his legs around me and smiling at me
face-to-face.

His boyhood was pressed against me, erotically squishy and warm.

Mine however, reacted immediately.

"Oh, someone's happy," he chided, smiling, looking down at our mutual groin
areas.

I gave a little Cheshire cat grin.

"Oops, look.  Mine's doing the same thing!" he whispered softly in mock
amazement.

He gave me a BIG Cheshire cat grin, and nodded emphatically.

"Tommy," I cautioned, "we don't have time.  Your grandmother's cooking
dinner and mine's about to go up in smoke."

He gave me a big PLEASE look, but I shook my head.

"Ok, then," he shook his finger at me again.  "To be continued."

I laughed, "Ok."

"...and" he continued, "NO making it happen on your own.  To be continued,"
he reiterated, still shaking his finger.

"Ok, ok," I agreed.  "You either then," I admonished, using my finger wag,
too.

"Ok, agreed," he said, and he loosened his legs and jumped down, gave me
another big hug, and raced out the door to dinner with grandma.

Needless to say, I had to really re-orient my thinking to continue cooking
dinner, much less eating it.

Damn!

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