Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2012 17:20:01 -0600
From: s a <midwest12cs@gmail.com>
Subject: Camp Green, Part 2

Warning: This story contains homosexuality and profanity.  I am the sole
creator of this work.  Please feel free to contact me at the above email.

Camp GREEN, Part Two

By Jaden Glover


     The next morning, I studied Charles to see if anything was different.
However, he was his normal, cute self.  "How did you sleep last night?" I
asked at one point.

     "I don't know, I'm kind of tired today," he said nonchalantly.

     Like him, most of my group was good till the end.  The others,
however, were completely rotten by that time.  Some of them whined
endlessly, while others goofed off nonstop.  I, too, was ready to go home,
although I was going to miss the hell out of Charles and a few others.

     The bad kids only got worse at night.  "Come on, guys, don't make me
go get someone again," I threatened, ten minutes after lights out.

     "Fucking pussy," one of the city kids mocked, not giving a shit
anymore.

     "You guys are being jerks," Charles told them.

     "Who said that?  The faggot with the big teeth?" he continued.

     Soon it turned into a bunch of name calling, which inevitably led to
Brandon grumbling a racial slur.  Resultantly, one of the city kids
exploded into tears and bolted out of his bed.  He sounded as hurt as he
was pissed, and the other was near there.  "Who the fuck said that?" he
yelled at the top of his lungs.

     I was afraid the other cabins would hear, but they sounded noisy
themselves.

     "I think someone said they had a chigger on them," a town kid said
naively, as the others giggled.

     Needless to say, that only made things worse.

     After cowering a bit, Brandon finally jumped out of his bed.  "I said
it.  What the fuck are you going to do about it?" he spewed.

     Brandon was a lot bigger than them, so both of them were going to tag
team him.  In fact, they were so pissed they probably would've given him
the beat down of his short life.  Within seconds, everyone was out of their
beds, and I was trying to separate the three of them, as another kid helped
me.

     Just then, I heard a teacher scolding another cabin.  "They're going
to come here next, so you guys better chill out," I warned them.

     However, the city kids were too hurt and pissed for that, so the
teacher soon burst in.  "What is going on tonight?" he yelled.

     One of the city kids was still in tears.  "He's a racist," he yelled,
jutting his finger in the air at Brandon.

     The three of them then started arguing.  "Quiet!" the teacher managed
to yell above them.  Everyone shut up.  "The three of you outside with me,
the rest of you in bed now and shut up!" he barked, like a drill sergeant.

     Everyone scrambled to their beds, while the four of them disappeared
outside.  We could then hear the teacher giving them a thorough ass
ripping.

     Five minutes later, the three of them returned.  Brandon was sobbing
and sniveling like a little girl, and didn't stop for a few minutes.

     Then silence fell over the room, and we all soon nodded off.

     I woke up in the middle of the night.  I really wasn't that horny,
especially after all the drama.  However, I knew I'd probably never see
Charles again.  That soon got me thinking.  Not only was this my only
opportunity, but I knew I wouldn't have anything to worry about after
today.  Once again, Freddy was awake.

     I waited for a few more minutes, mostly to work myself up to it.  I
knew this would be a perfect time, especially since everyone was dead
asleep.  Fortunately, the drama from earlier must have drained them.

     I crept over to Charles' bed, where he was on his side, facing out.
Like last time, I unzipped his bag as quietly as I could.  Then I lifted
the top cover up to peer inside.  He was wearing his usual sweatpants and a
matching sweatshirt.

     Emboldened, I let go of the cover, slipped my hand inside, and pulled
his pants down off one side.  Then my hand glided across his hip and down
his nice bubble butt.  I could now tell he was wearing regular briefs.

     My hand ended up in his clothed crack.  At that moment, I so wanted to
reach inside and feel his inevitably tight hole.  However, he mumbled
something and rolled over on his back.  I stared at his face for any signs
of wakefulness, and it finally came as a murmur and smirk.

     I lifted the cover again.  He had a tiny tent in his undies.  At the
tip of his teepee was a hard wet spot.  In the moonlight, his wet spot
looked like a slight smudge.

     I reached inside the bag and touched his bulge.  He uttered an "ah" in
pleasure.  I then touched the wet spot and added pressure.  To my
amazement, the harder I pinched the wetter the fabric got.  He sure was a
leaky boy!

     I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed his brief band and yanked his
undies back, exposing his mushroom head.  It was beautiful.  In the light,
it was a pale pinkish purple, and was glistening in precum.  I could also
see an inch of his skinny shaft.  Just then, a whiff of sweetly sour sweat
struck my nostrils.  That scent only made me hornier.

     Immediately, I felt his cock hole, which was still oozing.  For a
second, I pulled my finger away, as a string of precum went with it.

     Desperately, I wanted to get a quick taste of him, and I knew it was
now or never.  Therefore, I maneuvered my head into his bag and my lips
over his cock.  His cock head felt like a tiny, smooth ball, which was
loose in my mouth.  Suddenly, he began writhing and grabbing my head, as he
moaned quietly.  His cock then started to twitch like crazy, and his head
bulged and throbbed.  I couldn't believe it!  I was about to take this
virgin boy's load.

     Then it happened.  Initially, his cum oozed into my mouth, and then it
started to spurt.  It shot three or four times, swiftly.  They were big but
watery loads, and tasted as sweet and fruity as he smelled.  By that point,
he was moaning so loud, I yanked up his clothes and darted to my bed.  I
then dove into it, literally.

    I just lied there still, as he stirred and became quiet.  A couple of
other beds also creaked, but that was it.  Knowing I was now in the clear,
I swallowed his load.

    I couldn't believe what had happened.  I also couldn't believe how fast
and hard my heart was beating.  I was a nervous wreck that whole time, and
I didn't even realize it.

     Eventually, I fell asleep an hour later and probably only slept for
two.

     That next day, Charles once again acted like nothing had happened.  He
even said he had hoped to see me again.  Discreetly, I leaned over to him,
touched his cheek, and whispered, "I'm going to miss you."

     "Me too," he whimpered, with his head down.

     I have two other vivid memories of that day.  One of them was when we
were stopped at a rest area.  There was an autistic kid with us, who was
wandering outside the restrooms.  He was confused about something, so
Charles went over to help him.  I thought that was one of the sweetest
things I had seen all week.  Afterwards, Charles and I looked at each
other, and we both smiled.  However, there was a slight sorrow in his eyes,
making that moment bittersweet.

     The other memory took place on the bus, two hours away from home.
Unlike the quiet trip there, this one was noisy.  After a while, the
teachers got tired of it, and had everyone shut up for the rest of the
trip.  A few times, Charles and I looked at one another, and we smiled at
each other twice.  During the second exchange, I saw the sparkle in his
eyes for one last time.  At that moment, he looked as happy as he normally
did.

     Unfortunately, I started to feel the shits coming on, so that marred
our perfect ending.  When we got home, I grabbed my luggage and bolted
away, never saying goodbye to him.  I've always somewhat regretted that.

     A few months later, I graduated from high school.  As I said in my
Pleasuring Kai story, I stayed near my hometown for the next three years.
I worked two shitty jobs out in the country and went to an equally shitty
college.  My primary job was a mom and pop's burger joint, called Rooster
Rudy's.

     For those three years, I thought about Charles intermittently.
Honestly, I was still pretty crazy about him.  I think that was mostly from
my loneliness, which was due to being gay in a small town.  However, I had
always wanted to talk to him again, even if it was briefly.

     During my time at Rooster Rudy's, I only saw Charles a few times.
Most of those times were when he was in his brother's SUV in the drive
thru.  I worked in the back on the grill, but I would sometimes go to the
front to catch a glimpse of him.  Unfortunately, I could never see him that
good, and he never noticed me.

     On two occasions, however, he came inside, as his brother waited for
their food in the drive thru.  This was closer to the end of the three
years.  He had come in briefly to talk to the young, cashier girl.  For the
first time in years, I saw him up close.  He looked like a different
person.  He was tall and husky, even a little muscular.  Also, his smile
and teeth weren't as big anymore, and his spark seemed to be gone.  At the
time, he had spiky, bleached hair.  Nevertheless, he still dressed similar,
especially the polos.

     With my heart racing, I walked to the front to get a drink.  "Hey, how
are you?" I asked, a few feet from him.

     For a few seconds, he just glanced at me with a quizzical look.  Then
he continued to talk to the girl.  I couldn't believe he had forgotten
about me.  Of course, a part of me was saddened.  However, another part of
me was relieved because now I knew he wasn't haunted by the experience.  I
had truly gotten away with it.

     The second time I saw him, I made no effort to make contact.  He was a
forgone thing by that time, and within a few months, I would meet another
new obsession.  Of course, that obsession would be named Kai.

     Nevertheless, I've glanced at his Myspace and Facebook pages
throughout the years, only out of curiosity.  Unfortunately, he hasn't aged
well.  After a decade, his face got pitted and leathery, and his hair thin
and drab.  With each passing year, he also gets fatter.  Worse yet, he has
turned into a T-shirt and jeans kind of guy, and looks like a total couch
potato, although he has an impressive career and education history.  Maybe
he just doesn't take good pictures.

     Online, his status has always remained single and straight.  Judging
from the girls on his pages, his type seems to be busty, tattooed bimbos,
with the occasional hippie liberal or biker babe thrown in the mix.
Nevertheless, I hope he has found "the one" and is truly happy now.

     In the end, I no longer love him.  I've also mostly forgotten about
him.  However, I'll still never forget the way he tasted that night.


THE END