Date: Mon, 18 Jan 1999 04:29:07 EST
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: Summer Heat

	I got tired of this routine.  Day in, day out, it was the same.
I'm not a real white shirt and tie person, but the security firm I was with
was paying me good money.  Especially with my military background, having
been a Navy Seal once.  Sure they let me loose every now and then, but it
wasn't the same.  The top brass in the Navy had found out about my other
"activities" when I went into other countries on assignments.  They found
out I liked to have sex with boys there.
	I am a boylover.
	I had been a boylover as far as I can remember.  I discovered gay
sex at 12, and did it with quite a few boys my age till I got out of high
school.  My family was so dysfunctional, they didn't care about me at all.
So it was natural for me to go into the Navy right out of high school.  I
loved the Navy life, taking full advantage of all it had to offer me.  I
jumped at the opportunity to join the Navy Seal teams, and I never
regretted that.  I left the Navy at thirty, having "retired".  I went to
work at a security company almost immediately.  They liked me and I got all
the assignments I could handle.  But now, four years later, things had
changed and the new bosses were changing things left and right.  I didn't
like the people I was working with.  They were the crew I wasn't used to
working with.  The people I had worked with knew me well to let me do the
job in my own way.  I always got results, too.  I was getting that itch to
move on.  Flipping through the Sunday paper, I stumbled across an ad for
camp counselors up in the Big Bear, Ca. area.  I thought I'd give it a
shot.  Weeks later, I had gotten the job and was well on my way there.  The
place was a camp for boys.  Camp Green Pines.  Sounded like fun already.

	I ended moving up here completely when I discovered they had a year
round program.  The other reason was that the place was beautiful.  It
seemed to speak volumes to me.  They gave me my own private cabin to have
when I wasn't doing a cabin for a week.  One of the first things I did was
to go and buy a gun safe and mount it to the cabin floor.  I managed to
keep some of my Seal toys, and usually carried one gun all the time.  Hey,
I forgot to introduce myself.  Name's Tom.  Tom Jeffers.  I'm an average
white guy, standing six foot, brown hair cut real short, green eyes, and
built like a body builder.  Another thing I did was to set up my own workout
gear.  The camp people gave me permission to set up one, so I poured me
a cement slab 16 by 16, threw a big pile of weight plates, benches, and
bars on it and got back to my physical training routine.  Every morning,
rain or shine, about six in the morning, I'd go to the outside weight pile
at the Seal base and lift.  All I ever wore was shoes and a pair of shorts.
The other Seals thought I was nuts.  When winter came around, they started
taking bets as to when I'd go to the indoor one.  Nobody ever won, because
I kept up the training.  As a result, I'm a very strong person.  The first
morning I started lifting, the whole camp gaped as the watched me sweat
through my routine.  They had never seen anyone like me.  The boys watched
me, and I saw a few of them really stare at me.  I loved the attention.  I
looked to see what kind of weight lifting facilities they had, and it
wasn't much of one.  Just a few weight plates, one bench, and a scant few
dumbbells.  The equipment looked way too old.
	"Jack," I said to the camp director while watching boys try to work
out, "I'm going to replace all this gear.  Won't cost you a cent, either.
Then I'll supervise them all and teach them the right way to lift."
	The gray haired man nodded.  "I've been after the owners to do that
for ages.  There's quite a bit of things that need to be fixed around here
as well."
	"I can do it all, just need to do a survey and see what needs to be
done," I said.
	Jack nodded.  "You can't ask the campers for help.  Insurance won't
allow it."
	"Okay, no problem.  But if they volunteer, then what?" I asked.
	"That's a different story then.  I can't stop them from helping
you," Jack said.
	I got busy.  The list grew as I walked through the place.  Word got
around, and quite a few boys volunteered to help.  I felt good about being
here, and making a difference.  It took about two, three weeks of work to
make the place better.  The people who owned the camp were a bit upset,
until I told them that I had paid for everything.  They all thanked me, and
we agreed on a pay back schedule.  That was the least of my worries.  The
camp looked a whole lot better.  True to my word, I bought a good weight
set and got it set up.  I taught quite a few boys how to use them properly.
Everything was going well until young Peter Trimarchi walked into my life.

	He arrived in late June, the limousine dropping him off at the
office.  He had arrived just before the next group of two week campers
arrived.  Those who were staying the entire summer watched as the boy
climbed out of the car.  He turned around to look at everything, and that's
when I got my first look at him.  He was Italian, very tanned skin, black
hair cut short, beautiful hazel eyes.  I felt my heart flip flop at the
sight.  God, he was cute!  I forced myself to walk over.
	"Hi, my name is Tom," I said, introducing myself.
	The boy smiled slightly.  "I'm Peter Trimarchi.  Glad to meet you,
Tom."
	He shook hands with me, and I could tell his heart wasn't into it.
I picked up his duffel bag and led him to my cabin.  He was the first of my
cabin group to arrive.  I showed him where he could sleep and stash his
duffel.  He looked around the newly painted cabin.
	"This looks kinda nice," he commented.
	"Should have seen it before I repainted and fixed it up," I said.
	"That bad?" he asked.
	"Yeah.  Didn't exactly make a big impression on me," I said.  "But
now it looks better."
	"That's cool," he said.  "Am I the first here?"
	"For this cabin?  Yes.  After you settle in and change, I'll show
you around if you like," I said.
	"Sure, that would be cool," he said.
	I went out and sat on the steps and listened to the birds calling.
I had relaxed considerably since coming here, and I was feeling so much
better about myself.  I heard a noise behind me.  Turning, I saw Peter in
shorts an d a t-shirt.  He looked much better in that.
	"Hey, you look so much more relaxed in that," I complemented.
	"Really?" Peter grinned.
	"Yup. A Navy Seal never lies," I said.
	"You were in the Navy?" Peter asked.
	"Was.  Retired now," I said.
	"That's way cool," Peter smiled.  "Is the tour still on?"
	I stood up.  "Absolutely."
	I let the way down to the horse barns, and started the tour there.
By the end of the tour, I knew all about Peter and Peter knew about me,
except for the fact I was a boylover.  Peter lived in a very exclusive
community, going to a very upscale academy.  His parents were always busy,
never taking time out for him.  The only times he saw them were on weekends
and special events.  Other than that, his only world was the Radford
Academy.  I felt sorry for the boy, and decided to try and make this a
special summer for him.  The thirteen year old was happy to be with me, and
it occurred to me that perhaps I was the only adult who really paid any
attention to him at all.  This was just the beginning for the both of us.

	He sat next to me at dinner, talking about some of the things that
he knew about riding horses.  He wanted to try the other things here at
camp, and I wasn't going to disappoint him.  He seemed bright and
articulate.  His face was fair and beautiful.  I wondered about the rest of
his body.  Peter enjoyed the evening's entertainment at the campfire, and I
did, too.  Watching him laughing and having a good time raised my spirits.
I was sure he would respond well to my wanting to be his friend, and if
fate was kind, his lover.  We walked back to the cabin afterwards.
	"So, how did you like your first day?" I asked, opening my sleeping
bag on a bed next to his.
	"It was fun.  I thought this place would be boring like all the
other places I've gone to.  They didn't let you do much of anything, it all
was done for you.  I liked the idea of doing things for myself," Peter
said.
	"Good.  I'm glad you like it here already," I said, proceeding to
strip down.
	Peter's eyes got big when he saw me.  I was a real teddy bear,
plenty of hair everywhere.  He even noticed my seven inches relaxing.  I
liked sleeping nude.  It's more relaxing for me.  Peter turned away and
looked at his pajamas that he had packed.  I didn't say anything, what he
did was to be his own decision.  I wasn't going to push him into anything.
Peter obviously made up his mind.  He pushed the pajamas back into the
duffel.  He got into his sleeping bag with just his green briefs on.  that
was his choice, and I respected that.  I listened to him sigh and settle
down.
	"Good night Peter," I said.
	"Good night Tom," he replied, then settled down.
	Soon his even breathing told me he was asleep.  I closed my eyes
and replayed the image of his body while he stripped down.  He was tanned
like his face was, smooth, no hair yet under his arms.  His nipples were a
bit darker in color, a bit flat, about the size of quarters.  He had a real
beautiful smile.  I sighed.  I reached for my very hard seven inches, and
barely touched it.  It shot off, making me feel so good.  I dreamed of
Peter in my arms, being happy.  The alarm clock rudely interrupted my
dream.  I rolled out of the sleeping bag and checked on him.  He was
starting to wake up.
	"Is it morning already?" he asked.
	"It's six in the morning.  I'm going to go and work out on my
weight set.  I'll be back later," I said.
	"Can I watch?" Peter sat up.
	I thought a moment.  "Sure."
	Peter followed me once he and I dressed.  I started my usual
routine, working through each exercise with my usual eagerness.  Peter
helped by chanting the number of reps.  With that kind of support, I was
encouraged to really work out.  After I finished, I did a little pose
routine for him.  Judging by the bulge in his shorts, Peter was turned on.
He realized it and attempted to hide it.
	"It's okay.  A little excitement never hurt anybody," I said,
smiling.
	Peter grinned, relief on his face.  "I thought you would think I
was weird."
	"Now why would I think that?  You are just starting to discover
yourself," I said.
	Peter looked at me funny.  "But don't you think that it's wrong for
guys to like guys?"
	I sat down next to Peter.  "No, I don't.  There's nothing wrong
with that."
	"Do you....like....looking at me?" Peter asked, getting
embarrassed.
	I was quiet for a moment.  He had noticed me staring at him.  I
decided to be honest.
	"Yes I do, Peter.  You are a very good looking young man," I said,
feeling nervous.
	Peter smiled.  "I think that's cool.  I do like looking at other
boys and men.  I was hoping to meet someone here this summer."
	I felt relief go through me.  This was turning out better than I
had anticipated.
	"I'm gay, Tom.  Have been since I turned ten.  I used to play with
my next door friend, till he moved away.  Now I'm alone, and have nobody to
talk to." Peter said, his voice cracking.
	I reached over and hugged him close to me.  I could feel his tears
run down my chest.  I decided right then that he would lead the
relationship, and if he asked questions, try to teach him things the best I
could.  Including how to be a responsible lover.  I held him for a bit
until he stopped crying.
	"Feel better?" I asked.
	"A little," he whispered.
	"Good.  How about a shower to clean up with?" I suggested.
	Peter nodded agreement, so I led him back to the cabin.  I
retrieved my shave gear and a change of clothes.  Peter grabbed his own
gear and he followed me to the showers.  It was about seven now, the camp
wouldn't be up for another hour at least.  I pulled my shorts off and
turned the shower on.  The hot water started running, and I set my razor
and can of shave cream on the soap holder.  I turned to see him in his
underwear still.
	"I'm.....small," he said, red faced.
	"Not for long.  You are just beginning to grow up.  It will get
bigger with time," I said.
	"Look," he said, pulling down his briefs.
	I did.  The four inch uncircumcised cock hung soft, surrounded by
tiny downy hairs beginning to grow.  I put my hand under his chin and
tilted his head back until he was looking at me.
	"Peter, it's perfect for you." I smiled.
	"Really?" he asked.
	"Hell yes.  Don't worry about it," I said.
	He stood up straighter and smiled.  No doubt I had taken a load off
his young shoulders.  I really wish boys would stop worrying about the size
of their cocks.  I patted Peter on the shoulder.  His cock began to grow
and become erect.
	"Well, seems little Peter likes to be talked about," I commented.
	Peter laughed, the sound of his voice ringing in the shower room.
I laughed too.
	"Yours is standing out too," he pointed.
	I looked, and sure enough, it was.  I smiled and reached down and
pulled on it for a moment.  I got under the water and washed my face off.
I proceeded to shave while Peter watched.
	"You'll be old enough someday to do this," I said.
	"Cool!  I can't wait," he said.
	I smiled again, then rinsed off my face.  Reaching for the shampoo,
I started washing Peter.  His hair felt smooth as silk.  I finished with
his hair, then started in on his body.  Peter relaxed and let me wash him.
I hadn't done this in a long while, it was a treat for me.  I could feel
the beginnings of muscle in his arms and chest.  His smooth tummy felt so
nice.  I left his cock alone for last.  I wanted to try something to see
how he would react.  I soaped up his fine, firm behind.  He wasn't a real
bubble butt boy, but they were so nice to touch and handle.  Now I moved up
behind him, taking his hairless balls in my right had, leaving my left on
his ass.  I caressed the boy's balls, making him moan.  He closed his eyes
and leaned against me.  I took his young cock into my hand and slowly
started to jack him off.
	"Ohhh!" he exclaimed.
	I worked the index finger on my left hand up to his rectal rose,
then very slowly, wiggled it in.  The response was immediate.
	"Wow!" he breathed.  "That feels good back there!"
	I was surprised to find he was a bit loose back there.  I pushed
more of my finger in back there as I jacked him off faster.  Finally my
finger was completely in, and I massaged his maturing prostate and jacked
him off fast, squeezing it a bit tight.  The results were spectacular.  He
slammed himself against me, let out a cry, then ejaculated all over the
walls.  His young sperm shot out of his cock four times, then he settled
down after shivering.  I withdrew my finger and knelt on the floor with the
limp boy in my arms.  I rinsed him off, then washed myself.  I carried him
back to our cabin and got inside just as the first camper came into view.
I sighed with relief.  We were safe.

	Peter slept for about an hour.  I had gone up to breakfast and ate.
I had met with the staff and was informed of a few things, including
information on a crazy bear who was supposedly heading this way.  I debated
whether or not to set lethal traps, but decided against it.  Too much could
go wrong.  I brought food back to the cabin for Peter.  He was awake when I
walked in.
	"Hey," he said, looking at me.
	"Hay is for horses," I cracked.  Peter laughed, enjoying the old
joke.  "Is that food?"
	"Yup.  Figured you would be hungry," I said, sitting on his bed.  I
fed him breakfast in bed.  He enjoyed it as much I enjoyed feeding him.  He
pushed the covers off, got up on his knees, and leaned forward and kissed
me.  His lips felt warm and soft against mine.
	"That's nice," I muttered while we kissed.
	"Good.  I was hoping you liked that," he said, eyes shinning with
happiness.
	I grinned back, then took the naked boy in my arms and showed him
good ways to kiss, including frenching.  That he liked the most.
	"Will you teach me?" he asked shyly.
	I looked into his pleading eyes.  "Yes, Peter, I will teach you how
to be a good lover."
	He hugged me again as we kissed.  I was feeling good and happy
again.  He got out of bed and I dressed him in his briefs, shorts, and
shirt, then we went out on the grounds.  It had turned out to be a
beautiful day.  The rest of the campers weren't due till tomorrow, so we
had time to ourselves.  I was to be teaching sailing for the next two
weeks, so Peter and I went down to the lakeside.  I needed to check out all
the sailboats and canoes to make sure they were in good shape.
	"Can you swim good?" I asked.
	"Yes.  I have a swimming pool at home.  I swim alot," he replied.
	"Good.  One less worry," I said.
	"What about you?" Peter asked.
	"All Navy Seals are taught how to swim and dive," I said.
	I started the boats check, and was pleasantly surprised to see a
diver's rig stowed in the boathouse.  I pulled it out and checked it over.
The gear looked to be in good shape.  I decided to go for a dive later and
check the gear out.  The Navy of course gave me the retiree benefits,
including the ability to maintain my dive certification by allowing me to
dive annually at the base I had left.  That made me happy.  A thought
struck me.  I wondered if my military certificate would be good enough to
teach scuba diving here?  It was worth checking out.
	"Tom!" Peter was tugging on my shirt.
	"Huh?" I said, snapping to.  I looked up to see Jack standing
there.
	"I should have known better to look here first," he laughed.
	"Once a Seal, always a Seal," I grinned.
	"See you found the dive gear," he said.
	"Yeah.  When was the last time this was used?" I asked.
	"Can't remember," Jack admitted.
	"Okay, then.  This gets broken down completely for a check and
servicing," I said.
	"You know how to do that stuff?" Jack asked.
	I just smiled.
	The old man sighed.  "I forgot.  You were trained in this stuff."
	"Sure was.  Even have my dive cert from the Navy," I said.  "I want
to find out if it's good enough to let me teach scuba here and maintain
dive tanks and an air machine."
	"I'll look into it.  What kind of shape are the boats in?" Jack
asked.
	"Real good.  Just needs hosing down and cleaning," I said.
	"Good.  Then we're set then," Jack grinned.
	"Yes sir," I saluted.
	We heard Jack laugh all the way up the trail.  Peter walked over
and put his arms around me.  He had been changed by what had taken place in
the shower that morning.  I leaned down and kissed him on the top of his
head.  He sighed, hugging a bit tighter.  He broke the hug and looked up at
me.  I fell in love with him again, just looking at him.  We went outside,
Peter leading the way.  I watched him take his clothes off before me.
	"Let's swim," he suggested.
	Moments later I had stripped and we were in the water.  The cool
lake water felt good on my naked body.  Last time I had done this was at
the Navy base two days before they retired me.  This felt good to me, it
was like wrapping myself in a favorite blanket when I was a little kid.
Peter swam up to me, rubbing his naked body against mine.  I could feel his
cock get hard against my stomach.  I felt mine get hard.  Peter wrapped his
hand around my cock and began masturbating me while we kissed.  The
feelings rose up inside of me as he continued to jack me off, his smooth
palm moving against my cock shaft.  Our tongues chased each other's in each
other's mouths.  I felt my peak coming.
	"Peter....I'm gonna....cum," I whispered.
	Peter jacked me off faster, squeezing my cock harder.  I felt my
cock jerk once, then felt my cum running through the shaft and explode out.
My sperm floated to the top of the water as we kissed some more.  I sighed,
feeling very good once I stopped ejaculating.
	"Peter, that was so nice," I whispered.
	He smiled and kissed me.  "Glad you liked it."
	I walked out of the water until my head was a bit above the dock.
I lifted Peter on the dock and laid him down on his back.  My fingers
caressed his thighs and down to his balls.  Peter closed his eyes and
relaxed.  I licked his hard cock, and he shivered and gasped.  I grinned.
He was going to like this.  I took his uncircumcised hard four inches and
began sucking him off.  Peter writhed and moaned as I gave him head.  Again
I slipped my finger into his ass and gently caressed his prostate.  He went
rigid, shivering as he cried out and came in my mouth, a couple shots of
sweet boy cream.  He writhed as I caressed his prostate and played with his
hard nipples.  Peter truly got off on the experience. I smiled.  Peter
would be a joy to love and teach.

	I let him sleep in the sun for a bit while I worked on the boats,
washing them down and doing minor repairs.  I looked over at him from time
to time, watching that beautiful boy sleeping.  His chest rose and fell
with each breath, and evry now and then, his cock would twitch, or go
erect, then grow soft.  I knew from past experience that boys sometimes had
erections while they slept, particularly if they were having erotic dreams.
I hoped Peter was having good dreams.  I brought out the dive tanks that I
found in there and took them apart.  It was a good thing, too, because the
whole thing was useless.  Reminded me of some of the gear I had to work
with in the Navy.  One particular individual who will go nameless, always
gave me bad gear.  So I always relied on my network of boys and got new
gear from them.  Some of them knew where to go and what to get.  I never
asked, they never said.  Somethings are best left unsaid.  I decided to go
and pay a call on the local dive shop.  If they didn't have what I needed,
I'd go and see some Seal friends and get the gear I liked.  Nice having
friends when you need them.  Having made that decision, I turned to wake up
sleeping beauty.
	"Peter, wake up lover," I whispered into his ear.
	Arms reached up and pulled me down and I felt soft warm lips
against mine.  We kissed for a few moments.  I backed up to see a smiling
face.
	"How do you feel?" I asked.
	"Great!" he exclaimed.
	I laughed at his enthusiasm. "Glad you do.  Now get up, I'm going
to dress you and we are going to go into town.  I want to go to the local
dive shop."
	He stood, and I dressed him.  Going up to the camp, I got the truck
keys from the office and led Peter to the truck.  The cool afternoon air
felt good blowing through the windows as we drove into Big Bear.  The day
was beautiful.  I was glad to have come here.  It was another whole world
here, different from the one I had known.  In a way, I'm kinds glad I left
that life behind.
	"Is that the one?" Peter asked, breaking into my thoughts.
	"Sure is," I replied.
	We pulled in.  Going inside, Peter began checking out the various
things he saw.  I talked to the store manager.  He wasn't very helpful at
all, and the prices he quoted were a bit much for me.  But I left on
friendly terms, knowing that I might have to come back someday.
	"Hey, how about pizza?" I asked Peter.
	"That would be awesome!" he exclaimed.
	Going into a pizza place down the street, I gave Peter a handful of
quarters while I made a phone call.
	"Yo," a familiar voice said moments later.
	"You still getting off on that HK poster?" I asked.
	"Damn, it's you!" the voice erupted into laughter.  "Where ya
hiding these days?"
	"I'm hiding in a summer camp called Green Pines, in Big Bear
country.  Gotta favor to ask, Rhino.  Can you send me those bubbleless
Draegars that the brass had stuffed away someplace?" I asked.
	"Sure can! I can't believe they socked away those perfectly good
dive tanks.  I'll throw the entire package together.  You bought them
anyway, didn't you?" Rhino asked.
	I sure as hell did.  I had forgotten that little fact.
	"How many are there?" I asked, lightbulb suddenly going on.
	"About thirteen of them, including adjustable packages, air
compressor, the whole damn works," he replied cheerfully chortling.
	God I love this.  Just perfect.
	"Here's the address," I said.
	"Screw the address.  Gimme the coordinates, and I'll have the whole
mess dropped to ya by 1800," he growled through the phone.
	"Thanks.  If you ever need a vacation, call me there.  I'll set ya
up," I said.
	"Fuck you very much," he said, then hung up.
	I was in a very good mood when I pulled Peter away from the video
machines to eat.  Peter noticed.
	"What's up?" he asked.
	"Ever heard of Christmas in July, kid?" I asked.
	Peter looked at me puzzled.
	"I'm gonna get a care package dropped to me later," I said,
grinning.  I leaned back and relaxed.  All I needed now was to find out if
my military dive certificates would qualify me to teach scuba.  Suddenly, I
couldn't wait to get back.

	We got back to the camp about ten minutes to six.  I grabbed a few
flares from the truck and went down to the baseball field.  At two minutes
before, I lit the flares and set them in a x, creating a drop zone.
Everyone watched, wondering what was going on.  Right on the stroke of six,
I heard a plane coming.  I checked the sky with binoculars, finally
spotting it.
	"Here it comes, right on schedule!" I announced.
	"What's going on, Tom?" Jack asked.
	"I'll explain everything later, Jack.  Just be patient for now," I
said.
	I counted one, two, three, four specks come off the back ramp of
the Starlifter.  I kept the field clear as the packages and what appeared
to be a person coming in. The packages landed within feet of each other.
The figure executed a perfect landing.  I shook my head and groaned.
	"Well?" the figure snapped.  "Don't ya all be inna hurry to welcome
me."
	I sighed.  "Rhino, what am I gonna do with ya?"
	"For starters, get me outta this and gimme a cold one," he laughed.
	I should explain about Rhino.  His real name is Mark Havershaw, and
he is built like a rhino.  The man is a terror to doors and tangos alike.
Not to mention Marine, Army, and Air Force bars.  I walked over and grabbed
him in a bear hug.  I got him untangled, then he got out of his parachute.
	"Folks, this is an old Navy buddy, named Mark.  His nickname is
Rhino," I introduced him.
	Jack snickered.  "Well, in that case, I better check the insurance
policy about wild rhinos."
	That broke everyone up.  I turned to the crates.  Clearing away the
parachutes, I could see they were stenciled with an Admiral's name. I shook
my head.  Mark struck again.
	"Need help with these crates," I said.
	Boys jumped to help.  Moments later, the crates were opened and
thirteen shiny new dive rigs were laid out.  The other crates were opened
and the contents were checked.  Everything was there.
	"Jack, consider it a donation from the Navy," I said.
	Jack nodded.  He had caught on quick.  It didn't take long to stow
everything in the boating house by the dock.  Rhino joined us in the mess
hall for dinner.  He was quickly becoming very well liked.  At the
evening's campfire, he thrilled the boys with his stories.  Peter gently
tugged on my shirt.  I quickly got the idea.  I followed him into the
darkness, away from the fire.  He stood on the bottom step of the office
and slow kissed me.
	"Let's go to bed," he whispered.
	I picked him up and carried him to our cabin.  I laid him down on
my bed, and stripped his clothes off him.  I stripped down quick, and
slipped into the sleeping bag with him.  He rolled on top of me, quickly
warming me with his adolescent body.  I was in love with this boy, that was
for sure.  We kissed again, starting to feel passion for each other.  I
kissed, licked, sucked, touched, and caressed him all over but his four
inch hard throbbing cock.  He kept whining and pleading, but I wanted to
pleasure him those ways first.  Finally I put that very firm part of him in
my mouth and started sucking.  Peter writhed and bucked, especially after I
slipped my finger into him.  He decided he wanted to suck me off, too. I
felt his warm wet mouth on my seven inches.  He took all he could down his
mouth, and used his hand on the rest.  I slowed my sucking down, wanting to
time our pleasures right.  Damn, he was doing good.  I was getting too
close.  I started sucking hard and fast sensing my approaching orgasm.  I
tickled his prostate at the right time.  We both exploded together,
shooting cum into each other's willing eager mouths.  Peter writhed and
bucked against me, the passion of the moment driving him nuts.  We finally
calmed down.  We kissed, tasting each other's cum in our mouths.
	"Love you," Peter whispered.
	"Love you," I said.

	Something woke me up.  I glanced at the luminous dial of my Navy
dive watch.  It was four in the morning.  I started to move, then realized
Peter wasn't there with me.  I got up quick, pulling shorts on.  I reached
for my shoulder holster rig and put it on.  I checked the .454 Casull I
kept in there.  The gun was one of the most powerful, and deadly.  I had
started wearing it when the reports about the crazy red-faced bear had
started.  Last report had him popping up at a scout camp twenty miles away.
One scout had been injured.  I left the cabin and headed down the walkway.
Looking through a pair of night vision binoculars, I saw something moving
by the mess hall.  It moved, the I was able to see it.
	"Redface!" I gasped.
	It was the crazy bear.  I moved into the shadow and watched it.
The Casull came out of the holster and I flicked the laser sight on and the
night vision part of the scope.  A noise caught my attention.  I swung the
glasses to the left, and saw Peter coming out of the bathroom.  The bear
made a noise, and Peter saw it.  I saw the panic cross his face.  I hoped
he wouldn't make any noise.  He backed into the bathroom, but it was too
late.  Redface saw him.  The bear roared, and charged.  I leaped out of
cover and yelled the same time Peter screamed.  The bear turned my
direction, stopped, and rose to his full height.  He opened his mouth and
roared once more.  Lights were coming on all over the camp.  I ignored
everything and concentrated on the shot.  I fired once, the Casull sounding
like a cannon.  The bear jerked back, and I knew I had hit him.  He dropped
down on all fours and charged me.  I pulled the hammer back, and waited.  I
fired the next shot through his head, right between the eyes.  He went down
like he had tripped over something.  When his head came back in sight, I
fired a third shot right next to the second hole.  This time he went down
for good.
	"Got you covered, Tom!" Rhino yelled.
	I didn't look to see where he was.  I knew.  I moved forward
cautiously, keeping the Casull pointed at the bear's head.  I threw a big
rock at him, then another one.  I got up close, then kicked it twice.
There was nothing left of the back of the bear's head.  Redface was dead.
	"Clear!" I yelled, decocking the Casull and slipping it back into
the holster.  "Peter."
	I ran to the bathroon where I had seen Peter coming out of.  I
found him huddled in the corner under the sink.  I reached for him and he
got into my arms.  The boy was shaking.
	"Peter, it's okay now.  The bear is dead," I said, holding him.
	I felt his body start to relax and he calmed down.  I carried him
out of the bathroom.  The whole camp by this time was standing around the
bear.  Rhino was looking it over.  I walked past everyone with Peter in my
arms and took him down to our cabin.  I laid him back down in the sleeping
bag and massaged his back until he went to sleep.  The forest rangers were
arriving as I walked up.  All the boys were sent back to thier cabins to
dress and to go to mess hall.  Rhino stood as I walked up.
	"Bear was shot with an arrow.  Poison coated point.  Wasn't enough
to kill, but enough to drive him nuts," Rhino said.  The rangers were
furious.  I helped load the bear into their truck and they left after
taking statements from me and Rhino.  Seems he got up the same time I did
and covered my back with his M-16 rifle.  I owed him one for that.  I took
breakfast back to the cabin for Peter.  He was waking up when I walked in.
	"Hey, how do you feel?" I asked him.
	"Better.  I though he was gonna get me," Peter said.
	"Not a chance.  I wouldn't let anything happen to you," I said.
	"You are so cool," Peter grinned.
	"I try," I smiled back.
	"You don't have to try.  You are," Peter said seriously.
	I hugged the boy close to me.  He was just a super kid.  We knew
things would change today, a group of new campers coming in today.  We
would have to figure out a way to get the privacy we needed to carry on our
relationship.  They weren't due in until one.
	"Let's go down to the boathouse and swim," I suggested.
	"Sounds like a good idea," Peter said.
	Walking past the field, I saw Rhino in his climbing gear. I turned
and went over.
	"What gives?" I asked.
	"Got to get back, Tom.  Got the call about an half hour ago.  Give
you the details later," he said.
	I nodded.  "Kick ass for me.  If you see the Admiral, give him this
for me, okay?"
	He took the manila envelope from me.  "Consider it done."
	A Heuey appeared from out of the tree line.  The cable was dropped,
and I secured it to his back hook.  Giving the thumbs up, Rhino was lifted
off the ground.  I gave him the bird as he moved out of sight.
	"He's a good friend, isn't he?" Peter asked.
	"One of the best," I nodded.
	My mind was very much with him, recalling the good times and the
fights.  Never will be days like that again, that's for sure.  I turned and
led Peter down to the boathouse.  Smiling at me, he did a slow strip tease
for me.  I definitely rose to the occasion.  I got naked seconds later and
followed him into the water.  The water felt cool and cleansing.  The
stress and anxiety of last night's events slipped away.  I floated on my
back and thought of things, wondering where I was heading.  My life had
changed so much in the six months I had been here.  They were good changes,
Peter being one of them.  He wasn't just another boy I'd slept with, he was
a real lover, someone I had really fallen in love with.  I wondered how we
would handle the separation when that time came.  I wasn't going to worry
about it now.  I looked up to see Peter dive off the dock gracefully.  He
was good.  I wondered if he was part of a swim team at home.  He did it
right.  We finally decided to rest.  Stretching out in the sun, he lay in
my arms as the sun dried and warmed us.
	"Tom, will you teach me that last thing?" Peter asked quietly.
	"Yes, when you feel that you are ready for it.  I don't want to
hurt you," I said.
	"Tell me about it," he said.
	"Well, it's the man putting his cock inside the boy, the boy
putting his cock inside the man.  But the person getting it must be ready
for it first.  I would take plenty of ky and use a finger to get it inside
you.  My finger would move around inside, getting your rose stretched out
and relaxed.  I would add a second finger inside you and wiggle it around
inside until you are stretched out enough.  I put my cock head at the
opening, and slowly get it in.  Once I'm in, I'll relax and give you some
time to get used to it.  Then I start fucking you by moving my cock in and
out of you until I came inside of you," I explained.
	"Sound cool," Peter said.
	"Best feeling there is in the world, especially for the one who
does it for the first time," I said.  "It's something very special,
something to be share with two people who really truly love each other."
	"Then how come it's shown on TV all the time?" Peter asked.
	"Because people have forgotten how beautiful and special that act
can be," I said.
	I was right, too.  People have forgotten what a beautiful act it
can be.  The older generation preaches to the younger generation about
taking responsibility and to try to keep themselves moral while the older
generation goes out and does the opposite.  Not right.
	Peter sighed.  "I'll never understand you adults."
	I smiled and shrugged.  Peter leaned forward and kissed me.
	"But I love you anyway," he said.
	"Thanks, kiddo," I smiled.
	I stroked his bare back for a bit, marveling in the smooth softness
of his young body.  Peter was young, he was just starting to become aware
of himself and the world around him.  He would learn hard painful lessons
about the realities of life, and a part of me wanted to shield him from the
reality of life.  I wouldn't be helping him if I did.  He had to find his
own way.

	The busses rolled in late.  All the boys came off the bus and it
took us about two, three hours to get them all settled down into their
assigned places.  I could tell that some of the ones in my cabin would try
my patience.  Lucky for me, Peter had been asked to be a junior counselor.
He would be a big help.  I wondered when Peter and I could slip away to be
together.  I wanted to make love to him again.  I knew he wanted it, from
the look he gave me.  The right opportunity would come up, and we would get
the chance to consummate our love.  Thinking about it made me hard.  These
boys were gonna be fun to watch.  It was late when we all settled into our
beds.  I set my alarm for my usual workout time.  I dreamed of Peter that
night, standing before me in all his boyish glory.  He had his hands out to
me and a smile on his face.  We moved together and kissed.  The alarm went
off next to my head as we started to french.  I woke to find Peter lying on
top of me, his lips against mine.  It hadn't been a dream.  I smiled at
him, feeling good about waking up this way.  Peter shut off my alarm and
held out my shorts.  We went to my private cabin and I did my usual work
out.  I had been teaching Peter how to work out, so I watched his work out
very closely.  He was definitely catching on.  Jack came up as we were
finishing up.
	"You two go into your cabin and get a bit of private time together,
and I'll take care of your little savages.  Deal?" he whispered in my ear.
	I looked at him in shock.  How did he find out?  I felt nervous.
	"I saw you both the other day sixty nining.  That's how I knew.
Tom, the first day you came here, I felt there was something special about
you.  Seems I was right.  We'll talk more later.  Your lover's waiting," he
said with a smile.
	I felt relieved.  Peter looked up at me expectantly.  I took his
hand and led him to my cabin.  Once the door was closed, I kissed him.  I
slowly undressed the boy, then myself.  I led him to the bed in the corner
and laid him down on it.  He smiled at me, realizing that something was
about to happen.  I lay down next to him and took him into my arms.
	"Love you," I whispered.
	Peter kissed me, his soft lips on mine.  "Love you."
	The passion took over and we let it happen, our bodies responding
to the feelings.  I felt the boy's hands and fingers intimately explore my
body.  That felt so good.  I moaned, feeling the heat growing inside of me.
Peter's mouth was moving down me, kissing and licking.  This boy was so
good, he was a great lover.  I responded by fondling his genitals, tickling
and caressing his balls and cock.  I heard his moans of pleasure.  We moved
into a sixty nine, each licking and sucking on the other's cocks.  I moved
from his cock and to his rose.  It looked clean and pink, twitching in
anticipation of pleasure.  I ran my tongue across it once real slow.  Peter
groaned loudly, shivering.
	"Tom, oh Tom!" he wailed.
	I kept on rimming him, making him nuts.  I got my tongue inside the
boy's ass, feeling the heat of his canal on my tongue.  He ground his ass
into my face, wanting more.  I kept licking and sucking at his ass.  Peter
had stroked up his cock to it's five inches (it had grown a bit more since
the beginning of camp last week) and was sighing.  I stopped, and he slid
off me.  He reached for the tube of ky I had placed on the table next to
me.  He put a bit on his finger and rubbed it into my rose.  I felt the
boy's finger enter me easily.  I relaxed, knowing he was in for an
experience.  He added a second finger, then withdrew moments later.  It was
time.  He rubbed some on his cock and moved in between my legs.  I took
hold of his cock and guided it to my rose.  Peter slowly pushed himself
inside of me.  The feeling of a young cock in my ass for the first time
nearly made me cry.  Peter's eyes were closed as he continued to push
himself into me.  He finally stopped, his five inched inside.  he relaxed
for a moment, then started fucking me.  Peter moved slow at first, wanting
to feel his cock moving inside of me.  It felt so good.  His breathing got
heavier and faster as he picked up speed, starting to really thrust inside
of me.
	"Tom.....Tom....want to....cum.....going to....cum....I'm cumming!"
he squeaked, shoving his cock forcefully into me hard.
	I felt the youngster's sperm shot out of his cock and into me.
Peter kept fucking me fast and hard, until he stopped ejaculating.  He
collapsed on me, tears running down his face.  I let him cry on my
shoulder.
	"It's okay.  You just experienced one of life's greatest joys.
Congratulations lover," I whispered.
	I hugged him for a time, letting him get the feelings out.  Peter
finally stopped crying and relaxed against me.  His eyes asked me to make
love to him.
	"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked.
	"Yes," he replied.
	I placed a folded pillow under his rump and left him on his back.
I worked some lube into his ass with one finger, then two.  He closed his
eyes and moaned.
	"Please.  I'm ready for you," he whined.
	I moved into place.  Putting his feet on my shoulders, I pointed my
cock at his twitching rose.  I slowly entered the boy, trying not to hurt
him.  Once I got the head of my cock in, I relaxed a moment, letting get
used to my cock.  He nodded, and I took that as a signal to keep going.  I
eased my cock in slow, inch by inch, until he had all seven inches inside.
Peter pulled my head down and kissed me.
	"Go for it," he whispered.
	I did.  I started to fuck the boy slow, working my cock in and out
of his pliant ass.  He was tight, and the tightness of his rectal muscle
around the hard man shaft felt good.  As the feelings built up, I fucked
faster, harder.  Peter's eyes were closed, and he was moaning and groaning.
The youngster writhed under me, adding to the feelings.  I was losing it.
I was going to cum.
	"Peter....Peter....I'm going to cum.  I'm going to cum inside of
you.  When I do, we will be bonded forever.  I love you boy!" I gasped.
"Oh, I'm cumming!"
	I did.  I felt the shots run through my shaft and into Peter.
Peter was crying, the tears rolling down his face.  Suddenly he came, his
juice shooting onto both of us.  We continued to come together, until we
couldn't any more.  I fell back on the bed on my side, pulling Peter with
me.  We rested, still connected.  I felt my cock relax and withdraw it's
self from inside Peter.  He turned to me, tears still in his eyes.  We
hugged each other, feeling warm and safe in each other's arms.  We dozed
off for about an hour.  I woke first, then got out of bed.  Peter was lying
on his side, a smile on his face.  He was happy.  I went into the bathroom
and ran water into the tub.  I sat down in it, stretching out.  I had been
in there for about fifteen minutes when Peter walked in.  I lifted him into
the bath and he snuggled up to me.  We exchanged little kisses and
caresses.  I tenderly washed his body clean.  He washed me clean.  Back in
the main room, I sat down in a rocker and he climbed onto my lap.  I rocked
back and forth, holding him in my arms.  We were feeling very good.  Life
was perfect.

	Jack and I did talk later.  Turns out he is a boylover like me.  I
eventually managed to get my hands on a large sum of money after doing
another job for the Seals.  Jack and I formed a partnership and bought the
camp.  Peter became a regular at the camp year round.  He came when he had
a holiday from his school.  His parents didn't care.  I had found out what
they were like one time and couldn't wait to get out of the house.  The
Navy Seals donated a few more things to the camp, and I was grateful for
that (wonder if that was due to making sure the good Admiral never got in
trouble for that little nasty business overseas?  I'll never know), it's
nice to know I still had friends there.  I was happy with my life now.
This was where I was meant to be.  As for Redface, the bear, he was
stretched out on the floor of my cabin, where Peter and I spent many nights
together, locked in love's sweet embrace.