Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2001 18:14:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Reid <saboteur_98155@yahoo.com>
Subject: If Only- Chapter 3 (gay male/celebrity/soulmating)

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by reid


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This story is meant to imply nothing about the
sexuality of the real people involved. Anything
mentioned from this point on is purely fictional and
not meant in any way but the highest regard.

The lyrics used within are not meant to imply anything
about the individual preferences, practices, or
lifestyle choices any of the musical artists mentioned.
The lyrics are not used for any personal monetary
profit...

If you have any objections to my writing, then why in
the name of Jesus are you reading this? I know some of
you might like Hanson but I don't buy the whole
"I didn't know it was a GAY STORY!" defense. So shut
up and don't send me any more hate mail you stupid,
obesessed little Christian girls.

As always.... Comments, Suggestions, and Criticisms
can be sent to saboteur_98155@yahoo.com

WARNING!!! My stories contain mature themes and
may project images or scenarios that are
inappropriate for younger or sensative readers.

I can be reached on ICQ at 70639912...
Or on AIM at Reid00005992...

Enjoy!



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	"You best be careful," Zac said, squirming in my arms, "Cause I got a
buddy that knows a guy who knows the number of another dude that knows
Kung Fu! So you better watch out!"

	I manuvered his wiggling body into the tent and onto the air mattress,
"Yeah? You 'aint got time to get that dude here."

	Zac fell back like a wet dog, "Well... I guess I'm screwed then."

	"Not yet," I said as I straddled his hips and held him against the
sleeping bag, "But you will be."

	In a flash, my lips were sealed over his and I kissed him as deeply as I
could, thrusting my tounge forward nearly down his throat. At the first
contact, Zac groaned into my mouth and bucked his hips, nearly throwing me
off. Keeping my balance and keeping my airtight seal, my lips continued to
suck on his mouth. I jammed my tounge against the roof of his mouth and
licked heavily, sending what must have been gallons of my saliva into his
mouth. It's not like he wasn't doing the same. Our mouths watered for one
another and as we kissed, our mouths smacking wetly inside the hot tent,
the kisses became even more squelchy.

	Our bodies were still quite wet and they slid together, forming a large
wet spot under us on the sleeping bag. Zac's wet hair rubbed against the
pillow as I fell to my side and we made our passionately, side by side
with our legs tangled together. With a primal desire I'd seen before, Zac
grabbed my face and mashed it against his, kissing me and shoving his
tounge into my mouth. Through the nylon of his swimsuit, his dick was hard
as a rock and it rubbed against my own rigid tool as he kissed me and
humped our burning groins together. Even as we kissed, I could smell the
incredible pungent scent of our sex bouncing off the walls of the tent.

	My hands found their way to his firm chest, rubbing the damp muscles and
feeling the heat resonating off them. We both knew where my hands were
going as my fingers slowly rubbed over his nipples, drawing a pleasured
groan from deep inside Zac's chest. With enough pressure to really drive
him crazy but not enough to really hurt, I gently tugged at the dark skib,
rolling and squeezing it between the tips of my fingers. Each tug sent an
almost violent jerk through Zac as he writhed under me, his body being
slowly taken over by his sexual side. Our kisses shallowed off and I moved
to his neck, sucking hard and nibbling the ridge of his shoulders as I
stimulated his nipples.

	Zac's body felt so hot and scorching that it was making me pour sweat
from my forehead, but the only thing on my mind was causing him as much
mind bending pleasure as possible. My kisses moved down between his pecs
and lightened to the point where my lips just barely brushed the skin.
With a jolt, Zac moaned and arched his back, urging his broad torso up and
against me, displaying it with as much sexual grandiosity as he could
muster. Our collective pantings breaths had caused small droplets of
moisture to stand out on the walls of the tent, not including the large
drops that had begun to stand out all over Zac and most likely, all over
me as well.

	My lips began to press again, kissing firmly onto his nipples and chewing
them tantalizingly. Looking up, I saw Zac's head whipping from side to
side, his mouth open and his eyes closed. His hair sent more drops of
wetness onto the walls of the tent, as did his hips as he thrust them
sharply, sending out puffs of hot, steamy air from inside his shorts. The
trail of kisses lead down to his taught stomach as I kissed around his
belly button, kissing his wet treasure trail and pressed the soft blond
hair into his dark skin. Zac's heels were clumping against the mattress as
he kicked weakly, doing anything he could to keep from cumming in his
shorts before it was "time."

Almost magnetically, my mouth returned to his and our kissing continued as
we writhed together, grinding ourselves into one another. Zac's hands fell
from the back of my head and dug into the sleeping bag, bracing his body
against the inflated ground below him. His back arched again and my hands
slid under the waistband of his swimtrunks, pulling the wet garment down
his hips. Zac hissed and his hips bucked, alerting me that he was becoming
more than a little impatient. With tremendous will power, my lips parted
from his and left a string of warm drool across his chin. My kisses
focused on his neck and back down to his stomach, and then down to his
waistline as the shorts traveled further down his wet legs.

His hard dick bopped up and throbbed in the open air, the pink shaft
looking swollen and ready to be pleasured. Even though it was kinda
freaky, the way that the blue vein in Zac's dick stood out so much was
actually a turn on. It was very pronounced. More so than the other two
guys I'd been with and more than any other penis I'd seen. His whole dick
seemed as though it was custom made for my mouth and as I took him in
slowly, running my tounge over the vast ridge covered surface, nothing
seemed to step forward to challenge that assumption.

"Holy shit..." Zac moaned, his right leg kicking reflexively.

As my mouth slid up and down slowly, Zac began to buck his hips again in
short thrusts. With every thrust, his balls slapped against my chin and
sent their heady scent up to my nostrils. It was intoxicating.
Ungracefully, my hands pulled down his shorts and eventually, he was free
of them and naked underneath me. His body was still quite wet and every
thrust sent his stomach against my forehead and I could feel the still
cold water of the lake on his skin. The temperature of the water had
caused his balls to retract and as my sucking sped up, they began to relax
and drift back down between his thighs.

Just as my fingers began to creep in between the hot ravine of his
asscheeks, a metallic warbling hit my ears and I did my best to ignore it.
Zac was in another world and I wouldn't have expected him to remember his
own name but the little noise kept insinuating itself into our male
bonding. My sucking sped up and I jammed my tounge deep into his peehole,
making Zac cry out and jerk his hips violently, moving closer to the edge.
But the damn ringing wouldn't stop. My mind couldn't concentrate and,
reluctantly, I pulled off.

Zac sat up, dazed, "Huh? What's wrong?"

Almost consolingly, I wrapped my hand around his dick and held it gently,
"Do you hear that?"

"Do I hear what?!" He asked, his cheeks flushed and sweaty, "Get back down
there!"

I shook my head and looked around, my vision not wanting to work, "I have
to find what it is."

"Reid... baby, sweetie, lovemuffin," Zac crawled forward and kissed me,
"There are more important things you gotta do right now!"

"It'll drive me crazy, Zac. I might... bite something." I said and squeezed
his dick before using both hands to paw around inside the tent.

"Ouchie... let's find it." Zac panted and crawled around, butt naked,
helping me look for what it was.

The noise continued as I crawled out of the tent and walked, as best I
could with the raging erection, across the grounds. The warblings got
louder as I got closer to the car and tore into my beach bag. I'd tossed
it in the car after we'd gotten back from the lake, forgetting about the
phone as we'd staggered into the tent.  It got louder as my searching got
closer until I found my cell phone buried under a sweatshirt. Mustering as
much temper as I could, I hit the talk button and tried to talk as softly
and respectfully as I could... but it was difficult.

"Hello?"

"Hi!" It was the mother in the law. Perfect.

"Hi Mrs. Hanson."

"Oh Reid... how is everything?" She asked, sounding incredibly pleasant.

"Oh just fine." I said, stepping away from the car and shutting the door.

"Did you have trouble finding the phone? You sound winded?" She said with
audible concern.

"We were walking back from the lake. Zac heard the phone and I rushed
ahead."

There was a second of silence, "You didn't take the phone with you?"

"I forgot it. The car was locked and I had my keys... so yeah, everythings
fine."

"Well... good. I was getting kind of worried. Are you guys doing okay?"

I silenty took a long breath, "We're fine. The natives were kind of
hostile."

"Ahhh... I was worried about that," She sounded truly ashamed, "I'm sorry
you had to deal with that."

"It's all right. It's just something that happens." I said and sat down at
the picnic table.

"You won't have to put up with anything else."

"I won't worry about it. It's such a beautiful place... hard to feel
anything but relaxation."

"Oh I know! Have you been for a hike in the woods yet?" She asked.

"Not yet. We will. Swimming was our first priority."

She laughed, "You'll have fun."

"I'm already having fun."

"I can tell. You sound very relaxed. Is Zac there?"

I stalled, "Uh... no, he's taking a nap. The swimming wore him out."

"Was it the swimming or you, Reid?"

"Bye."

She laughed again, "Bye, Reid."

I folded the phone and stood up, and my heart sank when I realized the
erection was gone. Now I was just tired. My muscles were tired from
swimming and carrying Zac around. Fate could be cruel sometimes. Sighing
and standing up slowly, I shuffled back over to the tent and looked
inside. Zac was spread out on the air mattress, stroking himself and
looking at me expectantly. Immediately, he knew what happened and an
adorable look of dissapointment came across his face. The stroking stopped
and he laid, looking up at me.

"Reid... please..." He said, sounding crestfallen.

"Sorry." I said and pulled on a blue t-shirt.

"But... but... think of last night! The speedo! My bulge, Reid!" He wailed,
grabbing my leg as I sat down, "My bulge! It was so big and lumpy and
stinky and smelly! Reid... nooo..."

I laid back, "I'll need at least three hours removal from that phone
call."

"Grrr... okay," Zac sat up and rifled through his backpack, "Who was it?"

"Your mom." I said and a very embarassing yawn came out.

"Oh God!" Zac groaned and pulled on a pair of briefs, "That's just like
her knocking on the bathroom door."

I laughed and rolled onto my side, "She loves her little boy. She asked if
you were handy, but I told her you were taking a nap."

"Whew... that would have killed my bone," Zac said and laid back, arching
his body and pulling on his cutoff camouflage shorts, "How did she sound?"

"Her normal effervescent self."

"Now you know where I get it from." He said and pulled a white v-neck
t-shirt over his bare torso.

"You hungry?" I asked, somehow knowing the answer before he even said
anything.

*      *      *      *      *

"Oh man... are you serious?"

"I swear to God! He said it was a hickey but he really whacked his neck on
the edge of a door."

"So... he's a virgin?" I asked.

"Yup. Taylor Hanson... not only is he a slender, effeminate, bony legged
queen. He's also a virgin."

"But... how?"

"Kung fu self-discipline. He's holding out for his wedding night." Zac
said and finished the last of his hot dog.

"Ahhh... it makes sense."

"But it's kinda cool. Waiting for 'the one'."

	"Yeah," I stopped and took a drink of water, "I hope he finds his 'one'."

	"Not everyone can be as lucky as I am." He said and smiled coyly.

	"Awww," I shifted off of the lawn chair and sat next to him on the
ground, "You can be a sweetheart sometimes, Zac."

	He gave me a martyr look, "Yeah... well, whatever."

	I wrapped my arms around him, "It's okay to admit it."

	"My winkiebear." He cooed and snuggled up to me, chewing my lower lip.

	For a while, we sat by the fire and just didn't say anything. The fire
crackled and somewhere in the night, we could hear a bird calling. It
sounded so lonely out there. All around our campground, it was pretty much
pitch black beyond where the fire light reached. If someone had asked me
at that point, I probably would have said that I'd never been more glad to
have Zac than I was right there. The night around us and the quiet except
for the fire would be very lonely if I were there alone... it would be
lonely and really quite spooky to be confined in.

	Zac's warmth in my arms and his soft breathing made it seem so different.
His presence there made it seem romantic. The quiet and the darkness, the
heat from the fire, the scent of the burning wood mixed with Zac's natural
smell. We didn't need anyone else. We didn't need anyone or anything else
at that point. The fire was a nice addition, as was the tent and mosquito
nets which turned out to really be not necessary. Even the small world
band radio that Zac had smuggled along was nice but it really wasn't
important to what was going on. All we needed was each other.

	My arms expanded as Zac sighed and let his head rest against my shoulder,
the light from the fire relfecting of his still slightly damp hair. I
kissed him gently on the lips, feeling how incredibly sultry and full they
were, feeling the soft tissue and the warm firmness as they honored my
mouth with their touch. Every inch of his body felt so warm in my arms. My
cheek rested against the top of his head and we both looked at the fire,
feeling the life it gave off.

	From under the blanket, one of Zac's feet stuck out and he wiggled his
toes inside his sock, watching the dark cloth flex and move. The small
half-inch of bare leg he was showing between the edge of the blanket and
the top of his sock looked tantalizingly golden in the light of the fire.
For just a second, my dick began to harden and I thought of our
interrupted session earlier... but I got a handle on it. I didn't want to
ruin the moment with pesky sexual desire.

	Under the blanket, his hand slid onto mine and he interlocked our
fingers. It was one of his favorite physical gestures. He liked the
feeling of our hands interwoven and clasped together. Inside the heat of
the blanket, my hand felt almost eclipsed by Zac's large paw. Sometimes I
kidded him about the size of his "contact points" but I think we both knew
that I found his large hands, large feet, large nose, and large ass really
beautiful. There were times where making jokes would be appropriate and
when they wouldn't. I wasn't sure what kind of situation this was but it
didn't matter because right then and there, we didn't need to talk.

	More time passed and the fire kept burning, crackling softly in the night
air. It had gotten a big chilly and I was thankful for Zac pulling the big
plaid blanket out of the car and wrapping it around himself. It kept us
from getting uncomfortably nipped by the night-time. My hands slid down
from around his shoulders to around his waist and I squeezed him
protectively, our hands still locked together. Zac squirmed in my arms and
nibbled my chin playfully for a few seconds. As civilized as I had made
him, he still got a little restless if he was asked to sit still for too
long.

	"You okay?" I asked.

	"I'm great..."

	"But?"

	"My balls feel like overstuffed tomatoes." He said, squeezing my hand.

	Immediately, my dick was hard as a rock. I shifted and took a deep
breath, my heart beginning to beat quickly and I knew that Zac could feel
it. He smiled and nuzzled my neck, licking me just barely and squeezing my
hand harder. After some playful babykissing, our lips met and we kissed
again, my tounge sliding into his willing mouth. It only took about two
kisses before we were making out pretty heavily, my free hand stroking his
hair.

	"Mmmm... you like... tomatoes, right?" Zac panted between kisses.

	I could only mutter something in the affirmative. My lips smacked against
his and the kissing became more and more hot blooded as he laid back and
pulled me down ontop of him. Through the silken fabric of his shorts, his
dick was rock hard and my hand traveled down slowly and massaged the
bulge. Zac jerked and broke the kiss long enough to moan, his hot breath
blowing onto my cheek and tickling my earlobe. The blanket fell off us and
the cool air blew over my bare legs, contrasting with the body heat and
heat from the fire that had taken control. The feeling of the cool air
caused goosebumps to raise on my skin, making me shiver ontop of Zac and
he noticed almost immediately.

	"Hey... let's go in the tent." He whipsered breathlessly.

	"Sounds good to me."

	*      *      *      *      *

	"Mmmph."

	"Wake up."

	All I felt was a gentle chewing on my ear, "Huh?"

	"Reid, wake up."

	"What?"

	"Reid... I gotta pee." Zac whimpered, writhing against me in the darkness.

	"Put on your clothes and go pee." I grumbled, burying my face in the
pillow and trying to go back to sleep.

	"I don't wanna go alone." He said softly, and I caught that pesky hint of
seriousness that always made itself present when Zac wasn't kidding around
about something.

	"There's 40 feet between us an the bathrooms. Nothing is gonna happen."

	"Probably not... but I'd feel safer if you went with me."

	"Aww jeez..." I mumbled and sat up, my head still feeling light from the
orgasm that we were only about an hour removed from.

	"Where are my clothes..." Zac said to himself, ruffling the sleeping bag.

	It felt like I was in some bizarre dream world. I tried to move but the
dizzyness in my head didn't go away and I had to steady myself. In the
pitch blackness, Zac bumped against me and his warm, naked body sent an
excited shiver through my body. For just a second, I saw myself wrapping
my arms around him and dumping another load inside his body but that would
be risking much more than lightheadedness. Why the hell was I still horny?
Usually after a bone session with Zac, all I wanted to do was go to sleep
but not tonight. Even when I had fallen asleep, the only images in my mind
were Zac... naked...

	I snapped myself out of it, "What time is it?"

	The soft blue glow of Zac's watch lit up a small part of the tent,
"10:13."

	"Damn," I said as I pulled on my shirt, "Camping always screws with me
like that."

	Zac's lips touched my ear, "I wore my baby out, huh?"

	"Okay... bathroom time!" I said, standing up and nearly hitting my head on
the tent pole.

	"Careful there." Zac giggled, gingerly standing up and stretching.

	"You okay?" I said, putting my arm around him.

	"Yeah... I don't get as nuked as I first did."

	I carefully held the tent door open for Zac as he stepped out and
stretched again, unhindered by the tent. My left hand still searched
behind our backpacks until I felt the cool steel shaft of the flashlight.
After stepping out behing Zac and feeling his warm shoulder with my hand,
I clicked on the light and did a quick check to make sure no bears or
wolves had moved in on our area. It all looked clear. The flashlight
really wasn't all that necessary. The moon was shining very brightly that
night.

	Zac ruffled his hair and yawned, "It's definitely gonna take a couple
hours for me to go back to sleep."

	I started walking towards the restrooms, "So that means it'll take me a
couple hours to go back to sleep, too?"

	"Yup yup." Zac said and hipchecked me playfully.

	"Terrific."

	"Awww..." Zac drawled and threw his arms around my neck as we walked, "You
love me."

	"Oh yeah. I love getting rousted out of sleep to walk a long haired, pot
bellied chicken to the bathroom."

	Zac gasped, "I've been insulted! I will not stand for that!"

	"Uh huh."

	He released my neck and shoulderblocked my arm weakly, "I'm a badass,
Reid. Don't push me."

	As I walked, the flashlight fell our feet, "You put your socks on?"

	"Of course. A boy has to accessorize." He said with a dramatic flair.

	We reached the door to the mens bathroom and I held it open, giving his
head a gentle push when he stuck his tounge out at me. After he walked in,
I heard a melodramatic dry heaving at the precieved stench of the room.
Zac was quite a character. After letting the door swing shut, I leaned
back against the wall and took a deep breath of the cool night air. If he
was having problems, I'd hear the screaming. My eyes looked out at the
moonlight landscape of the campgrounds. There was really no way to see
this kind of thing in the city and truly appreciate it.

	Somewhere off in the distance, a lonely sounding animal cried out into
the night. It wasn't a wolf, I knew that for sure. Whatever the hell it
was, it had a freaky voice and for just a second, I considered going into
the bathroom and waiting inside where I knew Zac was. How odd, it made me
smile. Zac wanted me to come with him because he was scared but there I
was, freaked out because of an animal in the distance. I hugged myself and
prayed for the batteries in the flashlight not to crap out before Zac
could remerge from inside and comfort me with his presence.

	A small flash of light emerged just to my left and I jumped slightly. The
light went down and I saw that it was a match being held by someone on the
other side of the road. In the brief flash, I saw that it was the same
ranger who had been by earlier that day. He was just standing there...
looking at me. If he was trying to intimidate me, it took a whole hell of
a lot more than that. Turning away from where I'd seen the light, I looked
off to the otherside, seeing small campfire in another far off part of the
grounds. Someone else was still up, and it gave me a little bit of
strength.

	From inside the bathroom, I heard the toilet flush and the rush of water
running from the faucet. A big sense of relief hit me and my shoulders
relaxed, hearing Zac finish up his buisness. A few seconds later, the door
swung open and Zac stepped out, nearly running right into me. With no
hesitation, I hugged him close and squeezed him, feeling him tense
slightly with surprise but almost immediately relaxing in my arms and
hugging me back.

	"Jeez... miss me much?" Zac said and he kissed my cheek affectionately.

	"Yeah," I said and realized how odd I must have seemed, "I did,
actually."

	His lips burrowed against my neck, "Remind me to take more leaks, then."

	Part of me expected to hear a hateful comment from off in the darkness
but none came. It was a very peacefully defiant gesture on my part to hold
Zac and love him so openly in the face of bigotry. Or maybe not. Maybe he
had left and gone back to his little cabin of hate and discrimination. I
wasn't really letting it ruin the moment because Zac's warmth and firmness
in my arms was a very quick acting tranquilizer. It made the chilly night
air not seem so completely frigid.

	With a very relaxed slowness, Zac and I walked back towards our
campground, my arm around his shoulders and his arm around my waist. Every
few steps, he could pretend to stumble a bit and hold onto me, making me
feel needed. His long hair fell back over my arm and brushed it softly,
still a little clumped from dampness. Neither of us were very tried and
the hour or so of sleep I'd gotten hadn't really messed with my system too
much. It was more like a small nap.

	"You okay?" Zac asked, laying his head on my shoulder.

	"Yeah. Ranger Fallwell was back there. He was watching me."

	He groaned and staggered flamboyantly, "Okay... he's officially not my dad
anymore. Can I take your last name?"

	I chuckled, "He just slipped up."

	"You're getting harassed. That ain't cool." Zac said, sounding extremely
annoyed.

	"You can't help closed mindedness."

	"I know... but... God damn it!" Zac hissed, turned back up the road and
shouted, "Hey! Hey asshole! When I tell my dad what you've been doing,
you're gonna be the park ranger on Marlon Brando's island! You're so
fired!"

	I flinched at the volume and tone of his shouting, "Zac... calm down."

	He brushed off my attempts to restrain him, his words echoing across the
vast area, "God loves queers like us, asshole! He's gonna be royally
fucking pissed! You wish you could find someone like I did!"

	"Zac, come on." I said and wrapped my arm around him, guiding him gently
back towards the campsite.

	"I'm sorry... I'm okay now." Zac said softly, letting me guide him back to
the tent.

	I zipped it closed quickly, "You're insane."

	Zac laid back on his elbows, "That's the second time he screwed with you.
What's wrong with some shouting?"

	I laid down on my stomach, "What if the wrong person heard?"

	"Nobody knew that was me." Zac drawled, snuggling up to me.

	"Yeah... well..." I mumbled, not able to resist him.

	"Yeah well what?" He smirked, snacking on my earlobe.

	"You're still insane." I said, nearly melting underneath him.

	Zac didn't say anything... not in human anyway. He continued to kiss my
neck gently, brushing his lips along the collar of my shirt, blowing
warmly over the skin. His touch was so relaxing. Within seconds, I'd
forgotten about anything bad that could have happened. Slowly, he slid his
hands up my folded arms and cupped my hands, squeezing them gently as he
began to suckle on the area behind my earlobe. Zac had some crazy little
thing for my ears. Nothing I'd complain about but they always seemed to
provide him with just the right taste to satisfy his appetite.

	His lips brushed my ear, "I got something that will help us relax."

	"Mmm." I murmured, feeling myself drift away.

	"I'll be right back, okay?"

	"Mmmhmm."

	Almost gleefully, Zac jumped up and unzipped the tent before legging it
over to the cooler and I could hear him searching through it. It only took
a few seconds before he was back and settling back down on the sleeping
bag. With a lot of effort, I managed to sit up and turn on the small light
that was clipped to the side of the tent. The dome was filled with a soft
yellow light and it made my eyes wince slightly, but not for long. Zac was
sitting across from me with his legs folded and he was fooling with the
cap of a small dark bottle.

	"What's that?" I asked, running the tip of my index finger of his bare
calf.

	"That's my leg, sweetie." Zac said, not looking up.

	"Har har. What's in the bottle?"

	He smiled, "It's a very special treat."

	"What kind?"

	"Here. Open it and find out." He said, handing me the bottle and giving
his sore fingers a brief rest.

	I took the bottle from him and looked at the label, scanning it, not able
to read it so well in the meager light. Whatever it was had been kept ice
cold and the flaky golden lettering looked very fancy. When my mind
finally registered what it was, a rush went through me but was then
replaced by worry. I shook my head and tried to say something.

	"Cool, huh?" Zac asked, finally working the foil wrapping off the cork.

	"Zac... this is alcohol."

	"It's champagne, Reid. The best kind, too." He said and began trying to
yank the cork out of the bottle.

	"Hey," I said, holding it away from him, "We can't drink this."

	"Why not?"

	"Zac! It's alcohol! If we get hammered, I'm going to jail regardless of
our relationship!"

	He gave me an exasperated look, "We won't get hammered. Besides, I'm not
a tattletale."

	"Zac... it's alcohol! We can't drink it!"

	"Reid... if we get drunk, it will have been my fault." He stated, pulling
the bottle forward and beginning working the cork out.

	"Zac," I flailed and then I noticed the label, "Wow... Dom Perignon Rose..."

	"Yup. Nothin' but the best for my woman." Zac said, grunting as he pulled
the cork out with a pop.

	"How'd you get it?"

	"Ava."

	"God, what is she? Your supplier?"

	"Purty much." Zac said and poured two plastic cups of the sparkling white
wine.

	I knew there was no resisting, "Great."

	*      *      *      *      *

	"You're SO wasted."

	"It takes one to know one." I said, keeping a straight face for as long
as possible."

	Zac opened his eyes slightly and looked at me for a second before
bursting into a fit of giggles, his chest and stomach quivering. Half the
bottle of champagne had been consumed and if that was all it took to get
us smashed, then Zac and I would definitely not become social drinkers. We
had two little plastic glasses each. That was all. Zac, being younger and
slightly smaller, seemed to give into the effects first, finding a great
deal of comedy in the sound of his bare arm rubbing against the wall of
the tent. I myself was much more sophisticated, taking a lot of amusement
in how Zac seemed to have to spit a strand of his hair out every few
seconds.

	"Oh man... we're drunk, Reid." Zac giggled, laying flat on his back with
his arms slightly out to his sides.

	"We are not drunk, Zac," I said, swallowing hard and analyzing the
situation, "What we are is alcoholically enhanced young men... in the prime
of our lives."

	"I wuv you, Reid..." Zac said in a weepy voice, looking peaceful and
motionless.

	"Yeah... next thing we know, you'll be driving away in my truck with the
glass to our coffee table between the matresses."

	"Nope. We're together forever... and ever... and ever..."

	I laid down on my side, "You're scary."

	"I think you're... scary too." Zac said, giggling.

	"Uh huh."

	"Urgh." Zac gurgled, sticking his tounge out weakly.

	"Are you dead?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

	"Nope," Zac said, jerking his left leg spastically a few times, "See?"

	"That's creepy as hell. Stop it." I growled, smacking the guilty leg.

	Zac stopped and his head fell to the side as he opened his eyes and
looked at me, "We're so wasted, Reid."

	Like a war victim, I crawled over and laid my head on his stomach, "Not
my fault."

	He giggled, "I got you drunk and took advantage of you... or not in that
order, right?"

	I began laughing, "Don't be all drunk with me, you long haired, weird
smelling... queer!"

	Zac pushed me off his stomach and began laughing, "And proud of it!"

	"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, sitting up and wobbling a bit.

	Zac sat up heavily and rested his face against my cheek, "We're drunk,
Reid."

	I turned my head and kissed him, our lips wrestling together for only a
few seconds before we broke into another fit of laughter. My body fell
sideways and I rolled onto my back, looking up at the dark roof of the
tent and finding it more amusing than anything I'd ever seen before.
Paying little mind to Zac at that moment, I held my hand up and studied
it, marvelling at how it was created and looked so evenly proportionate in
the soft light. A gentle tickling touched my cheek and when I looked over,
Zac was rubbing the toe of his sock on my face. I hissed and crawled away,
holding my breath until I'd reached a safe distance.

	"I'm evil." I said, sitting up and nearly falling backwards.

	"Huh?" Zac said, between giggles.

	"I'm a pedophile!" I said with a flourish.

	"Oooh baby... you know I love those 'phile' things..." Zac said, starting to
laugh all over again.

	"Hey! I'm serious! I masturbate in the shower because my fantasies make
me feel dirty! I hide outside playgrounds with a candy bar, a rag soaked
with ether, a stuffed Pokemon thing, and a rag soaked with ether! I get
little boys drunk and rape them!"

	Zac began to laugh, "Oh yeah... I'm a little boy."

	"I only desire little boys... my motto is 'before eight... it's too late'!"

	"You're so funny." Zac said, rolling onto his stomach and flattening his
body against the air mattress.

	"Zac! I command you... to talk in a squeaky voice... to satisfy my sick urge
for little boys..."

	Zac slowly crawled over and laid across my lap, "I'm a bad little boy...
spank me!"

	"Shut up. I'm serious. If you don't obey my desires, I might have to..."

	"Have to what?"

	I could barely finish the sentence, "I might have to give you an enema!"

	We broke into another fit of laughter. I pushed Zac off my lap and laid
down ontop of him, still laughing as our bodies shook the air mattress
gently. Zac squealed softly and kicked, inferring that my massive weight
was crushing him. We continued to laugh, and I began to tickle him gently,
making him squeal more and jerk, his ass quivering and writhing right
against my crotch. Even in my inebriated state, I knew when to pull off
and I rolled to my side, laying next to him. We had worked up quite a
sweat and several thick strands of Zac's hair were sticking to his face as
he laughed. Clumsily, I reached out and stroked his flushed cheek, feeling
the warm damp skin as he laughed. His eyes were closed and he looked so
cute.

	With an almost immature glee, our feet wrestled and we kicked each other
playfully. My head felt like it was filled with more bubbles than the
champagne. I'd never been drunk in my life but something about this time
didn't seem like I was drunk. The desire to relax and feel unburdened had
perhaps accelerated my giddyness. My hand came away from Zac's face but
not before he licked my fingers slowly, making me feel a childish rush of
ickyness. I laid the hand on his stomach and pressed again, tickling him
some more and making him giggle some more. His breath smelled like the
champgane.

	"Feel that?" He asked, pressing his forearm against my mouth.

	"Mmph... what?" I said, pushing his fuzzy arm away.

	"That means you're not a pedophile." He said, his voice slurred only
slightly.

	I began giggling, "But... I'm a man. And you're a boy."

	Zac giggled and blew a raspberry against my lips, "You're my man."

	"You taste like alcohol. I said and licked between his teeth.

	"Mmmm... champagny," He said after I pulled back, "My honeybunny."

	"Wait... I thought I was winkiebear?" I said, feigning a very saturated
offense.

	He gave me the cutest confused look, "Doesn't matter... I wuv you either
way."

	"Mmmm." I said, managing to turn the light off before snuggling down
ontop of him.

	"Nighty night." He said.

	A second later, we both cracked up. Then we went to sleep.

        *      *      *      *

	"Ugh... stop the ride, I wanna get off." Zac mumbled, shaking his head.

	"Why the hell does it always rain when I go camping?"

	"Hey... it's okay." Zac said, heaving over and hugging me roughly.

	"No... it's not okay." I said, my voice nearly coming undone.

	"Reid, we just got a little tipsy. It's not a big deal."

	"We got DRUNK, Zac!" I said in a harsh tone, "In my care, a minor got
drunk. I broke the law."

	Zac looked hurt, "I got you drunk, Reid. I'm the one who brought the
champagne. If anyone finds out, I'll take the heat."

	"It's not that simple." I said and finished stuffing my backpack.

	Not saying anything else, I lugged the heavy pack out into the wet
morning and carried it to the car and tossed it inside. It was raining
pretty heavily and within a few seconds, I was pretty wet. The mosquito
net had kept the picnic table and our coolers dry as a bone, it also
provided a welcome shelter. My knees felt stiff and my head throbbed dully
as I sat down and rubbed my eyes, still feeling ashamed. I felt like I had
failed Zac as a friend. There was no excuse for what had happened. The
first thing my mind went to when I woke up was last night. Zac was fifteen
and while in my presence, he'd gotten drunk.

	The rain continued to fall around the netting and I could hear it pelt
the roof of the car and the top of the net. Something about it was oddly
calming. If it weren't so loud, I'd have to sit there and wonder what I
could say to Zac. What could I say to him? I just felt so damn ashamed of
myself. My eyes began to burn as I buried my face in my hands, wondering
how the hell I was going to be any good for Zac. How could I keep the
world from chewing him up when he came out if I couldn't even keep him
from getting wasted?

	I raised my head up and looked off to my left, looking out into the gray
rainfall. Thankfully, it wasn't a cold rain and the tent had kept it out
for most of the night. Too many camping trips during my childhood had
included waking up with my feet in a puddle of frigid rainwater at the
foot of my sleeping bag. Nothing took the fun out of a camping trip
quicker than finding out that your tent leaked and left you colder than a
popsicle. I sniffled and wiped my eyes, trying not to think about my
immediate problems and just let it go for at least a few minutes.

	"Hey." I felt a hand on my shoulder.

	I looked up, "Hey."

	"Look, Reid..." Zac said, his hair already wet from the short walk across
the site, "How long have we been together?"

	"Seven months, three weeks, and a few days."

	He sat down next to me, his t-shirt clinging to his body, "How much shit
have you either gotten me out of or kept me from getting into in the first
place?"

	"Too much to count."

	"That's right." He smiled, looking like a drenched rat... albeit, a very
cute drenched rat.

	"So?"

	"What do you mean 'so'?!" He slapped me gently on the shoulder with a wet
hand, "You and I tried one thing and now we're all the wiser. We didn't go
off on a drunken joyride, we didn't go egg that asshole ranger's cabin... we
didn't do anything destructive... it's okay, Reid. We got a little goofy and
maybe it wasn't the best way to relax, but it's not a big deal. We learned
a lesson on our own."

	"You could have gotten sick."

	"I had two small glasses of champagne. Nothing major happened. We'll just
have to wait until we're legally old enough to drink, right?"

	"Yeah, I guess." I said, forced to admit that he had a point.

	With an exaggerated shyness, he slid over next to me, "Besides... you know
you're the only guy I want to get drunk with."

	"I better be." I smiled and put my arm around him.

	Zac smiled and laid his head on my shoulder, "Want some more? There's
still some champagne left in the bottle."

	"Ugh... no thanks. If this isn't a hangover, I don't want to feel a real
one."

	"This dizzyness is bad enough, huh?"

	"Yeah," I said, noticing how wet he was, "How the hell did you get so
wet?"

	"My foot caught in the door of the tent." He said plaintively.

	"Awww... you ready to head home?"

	Zac sat up straight, "No, something's missing."

	I yawned, "What?"

	He just smiled, "Come with me."

	*      *      *      *      *

	"Zac... no!"

	"Awww..." He said, pulling off his wet t-shirt, "It'll be fun."

	"For one thing, it's freezing. Another thing, it's daytime. Yet another
thing, we'll get hit by lightning."

	Zac looked at me tiredly, "Reid, how the hell did you try new things
before you met me?"

	"I didn't," I said, swatting his hand away when he tried to pull down my
shorts, "I sat in my room all day and waited to die and enjoyed the rut I
was in... cut it out!"

	He had stripped down to his underwear, "Okay Reid... take it off."

	"What about you?" I said, having to wipe the rain off my face. I was
drenched.

	Zac simply shrugged and in one move, his tightie whities were down and
off, plopped into the pile of his clothes on the ground. He was standing
there buck naked in the pouring rain. For a second, my mind was completely
offset by the sight of him but not for long. As much as it pained me to
admit it, it was quite a majestic sight. The rain coursing down his meaty,
perfectly shaped, tanned body... the beauty of his wet blond hair across his
shoulders... how quickly and willingly he had ditched his clothes and
expected me to do the same. Against my better judgement, I began to pull
off my t-shirt.

	When the shirt was clear of my head, I tossed it on the ground and looked
up to see Zac smiling proudly at me. After the shirt came my strap sandals
and then it was the moment of truth. I stood there and shook my head in
bewildered amusement before pulling down my shorts and stepping out of
them, watching as Zac seemed surprised. Pleasantly surprised. In the rain,
he clapped his hands a few times and laughed, impressed with my sudden
onset of guts.

	I smiled for a second before firmly placing my hand in the middle of his
chest and giving him a gentle push backwards, sending him off the small
bank and back into the water. He shouted in surprise as the cold water
attacked his bare nuts and asscrack before gasping a few times, and
looking daggers at me on the beach. I smiled and winked at him, intent on
rubbing in my strategic outsmarting of one self-professed boy genius Zac
Hanson. Adjusting to the water temperature admirably quickly, he swam over
and looked up at me, smiling pleasantly.

	"Okay... I've learned my lesson. Help me out?" He said calmly and held out
his hand.

	Now... I shouldn't have fallen for it. Something in me assumed that there
was no way he would be that evil. Very unsuspectingly, I stuck my hand out
and grabbed his, expecting to pull him out of the water. What happened in
reality was very different. As soon as his mighty appendage closed around
mind, Zac clenched his jaw and pulled forward, sending me head over heels
into the water. My back hit the surface sharply and instantly, I was
underneath the surface and it felt as though I'd been dunked into a lake
that had only unfrozen itself recently.

	Slowly, I broke the surface and stood there shivering, listening as Zac
laughed like a hyena and splashed the water. He really took a lot of pride
in what he'd done. I turned around and bit my lower lip, bracing myself
against the fact that my blood had turned to basically ice water and
breathed deeply. There were several things I could do. My mind calculated
and I thought about it as Zac continued to laugh, floating on his back and
kicking his legs gleefully.

	Zac saw me and stopped laughing, "Hey... are you okay?"

	"I'm fine... I mean, sure, my balls just turned to RAISINS but I'm FINE!" I
yelled.

	Zac began laughing again, "You SO fell for it!"

	"Okay, rock star... you're dead." I said and took off towards him.

	"Awww crap!" Zac yelled and climbed out of the water and grabbed our
clothes.

	"Come back here!" I said and followed him out.

	"Okay Reid... I've got your clothes. Are you not gonna kill me?"

	I hesitated, "No."

	Zac didn't say anything before he took off in a mad naked dash for the
campsite. I followed, my own nakedness becoming secondary as I chased him
through the small wooded area, the beauty of his naked ass as he ran not
lost on me. His hair flowed out behind him regally as he ran... he ran
beautifully. Even though he was heeded by the sopping bundle of our
clothes, it didn't slow him much as he hauled bare ass surprisingly
quickly. He was a shockingly fast runner for a growing adolescent boy. In
front of him, I could see our tent and soon enough he tore around it and
dove inside, struggling to pull the zipper closed.

	"Shit!" He yelled, trying in vain to close the tent but it kept getting
stuck.

	Very calmly, I walked up to the door and pushed it open, watching as he
recoiled as best he could. He stuttered with a mock fear as I crept
forward, blood in my eyes. Soon, he found himself backed into the corner
and he smiled sweetly, his eyes shining with a very cultivated innocense.

	"Reid.... I love you..." He said meekly.

	"Uh huh..." I said as I grabbed his shoulders.

	"Reid... Sweetie... what are you doing? I love you... remember that."

	I kept a stoic look on his face as I guided him down against the sleeping
back and held him there, looking down at him with my best "mean" look. Zac
just laid there, smiling agreeably and trying to convince me that it was
just a freak occurrence. Slowly, I stradled his hips and continued to look
down, listening as he tried to joke and make me laugh, figuring out that
it wasn't going to work and going back to the drawing board.

	"Hey... uhhh... did ya hear the one about the guy who got pulled into the
river?" Zac joked.

	"Be real careful with that one." I said, trying not to laugh.

	"Ba-da-bing." He said, "Tough tent."

	"Hey, I got one." I said cold-bloodedly.

	"Really? That's great, baby." Zac said, trying to turn on his world
famous charm.

	I looked at him sternly, "It's about this long haired dork who pulled his
much larger and more liable to fly off the handle friend into an ice cold
lake... and then they found that very same long haired dork when people at
the local McDonalds were complaining that their hamburgers had weird,
armpit smelling chunks in them."

	"That one ain't so funny."

	"Yeah... it's a story with a moral."

	Right away, Zac was suddenly apologetic, "It was pretty cold, wasn't it?"

	"Don't even start that, Mr. Hanson."

	"I'm sowwy..." He said, pouting.

	"Oh God..."

	"Do you need to be warmed up?" Zac said, running his hand down between my
legs.

	"I guess I can forgive you... just this once."

	"Mmmm... now let's warm up." Zac said, raising his head off the wet pillow
and puckering his lips.

	"None of that sweet talk..." I said, my mouth lowering onto his.

	Zac only mumured softly before we began kissing, his lips feeling cool
and wet as they touched me. The inside of his mouth was a different story
and when he tounge slid forward, it's slimy heat sending a huge bolt of
pleasure through my body. To my surprise, Zac's hands found my ass and he
squeezed my cheeks firmly, drawing a squeaky noise out of my throat.
Through our kissing, he smiled and squeezed me again, taking a great
delight in causing me such sudden pleasure. Inbetween kisses, his hot
breath panted over my mouth and he thrust his hips up, rubbing his hard
dick against my stomach.

	The cold of the lake had gone forgotten as we quickly warmed each other
up, our naked, wet bodies uniting together and trying to become one warm,
wet mass. Rain was still falling outside and it pattered on the roof of
the tent, providing a nice, soft sound to compliment the rhythym of our
bodies. Even as we kissed passionately, Zac and I both enjoyed ourselves.
After every few kisses, he would smile and giggle softly, the pleasure of
the moment making him laugh. That's what making love was about. It was
about enjoying the experience. I smiled and began to kiss and suck on
Zac's neck, making him moan and run his fingers through my hair, the
gentleness of his touch even in the heat of the moment surprising me.

	Coupled with the gray light of the sky and the off-white color of the
tent, Zac's normally tanned skin looked paler and a little pinker than
usual. Using my teeth carefully, I gnawed a thin line down the center of
his chest and onto his nipples, teasing the two dark circles and tugging
them slowly. Zac groaned and his legs kicked, his wet ass squeaking
against the stretched nylon of the sleeping bag. There would be no
interruption from the phone this time. I'd like to see anything try to
interrupt us, I thought as I licked each tender nipple at a snails pace,
feeling Zac's heart pounding under my cheek.

	To my surprise, Zac pushed me back and in one motion, rolled over on his
stomach, displaying his pale ass right in my face. I fought with my
instincts to make a witty comment but nothing just seemed to work. His
hands trembling slightly, Zac reached back and spread his asscheeks apart,
giving me a clear view of his tight, puckered starfish. It seemed to
twitch in time with his heartbeat, nearly hypnotizing me and drawing me
in. With a deep breath, I brought my face forward and went to work. Zac's
entire body shuddered as I began to nibble at the top of his crack,
pinching the sensitive skin with my teeth until my lips were brushing the
rim of his whole.

	My aim at that point was torture. Using a technique I'd only really
thought about, I pressed my mouth against his asshole and pressed my lower
jaw inside. Time seemed to slow down as I bit and nibbled on the rim of
Zac's sphincter, stimulating it as nothing had ever done before. Tugging
and pulling it with my teeth, Zac kicked his legs and began making some
noises that I never really thought could come from a human being. When I
pulled my mouth away, his hole was red and squirming, wet with my saliva
and tensing and relaxing... calling to me.

	His muscles flexed with anticipation as I crawled up, my knees making the
sleeping bag crinkle. My dick slid inbetween his ass and the head rested
against the hot, wet ring of his hole. With almost no pressure, his muscle
opened and sucked me in hungrily. My arms tightened around Zac's waist and
I pressed my face into the area between his shoulder blades as I felt his
molten insides grab onto me. Zac then slammed his ass backwards, sending
all of my meat deep into his hole, making me cry out with surprise at his
sudden movement. When my dick was fully buried inside him, Zac cried out
too, obviously not expecting the sensation that instantly impaling himself
would bring.

	"Oh fuck," Zac groaned, his body shuddering violently, "Oh God... what did
I do?"

	"I think... you just deep dicked yourself." I uttered, flexing my dick
inside the deep recess of his ass.

	"Unnngh..." He grunted, squirming under me, "I gotta remember this for next
time..."

	His words made me smile even in the heat of passion as I began to thrust,
working my rock hard prick in and out, feeling the heat and pressure of
his entire body surround it. His whole body was holding and squeezing my
dick. Zac had me. I felt my cockhead slide over his prostate, feeling him
tighten and jerk each time. Every time I bottomed out, my balls would
press against his and as my thrusts sped up, our nuts began to slap
together, creating a mix of pleasure and slight pain. The sleeping bag
tightened and when Zac turned his head, I could see he was biting it,
trying to muffle the noises he couldn't help but make.

	Using the slick surface of his skin, my hands slid easily down around his
hips and I grabbed him, holding him tightly. My thrusts sped up and my
dick slammed deep inside him, our hips slapping together. Zac's grunts
turned into moans and I bit my lower lip so hard I could taste blood, the
intensity of the moment dulling any sensations other than those focused on
my dick. My jaw tightened and sweat rolled down my forehead as my plunging
reached a frenzied pace, Zac's burning hole not letting me out completely
on each back thrust.

	With one final shove, my dick bottomed out deep inside and Zac buckled
forward, his body jerking as he let his cum flow. Ontop of him, I could
feel Zac humping the sleeping bag at lightspeed, pumping his load out all
over the dark blue nylon. When he laid forward, our balls pressed together
and as he came, I could feel them constrict and squirm on their own, warm
and sweaty against mine. His ass cinched down and like always, that was
what drove me over the edge. With a short hiss through my teeth, my cock
let loose and squirted, sending my burning cum into his entrails. It
seemed like every orgasm was more intense than the last one, my nervous
system absolutely vegematicized by the sensations that coursed through my
body. I felt like I was falling faster and faster with each climax.

	At last, our bodies relaxed together and for quite a while, Zac and I
laid together, panting softly and regaining our breath. When our breathing
had recovered, we laid there in a comfortable silence and listened to the
still torrential rain. Every few minutes, Zac would smile and chew my
earlobe for a little bit, not needing words to communciate how he felt. I
rolled onto my side and ran my fingers through his hair, slipping my hands
down and cupping his round face, kissing him gently on the lips.

	When I looked deep into his eyes, I could have gotten lost. They could
have pulled me in the rest of eternity. The love I felt for Zac was so
intense yet so mellow at times like that. The feeling of his hot, flushed
cheeks in my hands and the sight of his chocolatey brown eyes reminded me
what the true definition of 'love' really was. We didn't need sugary
nicknames or little jokes when it came down to it. All Zac and I needed
was to be together. We could get through anything as long as we were
secure in that knowledge that no matter what... we had each other.

	*      *      *      *      *

	"Hey, if you get tired, can I drive?" Zac asked through a mouthful of
Twinkie.

	"No. You can barely walk without crashing into things."

	"Awww... pwease?"

	"In a couple months, maybe."

	Zac smiled, "Seriously? Like, would you teach me?"

	"I'm probably the only one who'll be willing to," I sighed, "Jeez... Zac
Hanson learns how to drive. That'll scare most everyone away."

	"Except my winkiebear." Zac said, smiling dreamily at me.

	I shook my head and sighed, trying to look anything except completely
gooeyed by his words. For a minute, we rode along in silence, listening
and watching the pouring rain outside. Thankfully, I had experience
driving in the rain and it wasn't grounds for crisis, and the heater in
the car was working nicely. Packing up camping gear is a unique thing to
do in the rain but we had managed to get it done with little trouble. We
left the campgounds with little more than a honk in the direction of the
main cabin, not really in the mood to say a special goodbye to the park
ranger.

	Zac didn't say anything as he unbuckled his seat belt and slid over next
to me, laying his head on my shoulder as he buckled in on the center
seatbelt. For a moment I was worried that someone would see it but the
rain, combined with the tinted glass, meant we wouldn't have much of a
problem. I wrapped my right arm around him and hugged him, enjoying his
warm body and the feeling of his hair against my cheek. It made a
dauntingly long drive much more enjoyable.

	"Oh Zackie... you came and you gave without taking..."

	"Ungh gawd!" Zac groaned, burying his face in my neck, "Stop the pain!"

	"Oh Zackie... you kissed me and stopped me from fighting... but something
something today oh Zackie..."

	Zac kissed me on the cheek, "You have the singing voice of a dying cow
but I could listen to you sing forever."

	"Same here, Zac... same here."

	To Be Continued...