Date: Thu, 08 Oct 1998 19:22:50 EDT
From: ldvader@hotmail.com
Subject: CJ '89

"CJ 89"

Hello everyone. This is the first time I post a story. I passed it along
to a few friends before doing so, and they said it was pretty good, so I
hope you'll enjoy it too.

Ok, here's the somewhat legal mumbo-jumbo that seem to come with every
story...  This is a story about two gay teenage boys, one of which is me.
If you don't like this stuff, then why would you bother reading it, dummy!
If you're too young to be considered "legal" where you live, then I guess
the right thing to say would be "Don't read this.", but the realistic
thing to say is "Don't get caught." I did write this story on what really
happened to me about 9 years ago, but if my story should resemble any
other real life events, then it's just a coincidence. I changed the names
of everyone involved to protect the innocent and not so innocent. This is
MY story, so if you wanna use it to do anything other than reading it,
please ask me first. And don't go posting it all over the Net. Here at
Nifty and ASSGM is where it belongs.

I would appreciate having your comments on the story after you're done
reading it. E-mail me at ldvader@hotmail.com . If you're e-mailing me to
tell me that gays are freaks and whatever, well, get a life! Oh, and,
I will just ignore your e-mail.

Ok, here goes....

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We had been on the road for about 2 days, travelling from Montreal, Quebec
to Fort Amherst Nat'l Park on Prince Edward Island to attend the
VII Canadian Jamboree, or CJ'89 for short. I was all of 17 years old then,
just a few months shy of being an "adult"!!

As soon as we arrived on our site, my Venturer Company, myself included,
started to unload the truck and set up our tents. In Canada, Scouts go
from ages 10 to 13, and then you move onto Venturers, ages 14-17. The
Company next to us was just starting putting up their own tents as they
had just arrived a little before we did.

There's a tradition at these camps where every province has a badge made
for the camp and the kids (and the adults too) try to trade their
provincial badge for that of the other provinces and try to get the whole
set. So when we arrived, one of the guys from next to us drops his tent,
runs over to me and says "hi" and asks me where I'm from and if I've got
badges to trade.
	
His name was Simon. And my jaw probably dropped for 2-1/2 seconds when I
saw him, although to me it felt like 2-1/2 hours. He was absolutely
gorgeous! He had short, light red hair, he was a little taller than me, so
probably 5-10, 5-11, he was just wearing a very loose tank-top, and I
could see how well built he was, not too much muscle to qualify him as a
"hunk" but enough to make him look so fucking amazing. And he had the
greenest eyes I've ever seen in my entire life. Dark green. Almost like
emeralds. He was so beautiful! And he was talking to me!!!

I traded him a couple of badges, one to keep for myself and one to trade
later. We went back to our respective sites and continued setting up
tents. A few minutes later, I saw a flag from the North West Territories
go up nearby. The NWT badge is always the hardest to get seeing as how
barely 50 people come from there out of a camp of 12,000. So I called over
to Simon, and said to look at the flag. He didn't know what it was, so
when I said it was the NWT, he caught my drift right away, dove into his
tent, grabbed his badges, I grabbed mine, and we both ran down to meet the
other Company. We got 3 badges each!! We were holding in our hands what
was, to us and to just about every one of the other 12,000 kids, a pot of
gold!! Needless to say, Simon was very grateful about me letting him in on
my trade and we became best buds right there and then and for the rest of
the camp.

We were having so much fun together that we even re-arranged both of our
Co.'s schedules so that we'd have more activities together. As for the
badges, the very next day, just a few minutes before the camp was
officialy opened, we got the last ones we were missing. We both used our 2
spare NWT badges to get the 8 or 9 we were missing. 4 to 1 ratio!!! And
I'm sure the guys that gave us the 4 each weren't complaning!!! When we
got our last ones, Simon and I both jumped up in the air screaming: "We
got 'em all! We got 'em all!" and we gave each other high-fives and then he
hugged me. I was surprised a little, but the surpise lasted only half a
second and I hugged him back. He let me go (all too soon) and said he was
sorry that he got carried away, but he often did that - get carried away,
that is. I told him not to think any more of it. What I really wanted to
tell him was that he could hug me all he wanted.

One afternoon, his group was going biking, but he said he had a sore knee,
and since my group was going swimming, he asked if he could come with us
instead so he could just take it easy and float around. Both sides traded
one kid - Robert for my group went biking, and Simon came with us
swimming. When we came back from the beach, his troop was still out, so he
asked me to come to his tent with him so we could play cards. I said to
him I just wanted to get out of my wet bathing suit first but I'd be right
there. So he came with me to my tent, waited for me to change, and then we
went to his tent. He said for me to come in and close the door cause he
needed to change too. Right away, my heart started beating really fast.
`Is he really gonna strip in front of me,' I thought to myself. Sure
enough, he said, "Do you mind if I change?" "No, no. I've seen guys in
gym class before. Go ahead." So he takes off his T-shirt. He was so
fucking beautiful! He had the perfect chest, the perfect abs, perfect
pecs! Then he turns around and pulls down his bathing suit. What a
beautiful ass!! Completely hairless. As he was bending down, I got a look
straight at his hole. And for the first time in my life, the idea of
licking it popped into my head. I remember thinking how gross that was,
licking an ass hole, but if it's clean, it's just skin, just like a cock,
or a finger for that matter.

I hadn't realised it at the time, but Simon later admitted to me that he
had lured me on purpose and was putting on this little show for me to see
if I was as interested in him as he was in me. When he turned around, I
saw his cock. It was just as beautiful as the rest of him. Even soft, it
was about 5 inches, which is more than mine. The effects of 'shrinkage'
from the cold water had worn off him by now. He was cut, which is a turn
on for me seeing as how I'm not. He had a very light patch of pubes, just
as red as on his head, but his didn't cover his balls like mine do and my
balls were a little bigger than his and hung a little lower. When he saw
me staring straight as his dick, he knew he had me. But then came a knock
on the tent. It was Keith, the guy I was sharing a tent with.

"Can I play cards with you guys?"

"Yeah, but hold on a sec, I'm changing."

"I thought Marc was in there with you?"

"I am, but that doesn't mean I'm looking, stupid!" I quickly answered on
the defencive. Maybe a little too quickly...

Simon tossed me a pillow right away and I burried my face in it. A second
later, he said to Keith that he could come in so he saw me with my face
still in the pillow. "It's ok, Marc. I'm done." So we started to play
cards. We asked Ian, another of my pals from my Co., to join us so we
could be 4 to play Ass Hole. Soon enough, Simon was President, and I was
Vice-President. Keith was Secretary, and therefore Ian was the Ass Hole.
We were lying on our stomachs, I was next to Simon, Keith and Ian were in
front of us. Simon and I started to rub our feet together, my right to his
left, and Ian and Keith never found out. And it was a good thing we were
lying on our stomachs, because I had this huge hard-on the whole time. The
only time we ever needed to change position after that, it turned out that
Keith and Ian became President and Vice and I was Secretary and Simon was
Ass Hole. So we didn't actually have to change positions, just pass the
cards in the other direction. All the while, Simon and I kept playing
footsy! At some point, Simon, being a lot more daring than I was, said his
back was itchy, so he reaches behind himself, but instead of scratching
himself, he puts his hand on my ass and feels me up. I don't know if Keith
and Ian were looking and me then, but I'm sure they wouldn't have missed
my face turning 16 shades of red! That night, after Keith fell asleep, I
jacked off and came more than I ever had in my life, all the time
thinking about Simon, his beautiful face, his perfect body, his amazing
butt, and his gorgeous cock!

A couple of days later, both our groups were going on an overnight biking
trip. We were to pedal to the opposite shore of P.E.I. and camp out near
the Ann Of Green Gables place. When we got to our camp site and, of
course, our two Companies decided to pitch up camp together. When we went
swimming, Simon and I wandered off away from everyone else so we could
talk.

"Marc, I think it's now obvious we both want the same thing."
	
"Really? Duh!" I said, a little sarcastically.
	
"Look, I want to sleep with you tonight. I've messed around with guys
before, but I've never... well... slept with anyone."

"Me either, and the thought of doing it with you for 8 hours is getting
me hard!"

"Really? Can I feel it?"

"I'd rather not. We're still to close to the shore and the others might
see us. Look, I wanna spend the night with you too, but the others are
gonna get suspicious when we tell them that we wanna sleep in the same
tent tonight and also, they'll hear us doing it."

"Well, that's why I got a bit of a plan. We have to get them to tell us
to sleep in the same tent and to go set it up away from everyone else's."

"Well, how do you plan on doing that? You gonna use the Force, Obi-Wan?"
He smiled at my little Star Wars comment.

"Yes, that's exactly it!", he replied sarcastically.  "Look, if we tell
them that we're planning on staying up most the night to talk, they might
get upset and won't want to be disturbed by us so they might tel us to get
our own tent."

"Ok, let's try it."

We started heading back to the shore. We came across Keith, so I said:
"Do you mind if Simon sleeps in our tent tonight? We really wanna talk a
lot."

"Hmm, well... Look, I don't mind him being in our tent, but they're
already pretty small for you and me. If there's 3 of us in there, we'll be
too cramped. What do you guys wanna talk about anyway?"

"Simon just started playing Dungeons & Dragons with his pals back home in
Alberta. I wanna tell him about me and my pals and our adventures."

"Look, Simon said with a very well faked disapointed tone, if it's too
much trouble, forget it. We can always talk while we're riding tomorrow,
Marc."

"I got an idea, Keith said, why don't you two sleep in Simon's tent, and
I'll ask Roger to sleep in mine."

If I hadn't known any better, I would have sworn Keith was beaming when he
said that!! Did he have the hots for Roger as much as I did for Simon?....
Nah, Keith's not gay! Maybe I was imagining things! By the way, Roger was
Simon's tent-mate for the duration of the camp, like Keith was mine. Both
Keith and Roger were hockey players in their schools, maybe that's why
Keith seemed to be pleased by spending the night with Roger.

When we got back to shore, Keith hooked up with Roger and filled him in,
Roger agreed. We told our Advisors what we wanted to do. They had no
problem with us swapping bunk-buddies for the night, but they did have one
about us talking all night. So Chris, my advisor, comes to our rescue and
he suggest we set up a little farther away from everyone else so we
wouldn't bother them. I must admit, to this day, I still wonder if Chris
knew Simon and I had the hots for each other and he knew what we were up to
so he helped us out purposely. Or did he just fall right into our game
plan? If I ever see him again, I'll have to ask him. One way or another,
our plan worked!!! Simon and I never had to say or do anything and all we
wanted to happen did happen!! Neither of us could believe it!!! So we
unpegged Simon's tent and dragged it closer to the shore. We asked a Park
Ranger how high the tide would come in and he said to give it another 15
feet to be on the safe side. Simon and I had agreed the closer to the
shore we were, the better, since it would muffle the sounds of our love
making!

Night time finally came. This was it! Our big moment was approaching fast
and I knew it. We didn't wanna be too obvious to everyone else by looking
to eager to go to bed together, so we stayed up later than the average and
were one of the last ones to hit the sack. When we got to the tent, I bent
over to pull up the zipper, and Simon put his hand on my ass. I bolted up
in surprise and told him to be careful no one saw us! We got in, and we
layed out our sleeping bags in a way that it made one big bag instead of 2
individual ones. It was so hot outside though that we didn't need anything
to cover ourselves. We were just on the sleeping bags, rather than in
them. We both lay there, completely naked and quiet. Both of us wanted the
other so much yet neither of us dared do the first move. Simon finally
broke the silence and asked me: "Are you nervous?" I answered him by
grabbing his hand and putting it to my heart. It was beating at a million
beats per second.

He rolled over closer to me, and rested his head on my chest. I put my arm
around him and rubbed his back. He slowly let his hand roam down and rub
my stomach. It felt like there was this electical current flowing from his
fingertips onto me. I felt so wonderful then, just being able to hold him
and cuddle up to him. Never in my life had I felt so good just being near
someone. Soon enough, all my nervousness went away and I started to relax
even more. I felt his now hard cock press against my leg. He reached down
and rubbed my cock and I gasped.

"You ok?", he asked.

"Yeah. I'm more than ok! I've messed around with plenty of guys on my
street where I live, but it never felt this good."

"Any of them ever done this to you?"

With that, he reached up and brought his face to mine, his lips to mine
and we kissed. I let my lips part, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I
felt that electric current again coming from his tongue. And I felt a tear
roll from my eye. No matter how many words I use here, I'll never be able
to explain how incredible and amazing that kiss was! To this day, I still
couldn't honestly tell you if it lasted 3 seconds, 3 minutes, or 3 hours.
A nuclear bomb could have blown just outside our tent, I wouldn't have
heard it nor been affected by it. I wasn't on this Earth while I was
kissing him. This probably will sound corny as hell, but at that point, I
wasn't just kissing Simon, I was becoming one with him. Our souls touched,
I'm sure of it! I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his
waist. His cock pressed against mine and more of that electricity shot
through me. After God knows how long, he completely collapsed on top of
me. At first, I tought he was just breathing really hard but I soon
realised he was crying. I kept on kissing him and asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's perfect. That's why I'm crying. Tomorrow
morning, we'll head back to camp, and two days after, I'll be on my way
back to Alberta and you back to Montreal and we'll never see each other
again. Marc, I've never felt as good as I do now. No guy has ever done
this for me. No girl I've ever dated has ever turned me on as much as you
do. I've always been a little confused about myself, wether or not I was
really gay or was it just a phase I was going through. Now I know. But now
that I've found you, I'll lose you in 3 days."

"Holy shit, Simon. Me too!"

"What do you mean?"

"Everything you just said! Me too! I'm the exact same way! I always
though it was just a phase I was going through, that I'd go straight
eventually. But now I know!" I paused for a few seconds, kissed him, then
said: "Look, I know it sucks that we'll go our seperate ways in 3 days,
but why don't we both give each other something to remember forever."

With that, he peeled himself off me. "You little bastard! You came!," he
said. "I did?" I had, but I honestly hadn't felt it come out of me. He
bent down to my stomach and lapped up as much cum off me as he could and
then he grabbed my still very erect cock and guided it into his mouth. He
took just the head in at first, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily
pushed my cock all the way into his eager mouth and he took it all in
without any trouble. He went up and down on me, drawing out as much
pre-cum as he could with each stroke. I reached down and put my hands on
his head and started to scratch the back of his neck. I knew it was one of
my weak spots, and from the moans I was getting from him, I knew he liked
it too.

After a few minutes, I asked: "Simon, turn around. I want to do it to you
too." I could tell he was more than happy to comply. He turned and we
faced each other in a 69, he never let my cock out of his mouth. There was
just enough light from the moon piercing through the tent that I could see
his beautiful cock. It was longer than mine. He must have been about 8
inches long. I was about 6-1/2. It felt so good just to hold him. I stroked
it a little and a drop of pre-cum appeared at the end of his cock. I
stuck out my tongue and lapped it up. It tasted amazing. I had never
tasted cum before. I jacked him off again and another drop appreared.
This time I put the whole head of his cock in my mouth and twirled my
tongue around it. Simon let out a huge moan. I slowly took more and more
of his cock in me as he was still swallowing mine. He was so good. It felt
like there were a thousand tongues massaging my rod and trying to get my
juices out of me. I tried to reciprocate as best I could. When I felt
Simon actually swallow the head of my cock into his throath, I yelped. It
felt so amazing. I tried to do the same to him, but he was a little big
and I gagged. He let my cock slip out of his mouth and started to laugh a
little.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You choking on my dick..."

"Well, gee, sorry for trying to make you feel good!" I said, with a
faked annoyance tone in my voice.
	
He leaned in close to me and our lips locked again.
	
"That's all I need from you to feel good," he said. "Everything else
you're doing to me is a bonus."

"You're pretty easy to please. Then how about this for a bonus..."

I layed back down between his legs, but this time instead of sucking his
cock into my mouth, I stuck out my tongue, licked the pre-cum (yes, he
leaked a lot of pre-cum all the time), and went from his tip down to the
base of his dick and then went for his balls. As I gave them both a good
tongue bath, I got him to roll over onto his back and I pushed his legs up
into the air. I now had him fully exposed to me. I stoked his rod as I
kept licking his balls, and then I went a little lower and found his hole
with my tongue. He started to moan and whimper and trash his head from
side to side. I wasn't sure for a second if it was because he was enjoying
it or he was having a seizure!

"Marc, stop! Please, STOP!"

"What? What's wrong? You can't tell me that didn't feel good?"

"Holy shit! It was the most amazing thing in the world!"

"Then why do you want me to stop?"

"I was afraid I was gonna scream! Gimme a minute to catch my breath,
okay?"

I crawled up to him and rested my head on his chest. His heart indeed was
beating real fast. He wrapped his hands around me and I let mine roam all
over his body.

"Jesus, Marc, where did you learn to do that? That felt so amazing!"

"I didn't learn it anywhere. When you were changing in your tent a couple
days ago and you let me check you out, when I saw your butt, well, I
figured it feels good when someone rubs his cock on my ass, like, before
he puts it in, so a tongue must feel pretty good too."

"It sure does!!!"

"Ready for some more?"

"Want me to do it to you?"

"Yeah, but let me finish you off first. You still haven't cum yet. I
gotta even the score!" I said, with a big smirk on my face.

This time, he rolled onto his stomach, pointed his butt in the air and
spread his cheeks with both hands. Just seeing how he was completely
surrendering himself to me, trusting me completely, made me fall in love
with him even more. I put my hands up on his shoulders and slowly rubbed
them. I kissed his lower back, and kissed my way down to his cheeks. I
stuck out my tongue again and slowly let it glide down to his hole. He let
out another long moan when I hit the spot. I twirled my tongue around his
entrance for a long time, and I could tell his ass ring was starting to
relax, so I put my tongue right on the target and pushed it in. It went in
with almost no resistance. I reached in between his legs and rubbed his
cock. There was so much pre-cum!! I scooped up as much of it as I could
with one finger and brought that finger to his hole and put it where my
tongue was. I hadn't even started playing around that Simon begged me to
fuck him. He didn't have to ask me twice!

I kept on rimming him for a while, but his constant pleads for me to fuck
him got the better of me. I kissed my way up from his ass to his back and
eventually upto his neck. My cock rested perfectly inbetween both his ass
cheaks. I grabbed it and rubbed it up and down his crack and eventually
found the opening. I pushed forward, ever so slowly, as I didn't want to
hurt him, but to my surprise, he eased himself back into me and before I
knew it, my whole dick was in him all the way to my pubes. I just stayed
like that for... ever! He was the first boy I ever fucked, and never in a
million years did I think it would ever feel this good. I could feel him
squeezing his ass muscles, giving my rod an incredible massage! Slowly, I
started taking myself out of him and them back in, slowly pumping in and
out. Each stroke felt like a million volts going through the tip of my
cock.

Simon sat up, and my cock slipped out of him. He motioned for me to stay
sitting and he got up in front of me and faced me. With his cock bouncing
in my face, I couldn't resist opening my mouth and sucking it in. He
tasted so good. I loved sucking his cock because his didn't really get
rock hard, it just got fatter and a little more rigid, but he could still
bend it in any direction, unlike mine which get as hard as a rock and
points straight up and if I try to push mine back down, if I go any
further than 90 degrees, it hurts. I worked my way between his legs and
spun myself around with his cock still in my mouth. I tilted my head back
as far as I could. He had been able to swallow my whole dick, and I was
determined to do the same to him.

He was slowly lowering himself into my awaiting mouth. I felt him reach the
back of my throat and I tried to let it go in further but I couldn't and I
gagged once again. He completely pulled himself out of me, bent down to
kiss me and then he whispered in my ear: "Try to actually swallow it. It
might help." And he stood above me and let himself slip into me again. This
time, I tried to swallow him as he had suggested, but it didn't work and I
choked again. He pulled out and kissed me again and whispered : "Forget
it. It's okay. I still love you.  There's a lot more we can do." But I
insisted: "Give me one last try.  It felt so good when you did it to me, I
want to do it to you too." So he smiled and gave me yet another kiss. He
eased his tool into my mouth again and when it reached the back of my
mouth, I swallowed and that time it worked.

His cock sliped even further into me and it excited me even more knowing I
was deep-throathing him. Soon enough, his pubes were tickling my chin and
his balls were on my nose. Good thing I was a good swimmer and therefore
used to holding my breath for a long time. He pumped in and out of my mouth
for a few seconds and I could feel him tense up all of a sudden. His cock
swelled even bigger and I knew he was shooting his load straight down my
throath. I lowered my head so that his cock slipped out of my throath and I
could taste his load. It was the first time I ever swallowed someone's cum,
and it was fabulous. Shot after shot, I took it all. There obviously wasn't
that much, but it felt like gallons. I couldn't get enough of it. God, it
was so good.

Simon's knees fanilly gave and he let himself fall and it felt great
having him lying on top of me. While he recuperated, I kept on licking his
cock and balls and massaging his bum. He turned around to kiss me and I
could tell it turned him on tasting some of his cum still in my mouth.

"I wanted you to cum in me, not me in you," he said with a big smile on
his face.

"I told you I had to even the score. Plus, nothing's here to stop us
now."

"Good, 'cause I want you back in me. You think you're up to it?" he
asked, with the obvious pun.

"Why don't you tell me. You're holding it," I told him with a huge grin.
Then I asked: "Don't you want to take a little break?"

"No way. I can't get enough of you. You're so sweet, so beautiful....."

"Me? Beautiful? No way! Not compared to you, anyway."

"What are you talking about? You are so cute. You got beautiful brown
hair..."

"My hair's always a mess."

"But you're even cuter when your hair is messed up. Guess why I do this
all the time." And he shook my head messing up my hair like he had done
since almost the very first day of camp. I grabbed his hands to stop him.
We ended up holding hands, fingers locked together.

"Your eyes are amazing too. They look brown, but when you look closer,
there's a bit of green in them. I could stare into your eyes forever. "

Now he was really making me blush.

"You have a really cute nose too."

"I have a cute nose?"

"Yeah."

"You're the 1st one who's ever told me that!"

"Well, it is," and he kissed it. He really liked kissing. A lot. Not
that I minded.

"And those lips. Hmmmmm....." And he kissed me on the lips. I was really
starting to like kissing too. It was so much fun. It felt so great. As we
kissed, he let go of one of my hands, he let it slide on my chest all the
way down to my dick. He was straddling me at this point, with one knee on
either side of me. He pointed my dick straight up into the air and soon
enough, I felt him lower himself onto me and my cock was back in his ass.
We never broke our kiss and we moaned into each other's mouths'. He started
bouncing up and down slowly, taking more of my cock with each stroke. He
sat up and I was completely in him. Our hands were locked together again
and he tilted his head back to let out a huge moan of pleasure.

"God, this feels so good, Marc. It never felt so perferct, so right
before. Everytime I did it with my pals back home, it was fun, but I
always felt like... I dunno..."

"Like there was something missing? Like there was something wrong with
what you were doing? Like you didn't really wanna do it but you did it
because your friends expected you to let them do it to you? Like you were
just being..."

There was a rather long pause. Then he finished my sentence for me.

"Being used."

And we both started to cry. Reality had just hit us both really hard. We
were the neighboorhood "easy fuck." The local whore. I felt so ashamed
of myself. If it wasn't for Simon being with me at that moment, I don't
know what I would have done. I wanted to crawl up into a very small hole
and die. I'm sure he was feeling the same way. But we held onto each other
and found comfort in each other's arms. We cried for a good 10 minutes.

"Are you guys okay in there?" It was Chris, my Advisor.

"Yeah, Chris. We're fine."

"Yes, sir, we're okay." Simon backed me up.

"You two better get some sleep soon. It's already half past midnight and
we gotta be up at 7:00 tomorrow morning. "

"Okay, Chris. We will. Thanks."

"Yes, sir," was all Simon said.

We waited a few seconds then I poked my head out the window. I saw Chris
walking away.

"Shit, you think he saw us or heard us?" Simon asked, a little worried.

"He might have heard us crying a little, but I'll make up some story
tomorrow. Don't worry about it."

"Fuck, man. That was close." He paused. "Especially considering you're
still hard and in my ass."

Now we wanted to break out laughing histerically, but we both covered our
mouths as to not make to much noise so Chris wouldn't hear us.

I managed to gain a bit of control and blurted out : "Talk about being
caught with your pants down."

"No shit."

"I certainly hope there's no shit considering what we're doing..."

"YOU ARE SO FUCKING SICK!!!!"

"Shhhhhh!! Not so loud, stupid."

"You are one fucking sick puppy! There you are, the one guy I've ever
loved more than anyone else on Earth, the one guy that has ever made me
feel so amazing, the one I just poured my fucking soul out to, and you're
worried about that!"

"I'm sorry. I was just joking," I said defensively. He actually sounded
angry. I had upset him. The boy of my dreams was mad at me. And I had just
been kidding about the whole thing. I wanted to die again.

Until I saw him smile.

"Fuck you!" I said, laughing.

"You already are fucking me."

"I love you."

"I lovmm hoo dhoo. " It'snot that obvious talking when someone else's
tongue is in your mouth.

I started pumping in and out of him. For the millionth time that night, I
was in heaven. I was really going at it this time. We were lying on our
sides, facing each other, still kissing (of course) and he had his left leg
up and wrapped around my back to give me easier access. I pumped my dick
in and out of him, going faster and faster.

"Wait, slow down," Simon said.

"Please, Simon, let me do it. This is so amazing. Please, let me cum in
you."

"Don't worry, I want you to cum in me. I never wanted anything more in
my life. But jack me off as you fuck me. I'm really close too. You'll see,
it'll feel even better if I cum at the same time as you do."

With that, he rolled himself onto his back and I followed him and ended up
on top of him, my cock never leaving his ass. He spread his legs wide open
and wrapped them around my back. I grabbed his cock and stroked it. I knew
that I could bend myself almost far enough to suck my own cock but was
always short about 2 or 3 inches. I figued if I leaned back a little and
brought Simon's ass on top of me, then bent forward as much as I could, I'd
probably be able to suck him as I fucked him, especially since he was
about 2 inches longer than mine - length-wise, that is.

I re-adjusted us and tried it, and it worked. God I wish I could be that
flexible again today. I couldn't get much of his meat in my mouth, just
the head, but I could keep on fucking him pretty good. I could feel him
work his ass muscles on my rod in sync with every flick of the tongue I
gave his cockhead. I stroked whatever meat I couldn't swallow. I was
getting really close so I stroked him even faster and licked and sucked
even harder. All of a sudden, I felt him tense up and a burst of hot cum
flooded my mouth. At the same time, his ass gave the most amazing massage
to my cock that I had ever felt. This is what Simon had meant about making
it feel better if he came while I was in his ass. Boy, was he ever
right! I let my cum flow into him as he flooded my eager mouth. He tasted
even better than the first time. Try as I did, I coudn't swallow all of
his load and had to come up for air. One or two last spurts shot out of
him, one hitting me on the chest and the other falling on his stomach.

I let myself fall backwards and I kept on slowly, gently rubbing his legs
now on either side of me. My cock was slowly softening but was still
inside of him. He put his hands on top of mine and we locked our fingers
together.

"Marc..."

"Yeah?"

He didn't respond. "What is it, babe?", I asked.

"Hey, you called me 'babe'."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore if you don't want me to."

"NO! I love it! Nobody's ever called me babe before. Not even my
girlfriends."

"Well, something must have been seriously wrong with them because you
really are a babe. A hot one to boot!"

We both went quiet. All you could hear was our breathing and the sound of
the waves outside our tent. I felt so at ease then, at peace with myself.
I remember thinking that, in a strange way, I didn't care if I died just
then, because I knew nothing in this world could ever make me feel any
better than I did. But if I died all of a sudden, that would probably have
made Simon rather upset, so maybe I should hold off the dying. Plus, I
still wanted him to fuck me before we fell asleep. I started to crawl from
under him but he stopped me.

"Please don't leave me," he pleaded.

"Just let me turn around, babe." Since I knew he liked the nickname, I
was gonna use it. I heard him chuckle as I said the word. My dick had
started to re-harden, so I didn't slip out of him as I turned around and
lay behind him. Simon let out another moan as I moved.

"Man that feels so good," he said.

"Speaking of which," I said as I was kissing his neck, "it's my turn,
now."

"You don't have to, you know."

"I don't have to what? Let the most beautiful guy in the world bring me
the most incredible feeling in the world? Call me selfish here, but I
don't give a shit about you, I want those feelings you just had and, whether
you like it or not, buster, you're gonna fuck me and you're gonna do a
good job, ok!"

"Well, geee, if you're gonna be that way about it, fiiiiiiine!" he
replied, with a little bit of an exagerated feminine tone in his voice.

We both started laughing. He turned around to face me and kiss me. My cock
finally slipped out of him and we both moaned into each other's mouths. He
rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me. Our dicks rubbed against
each other and quickly re-gained their full hardness. He let his tongue
slip out of my mouth and kissed his way down my chest, licked my belly
button, then down to my cock. He stopped there for a few seconds as he put
both his hands under my knees and raise my legs up in the air. I could now
feel my ass exposed to the cool night air. Simon let go of my cock and
started licking my balls and then kept on his journey downwards. His
tongue finally reached my hole and he licked me like no one had ever done
before. I put both my hands on his head and started rubbing his hair and
he kept on tonguing me real good. I let my ass relax and I soon felt him
push his way inside me. God, that felt so amazing. Better than the blow
job he had given me earlier. I knew I was now ready for him and I couldn't
wait to feel his cock slip inside of me. I grabbed his hair and gently
pulled his head back up. He stuck out his tongue and let it slide all the
way up my body again. Just before our lips locked, I whispered to him:
"Please.... Take me. Take my body. Make love to me. I'm all yours." He
kissed me and I felt his cock point itself at my back door. He gently
pressed forward and the head of his tool slipped into me. I wrapped my
legs around his back and grabbed his hands in mine and squeezed them hard.

"Are you ok? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Oh, God, I'm *so* okay. Come, push it in...."

I didn't have to ask him twice. He pushed his whole cock inside me in one
long, gentle stroke and it felt nothing short of heavenly. He had done
such an amazing job with his tongue that I felt no pain whatsoever when he
fucked me and his was the biggest cock I ever had. I felt him rub against
my prostate and that sent a jolt of electricity through my whole body. He
started to slowly pump in and out of me, massaging the inside of my ass
better than anyone had ever done before. I wanted to scream out of joy; I
wanted to run out of the tent and go tell everyone how wonderful I felt;
I wanted to call back home and tell my folks I was in love; I wanted to
tell all my school pals I had found the most beautiful boy in the world
and lost my virginity to him. But I couldn't. I was too scared of being
rejected by everyone. Why was something so wonderful, something that, to
me, felt so right considered to be so wrong by society? Again, I felt
tears welling up inside of me, but the joy of having Simon's cock deep
inside me push the sad thought aside.

He kept going in and out of me faster and faster. He was taking his cock
completely out of me, bending down and putting his tongue in for a few
licks, and then re-plunging his cock back in. Before long, he let out a
huge moan, rammed his tool all the way in me, and came inside me. It was
the first load I had ever taken inside me. It felt so wonderful. And the
extra pressure on my prostate soon brought me over the edge yet again that
night. As my ass muscled tightened and loosened on Simon's cock with each
of my spasms, it made him gasp and moan in pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me, his still erect cock inside me. We were both
out of breath and totally exhauted. And that's how we fell asleep. The two
happiest boys on the face of the Earth, hand in hand, one on top of the
other, one inside the other, legs twisted together....

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"Marc. Simon. Wake up."

"Huh? What?"

"Come on you two. It's already 7:30. You're late. You gotta eat, pack-up
and be ready to go in about 40 minutes."

`Holy shit,' I thought to myself. Simon and I were still wrapped together
and both fully naked. If Chris peeked in the tent now, we were dead
ducks! I quickly let go of him and pulled up one of the sleeping bags to
cover us up.

"Okay, Chris. We'll be right out."

I waited a few seconds for Chris to walk away. When he was far enough, I
decided to wake up my lover with a beautiful kiss.

"Hhhhhmmmmmmm...."

"Good morning."

"Indeed, quite good...."

And then he returned my kiss.

All too soon, I had to break it off though.

"We gotta get up."

"I am up. Feel it." He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. He
certainly was up !

"No, not that, dummy. We gotta get dressed. We're already late. It's
7:30. We got about 40 minutes left to eat and get ready to go."

"Oh.... Yeah.... Do we have to? Can't we just stay here and make love
again?"

"Don't I wish. Come on, lazy bum. Get up."

"My lazy bum wants your cock back in it."

"Shhh! Not so loud. People are up, you know."

"Oops!" he replied, not sounding at all like he meant it. For a brief
moment, I sorta felt like he did just then. I didn't care if anyone knew.
I was so in love, I didn't care if everyone made fun of me being
a "fag", I had Simon, and that's all that mattered. But I knew deep down
I couldn't handle the rejection that would ensue from it.

We got dressed, and gave each other one last kiss before we got out of the
tent.

Eventually, we ate and packed up and during the day pedaled back to the
main camp at Fort Amherst.


The next night, we did manage to sneak away from everyone one else and
went to hide in a field where all the cars were parked. It was about
midnight, so we knew we'd be left alone. We made love to each other one
last time. When we started heading back to our site, he pulled something
out of his pocket.

"I made this for you."

"What is it."

"Nothing much. Just a small bracelet. No big deal really, but's it's
something to remember me by. You said purple was you favorite color, well,
green is mine. Here, let me put it on you."

Of course, now that he had given me something, I had to give him something
in return. The next day, the last day of camp, I searched frantically for
something meaningful to give him. So I finally came up with an idea. I cut
a small lock of my hair, took the fishing wire out of my emergency kit and
tied it up. I hurried down to the leather workshop and I was lucky that
everything wasn't completely packed up yet and I was able to cut myself a
small lace. I tied my lock of hair to the leather lace and rushed back to
my site. I found Simon, and I asked him to come for a walk with me. And
then I gave him his present. I saw a tear leaving the corner of his eye as
I tied it around his neck.

"Geez, makes my bracelet look pretty damn cheap."

"Shut the fuck up! I love your bracelet. And it's not like I paid a
fortune for this or that I labored over it for hours. It's a bit of my
hair, a leather lace and a bit of fishing wire. Probably took me 2 minutes
to make."


Eventually, the closing ceremonies came and went, and he was on his way to
the airport. We gave each other a big hug before he finally left, in front
of everyone. It started off as a friendly hug, but I think it became quite
obvious to our friends around us that there was a lot more to that hug
than a simple good-bye. Of course, we promised each other we'd write, and
we did, but like anything else when you're that age, one letter every two
weeks became once every month, then three months, then six, then a year,
and they finally stopped.

Me and my stupid luck, the next day after camp, I hooked his bracelet on
something while we were on the ferry crossing back to Nova Scotia and it
fell into the water. But about 4 years later, I learned how to make
bracelets like the one he did, so I re-made myself one, and in my heart,
the bracelet I'm wearing now is the one he originally gave me.

All this actually did happen to me about 9 years ago, in the summer of
1989. I can't claim that I remember exactly, perfectly every word, but
I know I'm pretty close.

I didn't use your real name, Simon, because I want to protect you
anonymity, but I'm pretty sure you'll recognize yourself if you ever
read this. If you're still out there and you do read this, please write
me back a ldvader@hotmail.com. I want to tell you in person that I still
remember you and you will forever have a very, very special place in my
heart....

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I'd like to thank Teller Of Tales for proof reading this. I'd also like
to thank him and also Outercourse for their support and encouragement in
writing this little peice of work.