Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2000 21:54:24 EDT From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com> Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 13 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * * A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 13 - We'll have these moments to remember. January 2000 As our second Anniversary date neared, we still hadn't figured out a way to get together. It made us realize that we would, in all probability, get only a very few chances to be together. We would have to choose one or two of our special days to celebrate and suffer the others alone and in silence, as we had during the past year. Right now I'd settle for any of these days, I didn't care which one, as long as it was all quality time. The sort of time where we could give each other small injections of love, siphoned out of those vast repositories which were housed deep in our souls. Then one day it happened. The phone rang and Joe called me to the phone. "Hello." "Billy, its me. I've figured it out. You're going to love this." I held my breath as David continued. "My dad has agreed to let me go on an overnight camping trip over the Labor Day Weekend. The trip is to be sponsored by the recreation department and they are going to the Boy Scout camp on Owasco Lake. That's only twenty minutes from where you live now. I went on another trip like this before, with a group from where I used to live, and they don't supervise these overnighters very well. I've talked to some of the boy scouts who have gone their for the scouting summer camp and they tell me that there are a lot more cabins there than our rec. group will use. If you can come, we can sneak into one of the empty cabins and we can celebrate our anniversary there. Well? What do you think?" "I think you're a damn genius. God, it sounds too good to be true. Look I'm not sure where that lake is from here but I'm sure Patrick will know and I can get him to tell me how to get there. Oh, wow, we're finally going to spend some time alone." "I love you Billy and I told you that I would find a way for us to be together. Remember what I've always told you, you've got to trust me, dude." "I remember and I do. You don't have to tell me. I love you, too, and I'll see you then. I can't wait. I'll go ask Patrick about it immediately. By the way, which day do you leave?" "We go on Saturday and come back Sunday but that will give us Saturday night to ourselves. I'll find a way to disappear. I'll leave a note in the boathouse that will give you all the little details, once I find out what is planned for the group. See you then, lover, and rest up. You're going to need all of your strength." "Don't worry. I'm on complete bed rest until then. Love you. Bye." I went looking for Patrick and found him sitting on the front steps. "Hey, Patrick. Let's go for a walk." "Yeah, nothing doing around here." We walked down the street for privacy. "I wanted to get you get you away from the house so I can ask you some questions without the chance of anyone else overhearing. David just called and told me that he is going to camp out Labor Day weekend and I'm planning on going to meet him there. Do you know how to get to the Boy Scout camp on Owasco Lake?" "Yeah, sure. It's easy. I'll go with you and take you there." "Uh, we kind of wanted to be alone, if you don't mind." "Why? What do you have planned?" Now I was backed into a corner. I had to make another quick decision. Do I try to make up a story and hope that he believes me or do I tell him the truth? After all, Pat and I were fairly close and he's been really cool so far. I really hated to lie to him. I decided to take a chance. "Well, David's my boyfriend and we want to be alone." "I kind of figured that from our trips to see him. I knew you two had to be more than just best friends to keep making that trip." "Then you don't hate us for being gay?" "Hell, no. What ever floats your boat, dude." "Are you gay?" "No, but I have tried some things with friends at different times. It's okay but well it's just not my thing. I don't care what other people do, though." "Thanks. I'll sleep on the floor from now on so you don't have to worry." "Why? Just because I know about you now doesn't mean that we have to change things. Hell, I've suspected that since about our second trip to see David and I didn't ask you to stop sleeping on the same bed with me then. Damn, guy, we're friends and that isn't going to change. I'll draw you a map and I want you guys have a good time but you don't need to fill me in on the details when you get back." "Thanks, I'll remember that. You truly are a good friend." As we continued walking I decided to tell Pat that that was the reason why David's father didn't want us to see each other. I didn't tell him that he caught us doing the wild thing with each other, just that he found out that we were gay and loved each other. I felt relieved to finally tell him and more relieved that he didn't seem to have a problem with it. The next few days were spent totally concentrating on my little trip. Pat gave me the map, I packed up my things and Pat said he'd cover for me if any one noticed that I was gone but he doubted that would happen. When Saturday arrived, I took the bike and started out to meet my lover. I got to the camp after David's group arrived. I walked the entire perimeter of the camp, making sure to stay out of sight, but familiarizing myself with its layout. I spotted the mess hall, the counselors' cabin and made a mental note of which cabin had campers staying in them. I located the infirmary and the boathouse and I waited until everyone was at lunch before I went there. I found nothing in the boathouse and assumed that David hadn't had a chance to leave his note. I walked back into the woods and waited, hiding from anyone else who might be there. As I sat in the woods waiting, I noticed that there was a lot of activity around the lake beside these campers. I now understood that I could move around a little more freely and, still, not be noticed. I waited until late afternoon before I worked my way to the boathouse again and sure enough, there was something waiting there for me. Beside the note, David left me some food from the mess hall. He had wrapped it up in one of his shirts. Damn, is he thoughtful or what? I read his letter and it looked like he had everything planned, right down to the cabin name where we were going to meet. He said he would go there just before everyone went to the big bonfire because he was sure they wouldn't miss him with all the things they had planned to go on while they were there. We would spend the night together and then he would rejoin his group at breakfast. I was more pysched than ever. I decided to go directly to the cabin and spend my remaining time there, waiting for him. It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day so I propped the window flaps open slightly, not enough to be noticed though, so I could get some air circulation going in the cabin. It was early evening when I heard a faint knock on the door and David entered the flimsy door. In his hand, he was carrying a small collection of wild flowers that he must have picked on his way over. He held them out and smiled. I took them from him, wrapped my arms around his arms and chest and smothered him with the most passionate kiss I could muster. The sky was clear and the pale, silver light, which reflected off of the waning half-moon, filtered into the cabin and gave us enough light to see each other by. When we broke the kiss, David held out another package that contained food from dinner, wrapped in another of his shirts. "I don't need food, I need you," I said looking into those dark brown pools that suck me so deep into his soul. "You're going to need your strength so eat while I make a few preparations." While I ate, David pulled a little box out of his pocket and set it on the table. It was an unwrapped jewelry box. I told him he shouldn't have gone to such trouble because I didn't have anything for him. He told me that this was just to make up for all of the trips I had made to see him. I pulled up the lid and there was another charm, a little gold number two. "It's so you remember our second anniversary." "Hell, if I put too many more charms on this chain I won't be able to lift my head." "You'll manage if you love me." Obviously, that ended my protestations. When I finished eating, David took a small container out of the same pocket from which he had pulled the charm and he pulled out a small cylinder that he opened and sprayed into each corner of the cabin. I'm not sure if it was an air freshener, a perfume or a breath spray but it sure made the musty cabin smell better. Now, he walked toward me and started kissing me and slowly removing my clothes. I decided to do the same to him and we were soon naked, lying on an unmade cot in this hideaway of love. We kissed each other from one end to the other and we made sure that we re-familiarized ourselves with the other one's anatomy. We were very energetic with each other and we happily continued our exploration. "Do you want to pick up where we left off the day my father caught us?" "Do you mean.?" "Exactly," and with that he handed me a small bottle of baby oil, although I didn't see where that came from. "Maybe that one is bad luck for us." "Nonsense. Get over here. It's your turn to do the work." We energetically oiled each other up and David placed himself on the bed. I lowered my body onto his and then I rode him for all I was worth. It was wonderful to feel my lover's magic wand inside of me again and I tried to concentrate so I could burn every wonderful second of this session into my brain. I didn't want to forget any part of this wonderful, loving time together. After raising and lowering my body up and down on his shaft for several minutes I let him know how much I was enjoying this. "This is terrific David," I said in between pants. "I've never enjoyed anything more. I love what we're doing and I love you. I wish this could last forever but I know it will soon end. I just want you to know that you can share your love with me like this any time you wish." I could see David smile in between the contortions his face was doing as I continued to ride his organ. This time there would be no interruption and I would give my lover the greatest effort I had to offer. After many minutes of hectic gyrations, I felt David fire his first load up my boy hole and that caused me to spew my cream all over both of our bodies, the cot and the wall. We collapsed beside each other, struggling to find the other one's lips, so we could kiss our way into oblivion. "See. I told you that it wasn't bad luck. In fact, it was better than I remembered it on the day my father so rudely interrupted us. I guess that I'll have to teach him some manners and get him to knock before he enters my room." We both laughed, breaking the little tension that had filled my body with the mention of his father, and we went back to kissing and holding each other again. "As soon as you get you strength back," I said looking at David, "you'll have to return the favor." "You want me to do the same thing to you?" "What goes around must come around," I advised him. "Beside, it time you did a little bit of the work." "Fair enough." When David informed me that he was ready, he repeated the same loving act on me. I thought it was the most fantastic experience I had ever known but I guess that I would have thought anything David did to me or with me was fantastic. I shuddered as he lowered himself down my mast and I was sent to on a rocket ship into the depths of space as he loving glided his body up and down my pole until my cannon fired. Considering all of the time that I had to wait to be able to do this, I unloaded the most voluminous and most forceful geyser into his hole than I had ever had the pleasure of producing before. I was almost afraid that I might drown him with the quantity of liquid that I flooded his bowels with. It took a great deal of time for me to return from mind-blowing high that I experienced from our coupling and it took many more minutes before I was anything but a babbling idiot. Once I had regained my composure, we loved each other throughout the night and when the meal bell was rung the next morning, David dressed, kissed me and left to join his group. He told me we'd make other plans later. I hated to see him leave but I knew that we couldn't remain together any longer without running the risk of being discovered. That was definitely one thing that I didn't want to happen. There was no way that I wanted his father to find out that we had been seeing each other in secret just so he could pull us apart again. I dressed, cleaned up the cabin and closed it up the same way I had found it. I went to where I hid my bike and rode back to my foster home. I found Pat out in front of the house when I returned and he smiled and followed me to the back to put the bike away. "Well? Did it go as you planned?" "And better," I told him, trying to remember each wonderful minute we had enjoyed. "I'm glad," was all that he answered and he helped me into the house and up to our room. David and I weren't able to get together at Thanksgiving, Christmas or for our fifteenth birthdays but David was devising a way we could see each other over the spring break. Unfortunately, that event would mark the second anniversary of when our troubles began. We briefly discussed this fact but we determined that it would be best if we didn't dwell on that part of our lives. I promised David that I would meet him wherever he chose and he promised to call me with the details. It was mid March when my lover boy finally called me. David's freshman class was going to Disney World over the spring break. David booked his own room, a single, and he had purchased an airline ticket and a week-long pass to Disney World for me to join him. He said he would send the plane ticket in the mail so I could fly down to meet him, stay with him in his room and then we would do Disney World together. I asked him if he wasn't afraid of getting caught and he told me no. He said that he had heard from a bunch of upper classmen that the faculty doesn't supervise these trips very closely and everyone forms their own groups and goes their own way. With that freedom, we would just form our own group and do our own thing without any of his other classmates. He thought if we wore hats and sunglasses we could pull this off without anyone suspecting a thing. Once more I told Patrick about our plans and he told me to tell Sally that I was going to go camping with a bunch of friends from school. He knew she'd buy that, not that she really cared, and it would cover me for the whole time. I thanked him, again, and told him that David and I owed him big time. Even though he said it wouldn't be necessary, I promised him that we'd find a way to pay him back. The day finally came and my heart soared, along with the plane. It was my first flight. David met me at the airport and arranged for our ride to the hotel. We went up to our room and, while I got settled in, David explained our itinerary for the week. I really wasn't concerned about what we would do, as long as we did it together. David paid for everything on his father's credit card, if only he knew, and we had a wonderful week. We loved each other every evening and ran around and tried the rides every day. We had three very romantic dinners together during the week while our other meals were all impromptu. Our final night together was spent exchanging our love. We ate on our way back from the park and we decided to take a shower before we did anything else. We stripped down and climbed into the shower together and we spent the next hour enjoyed each other's body. I washed David's gorgeous frame first, lathering up every inch of skin and lovingly removing all of the dirt and sweat that the day's activities had produced. When I had finished cleaning his genitals and then letting the water rinse off the remaining residue of soap, I stroked his penis until it was rigid and then took him into my mouth. I worked his woody with my tongue and lips, gently pumping my mouth up and down on his shaft until his gonads exploded and flooded my mouth with his juices. I felt his knees buckle as he filled me with his cream and I helped to support his body until he had recovered. When he was once again able to stand under his own power, we switched positions and he did all of the same things to me that I had just done to him. When we had completely finished with each other in the shower, we toweled our lover's body dry before we went out and hopped onto the bed. I grabbed the remote off of the nightstand and flicked the television on for background noise to cover the sounds that I imagined would soon follow. I pulled David toward me and started to cover his face and neck with kisses. Finally, I zeroed in on his luscious lips and we exchanged the most passionate and loving kiss that two people had ever shared. Our tongues dueled with each other as we each tried to explore and examine the lining of our lover's mouth and sample his unique flavor. We continued to kiss for nearly a half an hour before I kissed and sucked my way down to David's groin. Once again I moved toward his obelisk of love and soon I had it in my mouth. As I began to suck on it and bob my head up and down to bring him to his climax, David told me to swing my body around so that he could do the same thing to me. I didn't hesitate and I quickly swung my groin over his head to give him access to my boyhood. Together we worked at bringing each other off, applying as much suction and stimulation as our oral cavities could deliver. I was also using my hands to fondle and tug at David's scrotum while he did the same thing to me. After several more minutes of this intense stimulation, I felt David's testicles pull up toward his body, his penis expand in my mouth and I could feel him moan of my own sausage as he unleashed a torrent of his seed into my mouth. I barely had a chance to savor the sweet taste of his love sauce before I felt my own juices bubbling over and spilling into David's gullet. After he sucked my hose dry, we snuggled up together and fell asleep. We must have slept about an hour before we awoke. I had been staring at David's sleeping form for about five minutes before his eyes began to flutter and he shook the last vestiges of sleep from his body. He smiled at me before he leaned up to give me a quick kiss and then he pulled my head onto his chest. We cuddled like that for a brief time before I told him what I wanted next. "David, all of the time that I was in the juvenile home and being raped by my dorm mates, I just prayed that I would have another chance to make love to you. I've had that happen several times since we've been back together but I need you in me again, now. Please, make love to me and remind me what it feels like to have my lover's shaft sliding in and out of my hot, hungry hole." David kissed me again, got up to get his bottle of baby oil and then he returned to the foot of the bed. I had been busy placing a pillow, folded in half, under my butt and I pulled my knees up to my chest as he got into position. He lubed us both up quickly and he was soon ready to push his erect love muscle into me. I felt every inch of his joystick as it slid into my tunnel and I enjoyed every thrust that he made into me, especially when his cock would brush against my prostate and send electrical shocks throughout my body. He continued to give me this pleasure until he stiffened up and deposited his jism into by interior and then we kissed some more until we swapped positions. I took it a lot slower with David because he wasn't as accustomed to taking a dick up his ass as I was. I mean, for a year I was getting at least three or four dicks shoved up my butt nightly. Tenderly I eased my way into his tight, smooth channel and I built up a nice, gentle, steady rhythm to make sure that he received as much enjoyment as I could give him. I made sure that I had the right angle to hit his prostate as often as I could and David moaned audibly each and every time I hit my target. Before long I felt that familiar tingle in my groin and it wasn't long before old faithful erupted and coated David's bowels with my thick, creamy treasure. I bent forward and kissed my soul mate amorously as I let my prick deflate and fall out of his cavity. Then I lowered my body next to his and we stayed wrapped in each other's arms for the rest of the evening. The next morning we got up, showered, dressed and ate. Our week together had ended and it was now time for us to depart. Neither of us wanted this magical week to end but we knew that we were out of options. David escorted me to the airport to catch my flight before he returned to the hotel so he could leave with his class. My eyes filled with tears as I watched him ride off in the taxi to rejoin the others, not knowing with any certainty when we could share some more quality time together. The whole week had gone off without a hitch and the memories of our time together would have to sustain us through the long dry spells ahead. When I returned to my foster home, Patrick and I discussed the entire trip, sans the evenings, and I thanked him several time from both of us for all that he had done to help make our trip possible. David and I had already started planning our surprise gift for Patrick to show him how grateful we were for his help and support through all of this. We didn't have all of the details ironed out but we were sure that he would love it and that he would know the depth of our gratitude. Now all we had to do is to make all the pieces come together. Let the preparations begin! * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.