Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2001 23:11:47 -0800
From: David Cross <dcross1@home.com>
Subject: cameron-5

The usual disclaimers apply - ie. no reading this if you're not of age to
read it, and no peeking at this if you can't stand gay people (which would
bring to mind the question of what the hell you're doing reading this
anyway).

Names and places (but not the city I lived in) have been changed to protect
the privacy of both myself and the people who I'm inserting into this
story.

All questions etc can be directed to dcross1@home.com

"Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining
moment that was known as Camelot."

Dear Readers: I apologize for the long delay in this story - I got a case
of writer's block on this one and ended up writing two other stories.
"Shane and Robin" in the High School section, and "The Dance of Death" in
the College section. Now I've hit stumbling blocks on THOSE two, so I'm
back to this one now. Enjoy.

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*** Saturday morning ***

I woke up at 9 AM, eagerly anticipating my day with Cameron. Literally
bouncing out of the bed, humming in the shower, and smiling like a fool
while dressing were part and parcel of my newly-found 'get-up-and-go'. By
9:20, I was in front of one of my mom's famous breakfasts. Scrambled eggs,
bacon, and thick slices of toast - enough to feed an army, or at least it
looked that way. But growing boys need their food, so...

Five minutes later, I'd demolished the breakfast before me, and swiped a
couple extra slices of bacon while I was at it. After putting my dishes and
so forth into the dishwasher, I went back upstairs to brush my teeth, then
gargle with mouthwash. Wouldn't want bacon bits turning off Cameron, now
would I?

I came back downstairs to find my mom waiting with my coat. While I
appreciated the thought, this probably meant more well-intentioned
questioning which I was beginning to grow weary of deflecting. Sure enough,
it began.

Mom said, "Here's your coat, David. And here's 5 dollars in case you want
to get something."

I put on the coat and accepted the money, and said, "This isn't going to
turn out like it did last time, right?" I was referring to that 30-minute
Q&A session that mom and dad had insisted on after pouncing on my
accounting discrepancy.

Mom sighed, and said, "No, of course not! You go and have fun with Cameron,
OK?"

I'd believe that first part when I saw it. However, I dutifully replied,
"Yes, I will. I'll be back around 4 or 5, or I'll call if anything
changes."

Mom smiled and waved goodbye as I opened the door to begin my brisk walk...

Standing before Cameron's house for the third time, I raised my hand to the
doorbell, then hesitated. For just a fleeting moment, I wanted to turn
around and head back home, and postpone this. I worried about whether or
not I'd accidentally let something slip - an incautious glance, a gesture
that seemed out of place, or who only knew what. I was afraid for Cameron,
and I was afraid for myself. Why, why, why? I realized it was close to 10
AM, if not already past that, and I'd have to decide soon or stand there
looking like a prize idiot.

Unfortunately, the decision was taken out of my hands when the door opened
to reveal the apple of my eye himself. He must have been watching to see
when I would arrive, the smarty-pants. Wearing navy blue slacks, a
long-sleeved light blue silk shirt, and a shiny black leather belt to
complete the picture, he looked amazingly gorgeous. I had to consciously
remember not to pinch myself, which my hand was already on its way to
doing, and to instead step inside. I probably looked at him with enough
lust to ignite a bonfire, and he winked and smiled as he played the "good
host".

Cameron said, "Hey, Dave. Want to give me your coat?"

I replied, "Sure. Let me just take it off and... there we go!" As I gave
the coat to him I whispered, "I'd like to give you something else, but
that's going to have to wait." His blush was all the reward I needed.

While he put the coat away in the closet, I took my shoes off and placed
them next to the door. I then followed Cameron to the kitchen, where it was
obvious that breakfast was just being finished. He then said, "Father,
Mother - I'd like to introduce my friend David."

His father, a man of indeterminate age somewhere between thirty and fifty,
but with enough grey flecks in his black hair to indicate he was no longer
so young, looked up at me, and said, "Well hello there, David."

I shyly said, "Hi, Mr. Walker." Clamming up was going to be the in-thing
today, it seemed.

Cameron's mother was finishing her cup of coffee, and as she put the cup
down, she said, "And hello to you as well, David."

Short and simple. "And hi, Mrs. Walker." I hoped I hadn't offended anybody,
and from the neutral looks on everybody's face, I'd passed the test so far.

Cameron's father took up the discussion again. "So you and Cameron are in
the same school and grade?"

I replied gamely, "Yes, that's correct. We knew each other going back a
grade, but didn't start hanging out until recently."

Cameron's mother then began. "So you two are going out for a little while
today?"

I wasn't much for prayer, but at that moment I prayed she didn't mean that
as a double entendre. "Yes, that's right. I don't know what we'll be doing;
we'd made a few plans beforehand, though."

Cameron then intercepted the ball. "Mother, we'll be fine. OK?" I could
tell he was just slightly exasperated by the inanity surrounding this
discussion, and wanted to get me out of there quickly.

His mother and father muttered their respective acknowledgements, and we
left, clearly having been dismissed. However, before we could make it all
the way to his bedroom, a door opened down the hall, but from observation I
could tell it wasn't the bathroom. A girl walked out, and smiled at both of
us. Cameron grinned and said, "Dave, this is my sister, Shayla. And Shayla
- my friend David." I shook hands briefly with her, and she made her way
out of the house as we continued on.

I followed Cameron into his bedroom, and once the door was closed, he gave
me the biggest, most apologetic look possible and said, "I said my parents
were OK, but sometimes they can get on your nerves. Are you mad at me?"

He must have seen the set of my jaw when I'd entered his room. I breathed
out, trying to relax. "No, it's not you, honestly. It's just... all this."
I waved my hand vaguely as though that would encapsulate the concept I was
trying to put forth.

Cameron reached over, and touched the tip of my nose with his finger. I
smiled, relieved to be able to break the tension, and caught his finger
with my mouth, working my tongue around it as I deliberately sucked on
it. I looked down to see if I'd made an 'impression' on him, but the pants
weren't quite tight enough to give the game away yet. Darn.

Cameron raised his eyebrows at my sexual innuendo, and then made a great
show of wiping his finger off disgustedly, all the while a grin tugging at
his lips. Finally, he stopped, snapped his fingers, and seemed to remember
something. He dashed over to his closet, and pulled out the clothes he'd
bought me earlier that week. "Remember these clothes, Dave?"

"How could I forget? You loved the way they looked on me, as I remember." I
grinned, and it was apparently infectious as it caught on Cameron's face,
finally. I reached out to touch his shirt and felt the soft material
between my fingers, then ran my hand down his chest, ending at his left
nipple. I tweaked it, and he gasped and got his revenge by pinching my butt
- not hard enough to hurt though.

The clothes, the clothes. I began stripping down to change, and was
interrupted by Cameron clearing his throat. I looked up and saw him
blushing something fierce - I realized his parents were in the house and he
didn't want to have to explain the situation, either in his room or in his
pants (I could see the bulge now, and silently claimed victory ;) ). I just
grinned and made shooing motions to get him out of the room until I could
get into the other set of clothes.

I materialized in the hallway, resplendent in the new outfit, which still
felt stiff and new to me. I once again marvelled at the willingness of my
boyfriend to take risks to express his affection for me, and hoped I
wouldn't disappoint Cameron, ever. He was about five feet away, staring at
nothing, when he jumped, startled by the click of the door. He put his hand
on his chest and growled, "Jesus fucking Christ!" I stepped back, and he
seemed to realize what he'd said, and mouthed "I'm sorry" at me, with
apology in his eyes once again.

We got our coats on, and stepped outside the front door. Cameron had a
watch on today, and he said, "It's about 10:15 now. We'll probably make it
to Garry Point in an hour. Is that OK with you?" I nodded in reply, and we
began walking...

So there we were. A beach. Sand. A couple of low brick buildings
(bathrooms, presumably), and.. well, that was it. My puzzled look was
readily interpreted, and Cameron playfully pushed me and said, "Dave, stop
being such a stuck-in-the-mud!" He laughed as I returned the shove, and
this went on for a bit as we walked along. I realized we were probably
overdressed for this, but I figured we weren't going to spend the whole day
there. Soon though, the conversation turned to the fundamentals of our
relationship.

Cameron led off. "Dave, my parents caught me in the hallway while you were
changing, and they said you seemed OK to them. That's a good thing,
considering they're normally not much for conversation with me."

"I'd also say that's good, I guess. But what's bugging me is that we have
to tell our parents, sooner or later. We really do." I felt agitated at the
thought of hitting my mom and dad over the head with this double whammy.

He sighed. "I know. But remember when I said we'd have plenty of next
times, although it wasn't applied in the same context. We'll be able to
sort all this out."

I had no choice but to trust him, since my own faith in the matter wasn't
unshakable. I had to ask something else, though. "Hey, I just
remembered. Are your parents going anywhere today?"

"Hmm. I think so - I remember them saying something about lunch with one of
my father's big clients later today."

"Hmm. Sounds cool."

The conversation then meandered, covering trivia and throwing in the
occasional "sweet nothing". Hell, we could have been talking about the most
boring thing in the world and I still would have loved listening to
Cameron's voice.

Finally, Cameron called a halt as he noted the time - 12:30. He said, "We'd
better get back. I think my parents are gone for a while, so I suggest we
take advantage of the opportunity!" A wink from him at that made the
butterflies start doing the marathon in my stomach - in a way though, I'd
started it by being so obvious about my sexual energy in the morning. Oh
well...

It took us less time to get back than it had to go out, so we were winded
as Cameron tried the door to his house, to find it locked. Having been
prepared for this, he used his key, and made a beeline for the kitchen
table. On it was a note, stating, as he'd guessed, that his parents were
going to be away for several hours. He called for his sister, and got no
reply. A saucy grin appeared on his face as he took me by the hand and led
the way to his room.

I was apprehensive yet excited at the same time, and my blood was flowing,
carrying a strange heat all over my body. As Cameron closed the door, I
just about threw myself at him as I huskily groaned, "Do you know how BAD I
want you?!" Without even waiting for a reply, I hungrily kissed him as his
hands began responding, and I loved the feel of silk being pressed against
my body as he rubbed my back and sides.

Cameron broke the kiss, and as I started to protest, he laid his hands
soothingly on my shoulders and quietly crooned, "Dave, I realize how you
must feel, but are you sure you want to do this? After all..." He trailed
off, unsure.

I tried to calm his fears while clamping down on my own apprehension. I
replied, "Cameron, it feels right to me. I want to do this with you, and I
want to be able to share myself - ALL of myself with you. Please."

Cameron nodded, and gently but methodically unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it
off ever so carefully. He did the same with my pants, socks and
underwear. I tried to begin unbuttoning his shirt, but he wouldn't let
me. He just as precisely and carefully removed his clothes. He then brought
me in for a kiss, as he reached down and carefully began stroking me. My
gasp was muffled by his kiss, and it was all I could do to not faint.

Somehow, we ended up on Cameron's bed, my glasses having been removed in
the interim, and he lay on top of me, kissing and licking his way down my
neck. He began rubbing himself against me, and I could only respond as his
mouth kept finding its way lower and lower - down my chest, to pay special
attention to my nipples, then slowly down my stomach until finally his
target was reached - my erection. He looked up and asked, "Do you want me
to give you a blow job?" I nodded yes, and managed to find the breath to
reply, "But I get to do the same thing to you today. I'm not gonna let you
have all the fun!" He giggled, and I joined in. His laugh was sweetness and
light, all right!

A wetness enveloped my shaft, and I suddenly refocussed my attention on the
sight of Cameron's head bobbing up and down on me - sans teeth, which was a
Good Thing, in my opinion. Holy shit, I didn't think *anything* could feel
this good! I panted and gasped as his work affected me most profoundly, but
all too soon, he stopped. I came up for air, and was ready to ask him what
was wrong, when I realized I'd promised to do the same to him. He lay on
the bed beside me, and I hesitantly reached out. He nodded his assent, and
I began stroking his beautiful penis. This time, though, I added my mouth's
work to his mouth, neck, chest and stomach.

I'd had to stifle a laugh at Cameron's obvious heightening of arousal when
I had sucked and licked his nipples, but now here I was at the prime
target. Cameron talked me through it: "First, make sure your mouth isn't
totally dry." Check. "Then lick up and down the shaft with your tongue."
Enthusiastic check. "Then put your mouth - ohmyfuckinggod..." Pre-emptive
strikes are great, wouldn't you say? ;) By now I was fairly successful at
duplicating his technique while keeping in mind his admonition about
teeth. His speech had faded away, to be replaced by incoherent panting and
groaning. I loved doing this!

All of a sudden, though, I realized I wanted even more. I stopped my vacuum
cleaner impression, and sat back, uncertain. Cameron came back to his
senses, and saw the uncertainty written on my face. "Hey. It's OK. we can
just lie here under the sheets if you want." Did he know how dead sexy his
voice could sound?

I replied, "Well... how do I explain it?" I brushed my hand through my
hair, and looked directly into his eyes. "Remember what I said about
wanting you?" He nodded. "I... I want you *that* way. You know..."

Realization dawned on Cameron's face as he got under the sheets of the bed,
and indicated I should lie next to him under the sheets. Oh no. I'd gone
too far, hadn't I? Before he could reply, I blurted out, "Oh shit, please
don't hate me. Please don't think I'm a slut..." His reassuring touch on my
cheek, my shoulder were enough to quiet me.

He got his oar in then. "Dave, stop being so hard on yourself. I think the
world of you, you know." I blushed. "I just want to make *really* sure that
this is what you want. Why don't we do something else, first?"

I couldn't look at Cameron. I didn't know what to say, and I felt
embarassed for my earlier revelation. A finger under my chin lifted me out
of melancholy, but what I saw confused me. Cameron was licking his index
finger, for some reason. Before I could speak, he gently shushed me, as he
reached under the covers toward my nether regions. At first I thought he'd
come up with a new masturbation technique, but he reached past my hardness
and towards my love hole. I still didn't get it, but his finger brushed
across my entrance, and I felt my erection get just a tiny bit bigger, if
that was even possible.

That didn't compare to what happened next. As Cameron's finger entered me,
all reason left me, and it was all I could do to choke out, "Oh
maaaaan. That's *good*!" Dimly, I was aware of a stroking action taking
place, as he began moving his finger in and out. A minute later, I felt a
pressure against my asshole, and then let out a strangled yell as his
middle finger joined in the invasion. This was quelled a second later when
I felt them twist inside me and poke something just above the
fingertips. Whatever that was, it made my organ begin leaking more precum.

I found words again. "Oh. My. God. How did you ever figure this out?!" I
heard the reply distantly, as though I were farther away physically
(mentally, I guess I was, since I was enthralled by the sensations coming
from my rear end), as Cameron spoke. "I dunno. Just thought this might work
instead." I felt rather than saw his shrug as he continued to massage my
interior.

I couldn't take much more of that, and needed a release. My hand wandered
to my wet hardness, and began stroking, but my hand was pulled away and I
felt an enclosing warmth on it instead as Cameron's head bobbed up and
down. Before long, I was too incoherent to do more than let out a cry as I
exploded in Cameron's mouth. I saw nothing but stars as the orgasm coursed
through my body.

I came back down to Earth, and saw Cameron's Adam's Apple jump as he
swallowed my essence. I was conscious of a sharp pain in my rear, and
winced as I tried to wriggle free of his fingers. He saw what I was doing,
and abruptly pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling void. However, I
was relieved of the pressure, so it was all good. I shakily sat up, my hand
on his shoulder as I brought myself closer for a kiss. The taste was
strange, yet erotic. This was *me* in another guy's mouth. I tried
swallowing and kissing at the same time and ended up choking as he giggled
next to me, having divined why I was choking. A poke in my shoulder. "You
couldn't resist trying to get more of yourself, could you?" His wink and
ready smile played across his face before he stood up, and indicated his
hand, which, while apparently unsoiled, was not currently suitable for any
use until vigorously washed with soap and water. A towel landed on my head
as I heard footsteps leaving the room.

I didn't really see the need to wipe much off, except my organ, so I
quickly took care of that, and then spread the towel on the bed, lay on it
and tossed the covers back over me, as I felt exhaustion take over...

A hand on my shoulder. A voice. "Dave?" I opened my eyes, and yawned. I
said, "Sorry, man. I was tired--" Cameron replied, "It's all right. You
weren't out for long, but I spent a good five minutes washing my
hands. Then I gargled with industrial strength mouthwash!"

I wanted to make sure I hadn't done anything wrong, though. "Look, I didn't
mean to fall asleep in your bed..." I trailed off as a hand brushed through
my hair, and I felt Cameron lay across my chest, perpendicular to me. He
kissed my chin, and said, "You need to relax. We just had *sex* and you're
worried about etiquette!" A chuckle escaped his lips as I blushed.

As my hand wandered over Cameron's legs, I again marvelled at the strength
I felt within them, but couldn't help noticing he hadn't been 'satisfied'
yet. I also still wanted him in me, but wasn't sure how to tell him. I
reached over to stroke him, and I was rewarded with a low moan as his eyes
closed. I spoke up. "Shouldn't we take care of this now?" I flung the
bedsheets off me, and we shifted positions. He seemed to know what it was I
wanted, and asked, "Are you *really* sure you want to do this? I won't
force you to if you don't want it, but if you do, I'm not going to say no."
I nodded as I began to spread my legs for him.

Cameron tentatively knelt in front of me as I lay on my back, legs in the
air, where he could enter me any moment he chose. His hesitation was
visible as I begged him. "I want you to take my virginity, please." His
resistance weakened, and as I watched him spit on his hand to lubricate his
engorged tool, a logical portion of me noted the fact that he was easily
just about as virginal as I was, save for his experimenting a year-plus
ago.

Cameron grabbed the towel to wipe his hand off, and placed his cockhead
against my willing hole. He said, "Dave, you do realize this is going to
hurt?" Fear ran through me as we prepared to enter uncharted territory.

Nothing could have prepared me for the explosion of pain that rocketed
through me at his successful entrance. Although he was barely in, I was
panting faster than a dog on a summer day, and I probably made fingernail
marks on Cameron's bed as tears flowed from my eyes. I started to whimper,
as Cameron bent down to kiss me softly and try and take the pain away. It
helped, as I began to focus on the ministrations of his mouth and tongue
and forget that there was this alien cylindrical object all of a sudden
inside me. Slowly, I began to relax, only to tense up again as another
explosion of pain blasted from my rear end. I dazedly realized he must have
instinctively pushed in again when I relaxed.

Eventually, after some cajoling on Cameron's part to be calm and relax, he
managed to push all the way into me, and this time I merely winced
slightly. He stayed that way for a moment, and looked at me as I reached up
to feel his chest, as I had the other time. This time, his chest was sweaty
and I could see and feel it visibly heaving as his heart raced. I was
filled with awe at realizing the tremendous self-control it had probably
taken for him to not let instinct take over completely. I was swallowed by
Cameron's deep brown eyes as I nodded, entranced.

I felt Cameron withdraw, then just before the point of complete exit, I
felt the slow but steady re-invasion of my interior. I took a sharp intake
of breath as the end of the push seemed to hit something inside of me. I
murmured, "Do that again, but faster." He obliged as the stroke went
faster, and again, that final inch seemed to hit something in me that made
me gasp. "Oh man, do that. Keep doing that. Oh, Cameron, fuck me, PLEASE!"
I probably spoke too loudly, but I didn't care. Nobody else was around.

Soon, sweat was dripping off Cameron's forehead as my legs were held fast
by his shoulders and he relentlessly pumped in and out of me. I was lost in
another world, feeling the guy in my arms give me sensations I never knew
even existed. The stimulation inside of me, whatever he kept hitting at the
end of his stroke, was rapidly driving me to a familiar sensation I had
only ever gotten when jerking off. I had to warn him. "Cameron, I think I'm
gonna... gonna--" Too late. What he was doing finally sent me over the
edge, and I saw stars and nothing else as wave after wave of orgasm flowed
through me. It didn't even register that a couple of shots had hit my mouth
and nose; the strength just overwhelmed me.

I came back down to earth just in time to see Cameron's eyes close, his
mouth slightly open, as his breathing quickened, and his movements in me
became even more strenuous. In another few seconds, the first grunt from
him was followed by the incredible feeling of warm liquid filling me. Spurt
after spurt of fluid filled me as Cameron writhed in my arms in his
orgasmic bliss. Finally, his strokes petered out, and he collapsed on top
of me, kissing me with abandon.

All too soon, however, exhaustion took its toll on both of us, and I winced
as Cameron slowly pulled out. He then collapsed beside me, and as I turned
on my side, my back to him, he snuggled up behind me and draped his arm
across my chest after pulling the bedsheets over both of us. Sleep soon
overtook us as our breathing slowed and evened out. The last thing I
remembered saying was a low whisper: "Cameron, you really rocked my world."

*** Interlude ***

Shayla Walker, Cameron's sister, re-entered the house at about 2:00 PM, and
was struck by strange noises seeming to emanate from within Cameron's
room. She grinned to herself at the discovery that her "little brother" was
having sex, but did a double take when she heard what definitely sounded
like a male voice on the other side of the door: "... Cameron, fuck me,
PLEASE!"

In confusion, Shayla retreated to her bedroom and lay on the bed, lost in
thought as the occasional grunt or moan made itself known. She decided it
probably didn't make that much of a difference anyway, and if Cameron was
having sex with that other guy - what was his name? David, that was it -
they certainly made a cute couple. A sudden wicked streak of curiosity
manifested, and she silently treaded to her bedroom door and cracked it. No
sounds now. It was 2:35, so it was a reasonably safe bet that the 'session'
was ended. She tiptoed over to his door and put her ear against it. Still
no noise.

Yet Shayla hesitated again. She was *so* going to catch shit for this if
anyone was awake on the other side of the door, but finally curiosity won
out over caution, and she slowly opened the door. The sight that greeted
her was one of Cameron spooning David, his arm carelessly slung across
David's shoulders. Both guys' eyes were closed, and they were sound asleep.
It was the cutest thing she had ever seen, and unwilling to disrupt
anything, she vanished as quietly as she had entered.

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And so ends part 5, ladies and germs. ;)