Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2008 10:24:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boathouse

All the usual disclaimers apply:

+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
active imagination.

+Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do
so.

+Scenes of sexual activity between a male teen and a young boy are
represented.  Do not read further if this offends you.

+Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot
accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.


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THE BOATHOUSE

(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter - With grateful acknowledgement to Attila,
whose story A ROOM OF HIS OWN first caught my imagination and inspired this
one.  Also a grateful thanks to Zach McNaught who showed me how to get the
stories out there ---)


Colin peered out from behind the tree. Silvery moonlight shining across the
lake revealed a pair of dim figures coming toward his hiding place near the
boathouse.  The pale glimmer of white shorts on the smaller of the two was
easy to spot and he glanced down to make sure his own white camp shorts
were safely concealed by the tree truck.  Then he peered out again,
confident that both his shirt - a deep blue, his cabin color - and his
black hair were nearly invisible in the dark.

Trent's cabin wore gold shirts.  As the rangy counselor came closer
accompanied by Robbie, one of the boys from his group, the moon was bright
enough to show both their light-colored shirts and the tangled shock of
Robbie's blond hair.

Heart thumping with excitement, Colin watched them come straight to the
boathouse.  He had been sure they were heading for the boathouse the moment
he had seen them sneak off in the darkness after the sing-a-long campfire
had been doused.  He had hung back then, avoiding the crowd of campers
pushing into the dining hall for the movie, and instead taken the path that
cut through the woods to the lake, running as hard as he could to reach the
shore line first.

"Boathouse" was a name the counselors used, but to Colin it just looked
like a big shed.  An open end faced the lakeshore and inside were racks
used to store the camp canoes during the winter.  On his first day back
Colin had sneaked away to explore the whole place and behind the racks,
screened by piles of buoy ropes, he had found the mattress Lonnie had told
him about.

"That's where we like did it," his friend had whispered to him.

That had been on the bus going home from camp the previous summer and
Lonnie had just revealed how he had won the coveted prize of a new Game Boy
in the big end-of-camp treasure hunt.

"Trent like told me all the clues the night before..."  He had glanced
around making sure they were not overheard and added with a knowing look,
"If he like does it with you, you get all kinna' stuff."

Then Lonnie had told about the mattress in the boathouse and Colin had
leaned closer so as not to miss a word because it was about Trent who he
and Lonnie both thought was the coolest, most awesome person they had ever
met and anything involving the tall counselor was exciting.

"We like did it on movie nights," Lonnie had whispered softly.  "Nobody
sees you're gone then.  Sometimes during the day, too, like when there was
somethin' else goin' on..."

He had glanced around again and gestured for Colin to bring his head even
closer.  "Once we like did it under the raft in the lake.  There's like
this space under there where light comes up like all green and stuff.  We
like stripped off our swim shorts and did it in the water..."

Colin had been hazy about the 'it' his friend kept talking about, but
Lonnie had seemed to think he did know, so not wanting to appear dumb he
had pretended to understand and hidden his jealousy.  Lonnie had gotten to
do stuff with Trent!  He was so lucky!

Now, watching Trent put an arm around Robbie and lead the slender blond boy
into the boathouse, Colin felt more stabs of envy.  Robbie bunked in
Trent's cabin.  Every kid in camp wanted to be in Trent's cabin because
cool stuff was always happening there - pillow fights, marshmallow roasts,
flashlight tag, midnight pizza parties... it was different every night.
Plus there was Trent, the coolest counselor, who could not only do anything
and play any sport but who now was even more awesome because that spring
everyone had seen him win a big championship-swimming race on national TV.
Colin would have given anything to be in Trent's cabin.  But you had to be
thirteen, and he was a few months short.

It won't matter, he told himself.  Last year Lonnie hadn't been thirteen
either, and he had gotten to do stuff with Trent.

Taking a deep breath, Colin counted to thirty then moved cautiously out
from behind his tree and took a position near the back corner of the shed.
On his recon the first day he had discovered a gap between two boards and
now he put his eye to it, leaning against the wall to be comfortable.

The moon's rays beamed through the shed's open side and in their pale light
he saw Robbie laying on the mattress with Trent kneeling beside him.  There
was a sound of Velcro being pulled loose, then Robbie's Nikes were off and
Trent was leaning over the boy stroking him through his clothes.  Colin
heard whispering, but it was too soft to make out any words.  The
counselor's hand disappeared beneath Robbie's T-shirt and the boy stretched
his arms back behind his head, lifting himself so the shirt could be pushed
up.  Colin's penis hardened, straining against his tight briefs as he
watched Trent caress Robbie's smooth stomach and then gradually work the
shirt up further to slip it off.

Robbie giggled softly as Trent's hand brushed his armpit.  The counselor
went back to stroking the slender boy's bare upper body and Colin's trapped
penis got so hard he was forced to reach into his briefs to free it so it
could stiffen into full rigidity.  Staring through the crack, he could see
that Robbie's white shorts were tented up so he knew the boy liked what
Trent was doing.  He watched enviously as Trent's hand circled lower on
Robbie's stomach wishing it were himself on the mattress instead of the
other boy.

Peter had never done anything nice like this.  With Peter it was just strip
and do what the older boy had told him to do.  There had never been any
hugging, tickling or other nice things like Trent was doing now or Colin
had done with Lonnie.  Colin was sure Lonnie would have showed him
everything, but Lonnie had moved away before school started and Peter, the
big kid who lived up the street, was the only person he dared ask.  Peter
had been his babysitter a few times and they had done some stuff, but Colin
had still been really nervous the first time he had gone to Peter's house.
It had worked out okay - sort of... for a while they had met secretly about
every week and Peter had shown Colin everything.  But it had been - Colin
wasn't sure what...  All he knew was that if any of Peter's high school
buddies were around the older teen always told him to get lost.

At least a million times Colin had wished it had been Trent who had showed
him, and not Peter.  Lonnie had been so lucky!

Now Trent was pushing his hand into Robbie's shorts and the blond boy
stretched, sucking in his lean stomach so it would be easy for Trent's
fingers to slide down.  Colin could see movement under the cloth.  He
pushed a hand down into his own briefs to rub himself, imagining how
incredibly good it would feel if it were Trent who was touching him.

The pumping of Trent's fist pushed Robbie's shorts down off his hips and
with mounting excitement Colin saw that the blond boy was not wearing any
underwear.  The idea of wearing the camp shorts without underwear made him
so hard he nearly betrayed his presence by making a sound, but he caught it
in time.  He watched as Robbie arched, lifting his hips so the shorts could
be slid off his butt.  Finally Trent lifted the elastic waist up over
Robbie's boner and pulled the shorts below the boy's knees, holding them so
Robbie could pull his legs free one by one.  Stripped naked, the boy
stretched out on the mattress, arms extended behind his head while Trent
stroked him, and as Colin watched he saw Robbie squirm then tense and pull
one knee half up.

Colin knew what had happened.  Robbie had gotten the throbbing that felt so
good, the kind that jerked your hips and made you feel like you had to pee.
Colin loved the way that felt, but so far he had only managed to get it
twice because Peter never tried to help and he couldn't do it by himself.

Over on the mattress Trent was leaning close to Robbie, stroking the boy's
side, whispering to him, and Colin thought it would be worth dying if he
could do that with Trent just once.  He stared at Robbie, comparing the
naked boy to himself.  Robby was older, thirteen, so his legs were a little
longer, but Colin was sure he could out-jump or out-run him because he was
stronger.  In his own body, which was hairless and slender just like
Robbie's, you could see muscles from the swim team practices and gymnastics
he did at the 'Y'.  Robbie didn't have any of that.  Their hair was
different, too.  Robbie's was straight and blond, like Lonnie's.  Colin had
black, curly hair.  "White Irish" his mother called him, meaning he had
dark hair and pale skin.  Once he had hated his pale skin, which sunburned
so easily, and he had wanted to look more like Lonnie.  But in the past
year, as he had watched himself growing and developing, he had decided he
liked himself the way he was.

When Trent straightened up to take off his shirt Colin got a good look at
Robbie's stiff boner and saw that it was bigger than his own, but not by
much.  That was okay he thought.  At the 'Y' there were boys his age bigger
than him, but most of them had hair already.  Colin thought hair was ugly
and he was glad he didn't have any yet.  In the moonlight it was hard to be
sure, but he thought Robbie was all smooth there, too.  The summer before,
Lonnie hadn't had any hair and he had done it with Trent lots of times so
Colin was sure it would be all right.

Peering through the crack Colin watched Trent strip.  The moon's rays
slanted across the counselor's lean, hard body showing every muscle and
Colin got so stiff his boner ached.  That was exactly how he wanted to
look!  Trent was so cool!  Colin wanted to be just like him and was sure he
would die if somehow Trent never noticed.

The tall counselor stretched out on his side pulling Robbie toward him and
the sight of their two bodies merging gave Colin a feeling in the pit of
his stomach that made him want to rub himself harder.  What Trent was doing
looked so nice.  It was nothing like what Peter had done.  When he and
Peter had done it the older boy had just made him pull his knees up and
gotten on top of him.  He watched as Trent stroked Robbie and saw the young
boy hug back, pulling a knee up onto Trent's hip.  Then Trent kissed Robbie
on the lips and Colin stared in surprise.  He and Peter had never done
that.  Colin had never even imagined it.  Seeing the way Robbie kissed
back, squirming and twisting his hips as he clung to Trent's hard body,
Colin was sure it must be super nice and he had to bite his lip to keep
from making a sound.  He wanted so much for it to be himself Trent was
holding instead of Robbie.

Were they going to do it now?  Lonnie had said the boathouse was the best
place, but maybe Robbie didn't know how.  Colin hadn't until Peter showed
him.  Maybe they would just do the other thing and Trent would put it in
Robbie's mouth.  Colin had learned how to do that, too, and he knew he was
good at it because Peter had said so.  He hadn't liked doing it with Peter
very much but with Trent he was sure it would be different.  Just thinking
about it brought an aching pressure into his groin and his straining boner
throbbed.

Colin bit his lip again to stifle a moan and then, unable to wait any
longer, pushed his shorts and briefs down around his ankles.  The feel of
cool night air on his naked butt made him shudder with excitement and he
stroked his hard penis, rubbing his fingers up and down the jutting shaft.
The sensation felt so incredibly good he wanted to thrust with his hips but
he didn't dare for risk of giving his presence away.  Instead he pressed an
eye back to the gap in the boards, and what he saw sent another thrill of
excitement shuddering through him.

Trent was stroking Robbie's butt, his palm sliding over the rounded mounds
while his fingertips caressed the boy's center crease.  Colin was sure
Robbie liked it because the boy was squirming against Trent while his leg
pulled up even higher on the lanky counselor's hip.  Colin stopped rubbing
himself and slid a hand back onto his own butt.  From studying himself in
the mirror he knew that gymnastics had developed his muscles and given his
butt a hard jutting curve.  He was sure it stuck out more than Robbie's
did.  Colin knew his was better and he watched enviously as Trent kept
stroking the other boy.  Then he held his breath.  Trent's fingers were
pushing between Robbie's mounds.  The blond boy tensed and then clung to
the lanky counselor, squirming, as Colin felt more aching pressure in his
groin.  Trent had put a finger into Robbie, he was sure of it.  It was just
like what Peter had done to him a few times, and before Colin could stop
himself the thought had made his hips jerk.  Heart pounding he watched for
any sign that Trent or Robbie had heard him, but the two figures remained
locked together twisting on the mattress.  Colin slid a fist on his stiff
boner and jerked again.

Now something was happening.  Trent was turning Robbie onto his back.  They
were going to do it!  Colin shifted position trying to get a better view
and saw that Robbie was turning all the way over to his other side.  What
was this?  Trent was placing his groin against Robbie's butt, so their two
bodies were nested together.  A thrill shot through Colin and he shuddered
with excitement.  They were going to do it!  This was a different way - one
Peter had never shown him.  Maybe Peter didn't know how, but of course
Trent would.  Trent knew everything!  He was the coolest!  Bursting with
envy, Colin watched the older teen lock an arm around Robbie's slim waist.
Then the blond boy was squirming, bending his upper leg and lifting it
slightly.

"Uhhhhhh..."

Robbie's soft moaning cry surprised Colin.  What a little pussy!  Was he
doing it for the first time?  Colin knew the first time hurt.  He hadn't
liked it much, but he had never cried or anything.  He would never do that!
His butt had been sore for days after and he hadn't whined about that
either.  Peter had told him he'd like it better after a few times, and he
had, but it wasn't because of anything Peter had done.  Colin had learned
all by himself how to get open so Peter wouldn't have to force it in, and
that had made it a lot better.

"Uhhh... Uhhhhh..."

Robbie's head was thrown back and his slender body arched against Trent's
strong encircling arm.  Then he quivered, and when his pulled up leg jerked
Colin was sure that Trent had gone all the way into him.  He stared as the
rangy counselor's hips began to grind, wishing with all his heart that it
could have been Trent who had taught him everything instead of Peter.  Why
had Lonnie been the lucky one?  Doing it with Peter had been... he wasn't
sure what, but he could still remember the soft bulge of fat on the older
boy's hips, the dense ugly tangle of hair in his crotch and the tang of arm
pit smell when Peter had lain on top of him.

Trent was so different!  Colin watched the play of muscle in the
counselor's lean body and thought it was the most beautiful thing he had
ever seen.  He wanted to look like that so much!  Everything about Trent
was perfect, even his smell.  Colin thought Trent's smell was like pine
woods on a hot summer day and whenever he could he tried to get close
enough to catch the scent of it.  The idea of being naked in Trent's arms,
the way Robbie was, filled by the older teen's hardness and surrounded by
his smell seemed to Colin like the most wonderful thing that could ever
possibly be.  He rubbed himself, feeling an aching urgency in his groin
that made him want to take off his shirt and be completely bare.  He
started to do it, lifting the bottom edge but the coolness of the night air
on his lean belly and lower back reminded him that he was out in the open
and had to be careful.  Leaving the shirt bunched under his arms he went
back to stroking himself while pressing an eye to the gap in the boards.

Trent was moving.  His hips were pumping in a steady rhythm and when Colin
saw that his hand was in Robbie's groin, rubbing the young boy's jutting
boner, it gave him a tingling thrill of excitement.  That was why Trent did
it this way!  It was so he could jerk Robbie while they were doing it.
That was so awesome!  Peter had never shown him anything like that!  Ugly,
smelly Peter had probably never even thought of it!  He was nothing like
Trent.  Trent was the coolest, most awesome person in the world!

Robbie's legs kicked and then his head pulled back.  As the slender boy
arched, Colin knew he was having the incredibly good feeling Colin himself
had only gotten twice.  Each time he had wanted it to go on and on and
never stop but it did stop and he was sure it was because Peter always
finished too soon.  Trent wasn't stopping, and Robbie jerked and kicked,
twisting against Trent's encircling arm while the older teen kept thrusting
with his hips and rubbing him.  Colin had to bite his lip to keep from
crying out in envy.  Robbie was so lucky - and he probably didn't even know
it!  Colin would have given anything to be in his place.  He squeezed his
butt trying to get the same feeling in himself.  There was a little throb
but it was nothing like what he was sure Robbie was feeling.

Now Trent was pumping faster and Colin's heart pounded with excitement as
he saw Robbie arch again, tensing like a drawn bow.  Was Robbie going to
shoot?  Colin could a little.  The second time when he had gotten the good
feeling there had been hard throbs in his boner that had made his hips move
and warm slippery drops had come out of his tip.  At first Colin had
thought it was pee, but Peter had said it wasn't.  Peter could shoot big
white globs then went a long way.  Peter had shown him the first time, and
then after that he had always done it into him or else let Colin take him
in his mouth.  Would Trent like that?  Peter had.

Colin could tell by the way Robbie's feet were shaking that the slender boy
was getting close and he wondered why the boy wasn't moving around or
making more noise.  When it had been happening to him that first time Colin
had wanted to move around and make noise because it felt so good, but the
moment he started Peter had slapped him and told him not to be a little
fag.  Colin had hated Peter for that.  He wasn't a fag.  He knew about
girls - at school he even had girlfriends - but wanting to do it with Trent
was different.  It was because Trent was so awesome, and because Colin
wanted to be so much like him, and... He didn't know why, really.  All he
knew was that Lonnie had done it and he just had to do it, too - and the
only reason he let Peter do it was so he could find out...

Colin had never even tried explaining to Peter, and after the slap when
they had done it he had kept quiet and stopped moving.  He had hoped it
would be different with Trent.  Maybe Robbie just didn't know...

It was coming now.  Colin knew it.  Robbie was jerking, thrusting his hips
against Trent's encircling arm while the counselor pumped him even faster.
Suddenly the boy gave a little high-pitched cry, "Ohh... Ohhhhh...", and
every muscle in his slim body tensed.  For what seemed like forever Robbie
strained against Trent's encircling arm while Colin watched, rubbing
himself as hard as he could.  Then with another soft, moaning cry the boy
finally collapsed, his slender form shuddering.

Colin held his breath as throbs jerked in his own rigid penis.  That had
been so awesome!  Robbie was so incredibly lucky!  In the dim light he had
been unable to see if the slender boy had shot anything but it didn't
matter.  Robbie had just done it with Trent and for sure he had just had
the incredibly good feeling that Colin wanted so much himself.  Just
watching had brought him close.  Envious and jealous he stared through the
crack at the way Trent was stroking Robbie, running his hand up and down
the boy's flank and hip.

Trent turned Robbie and Colin moved his head trying to see.  What were they
doing?  Heart racing he watched Trent position Robbie on his back and saw
the boy spread his knees to wrap his slender legs around Trent's lean
waist.  They weren't finished yet!  This was how Peter and he had done it!
Colin stroked his hard stomach and thighs in excitement as he watched Trent
get into position.  The counselor's lean muscular body was outlined by
shadow and moonlight.  Robbie's legs tightened around him and Colin heard
the blond boy cry out softly.  Then he saw the pale gleam of Trent's hips
begin moving.

Colin bit his lip, imagining how it must be for Robbie to be filled with
Trent's hardness and felt a longing so strong it nearly made him cry out.
Now Trent was moving faster and he could hear Robbie making tiny moans on
each thrust, "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." The soft little sounds went twisting
into Colin, bringing back the aching urgency in the pit of his belly.  He
rubbed himself, thinking of the way it had felt with Peter and pretending
that it had been Trent instead and felt a series of throbs pulse in his
straining shaft.

"Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh..."

The sounds were louder and now Robbie's feet were kicking.  The two bodies
on the mattress bucked.  Colin saw Trent thrust and hold himself against
Robbie, his head pulling back.  Then the blond boy was clinging to him and
they were both jerking, their naked bodies twisting together.

Afterwards Colin watched Trent hold Robbie in his arms, kissing the boy,
stroking him, and it seemed to Colin that nothing more wonderful could ever
happen then for Trent to do that with him.  He longed to be held by Trent,
cuddled against the older teen's firm lean body, surrounded by his warmth
and scent.

Silvery moonlight glistened on Robbie's smooth slender body as he clung to
Trent, writhing in the older teen's arms, making little thrusts with his
hips.  When Trent kissed him and stroked Robbie's butt Colin's eyes
widened.  They were going to do more!  Trent was so awesome!  He began to
rub himself again, fist pumping on his jutting little shaft.

Even though he hadn't liked Peter that much Colin had never wanted to stop
when they were doing it.  But after shooting off, Peter would just lie on
him for a while then get up and go to the bathroom.  Now, as he watched
Trent slide a palm on Robbie's silky butt, encouraging the boy to continue,
Colin felt an excitement unlike anything he had ever known.  A throbbing
deep in his belly made him catch his breath and then, while the pale mounds
of Robbie's butt thrust in the moonlight, his own hips bucked and hard
contractions jerked his straining boner bringing more slippery wetness
dribbling out of his slit.

Colin threw his head back, biting his tongue to keep from moaning and when
he looked again Trent was on his back with Robbie writhing on top of him.
In the moon's rays that poured through the open end of the shed Colin saw
Trent's finger slide up and down Robbie's butt crease and then the boy
spread his legs as Trent pushed two fingers against his hole.  As they sank
in Robbie pulled his head back, squirming, his slim body lifting into an
arch and Colin tensed with him, fist pumping on his rigid little shaft.
The light was bright enough to show Trent's hand twisting in Robbie's butt,
then the boy's hips were thrusting and Colin's bucked with him, his rigid
shaft throbbing with contractions.  Drops of warm slippery stuff rolled
over his fist...

The moonlit figures shifted, with Trent turning Robbie so the boy lay on
his back on top of the older teen with his hard little penis jutting
upward.  Colin saw wetness glittering at its tip.  Robbie stretched his
arms back over his head and lifted his knees, spreading his legs as Trent
positioned him.  The moon's silvery light showed Trent's big erection
sticking out in front of Robbie's crotch and Colin squeezed himself, aching
for Trent's hardness to be inside him, to fill him completely, the way he
had craved ever since Peter had shown him... except he hadn't wanted it to
be Peter, he had wanted it to be Trent and he wanted it to be himself
stretched back on Trent's hard body the way Robbie was, with the blunt head
of Trent's shaft pushing into his hole... He watched as it sank into
Robbie, the boy's lithe body twisting, and Colin writhed with him, pumping
his fist on his straining boner...

Robbie straightened his slender legs and squirmed to drive Trent's hard
shaft deep into his rectum while the older teen held him loosely around the
chest.  Sliding a hand on the young boy's smooth hairless body, Trent let
him twist and writhe and then reached down to stroke the rigid little boner
jutting up from Robbie's groin.  As his fingers pumped, Robbie stretched
his arms back and spread his legs so far apart Colin could see the
slickness of Trent's thick rod sticking into him.

Trent lifted his hips, driving himself further into Robbie's hole and Colin
felt a throbbing ache behind his own hard penis.  He stared through the
crack watching as Trent moved his hips faster while Robbie stretched back
over the counselor's hard body, straining his legs apart to open himself
for Trent's thrusts.  Keeping one arm around the boy to hold him in place
Trent rubbed with his other, sliding his fingers in a steady rhythm on
Robbie's jutting penis.  The young boy writhed, moaning softly, arching
back to spread-eagle himself on the older teen and then, suddenly, his legs
were jerking and glistening drops of wetness rolled off the head of his
penis.

Colin held his breath, rubbing himself as hard as he could while he watched
Trent continue to thrust.  The rangy councilor's fingers pumped Robbie's
shaft as the boy arched back on him, legs spread apart, slim body turned to
silver in the moonlight.  In the open crack of Robbie's butt Colin saw the
glistening slickness of Trent's rod sliding in the boy, and then Robbie was
twisting, jerking up against the counselor's encircling arm as more
glittering drops came rolling off his tip.

Colin watched, face pressed to the gap in the boards, as it went on and on
with Robbie arched back over Trent, legs spread, squirming to impale
himself on the older teen's thick rod while the Trent kept pumping him into
spasm after spasm that jerked the young boy's body.  Then Trent began to
move faster and Robbie twisted, stretching himself so that every curve of
bone and muscle in his tense slender body seemed sculpted by moonlight.
Trent's glistening rod slid in him and just above the boy's rigid boner, in
the smooth silky sweep of stretched lower belly framed by the vee of his
groin, Colin saw a bulge appear at each of Trent's deep thrusts.  The older
teen began to pump even faster and Colin watched Robbie strain to open
himself.  With a soft groan Trent suddenly lifted beneath Robbie, pushing
up to thrust into him, hips bucking.

Robbie's spread-eagled body arched like a bow.  Mouth open, a bulge showing
in his lower belly, he stretched back in the moon's rays, impaled on
Trent's jutting rod, jerking and writhing.  A glistening spurt shot from
the tip of his boner and then, as Colin watched, more drops arced out while
Robbie's legs kicked again and again and again...

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

The boy's gasps of ecstasy went through Colin like knife blades, bringing a
hard contraction into his own straining penis.  As he thrust his hips a
series of pulsing throbs sent warm slipperiness rolling over his pumping
fist.

When it was over Colin leaned against the wall breathing through his open
mouth, terrified that the two inside would hear him, but when he looked
again Trent and Robbie were locked together on the mattress, arms around
each other, and he could see that the counselor was stroking the boy,
rubbing a palm slowly on the silky mounds of his rounded butt.

Colin took a deep shuddering breath, so envious of Robbie it was hard to
keep looking.  Somehow he was going to find a way to beat him.  The other
boy was older and taller, plus he could shoot, but Colin knew he had the
better build and was stronger.  Somehow he was going to get Trent to notice
him and next movie night it would be his turn.  He would never tell Trent
about Peter, and he would pretend it was his first time so Trent would
teach him everything and it would be just the way he had always imagined it
- the way it had been for Lonnie...

Colin heard whispering.  Looking through the crack he saw Trent getting to
his feet, pulling Robbie up as well.  The boy's smooth slender body and
blonde hair glistened in the silvery moonlight and Colin watched as they
kissed, the boy pressing sweetly against Trent's hard form.  When they
started dressing Colin pulled up his underwear and shorts before backing
cautiously away from the wall.  After fixing his shirt he slipped away back
to his hiding place behind the tree where he halted, listening, until there
was a sound of footsteps going away.  When he peeked out there were two
figures walking off along the beach, their arms around each other.

Tomorrow, he thought.  Tomorrow his cabin would have their first swim and
he knew exactly what he was going to do.  At home he was one of the best
swimmers on the 'Y' team but tomorrow he would struggle in the water and
pretend to be a beginner.  Trent would give him a lesson then.  Trent gave
all the beginners lessons - and there, in the water with the counselor,
Colin would cling and rub against him.  It would work, Colin knew it would,
and the moment Trent touched him he would touch back and then...

Colin was sure it would be all right.  He knew as much as Robbie did -
maybe more - and he was stronger, with better muscles.  He would pretend to
learn fast, Trent would like that, and maybe Trent would take him out to
the float in the lake where Lonnie had said there was a place underneath -
a space with light coming up green from below - and they could strip and
Colin would press his naked body against Trent's, feeling the older teen's
arms around him, and then he would slip beneath the water and take Trent in
his mouth, and then...

Colin put a hand into his shorts to rub himself one last time before coming
out from behind the tree.  Tomorrow, he thought.  Tomorrow for sure!

As he trotted up the path heading back toward camp he told himself that
this would be the last time he wore any underwear.  From now on he would go
naked under his shorts like Robbie...

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All the Best.  Joe