I'd like to thank all of the people that have e-mailed me with comments about how much you liked the story. To answer your questions, the other stories that I wrote for nifty are "Freshman Fantasy" in the high- school section, "My Little Friend Jimmy" in the adult-youth section, "Black Sheep" in the young friends section, and "Little Soccer Boy" in the adult-youth and athletics sections.
If you have comments about any of the stories I have written, including this one, they will be greatly appreciated if you mail them to me at boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com
Many of you have asked me if this story is true. Sadly, I have to be honest and say this story is merely part of my fantasies.
And now, on to the story...
"Crush" Part 3
I
Needless to say, after the fun that Michael and I had had on Saturday, he and I immediately became much closer. The entire effect of the whole day: lunch, football game and sex combined was that we would become inseparable for the next week whenever we could be together. This basically meant that before school, after school, and during the one free period on "F" I became his 100% focal point of attention and he, of course, hailed the same attention from me.
On the Monday after the Saturday incident, before school even started, as he and I were sitting in the cafeteria, Michael told me about a camping trip that he and his dad were going on for next weekend. Michael informed me that he had asked his dad for permission if I could come along and he assured me that there was no problem if I would join them. It was hard to look into his beautiful face that morning and tell him that the whole thing depended for me on whether or not my strict father allowed me to go. I saw no reason for my father telling me I couldn't go with them but my father was the type of guy that if you would ask if you could sleep over a friend's house he would ask why. What do you mean why?!? That would normally not be a valid question for a parent to ask on subject. It was just one of those things that you allowed your kid to do. But I was the guy with the 9:30 curfew (as a senior in high school) so I had reason to doubt.
By Friday I was able to give Michael the answer that my dad had actually allowed me to go with them on the camping trip. This produces a leap of joy from his angelic body.
"What am I supposed to bring with me?" I asked.
"Oh, not much...some underwear and clothes and a sleeping bag. Although the latter is really not needed because we can share mine." He said and gave me a grin.
I couldn't wait till the next day.
II
Morning finally came as my alarm awakened me at 7:00. Michael and his dad were to pick me up at my house bright and early at 8:00 so I had enough time to shower, have a bite to eat and hop into the car.
I went into the bathroom and set the water on very warm. I went in and went directly under the water. I was loving the warm and tingly feeling of having warm water sprayed all over my body. I washed my hair with the Herbal Essences because I wanted to smell real nice for Mike. I then lathered up my whole body with soap and proceeded to wash up.
After washing I got dressed in my clothes: long, loose jeans and an extra large t-shirt. I took my bag with all the stuff I needed and set it by the door. Then I made myself some cereal as I didn't even want to bother waking mom at this hour to make me good scrambled eggs and I couldn't trust dad's Polish-Army style scrambled eggs.
I was almost done with my food when the bell rang. It was Michael. I kissed dad goodbye (he made us all kiss him goodbye like the Italian Mafia...it wasn't that bad but got a bit annying.) I grabbed my back and headed of with Michael in the direction of his dad's mini-van.
I first greeted Mike's dad (I was always one to be polite to the adults...well, most of them) and then took my seat which was in the second row of seats in the van as Michael rode shotgun.
We were on our way to a camping ground in Pennsylvania. I found it amazing how people from all corners of the globe has some connection to that state. I mean, I myself used to go to Pennsylvania with my parents to go to a pool or to Delaware River. I also had a friend who had a house down there. More people that I knew went down there and I even spoke with people online who lived in friggin' California and yet they went to Pennsylvania for vacation. I didn't care much which state we went to as long as I got to be with the most beautiful boy in the whole world, Michael.
The trip to the camp site took about three hours. But those hours flew by pretty fast. Mr. Kalloway was a little shorter than most men are which made sense because Michael was one of the shortest sophomores in the school at about 5'4". He was real nice though and he talked about the school we went to and how the Giants were doing and pretty much kept up a conversation that more or less involved all three of us the whole way there. I was relieved since I was a little worried that I was somewhat of an intruder on his father-son time with Michael.
We reached the location and drove up to a decently isolated camping site where we would be staying for the next day or so. It was located on some flat area that was itself on a hilly region. I tried to make myself useful to the Kalloways in any way I could despite the fact that I had never been camping before.
We set up a tent and sat around a fire we had made to eat our lunch which was Kentucky Fried Chicken we had picked up along the way to the camp site. I was very hungry and ate a lot but I made sure to eat a decent pace so both of my hosts would be full before I ate myself till near bursting. After we were done eating Mr. Kalloway told me about a lake that was nearby that was could go swimming in. I hadn't brought my swimming boxers but that would be okay since I could swim in my regular boxers. I wasn't going to miss this for the world.
We left the fire lit at a low flame so we would have something to cook dinner with after we got back and then we hiked over to the lake. Upon getting there we laid our stuff in one place. Mr. Kalloway offered to sit and watch the stuff as we took the first dip. Michael and I both stripped down to boxers (he had swim boxers) and hurried off into the water. Upon reaching it we realized it was rather cold. It was already October and although it was a rather warm day, the water was pretty cold. It took a while for me to get into it but I finally managed to get moderately used to it. When I was just about ready to begin settling in Michael came over and gave me a push into the water that made me go under and realize just how cold this water really was. Regardless that the water was cold enough to freeze, I had to get Michael back. I finally reached him and picked him up and promptly dunked him into the water. We continued this type of horseplay until we were overcome by the cold and had to come outside. It simply is not describable to write just how cute Michael looked huddled in his little blanket. I had no idea we were going to swim so I had to sit there and pretend I wasn't cold till Mr. Kalloway did the nicest thing and offered me his. These guys were the bomb.
"By the looks of it you guys the water is pretty cold," He said. "I'm going to go have a little swim."
Then he went off into the water and started swimming. He was a strong swimmer and the cold-as-ice water didn't seem to phase him. I had the more pleasant task of sitting net to Michael and talking about our dads. I decided not to talk about the bad side and so I rolled him the story of how my dad wants the best for me and he wants me to be the big tough smart man.
"I wonder if I failed him somehow...now that I'm gay." I said.
"You didn't fail him Pat; and if he says you did then I'm sorry to say but he's full of shit." Mike replied. Then he put his arm around my back and rubbed it. I loved sitting there with him.
Then his dad came back and I gave him his towel and began to dress back into my clothes. My boxers were a little drier by now so it was feasible to but on my jeans with them on. Eventually we all got dressed and headed back towards the campsite where it would be time to start preparing dinner.
III
We barbecued some hamburgers and hot dogs and sat around the fire talking for the next hour or so. It started getting dark so Mike's father said he was tired so he would go take a nap because he said we had a long day of hiking tomorrow. Mike and I stayed around the fire talking for a while.
"Your dad is pretty cool." I said.
"Yeah, he's alright."
"Well, my dad never took me camping or to baseball games or anything."
"Really? That's mean."
"Yeah, well, he ain't that bad...he just has a different way of doing things, that's all."
All of a sudden we felt a few drops coming down so it looked as if it was going to pour. Mike and I went back to our tent where we found his dad already fast asleep. The rain started coming down pretty hard and I heard thunder.
"Wow, I didn't think it was going to storm!" I said.
Michael and I cuddled up next to the entrance to the tent. The rain was coming down very hard. I loved to sit and watch the rain fall. Especially if it included having Michael's head on my chest and us being covered in our sleeping bags. It was a great feeling. I ran my hand through his hair and he began to doze off with his head on my stomach and his arm over me. I myself leaned back on the tent "wall" and watched the rain fall. Soon I began to doze off myself. I knew that his dad may have a few thoughts about our sleeping formation but I didn't worry too much. I had the best boyfriend in the world and nothing was going to take him from me.
<<<END OF PART 3>>>
Hey everybody. I'm going to take a little rest from writing. If you enjoyed this story, you can check out my other stories: "Freshman Fantasy" (high school), "My Little Friend Jimmy" (adult-youth), "Black Sheep" (young friends), and "Little Soccer Boy" (adult-youth and athletics).
If I submit another story it may be as another screen name. My name will always be listed though. I have a new e-mail address: boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com
-boysRus