Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It is not and should not be thought of as a record of actual events. Any similarity between my characters and real people is merely a coincidence. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys. If material of this kind might offend you or if you are not of legal age, then stop reading. This chapter contains one brief scene of sexual activity between brothers. You are welcome to send any comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Love Unlocked - 16
Cole woke first. Pablo was snuggled against him, his head under the covers. Moving slowly so as to not disturb his friend, Cole eased back and crawled out of the sleeping bag. He was still wearing his dirty T-Shirt from the day before, but had shucked his pants during the night. He rearranged his nuts through the fabric of his briefs. The whities were confining and his boys needed a little more room.
Stepping outside, Cole looked around the camp. Tree limbs littered the area, and the cardboard boxes that had held the saplings were now soggy and strewn all over the place.
No one else seemed to be up yet.
Cole yawned and walked a couple of steps away from the tent. The sloppy ground felt creepy on his bare feet. He pushed the waistband of his underpants down and grabbed his dick. Soon there was the soft patter of yellow rain as he took a long needed pee.
Cole finished just as Mike crawled out from his tent. Cole tucked himself back in and looked his way.
"Everything okay over there?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, we're good," Cole answered, wondering if Mike had seen his junk.
"How about helping cook breakfast?"
"Yeah, sure." Cole thought helping to cook might be better than being assigned camp clean up duty.
"But put some pants on first," Mike chuckled.
Cole looked down. "Yeah, that's a good idea," he laughed.
The camp slowly came to life. Cole noticed that Mike didn't bang any pans together to get everybody up. He let the kids sleep a bit, and then told Cole to go from tent to tent to wake the stragglers.
It wasn't until breakfast was nearly over that one of the guards took the time to count heads.
"Where's Miller?" the guy asked to no one in particular.
All the kids looked around, but no one spoke up.
"Bentley, he was in your tent, right? Where'd he go?"
"I thought he was taking a crap," the kid shrugged.
"Halverson," the guard called to Miller's other tent mate, "did you see him?"
"Nah, I thought he was with Bentley."
Mike called out Miller's name, but there was no response.
The guards exchanged concerned looks and headed for the bus.
"Nobody moves," Mike said sternly to the boys, no doubt wanting to make sure no one else went missing.
The mood was quickly changing from relief that everyone had made it through the storm to one of nervous uncertainty.
"I'll stay here," Mike told the guards as they pulled knapsacks from the bus. One was already on a cell phone.
"Did he take off?" Sammy whispered to Cole.
Cole shrugged. "Damn stupid if he did!"
The guards started a search. They went through every tent, and then circled the camp.
One of the guys hurried back to report to Mike. "I found footprints, they were leading away. Could be his."
Mike looked concerned. "Which direction?"
"Going north, toward the creek."
"You guys head out," Mike said to the two guys from County, and then looked at the guy from Pathways. "Crosby, you stay here with me."
The guys split up, and the hunt was on.
Tony read his letter to Cole for about the tenth time since breakfast. He was sitting in class, but his mind was a million miles away from his math assignment. He poured over the note, looking for any mistake; he wanted every word to be exactly right.
The morning went very slowly. Tony kept looking at the clock, wishing it would go faster. It didn't. Finally the class came to an end. Tony pushed past several of the guys, bringing a "what the fuck?" comment from one of them and a glare from another. But he didn't give a damn. He didn't want to miss his chance to catch Ms. Rowley.
Thankfully, she was still in her office when Tony knocked on the door.
"Um, you said, like, you could get a letter to Cole?"
Ms. Rowley gave Tony a soft smile. "Yes. You have something you want to send him?"
Tony dug a folded piece of paper out of his notebook. He gave it one last look and handed it over. "I don't have an envelope."
"I have one," she winked. Pulling a business size envelope from a drawer, she handed it to Tony. "Here, put his name on it."
Tony felt a little uncomfortable writing Cole's name with Ms. Rowley watching. He knew it was silly, but writing Cole's name seemed, well, intimate, in a crazy kind of way.
"I'll see that he gets it," the woman said gently when he had finished.
Tony nodded and turned away. "Oh, when do you think it will get there?" he looked back, biting his lip.
"Tomorrow, probably."
Tony nodded. "Thanks," he whispered, and left.
Cole half expected an angry tirade from Mike and the guards when they found out that Miller was missing. Mike surprised everyone by remaining calm.
"First off, this is all about Miller," he said with a look around the circle of boys, "and not you guys." He gave them a reassuring look. "We're going to hang loose for a little while until...well until a few more guys from Pathways show up to help."
"You mean guards," one of the kids said just loud enough for everyone to hear.
Mike looked at him. "Yeah, guards."
Cole glanced at Pablo. He knew they were thinking the same thing. "Miller's in deep shit!"
Mike set the remaining kids to work cleaning up the camp site and then told them to straighten things up in their tents. Within an hour a Pathways van pulled in and six guys got out. Two had dogs.
"That way," Mike said calmly, and four of them were off. The dogs were sniffing the ground when Mike handed over one of Miller's T-shirts. Both dogs sniffed it as their handlers gave them a command. A minute later, they too were gone.
"He's totally fucked!" Levi said to Sammy and Cole as they sat huddled together on a dry piece of canvas from the bus.
Both Cole and Sammy agreed.
Mike called the rest of the boys back together again. "Okay, we'll talk more about this tonight. For now...let's get back to work. Form a line like yesterday and we'll walk the meadow. If you find any of the seedlings washed out, put it right, and cover it with dirt again."
A couple of the boys mumbled.
"Listen up, life isn't always neat and tidy. Shit happens. It's what you do afterwards that makes all the difference. If you get knocked down, you get back up and start over. No excuses."
Cole looked at Pablo, and then the rest of the crew. "Come on, guys," he said softly, "let's get at it. We've got work to do."
The kids slowly stood up and started toward the meadow.
Cole felt Mike's hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks," Mike said with a smile.
Cole felt embarrassed and blushed.
Conner lay on his back in his bed and mentally checked off the kids that he had managed to fuck... or more precisely, that he had persuaded to fuck him. If there was one thing he had learned in the last couple of years, it was that you always kept your options open. "If I'm going be somebody's bitch, Brandon's okay," he mused, "but maybe I can do better."
He thought about Tony and Jacoby. "Either one would be a big step up!"
His first choice was Tony. "After all," he reasoned, "he's the one that really runs things around here."
Conner unzipped his jumpsuit and stuck his hand in his underwear. His cock was soft, but he was starting to feel horny again. He knew he had his brother to thank for his sexual appetite.
The first time Connor had been fucked was the night he turned twelve. The birthday party was fun, but getting to camp out in the backyard with his older brother was even better.
Daren, age fifteen, was animated and eager to be with him. He had playfully teased and wrestled with him off and on for more than an hour. Conner was in his PJ'S and Daren in boxers and a T-shirt. Daren was the type of kid that Conner wanted to grow up to be. Conner had always looked up to his brother and had followed after him from the moment he could walk. The night grew late, and eventually the boys fell asleep spooned together. It wasn't uncommon for them to sleep in the same bed. Daren's arm was draped over Conner's side and his hand was resting on Conner's tummy. Conner loved sleeping that way.
Conner didn't know what time it was, but he woke to the feeling of his brother's hand in his pants. He stirred. Daren was gently feeling his four and a half incher.
"It's okay, Conner," Daren whispered. I'm gonna show you something really cool. It's time. You're a big boy now."
Conner loved hearing those words, "A big boy." He'd do almost anything for his brother.
One thing led to another, and Conner felt himself feeling things he'd never known existed. Before long, Daren had pulled Conner's PJ bottoms down. The air was cool. Then Daren played with Connor's butt, feeling his cheeks and sliding a finger up and down his crack.
Conner started to make soft sounds from deep in his throat when his brother stroked his dick in addition to feeling up his asshole. Then he started to push his finger inside him.
"What're you doing?" Conner whispered, a little bewildered.
"Don't worry, it's gonna feel real good," Daren reassured. Conner relaxed.
Conner thought about the times his mom had put a baby thermometer in his bottom, and how he kind of liked the feeling. He wondered if Daren was going to do something like that to him. Conner really had a stiffy now.
There was a little more play and then a squirt of lube.
"Okay, here it comes," Daren warned softly.
Conner felt Darren's warm knob slide between his cheeks. "Is that your dick?"
"Yeah," Daren grunted, "I'm gonna put it in your butt."
"Huh?"
Seconds later, his brother pushed his slender tool up there and Conner lost his virginity.
That was the start. From that moment on, Conner knew that what he would always want most in the world was a boy with a hard dick.
Conner's cock firmed up. He smiled at the pleasant memory of his first fuck. There had been many, many more after that.
As time went on, Daren would crawl into bed with him as often as he could, pull down his PJ'S and make him feel good. The first time Connor had shot his own cum, it had gotten even better. "That's why," he mused, "I love getting fucked!"
"Hey," a voice broke into Conner's reverie.
Conner turned his head to look at a fat kid standing in his doorway. He remembered Brandon telling him he had considered taking a really fat kid as his bitch, but then turned it down. This must be the one.
"Hey," Conner replied, annoyed at the interruption. He was also curious as to why the kid was there.
"Word is you like cock so much, you'll let anyone fuck you," the kid blushed.
Conner gave him a dismissive look. "Not just anyone," he turned his head away and stared at the ceiling.
"Do you know about me?" the kid continued.
"Not really," Conner sighed.
"I hacked into a bank computer and stole a shit load of credit card numbers."
Conner turned to look at the kid again. "Yeah, so?"
"So, they never found the money."
Conner grew more interested and rolled onto his side. "How much?"
"A hundred thousand, give or take."
Conner stared at the fat lump of a boy. He had to weigh at least two hundred and fifty pounds, probably more. He was a sorry sight.
"So what're you doing coming to me?"
"I'm tired of jerking off," the boy said with a sad look. "Nobody wants to get near me. I'm fucking horny all the time."
Conner sat up. "So you figured maybe I'd let you fuck me?"
The kid shrugged, "Thought maybe we could help each other out."
Conner thought a moment.
"You give me something, and I'll give you something," the kid said with a smirk.
"You're not my type; you ain't got anything I want."
"I've got money, lots of it."
"In your case, it'd take more than just money."
"Like?"
"Like you helping me get in good with Tony? Or maybe Jacoby."
The kid shrugged. "And if I did, I'd want a blow job whenever I wanted it."
"I don't suck. But I might let you fuck me."
The kid shook his head. "Nah, I don't like the idea of putting my dick in a shit hole. It's blow jobs or no deal."
Conner didn't enjoy being on his knees, and enjoyed having a dick in his mouth even less. "You help me with Tony, and you pay me five hundred bucks a suck, and maybe we can work something out."
"I don't think I can get you in with Tony," the kid said slowly, "but I think I might be able to help you out with Jacoby; and I'd maybe do three hundred, but not five."
Conner gave the kid a long look. He was a fat ass slob, but he had brains. Brains and money, "Might be worth sucking his cock a few times," he thought, "leave here with some cash, it had definite possibilities."
"How would I get the money?"
"You got a lawyer, right?"
Conner nodded.
"Have him set up a bank account in your name and tell him some money will be coming in, an allowance from your family or some shit like that."
"Then what?"
"I'll get word to my lawyer and transfer it to you."
"If we did, nobody could ever find out about it," Conner finally said, knowing he was essentially agreeing to the arrangement.
The fat kid smiled. "No problem."
Conner shrugged, "Okay, you got a deal!"
The kid smiled. "Cool." He slowly unzipped and pulled out his dick. "Open up, bitch."
Conner couldn't believe it. The kid was fucking hung!
The kids walked through the meadow checking on the condition of the seedlings. The sound of dogs barking was a not so subtle reminder that Miller was still on the run.
A little more than an hour had gone by, and Cole expected the guards would be returning at any moment.
But the morning dragged on and still no sign of Miller. The kids finished their walk through and returned to camp.
"Go to your tents and unpack your knapsacks," Mike said as the guys flopped down on the ground. "I'll give you all some bottled water, sandwiches, and we'll be on our way."
"Where?" Levi asked.
"There's a creek about a mile from here. We'll spend a few hours walking along the banks picking up trash."
"Then what?"
"We'll come back here for the night."
"What about Miller?" Bentley asked.
"Not your problem," Mike said quickly.
Fifteen minutes later the crew was headed for the creek.
Cole was worried. As the day had gone along, Pablo had grown quieter around him, but was still as talkative with others.
By mid-afternoon, Cole had managed to lag behind just enough that there was now some distance between the rest of the guys on the crew and him. Pablo had always been more comfortable close to Cole so he had stayed behind as well.
"Sup?" Cole asked softly as he reached down to pick up some paper.
"Nothing," Pablo mumbled.
Cole glared at his friend. "That's bullshit! We go too far back for you to give me that."
Pablo didn't look at Cole.
"It's about last night, right?"
Pablo shrugged.
"Look, don't worry about it, it won't happen again. Okay?"
Pablo turned away, obviously not wanting to talk about it.
"Pablo," Cole said firmly enough to get him to turn around. "It was a one-time deal!"
Pablo looked toward the other kids making their way down the creek. Then he looked back at Cole. "It's just kind of confusing."
Cole could almost feel Pablo's struggle. "Let me guess. You know you like girls, but last night kind of felt good, too. Huh?"
Pablo gave Cole a curious look. "How'd you know?"
"Dude, I was there the first time you kissed a girl. We were at the same damn party. I saw it, man, the look on your face. You thought it was the best! Last night when you popped, you had the same look."
A smile crept over Pablo's face.
"A hand job doesn't make you gay!" Cole chuckled. "Trust me; it takes way more than that!"
Pablo gave Cole another look. Then he grinned.
Cole looked at the crew. "Come on, we better catch up. We don't want Mike to send out another search party."
Pablo laughed.
They walked a little faster.
A few seconds later, Pablo whispered, "Just so you know. I wouldn't mind trying it again sometime." He blushed.
Cole grinned and Pablo smiled.
"I knew you liked it," Cole chuckled. "So, are we okay?"
Pablo nodded. "Totally."
It was nearly 9pm before the guards returned to camp. Cole overheard a few words. The dogs had apparently lost the trail somewhere down by the creek. They figured Miller had trudged through the shallow water for awhile and then may have gotten out in an area that was strewn with rocks.
They agreed to start again in the morning.
"You'll find him," Mike had finally said, and the boys were all sent to bed.
"What do you think they'll do to him?" Sammy asked Levi as they crawled into the sleeping bag.
"Miller?"
"Yeah."
"Like Mike said `lock him up,' then who the fuck knows?"
Sammy snuggled closer and reached between Levi's legs.
"What's gonna happen to us?"
"What do you mean?"
"After camp, and when they let us out of Pathways?"
Levi moved his legs apart. "Dunno, that's a good question." He sighed when Sammy reached into his underwear.
Sammy tenderly tugged at Levi's dick. "I'm really going to miss this," he chuckled.
"What, camping or my dick?"
Sammy wrapped a leg over Levi's. "Your dick!" he giggled.
Levi turned his head and ever so gently kissed Sammy. At first, their lips barely touched, then the kiss grew.
Sammy felt Levi's hand between his own legs. "What are you going to do to me tonight?" He asked playfully.
Levi pushed Sammy onto his back and crawled on top of him. "Probably fuck you," he said tenderly.
"Fuck me, huh?" Sammy whispered. He liked the sound of that.
"Uh huh," Levi mumbled between kisses.
"Okay," Sammy moaned when the kiss ended. "As long as I get to do it to you."
Levi pulled back a little, surprise on his face.
"Come on," Sammy gently argued, "It's been ages since I got in your hole."
Levi had to smile, "Yeah, I guess so."
Sammy got a smug look. "About damn time you gave it up," he giggled.
Levi used his knees to push Sammy's legs further apart. He rubbed his crotch firmly against Sammy's. "But I get mine first," he grinned.
Sammy pulled Levi down for another kiss. "Okay," he whispered in Levi's ear.
Sammy held his cock firmly at the base and took aim at Levi's hole. Levi was face down, legs spread, and waiting for it.
"You really pounded me good," Sammy whispered and pushed himself against the tight ring.
"Yeah, one of my better fucks," Levi chuckled.
"I can still feel your cum leaking out." Sammy chuckled.
Levi raised his ass. "Okay, give it to me," he whispered.
Sammy steadily added pressure and pushed forward. Levi didn't give up his ass very often, so he was incredibly tight back there.
"Open up," Sammy whined when progress was too slow.
"I'm trying!"
Sammy moved the head of his dick in a circle over Levi's pucker, pushing at the edges of the hole. Eventually the thing relaxed just enough that he managed to get inside.
"Finally," Sammy groaned with satisfaction as he slipped in deeper.
Levi grunted softly when Sammy hit bottom.
Sammy lay down on Levi's back and grabbed his shoulders. He rose up a tiny bit, and then started to fuck. Levi's ass felt wonderful.
Sammy took his time and tried to be creative. He varied the speed, depth, angle, and explored as much as possible. He nuzzled Levi's neck and started to suck. He slurped, gently bit, and sucked some more. As he used his mouth as a vacuum he used his dick as a ram.
Levi was responding in kind. The more Sammy pounded him, the more he raised his ass to take it. Sammy's mouth on his neck seemed to be driving him crazy.
"You're gonna give me a hicky," Levi grunted as Sammy's thrusts grew stronger.
"Yeah, I know," he grunted and bit Levi's neck a little harder. "I want all the other guys to see you were my bitch tonight."
"Oh, fuck," Levi moaned.
Sammy slammed into his boyfriend again, and again, and again. He briefly wondered if he should have told Levi he had jacked off a half hour earlier when he went out for a pee. "He'll find out soon enough," Sammy thought, "I'll be able to fuck him for almost an hour."
Levi squirmed beneath Sammy, apparently not yet entirely comfortable having a cock shoved up his ass. Some minutes later he groaned. "Fuck, when are you gonna cum?"
Sammy slammed in hard and held still for a moment. He grunted in Levi's ear, "maybe in another half an hour."
The air seemed to leak out of Levi's lungs in a breathy rasp. "Jesus Christ," he sighed.
Sammy smiled, and got back into it.
Thanks for reading. Comments? Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Thanks, Jon.