I got tired of this routine. Day in, day out, it was the same. I'm not a real white shirt and tie person, but the security firm I was with was paying me good money. Especially with my military background, having been a Navy Seal once. Sure they let me loose every now and then, but it wasn't the same. The top brass in the Navy had found out about my other "activities" when I went into other countries on assignments. They found out I liked to have sex with boys there.
I am a boylover.
I had been a boylover as far as I can remember. I discovered gay sex at 12, and did it with quite a few boys my age till I got out of high school. My family was so dysfunctional, they didn't care about me at all. So it was natural for me to go into the Navy right out of high school. I loved the Navy life, taking full advantage of all it had to offer me. I jumped at the opportunity to join the Navy Seal teams, and I never regretted that. I left the Navy at thirty, having "retired". I went to work at a security company almost immediately. They liked me and I got all the assignments I could handle. But now, four years later, things had changed and the new bosses were changing things left and right. I didn't like the people I was working with. They were the crew I wasn't used to working with. The people I had worked with knew me well to let me do the job in my own way. I always got results, too. I was getting that itch to move on. Flipping through the Sunday paper, I stumbled across an ad for camp counselors up in the Big Bear, Ca. area. I thought I'd give it a shot. Weeks later, I had gotten the job and was well on my way there. The place was a camp for boys. Camp Green Pines. Sounded like fun already.
I ended moving up here completely when I discovered they had a year round program. The other reason was that the place was beautiful. It seemed to speak volumes to me. They gave me my own private cabin to have when I wasn't doing a cabin for a week. One of the first things I did was to go and buy a gun safe and mount it to the cabin floor. I managed to keep some of my Seal toys, and usually carried one gun all the time. Hey, I forgot to introduce myself. Name's Tom. Tom Jeffers. I'm an average white guy, standing six foot, brown hair cut real short, green eyes, and built like a body builder. Another thing I did was to set up my own workout gear. The camp people gave me permission to set up one, so I poured me a cement slab 16 by 16, threw a big pile of weight plates, benches, and bars on it and got back to my physical training routine. Every morning, rain or shine, about six in the morning, I'd go to the outside weight pile at the Seal base and lift. All I ever wore was shoes and a pair of shorts. The other Seals thought I was nuts. When winter came around, they started taking bets as to when I'd go to the indoor one. Nobody ever won, because I kept up the training. As a result, I'm a very strong person. The first morning I started lifting, the whole camp gaped as the watched me sweat through my routine. They had never seen anyone like me. The boys watched me, and I saw a few of them really stare at me. I loved the attention. I looked to see what kind of weight lifting facilities they had, and it wasn't much of one. Just a few weight plates, one bench, and a scant few dumbbells. The equipment looked way too old.
"Jack," I said to the camp director while watching boys try to work out, "I'm going to replace all this gear. Won't cost you a cent, either. Then I'll supervise them all and teach them the right way to lift."
The gray haired man nodded. "I've been after the owners to do that for ages. There's quite a bit of things that need to be fixed around here as well."
"I can do it all, just need to do a survey and see what needs to be done," I said.
Jack nodded. "You can't ask the campers for help. Insurance won't allow it."
"Okay, no problem. But if they volunteer, then what?" I asked.
"That's a different story then. I can't stop them from helping you," Jack said.
I got busy. The list grew as I walked through the place. Word got around, and quite a few boys volunteered to help. I felt good about being here, and making a difference. It took about two, three weeks of work to make the place better. The people who owned the camp were a bit upset, until I told them that I had paid for everything. They all thanked me, and we agreed on a pay back schedule. That was the least of my worries. The camp looked a whole lot better. True to my word, I bought a good weight set and got it set up. I taught quite a few boys how to use them properly. Everything was going well until young Peter Trimarchi walked into my life.
He arrived in late June, the limousine dropping him off at the office. He had arrived just before the next group of two week campers arrived. Those who were staying the entire summer watched as the boy climbed out of the car. He turned around to look at everything, and that's when I got my first look at him. He was Italian, very tanned skin, black hair cut short, beautiful hazel eyes. I felt my heart flip flop at the sight. God, he was cute! I forced myself to walk over.
"Hi, my name is Tom," I said, introducing myself.
The boy smiled slightly. "I'm Peter Trimarchi. Glad to meet you, Tom."
He shook hands with me, and I could tell his heart wasn't into it. I picked up his duffel bag and led him to my cabin. He was the first of my cabin group to arrive. I showed him where he could sleep and stash his duffel. He looked around the newly painted cabin.
"This looks kinda nice," he commented.
"Should have seen it before I repainted and fixed it up," I said.
"That bad?" he asked.
"Yeah. Didn't exactly make a big impression on me," I said. "But now it looks better."
"That's cool," he said. "Am I the first here?"
"For this cabin? Yes. After you settle in and change, I'll show you around if you like," I said.
"Sure, that would be cool," he said.
I went out and sat on the steps and listened to the birds calling. I had relaxed considerably since coming here, and I was feeling so much better about myself. I heard a noise behind me. Turning, I saw Peter in shorts an d a t-shirt. He looked much better in that.
"Hey, you look so much more relaxed in that," I complemented.
"Really?" Peter grinned.
"Yup. A Navy Seal never lies," I said.
"You were in the Navy?" Peter asked.
"Was. Retired now," I said.
"That's way cool," Peter smiled. "Is the tour still on?"
I stood up. "Absolutely."
I let the way down to the horse barns, and started the tour there. By the end of the tour, I knew all about Peter and Peter knew about me, except for the fact I was a boylover. Peter lived in a very exclusive community, going to a very upscale academy. His parents were always busy, never taking time out for him. The only times he saw them were on weekends and special events. Other than that, his only world was the Radford Academy. I felt sorry for the boy, and decided to try and make this a special summer for him. The thirteen year old was happy to be with me, and it occurred to me that perhaps I was the only adult who really paid any attention to him at all. This was just the beginning for the both of us.
He sat next to me at dinner, talking about some of the things that he knew about riding horses. He wanted to try the other things here at camp, and I wasn't going to disappoint him. He seemed bright and articulate. His face was fair and beautiful. I wondered about the rest of his body. Peter enjoyed the evening's entertainment at the campfire, and I did, too. Watching him laughing and having a good time raised my spirits. I was sure he would respond well to my wanting to be his friend, and if fate was kind, his lover. We walked back to the cabin afterwards.
"So, how did you like your first day?" I asked, opening my sleeping bag on a bed next to his.
"It was fun. I thought this place would be boring like all the other places I've gone to. They didn't let you do much of anything, it all was done for you. I liked the idea of doing things for myself," Peter said.
"Good. I'm glad you like it here already," I said, proceeding to strip down.
Peter's eyes got big when he saw me. I was a real teddy bear, plenty of hair everywhere. He even noticed my seven inches relaxing. I liked sleeping nude. It's more relaxing for me. Peter turned away and looked at his pajamas that he had packed. I didn't say anything, what he did was to be his own decision. I wasn't going to push him into anything. Peter obviously made up his mind. He pushed the pajamas back into the duffel. He got into his sleeping bag with just his green briefs on. that was his choice, and I respected that. I listened to him sigh and settle down.
"Good night Peter," I said.
"Good night Tom," he replied, then settled down.
Soon his even breathing told me he was asleep. I closed my eyes and replayed the image of his body while he stripped down. He was tanned like his face was, smooth, no hair yet under his arms. His nipples were a bit darker in color, a bit flat, about the size of quarters. He had a real beautiful smile. I sighed. I reached for my very hard seven inches, and barely touched it. It shot off, making me feel so good. I dreamed of Peter in my arms, being happy. The alarm clock rudely interrupted my dream. I rolled out of the sleeping bag and checked on him. He was starting to wake up.
"Is it morning already?" he asked.
"It's six in the morning. I'm going to go and work out on my weight set. I'll be back later," I said.
"Can I watch?" Peter sat up.
I thought a moment. "Sure."
Peter followed me once he and I dressed. I started my usual routine, working through each exercise with my usual eagerness. Peter helped by chanting the number of reps. With that kind of support, I was encouraged to really work out. After I finished, I did a little pose routine for him. Judging by the bulge in his shorts, Peter was turned on. He realized it and attempted to hide it.
"It's okay. A little excitement never hurt anybody," I said, smiling.
Peter grinned, relief on his face. "I thought you would think I was weird."
"Now why would I think that? You are just starting to discover yourself," I said.
Peter looked at me funny. "But don't you think that it's wrong for guys to like guys?"
I sat down next to Peter. "No, I don't. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Do you....like....looking at me?" Peter asked, getting embarrassed.
I was quiet for a moment. He had noticed me staring at him. I decided to be honest.
"Yes I do, Peter. You are a very good looking young man," I said, feeling nervous.
Peter smiled. "I think that's cool. I do like looking at other boys and men. I was hoping to meet someone here this summer."
I felt relief go through me. This was turning out better than I had anticipated.
"I'm gay, Tom. Have been since I turned ten. I used to play with my next door friend, till he moved away. Now I'm alone, and have nobody to talk to." Peter said, his voice cracking.
I reached over and hugged him close to me. I could feel his tears run down my chest. I decided right then that he would lead the relationship, and if he asked questions, try to teach him things the best I could. Including how to be a responsible lover. I held him for a bit until he stopped crying.
"Feel better?" I asked.
"A little," he whispered.
"Good. How about a shower to clean up with?" I suggested.
Peter nodded agreement, so I led him back to the cabin. I retrieved my shave gear and a change of clothes. Peter grabbed his own gear and he followed me to the showers. It was about seven now, the camp wouldn't be up for another hour at least. I pulled my shorts off and turned the shower on. The hot water started running, and I set my razor and can of shave cream on the soap holder. I turned to see him in his underwear still.
"I'm.....small," he said, red faced.
"Not for long. You are just beginning to grow up. It will get bigger with time," I said.
"Look," he said, pulling down his briefs.
I did. The four inch uncircumcised cock hung soft, surrounded by tiny downy hairs beginning to grow. I put my hand under his chin and tilted his head back until he was looking at me.
"Peter, it's perfect for you." I smiled.
"Really?" he asked.
"Hell yes. Don't worry about it," I said.
He stood up straighter and smiled. No doubt I had taken a load off his young shoulders. I really wish boys would stop worrying about the size of their cocks. I patted Peter on the shoulder. His cock began to grow and become erect.
"Well, seems little Peter likes to be talked about," I commented.
Peter laughed, the sound of his voice ringing in the shower room. I laughed too.
"Yours is standing out too," he pointed.
I looked, and sure enough, it was. I smiled and reached down and pulled on it for a moment. I got under the water and washed my face off. I proceeded to shave while Peter watched.
"You'll be old enough someday to do this," I said.
"Cool! I can't wait," he said.
I smiled again, then rinsed off my face. Reaching for the shampoo, I started washing Peter. His hair felt smooth as silk. I finished with his hair, then started in on his body. Peter relaxed and let me wash him. I hadn't done this in a long while, it was a treat for me. I could feel the beginnings of muscle in his arms and chest. His smooth tummy felt so nice. I left his cock alone for last. I wanted to try something to see how he would react. I soaped up his fine, firm behind. He wasn't a real bubble butt boy, but they were so nice to touch and handle. Now I moved up behind him, taking his hairless balls in my right had, leaving my left on his ass. I caressed the boy's balls, making him moan. He closed his eyes and leaned against me. I took his young cock into my hand and slowly started to jack him off.
"Ohhh!" he exclaimed.
I worked the index finger on my left hand up to his rectal rose, then very slowly, wiggled it in. The response was immediate.
"Wow!" he breathed. "That feels good back there!"
I was surprised to find he was a bit loose back there. I pushed more of my finger in back there as I jacked him off faster. Finally my finger was completely in, and I massaged his maturing prostate and jacked him off fast, squeezing it a bit tight. The results were spectacular. He slammed himself against me, let out a cry, then ejaculated all over the walls. His young sperm shot out of his cock four times, then he settled down after shivering. I withdrew my finger and knelt on the floor with the limp boy in my arms. I rinsed him off, then washed myself. I carried him back to our cabin and got inside just as the first camper came into view. I sighed with relief. We were safe.
Peter slept for about an hour. I had gone up to breakfast and ate. I had met with the staff and was informed of a few things, including information on a crazy bear who was supposedly heading this way. I debated whether or not to set lethal traps, but decided against it. Too much could go wrong. I brought food back to the cabin for Peter. He was awake when I walked in.
"Hey," he said, looking at me.
"Hay is for horses," I cracked. Peter laughed, enjoying the old joke. "Is that food?"
"Yup. Figured you would be hungry," I said, sitting on his bed. I fed him breakfast in bed. He enjoyed it as much I enjoyed feeding him. He pushed the covers off, got up on his knees, and leaned forward and kissed me. His lips felt warm and soft against mine.
"That's nice," I muttered while we kissed.
"Good. I was hoping you liked that," he said, eyes shinning with happiness.
I grinned back, then took the naked boy in my arms and showed him good ways to kiss, including frenching. That he liked the most.
"Will you teach me?" he asked shyly.
I looked into his pleading eyes. "Yes, Peter, I will teach you how to be a good lover."
He hugged me again as we kissed. I was feeling good and happy again. He got out of bed and I dressed him in his briefs, shorts, and shirt, then we went out on the grounds. It had turned out to be a beautiful day. The rest of the campers weren't due till tomorrow, so we had time to ourselves. I was to be teaching sailing for the next two weeks, so Peter and I went down to the lakeside. I needed to check out all the sailboats and canoes to make sure they were in good shape.
"Can you swim good?" I asked.
"Yes. I have a swimming pool at home. I swim alot," he replied.
"Good. One less worry," I said.
"What about you?" Peter asked.
"All Navy Seals are taught how to swim and dive," I said.
I started the boats check, and was pleasantly surprised to see a diver's rig stowed in the boathouse. I pulled it out and checked it over. The gear looked to be in good shape. I decided to go for a dive later and check the gear out. The Navy of course gave me the retiree benefits, including the ability to maintain my dive certification by allowing me to dive annually at the base I had left. That made me happy. A thought struck me. I wondered if my military certificate would be good enough to teach scuba diving here? It was worth checking out.
"Tom!" Peter was tugging on my shirt.
"Huh?" I said, snapping to. I looked up to see Jack standing there.
"I should have known better to look here first," he laughed.
"Once a Seal, always a Seal," I grinned.
"See you found the dive gear," he said.
"Yeah. When was the last time this was used?" I asked.
"Can't remember," Jack admitted.
"Okay, then. This gets broken down completely for a check and servicing," I said.
"You know how to do that stuff?" Jack asked.
I just smiled.
The old man sighed. "I forgot. You were trained in this stuff."
"Sure was. Even have my dive cert from the Navy," I said. "I want to find out if it's good enough to let me teach scuba here and maintain dive tanks and an air machine."
"I'll look into it. What kind of shape are the boats in?" Jack asked.
"Real good. Just needs hosing down and cleaning," I said.
"Good. Then we're set then," Jack grinned.
"Yes sir," I saluted.
We heard Jack laugh all the way up the trail. Peter walked over and put his arms around me. He had been changed by what had taken place in the shower that morning. I leaned down and kissed him on the top of his head. He sighed, hugging a bit tighter. He broke the hug and looked up at me. I fell in love with him again, just looking at him. We went outside, Peter leading the way. I watched him take his clothes off before me.
"Let's swim," he suggested.
Moments later I had stripped and we were in the water. The cool lake water felt good on my naked body. Last time I had done this was at the Navy base two days before they retired me. This felt good to me, it was like wrapping myself in a favorite blanket when I was a little kid. Peter swam up to me, rubbing his naked body against mine. I could feel his cock get hard against my stomach. I felt mine get hard. Peter wrapped his hand around my cock and began masturbating me while we kissed. The feelings rose up inside of me as he continued to jack me off, his smooth palm moving against my cock shaft. Our tongues chased each other's in each other's mouths. I felt my peak coming.
"Peter....I'm gonna....cum," I whispered.
Peter jacked me off faster, squeezing my cock harder. I felt my cock jerk once, then felt my cum running through the shaft and explode out. My sperm floated to the top of the water as we kissed some more. I sighed, feeling very good once I stopped ejaculating.
"Peter, that was so nice," I whispered.
He smiled and kissed me. "Glad you liked it."
I walked out of the water until my head was a bit above the dock. I lifted Peter on the dock and laid him down on his back. My fingers caressed his thighs and down to his balls. Peter closed his eyes and relaxed. I licked his hard cock, and he shivered and gasped. I grinned. He was going to like this. I took his uncircumcised hard four inches and began sucking him off. Peter writhed and moaned as I gave him head. Again I slipped my finger into his ass and gently caressed his prostate. He went rigid, shivering as he cried out and came in my mouth, a couple shots of sweet boy cream. He writhed as I caressed his prostate and played with his hard nipples. Peter truly got off on the experience. I smiled. Peter would be a joy to love and teach.
I let him sleep in the sun for a bit while I worked on the boats, washing them down and doing minor repairs. I looked over at him from time to time, watching that beautiful boy sleeping. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and evry now and then, his cock would twitch, or go erect, then grow soft. I knew from past experience that boys sometimes had erections while they slept, particularly if they were having erotic dreams. I hoped Peter was having good dreams. I brought out the dive tanks that I found in there and took them apart. It was a good thing, too, because the whole thing was useless. Reminded me of some of the gear I had to work with in the Navy. One particular individual who will go nameless, always gave me bad gear. So I always relied on my network of boys and got new gear from them. Some of them knew where to go and what to get. I never asked, they never said. Somethings are best left unsaid. I decided to go and pay a call on the local dive shop. If they didn't have what I needed, I'd go and see some Seal friends and get the gear I liked. Nice having friends when you need them. Having made that decision, I turned to wake up sleeping beauty.
"Peter, wake up lover," I whispered into his ear.
Arms reached up and pulled me down and I felt soft warm lips against mine. We kissed for a few moments. I backed up to see a smiling face.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Great!" he exclaimed.
I laughed at his enthusiasm. "Glad you do. Now get up, I'm going to dress you and we are going to go into town. I want to go to the local dive shop."
He stood, and I dressed him. Going up to the camp, I got the truck keys from the office and led Peter to the truck. The cool afternoon air felt good blowing through the windows as we drove into Big Bear. The day was beautiful. I was glad to have come here. It was another whole world here, different from the one I had known. In a way, I'm kinds glad I left that life behind.
"Is that the one?" Peter asked, breaking into my thoughts.
"Sure is," I replied.
We pulled in. Going inside, Peter began checking out the various things he saw. I talked to the store manager. He wasn't very helpful at all, and the prices he quoted were a bit much for me. But I left on friendly terms, knowing that I might have to come back someday.
"Hey, how about pizza?" I asked Peter.
"That would be awesome!" he exclaimed.
Going into a pizza place down the street, I gave Peter a handful of quarters while I made a phone call.
"Yo," a familiar voice said moments later.
"You still getting off on that HK poster?" I asked.
"Damn, it's you!" the voice erupted into laughter. "Where ya hiding these days?"
"I'm hiding in a summer camp called Green Pines, in Big Bear country. Gotta favor to ask, Rhino. Can you send me those bubbleless Draegars that the brass had stuffed away someplace?" I asked.
"Sure can! I can't believe they socked away those perfectly good dive tanks. I'll throw the entire package together. You bought them anyway, didn't you?" Rhino asked.
I sure as hell did. I had forgotten that little fact.
"How many are there?" I asked, lightbulb suddenly going on.
"About thirteen of them, including adjustable packages, air compressor, the whole damn works," he replied cheerfully chortling.
God I love this. Just perfect.
"Here's the address," I said.
"Screw the address. Gimme the coordinates, and I'll have the whole mess dropped to ya by 1800," he growled through the phone.
"Thanks. If you ever need a vacation, call me there. I'll set ya up," I said.
"Fuck you very much," he said, then hung up.
I was in a very good mood when I pulled Peter away from the video machines to eat. Peter noticed.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Ever heard of Christmas in July, kid?" I asked.
Peter looked at me puzzled.
"I'm gonna get a care package dropped to me later," I said, grinning. I leaned back and relaxed. All I needed now was to find out if my military dive certificates would qualify me to teach scuba. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to get back.
We got back to the camp about ten minutes to six. I grabbed a few flares from the truck and went down to the baseball field. At two minutes before, I lit the flares and set them in a x, creating a drop zone. Everyone watched, wondering what was going on. Right on the stroke of six, I heard a plane coming. I checked the sky with binoculars, finally spotting it.
"Here it comes, right on schedule!" I announced.
"What's going on, Tom?" Jack asked.
"I'll explain everything later, Jack. Just be patient for now," I said.
I counted one, two, three, four specks come off the back ramp of the Starlifter. I kept the field clear as the packages and what appeared to be a person coming in. The packages landed within feet of each other. The figure executed a perfect landing. I shook my head and groaned.
"Well?" the figure snapped. "Don't ya all be inna hurry to welcome me."
I sighed. "Rhino, what am I gonna do with ya?"
"For starters, get me outta this and gimme a cold one," he laughed.
I should explain about Rhino. His real name is Mark Havershaw, and he is built like a rhino. The man is a terror to doors and tangos alike. Not to mention Marine, Army, and Air Force bars. I walked over and grabbed him in a bear hug. I got him untangled, then he got out of his parachute.
"Folks, this is an old Navy buddy, named Mark. His nickname is Rhino," I introduced him.
Jack snickered. "Well, in that case, I better check the insurance policy about wild rhinos."
That broke everyone up. I turned to the crates. Clearing away the parachutes, I could see they were stenciled with an Admiral's name. I shook my head. Mark struck again.
"Need help with these crates," I said.
Boys jumped to help. Moments later, the crates were opened and thirteen shiny new dive rigs were laid out. The other crates were opened and the contents were checked. Everything was there.
"Jack, consider it a donation from the Navy," I said.
Jack nodded. He had caught on quick. It didn't take long to stow everything in the boating house by the dock. Rhino joined us in the mess hall for dinner. He was quickly becoming very well liked. At the evening's campfire, he thrilled the boys with his stories. Peter gently tugged on my shirt. I quickly got the idea. I followed him into the darkness, away from the fire. He stood on the bottom step of the office and slow kissed me.
"Let's go to bed," he whispered.
I picked him up and carried him to our cabin. I laid him down on my bed, and stripped his clothes off him. I stripped down quick, and slipped into the sleeping bag with him. He rolled on top of me, quickly warming me with his adolescent body. I was in love with this boy, that was for sure. We kissed again, starting to feel passion for each other. I kissed, licked, sucked, touched, and caressed him all over but his four inch hard throbbing cock. He kept whining and pleading, but I wanted to pleasure him those ways first. Finally I put that very firm part of him in my mouth and started sucking. Peter writhed and bucked, especially after I slipped my finger into him. He decided he wanted to suck me off, too. I felt his warm wet mouth on my seven inches. He took all he could down his mouth, and used his hand on the rest. I slowed my sucking down, wanting to time our pleasures right. Damn, he was doing good. I was getting too close. I started sucking hard and fast sensing my approaching orgasm. I tickled his prostate at the right time. We both exploded together, shooting cum into each other's willing eager mouths. Peter writhed and bucked against me, the passion of the moment driving him nuts. We finally calmed down. We kissed, tasting each other's cum in our mouths.
"Love you," Peter whispered.
"Love you," I said.
Something woke me up. I glanced at the luminous dial of my Navy dive watch. It was four in the morning. I started to move, then realized Peter wasn't there with me. I got up quick, pulling shorts on. I reached for my shoulder holster rig and put it on. I checked the .454 Casull I kept in there. The gun was one of the most powerful, and deadly. I had started wearing it when the reports about the crazy red-faced bear had started. Last report had him popping up at a scout camp twenty miles away. One scout had been injured. I left the cabin and headed down the walkway. Looking through a pair of night vision binoculars, I saw something moving by the mess hall. It moved, the I was able to see it.
"Redface!" I gasped.
It was the crazy bear. I moved into the shadow and watched it. The Casull came out of the holster and I flicked the laser sight on and the night vision part of the scope. A noise caught my attention. I swung the glasses to the left, and saw Peter coming out of the bathroom. The bear made a noise, and Peter saw it. I saw the panic cross his face. I hoped he wouldn't make any noise. He backed into the bathroom, but it was too late. Redface saw him. The bear roared, and charged. I leaped out of cover and yelled the same time Peter screamed. The bear turned my direction, stopped, and rose to his full height. He opened his mouth and roared once more. Lights were coming on all over the camp. I ignored everything and concentrated on the shot. I fired once, the Casull sounding like a cannon. The bear jerked back, and I knew I had hit him. He dropped down on all fours and charged me. I pulled the hammer back, and waited. I fired the next shot through his head, right between the eyes. He went down like he had tripped over something. When his head came back in sight, I fired a third shot right next to the second hole. This time he went down for good.
"Got you covered, Tom!" Rhino yelled.
I didn't look to see where he was. I knew. I moved forward cautiously, keeping the Casull pointed at the bear's head. I threw a big rock at him, then another one. I got up close, then kicked it twice. There was nothing left of the back of the bear's head. Redface was dead.
"Clear!" I yelled, decocking the Casull and slipping it back into the holster. "Peter."
I ran to the bathroon where I had seen Peter coming out of. I found him huddled in the corner under the sink. I reached for him and he got into my arms. The boy was shaking.
"Peter, it's okay now. The bear is dead," I said, holding him.
I felt his body start to relax and he calmed down. I carried him out of the bathroom. The whole camp by this time was standing around the bear. Rhino was looking it over. I walked past everyone with Peter in my arms and took him down to our cabin. I laid him back down in the sleeping bag and massaged his back until he went to sleep. The forest rangers were arriving as I walked up. All the boys were sent back to thier cabins to dress and to go to mess hall. Rhino stood as I walked up.
"Bear was shot with an arrow. Poison coated point. Wasn't enough to kill, but enough to drive him nuts," Rhino said. The rangers were furious. I helped load the bear into their truck and they left after taking statements from me and Rhino. Seems he got up the same time I did and covered my back with his M-16 rifle. I owed him one for that. I took breakfast back to the cabin for Peter. He was waking up when I walked in.
"Hey, how do you feel?" I asked him.
"Better. I though he was gonna get me," Peter said.
"Not a chance. I wouldn't let anything happen to you," I said.
"You are so cool," Peter grinned.
"I try," I smiled back.
"You don't have to try. You are," Peter said seriously.
I hugged the boy close to me. He was just a super kid. We knew things would change today, a group of new campers coming in today. We would have to figure out a way to get the privacy we needed to carry on our relationship. They weren't due in until one.
"Let's go down to the boathouse and swim," I suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea," Peter said.
Walking past the field, I saw Rhino in his climbing gear. I turned and went over.
"What gives?" I asked.
"Got to get back, Tom. Got the call about an half hour ago. Give you the details later," he said.
I nodded. "Kick ass for me. If you see the Admiral, give him this for me, okay?"
He took the manila envelope from me. "Consider it done."
A Heuey appeared from out of the tree line. The cable was dropped, and I secured it to his back hook. Giving the thumbs up, Rhino was lifted off the ground. I gave him the bird as he moved out of sight.
"He's a good friend, isn't he?" Peter asked.
"One of the best," I nodded.
My mind was very much with him, recalling the good times and the fights. Never will be days like that again, that's for sure. I turned and led Peter down to the boathouse. Smiling at me, he did a slow strip tease for me. I definitely rose to the occasion. I got naked seconds later and followed him into the water. The water felt cool and cleansing. The stress and anxiety of last night's events slipped away. I floated on my back and thought of things, wondering where I was heading. My life had changed so much in the six months I had been here. They were good changes, Peter being one of them. He wasn't just another boy I'd slept with, he was a real lover, someone I had really fallen in love with. I wondered how we would handle the separation when that time came. I wasn't going to worry about it now. I looked up to see Peter dive off the dock gracefully. He was good. I wondered if he was part of a swim team at home. He did it right. We finally decided to rest. Stretching out in the sun, he lay in my arms as the sun dried and warmed us.
"Tom, will you teach me that last thing?" Peter asked quietly.
"Yes, when you feel that you are ready for it. I don't want to hurt you," I said.
"Tell me about it," he said.
"Well, it's the man putting his cock inside the boy, the boy putting his cock inside the man. But the person getting it must be ready for it first. I would take plenty of ky and use a finger to get it inside you. My finger would move around inside, getting your rose stretched out and relaxed. I would add a second finger inside you and wiggle it around inside until you are stretched out enough. I put my cock head at the opening, and slowly get it in. Once I'm in, I'll relax and give you some time to get used to it. Then I start fucking you by moving my cock in and out of you until I came inside of you," I explained.
"Sound cool," Peter said.
"Best feeling there is in the world, especially for the one who does it for the first time," I said. "It's something very special, something to be share with two people who really truly love each other."
"Then how come it's shown on TV all the time?" Peter asked.
"Because people have forgotten how beautiful and special that act can be," I said.
I was right, too. People have forgotten what a beautiful act it can be. The older generation preaches to the younger generation about taking responsibility and to try to keep themselves moral while the older generation goes out and does the opposite. Not right.
Peter sighed. "I'll never understand you adults."
I smiled and shrugged. Peter leaned forward and kissed me.
"But I love you anyway," he said.
"Thanks, kiddo," I smiled.
I stroked his bare back for a bit, marveling in the smooth softness of his young body. Peter was young, he was just starting to become aware of himself and the world around him. He would learn hard painful lessons about the realities of life, and a part of me wanted to shield him from the reality of life. I wouldn't be helping him if I did. He had to find his own way.
The busses rolled in late. All the boys came off the bus and it took us about two, three hours to get them all settled down into their assigned places. I could tell that some of the ones in my cabin would try my patience. Lucky for me, Peter had been asked to be a junior counselor. He would be a big help. I wondered when Peter and I could slip away to be together. I wanted to make love to him again. I knew he wanted it, from the look he gave me. The right opportunity would come up, and we would get the chance to consummate our love. Thinking about it made me hard. These boys were gonna be fun to watch. It was late when we all settled into our beds. I set my alarm for my usual workout time. I dreamed of Peter that night, standing before me in all his boyish glory. He had his hands out to me and a smile on his face. We moved together and kissed. The alarm went off next to my head as we started to french. I woke to find Peter lying on top of me, his lips against mine. It hadn't been a dream. I smiled at him, feeling good about waking up this way. Peter shut off my alarm and held out my shorts. We went to my private cabin and I did my usual work out. I had been teaching Peter how to work out, so I watched his work out very closely. He was definitely catching on. Jack came up as we were finishing up.
"You two go into your cabin and get a bit of private time together, and I'll take care of your little savages. Deal?" he whispered in my ear.
I looked at him in shock. How did he find out? I felt nervous.
"I saw you both the other day sixty nining. That's how I knew. Tom, the first day you came here, I felt there was something special about you. Seems I was right. We'll talk more later. Your lover's waiting," he said with a smile.
I felt relieved. Peter looked up at me expectantly. I took his hand and led him to my cabin. Once the door was closed, I kissed him. I slowly undressed the boy, then myself. I led him to the bed in the corner and laid him down on it. He smiled at me, realizing that something was about to happen. I lay down next to him and took him into my arms.
"Love you," I whispered.
Peter kissed me, his soft lips on mine. "Love you."
The passion took over and we let it happen, our bodies responding to the feelings. I felt the boy's hands and fingers intimately explore my body. That felt so good. I moaned, feeling the heat growing inside of me. Peter's mouth was moving down me, kissing and licking. This boy was so good, he was a great lover. I responded by fondling his genitals, tickling and caressing his balls and cock. I heard his moans of pleasure. We moved into a sixty nine, each licking and sucking on the other's cocks. I moved from his cock and to his rose. It looked clean and pink, twitching in anticipation of pleasure. I ran my tongue across it once real slow. Peter groaned loudly, shivering.
"Tom, oh Tom!" he wailed.
I kept on rimming him, making him nuts. I got my tongue inside the boy's ass, feeling the heat of his canal on my tongue. He ground his ass into my face, wanting more. I kept licking and sucking at his ass. Peter had stroked up his cock to it's five inches (it had grown a bit more since the beginning of camp last week) and was sighing. I stopped, and he slid off me. He reached for the tube of ky I had placed on the table next to me. He put a bit on his finger and rubbed it into my rose. I felt the boy's finger enter me easily. I relaxed, knowing he was in for an experience. He added a second finger, then withdrew moments later. It was time. He rubbed some on his cock and moved in between my legs. I took hold of his cock and guided it to my rose. Peter slowly pushed himself inside of me. The feeling of a young cock in my ass for the first time nearly made me cry. Peter's eyes were closed as he continued to push himself into me. He finally stopped, his five inched inside. he relaxed for a moment, then started fucking me. Peter moved slow at first, wanting to feel his cock moving inside of me. It felt so good. His breathing got heavier and faster as he picked up speed, starting to really thrust inside of me.
"Tom.....Tom....want to....cum.....going to....cum....I'm cumming!" he squeaked, shoving his cock forcefully into me hard.
I felt the youngster's sperm shot out of his cock and into me. Peter kept fucking me fast and hard, until he stopped ejaculating. He collapsed on me, tears running down his face. I let him cry on my shoulder.
"It's okay. You just experienced one of life's greatest joys. Congratulations lover," I whispered.
I hugged him for a time, letting him get the feelings out. Peter finally stopped crying and relaxed against me. His eyes asked me to make love to him.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied.
I placed a folded pillow under his rump and left him on his back. I worked some lube into his ass with one finger, then two. He closed his eyes and moaned.
"Please. I'm ready for you," he whined.
I moved into place. Putting his feet on my shoulders, I pointed my cock at his twitching rose. I slowly entered the boy, trying not to hurt him. Once I got the head of my cock in, I relaxed a moment, letting get used to my cock. He nodded, and I took that as a signal to keep going. I eased my cock in slow, inch by inch, until he had all seven inches inside. Peter pulled my head down and kissed me.
"Go for it," he whispered.
I did. I started to fuck the boy slow, working my cock in and out of his pliant ass. He was tight, and the tightness of his rectal muscle around the hard man shaft felt good. As the feelings built up, I fucked faster, harder. Peter's eyes were closed, and he was moaning and groaning. The youngster writhed under me, adding to the feelings. I was losing it. I was going to cum.
"Peter....Peter....I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum inside of you. When I do, we will be bonded forever. I love you boy!" I gasped. "Oh, I'm cumming!"
I did. I felt the shots run through my shaft and into Peter. Peter was crying, the tears rolling down his face. Suddenly he came, his juice shooting onto both of us. We continued to come together, until we couldn't any more. I fell back on the bed on my side, pulling Peter with me. We rested, still connected. I felt my cock relax and withdraw it's self from inside Peter. He turned to me, tears still in his eyes. We hugged each other, feeling warm and safe in each other's arms. We dozed off for about an hour. I woke first, then got out of bed. Peter was lying on his side, a smile on his face. He was happy. I went into the bathroom and ran water into the tub. I sat down in it, stretching out. I had been in there for about fifteen minutes when Peter walked in. I lifted him into the bath and he snuggled up to me. We exchanged little kisses and caresses. I tenderly washed his body clean. He washed me clean. Back in the main room, I sat down in a rocker and he climbed onto my lap. I rocked back and forth, holding him in my arms. We were feeling very good. Life was perfect.
Jack and I did talk later. Turns out he is a boylover like me. I eventually managed to get my hands on a large sum of money after doing another job for the Seals. Jack and I formed a partnership and bought the camp. Peter became a regular at the camp year round. He came when he had a holiday from his school. His parents didn't care. I had found out what they were like one time and couldn't wait to get out of the house. The Navy Seals donated a few more things to the camp, and I was grateful for that (wonder if that was due to making sure the good Admiral never got in trouble for that little nasty business overseas? I'll never know), it's nice to know I still had friends there. I was happy with my life now. This was where I was meant to be. As for Redface, the bear, he was stretched out on the floor of my cabin, where Peter and I spent many nights together, locked in love's sweet embrace.