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Chapter One
I?m sure the people who built the summer camp didn?t realize that we Fae folk already owned these woods. But we?re used to having humans ignore us, and wouldn?t have it any other way. Of course, most of us would also like them to stay away entirely. But on the other hand, some of us have found that humans are good for a laugh! We Fae have a lot in common with people, more than you realize. What we have in common, in a word, is sex. When humans come to a Fae place, strange things can happen, because having us around puts humans in a state of arousal. They can?t see us, they don?t know we?re there?but we turn them on. And nothing makes humans do silly things more than their sex drive.
Which brings us to Camp Atheneum. A camp for boys. No fancy stuff, just boys, rustic cabins, woods. And did I mention boys? Away from their parents, away from teachers, away from all those jerks who have this strange idea that boys are sexless creatures who will one day turn 18 and then be legal, sexual, marriageable. They somehow don?t notice that there is this long period in which boys are not children any more, before they become men. And a boys camp is a place for boys like that. A place for boys to wake up to the magic currents of sex that will carry them across that threshold.
And if the Fae are around, those currents of sex are going to be even more intense. Which is why Camp Atheneum was such a lively place.
I liked nothing better than to creep into the cabins at night, to watch boys drunk on their own awakening bodies find ways to satisfy their longings. Boys are inventive that way. The braver ones did this to one another and for one another, but all did it one way or another. No boy spent a summer at Camp Atheneum without knowing what his boy organs were capable of.
But that doesn?t mean everyone at Camp Atheneum accepted this state of affairs. There were always one or two killjoys, who had the silly idea that boys were supposed to somehow get through these boy years without surrendering to the sexual practices and pleasures that was there to awaken their bodies and, eventually, make them men. Sure, most of those men would lose interest in the bodies of boys and men, but for now, the bodies of boys were the best way to get them there.
In the summer when these events happened, one of those killjoys happened to be the head counselor. His name was Thad. Not an unattractive lad, but when younger he?d had an unrequited love for an older boy, and it had broken his heart. He decided that boys were just not meant to be with boys, and his mission was to keep his boys? thoughts turned away from sex, and especially one another. He himself had a girlfriend, Polly, who worked at the nearby girl?s camp, and they had taken chastity vows to one another.
Thad liked to comb through the cabins at night and catch boys doing what boys do. The night before, he had noticed an empty bed in one cabin, belonging to a boy named Herman. From the first day of camp, Thad had marked Herman out as a likely problem. He was one of the younger boys, having just turned 11, but he had the twinkle in his eye that could mean only one thing. He also had the kind of beautiful golden locks, fair skin, long limbs, ravishing full lips, and red cheeks, that are known to inflame the passion of even the toughest most macho boys, perhaps them most of all. And Thad could see that Herman knew exactly what his advantages were, invariably being clothed in a cutoff midriff-exposing T-shirt, the tightest gym shorts showing off his marvelous bubble butt and long hairless legs, and, often enough, the tantalizing outline of a stiff little hard-on.
Indeed, when Thad lay in bed at night himself, it took an extraordinary amount of mental concentration not to think about Herman, not to imagine that Herman was there with him, opening those pink cheeks.
So when Thad entered the cabin to the sound of the regular inhalation and exhalation of a gaggle of sleeping boys, the first bed he looked to was Herman?s, and when he saw that the bed was empty, he wasn?t entirely surprised. He looked around to see who else?s bed was empty, and discovered instead that one of the bed had two bodies in it, cuddling together asleep, no doubt having spent themselves in giving over to the pleasure that boys can give one another.
Like many prudish types, Thad wasn?t a terribly imaginative sort, so no specific mental pictures formed of what the two boys might have been doing under the covers. But I?d seen what happened earlier this evening.
It was the third day of camp. Herman had spent the first few days charming all the other boys and thinking about who he wanted for his boyfriend. For although Herman seemed like a little slut, and indeed, for the year or so since he had discovered sex at the hands of an older boy in the neighbourhood, he had been all too happy to have sex play with as many partners as possible, and he had been forced to rely mostly on older boys (and the occasional man) to satisfy his sexual appetite. Now he wanted a boy of his own, his own age, more or less. And he had a feeling that if you stuck with one boy, there might be all sorts of new things you could discover. Maybe even love.
The first few days of camp was a time when boys took stock of the changes from last summer, if they were returning, or in general started to sort out the relationships for the coming summer. Needless to say, Herman had no shortage of opportunities. The bold approach of some of the boys turned him off, and soon his eye fell on Sandor. Like Herman, this was Sandor?s first summer at Camp Athenium. And Herman?s practiced eye could see that although Sandor was, at 12, about a year older than him, Sandor was much more innocent about sex. He had long dark hair, well down his back, and a face of pre-raphaelite beauty. Like Herman?s, his voice had yet to change. In fact, Herman wasn?t at all sure that Sandor was interested in sex, so he made a point of lingering right in front of Sandor while changing from swimming, doing a slow striptease down to his birthday suit, making sure when he pulled his bathing suit down not far from Sandor?s face, his prick flipped up stiff to attention. There was no doubt that the sight transfixed Sandor, and when he looked up and saw that Herman was staring at him he blushed, but Herman?s sunny smile made him feel there was nothing to be ashamed about. At the moment Sandor was himself naked, having just come out of the showers, and his own loins very quickly sprung a boner. While Herman?s penis was still largely that of a child, Sandor?s had clearly begun to thicken and grow, the most manly part of his body, though it had only the barest whisper of hair above it.
Herman whipped his towel at Sandor and soon the whole changing room erupted in good natured sport, where a boner or two could be expected.
So it was, that night, as the boys drifted off to sleep, Herman lay in wait, ready to test his suspicion that Sandor might be ready for what would probably be his first sexual experience with another, and indeed that Sandor might be the boy for Herman.
Herman was nothing if not patient, and once he was confident that the other boys were asleep, he slipped out of his bed and padded over to where Sandor slept, wearing only a pair of sports briefs, his skinny, pale boyish frame glowing in the moonlight.
Sandor looked to be asleep. Herman looked around, having a moment of wondering if he was being too bold. He kneeled down and gently shook Sandor?s shoulder. Sandor startled awake but Herman delicately put a hand over his mouth, indicating silence. With a gesture he asked if he could come under Sandor?s covers.
Sandor nodded with an eagerness that made Herman smile, pulling back the covers and sliding over to make room.
Herman got in, careful not to crowd the other boy too much.
?I was having trouble sleeping,? whispered Herman. Sandor, not sure what to say, nodded. Herman made some small talk about things going on in the cabin, inching slowly closer to Sandor as a did so, until he could feel the boy?s warmth all down his body, and knew that Sandor could feel his. Herman concentrated on magnifying that warmth, hoping it was arousing Sandor as much as he was aroused by being this close.
Soon the boys were so close that they could feel one another?s breath. Herman?s hard-on was straining against his shorts with all its power. As he talked, he put his hand casually on Sandor?s shoulder, at least as casual as you can be when you?re lying under the covers with a boy you madly want to have sex with, but don?t want to scare off. He had already seen that Sandor wasn?t wearing a shirt, and the bare skin of the boy?s shoulder felt warm under his hand. Herman turned the subject of the conversations to belly buttons ? who had an innie, who had an outie. He wanted to know what Sandor had, but Sandor was confused about the distinction, so Herman touched it, diagnosing it quickly as an outie like his own. This gave him an excuse to brush his hand lower, intending to catch the band of Sandor?s underwear?but there was no underwear, and instead the tips of his fingers caught a hard nub of flesh. Sandor trembled and moaned quietly, putting his arm around Herman?s shoulder and bringing his body right up against the other boy?s. Sandor clearly was sleeping naked, and now his erection was pressing against Herman?s, the thin layer of Herman?s underwear the only thing between the two throbbing members.
Sandor?s arms around his neck, it was a simple matter of yielding for Herman to bring his face to the face of the other boy, and for the two to fall into a kiss. Sandor had never kissed another boy, and though Herman had pressed lips and tongue together in the fever of lust, he had never felt anything like this, because as their mouths came together and their bodies entwined both boys felt everything in them explode into the biggest feeling they?d ever had.
The kiss went on for a while, their tongues probing one another?s mouths, the occasional awkward click between their teeth doing nothing to diminish the ecstasy of it. Breathless, they parted, both smiling in surprise. Sandor reached down and did the only sensible thing, peeling Herman?s underwear down, the only thing between them. Herman lifted his hips, glad to be rid of the last shred of clothes. Sandor straddled his thighs, wanting to feel what their cocks would be like together, he cupped them together with his hand and slid his hips, the friction delicious. He ran his hands down the front of Herman?s body, golden and firm, amazed by its beauty. Herman reached back and squeezed the cheeks of Sandor?s butt, while Sandor bent forward and began to taste Herman?s nipples. There was so much the boys wanted to explore. But now Sandor, still on top (which was just fine with Herman, who, for all his sexual forwardness, was very happy to play the receptive role, and was finding himself incredibly turned on by Sandor?s slight age advantage), dove back on to Herman?s mouth, kissing him more. As he did, he slid his hips back thrust his cock between the boy?s thighs, the sweet softness of his skin like silk. Herman couldn?t believe how great the older boy?s thick shaft felt pressing against his balls, and his own rigid cock now pressed between his belly and Sandor?s. Their bodies began to move together, finding their own rhythm, at first exquisitely slow, each sensation feeling infinite. They continued to kiss, and the mouth-to-mouth fusion of their bodies inspired a feeling of union all the way down to their toes, with further electric currents zapping from Sandor?s cock, stoking Herman?s balls and his thighs, and Herman?s cock, prodding butterflies in Sandor?s belly. They groaned into one another, amazed that anything could feel this good right, and then Sandor felt the world explode and Herman felta thick geyser of warm sticky goodness pumping itself out between his legs, and in response his own erection exploded in a wave of pleasure which produced only a few drops. Their mouths still together, both boys felt their bodies relax into one another, and wrapped their arms tightly around one another?s bodies, and fell asleep just like this, glued together by the most copious ejaculation Sandor?s young years had ever produced.
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