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. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Love Unlocked - 14
Cole yawned and rolled onto his back. He scratched his balls, squeezed out a soft fart, and stared at the top of the tent. Pablo, still soundly asleep, gave a little snort as he rolled to his side.
"Too damn early," Cole thought with a sigh as the first sounds of kids moving around the camp drifted in.
Pablo had kicked his sleeping bag off and was lying on top of the thing. Cole looked at his friend's slim figure, the light brown skin and the boyish face. He seemed peaceful.
Cole watched a bit longer until finally Pablo stirred. He slowly opened his eyes and they gradually focused, he looked around the tent and smiled.
"Hey," Pablo yawned, now looking at Cole.
"Sleepy head," Cole chuckled.
Pablo was quiet for just a moment. "Thanks, you know, for last night," he whispered.
Cole nodded, but wasn't quite sure what Pablo meant, after all Cole had just reminded him they were still friends, no matter what.
The loud clanging of a pot against a fry pan signaled the day had officially started.
"We better move it," Cole said softly. "Mike will have a shit fit if we're late.
Pablo yawned one more time. Cole smiled as he watched his friend crawl around on hands and knees searching for his shirt, pants, socks, and shoes. Whenever Cole had visited Pablo at home, the boy's room had been a disaster, everything strewn all over the place. Pablo picked up his shirt, and then his jeans. He reached back, scratched his ass through his underpants, and then let out a fart of his own. He never gave Cole a glance.
Cole grinned.
With six kids added to those from Pathways, construction on the rock wall went much more quickly. The ache in Cole's arms, legs, and back from the previous day had carried over and was made worse by the second day's work. He idly wondered if he could talk Pablo into giving him a back rub that night.
Cole looked at his watch and tried to figure out what Tony would be doing about now. Getting up and taking a shower he guessed. He wondered if Tony was missing him as much as he missed Tony.
Miller's ongoing complaints had started again with breakfast. "Are we gonna have to eat crap like this all summer?" he whined when served scrambled eggs with bacon bits.
Mike had given him a stern look, and Cole wondered how much longer the man would put up with Miller's attitude before doing something about it.
By mid-afternoon the wall was finished. The boys cleared brush from both sides of the road, carrying the limbs deeper into the woods and scattering them about. The road now looked well kept and very serviceable.
"Pack up," Mike said as the boys took a well deserved rest. "We break camp in half an hour and move on to the next job."
There were a few groans as the boys had expected their day was finished and they'd be able to relax until dark. Within the hour the vehicles were loaded and they were on their way again.
Tony knocked and waited for permission to enter the counselor's office. He wasn't looking forward to another session with Ms. Rowley, still embarrassed that he'd broken down and cried the last time they'd met.
"Come in," the counselor's voice came through the closed door.
Tony took a deep breath and turned the knob.
There had been close to half an hour of near silence with a question here or there from Ms. Rowley which Tony answered in short two or three word responses. They both seemed to know what subject needed more conversation, but Tony could sense neither of them wanted to be the first to go there. It was Ms. Rowley who finally did.
"Tell me more about Cole," she said gently.
"What's to tell?" Tony shrugged, feeling himself becoming defensive.
"It's obvious you loved him, perhaps still do."
Tony looked at his shoes, he was becoming more uncomfortable.
"The rest of the boys in here look up to you. Unofficially, you're kind of their leader. Am I right?"
Tony shrugged again. "I guess so," he mumbled.
"That's a big responsibility, everybody looking to you for how they should act, and how things should be handled around here."
Again Tony shrugged. "But instead of being the tough guy, something happened. You fell in love." Ms. Rowley's voice was now soft and very caring.
Tony looked over at her.
"How long have you known you're attracted to boys?"
The question caught Tony off guard. He had never really thought of it that way. "I'm not sure I am."
"But you love Cole."
Tony nodded. "Yeah," he whispered.
"Is he the first boy you've been close to?"
Tony shuffled his feet and thought about not answering. Finally he decided, `what the fuck' and looked up. "I've messed around a lot, started when I was barely thirteen. I've done plenty of girls." Tony paused and thought about Tamara and the baby growing inside her...his baby. "When you're in here, sometimes other stuff happens."
Ms. Rowley didn't show any sign of surprise. "So Cole wasn't the first boy you were with," she offered as a statement and not a question.
Tony looked at his shoes again.
"What was different with Cole?"
Tony could feel his emotions start to build. "Don't know," he said softly.
"Really?" Ms. Rowley gently challenged.
Tony looked at the woman and knew he couldn't keep up the front any longer. "Once I did something bad to him, and Cole stood up to me. He made me feel like shit. He was so right. I was acting all macho, and didn't give a damn about him or anybody else." Tony felt his eyes growing wet.
"And?"
"And he stood up to me, told me off, that pint-size fucker." Tony gave her a bit of a smile before the tears started to fall.
"Then what?" Ms. Rowley urged.
"I knew he was right, and I saw that he was a really good kid."
"And that he loved you."
Tony nodded, and, unable to hold back, he cried.
"That's when you knew."
Tony sniffed and wiped at his eyes. "Guys like me are supposed to like girls."
Ms. Rowley gave Tony a caring smile. "We can't choose who we're supposed to love. It just happens."
It was quiet for several long minutes as Tony continued to softly cry. Ms. Rowley made no effort to stop him.
"It's okay to just be who you are," she finally whispered.
Tony looked up, his eyes red, and the stains of his tears still on his face. "But it's so hard," he sobbed.
Ms. Rowley got up and came around her desk. She sat on the edge and held out her hand. Tony reluctantly held his out and she took it in both of hers and rubbed it.
"Tony, love is wonderful, no matter when, or where, or how we find it. If you don't learn anything else while you're here, that one thing is enough."
Tony couldn't bring himself to look at her.
"There's one more thing. Sometimes, the hardest person to love is yourself."
This time Tony did look up. Ms. Rowley smiled.
Tony reached for her. She stood and wrapped her arms around him.
Conner Hathaway placed his lunch tray next to Brandon's and sat down. He intentionally edged closer and brushed his leg up against Brandon's.
"How's my bitch?" Brandon smiled.
"Great!"
Brandon seemed pleased with the response.
"So, when are you going to do me again?" Conner smiled, and reached under the table to give Brandon's crotch a squeeze.
"I talked Stansfield into trading places with you on clean up detail. He'll work the kitchen so you can be with my crew sweeping floors and stuff."
"Then what?" Conner mumbled before putting a forkful of food into his mouth.
"Then when our crew goes to the rec room to straighten things up the two of us sneak into your room."
Conner perked up. "Wish we could get another guy to join us."
"I'm all out of cigarettes," Brandon sighed.
Conner knew Brandon had given Jacoby a pack to get him to agree to yesterday's fuck. Conner burrowed his hand a little deeper between Brandon's legs and rested it squarely on top of Brandon's dick. As they continued eating, Conner looked at Brandon every once and a while and groped him. He wanted to work Brandon up a bit.
"You know you're making me hard?" Brandon chuckled.
"Yeah, that's kind of the point." Conner rubbed him again.
"But it's two more hours before chores."
Conner shrugged, "I want to give you something to think about."
Brandon shook his head and reached for his dessert.
Conner gave him another rub.
The drive to the next project site took a little over an hour. Cole had closed his eyes and managed to catch a few minutes of sleep. The new place was deeper in the woods and the road had turned into more of a lane with two ruts. The bus had bounced up and down considerably as one wheel or another would drop into a hole. Finally they stopped.
Mike was first off and directed the kids toward a spot still further into the woods. When Cole pushed his way through some bushes he found a flat meadow of wild flowers.
"A logging company clear cut this area five years ago," Mike explained as everyone looked across several acres of grass. A truck will arrive in the morning with a load of pine seedlings. We're going to spend a couple of days planting them."
"Fucking great," Cole herd Miller mumble.
Cole looked at the wide expanse and felt something inside. At that moment he knew that what they were doing would make a difference. He felt good.
The boys trudged back to the bus and started to unload. Mike pointed to an area near the bus that would become the camp.
Cole watched as Sammy and Levi put their heads together and whispered. "They're up to something," he thought with a smile.
A few minutes later, Levi took the lead and Sammy followed, carrying their tent between them. They nonchalantly walked further and further away. Cole had no doubt they would have gone out of sight if Mike hadn't called them back.
"And where are you two going?" Mike called.
Sammy turned back. "Just wanted a little space," he shrugged.
Cole knew what they really wanted was some privacy.
"I think you'll have enough space over there," Mike nodded to a spot a good deal closer to the rest of the tents.
Levi gave Sammy a disappointed look. "Nice try," Cole heard him say and they turned back around.
The camp fire was small, Mike was careful about things like that. Sammy sat on the ground next to Levi wishing that they could hold hands or something. But that wouldn't be a good idea in front of the other kids, especially the ones from County.
Sammy looked at Cole and Pablo as they talked and occasionally laughed. They seemed very at ease with each other. Levi's question of the night before about whether the two had ever had sex came to mind. "Maybe," Sammy mused. Cole seemed happier now that Pablo was here. Sammy wondered what that said about Cole's feelings for Tony.
Supper had included lemonade, and Sammy had helped himself to several glasses. He felt the urge to piss slowly building in his bladder. He whispered to Levi excusing himself and then he walked outside the circle of light cast by the fire. He walked past some tents to a spot well hidden from any prying eyes and stepped behind a tree.
Sammy unzipped, pulled his cock out, and relaxed. It took a moment before the stream started, but then he felt the wonderful feeling as the tension eased.
He was nearly finished when he heard a twig snap behind him. He turned, half expecting to see Levi. But instead, one of the County kids was standing there leering.
"Giving it a little work out?" the kid teased.
Sammy finished quickly and tucked himself back in. He felt annoyed more than anything and just wanted to be rid of the guy. "Fuck off," he said, without much emotion, his voice showing his lack of interest.
The kid looked down, his glance accompanied by the sound of a zipper.
He pulled his cock out. "Don't think we could get away with a fuck," the boy said, giving his dick a slow tug. "But if you put your mouth on it we'll both have a good time."
Sammy sized up the situation. If he yelled he'd bring half the camp over and that probably wouldn't be good for either of them, especially if the kid said that Sammy was the one who started things. If Mike believed that, they'd both be out. Sammy looked at the kid's dick and knew there was no way he was going to let him put that in his mouth, so giving the guy a hummer wasn't an option either. Then again, the guy could probably force him. He decided that there was still something else he could try. "Chess isn't the only thing I'm good at," he reasoned, "there's always Poker."
"Okay," Sammy said softly, taking a step closer. "You want a blowjob? I'll give you one."
The County kid smiled, probably surprised at how easy this was going to be.
"But," Sammy said very slowly, "you know, around here you've got to watch out for squirrels and stuff."
"Squirrels?" The kid was still stroking his dick and it was now fully hard.
"Yeah," Sammy took another step closer and then got down on his knees. He paused just a second. "Squirrels love nuts, but they have sharp teeth." Sammy's voice had turned hard and menacing. "How do you think you'd explain bite marks on your dick?"
The kid got a worried look. "You wouldn't dare!"
From his kneeling position Sammy stared the kid down. "I swear, I'll bite the fucker off if I get a chance."
Sammy could practically see the wheels turning in the kid's head. He looked as if he still wanted to go through with it, but then pushed his dick back into his pants and zipped up.
"A little prick like you isn't worth the trouble," he finally said.
Sammy stood up, never taking his eyes off the guy.
The kid shrugged, turned around, and started to walk away.
"Try it again, and I'll make sure they send you back," Sammy said to the boy's retreating back, his voice firm.
The kid raised his hand in a one finger salute and it was all over.
"I'll fucking kill the bastard!" Levi said later that night in the tent. Sammy had just finished telling him about his encounter in the woods.
"The hell you will!" Sammy shot back. "You try anything and they'll send you back and you'll be locked up."
"It'd be worth it." Levi's voice was hard as steel.
"He won't try it again," Sammy said smugly.
"How do you know?"
"I told him I'd bite the fucker off." Sammy's eyes twinkled.
"What?" Levi was both puzzled and amused.
"Nobody's going to do stuff to me any more unless I want them to," Sammy said with confidence.
Levi calmed down. He was glad to see Sammy was starting to stand up for himself. But he was still worried about him. "Promise you'll tell me right away if anything like that happens again."
This time it was Sammy that seemed amused. "Maybe." He smiled playfully.
"Maybe?" Levi grinned, and then lunged forward and pushed Sammy onto his back. The boy was giggling and carrying on as Levi tickled him. Then he stopped and snuggled close. Levi looked down as he lay over Sammy and couldn't resist offering a kiss.
Sammy, his arms stretched out over his head with Levi tightly holding his hands to the ground, didn't resist.
The kiss was soft, tender, and loving.
"Nobody's going to do stuff to you unless you want them too?" Levi repeated.
Sammy rolled his head back and forth, `no'.
A smile came to Levi's face. "Well, I wanna do stuff to you right now," he whispered.
Sammy raised his hips up and slowly ground his dick against Levi. "You do, huh?"
Levi nodded.
"Okay," Sammy blushed.
Levi reached down and slowly felt up Sammy's dick. "I promise, it'll be way better than okay!"
Conner let Brandon take charge, though it was debatable as to who wanted it more. There weren't a lot of preliminaries. They had both waited until they were sure they could slip away from the work detail without being too obvious. The other guys knew Brandon had `wanted time with his bitch.'
Conner held his arms out as Brandon climbed between his legs and lay on top of him. He wrapped his legs around Brandon's ass and pulled him tight against himself.
"How do you want it?" Brandon asked, he was relaxed, and wasn't in a hurry.
Conner gave a little shrug, "You decide," he whispered.
The boys kissed for a couple of minutes, Brandon gently rubbing up against Conner.
Brandon backed up and pulled on his cock. "Roll over," he said softly. "And spread 'em."
Conner gave him a smirk and happily did as he was told.
Conner felt Brandon's lips against the back of his neck as Brandon reached under the pillow for the lube. The kiss was soft, but Conner was eager for the main event.
The click and the squirting sound announced it was almost time. Conner flinched slightly. "Fuck, that's cold!" he complained under his breath.
Brandon's finger went straight to the spot and easily slipped inside.
"Oh," Conner happily sighed.
Brandon worked one finger back and forth for a while, and then added a second. Conner loved the feel of anything up there. He was a total bottom.
"Put another one in," he begged after a couple of minutes.
Brandon added the third. "Ever have a whole hand up there?" he asked as he dug around.
"No, but I've always wondered about it," Conner moaned.
Brandon went back to just two fingers. "Sometime I should get another guy and we'll put two cocks in there." The tone of his voice hinted that he was only partly joking.
Conner raised his ass up when Brandon was finally ready. He pulled his cheeks apart and waited for the moment he loved best...the feel of being entered for the first time. He loved getting fucked!
Brandon took this part slowly, giving Conner a wonderful feeling.
Conner felt Brandon's weight on his back as he lay down and pumped his dick a couple of times in and out of the tight orifice.
There wasn't any talk, just the needy sounds of two boys using each other's bodies to get off. Conner didn't mind. A cock was a cock and it was all good.
"Yeah, shove that fucker in there," Conner grunted when Brandon started to pick up speed. He raised his ass up and eagerly pushed against the dick that was reaming his hole.
Conner knew the sound of their fucking was carrying into the hall. He didn't care.
"Come on, bitch, move that ass," Brandon groaned as he thrust faster and harder.
Conner moved his butt from side to side.
Brandon's cock was pounding him in all the right spots, and Conner was thoroughly enjoying this. "Hit it harder!" he whimpered, pushing back for more.
Brandon must have dug his feet into the mattress, because Conner felt the angle change and there was more power to each thrust. It was fantastic.
"Yeah, that's the way. Put your legs into it," Conner grunted. It was now exactly how he liked it. Deep and hard!
Brandon rabbit fucked for a minute and then switched to long, measured, thrusts. A couple of minutes after that, he went back to pounding hard and fast. Surprisingly, Brandon managed to hold off for another five minutes. Conner continued to urge him on. But then it was time. "Ready for some cum?" Brandon grunted.
"Yeah, shoot it up my ass," Conner begged.
Brandon slammed in three more times, screwed his dick around, and then groaned.
Conner felt Brandon's dick jerk and then a warm wetness started to fill his butt.
"Oh yeah, cream me," he moaned and pushed his ass tight against Brandon's crotch. He wanted every drop of cum he could get. Brandon pumped him a couple of more times no doubt unloading the last of it.
Then Brandon stopped, and then let out a long breath. He remained perfectly still for a few seconds, and then collapsed onto Conner's back, his mouth inches from Conner's right ear.
"Fuck, oh, fuck!" Brandon moaned, slowly grinding his cock in circles again.
Conner closed his eyes and raised his ass up hoping to hold on to the good feeling a bit longer. He loved cock in his ass, and he loved warm cum in there even more.
Brandon's ragged breathing slowed and it grew quiet.
Conner felt Brandon's cock start to shrink.
"You can do it again? Right?" he mumbled, not wanting to lose that pleasant, full feeling in his ass.
"Sorry," Brandon sighed and slowly pulled out. Brandon rolled off the boy's back and lay next to him on the bed.
A long minute passed. "Did you get off?" Brandon finally whispered as he leaned up on an elbow.
Conner turned over. Now on his back, he slowly rolled his head, "no."
Brandon gave Conner's dick a couple of strokes. He was totally hard. He jerked him for a while longer as Conner watched.
Then, Conner looked into Brandon's eyes and gently moved his hand from his dick to a spot under his balls.
Brandon rubbed the tip of his finger up and down along the line between the base of Conner's cock and his hole.
Conner took over stroking, wrapping his hand around his dick. He raised his hips from time to time pushing it through his hand. Brandon's finger was temptingly close to where Conner really wanted it.
Conner grunted each time Brandon accidentally brushed against the spot.
Their eyes were locked together, Conner silently pleading with Brandon to do it. But Brandon still teased.
"Want it in your hole, bitch?" Brandon finally asked.
"Ugh, yeah," Conner whined lifting his ass off the bed.
Brandon lowered his fingertip and with infinite slowness inserted it into Conner's rectum.
"Oh fuuuuuuuk," Conner whimpered as he raised his hips a bit higher and started to jerk faster.
Brandon teased him a little more by slowly withdrawing and holding the tip just inside. Conner pleaded for more. Brandon finally obliged and pushed his finger in deep and gave it a slow turn. That was what Conner wanted, what he needed. He needed something probing, penetrating, and deliciously wicked up his ass. Conner whimpered softly as Brandon worked his finger in and out. Brandon kept at it until finally Conner grunted, and a fountain of cum spurted from the end of his dick.
Conner's eyes were closed. But he didn't need to see Brandon to know that he was still there. Brandon's finger, that wonderful finger, had finally found the place, and that was all he needed to know.
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