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 - 17
Cole yawned and lazily rolled to his side. It wasn't overly early; the camp would be waking soon. Pablo was still peacefully sleeping. Cole admired his friend's soft, brown, unblemished and completely smooth skin. Cole had just noticed he on the other hand was now seeing a few zits thanks to puberty.
Pablo's County-provided white briefs looked snug, his cock a soft lump resting off to one side. Cole remembered Pablo's words, "I wouldn't mind trying it again sometime," referring to the hand job that Cole had given him the previous night.
Cole looked at the cute boy only a foot away. "I wonder what he'd think about waking up that way?" he smiled.
Pablo sucked in a noisy breath through his mouth, gave a soft snort, and then settled back into a peaceful rhythm.
Cole decided the lump in Pablo's underwear was just too tempting. He pushed the top of his sleeping bag aside, got to his knees, and crawled closer. He gently lifted the waistband of Pablo's underpants and peaked inside. The boy's substantial penis was lying to the left, his nut sack comfortably cradled by a pouch of soft fabric. A wisp of black pubic hair surrounded the shaft with a thicker patch above.
"It looks like a fully grown man's cock, on a boy," Cole thought.
Pablo's breathing remained soft and regular. He was deep in sleep. Cole gently pulled the waistband of Pablo's briefs lower. It took several minutes, but he finally managed to wiggle his underpants down lower on his hips so that Pablo's cock was fully exposed. Cole watched to see if his friend stirred. He hadn't.
"Time to wake up," Cole whispered, closely examining Pablo's boyhood.
He playfully touched the tip, leaned a bit closer and gently blew a puff of warm air over the thing, and gave the head a soft rub. The touch and the soft breeze had an immediate effect. Pablo's cock stirred.
"Come on, that's a good boy," Cole chuckled. He coaxed the thing, like encouraging a scared puppy to come out from under a couch. Pablo's penis stirred. "Come on, a little more. You can do it." Cole smiled and Pablo's cock finally started to grow.
Wrapping his fingers around the swelling shaft, Cole tenderly worked Pablo to full stiffness. "Much better," Cole grinned when it was finally standing tall.
Pablo spread his legs slightly and pushed upwards.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like that," Cole giggled and gave the boy's dick a slow stroke. The thing was now throbbing in his hand, and Cole could feel Pablo's heart beat in the pulses. Cole looked at Pablo's face. He was still asleep.
Cole worked Pablo's cock. He had been practicing how to jerk off since he was twelve, and now considered himself an expert. The thing stood proud and a drop of clear fluid appeared on the tip.
"Hmm, you're starting to leak," Cole whispered and then chuckled.
Pablo stirred again, but Cole continued his work.
Cole turned to look at Pablo's face as he steadily increased the variety of ways he was pleasuring the boy's cock. He took care to be gentle, but wanted to work Pablo up to a higher level of excitement. Cole slowing increased speed as he went along. After a bit, Pablo seemed to be breathing a little faster, and his legs were moving more. Unconsciously he was starting to raise his hips and push his dick in and out of Cole's hand.
"You like that, don't you? I bet you're getting close." Cole smiled. He stroked the boy a little faster. Cole enjoyed the feeling of control that jerking Pablo's dick was giving him. He was in charge; he was the one making things happen. Pablo's cock was now spasmodically jerking upwards of its own accord.
Pablo stirred and his eyes started to flutter.
"Almost there, huh?" Cole whispered and jerked a little faster. "Come on then, do it," Cole whispered as he continued to work Pablo's dick with his hand.
Pablo groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Cole's hand on his dick and in a reflexive motion thrust his cock upwards. Groaning again he did it a couple of more times. Then there was a grunt, a final moan, and Pablo blew. A small fountain of boy cream began to erupt. Cole watched as three hard squirts of cum shot into the air and landed in wet spatters on Pablo's chest and belly. A fourth discharge oozed slowly out the tip to mess Cole's hand.
"Oh, fuck," Pablo moaned as he thrust his dick up through Cole's fingers several more times, perhaps hoping to make the magic last. A few seconds later he closed his eyes and finally stopped.
Cole looked at his cum coated hand and smiled. "Did that feel good?" he asked playfully.
Pablo, his eyes still closed, nodded, `yes'.
Cole used the tip of his finger to draw a circle in a puddle of cum near Pablo's belly button. Pablo turned to Cole and opened his eyes, the boys, now looking at one another, smiled.
"Did you like that?" Cole asked.
Pablo's eyes twinkled, "Hell, yeah."
Cole reached back to Pablo's softening dick and wrapped his fingers around it. He held it as it slowly became limp. Pablo stared at Cole's hand.
Cole saw the look in his friend's eyes; it was the same one they had given each other for years just before getting into some kind of mischief. Pablo's face hinted at a smile. More like a dare really. Cole's hand was still caressing Pablo's boyhood. The boys always seemed to know what the other was thinking.
Pablo gave another look toward Cole's hand. As Pablo's smile widened, Cole leaned over, parted his lips and took the kid's dick into his mouth.
"Oh, man..." Pablo groaned, "Fuck."
Cole tenderly used his tongue to clean the kid's shaft. He then moved to the head and gave it a long, sloppy lick and finished with a tiny kiss on the tip.
Pablo moaned softly.
Cole slowly sat back with a pleased look on his face. He hadn't wanted to suck his friend's dick. But cleaning him up a bit, well, that didn't really qualify as a blow job.
"What about that?" Cole chuckled.
Pablo's eyes were closed again and he had a dreamy look on his face. "Fantastic!" he whispered, fucking fantastic!"
Breakfast was somewhat subdued. The second Pathways van was already parked near the bus, so Cole guessed that the search team had arrived early and was already out after Miller.
"Think they'll find him?" Pablo asked as everyone sat together eating.
"Yeah, they'll find him," Levi answered.
Nothing much was said for a few minutes, then Sammy spoke up. "Hey, Mike," he asked between bites of a bagel. "Levi's starting to get ripe. When are we gonna get a chance to shower?"
Levi shot Sammy an accusing look. "I'm getting ripe?" he shook his head. "Fuck, you're the one that's nasty!"
Mike laughed at the exchange. "Actually, that was supposed to happen yesterday. But... well, stuff happened."
"So where are we going to go?" Sammy shrugged.
"There's a campground a few miles from here near a small lake. You guys can swim for awhile and then just before we leave you can shower up in the bathhouse."
"Cool," a couple of the kids said at the same time.
Levi shot Sammy another look at the word `bathhouse' but this time raised a playful eyebrow.
Sammy turned away, trying to stifle a laugh.
The lake was so clear Cole could see the sandy bottom in eight feet of water. It was more like a swimming pool than a lake.
Sammy was the first to dive in. "Jesus Christ!" he yelled as he came up sputtering. "It's like ice in here!"
Mike smiled. "Spring fed, it never really gets too warm," he chuckled.
"You could have told us!" Sammy snorted.
"Just suck it up," Mike dismissed him with a laugh.
Cole had to admit the water was beastly cold at first, much like a cold water shower after lying out in the sun all day. "But, it definitely gets better," he thought as the shock wore off.
"Check it out," Sammy said softly to Levi as the two stood in waist deep water.
Levi turned to look where Sammy was staring.
One of the younger guards was just unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. He had already pulled off his shirt to reveal a rock hard set of abs.
"Think he's packing?" Sammy teased.
Levi smiled. "What if he is? You want to blow him?"
"Wouldn't mind," Sammy grinned.
The guy dropped his pants to reveal a tight, clingy, swimsuit with a definite bulge.
"Fuck, that's sweet," Sammy said under his breath.
"Looks like he'd really drill you a new one with that thing!" Levi chuckled.
"Do you think he does guys?"
Levi shook his head, "Probably not, but what a fucking waste of good dick!" he laughed.
The crew spent a couple more hours swimming and enjoying time away from work. By noon the guys were more than ready for lunch. Mike directed a couple of the kids to the supplies and they cooked hotdogs over a wood fire again. This time it was built in a pit provided by the campground.
With lunch finished and things cleared away, Mike told the guys they could shower up and then the bus would pull out for the next job.
The concrete block shower house wasn't fancy. There were four shower heads, a couple of benches to hold stuff while you were changing, and two toilets.
"About time," Bentley sighed when he spotted the toilets. "I hate taking a crap in the woods." Seconds later he had dropped his swim suit and was sitting down.
"But there's no door!" Sammy wrinkled his nose.
"What the fuck do you care?" Bentley grunted as he got down to business.
"I'm just saying," Sammy shrugged.
"Fucking little fairy," Bentley mumbled.
Levi took a step toward the kid, but Sammy got between them and pushed Levi back.
"Who'd want to look at your junk anyway?" Sammy said over his shoulder.
Sammy stared into Levi's eyes in an effort to settle him down.
Bentley gave Sammy a one finger salute, and then squeezed out a fart.
Cole shared his shower with Pablo. They were both a little shy at first, but then relaxed.
"That was a nice way to wake up this morning," Pablo whispered as he ran a soapy hand over his cock and then under his balls.
"Thought you might like it," Cole's eyes were twinkling.
"So, are you going to do that to me every day?" Pablo teased. "I could get used to it."
"Nah, I don't think so." Cole paused, "Unless of course you want to do something for me."
Pablo laughed, "Sorry, I only go one way. You're on your own."
Cole chuckled. "That's what I thought."
The bus ride back to camp was uneventful. The guys were apparently satisfied now they had enjoyed a swim, some food, and a shower. Several kids seemed to be napping.
Cole glanced over at the seat next to him. Sammy and Levi were sharing it. He smiled as he saw Sammy's hand slowly making its way to a spot between Levi's legs. Sammy was being discrete, but still, Cole couldn't miss seeing what he was doing.
Cole nudged Pablo with his elbow and pointed in Sammy's direction.
Pablo gave the guys a look but didn't catch on.
Cole nudged him again and pointed lower.
This time Pablo saw Sammy's hand as it firmly groped Levi's cock.
Pablo shook his head and chuckled. "Do they ever stop?"
Cole shook his head `no', and laughed.
As the bus continued down the road, Mike stood and got everyone's attention.
Cole looked his way.
"Pathways delivered supplies this morning," Mike nodded toward a stack of stuff in the front two seats, "and they also brought mail."
Several of the kids had surprised looks.
"Just because we're working this summer doesn't mean we can't stay in touch with folks, like your family for instance."
"Fat chance," Cole thought, knowing how his mom was always working and never had the time to write.
Mike picked up a bundle of mail and began to sort it. A couple of minutes later he walked through the bus handing an envelope here and there to various kids.
"Here's one for you," Mike said to Cole. "No stamp, it must have come from Pathways."
Cole looked at the front. His name was hand written and wasn't particularly neat. He felt a flicker of excitement. "It could be from Tony," he thought, turning the thing over in his hands. He put his finger in the crease and tore the envelope open. Inside there was a piece of paper, folded several times.
Unfolding the sheet, Cole glanced at the bottom. When he saw Tony's name his pulse quickened as if he had just discovered buried treasure. Cole quickly looked around the bus to see if anyone was watching, and then slid lower in his seat to read.
"Dear Cole,
"You'll never guess what happened to Brandon, never in a million years."
Tony went on to talk about Brandon, some of the crazy things that were going on back at Pathways, and then mentioned that it was Ms. Rowley, a new counselor, that had helped him get up the courage to write.
Cole felt his emotions build as he read on. The letter was turning more personal.
"I can't believe how much I miss you. I feel so alone. The only reason I even try any more is because I hope that someday I can get out of here and find you."
Cole read on.
"Cole, about the last day you were here, I know that I told you that things were over between us. I saw the hurt in your eyes. I felt terrible, but, I thought it would make things easier for you if I wasn't around. The truth is I still care for you. I know it's asking a lot, but I hope you can forgive me."
There were now tears in Cole's eyes.
"Please Cole?" and it was signed, "Love, Tony."
"You okay?" Pablo whispered.
Cole wiped his eyes and sniffed. "Yeah."
"You don't look okay!"
Cole looked at his friend and more tears fell.
"He misses me," Cole choked, holding up the letter.
"Tony?"
Cole nodded and wiped at his eyes again.
Pablo sat back. "I don't know much about boyfriends," he said slowly, "but if he means this much to you, he must be pretty cool."
Cole looked over and choked back another round of tears. "Yeah, he's very cool!"
Cole and Pablo looked at one another, neither finding words.
About that time, Mike walked through the bus, gathering up trash.
"Hey Mike?" Cole asked softly, "If I, like, you know, wanted to write a letter back to one of the kids at Pathways, could I do that?"
"Yeah, I think I can find some paper and stuff." Mike paused for just a second. "I think Tony'd like that."
Cole couldn't hide his surprise.
Mike winked, smiled, and headed back toward the front.
Cole couldn't figure out how Mike would have known about Tony. "But," he thought, "Mike seems to know about a lot of things."
After all the mail was read, the kids on the bus seemed to settle down.
Just when Cole figured he'd close his eyes for a moment and get some rest, there was a loud fart from the back of the bus.
"Who the fuck did that?" One of the County kids groaned, while some others laughed.
The guy sitting next to Halvorson quickly got up and scooted to the other side of the bus.
"What?" Halvorson said with an attempt at an innocent look.
Pablo rolled his eyes and Cole laughed.
Later that night Pablo tossed his T-shirt into the corner of the tent and crawled into his sleeping bag. He was just wearing his briefs.
"You've been pretty quiet," Pablo said softly, looking over at Cole.
"Just thinking."
"About Tony?" Pablo rolled over.
"Yeah."
"It could be tough for you back in the hood."
"I know. I'll probably get my ass kicked."
Pablo looked down. "If I was bigger I'd look out for you."
Cole rolled onto his back. "Thanks."
"Does anybody else know you like guys?"
"Sammy and Levi, and a couple of other kids from Pathways."
"Maybe they could help?"
Cole shrugged, unconvinced.
"It'll be okay," Pablo finally announced, rolled onto his stomach, and grabbed his pillow.
Cole hoped Pablo was right.
It was the middle of the following afternoon when Mike yelled for everyone to stop what they were doing so he could hear someone on the other end of his cell phone.
The crew had moved to a spot some miles further into the woods and were busy cutting fallen logs into manageable pieces. With two kids to a cross cut saw, they had been busily arranging the timber, cutting it, and then putting it up in stacks. Several kids took turns swinging a single bladed axe to split larger pieces so they could dry.
"Uh huh," Mike nodded. "Uh huh." He repeated. "Well, make sure he gets checked out by the doc, clean him up, and then tuck him away."
Several of the guys who heard Mike assumed he was talking about Miller.
"Where did they find him?" Bentley asked, as Mike closed up his phone.
Mike paused. "Five miles down the road."
"Is he okay?" another kid asked.
"Bug bites, thirsty, hungry, scratched and scuffed, but otherwise okay.
Several of the kids looked at one another.
"What's gonna happen to him?" Levi asked.
Mike shrugged, "Up to the judge, but he probably just earned himself three years in lock up."
"The dumb fuck," Bentley replied softly.
"Way to go, Miller," another kid sighed.
"Okay, back to work," Mike said sadly.
"Hey, Tony," Brandon said hurriedly just as the two were getting in line for supper.
"Yeah?"
"They just brought Miller back."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, I heard it from the fat kid."
"What's he doing back here?"
"Fat kid said he looked like shit, all dirty, scratched up; looked like he hadn't slept in days."
"Wonder what happened."
"Fat kid heard a couple of guards talking. He said it sounded like Miller might have tried to run off."
"The stupid shit," Tony sighed as he picked up a tray and started down the line.
"Check it out. You might get a shot at the conservation program after all," Brandon said excitedly.
"Why do you think that?"
"Cause they'll probably have to replace Miller. You were like number two for that spot weren't you?"
Tony shrugged. "I never knew for sure, but I think I was close."
Brandon grinned, "So put the moves on Ms. Rowley and get her to recommend you."
Tony laughed. "She didn't want Jacoby's dick, why would she want mine?"
"I'm not talking about dick, asshole! I'm talking about you showing her you're the best man for the job out there."
"Why are you so interested in my shit?"
"About time I move up around here. With your sorry ass out of the way, I'll run the show."
Tony laughed. "Like that will ever happen!"
Conner closed his eyes and let the good feelings wash over him. Brandon's finger was gently sliding in and out of his ass as Conner held on to the sink in Brandon's room. Conner's jumpsuit was at his feet, he hadn't bothered to take off his shoes.
"Ready for some dick?" Brandon whispered after Conner groaned for like the fifth time.
"Yeah, give it to me," Conner moaned.
Conner felt the finger pull back and the blunt knob of Brandon's cock take its place at the entrance to his ass.
"You're such a slut, you know that?" Brandon chuckled as he gradually added pressure and his cock slipped inside.
"So they tell me," Conner whimpered contentedly.
Brandon pushed forward and started to fuck. "The fat kid seems happier lately." Brandon slammed in a bit harder. "You know anything about that?"
Conner grunted as Brandon's dick found his favorite spot in there, "Nah, not really."
Brandon picked up speed and pushed Connor lower.
"I wouldn't want to find out you're letting that fat son of a bitch do you," Brandon emphasized his point with a particularly hard thrust.
Conner grunted again as Brandon dug in deeper. "Nope, he's not fucking me!"
"Like I said, I don't want him messing with you. You're MY bitch."
Conner groaned. "Got it," he huffed as Brandon put his legs into it.
Brandon grabbed Conner by the waist and pulled him back hard, slamming his dick deep up the kid's ass.
"That's more like it," Conner whined happily.
"Don't worry, I'm just getting started," Brandon chuckled.
An hour later, after two really good poundings and an ass full of cum, Conner had to agree that Brandon had been right. "He had been just getting started."
Conner watched as Brandon pulled up his jumpsuit and tucked his cock away. Word was already getting around that Brandon wanted to move up and start running things. "Maybe I should stick with what I got?" The thought just popped in and then right back out.
Conner pulled up his own pants and zipped up. "Always keep your options open," he told himself.
Thanks for reading and a special thanks to Andrew for his advice and assistance. Please write me with comments or suggestions at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Thanks, Jon.