Cameron and Mike

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

Cameron wiped the sweat from his face with his jersey. It was another miserably hot and dry day at a baseball game. The heat wasn’t the only thing gnawing at him. The sight of his good friend, Mike, up at bat had him feeling hot and bothered. Mike, all six feet of him, clutching the bat tightly, his shoulders drawn tense. Cameron dreamed:

Mike’s strong arms wrapped around him; holding him firmly.
Mike’s mouth interlocking with his.

Cameron snapped from his day dream to the sound of the bat making contact with the ball. The ball soared through the air past outfield and straight over the fence. His team cheered as Mike ran around the bases. They had just won their game. cam got up from the bench, jogged over to the site where the other players were circling around the person responsible for the winning point. They hoisted him over head. Cam took the spot where he could easily grab Mike’s ass without question. The feeling of those firm muscles beneath his fingers reminded him that he was wearing a cup. The carried him back to the dugouts. Everyone congratulated each other on winning the game. They knew that one person didn’t win the game.

Cameron and Mike started talking as the team cleared out of the dugouts. They walked home from every game and practice together. The two were like brothers. They were actually neighbors. They hung out constantly.

Cameron says, “Good job.”

Mike replies, “It wasn’t just me who won the game, if I remember correctly I saw your cute ass running a few times.”

Cameron smiled, this is how the boys usually talked. Teasing each other with the occasion compliment on looks or gay jokes, but none of it was to be taken seriously. They trudged down a path in the woods; they weren’t too far away from their houses. Mike grabbed at his crotch repeatedly, prompting Cam to ask.

“Issues?”

“Yeah, this fucking thing is annoying me.”

“Then take it off.”

“I plan on it.”

Mike stopped dead in the middle of the narrow path. Pulled down his pants and took of his cup, allowing his equipment to dangle. Cam laughed.

Mike asked teasingly, “What never seen a big dick before?”

“If that’s big I’d hate to see a small one.”
Mike laughed at Cam’s joke, “So you think yours is bigger?”

“I don’t think, I know.” Cam teased.

“Doubt it.” Mike said.

“If you think so.”

Secretly Cam was dying on the inside, his cup made it nearly impossible to get a boner without mutilating himself in the process.

They continued walking; Mike hadn’t pulled his pants up. His steps were awkward and his dick jumped with every step. His ball sack hung low, filled with two decent sized testicles. Cameron walked beside Mike, trying not to pay any attention to the half nude stud standing next to him. The reached the fork in the path. Cameron jumped as something pinched his ass. Mike laughed.

“You’re asking for it.” Cam warned.

His hand shot out, grabbed Mike’s soft prick, and gave it a squeeze, and a sharp tug. Mike laughed. Cam laughed too, until he realized Mike’s prick had grown hard.

“I’m sorry.” Cam said.

“For what?” Mike asked.

“I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

“As gay as it may sound it felt good.”

Cam was shocked; Mike had enjoyed his brief touch. Cam made a bold move, his hand reached out again. He wrapped his hand around Mike’s swollen prick. He moved his hand up and down the taller guy’s shaft. Mike was surprised, but he enjoyed the touch.

Mike pointed at Cam’s crotch, “Why don’t you show me what you’re hiding?”

Cam was afraid Mike would laugh at him, his dick wasn’t that big.

Mike reached over and undid Cam’s pants, allowing them to slide down his legs. Mike removed the cup. He jumped back.

“Woah!” He nearly screamed, “Dude there’s a snake in there!”

Cam smiled, “Watch, he bites.”

Mike took Cam’s cock in his hand. Cam moaned. Mike stroked Cam’s cock, they moaned in unison. The slow paced they were jerking each other off with was more pleasurable than expected. Mike’s hips bucked forwards, his seed shot from the end of his dick like a fire hose. Cam laughed. Mike’s grip tightened on Cam’s cock. Mike’s strokes got faster and faster. Cam moaned. His climax was coming; and soon. Cam moaned as his seed flew from his dick. Mike still stroked. Cam smacked his hand away from his super sensitive dick.

Both boys pulled up their pants. They started walking home again.

“You want to try that again sometime?” Mike asked.

“Doesn’t it make us gay though?” Cameron asked in response.

“No, we just enjoy it.”

“I think we can try it again then.”

Cam thought: I want to kiss you.

Mike smiled, “Is that so?”

Cameron’s face flushed bright red. He had thought out loud.

In a moment of desperation; Cam turned to face Mike. His lips made impact directly on Mike’s. Cam’s tongue slipped inside of the other boy’s mouth; briefly before Mike pushed him away.

“What the hell dude?” Mike questioned loudly.

“I. . . I am so sorry.” Cam stuttered.

“You’re gonna get it now.”

Mike lunged for Cam, his lips meeting Cam’s. Mike’s tongue forcefully entered Cam’s mouth. Cam moaned into Mike’s mouth. Cam’s erection pressed hard into Mike’s. Mike kept kissing. Cam enjoyed the kissing.

Mike broke the kiss, “I think we have an issue.”

Cam asked, “What?”

Mike said, “We have an issue.”

“Which is?”

“I’m horny.”

“That’s not an issue.” Cam smiled.

“Haha, it’s an issue because your ass is looking mighty tasty at the moment.”

“Why don’t you try some?” Cam teased.

“Can’t have too much of a good thing.”

“You couldn’t handle it anyway.” Cam teased.

Mike lunged at Cam, the distance between them closed once more. Mike towered over Cam by a few inches. Mike bent down, his hand caressing Cam’s jaw guiding him in for a kiss. Cam’s lips parted, his breath tickled Mike’s mouth as his lips curled around Cam’s. The kiss was deep, passionate, nothing like the previous ones before it. As this kiss ended Mike’s teeth tightened around Cam’s bottom lip, the snag the older boy had on him made Cam feel warm and tingly inside. He had never kissed his girlfriend like that.

“Mike, please fuck me.” Cam begged as Mike’s clasp on his lips subsided.

The pout on Cameron’s face forced Mike to cave, “I will. But I want you to promise me something.”

“What?” Cam questioned.

“Promise me three things. One if I’m hurting you. You must tell me to stop. Two, promise me that you will not tell anyone until we are both ready.” Mike looked scared, “Three, promise that you fuck me.”

“One, I want it bad enough it won’t be too bad. Two I won’t tell anyone. Three, I’d love to.”

Mike grinned. He was excited he was going to get his first piece of ass. Mike, a self-proclaimed sex god was actually a virgin. He had never fucked anything, except his hand.

“Where should we do it?” Mike asked. The woods weren’t the best place.

“We could go back to the field. It’s getting late, no one should be there. Besides it’s a bit more public, that’s a little exciting.”

The flare behind Cam’s eyes shone like a bright sunset. They headed for the dugouts. Cam’s hand, resting around Mike’s swollen prick, Cam’s prick throbbed as Mike squeezed it. Nothing out of the ordinary right. . . Cam thought. Two guys fondling each other in public. As they reached the baseball field the sun was setting. The sunset was extra beautiful today, Cam the down to earth restless soul that he was loved watching the sun go down. The fusion of the colors amazed him. Like an artist had painted them in the sky, using every color in the palette.

The dugouts and field were devoid of life. The lights around the field weren’t on. No one was around, this was perfect. Mike sat on one of the benches that only a short time ago Cam had been day dreaming on. Evidence of the team sat dormant in the dark shadows of the little building; in the form of empty water bottles and candy wrappers. Cam rested beside Mike. The lust in the air could be cut with a knife. Mike grew uneasy, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to follow through with it.

Cam could sense the unrest brewing in Mike’s tense body. He understood perfectly well, having a lot of moments of self-doubt himself.


“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We could just sit here and talk if you want.” Cam tried comforting Mike.

“I feel I can trust you. There is something I just have to get off my chest.” Mike said. His voice layered with dread and nervousness.

“Mike, you can tell me anything.”

“All the times I claimed to have had sex. It was a. . . Lie. I’m a pathetic person, couldn’t get laid even if I paid for it.”

“Yes you could. You’re very handsome.”

“To hear that coming from one of the sexiest guys in school,” Mike paused, the tears nearly coming to his eyes, “Means a decent amount. But I couldn’t love you, and you couldn’t love me. Sneaking around behind everyone’s back is not us.”

Cam nodded; the words he wanted to say wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

Mike looked at Cam, even sitting in a dark building, no moon, street lights, or star light; he stilled glowed. His face shone like the head light on a train on the vast open prairie night.

“Cam, you’re beautiful.”

Cam smiled. Compliments meant more when they came from someone you were about to fuck.

“Mike, will you fuck me now?”

“I’d be delighted.”

Cam plowed Mike into the bench. Those clothes have to come off; Cam thought to himself as he started unbuttoning Mike’s jersey. Mike’s pants melted off under Cam’s fingers. Mike lay on the bench naked; the cool night’s air giving him chills.

Cam undressed, Mike prompting him to do a little strip tease. Dancing aside Mike watched in amazement. Cam’s body was the only, besides for his own, that he had ever seen naked. The muscles rippled as Cam did his little dance.

“Wanna 69 before we start the main event?” Cam asked, focused on leaving opportunities for Mike to back out if he got uneasy again.

“I wanna fuck you like right now.”

“Don’t tell me.” Cam teased, “Show me.”

“Now is not the time to quote that retarded English teacher way back in 7th grade.” Mike retorted.

“Well the phrase works, for this situation.”

Cameron laid spread eagle on the cold wooden bench, Mike straddling above him. The warmth of Mike’s hot ass warmed Cam’s cock as the olive skinned boy’s hand held his tool steady. Cam’s nipples stood erect light houses on the horizon of the goose-bump sea.

Mike sucked his breath in sharply as his weight bore on Cam’s rod. The pressure was intense, the thick plum colored knob slid past Mike’s anal ring with great difficulty. Cam’s cock slid into first base, his head and an inch of his shaft disappeared in Mike’s orifice. Seconds separated Mike’s breaths; he was trying to breathe through the pain, to no avail. Mike’s weight suspended for the moment, his prick dangling between his legs flaccid.

His weight bore down once more as he took another inch, breathing heavily he took another. Mike made it to second base, Cam’s knob and three inches of girth buried in his ass. Mike stopped; his ass suspended mid air, a generous amount of Cam’s dick in him. His breaths short, his mind racing; trying to register what exactly he was feeling. At that moment, he was not sure whether he was in agony or ecstasy.

Soon to be revealed, agony could be ecstasy.

Cameron’s mind lingered on how this was feeling. The warmth of Mike’s innards surged through his own chilled body. Mike’s tight ass felt nothing like his girlfriend’s pussy. The tightness and warmth were two very different things. Mike’s ass was tighter, despite it being both his and his girlfriend’s first time.

Mike’s weight bore down once more as another inch, followed by another inch of Cam disappeared into him. Bases loaded, next batter better hit the damned ball. Out of the park hit as Mike sank two inches lower, his slightly raven hair downy ass cheeks came to a rest on Cam’s thighs.

Mike’s head felt like it was going to explode the moment he sank the last two inches. Amazed that he had taken, what he had estimated to be 10 inches, into his ass; the pain lasted for a short while. The sensations of the living organ inside him, throbbing, and seething a lubricant of its own, help snap him out of the pain and into the pleasure. He lifted; six inches exposed and disappeared with one quick trip down Cam’s rod. The feeling of the veiny texture rubbing his insides was odd, odd, and extremely odd; but he liked it. A few more short lived trips on and off Cam’s cock prompted stunning results. Mike’s breaths came in growl-ish moans, as did Cam’s.

“Cam. . . Switch positions. . . I want you to fuck me. . .” Mike moaned.

Cam didn’t hesitate as Mike slipped off his cock. Mike’s hole felt empty as he navigated the short journey to the bench.

Mike was on his hands and knees on the bench, his ass wagging in the air; his now throbbing erection and massive balls dangled between his legs. Cam positioned himself directly behind Mike’s wagging ass. Cam pressed the knob of his cock against Mike’s tightly clenched hole. Pressing in slightly, his knob popped in. Mike moaned the feeling of emptiness gone.

Getting the go-ahead from Mike; Cam pushed the rest of himself into Mike’s hole. The feeling of the throbbing organ inside him, rubbing his prostate as it slipped in; was driving Mike crazy. The teasing motion behind the throbbing tool was the worst part. Cam didn’t waste any time as he started fucking Mike’s hole, slowly at first. Speeding up as he went, leaving him and Mike panting like dogs. Mike’s climax was fast approaching, his arms weakened he nearly fell on his face several times, catching himself each time grew more difficult. His chest heaved, replenishing air to his tired cells. His eyes squashed shut in the involuntary muscle spasms. His balls drew flush against the base of his painfully swollen prick. Cam rubbed his prostate the right way one last time; sending Mike over the edge.

“FUUCCCKKKKK. . .” Mike moaned loudly.

Cam’s dick was still plowing its way into and out of Mike’s guts teasing Mike’s prostate. The chomping action of Mike’s asshole did nothing but slow Cam down, his thrusts slowed as Mike’s ropes hit the bench. The force was tremendous, each of Mike’s 10 ropes hitting the hard wood with a splat. Cam thrust away; trying to make sure Mike was getting the largest amount of pleasure that was physically possible.

Cam’s thrusting went on for a few minutes after Mike’s climax. Rubbing Mike’s G-spot with every thrust was sending him over the edge once more. Mike moaned as another orgasm racked his body. Violent convulsions, followed by barely audible splats as his breath caught mid breath. A girlish moan escaped Mike’s mouth. Cam’s thrusts continued through this orgasm, although the chomping was much more violent this time, nearly stopping his motion each with each clench.

Mike’s second orgasm passed. Cam thrusting himself slowly into and out of Mike’s ass was sending shivers racing through both of their bodies. Cam was nearing his own climax, which was due to be a volcanic eruption rivaling that of Mount St. Helens, but Cam knew he could hold off a bit longer. His mind set on seeing a third climax ravaged Mike’s body.

A while later after gentle and rough coaxing of his sweet spot, Mike was on the verge of another orgasm. His balls ached, drained of their juices. His arms were still quivering from the first climax, his breaths coming in short ragged gasps. His body caved, his arms buckled beneath him. His shoulders dropped to the bench as his final orgasm raped his body. His depleted balls produced a few minute drips of drool, which collected in the already half dried puddle beneath him.

Mike wasn’t the only one struggling with an orgasm. As Mike’s orgasm raped him, Cam’s own climax attacked. Cam’s ropes filled Mike’s ass. Each and every rope met by a moan escaping from Cam’s chapped lips. Cam collapsed on the other end of the bench, his head making a dull thud as it hit the board.

Both boys lay opposite each other heaving as their eyes closed. A brief moment of rest before Cam’s phone rang, splitting the silence of the night with a chime. It was quarter after midnight. His phone wasn’t hard to find, the bright light of the screen illuminated the wall of the dugout.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” His mother’s voice rang sharply through the phone.

“Mike and I are in the woods. We went for a walk after today’s game.”

“It’s after midnight. You should’ve called.”

“Mom, I’m real sorry. We just lost track of time.”

“You had me scared to death.”

“I am so sorry mom.”

“At least now I can rest easy. When do you plan on coming home?”

“Can Mike and I just stay out for the night?”

“I don’t know. It’s chilly out there. And I don’t want either of you coming down with a cold.”

“We have a fire going. We’re plenty warm.”

“As long as you’re here bright and early tomorrow, I guess you can stay out there and play wild-men.”

“Thanks mom. I’ll be home early. I promise.”

“I love you, and stay safe. The back door is unlocked if it gets too cold.”

“I love you too, and we will.”

The call ended.
“Mikey.” Cam said, tapping on the other boy’s side.

“Wha?”

“Ready for round two?” Cam teased.

“Fuck no.” Mike said groggily as his hands rubbed his eyes.

“Awe don’t like my fucking?” Cam teased.

“I love it, but I couldn’t get it up right now if I tried.”

“Neither could I.”

It got too cold for the boys that night. They tried cuddling together under their uniforms to no avail. They ended up walking to Cam’s house. Like his mother had said, the back door was unlocked. They walked in the door and headed straight for Cam’s bathroom, they would’ve used the one on the first floor but it was right next to Cam’s parent’s room. No need waking them up.

The warm water rained on their cold skin. The feeling of pins jabbing at them from every angle was slightly painful, but as the shower went on the sensations disappeared. Lathering each other with soapy rags was an added bonus to their fun a few hours ago. Cam’s hands teased Mike’s throbbing hole, washing the evidence from the scene of the crime, so to speak. Mike’s hands wandered Cam’s toned features; starting at his feet and working to his smiling lips.

They locked eyes for a moment. The night’s activities were visible in their eyes. Mike leaned in, closing the distance between them. Mikes bottom lip teased Cam’s bottom lip. Their top lips becoming one once more as their tongues roaming each other’s mouths once more.

Pulling away, Mike looked into Cam’s deep brown eyes. His reflection shone distinctly in Cam’s glassy iris. Looking deeper into the almost unnerving brown pools in front of him, Cam’s inner workings revealed themselves.

Cam asked, “What do you see?”

Mike answered, “More than what meets the eye.”

“Same to be said about you.”

A week went by, followed by a month, and then by a year. They met up two times a week, seeking release from normal life, only to be with each other for the night. Cam never told Mike, but the day after their events in the dugout, he received an odd text.

“I saw everything. But I won’t tell. I’m just like you and your lover.”

Cam tried to figure out who it was. Never erasing nor replying to the text. Until the year anniversary of their meeting that is. But that’s another story.

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