Cameron Sanders II
Almost a year later exactly my mom uprooted us from our small town to a
suburban area of Massachusetts. My goodbye with Logan wasn’t too heartfelt. He’d
become obsessed with his looks and social status, but I’d be lying if I said I
dint miss him from time to time.
I started freshman year at Leeds High School, a school with more teenagers than
it knew what to do with. It was in sixth period gym class that I met Xavier
White.
Back then he was tall and lanky with an emo haircut and a goofy smile. In a matter of two years he’s still tall and lanky but he’s shaved his head and still smiles just as much but they’ve lost their brilliance.
I pulled my key ring out of my jeans pocket and jammed the one lonely key on it into the lock. Our cat Ernie ran to the door and greeted me with frantic meows. I quickly leaned down to stroke his back and then shoved him aside with my foot. I walked to the fridge and went to grab a Coke but I noticed a sticky note stuck to it.
Got called into the office. Be
home late. There’s leftover’s
in the fridge
-Mom
No “Love Mom”, just the one maternal word. My mom and I communicated predominantly through sticky notes. The few times she is home she’s on the computer filing or doing whatever it is her job requires her to do. Sometimes I don’t even think she knows how to be a real mom.
I crumpled up the note and tossed it into the garbage. Nothing new. I climb
the stairs to my room, Coke in hand, with Ernie at my heels. I close the door
behind me but I don’t bother locking it. I sit down at my desk and fire up my
computer. Luckily, with as much as mom works, I’m able to have a huge ass Mac in
my tiny room. While I’m waiting for it to fire up I put on a pair of dry boxers
and basketball shorts
Ernie twists himself between my legs purring. When my home screen comes up I
click on Safari and type in “facebook.com” into the URL.
I didn’t have any new notifications but that’s not what I was looking for. I
scroll down my news feed until I find it. I click Xavier’s name, already fixing
my underwear. I bit my lip and scrolled through his photos until I found my
favorite of him.
It’s of him at the beginning of the summer at Josh’s house. Xavier was standing
on the diving board with his swim trunks on and a towel tied around his neck
like a cape. A big grin pasted on his face. His arms were out, flexing and his
long hair was sticking to his forehead. I hated his haircut now. I practically
cried myself to sleep when he told me he cut it all off. I took the picture but
it was with the little digital camera I got a few Christmas’s ago. If I had the
diesel one I bought a few weeks earlier, it would have been stunning quality.
I turned the light off and lay down with his picture still on the screen. I
did this almost every day but for some reason I always felt bad afterwards.
Upset with myself that I settled for a picture probably.
Slowly my hand moved down my chest and to my pants. I slid my hand under the
waist band of my underwear and felt the rough texture of my pubic hair. My dick
was hard and begging to be touched. I ran my finger along the shaft and then
began to rub my finger right on the hole. I licked the fingers on my other hand
and ran it in circles around my nipples. I pinched and squeezed and let out
quiet moans as I played out my own fantasy in my head.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Xavier would say whispering
in my ear, running his hands up and down my body.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” I’d reply, nudging my head
closer to his. We’d kiss passionately and urgently until things got so hot we
ripped each other’s clothes off.
I came before I could play out anymore and I grabbed a fistful of tissues to
clean off my stomach. After tossing them in the trash I pulled back the covers
and lay down in bed. For some reason orgasms always make me sleepy. Before I
knew it I was asleep with Xavier’s photo still on the monitor.
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I woke up to “6:13” on the monitor being framed by green, purple, and pink
moving swirls.
“Shit.” I mumbled sitting up and rubbing my eyes. The short hairs that were
actually long enough to hang down on my forehead stuck there from sweat. I
kicked off my comforter and sat up. The house was completely quiet. Mom hadn’t
come home yet. She did say late. Or rather, the note did.
I fumbled my way down the stairs to the bathroom and urinated. When I was done
with that I ran back up to my room to change. Xavier had invited me to his big
end of summer party.
Fast forward. I’m standing in the middle of Xavier’s kitchen, snapping
pictures of the partiers and their drunken ways. I knew there was no way in hell
the principal would let these photos in the yearbook (I didn’t need the yearbook
to make pictures go viral) but I just wanted him see them. His precious little
students in their natural ways.
A red cup sailed past me, narrowly hitting my lens.
“Hey!” I shouted lowering my camera from my face. “Watch it!”
Josh was right. I probably shouldn’t have brought my brand spanking new
camera to a raging high school party.
I forced my way through the sea of people, my arms doing their best to create a
protective barrier around my camera. I squeezed out through the sliding glass
door and out onto the patio. Tons of teenagers ran around in their underwear
covering in liquids. I couldn’t decide if it was pool water or beer because all
of them reeked of alcohol.
“Hey!” A thick and heavy hand landed on my shoulder making me jump. “Cam! My
man!”
I looked over my shoulder to see Landon Hughes heavy lidded and smiling at me. “Whaddya say you take a pic of me and Lauren for the yearbook?” Lauren was by his side with her nipple nearly exposed.
“Uh… sure.” I said turning around to face them. I brought my camera up to my face and started to focus in on them. Suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my legs and hoist me up.
“What are you doing?” I screamed as a few faceless jocks helped in pulling me up.
“You look a little dry to me Cam.” Landon cackled and slithered a thick arm around Lauren’s waist.
“No! Please!” I screamed as I flailed my limbs and struggled but they only tightened their grip on my body. “My camera!” I punched and kicked as hard as I could with little success. “Come on! Put me down! Please.”
But my pleas fell on deaf ears. I don’t even know if they could hear me
because everyone was hooting and shouting.
I didn’t see our approach to the pool’s edge. I only felt the bitter reality as
the cold air whipped my face and then the cold water engulfing my whole body.
I gasped while underwater, taking in a gulp of water. I struggled to break the
surface. I wasn’t the best swimmer. When I finally felt to air on my face I
gasped and hacked and struggled to get to the edge. No one surrounded me. No one
made whooping noises. They had dumped and then moved on to the next exciting
thing.
My hands shook as I grasped the edge of the pool and my stomach flexed
painfully trying to get the chlorinated water out of my stomach. My camera still
hung around my neck. I didn’t even want to think about it.
I struggled to wrench myself out of the water. With my body shaking I laid by
the side of the pool and the air chilled me to the bone. Once I had caught my
breath and stopped hacking I stood up and ran through the crowd of people, tears
welling up in my eyes.
I couldn’t believe it. 2,000 dollars down the drain. Four years of Christmas,
birthday, Easter, and summer job money pointless in a matter of seconds. It
didn’t seem real.
I opened the door to Xavier’s front lawn, the only place without stupid fucking
high school assholes.
I sat down on the front stoop and put my head in my hands. I didn’t want to
think about the water damaged camera around my neck. I didn’t want to think
about the blaring music behind me. I didn’t want to think about Landon and his
friends. I didn’t want to think about any of it.
“Hey man.” Another heavy hand landed on my shoulder, but it wasn’t so hard this
time. It was almost gentle.
I buried my face deeper into my arms. Whoever it was I didn’t want them to see
me crying like this.
I established by now that it was a boy and my pulse quickened. He sat down
beside me while keeping his hand on my shoulder. “Hey.” He repeated.
“Go away.” I said, but my arms muffled it.
“What?”
I peeked over my arm and saw Bryce Rich. He was a pretty quiet guy. He was in my
Spanish class this past year but I only ever heard him talk when we had to give
oral reports, but even then I didn’t understand what he was saying.
“What?” I asked, a little harsher than I wanted.
“I saw what happened.”
“Yeah? Did you crack up? I bet it was hilarious.”
“Landon can be a real dick sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” I asked incredulously. “Have you even met him?”
He sighed and ran his hand through his long blond hair. “Listen, I’m really
sorry.”
“Why? Did you have something to do with it?”
“No, but I still feel bad.”
I snorted.
“How much did you’re camera cost?”
“My life’s savings.” I mumbled.
He reached over, grabbed my water logged camera, and took it off my neck. He
examined it for a minute and I watched him curiously. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
He said suddenly.
I’m pretty sure my eyes bulged out of my head or my jaw hit the ground. “No.” I
said simply.
“Why not?”
“You didn’t throw me in the pool. And it’s really expensive.”
“My family’s pretty rich. No pun intended. I’m sure they could help you out.”
“With a 2,000 dollar camera?”
He shrugged. “I can make it work.”
“No.” I said reaching for it.
He pulled it away from my hands and above his head, out of my reach. “You must
be cold.”
I hadn’t really noticed it but I was. “No.”
“Come on.” He said standing up.
I stared up at him a moment before finally rising to my feet and following
him. He led me through the house and up the stairs. There, couples were making
out and hanging all over each other. The doors to almost every room were wide
open showing the world what the hell happens in a bedroom.
He opened the door to the bathroom, the only room where people had enough
respect to leave empty. I walked in after him and shut the door behind me.
Bryce set my camera on the sink, went to the bathroom closet, opened the doors
and pulled out a handful of towels. “Take off your shirt.” He said shutting the
doors.
“Excuse me?”
“Well you’re not going to get dry if you sit in wet clothes.”
Reluctantly I yanked my shirt over my head.
He threw me a towel and I ran it over my chest. It was a little rough against my
skin as if it had been used a lot.
“So.” He said walking over to me and taking the towel out of my hands. “What do
you say?”
“Huh?”
“I offer to buy you a new camera, I help you dry off. What do you say?”
“Thank you?” I said slowly.
“Good.” His grin stretched from ear to ear. He kept inching closer until I could
feel his breath on my face.
“Bryce?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to.” His lips were almost touching mine now.
“Do what?”
He reached down and grabbed my crotch in one hard motion.
I gasped. “Bryce.” I said trying to push his hand away. “I’m not-,”
“Don’t say you’re not gay either because that’s a complete and utter lie.”
“Even if I am, I don’t want to do anything right now. Not here.”
“Come on. Just a quickie. Let me suck your dick.”
“Bryce.” I said as he started to rub my pants. “Stop.”
He got down on his knees and started to unbuckle my pants. “Please don’t do
this.” I touched his shoulders and gently tried to push him off.”
“It’ll feel good. I promise.”
He kissed the outside of my pants and I could feel his hot breath sinking
through my pants and underwear. He unbuckled my belt and rubbed my crotch
gently. I leaned back against the sink and gripped it, knuckles white. He pulled
down my pants and underwear and my cock flopped out.
He grinned at it. “You’re pretty big.”
It was really sexy looking down at is innocent little face right next to my
hard dick. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He started at the base
and slowly licked all the way up to the tip. He did this a few times before
focusing on the head. He moved his tongue in circles around the hole, just like
I do with my fingers. He licked right under the ridge and made me shudder.
“Bryce.” I said breathlessly.
Suddenly he jerked his head forward and he swallowed my whole dick. I could
felt it hit the back of his mouth and his throat tightened. For a minute I
wondered if he was going to gag. He kept pushing forward until his nose was
buried in my pubes. He didn’t gag once.
Suddenly the door clicked and swung open.
I let out a gasp and Bryce got off and stood up. I struggled to pull up my
pants.
When I looked up to see that it was that opened the door, my heart dropped.
Any other person I thought. Any other person and I wouldn’t have cared. But no,
I could never be so lucky
Two 18 year old boys explore each other in the woods...
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- Older
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