| My God, what a sight! This boy stood in the shadows, just the other side of our campfire, the flames licking upward and blinding me from the vision on the other side. Only now and then, the orangish glow reflected by his body reached my eyes. It's amazing to me how things look at night... sparks from the fire drifting upward as though angels were ascending to heaven. And everything around you is enhanced by the deep shadows and slight reflections of orange and yellow light that intensify the essential features. It's like magic and I can understand where poets and philosophers find inspiration. The boy's sweet face was in front of me and in a flicker it was gone. Where's the boy? I suddenly asked my self, as if awaking from a dream. Who is he? My god, I must take care not to stare at him as I'll give myself away to the others. I looked at the fire and then to my friends who were chatting about some work they were doing on the boat. Oh, there he is again, I think to myself, as he steps out of the night and back into the glow and into my range of view. Oh, my god, is it real? In my mind I see a beauty of about 5 foot 6 inches, round cheeks, sweet lips, curly long hair reminiscent of that of a child's doll. His body is still that of a boy, sleek but plump where it needs to be. He's wearing shorts and the orange flickers send back messages of the treasure waiting at the ends of those wondrous legs. Is he smiling? Who is he, I haven't seen him before, I'd have surely remembered. He's gone again and the night seems just a little more black. Only the kinescopic collection of momentary observations plays in my mind. I'm thoroughly fascinated, no, obsessed with his image now. I must know, I thirst to know more of him. My hunger too is aroused. Who? Where? I must find out. He may have gone back to his own camp, but why was he standing there in the shadows, just now? Could be he was on the way to the toilet and just stopped to check out the group and the blazing camp fire. My anxiety was flaring now, how can I afford to lose him. I have to know... and I have to know now. "Excuse me" I commented as I stood and smoothed the wrinkles out of my blue jean cutoffs and began to squeeze around the others sitting near by. "I'll be right back.- - - Get anything for you while I'm up, a beer maybe, huh John... Gill?" "Sure!", someone commented "I could handle another one" "Okay, be back in a few" I said as I disappeared into the same shadows once occupied by my beautiful vision. I swear that he left this sweet scent behind that I smell above the dampness and the smoky night air. I moved quickly toward the newly refurbished out-house just about 90 feet to the south east of our site. I could see the gentle yellowish glow from the single 40 watt light glowing over the stall door. "The owner of the camp ground is simply to fuckin' cheap to put in decent lighting..." I mumbled to myself. "It costs to much money to run a light over every toilet all night long." he said when I complained. So I slid along quietly and carefully toward the glimmer just ahead breaking in and out through the trees between me and the toilet. The path was rough and uneven and the light didn't make it to the path. Careful, asshole you'll break your fuckin' neck and all over some fuckin' illusion. "Hehe", I chuckled silently to myself as I approached, "our cheapo landlord's dim light will pay off this night if my vision is in the john". Suddenly the chemical smell of the toilet hit me and the scuffing of feet within. The spring on the wooden screen door made it's usual whine as I pulled the door toward me and stepped up on the smooth and freshly cleaned antiseptic concrete slab. The urinal was unoccupied. Shit! I stepped up to the urinal and began the usual ritual. The smell of chlorine and the other chemicals used to keep the pit toilet sanitary was stronger now and I could feel tears form at the corner of my eyes. At the floor in the cubical next to the urinal, I could see a tennis shoe and the cutoffs that I saw from the far side of the campfire. Hell, every one wears cutoffs... well just about anyone. But, they could be his. Sounds? Just that of my activity and one, a very silent one of rapid breathing and a slow thumping. "You all right in there" I asked in not much more than a whisper. My own words shocked me. Did I actually say that out loud. I listened. Silence..... and then a muffled "Uh huh". The pants suddenly disappeared from the floor and in a moment the stall door opened. My god, I almost fainted and damned near soaked my tennies as my aim faltered. "Hehe, you'll soak you tennies" the youth giggled as I jerked my self back around to the trough throwing a stream of urine across the wall and the back of the trough. "Oh, you startled me", I said first looking down at what I was doing and then straining around to look into his beautiful face. No, beautiful isn't the right word, but is there such a word for such a beauty? Hair.... It was bright reddish blond and sprang from his head in curls the likes of which... Well lets say, I was awestruck. The hair formed a perfect frame for his round face and glowing eyes which were also perfectly framed by long dark lashes. His build was perfect, not muscular but just right for what appeared to bea 15 year old. The hint of an interrupted masturbation still lay there behind his jeans and his legs were straight and firm and fully formed. Not skinny or bony like so many. Yes, he was my vision from an earlier time, and the magic from the flickering campfire. My campfire boy. "just move in?" I asked trying to hide my admiration and lust for my vision. "yup, just finished setting up the tent and had to pee." He said "Ah, ya always pee in a stall", I giggled "Hehe" he giggled back, " well I had something else to take care of too" His round face now glowing slightly pink having been found out. I zipped up, but not before exposing, for a moment, my seven inches which was now erect and a little difficult to tuck back into my shorts. I could see, while looking at him that he didn't miss one inch of it and he looked back up at me. "I, ah, can see that you have some unfinished business of your own my friend." He said with a smile and a slight giggle. He took one step closer. "Well, eh, yeh" I said trying to act like it wasn't because of his presence. But, I guess he saw through the disguise. "I'm not expected back right away" he whispered, "Eh.... can I help you out?" "In what way" I smiled. And there he was, This angel had his head just under mine and was massaging my stiffness and leaning into me with an arm wrapped gently around my waist. My god, I just about jumped out of my skin. Instead I jumped back and said "Whoa, boy" you'll have me in jail in no time... We can't do this. "Wha'd ya mean WE" the lad answered. You just have to stand there and enjoy it, dude. I dropped my head down upon his and inhaled the fragrance of his reddish blond curls. Delicious, and the texture of his hair, the soft tickle of it on my face was, in itself enough to bring me full circle. My lips closed over a small curl and I drew him into my mouth.. His taste was incredible. "Oh god, I'm in big trouble now" I said to my self as he began to loosen my belt. "Wait", I said, "Please, we've got to stop, this isn't right and I could end up in prison if you continue". "Why" asked the lad "you're not seducing me, I'm seducing you. Hehehe" "You're camping around here now, right?", I reached down and slid my hand over his as he continued to massage my erection. A slight squeeze and I pulled his hand away and up to my lips. "Tomorrow then, okay?" "Okay, dude, your druthers" I'll be around. I left the boy behind and began the walk back to the campfire...The squeal of the spring on the toilet door shot rivers of electricity, up and down my spine as the door slammed shut and now I felt sick to my stomach from the intensity of the encounter with this beautiful child. How much time had gone by? It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes yet it seemed I'd been hunting him most of my life. God what am I saying... Hunting, hunting? No. At least not consciously. But here he is and, yes, I found something truly wonderful, something to satiate my soul. Damn, watch where your walking idiot, these rough paths through the brush and trees can kill your ass. Huh, funny, but I couldn't even feel my feet hitting the ground till just then.... What's going on with me? Have I lost it completely? I shook my head, exhaled a burst of air out through my mouth and shook the numbness out of my arms. The camp was only a few feet away but my mind was still with the boy. My shorts revealed a slight bulging left over from my encounter. "I'll have to get rid if this" I mumbled to myself as I gave it a squeeze and rearranged it into a less revealing position. Back at the trailer, I grabbed a couple of cold ones and headed back to the campfire... Some kind soul had kept the fire from going out but it had burned down to an even red orange glow. The shadows had closed in and the color of the glow only reminded me once again of the wondrous curly locks of my dream, my camp fire boy. "Here's your beer, John. Gill, you still okay?". "Tomorrow....tomorrow", I said to my self as I sank down into the pillows of the sling chair. I didn't even notice if Gill answered. |
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| Chapter 1 - Mirage |