StoryCampfireBoys3

"Ha! He's been watching me, alright. Look at the steam on the edges of the window." Michael thought to himself as he entered the canopied area attached to the trailer. He lifted himself as high on his toes as he could and looked through the curtained window at Chris. "Uooo! Chris isn't dressed....I wonder how long it will take him to undress me?" Michael smiled to himself and slid the closed knife back into his tattered cutoffs. He chose these particular cutoffs because they were worn and shredded just enough and in exactly the right places to show off his gorgeous, tight little ass and the treasure tucked so neatly in the bulge of his Jockeys. The knife was mostly steel and was cold. It slid down into the pocket of his pants and against his leg, the new sudden chill only adding to the shivers of excitement he was feeling at the thought of a late mornings encounter with the best looking guy in the campground.

"Lunch? Oh I'll eat just about anything, anytime" Michael giggled as his nose smeared up against the glass of the trailer window.

"Well you'd better take a seat at the table if you really want something" Chris called back, "And hey! You're muckin' up the window. I just cleaned it yesterday."

The trailer door opened suddenly and caught Michael by surprise. He fell back on his heels and stared at what he'd expected to be a nearly naked man. But, Chris had slipped on a pair of jeans and stood there smiling down at Michael.

"Hey, I'll fix your window good as new," Michael coughed back and quickly slipped his tee-shirt up and over his head being careful that Chris could see every inch of his boyish but well developed chest. Then he wheeled around and started to wipe the smudges off the glass and thought to himself that he couldn't have hoped for a better invitation to get closer to full nakedness. Now all he had on were the tattered shorts which barely covered his Jockeys and as he stretched to wipe the window, showed in just the right places, front and back. He rubbed the smudged window but never looked up at it. Instead his eyes remained focused on the gorgeous, bare chested guy looking down at him. And Chris didn't miss a thing either. It was like seeing the boy in slow motion; every cinematic shot burning clearly in his mind. Suddenly the tee-shirt slipped out of Michael's hand and on to the floor.

"Oh, shit" Michael whined as he bent down directing his ass in Chris' direction. The sudden stretch forced the sparse fabric covering his ass to slip up between his cheeks. He hung there for a moment being sure that Chris had plenty of time to absorb the view of his nearly bare butt. "My God, I love this" he thought to himself as he began to straighten up. Chris felt as though he'd just entered heaven and had to shake his head to clear it of the trance he'd entered.

The boy turned toward Chris and smiled at what he knew he'd just accomplished. "Pure art" he giggled to himself. And judging from the obvious increase in Chris' bulge, he knew that he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do that morning.

Chris' body was trim and gently muscled, like you'd expect to see when a swimmer pulls his body up out of the water and stands looking at you from the side of a pool. Chris' face was unblemished, slightly elongated and very sweet to look at.... anyway that's what Michael was thinking at the moment. Eyes? Well, Michael couldn't tell from where he stood but they were a light gray or blue. Chris' nipples were small, round and erect in the late morning chill and there was but a hint of hair on his stomach as it disappeared beneath the unbelted waste band of his jeans. The top button was yet undone probably due to the haste in which the pants were applied over his long legs and very tight ass. As Michael's eyes scanned down the brass zipper of Chris' jeans, he could see the outline of a very well formed tool which bulged where the zipper disappeared under the fabric.

"Hey! An 'innie' ," Michael giggled, all the time thinking how neat it would be to yank the zipper tab down that stuck out from Chris' jeans.

Chris looked down as he pulled in his stomach. Well, yes there was a little hint of a paunch, he noticed, but not too much and easily hidden with a slight suck in of his gut. Chris became aware of his hardness and blushed.

"Yeah, I guess you'd call it an 'innie', Chris said thoughtfully, "most are I think. Yours too, smart guy," Chris chuckled as he fastened the top button and turned back toward the kitchen as Michael slid his free hand down and over his belly. "Don't worry about the window, Michael. It seems to get dirty all by itself. Have a seat. I'll fix us some bacon and I think I've got enough to scramble up a couple of eggs for the two of us. You like some toast?"

"Sure," Michael called back "isn't there something I can do to help?

"Nah!" Chris replied, "It gets a little crowded in here. Only built for one at the stove." Chris closed the door slowly never taking his eyes off of Michael's nakedness. Michael had expected much more of a response from Chris, but Chris was not about to be seduced by a kid. But now, with the door to the trailer closed. Chris walked over to the fridge, the image of Michael burned indelibly in his mind. He stumbled toward the stove, not seeing the edge of the table, not seeing anything but that boys beautiful body, his face, his hands, his marvelous bare feet. The frayed cutoffs melted away as Chris undressed his image. "God DAMN IT" Chris shouted as he yanked his hand away from the side of the hot coffee pot.

"What happened?," came the small, concerned voice from outside.

"Oh, nothing. I just burned my hand on the coffee pot. Damn it"

"Is it bad?

"No, not at all. Just startled me, I guess." Chris called back. But by then the door to the trailer had opened and the beautiful face of one of God's angles appeared looking up at him.

"Stupid thing to do," Chris gasped. But the anger and pain just melted away and Chris was dumbfounded by the vision of the boyish face and bare shoulders standing but a few feet from him now. Chris couldn't speak. He could hear his mind talking. He could hear the words he was trying to say, but nothing came out of his mouth. Chris' mind was a muddle of thoughts and feelings that spun around in his brain and he never took his eyes off the boy. A vision of him rushing over to the boy, grabbing him around the waste, lifting up into his arms and burying his face into his crotch invaded Chris' mind. Chris inhaled deeply and the essence of the boy, his softness, his delicate frame, his beauty and the smell of him invaded Chris' very being.

"Chris? You okay?," Michael asked concerned that Chris was really hurt. "What hand is it". Michael entered the trailer and reached for the hand that Chris held against his body. But the moment their hands met, Chris, as if struck by lightning, snapped out of his daze and went over to the sink. He turned on the tap and began running cold water over the palm of his damaged hand. Michael moved close to Chris and ran his left hand under that of Chris. Water splashed up on Chris' exposed stomach.

"Oh, Michael, it's all right. More of a shock that a burn, I think."

"Ya sure I couldn't help you, Chris?"

"Well, maybe you could scare something up for us to drink. My coffee's in the cup and could use a little refresh. There are other things to drink in the fridge. Just take what you want." Chris' voice suddenly changed pitch and slowed a bit as Michael squeezed between him and the kitchen table pushing his slim body up against Chris and sliding his bare chest across Chris' bare back. Chris almost fainted, but surprised himself as he spun around placing both hands on Michael's shoulders.

"Look Mikie, it's too crowded in here. Grab your drink. Here's my cup. Now take them out to the table. One of us is going to get hot grease splashed on their bare bellies... or worse. The bacon is almost done and the eggs will be done in less than a minute."

"Well, okay Chris" Michael whispered as he ducked his head in submission. "Wouldn't it be more cozy if the two of us ate in here at the table?"

Chris acting with more resolve that ever, quickly responded. "No, Michael, I really like having breakfast on the porch. The air is cool and clean and I need to get out of this little trailer so that I can clear my head" Chris walked Michael over to the door and held it open for him as Michael squeezed past him again, this time crotch to crotch. Michael tried but his legs were just to short to make the contact that he wanted so badly. "Oh well," he thought to himself, "No need to rush things. Plenty of time"

Michael sat quietly at the table waiting for Chris. The late spring breeze drifting through the screened walls was cool but there was a hint of the heat that would come later in the day. Strange how you can sense both, the coolness of a morning breeze and the promise of heat. Michael's thoughts flashed a picture of Chris standing nearly naked in the doorway of the trailer. The huge oak over shadowing the trailer and porch blocked most of the heat making the porch wonderfully comfortable. A squirrel dashed along the outside of the porch, stopping now and then, scratching the earth and then scurrying on. "The earth, it's a wonderful thing, these campgrounds", Michael thought. The earth lies everywhere, mostly barren and moist due to the shade from the huge trees. But the earth's smell is unforgettable and so unique, so clean and refreshing. Michael took in a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh.

He couldn't help but think back to another happy time. A time when he sat across from the friendly, loving face of another man. A man that Michael had always known because he had been there as far back as he could remember. That Michael had always been there for him. They played together. He read to Michael and taught him most of what he knew. But, that Michael was gone now too. Gone for a long time and Michael knew that he'd probably never come back. Michael's mind drifted back over a lot of faces... Kevin, Charlie, Trevor......."Yeah, she had a bunch of boyfriends", he remembered. "The bitch was like a cock magnet." The memories gushed through Michael's head once again and the sweet, comfortable smells of the campground, the smell of bacon frying inside, dissolved as Michael slipped into the melancholy reality of his past.. Every night a new face and every night he found himself sitting outside the door, many doors, waiting for her to get done with her latest trick. Every night, the vulgar laughing and teasing, the guttural moaning, the intensity of their cries as they climaxed. All too often he would wake up finding himself slumped in the corner of a dark, dirty hallway or with his head buried in his jacket or his baseball cap used so as his face didn't have to lie against the cold, piss stained steps of some dump. All to often he could remember waking up to the pain of his latest set of bruises. "God, those fuckers could get rough when they were in heat," he remembered, "Best thing to do was to keep out of their way." The worst, though, were those ass holes who stayed on, the ones Ma liked. They were the worst cause they were around all the time and demanded her full attention. "There was never any room for me, was there Ma?" he thought again, "and you never cared. And Ma, I needed you so badly, I need you Ma, I need somebody"

The guy Michael had always assumed was his dad had left him to this. He just walked out one day, went out, got in the car and drove off. How that memory haunted Michael. He was outside playing with his buds as the car drove past him. He could see Michael's face so clearly in his dreams, so angry. And the reflection of tears were echoed by the tears staining Michael's sweet, youthful face as he daydreamed . "He didn't even see me as he passed through the bunch of us. I called to him......Mike!" But he didn't stop. He just kept going. "Fuck you Mike", Michael thought to himself. "Fuck you, damn you" he thought as tears welled again and the old sickness began to rise again from his stomach. Michael was so familiar with that sickness. But the car kept moving. HE called out again but it was like he wasn't even there. Michael was left standing in the street as he and his buds watched it disappear down the road. The image of Dad's car moving down the road, haunted Michael's every dream.

"Hey Mikie, wanna catch the door?"

Michael startled. Forgetting where he was, he sprang up and his knee hit the edge of the rough wooden picnic table. "Damn." He was wide awake now! "Oh, uh.... right there", he called as he swung his leg over the bench and headed for the door. "I think your coffee could prolly use a warm-up." Michael turned the knob of the door and swung it toward him.

Chris stood there, now in cut-offs too, a pair of plates in one hand and a bottle of ketchup in the other. "God, how'd you do that?" laughed Michael, as he removed the two plates balanced so carefully in Chris' hand.

Chris grabbed some silverware from the table. "Oh, it's no big deal. Long fingers I guess."

"Chris' legs were perfect," thought Michael, "smooth, masculine, gorgeous knees. God I love him even more". Michael's stare scanned up to the mother load that was now at eye level. "One quick little move and I'd have him in my mouth," Michael's mind was racing.

"And how'd they get so long, Chris?" Michael was smiling at him as Chris stepped down from the trailer and headed for the picnic table. "What else do you do with those fingers besides juggle plates?"

"Just sit yourself down and dig in, bud." Chris was not about to start the late morning meal playing sex games with Michael. "Christ" he thought to himself, "I'm nervous as hell again. Damned stomach feels full already. Gotta be nerves, I know I'm hungry." Chris swung one leg over the bench and then the other. Michael followed suit and reached for the salt and pepper never moving his attention away from Chris' crotch.

"God Chris, this looks and smells so good" Michael grabbed a piece of buttered toast and covered it with some of the eggs. "I don't know why I'm so hungry, like I skipped breakfast." His words came out garbled as a little piece of egg escaped his mouth, bounced over his lower lip and back on to the plate. "Oooops!"

"So where's your campsite? Won't your mom and dad be expecting you for lunch?" A carefully phrased question can elicit a lot of information. "I can sit back and eat now and Michael can do most of the talking," he thought. "God, what a beautiful creature he is." Chris focused in on the beauty of Michael's mouth, the gentle curves of the upper lip, the symmetry as each curve approached the soft valley under his nose, the way his mouth moved as he ate and talked, slight pools of saliva that welled at the corner of Michael's mouth and how he'd love to steal them away with a gentle lick of his tongue. And the way his nose moved in concert with the motion of his jaw.....each swallow a punctuation to the rhythm of his face. His eyes scintillating the highlights and shadows of the surroundings, pale green emerging with all the colors surrounding him....." Chris was in a trance, his mind blotting out the sounds coming from Michael. All that he could hear was his soul singing praises to the gift sitting across from him at the picnic table. Cheis' hunger wasn't for eggs and bacon.

"......and we've been just about every where, I guess.......Chris? Michael stopped in mid sentence. "Chris.....hey, you haven't heard a word that I've said. You okay, man?"

"Huh, oh, what? Well of course I have," Chris muttered, slowly switching back to the reality of Michael. "Sure, you were saying jus' about everywhere?"

"Ha! Yeah. What are you thinking about, Chris. You looked a million miles away"

"Oh, eh, nothing important, what I've got planned to work on today, I guess. Nothing important"

Chris wasn't recovering too well and Michael knew he hadn't heard a word. "What's he thinking about?" Michael thought. "Maybe he's not as interested in me as I'd hoped."

"Okay! What did I say about my parents" Michael asked, his mouth drawn to the side in a smirk.

Chris took a bite from a long quivering piece of bacon. "God, Michael, I guess I did drift off for a moment. I'm sorry, Mikie, I really am interested in what you were saying. I guess I was thinking about how neat it would be to add you as one of the characters in my novel."

"Really?" Michael's face suddenly brightened at Chris' suggestion and his smile exposed a row of the most beautiful white teeth. Chris was drawn back again into the wonderland of this beautiful boy.

"What would you say about me? Would you use my name? Can I read it?", Michael's enthusiasm bubbled out along with little pieces of egg and bacon.

"Whoa, down boy, I said I was just considering it. I don't know a thing about you. Not yet. So why don't you begin again and take it slowly, okay?"

"Sure," Michael coughed. "This'll be more fun than I could have imagined." Michael downed the last of his breakfast, slid around on to Chris's side of the table and leaned his bare back against the trailer wall. This made him shudder a little and it raised little bumps all over his chest and arms. His right foot remained on the floor but he pulled the other up on to the bench and tucked the heel up against his crotch holding it there with his hands. Little goose bumps covered the inside of his legs and Chris didn't miss a thing. Chris had turned too, facing Michael, legs spread, his right leg resting on the bench.

"Goose bumps" Chris acknowledged, and slid his hand softly along the inside of Michael's thigh. "Maybe you should get something warmer on your legs"

"Oh no, I'm fine" Michael laughed. "The trailer wall was cold, but I'm fine now. Even better if you keep rubbing my leg. You're hand is so warm. I'll be hot in no time." Michael laughed again, doubling over a little, his white pearls showing brightly.

Chris startled. What seemed so natural and sincere was suddenly realized as an acting out of the passion that he held for Michael. "Ooops. Geez, I'm sorry. What am I doing? I, I mean, eh..... Well you seem pretty hot all the time"

Michael laughed even harder. There was no doubt in his mind now, that Chris was both gay and that he was strongly attracted to Michael. Michael, of course, thought that he had achieved his conquest, that Chris had fallen in love with him and that they would soon share each other's love more intimately, much more intimately.

Chris swung his other leg over the bench and stood up. "What'cha say we clear the dishes. At home, I let the dishwasher worry about dried egg, but out here I've got better things to do with my time than scrub dishes." Chris grabbed both plates and handed them to Michael who was visibly annoyed at the turn in events until he realized that sitting outside with Chris' hand on his leg wasn't too cool. "Better inside," he reasoned and jumped up, grabbed the glass and Chris' coffee cup and followed him into the trailer.