Page 14 of It Starts With Summer

I lifted my book again and tried my best to focus on the words on the page, but my mind kept wandering back to the idea of Parker enjoying these explicit scenes as much as I did.It took forever, but eventually I lost myself in the story once again.And as I had suspected, the erotic scene slowly unfolded in my book.Garuk and Caladrel were giving into their desires, and the vivid descriptions of their passion left little to the imagination.Caladrel was getting off on being stuffed so full of Garuk’s huge cock, writhing against his lover’s body as he begged for it deeper, harder.In my imagination, the elf doing all the begging looked a hell of a lot like Parker.

And I was so damn horny from it.My cock ached to be touched, ached for Parker to drop to his knees and suck me the way Caladrel had Garuk.

I glanced at Parker, making sure he was still engrossed in his book before slowly shoving my free hand inside my sleeping bag to hold my throbbing erection.I slipped my hand under my underwear and wrapped my fingers around it, gently stroking my thumb over the silky head as I became more and more immersed in the graphic scene.

If I was at home alone right now, I would have jerked off without a second thought.But here, with Parker just inches away from me, there was nothing I could do but get hornier.I bit my lip, trying to stifle any sounds that might give me away.

“God, this part is so good,” Parker suddenly said, and I almost jumped out of my skin.Thankfully, he was oblivious to my current predicament.“You need to read the whole series.”

“Uh, yeah.”My voice cracked weirdly as I tried to force words out.“It’s already pretty intense.”I chewed on my bottom lip, reading about how much Caladrel loved having the ogre’s big dick inside him, how good it felt.Was that just a fantasy thing, or did men truly feel this way during anal sex?Did Parker enjoy it like this, did he shove his ass against his lover, fucking himself on a long cock?

Overcome by the graphic imagery in the book, my thoughts began to betray me, pulling me further into a fantasy world where Parker and I were the central characters.I pictured him beneath me, his curved, muscular ass spread open to reveal a fluttering hole.He’d moan, lost in pleasure as he took my cock inside him.The vividness of the mental image only fueled my arousal.

“Shit.”I was cursing myself for letting my mind wander so far from reality.There was no option but to pull myself together before I completely lost control.

I couldn’t read the scene anymore, not until I was alone, with space to explore these strange desires.Rolling onto my side, I faced away from Parker and put the book down.I tried to focus on anything other than the images playing out in my head, but it was nearly impossible.My heart raced, and I could feel the blood pulsing through my veins as if every beat was urging me to act on these newfound desires.

I set the book down and fluffed my tiny camping pillow before turning to Parker.“I think I’ll sleep, but you can leave the light on if you need it.”

Parker was quiet for a moment, then closed his book and set it next to mine.He reached up and clicked the little lamp that hung from the middle of our tent.“Good idea.Long day,” he said.His sleeping bag rustled as he settled down beside me, and then everything went still, and all I could hear was the soft sound of his breathing.

I rolled to my side, facing away from Parker, listening as his breathing grew calmer.The chill of the night seeped into the tent, but I still felt overheated.My body was betraying me as blood rushed to my painfully hard cock.I tried to think of sexless things, to turn my imagination away from the scene of the book, but it felt impossible.I was trapped in close quarters with a gorgeous guy, when I’d been reading about gorgeous guys fucking.

“Hey, are you okay?”Parker’s voice broke through my turbulent thoughts, concern lacing his words.

“Y-yeah,” I stammered, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside me.“I… need to get some sleep.”

“Alright.”He waited a minute, giving me a chance to share what I was thinking, then I heard his sleeping bag rustle as he settled back down.“Goodnight, Ravi.If you’re scared, you can let me know, okay?“

“Goodnight,” I echoed, almost laughing that he thought fear was making me act weird.What would I say to him?No, Parker, I’m not afraid.I’m thinking about ripping your sleeping bag off and burying my dick inside you until you scream like Caladrel did.Shit, that was definitely not a helpful thing to have imagined.

Sighing, I pulled my sleeping bag up to my chin, as if it could shield me from the lustful thoughts that plagued me.Sleep, however, remained elusive as my mind refused to let go of the images of Parker and me together, bodies entwined and lost in passion.What did that mean?Was I gay now?Or something else?

As the minutes ticked by, I became aware of the sound of Parker’s steady breathing, the soft swish of his sleeping bag as he shifted positions, and the faint scent of his cologne that lingered in the close confines of our tent.Each detail further fueled my fantasies, making my cock ache with unfulfilled need.

Unable to stand the torment, I reached down and gripped my dick again.The pressure provided momentary relief, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me.As much as I wanted to jerk off, I couldn’t risk doing it here, with Parker lying mere inches away.It was only when my mind drifted back to the way he’d almost kissed Sutton that morning that my libido went ice cold.

Because never in a million years would Parker want me inside him.All he cared about was Sutton.

seven

Parker

ItwascoldwhenI woke, so cold that my nose and cheeks had a numb chill to them.My sleeping bag was warm, though, and I snuggled deeper, trying to hold that warmth in.The nylon walls of the tent did little to block out the 40-degree nighttime temperatures at this altitude, but the sun was already shining, making the yellow fabric glow.

Sometime during the night, Ravi had turned to face me, and in this light, his beauty took my breath away.He was still fast asleep, and I gave myself a moment to look at him, at the things I hadn’t noticed when I’d only seen a geek.

His glasses were hanging from a fabric loop in the tent wall, and without them, I could see that he had the most beautiful, thick, dark lashes that curled against his cheeks.His dark brows had a dramatic curve to them, as if he was slightly irritated with me, even in sleep — a thought that made me smile.My gaze dropped lower to his square jaw, and those fucking cheekbones.I could write books about the perfection of his bone structure.

I could barely breathe as I studied him, every detail more beautiful than the last.

As the cool air swirled around us, I ached to snuggle closer to him, to feel the heat of his body pressed against mine.But I resisted the urge, telling myself I didn’t need someone else’s warmth or comfort.I’d been alone in this world for years, and I was used to it.

I reminded myself that Ravi was straight as I shifted my weight on the sleeping bag, trying to ease the ache in my chest.He’d said so himself, hadn’t he?And yet, there was a look in his eyes when he read Mages of Aleron, like maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than met the eye.Still, I wasn’t Aiden.I couldn’t hook up with my co-counselor and ignore my responsibilities.The salary was too important.

Even as I tried to convince myself that Ravi was off-limits, I couldn’t stop my gaze from lingering on his face, drinking in every perfect feature.As much as I wanted to believe he was attracted to men, that there was sometimes heat and interest in Ravi’s eyes as he looked at me, I didn’t trust my own judgment.

Getting wrapped up in a straight guy again would only lead to heartache.I knew myself well enough to know I had a tendency to dive in head first when I liked a guy, and to get into trouble.

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