Page 74 of Lost Boy
“I don’t play ball,” I respond in a scratchy, quiet voice, grasping the tent bag tighter and refusing to take the papers from his grasp.
“Oh. You’re Coach Rivers’ nephew. No problem. But please, here. You still need this information. It has safety precautions as well.” His smile seems genuine, but he reminds me of one of my mother’s exes, and my brain won’t get past that.
“Okay,” I mumble, rolling the papers up before sticking them in my back pocket.
“Alright, boys. Take a left at the first fork in the road. Keep traveling left, and you’ll reach your school’s section of the campground. The public school is to the right. Separated. Everything is isolated and private, so we’ll meet regularly as groups. To talk about issues and try to work them out. Discuss things you’ve learned and how our activities apply to the building of trust.”
Fun.
I’ll pass.
I plan to stay zipped up in our tent and write music or, if I’m lucky, find some quiet solitude. . .and write music. Maybe the map in my back pocket will come in handy, and I can find my way to the lakeshore.
There’s beauty in the repetitive patterns of nature. And just like the melodies constantly swirling in my head, these patterns are never perfect. But they’re beautiful. Unique. Something worth noting. Something worth showcasing. Something worth appreciating.
Something worth remembering.
And now I’m itching to write. Desperate to pull my colorful Sharpies out and scribble my thoughts on paper before they turn into actual feelings. All I know is that whatever I do on this weekend camping trip, it most definitely will not be trust falls and obstacle courses.
* * *
I’m not much help, but with Ryder’s size, it takes him no time to set up our tent. It looks like a little canvas shack, the size of a small bedroom. Some windows unzip, allowing air to flow through the mesh, and the front door is a little more structured than a typical tent flap, but we still just have a zipper.
He took his shirt off, working up a sweat, even though it’s chilly. His tall, tan, and toned body is so alluring. The grooves of his abdomen and the lines of his obliques draw my eyes in, instantly plumping up my dick from the mere sight of him.
I have no reason for how clueless I was about the fact that I like guys. I guess I’ve just blocked everything out. Every single feeling, even to the detriment of learning who I am. But I’m trying now.
Ryder helps, even unknowingly. From the very beginning, light and safety radiated from his every pore. I can’t help but let my guard down around him. It’s powerful and heady, giving into my desires and giving into Ryder. Iwantto give him everything if he’ll take it.
Takeme.
My whole body tingles with awareness, and my cock gets harder. I’m still horny from earlier. I press the heel of my palm into my straining erection and hop up from my place at the picnic table.
I stalk toward Ryder as he bends over, hammering the last stake into the ground. I run my hand up the hard muscles of his back, enjoying the feel of his sweat-slicked skin.
“You done?” I grunt. No one’s around. It really is secluded. We can definitely fuck around out here.
I let my hand travel the length of his back and curl around his shoulder, squeezing and kneading the muscles there. He groans before standing up slowly, my hand slipping away.
“Yeah, Blue. I am. You want something?”
I chew on my lip ring, nodding slowly, glancing at the boner tenting my jeans.
“Whatcha want?” His eyes turn hooded as he stares down at me. His voice drops an octave, and my heart rate kicks up a notch.
“I want to see the inside.” I tilt my head toward the oversized structure.
Ryder grabs my hand and tugs me toward the door, zipping it after us.
I can stand, but Ryder has to duck, so he pulls me down to the sleeping bags and pillows he placed side by side.
Ryder wastes no time, sealing his lips to mine and coaxing my tongue out. His hand travels down my body, cupping me over my pants and squeezing gently. I gasp into his open mouth, pressing myself further into his sweaty chest as I straddle his lap.
We fit perfectly like this, and I want to rub myself all over him like a possessive cat. I run my hands across his pecs and over to his nipples, grabbing on and squeezing gently.
Ryder moans into my mouth, “Mmmm. Fuck, Blue. You’re getting me so hard. Lemme suck you first.”
Ryder’s hands scramble for my jeans, desperate to free me from their grasp. It doesn’t take long before I’m lying completely bare in this canvas tent in the woods, allowing Ry’s hungry gaze to traverse my trembling body.
