Page 2 of His For the Summer

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Aiden

Jaylookedfuckingterrified.There was no other way to describe his expression.And it was really difficult not to laugh.I deserved a medal for not laughing.

“In the dark?”he asked, his voice all squeaky in what I was coming to realize was his panic voice.At first, I’d thought everything he said would be all high-pitched and weird, but then I heard his normal voice, deep and a little gravelly, when he’d asked Ben a question.I watched as he turned back to the dresser he’d been unloading his suitcase into and took a deep breath.

“Well, the campers use the facility after dinner and evening activity.Then it’s quiet hours and they have to read, sleep, journal, that kind of thing.In theory, us adults have some time to ourselves… If the campers aren’t pulling pranks and we’re not wiped out.So it’s the best time to sneak in a shower and get some hot water.”Our cabin was small, but functional, with a bedroom containing four bunks, a small lounge area, and a tiny bathroom.A tiny bathroom, which, much to Jay’s horror, did not contain a shower.Or hot water.

“But we have to walk through the forest in the dark to get to the shower building?”He glanced at me, his eyes as wide as saucers, and I almost laughed.Across the room, Parker caught my eye and smirked.Ben had his nose buried in a book.I couldn’t tell if he was listening, but I was sure he’d be laughing too if he was.

“It’s not through the forest, man.It’s through camp.”

“Which is in a forest.”Jay’s long, gold-tipped eyelashes fluttered as he looked around the room.And fuck, that was a weird detail for me to have noticed about another guy.I shoved my hands in my pockets and met his eyes, ignoring a spark of… something.

“Well, yes.Look, the cabins don’t have water heaters, so they only have toilets and sinks.The shower room has decent hot water, though.”Lie.“It’s not so bad.It’s kind of fun to shower in a whole building made for that purpose.”Another lie.

“In the dark.”He seemed stuck on that point.

“You can walk with me.”I reached for my shower stuff and held it up.I hadn’t been planning on braving the showers yet, but I’d do this for the sake of a good relationship with my co-counselor.Jay and I were about to spend a lot of time together, and I could already tell that we were as different as night and day, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t get along.“Campers arrive Friday.So you have two days to shower in daylight.”

He muttered something that sounded a lot like, “Why did I agree to this?”and grabbed his shower bag with a sigh.“Fine.”

I held open the door to him, then showed him the way to the shower building.Maybe this was my opening.Since we were in charge of a cabin together, Jay and I would work together for hours each day over the summer, and I wanted to get to know him, to make sure we got along and everything went smoothly.

“You’ll love it here, once you get used to it,” I said, taking in the fresh air and scenery.Camp Eagle Ridge really was a beautiful place, nestled in the Cascade Mountains in Washington, surrounded by looming snow-capped peaks, a glistening mountain lake, and a lush forest of tall pines.

“No, I probably won’t,” he said, shaking his head.

“What?”I couldn’t imagine anyone not liking this place.It was beautiful, and it had a piece of my heart, not just for the beautiful mountain valley that the camp was in.Camp itself was special to me.It was my sanctuary, my refuge, and the only place I could really be myself.Even now that I was 21 and older than most of the other counselors, who were mostly college freshmen and sophomores, I couldn’t stop myself from coming back.

He must have read the shock in my expression, because he shrugged.“I’m sure a lot of people love it here.But it’s not my thing.”

“Maybe it will be if you give it a chance,” I said, feeling unnecessarily stressed out at the prospect of someone not liking my favorite place.

If a cartoon thundercloud had appeared over his head and followed him for the rest of the walk, I wouldn’t have been surprised.I wasn’t sure I understood why anyone would go into anything expecting to hate it.I had more of a glass-half-full approach to life.And when we got into separate shower stalls and he turned his on, I couldn’t stop laughing.I was such an asshole, but whatever.His scream was too funny.

“I forgot to tell you, it’s best to stand out of the spray until it warms up,” I shouted.

“It still hasn’t warmed up!”he squealed.

“Oh, that’s about as warm as it gets.You get used to it.”I shook my head, grinning, and reached for the soap, scrubbing all the important bits, then slicking my hand down my cock.And when I let my eyes slip closed, I was disturbed to find that my mind had brought up an image of Jay’s lush lips parting to take me inside him.I stroked myself slowly, trying to imagine a woman, any woman, but she kept morphing into Jay.Jay’s freckles, Jay’s cute little nose, Jay’s long-as-fuck lashes.

“What the fuck?”I whispered, dropping my cock and combing my hand through my hair.

“That’s what I’m saying,” Jay yelled back.

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Jay

Ilookedaroundthemusty old cabin with a frown.My dad thought sending me to Camp Eagle Ridge was the best way to teach me responsibility and manhood.I saw it as a punishment, though.Why did he have to take me away from my friends and a summer job to try to make me into the man he wanted me to be?

The only way through was to keep reminding myself of the money—not only the paycheck I’d get from camp, but also my college tuition.My father had all but said he wouldn’t pay for college if I refused, and my mother couldn’t get him to back down.Even a few hundred miles away, the threat of losing my college fund hung in the air between us, stealing my breath.

Little did he know, I was determined to make sure this summer camp gig didn’t have the intended effect.All I had to do was to figure out how to avoid becoming more of a man, whatever that meant in my father’s eyes.Though, at this point, it looked like camp was going to be the death of me, and I supposed I would be way less of a man if I was dead.The showers were unbearable.The coffee was shit and Aiden and I had to look after a cabin full of twelve middle school boys — all of whom were probably gonna be assholes.

Aiden didn’t seem worried, but as Arrival Day for the first session grew closer, his enthusiasm started to piss me off.He said the showers were delightful.He was even excited about the camp’s mediocre food and went on and on with Parker about something called “Waffle Tuesdays”.But, worst of all, he showed me the program for the session, which included two backpacking trips into the wilderness.

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