Page 22 of His For the Summer

I bit my lip, my cock hardening a little in my shorts as I looked toward him.“I just want to know what it feels like to have you inside me, okay?”

He groaned, turning to face me.“Maybe we should change the subject before we both have to explain the tents in our shorts.”That made me glance at the bulge between his legs.I’d become far too obsessed with his dick, and with the different ways we could make each other come.

“Or maybe we should just fuck tonight and get it over with, so we’re less horny for each other.”

“If you think fucking once is going to make me less horny for my gorgeous camp boyfriend, you’ve lost your goddamn mind.Once I have you, I’ll know precisely how good it feels.And I’ll want it all the time.”

Someone called his name, and he shot me one last hungry look, then turned and jogged forward.How he jogged with a huge backpacking pack on his back was beyond me.

I heard him call, “Nobody is touching poop, are they?”And the campers laughed.

I watched him talk to a kid named Jack, who was having some kind of issue with his backpack.Aiden was good with the campers — the kids looked up to him, and I started to think maybe I’d miss this group.Session 1 was ending, and after that, there would be two more.And it wasn’t just the campers I’d miss.Including the break, I only had 7 more weeks of Aiden and then I’d be forced back to my real life — to Stanford, to classes, to all of that stress.

Aiden and I hadn’t talked about the future beyond the upcoming break.I wasn’t sure why it would be any better for him to take my virginity in a seedy motel than at camp, but he seemed determined to wait.

I wondered what it would be like in the real world with him.So far, we’d stayed in our little camp bubble.Some of the other counselors went into town when they had a break, to hang out in the bars, or go out to eat, but for some reason, Aiden never asked me to do that.Maybe he was afraid that leaving this property would break the spell.And there was definitely a spell, all warm and magical and safe, full of heart-pounding moments and tingly excitement.It wrapped around us, coaxing us to spend all of our time together, to be close in every kind of way.I’d never bonded like that with a person before.

After a while, the line of campers shifted.Aiden moved to the front, taking the lead where there was a fork in the trail, and Beckett fell back and wandered over to walk next to me.That was surprising — the kid had always been a little cocky, following his buddy Slater, the bully of the group.He was quiet for a little while, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted.

“What’s up?”I asked.

Beckett stuffed his hands in his pockets, staring at the ground as he walked.His heavy, oversized, overnight backpack caused him to lean forward a little, compensating for the weight, and it made him look smaller than he was — more timid.I reached out, ruffled his hair, and he shook me off.Then he cleared his throat.

“How did you know you were gay?”he asked suddenly.

I blinked.“Is it that obvious?”I asked.My voice was a little squeaky with surprise.

“I saw you kissing Aiden.Behind the shower building.”He smiled a little, glancing my way, and I wondered what he thought of that scene.But I didn’t ask because, hello, awkward.

“Why don’t you ask Aiden, then?”I asked.“He’s your favorite, right?”

Beckett shook his head.“He’s cool and all, but I’m pretty sure he’s bi, right?Last summer, he was dating a girl counselor from the girls’ camp.”

“Ah,” I said, trying not to think about the fact that Aiden had a new camp romance every summer.“And that’s a problem because?”

Beckett hesitated for a moment.“Because I’m not bi.”His voice was so quiet.I could barely hear it.“I don’t think I’ve ever been interested in girls.But I really want to kiss my friend at camp.”

“Slater?”I grinned, looking down at him.“He’s cute.”

“Never say that again.That’s weird coming from an adult.”

I burst out laughing.“Hey, I was just trying to be supportive and think of something nice to say.I actually think he’s a bit of an asshole, if we’re being honest here.”

It was Beckett’s turn to laugh.“I do that sometimes.Act like an asshole.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to be different,” he said.“I know I am, but I want to be just like them.Not the gay kid.”

“Ah,” I said.

“You get it?”

I nodded.“Kind of?I mean, I was a geek in high school, so I don’t know if I relate to that, but I also wasn’t out at your age.”I didn’t want to tell him that I was only out with a select few friends and my parents.

“That sounds nice.I thought I didn’t want to be like that.So, I tried to act like the cool kids did.But, I don’t know.Maybe I wanna be more like you.Open about it, with friends who don’t care.”

“That’s cool,” I said.“You don’t have to rush it, though.Everybody does it in their own time.Don’t worry if you don’t feel ready yet, but perhaps you could make some friends with… you know.”

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