| | Hung_BF-Lover: Forewarning to those of you who might not like this, THIS IS A GAY STORY. Still interested? Then read on....
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Andy lay on the bed. It was comfortable for a Summer Camp bed. The matress was soft, probably down stuffed. He laid back in bed, folding his hands behind his head. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the air. Rich with the scent of campfires at dusk, old wood, and the unique scent of natural water permeated the air. A nice smell. One he'd looked foreward to every July since he was 7. What he wasn't looking foreward to, at least this year, was actually sharing a bed with some jock. he'd arrived late and, due to an over enrollment of kids, had been assigned to share a bed with a member of the "Youth-Buddy" staff. Another word for older kids that liked to torture younger ones. At least the guy would be equally uncomfortable.
He didn't mind sharing a bed with another boy. he'd come out two years ago and he was now 18. And this would most likely be his last Summer Camp. What a drag. The guy's name was Blake "Buff" Barrett. He'd heard of the guy before. Barrett was well known in the school district Andy went to. A super-athlete, he'd seen him at school once in a blue moon but never paid any attention to him. He was involved in every sport concievable that required the only thing that be bigger than your muscles was your ego. Football, wrestling, basketball, soccer, baseball, even frickin' volloey ball he'd heard. Even heard a bunch of stupid nicknames for the dork: Big Blake, Buff Barrett, Triple 'B', the list went on.
He recalled being introduced to the goof by Coucilor Millor earlier today
"Andy, this is your roomie for the next four weeks."
'Roomie'...? Millor got geekier every year.
"Andy, this is Blake, Blake this is Andy."
"Hi, I'm Blake..."
Andy looked up....and up, and up. He'd expected a typical jock: Big, dumb, and musclebound. But this was the first time he'd seen him up close...."big", and "musclebound" at least were mildly understating things. Andy was a kid of medium height and thin with glasses, and shaggy brown hair. Most people would label him "geek" superficially. But THIS guy was enormous! Had to be 6'5", ang go about 280 lbs. . Equally long, legs arms, torso, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. He was dressed in what should've been a baggy sweatshirt and jeans but did nothing to hide a massively muscular physique. His skin was a bronze-ish color with deep blue eyes, and short , dark hair gelled into a stylish spiky 'do. As he introduced himself, he flashed a brilliant grin of perfect white teeth.
Andy could only stare for a few soconds before stammering out an intro, "H-hi, I'm Andy. Nice to meet you Buff...."
"Ugh! Please, call me Blake. I hate all those dumb nicknames."
"Okay, Blake."
Seems nice enough, Andy thought. Probaly just waiting to get me alone to start the torture. He could only stare, though, until Millor broke the silence.
"Well, Blake, you have a few things to do in the lodge before everyone's done settling in. I'll show Andy to your cabin. Wanna follow me Andy...?"
So, here he was, waiting for Blake to return. He tried to get the image of Blake's handsome face out of his head, among other things. He thought to himself, don't get your hopes up, andy. he's a jock. The kind that likes to get kicks from harrassing gays. Probably gona make you sleep on the floor, and pick on you, and mess with you in your sleep, and threaten to kick your ass if you tell, and....
Andy's mental rant was abruptly terminated as the cabin door swung open and Blake walked in carrying something. "Hi, Andy. It's okay if i call you 'Andy', right?"
"Uhhh, sure."
"Here, I brought ya some munchies. You got here too late for lunch." he held out what he was carrying to reveal a plate loaded with sandwiches, cookies, chips, and other snacks. "Wasn't sure what ya liked, so i grabbed a little of everything."
"Oh...thanks..."
Blake stood there for a moment with a hopeful smile as Andy only stared at the food uncertainly. Finally, Andy grabbed the plate, famished, and began wolfing the food down as Blake tried not to watch and wonder where he put it all.
Andy spoke around mouthfuls of sandwich and chips, "Thanks, I was starved. this is excellent."
"I'm a great cook. Make the best sandwiches you ever had."
Andy nearly choked on a bit of sandwich trying not to laugh. Hmm, funny. Who'd have thought? Blake produced a thermos from somewhere.
"Thirsty? Punch was the only thing I could find."
Andy took the drink and washed down the mini-feast by chugging the drink. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his flannel, "That was great, thanks." Oops, he thought. Andy you idiot don't show weakness, that's probably exactly what he wants.
"Geeze, dude, you have a hell of an appetite for a little guy."
Andy ignored the "littel guy" replying, "Always have. Doctor says it's because I have a high metabolism."
It was dark now and they'd made polite smalltalk for an hour until Andy had gone to the shower house to get ready for bed. Blake went when Andy came back and Andy began his Camp Journal for this year and enjoyed the feel of the bed before he had to sleep on the floor. He'd just finished when Blake returned wearing what could only be described as a flattering pair of gymshorts and tank-t-shirt under an open bathrobe. A combination that would look rediculous on anyone else. Andy began putting his sleepingbag on the floor until Blake spoke up.
"What the hell're you doin', dude?"
"Well, I just assumed you'd want the bed for yourself..."
"Nah. We're supposed to share. So that's what I'm gonna do. There's plenty of room." Blake reached into a cabinet and pulled out two blankets and four pillows, "I come prepared." he said with a small grin and began making the bed.
Andy shrugged, and put his sleepingbag away. He stripped down to a t-shirt and cotton shorts and climbed into the bed. Blake walked over to the door, locked it, then removed the shorts and t-shirt to leave nothing but a pair of squarecut dark red briefs that were stretched to near bursting around his thighs. But the most noticeable feature was Blake's endowment.
Protruding out from between his massive thighs was a set unlike any Andy had ever seen. His balls could be described as nothing short of huge! They were so big, in fact, that instead of being one smooth round package, they were visibly developed to the point of bulging out enormously into the legs of his shorts. This sight flowed smoothly upward to what, at first, appeared to be an erection. As Andy looked again, however, he realized that it wasn't erect at all! Even though it was obviously completely soft, the lump of his cock extended upward to his waistband which seemed to actually be restraining it from brimming over the top. As Blake undressed, he turned in profile to Andy which only served to further accentuate the unadulterated massiveness of his proportions. Blake discarded the shorts and t-shirt on a chair and looked at Andy as he looked away suddenly, pretending that he hadn't been gawking open mouthed. Noticing the slight flinch, but not commenting, he climbed into bed switching off the lamp.
"G'night, Andy."
Andy rolled over to face away from Blake and hide the erection he felt swelling inside his own shorts, "G'night, Blake." He could feel his face flush at this realization.
Blake fell asleep quickly, but Andy did not. He lay awake for a few hours desperately wondering what he would do in this situation, noting subconsciously that Blake didn't snore as Andy had thought he surely would. Suddenly, he felt the bed move as Blake moved. Here it comes, he thought. he was startled to feel Blake's arm come over him and wrap snugly around his waist. He was stunned even further to feel Blake's chest suddenly press against the back of his head and neck. Simultaneously, he felt the rippling, muscular ridges of his abs press against his upper back and finally what could only be the bursting spandex covered bulge of Blake's gigantic cock against his ass. Frozen for a second he spoke out, "Uhhhh, Blake...?". No answer.He was fast asleep. As Andy shifted to make this position a bit more comfortable, Blake moaned softly as if dreaming, and moved again. This time, Andy felt Blake's leg move to overlap his own and his powerful embrace tighten slightly more on his body. Andy's head was swimming as if intoxicated and he felt his face flush again. Once again, he felt his own cock swell into an erection as he began to drift off to sleep, comfortable in the behemoth embrace of the incredibly manly Blake "Buff' Barrett. A nickname, he now knew was well earned. His last thought before falling into slumber was that this was DEFINITELY going to be one Big Summer....
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