Hung_BF-Lover: Andy woke to the sound of the wakeup call....simply a kid walking around banging on all the cabin doors and hollaring, "WAKE YE UP, HAPPY CAMPERS! WAKE YE UP!" He knew it was the kid's job, but did the moron have to be so fuckin' annoying?!?! "Frickin' jerk, go bang on someone else's door!"
He heard the little dork's laugh as he moved on. Andy grabbed his watch off the bedside table. 7 am, BLEH! In Blake's embrace, he'd woken up at least four times during the night. The last time he'd looked at his watch, it was 4 am. Too....little....sleep! He noted Blake was already gone, prolly atending his Youth-Buddy duties. Andy gathered clean clothes and headed to the shower house.
Andy stood in the warm rain of the shower and let it relax him as he looked around in the cover of the wafting steam. The shower room itself was an open room without stalls, simply shower heads placed periodically along the wall. There were a few other kids his age and older in here, and Andy found himself peering discreetly at each of them in turn. To his semi-dismay, he caught himself mentally comparing each of the older guys to Blake. They were each tall and athletic looking. But not one of them could compare to Blake in ANY area. As Andy's thoughts wandered to the fresh memory of sleeping in Blake's arms, he felt an erection begin yet again. Quickly, he turned off the water without rinsing his hair and grabbed his towel hurriedly. He got dressed and returned to the cabin, chastising himself mentally.
Andy, what's wrong with you? you know better, he's a jock, for gods' sake! if he knew you were thinkin' of him like that he'd beat you down for sure.......but....he's sooooo incredible! Knock it off! Go get breakfast.
Althought hungry, Andy didn't entirely look foreward to breakfast. The rules of the camp were that you had to sit with your cabin mates during meals so everyone would be easily kept track of. In Andy's case, it meant sitting painfully face-to-face with Blake. Andy finished getting a plateload of food from the buffet-style spread, decent for Summer camp, and turned looking around for his table. The sight of Barrett waving him over tov a small table for two caused him to moan quietly to himself as he trekked across the mess hall. How appropriate.
Blake spoke up as Andy settled into the chair across from him, "Good morning, Andy."
"There's nothing good about morning.", Andy replied solemnly.
"Okay then. Morning, Andy, sleep well?"
Andy chewed on a piece of bacon concentratedly without looking at Blake, "As well as possible.
"I know, you were snoring when I left this morning."
WHAT?! He didn't snore! Andy glanced at Blake for a second as something caught his attention elsewhere momentarily. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt open over a tanktop and his dark hair was still wet from a shower. He looked damn good.
Blake looked back and Andy looked back down at his plate as if searching for the meaning of life. Blake continued, oblivious to Andy's brief examination. "The concilors said each cabin group is going to be a team for the activities and events this year."
"But, we're the only ones in our cabin. That means..."
"Yep. we're outnumbered by four with every other team, and there's six teams total."
Andy looked at Blake now, willing himself to face the stud. "You mean I'm the only one that had to bunk up?"
"Yeah."
From the way they'd spoken, he'd been one of a few who'd had to do this. SHIT! Looks like I'd gotten here JUST too late. Andy put this aside, and decided to get over it. "So, then, what's the event for today?"
"Well, most of the day is voluntary activities, then lunch, then free time. Then at 2pm we have a swim relay."
ALRIIIIIGHT!, Andy exclaimed mentally. He was fair at most sports. But swimming was right up his alley. Wish Blake could be up my alley....KNOCK IT OFF, you dork! "Good, I'm a great swimmer."
"Glad to hear it", Blake brightened. because we have to do an extra lap since there's only two of us to compete."
"Not a problem. How'bout you?" he challenged.
Blake half smiled, "What do you think?"
Should've guessed. He felt more comfortable with Blake now that he knew they had something in common. "Can you dig it...?"
"I can dig it!"
Whoah, REAL surprise there!
Andy got up with his plate, "I'm gonna need some energy for today...I need more food."
"Me too." And together they walked back to the buffet, speaking in unison...
"Seconds, please."
Andy spent a few hours exploring the woods, a passtime he enjoyed. And afterward, went to the Arts and Crafts lodge to try his hand at making a clock with a woodland theme. For some reason, he felt like trying something different. After that, he went for a jog along a seldom used fitness trail utilizing it's various cardio and stretching stops to tune up in preparation for the relay. he wanted to be ready. more importantly, he wanted to show Barrett that he could be athletic. Then it struck him that he hadn't a clue as to the reason for this last thought. He was in mid-thought when he heard a noise from a nearby part of the trail behind him. He scurried behind a gigantic oak and peered out cautiously. To his amazement, he saw Blake come jogging down the path in gymshorts and shirtless. Andy's eyes wandered to Blakes ample chest and tracked every bouce of his bulging pecs. They were REALLY big, round, and perky. He looked almost godlike, sweaty, but barely breathing hard. was there any type of fitness this guy DIDN'T do? Blke reached the wooden bar raised to waist level for stretching the legs and began doing so. Andy watched a magnificent display as blake stretched. He eyeballed the stud as his quads contracted with the staightening of his legs, stretching the silky fabbric of his shorts. As Blake bent foreward to touch his foot on the bar, the sinewy muscles in his back stretched and rippled. Any marveled at the beauty of this sculpture-like body as Blake bent down so far that his head was beside his thigh. Amazing. Repositioning himself, Blake stepped back from the bar and placed his hands firmly across from oneanother. He leaned foreward on the bar, gradually extending his legs backward until he was at a 40* angle from the ground to the bar with his toes being the only part of his body touching the ground. He began slowly lowering himself, his head sinking past his hands to below the level of the bar with his hands above his head now. Eveery muscle in his legs was contracted, keeping his body straight. He pulled himself back up to bar level slowly and began repeating this manuever faster and faster.
As he watched, Andy kept mental count to 100. He'd never seen anything like this. The muscles in his back, shoulders and arms were bulging with the exertion and lined with popping veins as he held this final postion for nearly 5 minutes. Finally, Blake stood for a moment as if finished. However, to Andy's growing shock, he simply reversed position, this time hanging form the bar and pulling himself up. Andy counted yet another 100, followed by 5 minutes. Finally, apparently content, Blake rose with a gasp. his entire torso was rippling, now. pumped impossibly larger from the workout. Veins popped like lines on a roadmap and his sumptuous pecs were aceented by hard nipples from the sweat evaporating to cool his body. He jogged on, oblivious to the fact that the whole thing had been witnessed. Lucky Andy. Andy waited a few minutes before continuing on himself.
2pm finally came and Andy was waiting at the dock in his swim trunks. Blake finally appeared in his own pair of swimwear of blue and yellow trunks, baggy like Andy's. Though Andy had been subconsciously wishing for suqrecuts or even speedoes, he realized that such fare might've raised objections with the concilors. Afterll, there WERE younger kids around. all the other kids were goofing around. the councilors were keeping a watchful eye for horseplay. Blake walked up to Andy, his body still slightly red from the rigorous workout.
"Ya ready, Andy?"
"Yes!" he replied a little more breathlessly than he'd have liked.
"Good. Lets show them what swimming is."
Andy climbed in the water, followed quickly by Blake. He stood next to Blake as they listened to the rules, glancing over at him subtly every few seconds. In his head, his inner voice snapped to life once again. "Stop it! I don't care what you saw today, there's no fuckin' chance you'll ever get your hands on THAT! Just stick to swimming and win. Right now that's all you need to do."
Oh well, at least he'd get to see just how good a swimmer Blake was.
Blake turned to Andy, "You wanna go first, or should I?"
"Ill go."
"Suit yourself, bud."He placed a hand on Andy's shoulder, looking him in the eye."I know you're gonna kill'em!" Blake's touch was surprisingly gentle for such huge hands and it was Andy could do to keep from melting right there in the water as he got into the ready position. Blake stepped back in the water as Millor yelled out.
"Swimmers ready....GO!" And fired a starter pistiol into the air. Andy lunged foreward into the water and slipped smoothly below the surface where he could move faster. Before he realized it, his mind was suddenly filled with one thought: Don't let Blake down!" FUCK........!!!!
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Bare with me guys. What do you think of this second installment. i know, you might be saying, "C'mon, lets get Andy laid!" But, as you may have guessed, Any is stubborn and has some jock prejudice issues to get over first. However, on the up side, I promise my next "issue" will have the conclusion of the swim relay and *SIGH* The first truly romantic encounter between Andy and Blake! :wub: If ya want more, lemme hear it here. G'night kidz.
P.S.- Lemme know, too, if you find anything funny in the writing of this story. Although it's meant to be an arousing tale of a young man and his enviable stay at camp, I want it to be funny here and there. 
