Boyfriend for the Summer

But in the absence of sex, we’ve been reconnecting in other ways. Spending some free time together. Sitting near enough to speak at meals. Learning what we both have done in the couple of years that we haven’t spoken. While at the same time avoiding the subject that neither of us wants to talk about.

But I’m thinking that we might be there. Perhaps tonight after the bonfire we’ll be able to talk about it. We’ve talked enough about small things that I feel okay about finally asking her what happened. I don’t want to make the same mistakes.

If we’re going to give this a proper second chance, I want it to be a real second chance. They say that you never forget your first love, and Seph was that for me. Wholly and completely.

Lunch has just finished, and Seph gives me a scorching look as I walk out of the dining hall. The fact that we keep getting pulled apart by responsibility and things coming up is frustrating, but it’s also building the tension. Maybe there’s something else we can do after we talk. If Seph will want to. I’m not sure how the conversation is going to go.

But something needs to happen. Because it’s gotten to the point where I go semi-hard just looking at her, and fisting my cock in the shower isn’t enough. Or when I fall into bed at night and I feel like I can still smell her on my sheets. Or when I wake up and I’m hard after dreaming about her.

Something’s gotta give or I’m pretty sure that I’m going to go mad.

Next on my list of tasks is the end of week camp announcements. There’s a little shack on the edge of the camp that connects to the ancient PA system. It’s creaky and squeaky and everything you would expect from a camp communication system. The tiny building is run down and looks like a drive-through security building or a toll booth. Windows on four sides and paneling on the bottom half. Just enough to house the soundboard and shelter it from the elements.

One more thing on the long list of things that really need to be repaired. One more thing that the camp can’t afford to do anything about it. I step inside and pick up the receiver—which makes me feel like an old school safari guide—and flip it on.

There’s a little bit of feedback before I start to talk, and then I start. “Hey Red Rock, I hope you’ve enjoyed your first week at camp. Tomorrow our staff will be making runs into town for supplies so if you have mail to go out or special requests—within reason—today is the day for those things.”

I startle when I hear the door open behind me, and I turn to find Seph stepping into the booth with me. I smile at her and she grins. I’m still paused, seeing if she needs me, but she gestures for me to continue.

“And of course, many of our repeat campers know that tonight is the first bonfire.”

Seph sinks down onto her knees in front of me, hands going to my belt, and my stomach drops with lust. It’s like an image jumped out of one of my fantasies and came to life. I should not have started speaking into the mic because holy shit. She doesn’t hesitate, pulling my cock out of my pants and wrapping her lips around it. Just like on Monday, I go straight to fucking heaven. And I have to keep talking, because I’m in the middle of the broadcast.

What the fuck is she doing?

“The bonfire is not mandatory, but we encourage everyone to come.” Fuck, I don’t want to think about the word ‘come’ right now. Not when Seph is sinking down my shaft like it’s the only thing that she ever wants to taste.

“It’s a long-standing camp tradition, there will be stories and s’mores and it’s generally a good time. Of course, if you ever have any questions or need anything, my door is open. Thanks.”

I slam the broadcast off and drop the receiver, and gape down at Seph, who’s grinning. Which is an impressive feat given the fact that her mouth is full of me. “Seph, what the fuck?”

She strokes my cock as she pulls back to speak. “I was tired of waiting, and you were alone. Besides, nearly being caught is kind of our specialty, isn’t it?”

That’s not a wrong statement. Especially given the first time that she ever gave me a blow job that summer we came so close to being discovered that my heart rate didn’t settle for an hour. And I still remember every second of that. Something tells me that I’m going to remember every second of this too.

“Besides,” she says, “I told you. I want this. I want all of you. I want to taste you again too.”