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Chapter 2
"What Carsten are you just going to pretend to sleep while I talk to you, I know your awake, you have been for the last hour," says my dad from behind a road map.
"I'm not pretending, I'm just resting my eyes dad; what do you want anyway," I say lazily.
"I'm trying to tell you that we are nearly here, it looks pretty packed too, there have been cars parked up for miles," dad says enthusiastically.
I can't decide whether I'm excited or depressed by the fact that other people are here for the summer, maybe I will find a nice, cute queer kid to fool around with; or just a confused straight kid. God, what I am thinking, nothing good like that ever happens to me.
"Ok we are here, everyone get out and grab a bag, the cabins up ahead," says my mum from the passenger seat.
I look out the window to see an old, run down timber cabin nestled in the thick, overgrown scrub. I don't say anything but I think it's sort of cute, like something you would see in a movie. I pretend not to care too much.
Once I'm out of the car mom hands me a suitcase and I drag myself up the porch steps onto the deck; I put it down on the worn oak palings and look out over the lake. There are families set up as far as I can see, they all seem to have little kids running around and screaming; the summer is starting out great already.
"Oh and honey, your room has a view of the Clements' cabin; maybe you can watch Mark taking a shower or something, give you some inspiration." My mum says while stifling a giggle.
"Thanks mom, really now my summer is complete," I say sarcastically.
I climb the stairs and go into my room, I groan as I look down at the crappy, moth eaten mattress. I walk over to the window and look out of the dusty windows at the cabin next door. I nearly jizzed my pants right there from what I saw, I literally had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
There he was, Mark Clements, with the body of a Greek god standing there in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, rubbing his massive bulge. I drop to my knees to make sure that he won't see me watching and peer over the window sill at this amazing site. He throws his head back and closes his eyes as he rubs his now stiff cock beneath his underwear. His body is wet with perspiration and it drips down off his face and runs down over his hard nipples. He only has a little trail of pubic hair running from his navel down beneath his underwear. I begin to rub my own cock as I think about what I would let him do to me. I imagine him kissing me violently and biting by bottom lip, then turning me roughly to rip off my pants and bury his hot, wet tongue deep into my tight asshole. I unzip my pants and pull out my 7" cock and begin stroking, it's not long before I'm sending shot after shot of hot cum all over the wall; I have to bite down on my arm to stifle a moan that escapes my lips. It's one of the most intense orgasms I've had in a long time, even more intense then when I slip a finger inside of me.
I look out the window after I've recovered to find that Mark has already gotten dressed and is leaving the room with a football and towel in his hands. I try to compose myself and zip up my pants; I had forgotten that the door was still open and that my parents could walk in at any moment. I grab an old singlet from my suitcase and wipe the cum off the wall before throwing it in an old hamper.
"Sweetheart come downstairs we need help with the unpacking," my mom calls joyfully from downstairs.
"Coming," I yell back to her.
'Shit,' I say under my breath as I do up the button on my Levi's and run down the stairs to help my parents; I hope they don't notice the bulge in my pants.
When I get outside the sun is shining brightly across the bank of the lake, the water is a crystal blue and there is a strong, cool breeze blowing from the south. It really is a beautiful place, and if nothing else happens this summer; at least I've got the lake, I could do with some cooling down.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Mark walking out of the screen door and down the steps towards the lake, I have to admit he is a gorgeous kid.
"I told you Mark would be here didn't I; and I have to say he is looking fine," says Mom from the boot of the car.
"Ok seriously mom enough is enough, I swear to god you are a gay man trapped in a woman's body," I reply with frustration.
"You're just lucky you have a mother and a father who are so accepting of you, you might get mad at us sometimes but you have no idea how fortunate you are to have us," says my mom with a lecturing look in her eyes.
"Yeah I know," I reply quietly.
"Well go on down to the lake and have a swim son," my dad says with a smile.
I smile back to him and grab my towel from the back of the car and start walking down to the lake, I feel the sun on my back and it's nice; like being back in Australia. I look over at the children playing in the water and smile to myself, I always imagine what it would be like to have a family; to find a man who I love and who will love me back. I made a list once, about everything I wanted in a man; he had to be strong, tall, blonde hair and blue eyes, a top. I realize now that all that stuff doesn't mean anything, I just want someone to fall asleep with; the hug and to hold.
My daydream is interrupted when a small, brown object collides with my head and knocks me to the ground. I was lying face down in the dirt when I hear the shuffling of shoes next to me and I feel a warm hand on my back.
"Oh my gosh are you okay, I'm so, so sorry," someone says to me in a rushed but charming voice.
I don't say anything; I'm still in a bit of shock over what had just happened. I manage to push my hands into the red dirt and turn my body over to face this unknown person. When I hold up my hand to block the sun I see the face of an angel, well more like the face of a Greek god; Mark Clements.
I begin to regain my breath a little too quickly than I would have liked too; I think I must have been blushing as well.
"I'm so careless and stupid, i-i-i should have waited till I was away from everyone before throwing my ball," Mark said quickly, stumbling over his words.
"I'm fine," I manage to say before my voice breaks at the end.
I try to get up to a sitting position but he puts both hands on my chest and gently pushes my back to the ground.
"No no don't get up yet, just rest for a bit," says Mark kindly.
He moved his right hand and touches it against the spot where the ball hit me, while leaving his left hand on my chest. I get a giddy feeling inside of me at the feel of his touch.
"I know you, you go to my school; Carsten right?" He says warmly.
"Um, yes I do. I didn't think that you knew my name though," I reply inquisitively.
"Sure I do, I see you around," he replies.
By this stage his right hand is gently stroking my head and I begin to feel a bit of tension in my underwear. How is this even happening? I thought he was just a mean, self-centred high school jock.
"Carsten, this might sound rude but; you're gay aren't you?" Mark says while staring into my eyes.
At this point I don't know whether to run, cry or just deny it; I knew people talked about me at school but I've never actually been asked before.
"Y-y-yes," I say with a definite fear in my voice.
I turn my head to the side and clench my jaw, preparing for an impending attack. It doesn't come, Mark just smiles.
"I thought so, you have that look about you," he says cheekily.
I stare at him, my mouth gaping open; what is happening?
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to offend you; it's just that you look different to most guys. Not in a bad way." His eyebrows come together and crumple; he has a sad look in his eyes.
"Did I upset you? I'm sorry," he looks like he is about to cry.
"No I'm fine, I'm fine." I reply quickly. My head is spinning.
"Ok, why don't you try and sit up," he says still looking at me intently.
He pulls me up into a sitting position and squats next to me; by now he has taken his hands off me and crossed them against his chest. He must have noticed that I was feeling, really, really uncomfortable.
"I'm cool with it, just thought I would ask. It was probably the wrong time though, sorry." Mark says with an adorable grin; those blue eyes just light up his face.
"That's fine; I haven't really told anyone at school before. I think people just assume," I say while trying to avoid eye contact.
"Yeah," he says, staring at the ground.
"I should probably get going, I promised my mom I would help her with dinner. Sorry again Carsten, i-i ill see you around okay?" Mark said quickly then hurried off towards his cabin.
I just sat there on the ground and stared until he disappeared off the road. Did that really just happen? I rubbed my head, what a strange summer this is turning out to be.
Wow chapter 2 finished, I actually had a lot of fun with this one and hopefully there will be more to come. I really love your emails and it's actually amazing to think there are people out there reading my story. Thanks so much and email me if you want to at s0421551484@gmail.com.