CAMERON FOSTER
By Lee Mariner
September 2003
DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy depicting homosexual activity between young men. It is written for adult reading only and IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR LOCALITY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OBJECTIONABLE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
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Chapter #3
Cameron's father Lucas and Gramps were busy unloading the Foster's possessions and carrying them inside when we came around the corner of the barn. Mrs. Foster was busy with a broom trying to sweep the floors. She wasn't having much success. It would take more than a broom to clean the cottage.
I could feel the remnants of my sperm oozing from the slit in the crown of my cock and I was thankful my under shorts would soak it up and not leave a telltale damp spot on my overalls for all to see. Cameron was in front of me and I couldn't tell if he was feeling the same way or not. If he was, it didn't seem to bother him.
"Hey Dad, we can put some of that stuff in the barn until Mom cleans the house if you want." He called out.
Lucas turned eyeing both of us before answering. "I reckon that ain't such a bad idea Cam. I'll put the truck inside if there is enough room but your mother wants her bed unloaded. She is a mite tired of sleeping in a tent. Why don't you and Bradford give her a hand inside while Mr. Brockman and me take care of this?"
"There's enough room for the truck in the barn. Come on Brad, lets give Mom a hand." He said answering his father and pulling at my shirt.
"It appears them two are gonna get along Walter."
"That's one of the reasons I was hoping you and your missus would stay Lucas. Brad don't see many his age except in school. I love him dearly but he needs someone his age not an old codger like me. I've been leery of some of the migrants that pass through. I spotted you' all as being a good family when you drove up."
"I appreciate them kind words Walter. Brad's been taught the right and wrong of things and he's a good worker. The both of us will give you a fair day's labor as long as were here."
"Well Lucas, lets hope that is for a spell, at least until we get out of this depression. Roosevelt has been promising right much but his New Deal can't solve all the country's problems."
"It ain't done much for the farmers down my way. Most of them can barely make enough for taxes let alone feeding their families. At least it ain't as bad as out Oklahoma way. They been suffering bad and that's one of the reasons me and mine have been trying to stay near to home. Tain't no need to be jumping from the pot into the pan."
"I reckon that's right. We better get this furniture inside or your missus will come looking for us Lucas."
"Mom." Cameron called as we went inside. "Dad said for us to give you a hand."
"I can use it son. You and Bradford can start carrying out that trash by the door. Stack it where it can be burned. I don't want no varmints making themselves a home in it."
"Yes ma'am." We both answered together.
"There's a rocky clearing between the barn and the outhouse Cam. We can stack it there for burning." I said.
Between Cameron and me carrying out the trash, Mrs. Foster cleaning what she could and Lucas and Gramps bringing in the bedroom furniture the cottage looked halfway decent. From the looks of the second bedroom Cameron would be staying with me and that gave me a thrill. I was anxious to see him naked and from the once-in-awhile looks he gave me I had a hunch he was feeling the same way. Cam's mother confirmed it when she came in the kitchen.
"Looks like you'll need'en to take Bradford up on his offer Cam. That second bedroom will need some work before you can be using it."
"I figured that Mrs. Foster. It's a shame the Daltons didn't make sure that window and shutter were closed before they left." Gramps said.
"I'll get that fixed first thing mother." Lucas said as he handed his wife a coal oil lamp. "We'll be need'en this tonight unless you want to be in the dark."
"It wouldn't be much worse than being in the dark in a tent." She answered as she took the lamp from his hand.
"At least we'll have a little more privacy if Cam is going to be sleeping with Bradford." Lucas said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Lucas Foster, you hush. There's no reason to be talking like that with young'ens around." She answered with a slight grin on her face.
"I reckon we better be going boys." Gramps said quickly. "The sun's gone down so there ain't much more we can do here for now." Cameron and I bolted through the door before anything else was said except for his mother calling after us. "Cameron you be sure and wash good before you get in bed. You hear me?"
"Yes ma'am." He called over his shoulder grinning at me.
Gramps always drove slowly but on the way back to the house he seemed to drive slower than he usually did. The feel of Cameron's body pressing against mine felt good and my hard cock ached from being bunched up between my legs. I couldn't tell if he was feeling the same way or not but I couldn't wait to get to the wash bench behind the house. We had a big galvanized tub out threre that we used when we washed all over and Gramps insisted that we take a full bath at least twice a week. Other than that we washed up at a wooden-planked bench he had built between two black walnut trees.
Gramps usually turned of the truck lights when we would come home in the dark but this time he didn't. It took me a minute before I realized Cam didn't know the way in the dark as well as we did.
"Run inside and turn the lights on Brad and I'll follow."
"Yes sir." I said as I jumped from the truck. "Come on Cam, follow me."
It was only about fifty feet from the truck to the house but the cloth rubbing the head of my cock sent electric-like sensations running through me. I had been thinking of seeing Cameron naked so much that I was horny as hell and grabbed it before it exploded in my under shorts.
"Jesus." I gasped as I opened the screen door with my free hand and flipped the light switch. Fire was burning in my loins and my asshole clinched tight so I would shoot my load.
"What's the matter?" Cam asked just as he bumped into me.
"Oh shit. I almost shot my load running from the truck." I answered.
"You did what?" He exclaimed with a surprised look on his face.
I could tell I was blushing red hot but I blurted out, "I got a hardon bouncing in the truck next to you and I thought I was gonna pop my nuts when I was running." "I ain't never had that happen." He said grinning at me. "There's ways we can take care of it though if you're that horny."
"I stay horny a right smart of the time." I said as my breathing returned to normal.
"I'll bet you do, just like me. How about we do something later?" He asked grinning.
"Later." I said just as Gramps stepped into the light from the doorway.
"You boys want something to eat before we hit the hay? It's kind of late to be fixin supper so your mother said she'd be over in the morning and fix breakfast."
"I don't Gramps, how about you Cam?"
"I reckon I could do with a glass or milk or a cup of coffee with a piece of that cornbread we had before."
"Milk and cornbread it is but no coffee. I heard your mother Cam and I'm not wanting to get in any trouble with her. You can sit and eat a little something yourself Brad. There's no need to be going to bed with an empty stomach. You boys sit and eat while I boil up some water for washing."
Gramps took several large pieces of cornbread from the warmer over the stove. After placing it on the table with some churn butter and a jar of molasses he poured the milk and started water boiling.
I guess in my young teenaged excitement I didn't feel that hungry but Cam and I wolfed down the cornbread smeared with butter and molasses. We both drank two glasses of milk before the water was boiling. Gramps took the extra wash pan from the sink and handed it to Cameron along with two towels while I carried the hot water pail.
"Get them ears clean while you're at it." He called out.
"Yes sir." We both answered as we went outside.
It was black as pitch outside but with the light from the millions of twinkling stars and the glow through the house windows there was enough light for us to wash by. The big galvanized tub we used for washing all over hung on a nail on the backside of the tree and I saw Cameron looking at it as he put the extra washbasin on the bench.
"Do you and your grandfather take bathes outside in that?" He asked.
"In the summer we do but not when it's cold. Gramps spreads an oilcloth on the floor by the stove in the winter. He says "cleanliness is next to godliness" and he means it. We take a bath twice a week."
"Whew!!! We've been lucky to get a bath once a week and even then it was in a creek when we could find one. You and your Gramps don't take a bath together do you?" He said while pulling the shoulder straps of his overalls off.
"Not in the same tub we don't. At least not since I've been able to take a bath by myself. He used to wash me when I was little but that's been a long time ago." I said, also removing my shoulder straps.
"I didn't mean anything by it Brad, just talking." He said as he tied the straps of his overalls around his waist and began removing his shirt. "I've seen my daddy naked lots of time but it don't mean nothing."
Cameron pulled his shirt off and stood facing me. His lean muscled body glowed golden in the pale light. When he twisted around to hang the shirt on one of the low hanging limbs of a small poplar tree his muscles rippled under his skin and I felt my cock starting to get hard again. He had a thin line of hair running down from his belly button over the hardness of his flat stomach that I hadn't noticed when he was sitting in the outhouse. My mouth was dry and Iicked my lips and swallowed trying to generate some saliva. I had seen boys naked in the school showers but there was something exciting about looking at his hard muscled chest and stomach. I had a warm feeling that he wanted me to look at him.
"You gonna take your shirt off or wash with it on?" He said softly as he moved a little closer to where I was standing in an almost hypnotic state.
I could see the tip of his pink tongue between his partially parted lips. I didn't move when he reached for the buttons on my shirt but I could feel my heart starting to beat faster and faster and my breathing becoming shallower and labored. His eyes were almost black in the semi- darkness and it felt like I was being drawn into the warm glow in their depths.
I stood like a statue as his fingers undid the shirt buttons and when he slid his hands over my chest and around my back a shiver went through me. There was no feeling of revulsion at being touched by him just a tingling sensation coursing through every nerve and I felt a churning deep within my loins. I didn't move my head when he brushed his lips across mine and whispered. "You're just like me ain't you Brad."
"Wha, what." I croaked. "What did you say?"
He quickly removed his hands from under my shirt and moved back a little. "Nothing." He said, turning his head away.
"Yes you did Cam." I said reaching for his arm while a sense of disappointment washed over me. "What was it?"
"Nothing really Brad, I was just thinking out loud. We better wash up before your Gramps comes looking for us."
I don't know why but the feeling I had of disappointment had changed to a feeling of loss. I had heard what he said and I had felt his lips touch mine for just a moment. I liked the feelings that touch had caused but the moment had passed and I cursed myself for not saying "yes" when he asked if I was like him. I knew I was like Cam and had been hoping for a long time to find someone that felt the same feelings I felt.
We finished washing and were putting our shirts back on when Gramps called out.
"Hey there, you boys about finished? I want to wash up myself you know."
"I'm sorry Gramps. We didn't mean to take so long but we got to talking. Did you boil some water for yourself?"
"Can't, need the pail you took outside." He answered gruffly but with a grin and a warm look in his eyes. "You boys get on up to bed. I'll get it." He said while holding the screen door open for us.
"I'll get it Mr. Brockman." Cameron said, turning and running back for the water pail.
"If you don't stop calling me Mr. and start calling me Walt, Walter or Uncle whichever I'm going to tan your hind parts." He called through the screen door as it shut behind me. "You like him don't you?" He asked turning to me.
"Yes sir. Cam seems nice enough."
"Good, now you'll have some help doing your chores and Lucas should be a big help to me if I'm any judge."
"I'm glad they're going to be with us."
"So am I." Gramps said as Cam came through the door with the empty pail. "I changed the sheets on your bed Brad while ya'all were washing up. If you want, we can get that old army cot out of the barn tomorrow and set it up. It won't be as comfortable but it's up to you boys. Now git, it's late and we got a lot to do tomorrow."
Cameron followed me up the stairs and my legs felt like they were made of rubber. I had a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. The kind of feeling you get when you know or feel something is going to happen but you don't know what.
I turned the small light on beside my bed as he closed the door behind us. We both stood looking at each other not really knowing what we should do next. There was a windup Westclox on the night table and it's ticking matched the beat of my heart. No one outside of Gramps had ever been in my room before and Cameron standing a few feet away made me nervous. I felt my legs shaking and my mouth was dry. I didn't know if I should start undressing first or wait for him. The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock.
He broke the intense silence first. "Nice room Brad. I ain't never had a room like this; at least not this big."
"Your room at the cottage will be just as big." I managed to croak.
He moved to the center of the floor looking around and sitting on the only chair he started removing his heavy work shoes. "Yeah, I guess. It won't have as much furniture as you have."
"We have some extra stuff in the other room that Gramps will let you have." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed and started removing my shoes. "After Grandma died he moved a lot of her furniture out of their bedroom downstairs. Said he didn't need all of it cluttering up the place."
"When did your Grandma die Brad?" He asked as he started removing his shoulder straps and letting them drop over the edge of the chair.
"Not long ago." I said. I told him the story about how we had been shooing the chickens across the road and we didn't see the truck that hit her.
It was like everything was moving in slow motion. I was having a hard time breathing and I knew we were both talking just to be talking. He seemed to be just as hesitant as me in undressing. One thing I knew for sure, my cock was so hard it ached. When he finally removed his shirt I almost gasped remembering how his chest had looked in the pale light from the window and under the stars.
He sat barefooted with just his overalls on and I could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed and his ribs looked like piano keys on either side. His dark breast nipples seemed to be larger than when I saw them before. His stomach was ridged with muscle and the thin dark line of hair ran down between them in a straight line. I didn't have that much hair and my fingers itched to feel his. He sat quietly still holding his shirt looking at me with dark luminous eyes. I wasn't sure if the bulge I saw in the folds of his overalls was his cock but my tongue involuntarily ran over my lips. He looked like a half clothed golden statue sitting motionless except for his fingers undoing the brass buttons that held the sides of his overalls closed.
The only thing I could hear was the tick of the clock and my heart beating like a trip hammer. His eyes bore into mine and I didn't realize I had been holding my breath waiting for him to undress.
"You gonna get undressed Brad?" He said softly but his words boomed in my ears breaking the silence.
"Me...oh. Yeah, I was just thinking that's all." I said averting my gaze while I undressed.
"What were you thinking about?" He asked softly, his voice almost a whisper.
"I was remembering what you said to me down by the wash bench." I replied without looking at him.
"What was that, do you remember?"
"Yeah." I said breathing in deeply. "I remember. You asked if we were alike. I reckon we are the same except you're a little bigger than me and your hair is darker than mine."
I knew what he meant but I couldn't get the words to come out of my mouth. No one had ever touched his or her lips to mine not even my mother and even though I liked the feeling I couldn't say it. Every nerve in my body screamed for him to do it again but I couldn't bring myself to admit it.
When he moved over and sat next to me on the bed I started shaking but not out of fear. I wanted to feel his naked chest against mine, I wanted to feel his lips on mine again but I couldn't move.
"Your shaking Brad. Are you scared to be with me naked?" He said as he placed his hand on my thigh.
The touch of his hand burnt through the denim and tears started welling up in my eyes. My throat felt constricted but I stammered, "Nnnooo...oh shit Cam I don't know what to say. I feel all giddy inside."
He placed one arm around my shoulders and reaching with other hand he turned my face to his. I wasn't sobbing but the tears were running down my cheeks. The touch of his fingers on my cheeks as he brushed the tears away sent shivers through me. The smile on his face and in his eyes was warm and I felt the tension draining from me as he lowered his lips to mine. Placing his hand on my chest he pushed gently and lowered me back on the bed. His naked chest covering mine felt warm and his lips were satiny soft. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my hip and I put my arms around his chest and held him closely. After a few seconds he raised his head and looked down at me.
"You've never kissed a boy before have you Brad?"
"I ain't ever kissed anyone that I can remember Cam excepting maybe my mother. Have you?"
"A couple of times Brad." He said in almost a whisper. "Did you like doing it?" I asked nervously.
"Pretty much but I don't reckon I'm very good at it. It probably takes practice like other things girls and boy do when they are alone together." He said softly his fingers making little circles around my belly button. "Have you ever been in bed naked with another boy or girl Brad?"
Dropping my arms from around his chest I pushed up and he sat up with me. We looked at each other for a few seconds before I answered.
"I ain't ever been in bed with no body Cam. But I reckon you have if I understand what your saying and asking." I said lowering my eyes.
"Would it make you mad if I said so?"
"No, I don't guess it would. There's no call for me to get mad about something I don't know about. I know what you meant downstairs but I ain't never done anything like that and I've been wondering why you asked me."
"Because of the feeling I get when you look at me. I saw you looking at me when we drove up. There was something in the way you were looking and I felt something inside of me. I think you felt it to and when I saw the way you were trying to look in my crotch in the outhouse I kinda thought you might be like me but you ran away."
"What do you mean, like you?" I asked still afraid to look at him.
"You like boys just like I do. I was pretty sure of it when you started getting hard behind the barn. That's why I stroked my cock like I did. I was sure that if you went all the way and we jerked off you liked boys too. Most other boys that didn't want to do it would turn away unless they were buddies and jerked off together all of the time."
"I ain't ever had any buddies like that Cam. But that ain't all I wanted to do."
"What else Brad?"
Taking a deep breath I raised my head and looked into his eyes. "I wanted to see you naked and feel your cock. I ain't never touched another boy and I wanted to know if yours felt like mine." I whispered exhaling slowly."
Grinning at me he stood and let his overalls drop to the floor. I couldn't help but gasp and suck air between my teeth. His thick uncut cock stood out in front of him like a steel javelin his thick dark hair a nest at the base. Kicking his overalls aside he stood in front of me with is legs spread slightly. Placing one hand under his balls he squeezed and rolled them up over the base of his cock making it lay on his stomach. Hooking his thumb over the base he pushed down and I watched its glistening blood engorged head slip out from the tight flesh sheathing a small drop of white fluid oozing from the piss slit.
"Jesus Cam, your big." I croaked, sliding my tongue over my dry lips.
"Touch it Brad." He whispered pushing his hips at me.
"I,I,I...oh shit." I groaned taking my eyes away from its gorgeous length.
He reached down and took my hand in his. I didn't resist as he pulled my arm until I felt his cock sliding over the palm of my hand between my thumb and fingers. I started to pull back but he held my wrist tight.
"Close your fingers around it Brad, feel it. You said you wanted to." He whispered again.
Sucking my gut in tight I held my breath and closed my fingers. His cock felt like satin covered steel and I could feel it throb when I squeezed. Its hot length sent waves of electric-like shocks coursing through my arm down into my groin and it felt like I was going to shoot my load. Cam released my wrist and moved his hips causing his cock to slide in and out of my hand. He groaned when I opened my fingers and pulled my hand away.
He stood over me breathing hard for a few minutes before reaching down and putting his hands in my arm pit he lifted and I stood up letting my overalls fall around my ankles. He moved one hand down and when he squeezed my cloth-covered cock I groaned and leaned against him. He held me tight for a few seconds and I felt his fingers sliding under the elastic waistband of my underwear.
My whole body felt like it was on fire and I didn't resist as he pushed the shorts downward until the fell around my ankles with my overalls. My dripping cock slapped up against my stomach and I moaned again at the feelings coursing through me. Holding me tight he moved his cock against mine and I felt my balls starting to tighten.
"Jesus Cam. We keep doing this and I'm gonna cum all over us."
Pulling his hips back he licked my ear and whispered. "It feels good doesn't it Brad. It's like no other feeling you've ever had isn't it?"
Moving back away from him I kicked out of my clothes and put my arms around him. His eyes gleamed softly and when I put my lips on his he took my head in his hands. I felt his tongue probing and I opened my lips letting his tongue slid into my mouth. He moved his tongue slowly twisting it under mine and I tasted the milk we had drank but I didn't withdraw, I needed more and more so I kissed him back fiercely sucking on his tongue.
When we broke the kiss he leaned his head back from mine gasping for air. "Christ Brad, you learn quick." He said grinning at me.
"Yeah." I said grinning. "It felt natural like that was what you're supposed to do when you put your lips on someone else's. "
"It does but you don't need to suck my tongue out of my head. I thought you said you were ready to cum."
"It won't take much if you touch me again with your cock like you did."
"Lets get in bed and I'll show you how we can do it together."
Sitting on the bed I scooted in the middle and laid my head on the pillows. "Close your legs but pull your balls up when you do." He said looking down at me.
I pulled my balls up like he said and closed my legs. He placed one knee on the edge of the bed and then crawled on top sitting on my thighs. "You ain't that small Brad. I've seen boys with smaller cocks than you have." He said scooting up until I felt his balls touch mine.
"I'm not as big as you are."
"You will be. As we get older both of us will get bigger. Now do what I do." He said as he leaned forward and ran his hands over my chest. I felt my chest muscles tighten and then slowly relax as he rubbed his hands over them and down on my stomach. I reached up and put my hands on his chest and he leaned his head back and breathed in deeply filling his lungs and expanding his chest. His muscles felt hard at first and then they softened as he exhaled.
"Yeah Brad that feels great. Do it all the way down and touch my cock if you want but don't stroke it. I'm pretty close myself."
I ran my hands over his chest and stomach and I felt his heart beating. When my fingers touched the hair around the base of his cock it felt soft and silky. His cock jerked and slapped up against his stomach when I touched the head. He moaned softly and squeezed my breasts tight sending sharp shocks into my groin. Thrill after thrill coursed through me as he ran his hands over my chest and stomach. I could feel the hot sperm surging up and down in my cock and I knew if we kept it up I was going to explode.
"Cam." I said as I dropped my arms down on the bed. "I can't keep this up." I said groaning.
"Neither can I." He said almost breathlessly as he slid his fingers under my cock and lifted it up against his squeezing them together.
Leaning forward on one arm he started slowly jerking us both off at the same time. Each time he stroked and squeezed I gnashed my teeth and gripped the sheets my hip pushing up to meet his downward stroke. I could feel my muscles tighten and then relax as a feeling of being on fire rushed over me. I squeezed my ass tight trying to hold off but he only increased the tempo of his hand.
"Let it go Brad, let it go. I'm almost there." He moaned hovering over me.
It felt like hot lava was rushing upwards from my nuts and I pulled a pillow over my head screaming as my cock throbbed and jerked gushing thick sperm over my chest mixing with his. I heard Cam panting and driving his balls against mine as his cock spit streams of his sperm over me. I threw the pillow back and watched as he squeezed our cocks tight and then fell down on me his head laying next to mine his hand still holding our cocks together.
I felt the sticky sperm between us and his heart beating as fast as mine as we both sucked air into our lungs in big heaving gulps. It was several seconds before I felt his muscles relaxing. A sense of calm settled over me and I had a feeling that I had experienced something that I would only experience once, sex with another boy for the first time.
I understood then what Cam had said about liking boys. I had always known it but it took him to bring it out of me.
"Cam, you were right." I whispered in his ear. "I do like boys and I'm glad you were here to show me I did."
"If it wasn't me Brad it would have been someone else sooner or later. I'm just glad it was me." He said sliding off of me.
"Me too." I said softly looking into his soft eyes and lifting my lips to his.
We laid quietly for a few minutes before I slid over to the edge of the bed reaching for my shorts.
"Don't have a towel so this will have to do for now." I said as I wiped his chest and stomach and then mine.
"Guess we better get a couple if we're gonna be doing this again." He said as he gathered me in his arms after I threw the shorts on the floor.
"Just a couple" I said giggling.
"That's up to you." He said as he reached down and pulled the sheet up over us.
We both slipped off to sleep with me in his arms one leg thrown over mine. The last thing I remembered was his soft lips kissing my cheek.
I didn't know it then but a life long friendship was being formed.