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I was really surprised I had slept as long as I did. Thoughts of Jon swamped my mind the entire night. I awoke at around 5:30 am. I knew there would be no way I could get back to sleep. So I stumbled from my tent, and made my way to the picnic table.
It was beginning to brighten outside. The sun beginning to rise far in the distance. I had always been intrigued by sunrises across the lake here. So I grabbed my sandals from under the table then walked, albeit groggily to the lake.
Jon once again entered my mind as I approached the bank where we had met. I removed my sandals, then took a seat on the bank, hanging my feet over the edge. I really couldn't believe how great this trip had started out. I would not in a million years have expected to meet someone as amazing as Jon on a camping trip. But it had happened, and I definently wasn't complaining. Although I still missed Will. I guess breaking up really is hard to do.
My heart got this saggy, heavy feeling every time I thought of Will. And mix that with the thoughts of Jon that were running through my head, I really felt like shit. I was beginning to feel almost guilty over what I had done with Jon. But who was I kidding, Will wasn't around. His mommy and daddy probably sent him to anti-queer classes. Poor guy, and it is all somewhat my fault. But he loved me, and I loved him. He taught me how great love really is. But I guess it was too perfect to last long.
I had brought myself to tears again thinking of Will. I had become pretty good at that over the past month we had been apart. And I knew from my previous experiences, trying to hold it in wouldn't work. So I laid down on the bank and began to silently sob my eyes out. It had been a month, almost two since I had lost him. But it still hurt just as much as it had the first day. Don't ever let anyone tell you it isn't hard to get over your first love. Because if they tell ya that, they are damned liars.
I lay sobbing on the beach when I felt the hand touch my shoulder. I tensed up immediately. I was ready to turn around and hit something, but the voice I heard would put me at ease. "Cameron?" "Jon," I said back, sitting up on the bank. "What's wrong?
There was a heartfelt concern in his voice that snapped me right back into my feelings for him. I knew it would be risky to tell him I was crying over my ex boyfriend. But it was too early in the morning for me to come up with a good excuse. So that left me with only my truth card to play.
"Just remembering some bad memories," I spoke back quietly.
He took a seat next to me on the bank and took my hand in his. He brought it to his mouth and kissed it lightly. I was once again at ease. In the dim morning light I could see his beautiful blue eyes gazing deep into me. I put my free hand lightly on his cheek. His skin felt so soft against my hands. I felt an amazing connection with this man, who I had known for less than day.
"I think I know how you feel," He spoke softly to me. "I've been remembering some bad things myself."
"Because of me?" I asked
"A little, I think," "Jon, I'm sorry. I didn't mean," I spoke before he cut me off.
"Shhhh," He said, kissing me softly on the lips. "Its not your fault. Its hard to get over a first love. But I can see from your eyes, you already know what I'm talking about,"
I was amazed that I was able to be read so easily. There was some strange connection between us. As if we were sent for each other. I couldn't explain it. But I was glad it was there.
"So tell me about yours," He said, breaking the silence.
"My first love?" I asked.
"Yeah,"
"His name was Will. I'd known him for years. And just one day, he told me he was gay. And that he knew I was too. And from then on it was just, I can't even describe it,"
"I know how that is," Jon spoke to me. "It was the same way with Jason. He was just one of those people who was like your lover, and your best friend. There was nothing I wanted to do more than to spend every waking moment of my life with him."
"God, that is the perfect description," I said, a very happy tone in my voice.
I was a bit amused that things had been so similar between us. I only hoped, for his sake that the break up had been on happier terms than that of me and Will. I continued to stare into his beautiful brown eyes, soaking up as much of him as I could. The feeling of being with him was so amazing. I never wanted it to end.
"But I guess we both know, what's perfect doesn't last,"
"Unfortunately you're right. Will's mom caught us fooling around. She flipped out, pulled him out of school, I haven't heard from him since," I finished, beginning to get a bit emotional.
"Oh Cam, I'm so sorry," He said softly, lifting my chin with his hand and kissing the tip of my nose.
"Its okay," I laughed a little. "I'm doing better now. Its still hard though,"
"I know. Things went kind of like that for me and Jason. Except he was the one, not his mom. Just out of the blue one day, after like 8 months together, he tells me he doesn't want to be gay anymore."
"Oh, Jon. I'm sorry," I said, hugging him to me.
"Its fine. I think having to see him everyday at school made it easier to get over."
"Do you still talk to him?"
"I try to avoid him. We had a couple of classes together. But we still pretty much kept our distance."
"Its sad how things turn out sometimes,"
"I know. But they're starting to look better," He said, his penetrating smile melting my heart.
I smiled back at him and leaned in to kiss him. Our lips gently touched, sending jolts of electricity throughout my whole body. I laid back on the bank, and he followed, his lips never leaving mine. I began to run my hands through his silky brown hair, while our tongues still probed each other's mouths. He planted one final kiss upon my lips, then one on my nose. I chuckled lightly, and gave him a puzzled look. His smiled beamed at me, almost lighting the darkness which we still sat in.
"What was the nose one for?" I asked, still laughing about it.
"You just have a cute nose," He laughed, leaning down and kissing it again.
"If you insist," I laughed.
He laid down on the bank and laid his head on my chest. It was amazing how strong we had connected, in such a short amount of time. He was able to touch my heart in such a way. It felt like heartbreak never existed when he was near. I was never a believer in love at first sight. But meeting Jon may have converted me.
"So what brings you out here so early?" I asked him, stroking his hair.
"Couldn't sleep. I figured if I came and sat out here, you'd show up eventually,"
I hugged him close to me and kissed the top of his head lightly. I heard him sigh contentedly, and his breathing slow. 'Great idea' I thought to myself as I closed my eyes. In no time at all I drifted off to sleep.
I was awoke by a gentle nudging in my side. I opened my eyes, squinting quickly to avoid the sun that had risen. My eyes connected with a set of beautiful blue eyes, which I knew right away were Jon's. He leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips. I smiled at him, then sat up.
"Morning beautiful," He said, turning to face me.
"Morning. How long did we sleep?"
"A while,"
"What time is it?"
"Time for our date," He replied.
"Oh really. And what big plans do you have for me,"
"Well I figured I'd cook you a nice breakfat, then we could go swimming. And follow that all up with mad passionate sex in my hot tub," He said, with a devilish smirk on his face.
"Sounds good to me,"
"Come on," He laughed, hopping to his feet. "My parents went to Wassau for a few days, I've got the house all to myself,"
"Okay," I said, hopping to my feet
Jon reached over and grabbed my hand in his. It was still somewhat early morning, so we walked down the beach towards his house. I didn't speak the entire walk, I just listened as Jon explained to me the significance of the orange ribbon's tied to trees on different spots of the trail. He explained that's where major things in his life had happened, like his first kiss, where he lost his virginity, or the spot he and Jason had broke up in. It was kind of cute in a way. The same way I had kept things that reminded me of Will, he had marked the spots of the memories. He must've thought it juvenile, because he started to blush lightly. I squeezed his hand reassuringly and he smiled at me. We both stay silent until we reached his house. I was a bit amazed as I saw it come into full view.
It was the true Santa Fe style house. It looked to be at least three stories. If I didn't already know better, I would've said it was simply a summer house for Jon and his family. But Jon had told me on the walk here, that they lived here year long. I sure as hell wouldn't mind, this house had stepped out of my dreams completely formed.
"Stop drooling over my house," Jon said, waving his hands in front of me. "I'm the only thing you're allowed to drool over today," He said, grabbing me by the waist.
He leaned in and started kissing my neck. I laughed out a little, my neck had always been a sort of ticklish spot. I reciprocated and starting kissing his neck, inhaling his beautiful smell. Everything about Jon was beautiful, even his smell. He pinched my ass, causing me to jump slightly.
"Come on," He said, once more grabbing my hand and leading me towards the house.
We walked in and for the second time in 10 minutes I was drooling over this house. Inside it was very like Spanish Adobe type house. The walls were made to look like clay, very southern for being Vermont. The first room as we entered the house was the kitchen. Jon directed me to the nearby bar, and instructed me to sit. I did as he began to dig in the refrigerator. He re-appeared with a carton of eggs and a jug of orange juice.
"How do you like your eggs beautiful?" He asked, grabbing two glasses from under the bar.
"You can cook?" I questioned, glancing at him oddly.
"Of course. When you grow up with parents like mine, you have to learn to fend for yourself," He said, handing me a glass of orange juice.
"What do you mean?"
"Well don't get me wrong, their not like crack addicts or anything. Its just with the business, they were never really around. They always left me here, with the occasional neighbor to check in on me,"
"What business?"
"Crane Enterprises,"
My jaw had to have dropped at that statement. Crane Enterprises was the biggest business Vermont had to offer. That was when it hit me, I knew Jon. Well not like old friend knew him, but through TV. The Cranes were highly publicized citizens. Jon Crane, it all fit. Except last time I'd seen him on TV, his arms didn't look that big.
"Oh wow, a Crane is cooking for me," I joked, with a cute little smirk on my face.
"Oh haha," He said, giving me a dirty look.
He leaned across the bar and planted a kiss on my lips. I smiled as big as I had in months at him before he turned back to the eggs. We stayed silent while he finished cooking the eggs, me just taking in the amazing scenery I was surrounded by. After what seemed like only minutes, a plate was tossed in front of me. I looked down to see 2 eggs, a side of bacon and toast.
"What a minute, where did the bacon come from?" I asked, knowing he didn't have time to fry bacon.
"This baby right here," He said, slapping his hand on the microwave behind him.
"A microwave?"
"Not just some lame ass microwave, this is one of those radiant heat ovens, make a pound of bacon in 30 seconds," He said, very proud of himself.
I just smiled at him and began to cut up my eggs. I glanced over at Jon and for the first time noticed he was wearing my shirt from yesterday.
"When did you pick that up?" I said, pointing at the sleeveless garment.
"Late last night. I couldn't get you off my mind, so I went for a walk," He said, starting to blush.
"Aww, that's cute," I said, leaning over the bar and kissing him.
We continued to chat while we finished the wonderful breakfast Jon had cooked for us. He filled me in on life being a Crane, nothing too different from mine. Since his parents were Vermont Gods, the paparazzi so to speak would leave them alone as soon as they said something. So Jon had grown up the same boring, private school life I had. All boys school of course, which is horrible being a gay teenager.
After we had finished breakfast, he led me into the living room. I took a seat on one of the many leather chairs littered throughout the huge room. Jon walked up to the huge entertainment center and began to fumble around with something un-indentifiable to me.
In no time at all, the sweet sounds of Whitney Houston began to pour throughout the entire house. Did he know me or what? Whitney was my favorite.
"Good choice," I said, walking up to him and putting my hands on his waist.
"You like Whitney?" He questioned, burying his face into my neck.
"Like her? Try Love,"
He chuckled softly in my ear, then buried his face back in my neck. We held each other there, dancing slightly as "One Moment in Time" played on. As the song came to a close, he planted a soft kiss on my lips. In that one moment, I don't think I had ever been happier. I threw my arms around Jon and hugged him close to me. I never wanted to let go. But as "I'm your baby tonight" began to play, the moment was pretty much ruined. We both began to laugh as we walked over and sat down on the sofa.
"So what are your big plans for me today?" I asked, laying my head down in his lap.
"I don't know," He said, looking down at me. "Figured we can hang around here all day,"
"Sounds good to me,"
"But first, I got to take a shower. Do you mind being out here by yourself?"
"Not at all, Whitney will keep my company," I said, jerking my head slightly in the direction of the stereo.
"Okay, I'll be right out," He said, leaning down and kissing me.
I sat up on the sofa as Jon jumped to his feet. He scurried quickly down the hall, reminding me of a small child who really has to use the bathroom. 'How cute' I thought to myself. Something told me that I would think anything Jon did was cute. I had told myself that after Will I wasn't going to fall for anyone so quickly. But there was something about Jon. It hadn't even been 24 hours since we'd first met, but already I felt the big L. 'Love at first sight?' I thought to myself. 'Did such a thing really exist?' I had no idea.
I cleared my thoughts and began to tour the living room. Pictures of Jon were everywhere. Typical only child thing. My mom was the same way. I began to feel for Jon when I noticed that his parents were not in more than 5 of the pictures. We were in the same boat there too. My mother had always been busy working to support us, and that never left time for much else. Jon's parents were the same way.
I was snapped back to reality as Jon walked up behind me and put his hands on my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder and began to kiss my neck. I turned around and threw my arms around his neck, and reciprocated with kissing of my own. I brought my hands to his shirtless back and began to run my fingers lightly across. I could feel the goosebumps forming beneath my fingertips. Jon shuddered lightly, and I couldn't help but laugh. He let a slight chuckle escape, but then tackled me to the sofa.
He said nothing as he lifted my shirt over my head. He tossed the shirt to the floor and quickly dove onto my nipples. He began to tongue bathe them, me moaning every time his tongue connected. He was slowly making his way down my torso, stopping at my bellybutton and licking lightly around the outside. I was in ecstasy, his tongue sending chills all throughout my body. My cock was straining to be released from its fabric confines. Jon began to slowly graze his hand across my throbbing bulge. I tensed up immediately, wanting so bad for his lips to wrap around my swollen shaft. He began to tuck his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, and began to pull down. I lifted myself from the sofa, to make the removal easier. He tossed the shorts to the floor then was face to face with my cock.
"Its much more beautiful in the daytime," He said, beginning to lick up the underside of the shaft.
I mumbled what could only be understood as an Mmm. Jon continued to lick the swollen head of my shaft, his tongue teasing lightly at the slit. His lips had yet to wrap around my meat, but I already felt on the verge of orgasm. He brought his tongue from my shaft and began to lick lightly at my balls. I brought my hands to his hair and began to stroke it lightly. I could feel his starting to slip down my body further, his hair slipping from my hands. I could feel his tongue touch lightly on the area between my anus and balls. That sent a shock right through me. That had always been my spot. He continued to lick it lightly, me squirming underneath. He began to graze his tongue lower, touching lightly at the opening of my anus. I let out a moan for the go ahead sign. He lifted my legs to his shoulders and began his tongue trek back to my anus.
I was in utter heaven as his tongue began to dart in and out of my anus. I could feel his tongue stretch further in each time he licked. I had never been so turned on in my life, my cock feeling as if it were going to explode. I was moaning loudly as his rim job continued. My fists were clenched tightly as the waves of pleasure shot throughout me. I now so desperately wanted more than his tongue in my anus. I wanted the beautiful 8" bone I had met yesterday.
"I want you to fuck me Jon," I moaned, out of breath.
He stopped his tonguing and looked up at me. A silent concern was stretched across his face. I just smiled at him, and shook my head yes. He brought his lips once again to mine and kissed me, sending any bit of nervousness I had away.
I watched in anticipation as his shorts began to drop. He reached into the pocket before letting them fall, and pulled out what I knew was a condom. I took it from his hand, and with an "allow me" I tore open the package. I slipped it slowly over his dick, which was already fully erect. After I had reached the base, he leaned down and kissed me again.
"You just let me know if you want to stop," He said, in the kindest, most loving voice I had ever heard.
I just nodded my head as my legs went once more over his shoulders. He began to push his cockhead in slowly. I had read enough to know to push against it. He continued to slowly slide it in until I felt his balls touch my ass. I put my hand to his chiseled abs, signaling for him to stop. He stopped and brought his lips once more to mind. He kissed me with incredible passion this time, and began to thrust in lightly.
The feeling was amazing. This was much better than his finger had felt the previous day. He was gently thrusting in and out, moaning out loudly each time he did so. He brought his face back to mine and we once again started kissing. I felt his hand reach down and grasp my cock. That alone, coupled with the intense feelings stemming from my anus almost pushed me to orgasm. But I was able to hold on. I wanted to feel Jon's gentle hand stroking my swollen shaft for as long as I could.
As his slow, almost pleasurable torture of my cock continued, I could feel his thrusting speed increase. His dick began to tap my prostrate, causing me to moan loudly. He leaned down and whispered "I'm coming" into my ear. That was it for me. The power of orgasm over took me, my hot seed landing on my own chest. Jon continued his thrusting until the last bit of cumm entered the condom. He slowly removed his cock from my ass and removed the condom. He tied the condom in a knot and placed it on the coffee table next to us. He dove to my chest and began to lick up my cumm.
"You are so amazing," I said, still out of breath.
He said nothing in return as he continued to lap up my cumm. After he had erased the last bit of it, he laid his head on my chest. A surge of emotions shot all throughout me. I hugged him close to me as I felt my eyes begin to close. I slowly drifted off to sleep, more happier than I had ever been in my life.
I awoke later that day to find that Jon was no where to be found. I sat up on the sofa and quickly slipped my shorts back on. I stood up and began to walk into the kitchen. There I saw Jon sitting outside on the deck. He turned to me as he heard the sliding doors open, and I could see in the mid day sun his beautiful blue eyes light up. I walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. I sat next to him and began to look out into the beautiful lake which his house faced. I could see in the distance a couple frolicking in the water. It was Sara and Kasey, I could tell from Sara's silver bikini. It was then that it hit me. I had to return home the following day. I felt my heart immediately sink in my chest. I had found this amazing man, but now I had to leave him.
"Jon," I said, grasping his hands in mine. "I have to leave tomorrow. I live in Havenbrook," I said quietly.
"I know," He said, squeezing my hands. "But think about it Cam. We both knew from the beginning that this was too good to last,"
Even though I hated what he was saying, his sparkling blue eyes sent the message straight to my heart.
"I suppose your right," I said, looking deep into his eyes.
"Do you believe in fate?" He asked me, completely out of the blue.
"Fate?"
"Yeah. I think that's what brought us together. To show us both, even though we're heartbroken, and life sucks, it still goes on,"
It took less than five seconds for it to click in my mind. He was exactly right. It wasn't just some chance encounter that brought us together. It was a higher power, completely beyond our control. We were exactly what the other needed. Proof, that no matter how shitty life got, there was always someone out there to make it better. A guardian angel so to speak.
"Your right," I said, my voice cheering up. "It was fate that brought me here, here to my guardian angel," I said, kissing his hand.
"Wow. I was thinking the same thing. Scary huh?" He laughed.
I laughed then stood up. Jon followed suit and put his hands on my waist. I leaned and kissed him with all the passion I could muster up. After out lips parted, I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I held him for minutes, knowing full well that this would most likely be the last time. I broke our embrace and kissed him one final time on the lips.
"I love you Jon," I said, the tears once more beginning to form. "Thank you,"
Jon too had started to cry. I looked deep into his beautiful blue eyes and felt a smile come to my face. I said not another word as I began to descend the stairs the deck. As I reached the gate of their yard, Jon called out to me from the deck.
"Cam! You forgot your shirt!"
"You keep it!" I yelled back. "Something to remember me by,"
With that I opened the gate and began to walk up the trail. As I reached the beach I began to walk on the waters edge, enjoying the gentle breeze. I eventually met up with Sara and Kasey, who were still playing in the water. They of course asked me where I had been. I just replied with "Gathering my thoughts," They left it at that. I tossed my sandals onto the beach and tackled Kasey in the water. We played around for a few minutes, moving further down the beach. I looked up and saw we were in front of Jon's house. He stood in a top story window looking out at us. I smiled up at him and blew him a kiss. He made the sign of catching it, and blew one back to me in return, then stepped away from the window. I had no idea if I would ever see Jon again. But I knew, that anytime my life got bad, I could think about him, my guardian angel, and know that life goes on............... THE END