"Oh, I'll definitely be doing that," Jake growled, in a voice filled with greed, as he guided Sean's head back to his cock. Sean continued his assiduous actions, sucking and licking along the side, using one hand on Jake's balls and the other lightly twisting on the lower part of the shaft. Continuing the movement of his hands, Sean took the head into his mouth, applying pressure by sucking as he allowed, little by little, more into the moist sanctuary. Jake leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest, determined not to overstep as Sean continued to take him inside. As the thick cock reached the back of his throat Sean sucked air through his nose and pushed forward, focusing on swallowing Jake into his throat. Jake looked down and saw Sean's nose pressed against his neatly trimmed pubes, felt his wet tongue twirling along the underside of his shaft, the massaging of Sean's throat muscles, and he moaned.
"Fuck, that's incredible. You're incredible." Sean pulled back and repeated the action, increasing in speed as he became more accustomed to the invasion and getting his breathing right. He didn't know why, but he had already decided that this was something he wanted to become expert at, and he knew he was going to really enjoy practicing with Jake. After several more minutes of the rhythmical sucking and licking and massage Jake couldn't hold on.
"I'm going to cum," he announced, "can I cum in your throat?" Sean didn't respond, just continued with his actions, his hands gripping Jake's ass, squeezing and stroking as he matched the actions with his mouth and throat. Jake bit his own finger as he came, desperately trying not to make too much noise, shooting a prodigious amount into Sean's throat. After the first few jets, Sean had to pull back, it was to much for him to swallow in one go. He managed to keep most in his mouth and swallow it down, though the last couple of shots hit his neck. Jake pulled him up, gasping for breath, into a hug, laughing as he dealt with the mindfuck of such an intense feeling.
"Thank you," he grinned. He pulled Sean in closer, kissing his mouth and then moving his head down to lick the cum from his neck. They kissed again, gently now, both sated for the time being.
"Come on," Jake said, "it's already passed curfew and we will get into big trouble if we're caught out here." They walked towards the dorm hand-in-hand, separating as they left the protection of the walls of the main house. As they walked into the barn only a couple of people noticed them slip in. Michael shot Sean a knowing look and Skylar gave them both a surreptitious thumb's up. Sean was a little embarrassed at being caught out like that, but also strangely proud, particularly as he noted Jake's confident strut into the room. They sat together on Sean's bed, chatting about innocuous things and Sean just enjoyed the proximity and the way Jake casually stroked his leg while they talked. They started with safe subjects, Sean told Jake about his friendship with Ali and Sam and his hope to become a human rights lawyer, and Jake told Sean about his apprenticeship with a tattoo artist and pointed out the beautifully drawn additions to his own body from that artist and himself. Sean was impressed at the skill shown. Things started to get more personal and Jake held Sean's hand tightly as Sean told him what had happened the night before. Jake admitted to Sean that he'd actually been sent to Shady Pines because he had been getting into trouble because of strained relations with his parents, acting out and getting involved with a bad crowd. A brush with the law had led to an ultimatum, which had led to Shady Pines, where he had been for a week longer than Sean.
Later, most people were preparing for bed and Sean and Jake joined in the ablutions. People got into bed, reading or quietly chatting. Lights out was at 10pm - early to bed, early to rise - and the others all knew the routine well enough to stay out of trouble. When Jake came out of the bathroom he stopped at Sean, who was standing by his bed, and, placing his hand on Sean's shoulder, quickly but firmly kissed his lips before nimbly swinging himself up into the top bunk. Sean climbed into bed with a happy grin on his face just as the guard, Frost, came into the building.
"Lights out boys," he flipped the switch by the door, "sleep well." Almost as soon as he left Sean sensed movement in the room. He saw a shadow by Michael's bed and figured it was Tim hopping down from his top bunk to get in with Michael. There was still some tired murmuring, from them and elsewhere in the room. After a couple of minutes someone went past the end of his bed, he thought it might be Skylar, with someone unidentified in tow, heading to the bathroom for some late-night fun. He felt the bed move and sensed rather than saw Jake jumping down from his bunk, and felt him lean over to whisper.
"Is there room in there for me?" Sean flipped his covers back and Jake slid in beside him, curving his body around Sean's and pulling him tight with a strong arm. Sean couldn't quite place the feeling of safety he got from having Jake this close, but he identified the arousal quickly enough when Jake purred sexily in his ear.
"Can I fuck you tomorrow?" Sean just arched his back and pushed his ass into Jake's crotch, wriggling it, emphasizing his delight at the suggestion. After the excitement of the afternoon, both boys were sound asleep within a few minutes.
The camp-wide bell rang at 6 am. Sean woke bleary-eyed, then remembered where he was. He pressed back, finding Jake's hard body, and smiled to himself. Jake leaned in and kissed Sean's neck, giving a cheeky tweak to his nipple before jumping out of bed.
"Eurgh," Sean groaned, "don't tell me you're a morning person."
"Hmmm," Jake pondered for a moment, "not especially. Maybe sometimes when I'm happy." He gave that side-smile, his trademark, and bounded to the bathroom. Sean rose more slowly, as everyone began the day by getting ready for the morning run. After that, there was breakfast, chores, followed by a mandated game of touch-football on the wide lawn. O'Rourke was blessedly absent on an errand for Willis, who was holed up in his office, and there was a lot of laughter and good-natured joking around. For a time, it felt like a real summer camp, albeit in spring-time. Sean met Father O'Donnolly, who shook his hand warmly and held his gaze a little longer than was comfortable. Dr. Neale, being as tall and well-built as he was, proved skilled in football, and his team won the match comfortably, particularly with college players like Sean and Colby on his side.
After lunch, the boys spread out, doing their own thing. Jake cornered Sean and whispered,
"I'm taking you for a walk in the woods," Sean nodded, suddenly feeling nervous, but determined. Jake continued, "I'll grab what we need, you head straight out - we can't be seen going together. I'll join you in 5." Sean went straight out, heading down the first path into the woods. A short way in he stopped by a broad elm, partially hidden as he waited for Jake. He saw Jake exit the bunkhouse, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, and pause under the porch. Suddenly, to Sean's horror, he saw O'Rourke appear behind Jake and grab his shoulder. He couldn't hear the words clearly from this distance, but he could tell O'Rourke was barking angrily at Jake. He grabbed the bag from Jake's shoulder and ripped it open, pulling out the contents as he ranted. Sean didn't know what was in the bag but he knew it wouldn't be good, based on what their intentions had been. He watched O'Rourke spin Jake around, twisting his arm up behind his back using his baton. He heard O'Rourke scream,
"Who is it?" and realized that O'Rourke was demanding to know who Jake had been meeting. He debated running forward but realized quickly that would be useless. If O'Rourke was psychotic they'd both be in big trouble. O'Rourke began pushing Jake toward the woods, luckily heading for a different path. As quietly as possible Sean began to make his way to the side, trying to get as far away as he could from O'Rourke. He arrived at the edge of the woods and, checking one last time that O'Rourke was facing the other way, he ran up and across, aiming to look as though he was running toward the main house. At the sound of running O'Rourke turned and screamed at Sean to stop. At the last moment, after going around the corner of the bunkhouse, Sean veered sharply left, running through the door, pausing only long enough to push it closed and strip off his red t-shirt, dropping it in the laundry basket. Everyone who was in the bunkhouse stopped what they were doing and looked up in shock. Brookes, seated at the table playing cards with a couple of the boys, was the first to react.
"Michael, t-shirt," he commanded. Michael was by the beds and he grabbed a blue t-shirt from Sean's cabinet, tossing it to him. Sean pulled it on and slid into a chair at the table. Lab quickly dealt him a hand of cards and he picked them up, breathing deeply to slow the panic. Everyone turned back to what they had been doing, just as O'Rourke burst through the door, slamming it hard against the wall.
