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T he start of the session break did not involve riding Ben's big dick. In fact, Ben had vanished from the cabin, and after a few hours, I was starting to wonder if Ben was fucking with my head as some sort of twisted plot.
But the kiss, though…
Feeling restless, I pulled out my phone, ignored a string of text messages from my parents, and started searching for gay bars in Seattle again, my stomach churning as I imagined Ben returning to find me gone. Would he be sad? Angry?
Fuck, I shouldn't be acting like a love-struck teenager. Daydreaming about cute boys kissing me was definitely not my thing. Getting fucked raw and hard in a bathroom stall of a gay bar was my thing.
So why had I been thrilled when Ben told me we'd spend the weekend together? I stood and examined his bunk, trying to figure out if his things were missing. There were a lot of books and drawing supplies, so it was tough to tell if the one he was currently reading was there. I flipped open one of his sketchbooks, wondering what he was always drawing, and slammed it back closed. Then I immediately opened it again.
He was crazy talented, though I hoped he hadn't been working on this particular picture in front of campers. In it, a handsome man who maybe looked a tiny bit like me was bent over a stone wall, whimpering as an ogre's huge cock split his hole open. A noise outside made me quickly close the sketchbook and stash it, afraid I'd been caught.
But when no one came in after a minute, I went back to snooping. I found a book in the series he'd been reading aloud to me, the Mages of Aleron, and frowned down at it, flipping open the first page. This one had different main characters, but it was still two guys. Well, it wouldn't hurt to read a few pages.
I sat on the edge of my bed and opened it, flipping it to the first chapter, quickly becoming engrossed in the story.
"Why aren't you packed?" Ben's sharp voice startled me badly enough that I panicked and leaped up, hitting my head on the top bunk.
He bent over and took the book from where I’d tossed it on my pillow and turning it over in his hands. "Jumpy much?"
I coughed. "I wasn't reading the book, just checking to see if it was the same one you were reading me." Why the fuck was I lying?
"Uh-huh." A smile played around his lips as he looked down at the page the book was still open to. "So you couldn't tell that by Chapter 4?"
How was I already on Chapter 4? I looked up at him, trying to come up with an excuse, but he bit his bottom lip, and I forgot how to make words. His lips were the perfect marriage of soft and firm, controlling and playful. Please kiss me again.
"I don't care if you want to read it. But why didn't you pack your things for the weekend?"
"I thought you ditched me."
He shook his head, standing on his tiptoes to pull a few books off the shelf above his bed and place them in a backpack. "Why would I ditch you?"
"I don't know," I whispered. "Like, you got a better offer?"
"A better offer than training a cute brat to beg for my cock? Seems unlikely." Right, so I was rock hard now. “Matt and my stepdad invited me to dinner with them. I should have told you." He studied me for a moment. "You could have come, I suppose. I didn't know you'd worry."
"What? I wasn't worried." My voice got all squeaky and weird when I said that, and Ben turned to me, cupping my chin in his palm, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"Stop lying, ."
"I just…" I ducked my chin and swallowed. "I thought maybe you realized you want a guy who would make a good boyfriend."
Ben chuckled, letting go of my chin and stepping back. "I wouldn't do that without telling you. Besides, who else would I hang with? Ravi and Parker are off meeting Ravi's family."
"They're already out as a couple to Ravi's family?" I frowned, trying to calculate how long they'd been dating. Maybe five or six weeks, but I supposed, at camp, you spent every waking moment with a guy. I wanted for the usual twinge of jealousy I felt at the thought of Parker moving on, but there was nothing.
"Yeah. By the way, you can't mention their relationship to my brother. They're not out at work."
I frowned. "Why would I be talking to your brother?"
Ben's eyebrows shot up. "You asked for a meeting with him, remember? About trans kids and camp? I set it up. He is excited to hear your thoughts."
"My… thoughts?" The only thoughts I had on trans kids in camp were… that there should be space for trans kids at camp.
He tapped my temple. "Thoughts. Those are the words that swirl around in here. Come up with some ideas. I know you have them."
"Such confidence," I muttered.
He grinned. "Come on, let's get going."
"What if I don't want to spend the weekend with you?" I did, I so did. "I'm still intending to hit up a gay bar any minute now." That probably didn't sound at all true, especially as I started to gather a few things into a backpack. I paused at my underwear drawer, glancing over to find him watching, and pulled out a few sexy jockstraps. Hadn't had a chance to wear those at camp, but I'd brought them for these breaks, and imagining being on display for Ben made me half-hard.
"Sure you are," Ben replied, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Finish packing and let's get going."
I grabbed the condoms, lube, and anal toys I had stashed in one of my drawers, watching his eyes widen. As I zipped up my bag, I imagined what Ben would be like in bed. Probably not very good—he was a virgin, after all. He had a very intriguing level of attention to detail, though.
"Alright, I'm ready," I announced, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Lead the way to your bed. Or your shower. I might like to douche."
Ben chuckled, shaking his head as he gestured for me to follow him. "Subtle."
"Why bother with subtlety? I've seen the size of your dick print, and I want a ride," I retorted, trying to maintain my bravado. But inside, I was a mess of nerves and anticipation, wondering what he wanted. Nothing had happened since the kiss. Most guys would have at least used my mouth by now. Most guys would have used my mouth right there on that dock.
He led me outside, walking close enough that our shoulders bumped, but not saying much. The scent of pine and damp earth soothed my nerves as we walked about a quarter mile around the lake, then up a gently sloping hill.
As we crested the hill, the trees opened up to reveal a clearing with a one-story cabin. A shiny new gray Toyota 4Runner with orange pinstripes sat in the driveway in front of the garage. I knew for a fact that the off-road kit on that SUV was very expensive. The camp must be more profitable than it looked. Ben's family had money.
The cabin itself was simple but beautiful, and big for someone of Ben's age. For some reason, I had expected a shack.
"Wow," I breathed, taking in the scene before me. "I thought the cabin would be… you know, rustic and worn, like the rest of Camp Eagle Ridge."
Ben laughed, glancing towards me. "Yeah, no. My family lived in this cabin for a lot of my childhood. When my mom and stepdad finally built their dream home, they gave this to me."
"Does Matt live here, too?"
"He lives on the property. But Matt has different ideas about what makes a comfortable home, and he built something that suited him. I love this place. It's private enough, but close to town and my school, and I have plenty of space, including a guest room and an art studio." Ben pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, gesturing for me to enter. I hesitated for a moment, then stepped into a cozy living room that looked like something out of a home magazine, not a place for a college student. A huge plush leather sectional dominated the space, with a velvety blanket and soft throw pillows thrown artfully around. After over a month on my camp bunk bed, I wanted to sink in and never leave.
"Why the fuck do you sleep in a bunk bed when this is just up the path?"
He laughed. "I'm sure when you meet my stepfather, he'd be happy to give you his lecture on how important it is for counselors to live at camp. This year, he even hired a contractor to redo my roof to make sure I wouldn't want to be home."
I looked up at the ceiling, frowning.
"Not to worry, the roof is all done now," Ben said.
"Do you pay rent?"
"No, my parents saw to it that I own the house outright. I just pay for my utilities and property tax, that sort of thing."
"You're way too young to know about property tax," I muttered, following him in.
He guided me to a generously sized modern kitchen, complete with stainless steel appliances and gleaming countertops. Everything was a little dated, as if maybe it had been fixed up when Ben was younger, before his parents built their dream home, but it was beautiful all the same, and I had a sudden vision of us cooking together in this gorgeous space, laughing and stealing kisses between stirs of sauce.
Nope, that was way too much of a boyfriend-like thought. I changed gears and pictured myself in just a skimpy jockstrap, my cock hard as he bent me over the breakfast island and used my hole for his pleasure. My cock twitched to life, and I eyed him, waiting for him to initiate something.
Instead, he led me through the hallway to a simply decorated room with a queen-sized bed in it. "Here's the guest bedroom."
"Guest bedroom?" I frowned, trying to hide my disappointment. "You want me to stay in your guest bedroom?"
Ben raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Did you want to go back to our cabin at camp?"
I could feel my face heating, my mind suddenly filled with images of Ben's muscular arms wrapped around me as we shared a bed. "Well, um… I mean, I just thought—" I trailed off, waiting for him to take the hint.
"You thought…"
"I was picturing myself in your bed, preferably naked," I mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed as I tossed my bag on the guest bed. "Why? What did you have planned?"
Ben smirked. "I won't give you what you want right away."
"Why the fuck not?" I whined. "We'd both have fun, I swear. Once your dick is in me, you'll understand."
"I have a feeling that when I give you what you want, you'll be done with me. And I'm not ready to be done with you yet."
I blinked, not sure if I could argue with him. "Oh."
"So I'm going to woo you instead. Get you nice and hooked so that one hot fuck isn't enough."
"Woo me? Sounds more like edging."
He stepped in close, so close that he was almost kissing me, and I leaned in, ready for it, but instead, he tilted his head and whispered in my ear. "Call it what you like, but you're already begging for it, brat. Imagine what you'll be like on Sunday."
Normally, I would have had a snarky remark for him, but all I could come up with was a whine. "Sunday?"
Ben smiled, stepping back. "I'll call for a pizza. Shower and get cleaned up. Wear something cute for me."
"Something cute?" I squeaked as he turned and left the room. What did that mean? Did he want me in a nice outfit or what? Was this a date? Fuck, I was behaving like a lovesick teenager again. "You want to edge me, I'm gonna make it difficult," I called after him before grabbing my toiletries bag and wandering into the guest bathroom, which was nice enough, but small.
I didn't want to wait until Sunday for sex. And if I drove to Seattle, I'd have a nice dick buried inside me by bedtime. So why wasn't I tempted to leave?
I turned on the shower and sighed as steamy water came out of the big showerhead. At least the luxury of a deliciously warm shower would be worth all of this. The showers at camp were the worst thing about the job. I took my time cleaning and prepping just in case, thinking about what it would be like if Ben would stop teasing me and get on with the fucking.
Then I stroked my cock as I thought about what it would be like if he teased me all fucking weekend.
I stopped myself before my orgasm, because somehow, it didn't feel right to come without his permission.