Cam’s Perspective
‘At least this guy is cute as hell, because he can’t sing for shit’ I thought to myself as I drove the Fiat across the Illinois Border at about 6AM with Elliot singing Highway to Hell by AC/DC at the top of his lungs. “God, you’ve got the worst taste in music” I said turning the radio down.
Elliot just giggled and said, “I didn’t pick it, it was on the radio. I just sang it.”
“So. That’s your version of singing?” I asked with a sarcastic tone and mocking smile. Elliot punched me in the arm playfully and shot me a fake scowl.
My phone was hooked up to the Bluetooth, I handed it to him and told him to find something better. As he scrolled through my playlists he said, “you’re into the same stuff Seth is. It’s all 80’s and 90’s.”
“Yup, that’s all his brothers listened to back home and I love it.” I said. My last couple of years in high school I was always over at Seth’s hanging by the pool. Scotty and Brad used to blast this stuff 24/7, Scotty called it comfort food music and I agree. No matter how shitty I was feeling, Depeche’ mode, The B 52’s, the Violent Femme’s, Squeeze, The Cure, Tears For Fears… Any of them and a bunch more could get me through it. Elliot picked one of my play lists and The B 52’s broke into ‘Help! The Devil’s In My Car’ and I cranked it up to the max and sang right along with them as Elliot looked on and laughed, trying to pick up the words to the unfamiliar song. It didn’t take long before he was singing off-key along with me. Elliot was a lot of fun and this road-trip to Myrtle Beach was going to be great. I liked him a lot, but he was so innocent, and frankly he deserved better than me. I had some baggage and making a move on him felt like I was corrupting him, but he was a good friend. Eric was going to join us but backed out at last minute when he bombed his Stats midterm and decided he needed to stay home and study. Plus, he had a chance to pick up extra shifts at work so he did the responsible thing. I was kind of glad… I loved Eric, but he was going through a rough time lately and frankly was one of the things I needed a break from. living with your ex boyfriend(s) is not always easy.
Our plan was to drive straight through to Brody’s place (it was about an 18 hour trip, and that didn’t include gas, bathroom, or food stops), stay for a couple of days to help him and Max work on his house then we were off to Myrtle Beach. We booked a nice hotel on the beach, it claimed to be gay friendly but Brody told me not to expect much of a gay atmosphere, if there were other Spring Breakers, they’d be mostly straight. I didn’t care, I just wanted to lay out in the sun, relax, and check out guys… even if they were all straight.
I drove for the first 8 hours and we still had over 10 hours to go. We stopped for gas and food, then Elliot took the wheel. I fell asleep right after we got back on the freeway. Sleeping in that tiny car wasn’t exactly comfortable, but I was wiped out and slept for over an hour (according to Elliot). When I woke up, we talked… I mean we talked for like 6 hours and really got to know each other. I knew Elliot still lived at home and just recently came out, but I didn’t know he was a virgin… I mean never did ANYTHING with a boy or a girl. He knew I had recently broken up with Eric, but had no idea about my throuple relationship with Eric and Max, so I told him. He got kind of quiet after that, I think it totally caught him off guard, then I told him the Seth was my first boyfriend. The more I told him the quieter her got which was no real surprise. My history with men was a lot for someone so innocent to understand. After we got all my sexual baggage out of the way he asked me about what happened in Chicago. I gave him all the details, I even admitted that I had considered suicide at one point. He let loose about how lonely he had been and admitted that he had contemplated it at one point too. I looked at him and thought to myself ‘what a waste that would have been. Such a wonderful guy gone just because no one understood him.” He gave me an empathetic smile that told me he was thinking the same thing about me. I’m not that religious, but I said a little thank you in my head to god that we were both still here. Even though I was more experienced sexually; we were a lot alike. We pulled off the freeway to get gas, the last hour of conversation was deep and draining, and we connected on a whole new level. We got out of the car and I was pumping gas when Elliot came up to me and asked, “hey, can I just hug you?” Then he whispered in my ear “I am so sorry you went through all that crap in Chicago, and I am so happy you’re still here.”
Tears formed in my eyes as I squeezed him tight “I’m sorry you were lonely and am happy you got help and are here too” then we just held each other as the gas pumped into the tank. I guess two guys hugging like that at a gas station in the middle of southern nowhere may not have been our smartest move. A guy in an old pick-up yelled “fags” out his window as he squealed out of the gas station spitting up gravel as he hit the road. He was all talk and I assumed a coward, but it was scary. Mostly because we were alone in a strange place and didn’t know if anyone would come to our rescue if something did go down. Luckily, he just took off. We broke our embrace, finished pumping our gas and got back on the road, our hearts beating a little faster. We only drove until the next exit and then pulled off to get some food. We ate in the car, then put our seats all the way back to take a quick nap before we hit the road again. Elliot was in the passenger seat and we both had our heads turned facing each other.
“That was a little scary” he said, and I agreed. The he smiled, made sure the doors were locked, and put his hand on my thigh. I did the same to him and we fell asleep and took a twenty minute nap before hitting the road. There was definitely a connection between us. I had set the alarm on my phone and when it woke me up, I was face to face with Elliot who already had his eyes open. He smiled then moved in and kissed me. It was a tender kiss from the softest lips I had ever felt, his tongue found its way into my mouth, and I started to kiss him back. We didn’t kiss hard, or for very long.
“What was that for?” I asked him with a smile.
“Just because” is all he said as we both put our seats upright. I took a sip of my watery Coke and started the car. Soon we were back on the road towards Brody’s. The music was quiet in the background and the two of us were silent. I wasn’t sure what just happened or how to react to it. “Are you mad that I kissed you?” Elliot asked.
“Not mad, just… I don’t know, surprised, I guess.” I responded. Shocked was more like it. I did NOT expect that.
“You know” Elliot said very shyly as he looked at me from the passenger seat. “Um… that was my very first kiss.”
I didn’t say anything, although inside I was screaming ‘WHAT THE HELL??!! YOUR FIRST KISS??!! YOU’RE FREAKING 20 YEARS OLD!’ I thought for a bit more than said “first ever?” he nodded and I asked with a smirk “and how was it?”
“Meh” he said then laughed and quickly redeemed himself with “it was everything I thought it would be because it was you.” That scared me. Shit, he was a smitten virgin. That’s a lot of responsibility. I was enjoying the single life at the moment, I didn’t really want a boyfriend, and I assumed that he was looking for more than just a kiss. Then he surprised me again. “I just wanted to try it with someone I trusted. There’s other stuff I want to try with someone I trust too… and Cam, don’t freak out on me. I don’t expect you to be my boyfriend or anything. I’m a twenty-freaking-year -old-virgin and just want to try stuff. I feel safe with you.”
Wow! That was a fucking bomb! I didn’t see it coming. I was a sexual being and Elliot was cute as fuck. A cute as fuck VIRGIN. And I thought… no I knew, he wanted me to take his virginity. Hell, he just told me as much. “Elliot, being your first is a big deal… um, what about afterwards? I mean I assume you masturbate… right?” He nodded and blushed. “You know how sometimes after you cum your horniness turns into guilt or something else and you feel bad?” He nodded again. “Well after sex, your feelings for me might change, and what if it fucks up our friendship? I don’t want that.”
“Well, I don’t want that either, it won’t happen” the cute little virgin replied.
“You don’t know that. Elliot, I’m not sure this is a great idea… I like being single at the moment.” I said wanting him badly, but afraid of losing him.
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. It’s just sex. Will you at least keep an open mind about and let it happen if it does?” he asked with those adorable puppy dog eyes and I reluctantly agreed. This could end badly if he developed feelings for me and I didn’t return his love. Elliot looked at the GPS, “Our exit is in three miles?”
I looked around; we were in the middle of nowhere! I took the exit and drove another five miles into the middle of nowhere and took several turns onto country roads in the middle of nowhere, all to come upon a mailbox in the middle of nowhere that said “James” on it (Brody’s last name). I drove up the driveway to see a truck and a dumpster in front of a weather beaten old house in the middle of nowhere. I wasn’t sure we were in the right place until I saw Brody’s ballcap hanging from the rearview mirror of the truck, just like it in his Jeep back in Milwaukee. This was the place. We knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I texted them both, still no answer. He told me he’d leave it unlocked for us so I turned the knob and went in. As soon as we stepped in, I saw Brody sleeping on the couch with Max’s head in his lap. “Wake up sleepy heads! You got any booze around here?” I said waking them both up. Brody opened his eyes and asked me where Elliot was, and Max jumped off the couch and gave me a hug. Elliot walked in with our bags, then Brody got us some beers and they gave us the tour. The place was ripped up, but it was obvious Brody had done a lot to the place. At least the upstairs was livable. They gave us the option of sharing a bed or one of us taking the couch. I answered for us saying we’d share a bed, knowing that Elliot wanted something to happen but was way too shy to make a move like that in front of them.
That night in bed we talked some more and slept together… literally just slept. We fell asleep with me spooning him. Everyone always took care of me, Max, Eric, Seth… now it was my turn to take care of Elliot and I liked it.
The next day we worked our asses off helping installing cabinets and painting. Brody’s family all pitched in; they were a freaking trip. I had met his brother Dylan before, he seemed to be running the show. He led us all in the renovation, assigned us jobs, showed us what to do, and had us working together. We got a lot done. At the end of our first day, he built a huge bonfire and we all sat around it and relaxed. They were a lot of fun.
That night I slept with Elliot again and we kissed a little more. Elliot initiated it. I wanted him so bad, but he was a freaking virgin, damn that’s a lot of responsibility. I doubted that he could separate sex from love and I was afraid that after we did it, he would have an attachment to me that I wasn’t ready to return. Honestly, my confidence had piqued lately and I was single; that was an incredible combination. Maybe I would end up with Elliot, or maybe it would just be a fun fuck between friends. I wasn’t sure yet. Was fucking him worth losing his friendship? I tried to explain that to him but he kept telling me it didn’t matter. He was ready to lose his virginity and he wanted to do it with someone he trusted… he trusted me. I took that seriously.
It was fun spending a couple of days with Brody and Max but we were happy to get to Myrtle Beach to start our real Spring Break. The hotel was nice, right on the water, and touted itself as ‘gay friendly.’ Our room had two queen beds and had a great view of the beach. As soon as we dropped our bags, we dropped our pants and put on our swimsuits. I was wearing board shorts and was a little shy about showing off my beefy body. Elliot on the other hand was sporting a tiny blue Speedo. My shy little friend wasn’t shy when it came to his body; he had no reason to be. As he changed, I caught a glimpse of him. His dick was long and thin, his ass was tiny, round, and perfect, and his body didn’t have an ounce of fat. He was lean but toned, his body was kind of boyish but beautiful. “Wow. You have an amazing body” he said to me. HE said to ME? My body? Amazing? I had always had body image issues. I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t thin, or muscular, or lean, or athletic, I always had a little girth to me. Eric, Max, Seth, and other guys I dated always made me feel hot, but I couldn’t see it.
“Me? Look at you” I said a little jealous of his perfect little body. He walked over to me and pulled me into an embrace. His bare chest was against mine as we kissed again. Then I pulled back “Elliot… c’mon.”
“You promised to keep an open mind” he said. He was determined to lose his virginity and he had his mind set on losing it to me. I was flattered, but was I deserving?
“Let’s hit the beach first and then see what happens” I said trying to call him off, I was uneasy about this. I loved Elliot as a friend and didn’t want to lead him on. I kept telling myself to keep being honest with him and try to wrangle his expectations. Let’s face it, I wanted this too… but losing a friend was too high of a price. I was going to be the responsible one this time. We grabbed our towels and headed through the lobby, out past the pool, and down to the beach. There were a lot of hot guys on the beach, but we quickly learned that ‘gay friendly ‘didn’t mean gay. It seemed like everyone there was straight… well everyone but us. My eyes lingered too long on one hot daddy and I got a nasty glare in return. We spent a couple of hours lying on the sand, occasionally going into the water to cool off. It was still a little chilly out, but at least we caught some rays.
After the beach we went up to our room to change, then walked around until we found a good place for dinner. We talked some more; I was really getting to know Elliot, and the more I learned the more I realized how much alike we really were. Shy, bullied, seemingly weak but strong-willed and determined inside. Elliot was perfect boyfriend material, being with him reminded me of when Seth and I first came out and were dating, everything was innocent but there was that undertone and anticipation of something more. Our dinner together was perfect. We walked back to our hotel by way of the beach, carrying our flipflops with cold sand squishing between our toes as the spring wind blew through our hair. There was a moment when Elliot looked at me, our eyes locked onto each other and he shot me a shy smile as he blushed. Oh. My. God. That image will never leave my mind, the moonlight, was hitting him just perfect and he looked angelic. Suddenly, I saw him in a completely different light. My heart skipped a beat. WTF was happening?
We were just a few hotels away from ours when we ran into a bunch of guys having a party on the beach. They invited us to hang with them and handed us each a beer from one of their coolers. After hanging for a few minutes, I noticed that there were no women, then I saw a couple of them making out a little bit away from the rest of the crowd. They were obviously all gay. A couple of them were talking to us and I was only half paying attention to them while I was scanning the crowd and checking the guys out. I looked back at the group just as one of the guys who was talking to us leaned in and tried to kiss Elliot. Elliot turned his head to avoid it and the guy ended up kissing his cheek. Elliot was looking straight at me and our eyes connected. He had a look on face that I can’t quite describe, a little bit of shyness, some embarrassment, some guilt, and maybe an apologetic smile. Like he was saying ‘I’m sorry, this wasn’t my idea’ or something like that. Then he stepped back from the other guy (who was extremely hot by the way) and moved a few steps closer to me. We hung out for maybe forty five minutes or so, then said thanks and goodbye, and continued our trek to the hotel.
As we walked along the beach Elliot said, “hey, I didn’t want to kiss that guy, he just leaned in and tried to….” I cut him off.
“It’s okay, you don’t owe me an explanation, we’re just friends.” I said.
“But I want to give you an explanation, Cam” Elliot replied. “What I told you before, in the car about wanting to… you know, do other stuff with you. I meant that. I want it to be with you. Not some random guy.”
“I know, I know” I said, “because you feel safe with me.”
“And because you’re hot as fuck” Elliot said with a smirk as he reached for my hand. I didn’t resist. We continued walking down the beach holding hands until we came to our hotel. We let go of each other’s hands as we walked up the steps, past the pool, through the lobby and boarded the elevator. Once we got into the elevator, the shy little virgin pushed me up against the wall And shoved his tongue down my throat. Oh. My. God. I did NOT see that coming. My instinctual response was to push him off.
“Elliot. What the hell are you doing?!” I asked in shock.
“Hopefully you” he uncharacteristically responded with a bit of a lusty growl in his voice as he leaned in again for a second attempt. This time I didn’t resist. In fact, I kissed him back and shoved my tongue down his throat as I used my bigger body to push him back, he landed with his back against the elevator doors. We made out with a lust filled passion, so engrossed in each other that we were completely oblivious to the ding of the elevator when we got to our floor. The elevator door slid open and Elliot fell onto the ground with me on top of him. He was on his back and luckily, I caught myself with my arms, I would’ve knocked the wind out of the little fella’ if I landed on him with all my weight. We both started laughing and couldn’t stop, we put our hands over each other’s mouths each trying to shut the other one up. Epic fail: we were just making ourselves laugh harder. I rolled off Elliot and we both stumbled to our feet and ran to our room, I put the keycard in the slot and we pushed our way in, both of us doubling over with laughter as the door slammed shut behind us. It was the kind of laugh attack that happens when you’re a kid in church and giggle, then can’t stop. We let the laughter flow through us until we were both just beet red piles of heaving flesh lying on the floor face to face trying not to laugh. Our smiling eyes met, god he was so cute and so much fun. We wiggled our way towards each other and started to kiss again.
Before I lost total control, I stopped and looked Elliot in the eye and asked “Are you absolutely sure you want this to happen? Because if we keep going, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to stop myself.”
Elliot responded with the most incredible smile “Cam, I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to do this with more.”
“But I don’t want things to change. I love you as a friend” I said desperately wanting to move forward, but scared shitless that it would fuck up our friendship.
“I promise I won’t get feelings, you made it clear that you like being single. It’s just sex and I want my first time to be with you.” He said as if he had rehearsed it several times.
I gave in and we kissed on the floor a little longer then pulled ourselves up, as soon as we were on our feet we moved over to the bed and I pushed him onto his back on one of the big beds. I pinned his shoulders to the mattress while his feet were still planted on the floor. He pulled his shirt off then fumbled with mine. As soon as it was gone, he pulled the drawstring on my shorts and pulled them down over my hips, then wriggled his way out of his own. We were bare-chested, in our underwear, with him under me and our shorts around our ankles. I stood and we both finished stripping while Elliot moved his underwear clad body onto the bed. He was lying there just looking at me and waiting for me to take him. He looked beautiful! His curly brown locks glistening in the dim lighting, his brown puppy dog eyes looking up at me expectantly. I laid down on my side next to him and started to run my hand up and down his perfect little lean body, caressing him and taking in each inch of him as we looked into each other’s eyes. I grabbed his hand putting it on my chest and he started to explore me as well. After a few minutes I moved in and gave him a series of small kisses, starting with his lips, then his neck, then his chest, then his cute little abs, and tugged on the waistband of his briefs. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me as he lifted his hips. This was it; THIS WAS FIUCKING IT! His gorgeous nine inch cock sprung forward. It was long, skinny, hard as fuck and inches from my lips. I took in his scent, then licked the head of his manhood with my eyes still locked to his. He smiled and exhaled with a moan. We had officially begun to cross the lines of friendship.
I moved my tongue down his shaft taking in the soft hardness of his member as I slicked it up with my saliva. After a few minutes, I put my mouth over the head and slowly took him in inch by inch. His long cock felt amazing as it went down my throat. I moved up and down using just my mouth at first, then adding my hand for extra stimulation. After a few minutes Elliot was pushing down on my head, bucking his hips, and moaning in pleasure as he thanked me and begged me for more. “Oh my god, Cam” he gasped “Keep going. Oh, my god, it feels so fucking amazing. Thank you, thank you, oh my god.” He had stopped looking at me and his head was thrashing side to side. I cupped his balls with my free hand and could feel them tightening. I stopped and pulled my mouth off him. “Why did you stop?” He asked in desperation.
I moved up the bed so that we were side by side again and asked, “What do you want to try?”
“That. more of fucking that” he said about the blow job I’d just given him. I just laughed and asked what else. He said he wanted to try blowing me, and maybe topping. He wasn’t sure about ass eating or bottoming yet, “I think I need to work my way up to that.” With that he moved down my body just like I had done to him and pulled at my waistband. I lifted my hips and wriggled out of them. He pulled them off my feet and threw them on the floor and I was naked in front of him and hard as a rock. He looked at my short, fat cock and said “Oh my god, Cam. It’s perfect” Then he looked up at me and licked it as a small snicker escaped his lips “holy shit, I just licked a cock!” His eyes were bright and his face smiling as he opened his mouth wide and went back for more. He took my entire six, fat inches into his mouth and nestled his nose in my pubic bush. He gagged a little around its girth but kept going like the trooper his was. He bobbed up and down on me while his eyes gushed tears, this was his first time but there was no way in hell I would’ve known that if he didn’t tell me. He was working me like a pro. I had to stop him before I came.
We laid side by side again and he asked, “Can I… you know… um… do you now?” goddammit he was so cute and innocent. I nodded, then jumped up to get the small bottle of lube out of my backpack.
When I laid back down, we locked eyes and I told him “I don’t have any condoms, but I’m on PrEP. Do you know about PrEP?”
He smiled “I may be inexperienced, but I’m not dumb. I saw my doctor a while ago and have been on PrEP for a year.” Then he got down to business. “Can I do it with you on your back so that I can look into your eyes and watch your face?” I nodded and he got on his knees between my legs. He put a little of the cold lube on my hole, then pushed a finger in. “oh my god it’s so hot in there” he said in lustful disbelief. I squeezed my hole around his finger to give him a preview of what was to come. His eyes popped open wide “holy shit, Cam! It’s so tight, I can barely move my finger, how the hell am I gonna fit in there?”
I smirked at his naiveté’ and calmly said “it’ll fit, trust me.”
“I do trust you” he said with sincerity in his eyes. He lubed himself up and put his cockhead up against my hot, tight hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded and he let out a heavy sigh as he pushed himself in. His cockhead popped past my ring and he let out a gasp, then stopped. “I… I’m in” he said with a mix of disbelief and pride in his voice.
“Fuck that feels good, El. Push further” I said as I pushed out to open for his invading manhood. He was long and slender, like Eric. A little longer and maybe a tiny bit thicker. It felt good. No… it felt fucking great. He pushed steadily forward and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I exhaled with a little whimper. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Keep pushing.” He pushed until his soft pubes were tickling my ass crack, then stopped.
“Are you okay?” he asked with concern.
“I’m fucking great. You feel so good inside me” I said as I gripped his cock with my manhood and made him moan. ‘Pull out slowly, then push back in… keep doing that.” He did as I instructed. In and out, slowly at first, then harder and faster. “yes, YES!” I screamed involuntarily. This sweet little virgin was giving me an incredible fuck. “Harder. Faster. You got this, baby!” The word ‘baby’ just slipped out and made him smile as sweat started to form on his forehead.
“Cam, I gotta shoot.” He said with a panicked look on his face. ‘Where should… what should I…” He wasn’t sure what to do.
“Keep pumping and cum inside me. Breed me!” I said as I secured my hands on his tiny little ass and guided him in and out.
“Fuck, yes. FUCK YES!” He was almost screaming. Then he shoved forward in a final, climactic thrust, filling my insides with his virgin seed before his little body collapsed on my solid frame. He was still heaving when he kissed me hard and said in the most enthusiastic voice ever “thank you. THANK YOU for being my first, Cam. That was so… oh shit I have no words.” He stopped talking and nestled his face into the nape of my neck, his semi-hard cock still in me. He whispered in my ear. “We have three more nights, and I want to try everything with you.”
“Everything?” I asked with an evil grin.
“Bring it on!” He said before rolling off me and heading to the shower. I watched that perfect little ass as it moved away. I got up and moved into the shower behind him and we cleaned up together.
After we were clean and dry, we got into the other bed together. He turned his back to me and pushed up against me and I spooned him. “Any regrets?” I asked.
“Not a single one. It was amazing. YOU were amazing! I want to do so much more.”
“We have three more nights” I said as I held him and felt more content and satisfied than I had in a long time. ‘Shit’ I thought to myself. ‘Somebody was catching feelings.’
… And I didn’t mean Elliot.
To be continued…
