2015 Top Ten Gay Romance

Hat Trick Overtime: Summer Camp by Jeff Adams-4

I spent a couple hours with Dylan after dinner. Most of the campers headed off to swim in the lake. Alex kept watch on our guys while I spent the time with Dylan working on his passing, with a little bit of shooting on the side. He was improving daily. His mood seemed better, too. If he was still suffering from self-doubt, he was hiding it very well.

We were just a day away from the mid-session playoff round and Alex and I agreed that Dylan had a good shot at being called out as the most improved passer in the evaluations we were handing out after the first round. We also believed our team was strong enough to be in the championship game. There was going to be a lot of hockey tomorrow, especially for the teams that did well. It was single elimination, so everyone had to play their best at all times. A team could play three games tomorrow if they went from the first round into the finals. It was also possible to play only once, and no team wanted to be one of the two that would suffer that fate.

“It’s better, right?” I asked, wanting to see what Dylan’s response would be.

We were walking back to our cabin from the rink. We were both sweating. It’d gotten warmer during the past couple days and it was more difficult to leave practices without being covered in sweat. Even if you were dry as you were leaving the rink, you’d end up sweaty within a few seconds. The consolation was that as soon as the sun started going down, a great breeze came up, making for good sleeping weather.

“I think so, yeah. I think I put more pucks on your tape, or at least near your tape, than I did anywhere else.”

“I agree. And you’re putting more power in them, which is good since slow pucks are much more likely to drift off course. And, if you noticed, not all my passes went exactly where they should’ve either. And you did the right thing when that happened, you compensated. That’s part of the game, too.”

“Thanks for the help,” he said. “You and Alex have taught me a lot.”

“The great thing about a camp like this is that it allows you to focus. You could never spend this kind of time practicing during the school year. Since my senior year of high school my team spends an entire month before school starts practicing, and it’s been that way in college, too. It’s been a big help to my game, and frankly I think it’s fun.”

He stopped walking and looked at me like I was crazy. “You think practice is fun?”

“Absolutely,” I said, with what I suspected was a goofy grin. “Any time on the ice is a good time. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do after next season ends and I don’t have regular practice anymore.”

“Is Alex the same way?” He started walking again. Ahead, Alex and our cabin mates were coming back from the lake and going into the house. All of them were dripping wet and seemed to have had a great time.

“He likes it, but I don’t think he does quite as much as I do. I’ve been into practice for as long as I can remember.” I thought for a moment as we walked, and I stopped us before we went up the steps. “Do you enjoy playing?”

“Oh, yeah.” His face lit up. “Actually playing, I love it. But practice is usually boring. Thank God it isn’t here. It’s fun here because there’s so many different things going on.”

I nodded and would have to think about this some more. If I could figure out some tips to help practices always be fun, it might keep him from getting down on himself.

“Okay, I need to go setup for Alex’s surprise,” I said, now talking at a whisper so my voice wouldn’t carry into the cabin. “You know what you need to do?”

“Yup. All set. I give you fifteen minutes and then tell him to go out to the boathouse.”

“Perfect. I’ll let Leo know I’m headed out so he’ll wander over and be with you guys while we’re out.”

“It’s cool what you’re doing,” Dylan said. “I’d never think to do something like this for my girlfriend.”

“Well, he’s usually the one who springs the surprises,” I said. “Being out here, he’ll never expect anything besides the card I gave him this morning. I’m off, I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

Dylan nodded, and gave a salute, as if he were on a military mission.

I walked quickly to get out of sight of the cabin. I stopped at cabin three to let Leo know I was out. I’d gotten permission from our supervisor to do a small candlelight picnic in the boathouse. Leo and Kieran had agreed to help out. Our awesome camp cook, Nancy, offered to give me some fruit, whipped cream, and a couple cupcakes, that I custom frosted, off the dessert table for the event.

I swung by the kitchen to pick up the goods. Nancy had put everything into a basket, including a candle for the cupcake and a bottle of sparkling apple cider, which made her even more awesome. Leo’d already snuck over to the boathouse and dropped off all the candles and a happy birthday banner that I’d hidden in my luggage.

The boathouse, as expected this late in the day, was deserted. I liked it here. If this was a pure vacation, we’d spend a lot of time here. It had a very rustic feel, with the old boards that made up the walls. A small pier ran out into the lake, just enough for a smaller boat or jet ski. It would also be perfect for sunning. For the purposes of camp though, this place was mostly used for off ice plyometric training.

I arranged a couple of plyo boxes for us to sit on and then spread out the fruit and whipped cream on another. Next up I opened the cider and poured some into the plastic glasses I found in the basket. I then tacked the banner across the front door so it’d be the first thing Alex saw as he approached. Lastly, I queued up some guitar jazz on my phone, which our friends Mimi and Hillary had gotten us hooked on.

I was lighting candles when I suddenly heard footsteps on the planks leading to the boathouse. When I looked up, Alex was standing in the doorway.

“Oh, wow,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “I figured something was up when Dylan suddenly told me to come down here, but I didn’t expect candlelight and treats out here in the middle of nowhere.”

He was gorgeous standing there. His hair was still damp. He wore a tight t-shirt, which showed off his pecs perfectly. I’d really come to appreciate his longer hair. Sadly, he already said it would be gone as soon as we got home because it wasn’t working for him.

“I had to do something. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up trying to pull off a surprise.” I walked over, wrapped my arms around him and gave him a deep kiss. “Happy birthday,” I said when we finally came up for air. “I hope twenty-two is an amazing year for you, just like it has been for me.”

“It’s certainly off to a good start,” he said, giving me a light kiss before taking my hand in his and walking us inside. “Let’s see what you’ve got here.”

“So,” I said, “we’ve got a stunning view of the sunset over the lake, which is a great way to start off any evening picnic. There’s a selection of berries and whip cream along with some sparkling cider to wash them down. And, for the finale,” I let go of his hand and quickly went over to the basket to light the cupcake candle, “special cupcakes, frosted by me.” I handed over the one covered in red frosting, shimmering a bit under the flame.

“Amazing,” he said, looking between me and the cupcake. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again as he blew out the candle. “I have no doubt that wish will come true.” He leaned in and kissed me over the cupcake. “Where should we start?”

“It’s up to you, birthday boy.”

I sat down and patted the box next to me for him to sit.

I swirled one of the strawberries in the whip cream and held it out for him. His tongue darted over the berry, licking up some of the cream before wrapping his lips around the berry and my fingers. His tongue wrestled the fruit out of my grip before he let my fingers go with a pop as they passed his lips.

“Tasty. Though I can think of much more interesting things to be licking whip cream off of.” He flashed his sexiest of smiles at me.

“So can I,” I said, adjusting my shorts since he’d given me an instant erection. “I think the first day we’re back home we’ll be naked making up for the s*x we’re not having now.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, picking up a berry and feeding it to me. “It’s beautiful out here. A great way to spend my birthday night. How long do we have?”

“We’ve got to be back for lights out so that Leo can get back to his cabin.”

“Nice, so we’ve got time.” He slid his box closer and stretched his leg out so he could get his under mine, allowing them to touch. “Do you suppose it’s deserted enough out here that we could get naked? I miss holding you so bad.”

I thought about it. I wanted it just as much as he did, but I also didn’t want to risk getting caught.

“Not a good idea, even as isolated as this place is from the rest of the camp,” I said. “But I know you’ve got to be as horny as I am. Haven’t even been able to find a private moment to jack off since we got here.”

As I spoke, my hand traveled up the leg of his shorts so I could touch him. He moaned ever so softly.

“No fair saying one thing and doing something else. You better not be teasing me. That’d be a mean thing to do, especially on my birthday.”

My hand caressed him as his hardness pulsated under my hand. There was a risk to what we were doing, no doubt. But there was no way I could stop now. I adjusted my position so I could make a fist around his c**k. Thankfully he’d worn his baggiest shorts and that made it easier.

“You’re doing this, aren’t you?” He chuckled as he asked the question. My only response was to squeeze his c**k as I stroked. “Oh my God,” he said softly, extending the last vowel for a long moment.

Without changing the rhythm of the stroking, I half stood up and used a foot to kick the stool around so I could face him. As I sat back down, he leaned forward and kissed me. In a test of my multitasking abilities, I picked up a strawberry with my free hand, dipped it in cream and fed it to him. He took the berry and licked my fingers at the same time. I moaned in response. He was the one getting stroked, but this was ridiculously hot and I was rock hard. The look on his face was all pleasure as his body shuddered. I knew he was straining to keep the noise to a minimum.

I put two fingers in the cream, then put one in my mouth so I had some cream and gave the rest to him. As soon as he took the cream I leaned forward, our tongues and the cream mixing into urgent kisses. I stepped up the stroking on his c**k, knowing that every second this went on, the chance of getting caught increased. He grabbed my head, ensuring our kiss wouldn’t be broken. His breath caught and I knew he was about to blow. I stroked faster, spreading his precum around his head, making him very slick. Our kisses muffled the sound of his release as his c**k convulsed and spilled inside his shorts and all over my hand. His body shook fiercely while I moaned quietly with him. My body began to spasm, too, as my boxers filled with c*m.

That had never happened like that before.

I kept stroking him, gently backing off, but also making sure he was as spent as possible. Our kisses also relaxed. When I finally stopped stroking him, I reached for another berry covered in cream and brought it to his mouth as I broke off our kisses.

“Happy birthday, mister man who drives me to do crazy things,” I said.

He moaned as he took the strawberry and I pulled my hand from his shorts. I quickly licked my fingers clean.

“That was incredible,” he said. “And beyond hot, my God.”

We rarely do anything in a place where we could get caught. The only other time was in the Michigan locker room last year. It was late, and we were the last ones out of practice so we went for it, hoping we wouldn’t get caught.

“Did you c*m, too?” he asked. “It felt like you did.”

“Yeah. I’ve never c*m like that. There was that one time you f****d me to the point I came without being touched, but this was very different. Unlike any orgasm I’ve had. We’ll have to try for that again sometime.”

“It’s gonna be a helluva mess to clean up, for both of us. But it was totally worth it,” he said, standing up. “Can we take this outside, finishing eating, maybe dangle our feet off the pier?”

I gathered the food into the basket so we could move. “That sounds perfect. Go ahead and blow out the candles and let’s go.”

We got to the edge of the pier, and slipped out of our sandals so the cool water could envelop our feet. I handed the cupcake with the candle to Alex and I took the other one. “Happy birthday,” I said, holding up my cupcake. He bumped his into mine, a bit of his purple frosting clung to my red.

“Thank you,” he said. “Birthdays with you are always great, but you kinda out did yourself with this one. I don’t think you had that last part planned, did you?”

I laughed. “No. That just happened.”

“Well, I won’t soon forget it.” He kissed my cheek.

We leaned against each other, shoulder-to-shoulder, our feet splashing in the water. We finished our food and watched the sun as it dipped below the horizon. It was a beautiful scene as the sky went from purple to orange to a final blaze of red. There was little talking, but a fair bit of kissing—the kind we wouldn’t get in trouble for if someone saw it.

As darkness took over the sky, I pulled out my phone to check the time. “We should get going.”

“We destroyed a chance for a shower, didn’t we?”

“Nah. As long as one of us is in the cabin, we can each grab a quick shower.”

We packed everything up and finally decided we had to go. As Alex stood, he grunted and shook his left leg out.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Leg fell asleep or something. It’s tingly. Annoying. It’ll be okay, just weird that it did it while I was just sitting there not doing anything.”

I gently kicked it. “The walk will wake it up. Come on, birthday boy.”

“Thanks,” he said, planting one more kiss on my lips before we headed out.

I was thrilled to pull off such a great surprise.