It was supposed to be a party. That was all Christian wanted—a chance to make a few new friends and escape the drudgery of staying sequestered in the cabin. Christian isn’t the type of boy who regularly attends parties, though, and the one he is going to has some startling surprises in store.
They say that the fruit of temptation is at its ripest when it appeals to the darkness in one’s own heart. What secrets has Christian been keeping from himself? One man at Camp Hawk knows.
Christian is in for the night of his life, but it won’t be his honeymoon!
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Excerpt
“I’m ready.”
Christian took a step back and studied himself. His reflection in the full-length mirror showed a small young man with a petite frame. If Christian were honest, he didn’t look eighteen-years-old. The small-sized clothes he wore barely fit him.
Christian had gone with his Sunday best, a white undershirt concealed by a brown button-up dress shirt and dark slacks. He had combed his blond hair as well. It lay flat against his pale face.
A belt held the pants up. He would have worn his shiny Sunday shoes, but those were still packed in his suitcase. Christian had brought those thinking he might wear them at the wedding. Daddy had told him his wedding clothes were already picked out, but Christian liked being prepared.
Just in case, he wore his sneakers tonight. Christian had already laced them up. The ties stuck out underneath his slacks a little. Overall, though, he thought he looked good. Saying as much out loud helped quell the nervousness he felt, but only a little bit.
“I can do this,” he said, speaking again to his reflection.
Try as he might, Christian couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. At the very least, Daddy would not approve of his actions this evening. Christian wasn’t exactly a party person. His father frowned on him going to parties where there was loud music and drinking. The most entertainment Christian saw was at youth group meetings.
“It’s just a party, though,” he told himself.
He hadn’t informed Mick or Barkley of his plans. They might not approve either. Or, he reasoned, they might not care either way. There was the possibility that they would tell his father, however. Christian decided it was safer to keep the details of his evening to himself. If either one asked, he was going out to see some friends he had made earlier today and would be back soon.
It was the truth, after all, even if he felt guilty for leaving out certain details. “Besides,” he added, “the other guys will have their own fathers there.”
Even though, he remembered, those boys had sex with men besides their own dads. And their fathers did the same with other boys. It went against everything his own father had taught him. Sex between a father and son was supposed to be sacred. It was something secret, but also according to God’s will.
“But,” he tried vainly, “they were nice enough to me…”
Christian wasn’t sure who he was arguing with. He had already gotten changed. It was clear he intended to go. The butterflies in his stomach weren’t strong enough to stop that.
“Besides,” he added, a little more tersely than he’d intended, “it’s not like Daddy is around to stop me.”
His father had once again failed to show. No one was waiting for Christian when he came back from Hawk’s Nest. Asking around, Christian confirmed that Daddy never came by. He was once again too busy with wedding preparations to see how Christian was doing.
“If Daddy can be busy doing stuff all week long,” Christian decided, squashing down the nervousness in his tummy, “I can be busy for one night.”
A fresh wave of apprehension struck, but Christian stayed firm. His eyes took on a steely resolve in the reflection of the mirror. Nodding at himself, Christian made one last check of his clothes before heading out. Not a stitch on his body looked out of place.
With that, Christian crept toward the bedroom door. It creaked slightly when he opened it, betraying his presence. A quick peek out into the hallway confirmed that no one was around to hear it.
Christian sighed with relief. Mick and Barkley had already gone to bed. He only needed to listen closely for the sounds of Barkley moaning. Mick was feeding his heavy cock to his son yet again. The bed springs behind their bedroom door groaned loud enough to echo through the thick panel and into Christian’s ears.
Swallowing the lump that formed in his dry throat, Christian eased the door closed behind him and sneaked quietly toward the entrance. He half-hoped to find his father waiting for him in the living area—an unexpected surprise visit to make up for being absent all week long.
No one was waiting for Christian when he tip-toed through, however. The front door made no noise as Christian walked out into the dusk. The sun had already begun to set. Cliff hadn’t given Christian a time to arrive for the party. He had only said it would take place “after dark”.
Given that there was hardly any light left, Christian felt secure that he was leaving at a good time. The lack of light meant it would be harder for people to see him. He was wearing dark clothes as well, which added to the camouflage.
Crickets sang their sweet summer tune as Christian moved across the compound. The entrance to Bunny Burrow lay ahead. His footfalls were light as he passed through the gate, leaving the familiar circle of cabins behind.
It only took him a moment to find Hawk’s Nest. Christian had been worried he would run into the same trouble as before, wandering in the dark trying to read signs that lead him in all directions. This time, he turned left and followed the path in the opposite direction of the one he took that morning.
The gravel trail was deserted. No one besides Christian was out that evening, on foot or traveling by vehicle. The woods surrounding him seemed spookier at night. There was very little light to go by except for the moon.
Christian could hear his heart pounding in his chest. With each step he took, it felt like thunder was crashing inside his body. Still, he pressed onward.
Fortunately, Christian didn’t have to go very far. To his amazement, Hawk’s Nest lay just up ahead. The road didn’t feel nearly as winding as it had earlier that day. He could hear the festivities going on well before he arrived at the gate.
Christian stood in front of the entrance for a moment, looking past at the camp grounds inside. “This is it,” he said to himself. “Remember, it’s just a party.”