“To Salou? No way in hell!” dad snorted. “The only thing that happens there is a lot of drinking and things that you’re not ready for yet.” Charlie straightens his back while he turns red from anger.

“Dad, I’m sixteen! I’m not a kid anymore.” But his dad raises his paper and says in a relentless tone,

“As long as you live under my roof, I’m responsible for you. And I think you’re too young. End of story.” Charlie stamps to his mother, who suddenly is very preoccupied with petting their cat.

“Mum, you say something. Everyone’s going on a holiday, except me. It isn’t fair, is it?” Mum sighs and then grabs her mobile. “Hello! I’m talking to you!” Charlie calls. But his mother presses a number into the phone and says to him in the mean time,

“I’m gonna call Gaby from the sailing school. They’ve got a camp sometime soon.” Charlie almost loses his temper.

“A sailing camp? Mum, that is the most boring thing you could ever imagine. I’m gonna have to spend my time around rich snobs!” But Charlie’s mother says,

“There are really nice boys there – Oh, hi Gaby. It’s Tessa. Do you still have a spot free for my son in sail camp? Yes? You can put him on the list. Yes, he’s looking extremely forward to it.” His mother looks at Charlie, who pulls a long face. When she hangs up, Charlie explodes.

“And thank you very much, mother! I don’t know crap about sailing.” But Charlie’s mum only laughs.

“Then you’ll learn something.”

Five days later and it’s already time. Charlie’s standing in the harbor with his bag. He looks at all the boats. Right in front of him lies an enormous smack… Hmm, that might be the one, thinks Charlie. But then he hears a voice coming from a different direction than he expected.

“Hey, are you Charlie?” Charlie brushes the lost strain of hair out of his face and sighs. To top it all off…, he thinks. A ridiculous small boat. Charlie trudges to the sailboat and sees a blonde haired, actually a gorgeous boy standing there.

“I’m James,” the boy says laughing. “You can load your stuff in the van over there. All the tents are in there as well. You’re sharing one with me.” You can add that to the list, Charlie thinks. Sleeping in a narrow tent plus a guy that can get all the girls. Hooray.

Not so long after he’s loaded his stuff in the van, he’s already back to the shore.

“Just grab my hand,” James says. But Charlie answers harshly,

“No, I’m alright.” But he hasn’t made one step in the polyester boat, or he’s already nearly flat on his face. James is just in time to catch him.

He feels his warm arms around him and his hot breath in his neck as he says, “This is your first time, eh?” Charlie’s cheeks flush a shade of red and he quickly sits down in the boat.

“I’ve never sailed before, no. My parents made me to.”

James looks at him intensively. “Sailing isn’t so hard. I’ll teach you.” When there’s screaming coming from one of the other boats, turns James around. “We’re set to leave. If you’re gonna move to starboard…” Charlie looks at him a little puzzled.

“Can’t you just say left or right? I’m a sailing nitwit, remember?” When James smiles his pearly white teeth naked, Charlie feels a shot through the pit of his stomach. He quickly looks down with his brown eyes.

Some time later and the Hummingbird is flying over the water. The wind is blowing through their hair and Charlie caught himself secretly enjoying this.

“Okay, we’re going tack!” James calls suddenly. Charlie startles and can just about avoid the boom. He exchanges an angry look with James.

“Do you want me dead or something?” James blinks horrified with his deep blue eyes.

“Oh God, I’ll warn sooner next time. I keep on forgetting that you’ve never done this before.” Charlie pulls a hand trough his high-lighted blonde hair and starts laughing.

“And my parents thought Salou was dangerous!”

There’s a smile curling around James’ mouth, “It’s a good thing your parents didn’t know you’d get sorted with me then. If they knew, they wouldn’t have sent you.” Charlie wants to respond to that, but somehow he’s too scared. He quickly turns his look to the splashing water.

Hours later, they get to shore. There’s already a couple of boats and there’s boys and girls setting up their tents everywhere. Apparently they’re the last ones. James is already on his way over to the van to pick up their tent.

Looking over his shoulder, he says, “You choose a spot. No where near the others though.” And again, James smiles that smile that Charlie can’t really describe. When he sees him chatting to some random girl, he feels somewhat angry. Of course, that’s the reason he wanted the tent no where near the others. So he can work his charms on the girl. Well, I’m having none of it! He sits down pouting. After not so long, a tent bag falls onto the ground with a soft thump next to him.

“Something wrong?” James squats in front of him and looks at him with penetrating eyes.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” Charlie answers. There’s a short silence, but James keeps on looking at him with those deep blue eyes. “I don’t want all that shit with girls, alright?” Charlie says, before his brain even acknowledges he did it. James places a hand on his knee and grins.
”Is that all?” Charlie blushes and tries not to think of the warm hand on his naked skin.

“Err… yeah.” Then James smiles warmly.

“No girls this weekend, promise.”

That evening they’re gathered around a nice warm campfire. Hm, wasn’t such a bad idea of mummy, Charlie thinks and smiles to himself. When he looks aside, he sees James staring at him, taking in every move he makes.

“Private joke?” he asks. Charlie laughs softly and takes another sip from his white wine.

“Something like that. I just never thought this could be so fun. I thought there’d be all these snobs around and stuff.” James looks at him in mock offence.

“And thank you very much.” Charlie tells him that he didn’t mean it that way and puts a hand on his arm, but he regrets it instantly. Every time James looks at him, he feels slightly confused. And it’s only getting worse when James looks at him in a particular way,

“You coming back to the tent? You can make up then.” Charlie changes colour.

“How do you mean?” James’ eyes twinkle in the light that comes from the huge fire.

“With a game of quartette, of course. What did you think?” Charlie coughs and says nothing. He stands up rather confused and follows James.

James turns on the torch and looks at the sleeping bag while thinking.

“That’s gonna have to change.” And he begins zipping the two sleeping bags to each other. He looks at Charlie for a small moment. “Gives us more room. You don’t mind, do you?” Charlie doesn’t know what to say and just shakes his head a bit.

Nervously, he starts looking for the card game.

“Looking for something?” James asks teasingly. “I was only joking about the card game.” Charlie looks at him confrontational.

“We could’ve stayed at the campfire then. I don’t feel like sleeping yet.” James starts unbuttoning his Mambo blouse slowly, while he’s looking at Charlie intensively.

“Who mentioned sleeping?” Charlie swallows. The sweat drops are glistering on his forehead, but still he can feel his skin squirm. He wants to run away, but at the same time he has to watch. At the fingers that try to unbutton the last button, the toned and tanned stomach, the waistband of the boxers that are peeking out of under his shorts. James pulls his blouse over his shoulders. Charlie can’t watch anymore and looks the other way, pretending as if nothing is happening. He feels James’ hand on his cheek, a hand that forces him to look at James.

“Don’t be afraid.” James whispers. Charlie’s throat seems to be cluttered with lumps. His heart is beating as if there’s a horse race going on in there and he feels a twinge in the pit of his stomach as James pulls his face closer to him. He looks at Charlie with his penetrating deep blue eyes through his long black lashes. “Just let it happen.”

Then he feels his warm lips on his. Charlie closes his eyes as he feels James’ tongue slipping inside. A stab of desire flows through his body and he pushes himself against the boy. The game of their tongues immediately increases in passion. First Charlie thinks, I can’t do this. This is a boy. But then he lets himself go and all he can think about it James’ body. His fingers slide over his naked back, but he’d rather feel his masculine chest. It seems as if James heard Charlie’s thoughts, because he pulls back a bit and looks at him with desire burning in his eyes.

“Can I undress you?” Charlie nods. James pulls Charlie’s tee over his head and kisses every bit of naked skin that comes free, while he strokes Charlie’s chest and nipples. James groans and then sits back to watch Charlie’s chest. Charlie gets a bit shy. Suddenly, James looks at him deeply. “You’re so beautiful…” Charlie’s breath stops for a second and all he wants is one thing: that James takes him in his arms.

James lies Charlie softly down on the sleeping bag and pulls Charlie’s shorts down. When he pulls his boxers down, he quickly kisses the bit of skin right under his navel and his tongue flashes over Charlie’s thighs. Charlie sighs with desire. His body trembles as he watches how James pulls off his boxers. He has a beautiful tanned body, masculine but not too. James slides himself on Charlie slowly and Charlie quivers as he feels his soft body.

“I don’t know what to do,” He says. James kisses him softly on the lips,

“You don’t have to do anything other than enjoy.” He whispers. His head slowly disappears downwards. He feels his lips in his neck, his mouth around his nipple and his tongue on his stomach. His head lowers with the second, until James’ lips finally discover Charlie’s thighs. He kisses the most sensitive spots first, softly, before running his tongue over Charlie’s erect member. He groans, a shiver of gratification travels through his body and his breathing fastens. He feels that he’s coming close to the edge. Right at that moment, James pulls back and leans over him.

“Don’t stop,” Charlie breathes. James smiles and gives him another kiss.

“I wasn’t quite done with you yet.” He answers mysteriously. He lets himself slowly fall down on Charlie’s body. Charlie holds his breath in when he feels James’ hot, clammy chest onto his. Softly, but forcefully, James pushes his thigh between Charlie’s legs. Fuck, is the only thing that shoots Charlie’s head as he feels James’ dick rubbing against his thigh. James rubs his lower stomach against Charlie’s dick. James’ hand disappears between the two hot bodies and Charlie feels his hand on his own throbbing member that is about to burst. His nails dig into James back as he feels his cum squirting onto his stomach. James’ cum soon follows and fills up Charlie’s navel. James grins and seems to search for something in one of the bags that’s within hand reach. He takes out some tissues and cleans Charlie up, before he wipes his own stomach. He kisses Charlie’s forehead.

“You’re going to be sleeping in my arms tonight,” he whispers in Charlie’s ear. He slides off Charlie and puts an arm under his head. Charlie let’s himself pull closer to James willingly. He nestles his head onto James’ chest and lays his arm on his lightly sweaty stomach. It isn’t for long before he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When Charlie awakens the next morning, James isn’t there. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and quickly pulls something on. When he zips the tent open, everyone seems to be outside already. A bit dazed, Charlie walks through the wet grass off to a group of people. Then he sees James standing. His heart leaps as James walks up to him smiling like a mad man. So soft that no one can hear, he whispers, “I didn’t want to wake you, you were sleeping so cutely.” Charlie looks onto the ground.

“This wasn’t an experiment or anything, was it?” James looks at him earnestly.

“Not if it’s up to me,” When he strokes his back secretly, things start to rise above with Charlie again. Then he suddenly starts laughing.

“Mum said I was going to learn something here. If only she knew…”