Summer Camp Is So Two Year's Ago

So my dear friend Krissy was like "Write me porn!" and I said okay so thus this was born! Enjoy please and feedback is loved!

It was the day before Brendon was due to leave for summer camp. Not as a camper but as a high ranking counsler. Jon sort of thought the whole idea of his seventeen year old boyfriend spending a good amount of the summer out in the wood's teaching little kid's to play insturments and swimming in lake's was a stupid idea. But Brendon was exceptionally excited about it all and Jon, well, he could never be upset when Brendon was grinning like that.

So, it was the day before he was leaving and the two of them were spending that time together, making out on Jon's bed because hell, it would be a whole two and a half month's before he got any again.

Brendon was wearing his little counsler's outfit, mostly the outfit consisted of a white t-shirt (that Brendon had order a size too small, just so it would be tight) with a picture of a pine tree on it and a pair of dark green short's that were fairly short and made Brendon's already gorgeous ass look absolutely perfect and a shiny silver whistle that Brendon's been coveting for the last three summers.

He and Brendon were making out, Brendon pressed tight against Jon's side. Jon's shirt was off, Brendon's hand's wandering his tanned skin, tanned from all the beach outings the two of them had taken in the past week. They were making out, hot and wet, soft, nearly pornographic noises emitting between them. Jon finger's were on Brendon's jaw, his neck, flittering under his shirt and gently tweaking pink nipples.

The two boy's broke apart, Brendon pulling back with dark eyes, pupil's blown and he reaches down to tug at his shirt. Jon reaches out and stop's the boy, Brendon look's confused and Jon grin's. "No, leave it on." Jon tell's his younger lover and Brendon nod's and grin's, moving back to kiss Jon again.

Brendon moves up to straddle Jon's waist, the older boy already straining hard in his track pant's. Brendon was hard too, the short's doing nothing to hide the very visible erection he has. Jon spread's his leg's a bit, allowing Brendon to get a better position. Their hard cock's rub together through the fabric of their pants and Brendon pull's away, shivering and gasps lightly.

"You're gonna fuck me right?" Brendon breaths out as he grind's down against Jon, dry humping him. Jon tilt's his head back and groan's.

"Yeah, yeah, just get on your knees." Jon orders and Brendon is off him quickly and on his hand's and knee's, his ass toward's Jon and his dark head bowed. The older boy moves to the edge of the bed, pulling open the brown nightstand drawer. Jon shifts around and grab's some thing's out before returning back to Brendon.

Brendon is shivering, waiting for Jon to return to him. Jon does and eases one hand up the younger boy's back, pushing warm hand's up under his shirt, rubbing his back. "Jon, please, come on." Brendon pant's out.

"Patience is a virtue baby." Jon replies and he lean's down and kisses the small of Brendon's back as he pull's the boy's short's down to his knee's. Brendon's open and exposed for his boyfriend, head still bowed and back arched. Jon open's the lube, run's one hand along Brendon's magnificent ass. His other hand pop's open the little bottle of lube and he pour's it out on to his finger's, slicking them up.

Jon pushes Brendon's leg's open a little wider. His hand rub's Brendon's back again as his thick lubed finger's press against the younger boy's enterance. Brendon groan's and his shoulder's shake a bit. Jon presses inside, stretching the boy's tight hot hole. Jon add's another finger, Brendon can take it, another too and he's moving them and curling, Brendon pushing back against his finger's, wanting more, wanting Jon's cock.

When he feel's like his boyfriend is ready Jon pull's his fingers away and Brendon groan's in disapproval. "Patience." Jon remind's the boy and Brendon gives a breathy laugh, one that make's Jon's dick twitch. The older boy swiftly undresses and undoes a condom, rolling it down his aching hard cock. Brendon always serves to make him so turned on. He drive's Jon wild and he's not quite sure how he's going to maintain his sanity with his boyfriend gone.

"Ready Bren?" Jon whisper's his hand's coming to stroke at Brendon's hip's. The boy nod's and that's all Jon need's. He uses one hand to guide himself into Brendon's hot tight ass, the younger boy groaning at the stretch of Jon's thick cock. Jon's hand's slide to Brendon's hip's, gripping tight because he know's the boy likes it.

Jon pushes in hard making Brendon moan out loud and making Jon extreamly thankful that his parent's and brother's are out for the day. "Jon, don't go slow...I want it fast..hard." Brendon moan's, his arm's dropping down on the bed along with his head, leaving his ass high in the air for Jon to use. Jon huff's out a laugh.

"Don't want to cherish it baby?" Jon grunt's as he pull's out and thrusts back in, harder than the first time and the noise of Jon's hip's hitting Brendon's ass fill the air. He doesn't actually expect an anwser from Brendon, he's way too wrapped up in giving the boy exactly what he asked for. Jon hand's are tight on the younger boy's hip's as he fuck's him hard and deep.

"No, I-I want it hard so, so I can feel it...feel you after I'm gone." Brendon moan's out and the sound's fuck, the sound's would be enough to get Jon off but what Brendon is saying is sinking in and fuck, the thought that Brendon want's his brain's fucked out so he can feel the sore burn of when Jon took him, while's he at camp, fuck that's almost enough to make Jon come on the spot.

Jon fuck's Brendon rough and deep, hip's slamming against his ass and Brendon's hand's are fisting Jon's comforter, his face pressed against the blanket and he's making the most beautiful noises, moan's and gasp's and a half scream when Jon hit's that special spot inside the younger boy.

Brendon prop's himself up a bit and Jon can see the slight movement's of his shoulder, he's jerking himself off. Jon lean's forward, curling his body over his boyfriend's, his hand knocking Brendon's away as Jon wrap's his own hand around Brendon's leaking cock. Jon wrap's his other hand around Brendon's chest, pulling the younger boy back and up so that they were upright, Brendon's back against Jon's chest.

Jon's hip's pressed forward as he pull's Brendon back, Brendon screwing his hip's in a circle. The boy tipped his head back against the older boy's shoulder, gasping and moaning for more. "Fuck, Bren." Jon breathes out, tipping his head forward and biting at the soft pale skin on Brendon's shoulder.

Brendon twists his head back so he can get at Jon's lip's. They kiss wet and sloppy, their teeth bumping and tongues tangling together wet. They break apart and their breath mingles together, Brendon's eyes locked on the older boy's. Jon thrust's paticularly hard, hitting that sweet spot inside Brendon once again. Brendon's brown eyes slip closed and he groan's the pale line of his throat taut and Jon want's to bite at the pale skin.

Jon's still jerking Brendon, fast as the boy fuck's the tight circle of Jon's hand. "Jon, Jon, baby..I'm close." Brendon cries out, his word's damp against Jon's skin. Jon moves and kisses Brendon's temple, lick's at the shell of his ear. Of course he's fucking close, they had just fucked that morning too and their teenagers, it's not exactly a winning combination but Jon doesn't really care.

He bend's Brendon forward again, back on to his hand's and knee's, Jon curled tight around his back. Jon fuck's him harder, determined to hit that spot as many times as he can before Brendon comes, sort of like a challenge for himself. He get's to nine, he think's, it's kind of hard to focus when you've got Brendon Urie clenching around your cock like it's what he was born to do. Brendon comes hard with a yell, staining Jon's finger's white.

Brendon slump's forward but Jon moves his hand's back to the boy's hip's, keeping his ass up and tilted slightly so he can thrust fast and hard. Brendon is still groaning and the older boy know's he's giving him exactly what he want's, the feeling of Jon's cock in him, how it will last and he will feel it every time he walk's for the next two days.

It doesn't take long for Jon to come, thrusting, once, twice then freezing deep inside his younger boyfriend.

Afterward's he pull's out and sink's down next to Brendon, the younger boy leaning forward to dispose of the used condom. Brendon crawl's back into Jon's arm's and the older boy wrap's around him protectively.

Jon can't quite fathom how by this time tomorrow Brendon will be in a different state sleeping in the wood's and probably bugging all the other camp counsler's. At least Jon can trust the fact that maybe Patrick will keep him inline.

"You could come to camp with me." Brendon starts and Jon look's over at him with lazy eyes. Brendon's hair is all messed up and his cheek's are flushed and he definitly look's like he just got a good fuck, which is a good look for him in Jon's opinion. "I'll hide you in my suitcase." Brendon add's, his finger's drawing invisible pattern's on Jon's damp skin. Jon laugh's, indulging in Brendon's innocent little fantasy.

"So, you'll have a Jon Walker shaped suitcase? I think your mom would get suspicious."

"A Jon Walker shaped suitcase is the best kind of suitcase." Brendon tell's him "Hey, I got come on my shirt..." Brendon add's weakly, he look's down at his sweat damp camp counsler shirt with a wrinkled nose. Jon laugh's.

"It's your own come." He offers as if that make's the situation any better. Brendon pushes at him slightly.

"It's your fault for being a dirty pervert." Brendon mumbles against the skin of Jon's shoulder.

"Okay, I'll wash it for you later, how does that sound?" Jon suggests and Brendon nod's sleepily before pulling off his dirty t-shirt and tossing it on Jon's floor. Jon reaches down and tug's Brendon's dark green short's up his hip's. Jon pull's his own boxers back on, just in case someone decides to come into the room.

Brendon yawn's and drop's down on Jon's chest, his deep brown eyes closed. Jon grin's and eyes the clock, it's late but not too late and his family shouldn't be home for awhile, they probably have time for a after sex nap.

Jon tilt's his head and kisses Brendon on his forehead, closing his own eyes and wraps his arm's around Brendon, warmth spreading all along his body.