Little J and Roger
Part 5: The Champions
This excerpt is a complete chapter about two thirds into the book. It has been selected because it is relatively compact and typical of many scenes in the LJR series—it is connective story material and uses familiar characters. Warning: it contains one of the book’s intimate male/male scenes, and is intended for adults only.

Return to The Champions


29 Tony the Tiger

Danny listened carefully in the semi-darkness of his tent... he wanted to detect any sound that was out of place. Since there’s no wind tonight, I’ll hear anything unusual. The crickets are having a party though; that doesn’t help much. Will Tony really sneak over here? Danny giggled. He probably will. Danny was counting on it, in fact. He had never known anyone as playful and inventive as Tony. He couldn’t believe his luck, actually. To think that he and Tony had been in the troop together all this time, and had never connected. Man! Danny kept his arms outside the sleeping bag; he wanted them where they’d have to behave. He twiddled his thumbs and gazed aimlessly here and there. Hmm. Should I reverse on the cot so that my head is at the outside? I’d be able to hear better that way... but I won’t be able to see, then. Ooo... Hurry up, Tony!

**

Tony listened as hard as he could. He never could be sure when Chris or Shawn drifted off to sleep—they were both pretty quiet about that. Usually it didn’t matter—but this is the first time he had planned to sneak out of bed during this particular camp. He didn’t especially want to get caught: he was already on Dale’s list again for cutting out early this morning. Five demerits! That’s twenty-five points... Tony probably had the all time troop record for demerits. Well, romping with Danny was worth five demerits. It would be worth five hundred! Hmm. I could always say that I’m going to the latrine. The fact that it’s in the opposite direction from where I’m headed would be awkward, but... He couldn’t stand it any longer. Those guys have to be asleep!

Tony folded back the top of his sleeping bag slowly. It was nylon, so he had to be careful of the slickery noise it could make. There. Now I have to get up without the creak of this blamed cot raising the dead. He sat up straight. It creaked a little in the center, right next to his butt. Slow down, Tony. Right leg swings out first... then the left... feet on the ground... good work, men! Tony thought about this... if I use my arms as a lever to push myself up, I’ll activate this automatic noisemaker that I’m sitting on... Shawn will jump up at once and raise the alarm—Shawn spooks real easy. Tony reached his arms straight out; he stood slowly, using only his calf muscles. It worked! Almost completely quiet—as quiet as any bag exit I’ve ever done on campouts.

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Tony assumed his Super Hero crouch: Mister Nightsneaker! Loose once again to prowl in pursuit of the Perfect One... he’s going on a Top Secret mission! He played the applause and cheers sound effects in his head. Bouncing with a slight twist, he mimed his favorite action pose, waving cheering arms, mouthing silent hurrahs.

So far, so good. His foot lightly nudged the footlocker... ooo, that was good luck—I could have stubbed a toe in the dark. The moon isn’t up very high yet, so it’s still super dark in here. He stuffed his pillow into the sleeping bag so it would look like he was all cuddled up inside. He appropriated the Magic Tube from his footlocker and tucked it around behind under the elastic waistband of his briefs... must have that along. He picked up his shoes and stepped out of the tent very slowly.

Tony, you are a master! Crouching low, he surveilled the other tents carefully. Still stooping, he stepped over behind the table and paused. There’s a chance that someone—probably hawk-eyes Dale—might catch sight of me. Dale’s tent opening is completely dark. No way to tell what’s up over there. Dale might be standing there right now, waiting to catch nightsneakers as they pass by. He glanced up to the horizon; the moon is peeking over the edge. Better hurry; he watched the ground carefully as he stepped.

Bruuummp! A forceful baritone report sounded from the center tent. A sleeping bag had failed to muffle a very substantial fart.

Tony froze and ducked down. Boy, am I glad I’m not in Brad’s tent... that was loud enough to wake up everyone in there. Those guys must have numb noses. Brad cuts one or two of those every night—he keeps a stash of chopped onions in the cooler so he can feed his inner flames. Sometimes it’s entertaining—it really irks Jay.

Tony waited a sec. No movement, no protests... they must all be asleep. Did Brad ever record any of those butt burps? He’s really good at it. It’s safe enough to move now... when I’m a few feet out of camp I’ll slip on my shoes. I don’t want hawk-ears Dale to hear me, either—although, Brad’s latest blast didn’t cause him to appear. On three, go for broke, Tony... scurry around the stove to the outer trail, out of sight.

**

Danny re-lived key moments from this morning’s happy discovery... he was hard already, just thinking about it. “No touching!” he scolded himself again. “You have to wait for Tony.” Oop; I shouldn’t have said that out loud. He held on to the sides of the cot; hands folded on top isn’t safe either, it turns out. He pretended he was steadying a rocking canoe, like he learned at the lake.

Oh, that’s the other nice surprise! Tom put me in the two-man canoe race with Jeremy! I’m not sure if we’ll be a good team or not... no chance to practice. It’ll be fun, though. Tony is going to be the troop entry in the First Class singles race! Hmm... why is Tony still a First Class, anyway? It’s kind of surprising, considering how smart he is. By now he should be a Star, at least. Oh-oh: I forgot about the moon; it just peeked over the stove hutch. I’m in full moonlight. Tony will be able to see everything; I have to freeze.


Tony paused by the goofy marker branch poked into the ground. Danny said coming this way into the Flaming Arrow camp would be best. Hmm. It was the long way around, actually—I had to sneak past the cabin. What’s this branch here for, anyway? Anybody can see where to go, especially with that moon. Well, no matter—what matters is sneaking in undetected. The moon is above the horizon now... it’s like a spotlight flashing across the meadow. Shadows... that could be a problem... he waved an arm and paid attention to how the shadow fell. He didn’t want his movement to be visible because his shadow bounced across the area. There just might be someone watching: someone named Danny.

Tony’s plan was to sneak up and surprise. The camp is just like Danny said: only two tents. He proceeded forward to a point about twenty feet from the camp, and stopped to check things out. Danny’s in the smaller tent, on the right. Hmm. It isn’t small—it’s a three man, same size as mine. He crouched down... time for Mr. Nightsneaker to take a quick look... he moved over close to the opening. Carefully, he stood up and peeked in... ooo! He ducked back down quick. Wow. Danny does have the tent to himself!

Danny took in a quick breath: what was that? Did something move? I wasn’t paying enough attention! He listened carefully...

Tony had seen Danny’s face reflecting the moonlight. Is he awake? No way to tell; he better be, or Tony the Tiger will punish! The other cots are empty, just like he said. Why the extra cots? Slowly, Tony backed away; now he had to figure out his approach. This is a challenge! He backed up several feet and sat on his haunches to plan.

So: the other three must be in the big tent. Its front is in the shadow, so I can’t see in. It’s far enough away though—they probably won’t hear anything. If they are awake and come out... well, the demerits will rain all over me, won’t they? I’ll stay low and silent; I sure don’t need to wake up Mister Biggest in the Land, or Mister Minutes of the Last Meeting, or Mister Eyelashes. No, sir! I’m going to get by them and hop into the sack with Mister Fantastic Dream Come True!

Danny puzzled... should I sit up and look? I don’t want Tony to know I’m awake, though. Hmm...

Tony glanced back past the marker stick to Mark’s cabin—whoever parked the cabin way down there deserves an award. He squinted his eyes: no cracks of light in the window on this side either. No way to know if Mark stays up late or not—he could, easily enough... that far off, no one would know.

Back to it: the Time of The Tiger is at hand. Tony got onto his hands and knees. He began his secret Tiger stalk; the best route is around the table—approach the tent from the other side—the one that Danny can’t see. Tony smiled at Danny’s trick. Mister Smarty Pants told me to come this way so that he’d be able to see the attack coming. The Nightsneaker saw through that one.

He made it to the far corner of the tent without any problem... here’s the foot of the empty cot on the opposite side from Danny. I can’t see Danny from here, so I can’t be seen either. He paused to see if he could hear Danny breathing... nope. Good; probably awake, then. He crawled past the empty cot into the shadow. He couldn’t be seen at all, now. How close can I get without being detected?

Danny sensed something. He couldn’t hear anything; he looked as carefully as he could without sitting up... nothing seems to be there. What should I do if... wait! If Tony does come in, what direction will it be from? Danny gripped the rail: of course. It would have to be from the right—from just past my old empty cot. Tony is way too smart to get caught coming in from the front. Danny concentrated on his peripheral vision. How much can I detect over there without turning my head? It’s so dark over there I can’t tell. Hmm. For now, that’s where I’ll try to look. My head is in the moonlight, so I have to keep my head fixed in place.

Tony barely missed bumping into a footlocker. He felt his side brush along the hasp. This tent is laid out just like mine. Why the extra footlockers? Oh... one would have been Frankie’s. He isn’t at camp this year. Right turn ahead. Danny will come into view any second. Tiger paws, do your walk!

Danny felt a sudden rush! I can see Tony coming around the corner by the foot of Tom’s cot! He’s on his hands and knees! Boy. He’s really good! I can’t hear a thing! What am I going to do?

Tony was the Night Tiger! He was within three feet, and he had not made a sound! He was about to make his Tiger Pounce. Should it be with a roar? Or a meow... six more steps, about. One... two... three... four... five... Perfect. He removed the Special Nightsneaker Love Ointment from his waistband and placed it by the leg of the cot. Slowly, he rose up on his knees and extended his Tiger paws... he began a special slow motion pounce.

Danny turned his head and stuck out his tongue. He tried not to laugh.

“Meow!” Tony finished his pounce.

They broke up laughing.

“No fair! You peeked!”

“Did not!” Danny laughed. “I almost did, I admit. I was lucky. The moon was my friend.”

Tony stood up. His knees said enough. “When did you spot me?”

“Tell ya later.” Danny threw open his sleeping bag. He was wagging a special welcome. The moon gave it a long shadow up the chest.

Tony threw up his claws in delight. He pounced at once. “Ah-hmm!” he performed a tight suck down to Danny’s balls. His knees were back on duty.

Wow. Danny caressed the back of Tony’s head. This is so nice.

Tony pulled off with a flourish. His knees had won out; he stood, put a hand on each side of the cot, and bent down for a kiss. “Can two get on this?”

I didn’t think about that... no idea. “Sure be cozy.” Danny giggled and raised his eyebrows.

Tony took that as a yes. He moved his hands up the cot’s side rails next to Danny’s shoulders and climbed on, placing his knees next to Danny’s. This is wild. A few groans and creaks—no problem. My midsection is happy... oop. Shoulda taken off my skivvies.

Danny wrapped his arms around Tony’s back and pulled him down tight. He licked Tony’s earlobe quick before he could turn his head. “Mmm.” It felt wonderful to have Tony’s full weight on top of him.

Tony did him one better and stuck his tongue in Danny’s ear and wiggled it.

Danny shuddered with delight; an incredible tickling sensation extended from where Tony’s tongue lapped in his ear all the way down to the back of his balls, forcing him to squirm and giggle. His hands moved down inside Tony’s skivvies and caressed the buns—Danny pushed his very hard and impatient cock upward.

Tony squeezed his buns tight and pressed back; he turned his head to kiss. Danny’s face was in the shadow. Tony couldn’t see him very well—that’s okay—he knew what was looking back.

They had to do this for a while. It was awkward... it was difficult... but they had been forced to be apart for over ten hours now... they had to get caught back up.

The vigor and intensity built slightly, and the cot began to complain. It did not approve of these stresses, especially when they were moving. It complained louder.

Tony noticed it first, and pulled his head back. “Not a good sound.”

“Hum?” Danny was oblivious... totally involved in learning Tony’s way of kissing. It’s good to catch my breath, though.

“The cot. I think it might give out.”

“Oh.” Danny wasn’t worried. There were two more; he’d wear them all out, gladly. He squeezed Tony’s buns again. “Nice.” The sensation of cloth on the backs of his hands and the pressure of the elastic waistband annoyed. “I suppose it would help if you took off your shoes and skivvies.”

“Good idea.” Tony pecked Danny on the mouth. “You have to let me get up, though.” I like Danny’s hands cupping my buns... I’ll come right back.

“Oh.” Darn. Danny pulled his hands up and opened his arms.

Oh is right: getting off is a lot trickier than getting on. Hmm. If I press down with my hands, will that make the wood break? How can I do this? He put his arms down to his sides and tried to swing his left leg out... “ugfh!”

The center of gravity shifted too far—the cot tipped him off.

Tony rolled off onto the ground with a bump. Ow! that hurt.

“Are you all right?” The cot had almost turned over. Wow.

“Yeah.” The cot has to go—or rather, we have to go: onto the ground. Tony sat up. Might as well take off shoes. “So where can we play, anyway?”

Danny swung around and sat on the edge of the cot. If only I had a couple of those pillows. I didn’t think about asking—Nick would have said yes, probably—they have extras. Too late now. “Should we just move the cot out of the way, or something?” I didn’t think about this at all.

Tony was counting on something a little cushier, actually. “There isn’t a spot around here like we had this morning, is there?” The duff layer up there was pretty good. He pressed his foot on the ground. Yep. Real packed earth, all right.

Danny shook his head. “Wait!” I just remembered. “On the way to the spring! some nifty patches of grass—you know, the real bunchy kind? I bet we could find a place there easy enough.”

“You talked me into it. Grab your bag and show the way.”

Danny leapt up with a giggle and grabbed his bag and pillow. He was about to step out of the tent. “Um... did you bring the...”

“You nearly stepped on it!” He stooped down and snagged the love grease. “Towel? I didn’t bring that.”

Danny flipped open his footlocker and tugged one out. This one might be getting a little crusty... he sniffed at it. Good enough. He handed it to Tony. He did a Mark imitation: “Onward, men...”

Tony laughed. “Not bad!” He failed at the goose attempt. Danny skipped ahead too fast. I’ll get him next time.

The moon was luxuriously bright. Danny flopped his sleeping bag over on the left side of the path... no one had trod there for a long time, if ever. It seemed to float on top of the tufts of grass as if on a cloud. The faint gurgle of the spring thirty feet away added to the effect. “We have to be quiet, though.” He pointed to the Zebra and Badger camps; they were only fifty or sixty feet away.

Tony glanced over to the Zebra camp; once they were lying down nobody could see them; he wasn’t planning to do a lot of talking, either. Besides, the spring was gurgling away—that will mask lots. “Why don’t you just open it completely? That way we’ll have oodles of room.” It isn’t cold out tonight.

“Good idea.” Danny stepped over and opened the bag wide and smoothed it flat. He smiled at what was becoming a ritual; he had done the exact same thing for Julian and Geoff in the supply tent. Now it’s time for Tony. “After you...” he gestured; Tony was the top this morning. It’s my turn.

Tony passed the tube and towel to Danny and stretched his arms out wide—he was about to perform a high wire walk. He raised his right foot and took an elegant step forward. His foot sank between the tufts of grass and he lost his balance. “Woop!” he laughed at his sudden pratfall. “We have to flatten this out.” He stretched out and rolled back and forth several times. The sound of coarse grass scrunching was muffled by the soft bag. “There!” Tony rolled to the center and spread eagled dramatically. He saw Danny’s shush warning. He lowered his voice: “Take me!”

Danny was ready. He stepped onto the bag between Tony’s legs and got down on his knees. He removed the cap and squeezed enough KY out to cover his two fingers and cock. He replaced the cap and leaned back to put the tube in the path where they could find it easily.

Danny’s preparation was efficient and sure—Geoff had trained him well. He walked his knees up past Tony’s, and lifted Tony’s right knee. Tony raised his left. Danny worked himself closer. He bent down and took Tony’s cock into his left hand. He looked at Tony’s face briefly... he is so very handsome. He kissed the tip, pulled down the foreskin and sucked the cock tightly all the way down his throat.

“Ohhh!” Tony sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment. Danny is very good at that! Oh boy!

Danny lifted Tony’s scrotum with his left hand and put his right forefinger in place. He worked it in as he sucked up and down, just as Geoff had taught him. This was his third time doing this—the other two were with Geoff. He was more turned on doing it to Tony, though. Tony’s method this morning wasn’t as good—he was in too big a hurry. Geoff didn’t teach Tony this, either... Tony’s going to be amazed.

Tony watched Danny work. Man, this boy is gorgeous! And very good at what he does, too! Wow—this technique is like Tom’s, only better. It’s wonderful! “Hoop!” Tony bucked involuntarily. Danny had just connected with his inside happy button. “Haa-aah! Easy, on that. I’ll blast real quick if you keep that up!”

Danny paused briefly—it meant a lot that Tony liked what he was doing. This is different than the other times. Tony makes me feel good... and so... so important. He slid his cock in. It went in without any protest, all the way. He held it in and bent down to kiss Tony. This was better than my fantasy. Oh yes. Way better.

Tony wrapped his arms around Danny’s back and returned his kiss passionately, hugging. He wiggled his butt lightly—he was eager to have some activity own there. A supply of pre-cum was moving up already—I’ll have a slippery abdomen before long.

Danny started to pump. Wow oh wow does this feel good. He went slowly at first—he wanted to savor this early stage. When he started to work it hard, it would be difficult to manage; the wild man in him always seemed to take over. He caressed the sides of Tony’s face as he kissed. Feeling Tony’s hands doing the same was very nice. He opened his eyes; wow. He didn’t remember closing them! The moon was so bright he could see Tony’s face just as clear as day. He’s so incredibly handsome!

Tony was so happy right now—he didn’t have the words. This is truly different than any time before... It’s a new physical high, but it’s more than that. He felt a surge of emotion that was entirely new and foreign and wonderful and overpowering. Looking into Danny’s eyes as they made love is... so intense. I’ll figure out what to call it later—right now I have to let it do what it’s doing. I felt that this morning, too... this is a lot stronger.

Danny moved his hands down Tony’s neck and slid them out to the edge of his shoulders. The shape was pleasing and strong. Cupping his hands on each shoulder tip was exciting. He gained a new, subtle leverage as he pumped. It helped him go all the way in; he could feel his balls slapping... that felt nice, too.

Tony delighted in the sensation of Danny’s balls softly banging against him... super hot. He pressed his fingers lightly on Danny’s back each time, and it became a regular rhythm for a while. “Mmm...” he hummed involuntarily... Danny had hit the magic spot, more solidly this time. It made him compress his thigh muscles, and his sphincter squeezed major kisses around Danny’s cock.

Danny reached his arms around Tony’s back and put his hands over the collarbone; his fingers assisted his push into Tony’s deepest place. His cock struck Tony’s magic button often, sometimes softly, sometimes firmly—it made Tony buck and pucker and hug like fury. Danny was about to let caution go to the winds... this is so intense. He kissed Tony’s mouth, synchronizing his tongue thrusts with his pumping.

Tony’s moans grew louder, more ecstatic. He had to breathe through the nose... it became labored and hard; soon he was snorting and sputtering like a stallion—he was about to begin the home stretch.

Danny’s torso muscles locked and his thrusts slowed. He was nearly there. He pulled back very slowly, almost pulling out, then drove in hard, slamming, knocking Tony back into the soft flannel. He was one thrust away... he could not stop. “Unnh!” He shot. He twisted his head to the left and raised it into the air. He stayed in and took a deep breath. He looked down at Tony—his eyes flashed and his nostrils flared. He pulled back for the second drive. He drove it home.

Tony was spellbound by Danny’s face. When he felt Danny’s hot jet hit inside, it triggered him; he pulled his hips back and pressed forward with his first shot at the same time Danny was pumping in. He couldn’t control a thing. It was perfect.

Danny continued, embracing Tony as tightly as he could. He felt Tony’s cock swell between them.

They each had six enormous shots.

Danny stopped, still inserted; he put his hands by the side of Tony’s shoulders and lifted himself up slightly. He was still breathing hard; so was Tony. He had to wait a sec.

Tony was awed. This was unlike any fuck he had ever had. His sphincter was still throbbing. It seemed to want more. It did another small pucker, involuntarily. Danny was still inside. How wild. He had never had that happen before, either. Danny’s cock is still pulsing; it’s wet down there.

Danny had experienced something new: he had accomplished something here. He had passed some kind of test or something. He had answered some questions he did not know he had. I owe Tony so much for this. Man. That was way more than I thought it was going to be. He felt his cock slipping around in a cavity full of his cum. Wow. I didn’t feel that when I was with Geoff... I pulled out right away. Oh—maybe I should pull out now. I don’t want to hurt Tony, or anything. He sat back at last and pulled out. He put his hands around Tony’s thighs and gazed at his face... he lowered Tony’s feet from his back onto the sleeping bag.

Tony was inert. He felt such a glow. It was good to have his breathing back to normal. He felt his anus try to relax and close; he might make a dribble. Too bad. I don’t want to move right now. All his muscles were taking a break. It was one of their rules after working this hard.

Danny didn’t bother with the towel. He wanted to stretch out and embrace Tony and rest. And kiss. He pulled Tony’s legs flat and climbed over onto Tony’s left side. He stretched out next to him: I have to look at Tony. He stared. It just occurred to him: I might be in love with Tony. What a surprise. He didn’t know what to say right now. He wanted to watch Tony for a while.

Tony became aware slowly that Danny was lying down next to him. He turned his head and met Danny’s gaze. Oh! The moonlight glinted in his eyes. Look at those exquisite curls... I have to kiss those puffy lips this very instant. He turned into an embrace. It was all he could do to lift his leaden arm and leg to hold Danny in place: Danny is not allowed to leave.

Their kisses had a gentle, caring quality now. The fervor had been satisfied. After a few kisses, they were content to rest in silence. They weren’t sleepy, oddly enough. But they were tired. Neither of them had come up with what to say aloud. Somehow that seemed to be okay. They took turns giving little hugs and hums.

Danny noticed that they were holding hands. When did we start that? He squeezed his hand and Tony squeezed back. A sudden breeze wafted over them.

“Ooo! Scoot over—I’ll pull the bag over the top.” Suddenly Tony felt chilly.

Danny was amused—we have our heads at the foot of the bag! “We’re all upside down!” He giggled.

Tony was smitten by that laugh. He had to kiss where it came from. I’ll try to do that every time I hear it. It will be one kind of kiss signal. “Mmm. This is cozy, now.” They had a decision to make about where to sleep; he didn’t want to be the one to bring it up.

“I like your kisses.” Danny was just being honest.

“Well, it’s a good thing—I plan to be a nuisance in that very department.”

Danny giggled automatically. He hadn’t finished before Tony was planting another one. Danny hugged him in return. “I wish we weren’t going home tomorrow.” He wanted to figure a way to get a setup like Nick and Tom had. Oop. Tony couldn’t find out about that! Not yet, anyway.

“Why? Is it too hard for The Nightsneaker to get into your bedroom back home?” He tickled Danny under the arm lightly.

Danny laughed. “Nightsneaker?”

“By day he masquerades as a struggling boy scout; at night, when the moon rises, he lurks around in search for The Perfect One.” Tony grabbed Danny by the hand. He hesitated briefly... “Last night he accomplished the mission.” Tony said that without the comic façade, automatically. He surprised himself. Blatant honesty was unusual.

Danny blushed. Does that show in the moonlight? Tony is funny—but he sure knows what to say. Danny wasn’t used to this kind of talk; he didn’t want to foul anything up by saying something stupid. He squeezed Tony’s hand instead, and leaned forward.

A long, tender kiss. They had to pause for a while, again. What had been said was terribly profound and important and unexpected. They needed to find the right way to conclude the night. They had to return to their tents and put in a full day tomorrow—and keep this whatever it is a secret. It isn’t something they were ready to talk about, either to themselves or anyone else. It had to settle somewhere in their brains first—wherever brains worked on that kind of thing.

“I lost my pillow somewhere.”

“Send the Nightsneaker after it; he needs a job, now.”

Danny broke up. “You’re so funny!” Nightsneaker. That’s cool, actually.

“Okay. Time to get a move on, men!” It was Tony’s turn to do a Mark imitation. He threw open the bag.

They were in shape now to face what had to be faced. Aside from a dozen or so love bumps on the way back to the Flaming Arrow camp, they stayed on task. The last kiss was exchanged... it took three attempts.

Tony was soon back in the Tiger camp, undetected by the demerit police.

It wasn’t easy to go asleep. They were satisfied, but they were not content. Why didn’t we just stay by the creek for a while longer?


Return to The Champions


Tony the Tiger