Bear Pup

Karl caught his heel on the tip bar as he tried to escape the tent, falling and recovering quickly. He left at a pace that left little doubt of his physical power and speed. I collapsed back on my bunk and started to remove all I could of the 'white Brylcreem' from my forelock. After days of emotional turmoil and an epic orgasm, I just didn't have the energy to figure out what to do about/for/with Karl. I used my canteen to rinse out his cum-drenched bandana, squeezed it dry and flapped it about

It is a joy to write from Patrick's POV. His internal struggles are the humour he uses to defend himself surprise me constantly.

One reason I like first-person POV is that reality is supposed to be subjective. No human "really" knows what's going on, only what he perceives. If I'd written the same chapter from Karl's POV, Patrick would have seemed a aloof, arrogant, dismissive ass. I enjoy playing with perspective.

Thank you for the nice words! I am relatively new to writing (started in December), so anxious to find out what people like and don't.

I awoke the next morning in the following condition: Hot, sweaty, sticky (a brain cell named "!!!" awoke and checked: thank god, not *that* kind of sticky), confused (my room is not green canvas), hard as a rock and desperate for a piss. I peeled away the sopping sleeping bag (brain cell "?!?" awoke for that one; oh, lord, thank you! Not *that* kind of wet) and decided to sleep on top of it tomorrow. I started to stumble out of the cot when I realised I was not alone in the tent (return of "!!!"

Camp Sinnemahoning was a Boy's Camp in the highlands of Pennsylvania for not-quite-rich teens, 13 to 17 years of age (18-year-olds could return as "Leaders"). All the kids called it Camp Sin, though there was precious little opportunity for sinning (or so I believed when I was a stripling). I had been to camp in the summer of my 13th year, but the last three summers were pre-empted -- the first by the untimely death of my grandmother, the second by my father's promotion and move to a new city, a

Coming of age can be fun, scary, interesting, devastating, rapturous or horrifying. Sometimes all of the above and more. Canvas Hell brings together several guys on the cusp of manhood, each with his own demons. It is rife with teen angst, and more than a few tears. It is also a true love story, a young adult romance, because coming of age involves sex, but is not about sex. It is about becoming who the man that you will forever be.