It all started on a cloudy day at Camp Harry, my favorite summer camp. My favorite because not only is it a summer camp where its hard to go wrong, but everyone got cool nicknames. I was known as Obama Llama. It was first day of my last year as a camper, because after this year, I would have to sign up as a camp counselor if I wanted to return. So I knew I had to make this year special. But I wasn't quite sure how yet. That was until I bumped into Randy Dandy on my way to the mess hall. Sure I had seen him around here previous years, but something was different about this time. He just looked so...yummy. His skaterboy blonde hair went down to his eyes, his perfect white teeth glistened in the sunlight, and his unblemished fair skin just looked so amazing I almost fainted. I was so distracted by his beauty that I crashed right into him as he was walking the other way.
	"Oh, s-s-sorry," I stuttered. I was so mesmerized by his look that it was hard to talk. Up close, I could see his shiny emerald eyes and his pale, pink lips. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. My stomach filled with butterflies.
	"It's quite alright," he responded. His voice was deep but sexy. Just hearing that voice made me tingly.
	I noticed on the ground Randy had dropped some comics so I reached down to pick them up for him.
	"I got it," Randy said hastily, scurrying to pick up the scattered pages.
	"HEY, YOU TWO!" exclaimed a voice. We both turned towards it to see who it was. It was camp counselor Vagan coming down from the mess hall. "What do you think you are doing? You should have been at the mess hall seconds ago!" We both started to whimper an apology when they said, "I don't want to hear any of that sass. That's it, you asked for it. At the big party at the end of the week, you two are keeping bar! That's right! No party for you two! That will show you not to cross me again!" He walked away chuckling to himself. 
	I felt so bad for getting us in trouble that I left Randy to pick up his comic and walked down to the mess hall. I felt dejected as I was sure Randy hated me for getting the party taken away for him. But at the same time, I just couldn't get him out of my head. Something about him was just cemented in my mind. I had never felt this way for another boy before. Sure I had THOUGHT about other boys before but I had never had a crush on one in real life. It felt amazing.
	The week went on but because Randy and I were in different cabins, I was only able to catch glimpses of him. One day I saw him at the waterfront. It was there that I got a look at his perfect abs. It was suprise because Randy didn't look too muscular, but it was a welcomed one at that. Finally the last day of camp came. I was dreading that night because not only did I lose the last party of my camper career, I had to spend it with Randy, who surely hated me. But on the other hand, at least I got to spend it with Randy, the boy of my dreams. On another hand, I was certain Randy was straight, so it's not like it would go anywhere.
	Finally, it was time for the party. Vagan put Randy and me behind the bar with the two senior counselors, Dead Pigeon and Insert Blank Here. "You two will be here all night and serve non-alcoholic drinks to the other campers. You are in no circumstance to serve alcohol to the adults. That's the job of Pigeon and Insert. If I catch you two leaving your post, you will be in big trouble! You will be banned from Camp Harry! Also, one last thing," he said, holding up two costumes. One was a bottle of vodka and the other a giant ice cube. "Get it? It's Vodka on the Rocks. The most humiliating thing I could find. Here Randy, you can be the vodka and Obama can be the ice."
	As they walked away, Randy turned to me, "Geesh, talk about a Fun Police, am I right?"
	I laughed and then started offering up my planned apology. 
	"Hey, I just wanted to apologize for getting us in this mess in the first place. I feel so terrible. I understand if you hate me and-"
	"Don't beat yourself up over it. It's more Vagan's fault than anything. I'm sure you didn't mean to bump into me. I won't hold it against you."
	I was melting at his every word. Randy forgives me? That was the best news of my life up until that point. 
	As all the other campers came up to get their drinks, Randy and I talked and talked. We learned eachother's favorite colors, animals, video games, drinks, and all that surface level stuff. But suddenly things turned deep.
	"So out of both of your parents, which do you prefer?" I asked while pouring out some Mountain Dew for L4bell and Okk. 
	I didn't realize I had struck something in Randy. I saw a tear well up in his eye. 
	"Definitely my mum," he responded with certainty.
	Before I could ask about his reaction to my question, Pigeon and Insert interrupted us. "We are leaving. You two are in charge of the alcohol." I was about to ask about what they were doing but seemingly reading my mind, Pigeon quickly said, "We must go around the entire camp making sure none of these horny kids are doing anything they shouldn't be, if you catch my drift. And as for the no alcohol serving rule, it is being lifted for now until we come back." Insert then said, "You mean if we come back? I plan on checking on every nook and cranny. I'm leaving no hole unexplored, Pigeon." Pigeon quickly turned and gave him an evil eye, but his cheeks were bright red. "Ahem, as I was saying," Pigeon continued, "You two are still expected to stay here and serve drinks. If you leave then the mighty ban hammer will be swung upon you." As they left, Pigeon whispered harshly to Insert but I couldn't make out what he said.
	When they were out of earshot, Randy burst with laughter. Any trace of that tear was gone. When I asked what he was laughing about, he pulled out those papers that he had dropped the first day. 
	"I don't usually show people this but in this situation, I would gladly show it to a friend."
	I could have died and went to heaven right then and there. I couldn't believe that Randy Dandy considered me to be a friend. At that moment my heart melted. 
	Taking a look at the comic in his hand, it appeared to be an erotic graphic novel starring Pigeon and Insert.
	"I always knew there was something more going on between those two," he said.
	"What do you mean, that conversation didn't really prove anything, did it?"
	"Sure it did. Did you see the way he blushed when Insert said that he was leaving no hole unexplored? I can think of one hole they are definitely exploring tonight!"
	He handed me the comic. "The homo-erotic adventures of Dead Pigeon and and Insert Blank Here" the title read. As I looked through the comics I noticed there weren't any words, just drawings of Insert and Pigeon getting it on. They did it in every possible position. Missionary, doggy style, cowboy, and even bumper cars. You name it, it was in there. 
	"Wow Randy you are a very good artist. But how come you don't have any words? If you are struggling with finding a story line, I can come up with one with you."
	"That would be awesome!" Randy said excitedly. "Now I can reach my full potential! Thanks Obama!"
	"Oh wait, but it's the last night of camp. We won't have any time. What a shame." I said disappointedly.
	"Not necessarily. Here." 
	Then he wrote his phone number on my hand. My mind exploded with happiness as this meant that I will enevitably be able to see Randy again. I thought the night couldn't get any better. I was wrong. As I was about to grab the comic to return to Randy, he also reached for it. Our hands touched. I could feel his soft, warm skin for just a second before we both instinctively pulled our hands away.
	"Sorry," we both said in unison. Then we both laughed.
	"Hey why don't we get out of here? This place sucks anyways," Randy suggested.
	"Well we'd get banned for starters."
	"Only if we get caught," Randy said as he winked. "Who's gonna catch us? Pigeon and Insert aren't coming back tonight for sure. And even if we do get caught, we will still be able to see eachother without this place. And really a good friend is all that matters in life."
	Then Randy grabbed a bottle of booze and started running for the door, clearly expecting me to follow him. And follow him I did. I just couldn't resist. The boy of my dreams was calling out to me and I had to take that opportunity. So I snatched a bottle of vodka and ran out the door with him. Randy and I made our way to the waterfront, figuring that would be the most fun place to get drunk and talk. As we walked I noticed that the sun was going down.
	As we leisurely strolled down to the waterfront, Randy and I saw that in one of the cabins, the lights were on.
	"Yoooooooooooooooooo," roared Randy. "Who do you think is fuckin' in there right now? My money is on Insert and Pigeon."
	"I like your shipping of them and all, but there is no way in hell it isn't Super Luke. He just loves sexing whamen."
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	Randy and I approached the door of the cabin in complete silence. It was so silent, one could hear all the grunting and groaning happening inside. But there was another noise, it almost sounded like someone was giggling with glee. As we cracked open the door, we could see Insert and Pigeon doing it! Pigeon was tied up on the bed face down with a ball gag in his mouth, while Insert's glorious 12" punisher was on display for all to see. Curiously, in the darkened corner was a strange figure, they appeared to be having a very good time, with a grin on their face and eyes opened wide, soaking in the situation with their pupils.
	"Past the cheeks, through the anus, look out Pigeon, here comes my penis!" chanted Insert Scottishly.
	The unknown figure giggled with delight as Insert Inserted his massive ding-a-ling into his friend.
	"Yeah take in all of his mighty sasauge!" screamed the figure with pleasure.
	All Pigeon could manage to say through the gag was, "Sosig."
	At that point the unknown figure was known. It was RhysRaptor, hater of luke and lover of voyeur! Although very much intrigued by the situation, Randy and I decided to leave the three to do their thing and be on our way to the waterfront. As we shut the door we could hear Insert say, "It's time for the whip now my stinky-pinky." 
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	Randy and I were laughing all the way to the beach and when we got there, there was a very pretty sunset. But I remember it paling in comparison to Randy's sheer beauty. Even with that vodka costume on, Randy was just so good looking. But that mattered to me less now because as I started to get to know Randy, my lust turned to actual feelings. I felt a real connection with him. I wanted nothing more than for that connection to be shared and for it to grow.
	"I say we get to drinking away that memory," laughed Randy. 
	As Randy and I sat on the beach watching the sunset, drinking away, we continued to learn so much more about eachother. Randy's life was so well put together, he had so much going for him. Good marks in school, lots of friends, a nice house. But in my drunken stupor, I completely forgot about his reaction to my parent question back at the party, so I said, "Wow Randy you seem to have it all. Your parents must be very proud of you."
 	The tear returned to Randy's eye. As it ran down his cheek, more began to form. I could see the pain in his eyes.
	"Yeah...my parents." His lower lip began to quiver. 
	"What's wrong, Randy?"
	"My dad... he died right before camp started. I haven't even had time to process it." His eyes were now flooded with tears. There was a constant stream down his face. "It's just so hard you know. When someone you know becomes someone you knew, you would do anything to change it, but there is nothing you can do. I just miss him so much."
	Then Randy's crying turned to wailing. He threw himself onto my shoulder and I embraced him tightly.
	"It's gonna be okay Randy. Just let it all out," I said as I stroked his back comfortingly. 
	We sat like that for a long time. But eventually the crying stopped and Randy pulled away from my wet shoulder and said, "Thank you Obama, that meant a lot to me, having your support. I've never been able to have that kind of moment with anyone before."
	"Anytime you need a shoulder to cry on, I'll be here for you Randy. Anytime you need to let your emotions out just let me know."
	"There is one more emotion I need to share with you," Randy confessed. "I like you Obama."
	At this point I was very inebriated so I said, "I like you too Randy. You're the best friend I've ever had."
	"No, you don't get it Obama. I don't just like you as a friend. I like like you. I've never felt so strongly about anyone before."
	I was so blown away by Randy's confession that I we just sat there in an awkward silence.
	"I'm-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I understand you don't feel the same way. Sorry to make things awkward, I just-"
	Then I kissed him. It was just a little peck on the lips but It felt amazing. As I pulled away, I could see that Randy's eyes were wide, apparantly not expecting the kiss. The awkward silence returned. I began to mutter an apology when Randy slammed his lips against mine. I pressed back, feeling his soft, gentle lips with mine. I lightly put my hand on his cheek affectionately. Then we both pulled away slowly. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like time stood still. My heart was beating out of my chest, I felt light headed and tingly.
	"Wow," we both said in unison.
	"Would it be too soon if we... you know... went further?" asked Randy sheepishly.
	"It wouldn't be for me if it's not for you," I replied equally sheepish.
	"I've never been with another boy before," admitted Randy. "I don't know if I will stay turned on."
	"How do I turn off a bottle of vodka?" I asked seductively. 
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	Then we went in for another kiss. This time, our lips didn't stay together. I felt his tongue with mine as I leaned Randy back and I put my body over his. With one hand, I grabbed his ass, and with the other I started unzipping his costume, revealing his bare back. Randy fondled my bulge and started unzipping me as well. We took off eachother's costumes, revealing our underwear underneath. Randy pulled away from our sloppy kiss and panted sexily.
	"Obama," he whispered. "I'm not quite ready to have anyone see me fully nude. Maybe we can take this into the water where things are dark?"
	I gladly accepted the offer. We waded into the water and removed the rest of our clothing. We picked up right where we left off, returning to our passionate kiss and fondling of eachothers' bodies.
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	Everything was going like it should, that is until it happened. An undertow came out of nowhere and dragged me and Randy underneath the water. I popped up out of the water in a fast moving current.
	"Randy!" I called out. "Randy!"
	Randy popped up out of the water panicked. We locked eyes when we were suddendly pulled back under. We fought our way back to the surface but we kept getting dragged back. We called out for help every chance we got. We were drowning and we both knew it.
	In between gasping for air and drowning I said, "Randy, *gasp* I have to tell you that I *gasp* love you Randy. I love you more than I have ever loved anything *gasp* In my entire life Randy."
	"I love you too. At least *gasp* I can die happily knowing *gasp* that I've found the love of my life and that we get to *gasp* die together. I don't care about death as long as we die together."
	Then we locked eyes one last time before we were taken by the ocean.
	...
	I woke up three days later in a hopital bed surrounded by my family.
	"Thank God you are awake," they said. "Luckily for you someone heard your screams and came to rescue you."
	But I wasn't interested in them. I only had one person on my mind.
	"Where is Randy?" I asked.
	"Who?" asked my mother.
	"The boy I was with. Where is he? What room is he in, I'd like to visit him."
	"Obama, your friend...he...he didn't make it."
	"Oh he didn't make it to this hospital. Which one is he staying at?" I asked in complete denial.
	They just shook there heads.
	"No. No. No. No. This can't be right. Where is Randy?" I cried, tears rollng down my face. "Where is he?" I demanded. "We were supposed to die together!" 
	I broke into hysterics going on and on about Randy for hours and there was no way to comfort me. I was balling, wailing, crying out for Randy. I felt as though I couldn't live without him. It's been a week now and I still feel the same way. That's why you're reading this right now. Because I've joined him in heaven. I'm sorry to all those I'm leaving behind, but I am now with the love of my life in the great beyond. I'm sorry you had to find me this way mom and dad, I hope you understand. After all, you both found true love, now I must be with mine.
																			Goodbye to all,
																					Obama Llama