by Zane Menzy
“I told you. Because she was tired,” Keegan exclaimed, he could feel Liam’s eyes examining him, as if looking for the problem.
“True.” Liam stopped staring, he opened the door to his car and jumped inside, winding the window down. “Did you want to catch up this evening? I should be home by 7 o’clock, just pop round any time after that.” Liam looked up at him naturally expecting a yes.
“I can’t tonight, sorry.”
Liam frowned, surprised by the answer. “How come?” He began to smile. “You haven’t gone and replaced me with another man have you, Keegan? You slut!”
Keegan laughed at the girly voice Liam put on. “No, you’re still my main man.”
Liam nodded. “Good to know. So how come you’re busy?”
“Very much against my will I’m being taken away for a boys’ trip away to the middle of fucking nowhere with Damon.” Keegan sighed, letting Liam know just how much he didn’t want to go.
“Damon’s a cool sort, you should have fun,” Liam said.
Keegan wasn’t impressed. “He’s like nearly fucking forty. How on earth is that gonna be fun?”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t act it and it isn’t like your pushing him around in a wheel chair,” Liam said. “Anyway where is this middle of nowhere you’re going?”
“Lakes Forest Park.”
“That’ll be mint. Heaps of tourists there… like hot Swedish backpacker types, all gagging for a bit of fine kiwi meat.”
“You’re welcome to swap places and go instead of me,” Keegan muttered.
Liam chuckled. “Nar, you need some time with a positive male role model. I can’t be the only one teaching you how to be a man.”
“Har, Har. Very funny, Dad,” Keegan groaned. “The only thing positive about Damon would be his urine after a drug test.”
Liam rested his head back in the car seat, laughing to himself. “That is exactly why he is a good influence on you.” He put his seat belt on and started the car. “Anyway give me a call when you get back, okay?”
“Will do.” Keegan stepped away from the car and went to walk back inside.
“Hey, Keegan,” Liam called out, his head poking out the window.
Keegan spun back around. “Yeah?”
“You’re a great guy. It’s Tess’s loss not yours.”
On those flattering words, Liam departed; leaving Keegan with a bit of warmth to see him through a chilly trip away.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
A Rebel Streak
The trip up to the bush clad ranges that were home to the Lakes Forest Park, had been long and tedious. What felt like endless miles of tight bends along craggy roads, just went on and on. Keegan had sat in the passenger’s seat, glancing at his cell phone, praying for a message from anyone to relieve him from communicating with the scoundrel driving the car.
Damon jabbered on about his awesome life up in Auckland and how much fun Keegan would have if he did decide to move up there. “Just think how good it would be. You’d be able to see more of your dad and come party with me, K dog.”
Keegan had just nodded, grunting in response and basically did all he could to avoid sharing any spoken words.
The ranges stretched high above the regions farmlands, granting an adventure playground for tourists who had the cash to afford the absurd pleasure of bungee jumping, white water rafting or even just a treetop, suspended walk. Nature and danger bundled together as a commercial package did not come cheap. Keegan wasn’t much of a thrill seeker and doubted he would do any of the shit Damon probably had planned, at most he would probably just enjoy going somewhere different; swimming in the tranquil clear, water lakes and wander some well-trodden tracks through native bush.
It was nearly dark by the time they had arrived at the visitor’s center which sat at the entrance to the fun-filled forest. They spoke briefly with the ranger, a short, cross eyed man who walked with a limp thanks to a gimpy leg. He led them to their camp site while Keegan looked around at the wooded hills, wondering if they did indeed have eyes. As they walked through the alleys of cabins and tents, the holiday hot spot felt a bit lacking.
The place was busy but far from packed. Keegan looked out for the hot Swedish tourists Liam had told him about. There were none. All he could see was a bunch of middle aged folk holidaying with their children who ran around squealing, having water fights.
Along the way the ranger pointed out the facilities; the laundry and ablution block, a games and family room, and a lookout up the top of a steep hill which was the only place nearby that could pick up any sort of cell phone coverage, he informed them. An overnight trip here with Damon was bad enough, but finding out he would be without modern technology to amuse himself with just seemed cruel.
Keegan was pleasantly surprised when the ranger stopped in front of a decent-sized one room cabin at the far end of the camping site. At least Damon splashed out for more than just a tent for the pair of them to stay in. The brown abode with its green trim didn’t look too shabby at all. It was far enough away from the families that Keegan’s ears wouldn’t have to suffer any screaming tantrums. The ranger handed Damon the key and left them to settle in.
Once inside, Keegan could see there was a small kitchenette below the front window. A table with two red plastic chairs sat at one end of the single room cabin, while at the other end two single beds hugged opposite sides of the cabin.
Damon went and chucked his bag on one of the beds, he plucked out a towel and new change of clothes. “Right, I’m off to have a shower and get pretty.” He smirked at Keegan. “You gonna come have a wash?”
Keegan sat down on the other bed. “Nar, I’m all good.”
“You should come have a shower, K dog. It might wash off your bad mood.” Damon dug a hand back inside his bag and pulled out a fancy shower gel and moisturizer. “You been glum all day.”
I wonder why, genius.
Keegan forced a smile. “I think it’s just from all the drinking last night,” he lied. Besides he’d already had a shower just before they left, another dousing of water under a shower nozzle seemed redundant.
Damon tucked the shampoo and moisturizer inside his towel, he extended a hand across and ruffled Keegan’s hair. “That’ll do it to ya.” He looked down at Keegan, staring him in the eyes. “Fuck, you look so much like your mother it’s not funny.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” Keegan said. He smoothed out his hair from Damon’s follicle tussling.
“Unless I am saying you look like a girl then of course it is. Even you must know your mother’s a fox.” Damon quickly laughed. “I know, I know. Not something you wanna hear.”
“You could say that.” Keegan rubbed his knees, wanting Damon to leave the room already.
Damon walked towards the door, stopping just before he stepped outside. “I nearly forgot,” he said, wearing a hopeful smile. “Have a look in the side pocket of my bag.” Before Keegan could respond, Damon disappeared out the door.
Keegan stepped over to the other bed, fishing his hand into the side pocket as instructed. He pulled out a firm crème envelope. He smiled, knowing what was in it. The main reason for tolerating this bullshit getaway. With hungry fingers he tore open the seal and opened up the card.
Holy shit!
Keegan was astonished at the generosity that fell out of the card onto his lap. Three hundred dollars! He had expected maybe a fifty or one hundred at best, not this much. It wasn’t enough to forgive Damon of his betrayal, but it didn’t hurt. Keegan picked up the notes and rubbed the money between his fingers, imagining what he could waste it on. Out of moral obligation he glanced back inside the card, despite not giving a fuck to whatever was written inside.
Happy Birthday K Dog
I hope your 18th is as great as I remember mine being. I feel privileged to have watched you grow up and am so proud of the man you are becoming. Love, Damon
Keegan scoffed at the empty words. He tucked the money away in his shorts pocket, and lay down o
n his bed. Within seconds his mind wondered to the familiar place of sex. He began thinking about how he had seen Tess outside, her legs spread apart, Damon’s face buried into her. He felt a bizarre contradiction throbbing in his cock. He was angered by the memory, but turned on at the same time.
That should have been me down there, licking her out.
Keegan took a deep sigh, sliding his hand down his torso ‘till it landed on his growing bulge. He closed his eyes, groping his growing erection through his clothes. He imagined how Tess would have sounded when Damon properly fucked her. Her virgin pussy taking his cock, inch by inch, while he sucked and flicked his tongue over her nipples. Was she noisy? He wished so badly he knew the answer to this question.
Whenever they fumbled around with hand jobs and fingering, Tess only ever whimpered in hushed tones. He knew he was blessed with the size to do what his fingers couldn’t; get her moaning so loud neighbors would hear. A shudder of resentment momentarily halted his passion as he wondered if Damon was bigger than him. Probably. The guy seemed to be a winner in everything else. Cunt.
Keegan shook the imaginary dick contest out of his mind. He tugged his shorts down, releasing his cock and wrapped his fingers around his pole with an urgent squeeze. He closed his eyes and let his heavy breaths relax to a zephyr flow. His furled fingers began working up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Keegan licked his lips, beating away, summoning the cum in his balls to rise to the surface.
He stopped jacking his cock mere seconds before he knew he would orgasm. When you wanked as much as Keegan did, you knew your limits like the back of the hand helping you reach them. He didn’t want to cum just yet. He wanted to draw this out a little longer.
He let his mind change the scene to a happier moment, albeit a guilty one. Kissing Liam’s body, sinking his teeth into Liam’s pretty skin. Seeing the love bite on Liam’s neck had been a thrill in itself. Knowing that his horny encounter had been real. That it had left behind visible consequences.
Keegan got a kick out of knowing that for the next week Liam was wearing traces of passion left behind by another male’s mouth. My mouth. If only it had gone all the way. Still, Keegan knew that had Liam been any less drunk than he had been, then his best mate’s straight senses would have never allowed such an offering of the flesh.
Keegan sat up and stripped his shirt off. The cool air in the room licked at his heated body. He lay back down, scuffed his shoes off, biffing them to the floor where they fell with a heavy clunk. He raised his bum off the bed, hoisted his shorts down to his knees before pulling his feet out of them. A rebel streak coursed through his veins.
He lay on the bed with his legs spread apart, wearing nothing but his white sport socks. He lifted his chin, staring down at his tanned, smooth body that broke out in brown, curly pubes just above his cock which stood high— throbbing to attention. He let his fingertips graze over his chest, stopping to make slow circles around his nipples before heading south. The tip of his dick glistened with a tiny bead of pre-cum leaking from his piss slit.
As he admired his own sex appeal, he realized how much hairier down there he was than Liam. He cupped his furry balls, wondering if he should shave it all when he returned home. Maybe Liam could show me how? He knew that was wishful thinking.
He bent his knees up so he could stroke beneath his nuts. He let his finger slide further round till he felt the fine hair inside his arsecrack. A perverted idea he had never had before struck him. Should I?
Keegan retrieved his hand and sucked on his index finger, lathering it up with spit. He lowered his hand again and guided his finger to the entrance of his arsehole. He took a deep breath, bracing himself to try something new. With a soft push, he pressed his fingertip inside his ridiculously tight anus. Fuck that hurts. He didn’t dare move as he waited to see if his arse could relax a little. He tried imagining it was Liam’s thick dick inside of him. He had no idea what Liam’s cock looked like when hard, but he knew it would have to be beautiful like the rest of him—and no doubt fucking massive!
Keegan worked his finger in and out, slowly and softly, trying his hardest to fit it all inside. For nearly ten minutes he finger-fucked himself, desperate to go deeper but couldn’t bring himself to get more than half his finger inside. His hole was burning from all the friction. He gave in and slipped his finger back out. His body jolted in shock, the withdrawal hurt more than the entry.
He wiped his finger on the bed sheet while his hole tingled with a strange feeling like it still had something inside. As much as he would love to have sex with Liam, he couldn’t ever see himself being the one taking it up the arse. If the finger was anything to go by then it was nothing but pain.
Keegan knew he was running out of time. He grabbed hold of his dick and tugged on it furiously, horny to get the job done before Damon came back. His steady strokes worked their magic, his balls soon tickling with the spark of an orgasm. His climax felt so intense, he squeaked an almost girly sigh as his cock thrusted out a stream of hot spunk that splattered all over his stomach and chest. One hefty dollop even landing on his chin. His teeth chattered slightly as his body recovered from such a strong release. Keegan took a few deep breaths, breathing in the calmness that came after such a good toss.
He pushed himself up with his elbows, careful not to spill any cum on the sheets. What the fuck am I gonna use to clean up? Keegan hadn’t thought that far ahead. There was no endless supply of Kleenex tissues at his disposal here. He looked at his shirt but knew that would be too blatantly obvious and would have to be hidden in his bag where it would smear cum through his clean clothes.
In a moment of teenage ingenuity, Keegan peeled off his socks, using both of them to sponge up his spilled seed ‘till they were both damp and sticky. He rolled them up and tucked them inside his sneakers. In a spritely motion, he chucked his clothes back on so Damon would be none the wiser to his internally-intimate wank.
Keegan sat around, waiting for Damon to return. The guy was gone for ages and Keegan began to think he was not coming back. Keegan was overcome with boredom sat alone in the cabin.
Just as he was about to give up waiting for Damon to return, and go explore the campsite, the door swung open. Damon walked in dressed like he was ready for a night on the town. His collared light blue shirt was undone down to the second button, scraggly chest hair creeping up to the base of his neck. His legs looked sleek in dark jeans that had a metallic shine to their posh material. Keegan spotted, tucked under Damon’s arm with his wet towel, a bottle of whiskey. Its golden brown liquid glistening as it shook in the bottle.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, K dog.” Damon dropped his wet towel down on his bed and held up the bottle of booze. “I went and got us this to take along to the gathering.”
Keegan’s forehead crinkled. “The gathering?”
“Well not so much a gathering more an intimate huddle,” Damon said. “There’s two women camping in a tent a few rows down that I bumped into and they invited us back for some drinks, so I went back to the car and got this old fella from the boot.”
“You planned ahead,” Keegan mumbled. He then remembered the generous gift of money in his pocket and chirped his voice up to a happier tone. “Good thinking. And thank you for the card and money.” Keegan smiled.
“Not a problem. Your only 18 once so I hope you spend the money as unwisely as possible,” Damon said.
Keegan nodded. “You can count on it.”
Damon stared up at the bottle, mesmerized by the good times it was capable of providing. He looked down at Keegan sitting on the bed. “Well, come on. We gotta go. They’re waiting for us.”
Keegan went to snap back and say he didn’t want to go but thought better of it.
“Hurry up, Keegan,” Damon’s voice rushed out at the speed of its instruction. “We don’t want to keep them waiting.”
The bossy command set Keegan into action he stood up and hovered around looking for his shoes, without thinking he pulled out his socks
that sat inside his sneakers and slid the first one on his foot.
Oh fuck!
His face turned sour at the feel of sticky residue beneath the sole of his foot.
Damon caught him wearing the foul look. “What’s wrong? You look like you just shit your pants.”
“Uh… nothing.” Keegan couldn’t step out of his sex stains now without giving his deed away. He picked up the second sock and slid it on his other foot, and put his shoes on. He walked after Damon, following him to begin their night at the intimate huddle, feeling his cum squish between his toes with every soggy step.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Ticking Time Bomb
“You’re a fucking riot, you are,” the tipsy woman said. She snorted as she began laughing at Damon waddling with flailing limbs, impersonating a three-legged elephant he claimed to of seen on a recent safari trip whilst travelling through Africa.
Keegan sat, stunned by Damon’s confidence in spinning absolute bullshit. If lies could rot teeth, then Damon would be wearing dentures. The Africa trip only came up after the woman—a curvy blonde in her late-thirties who introduced herself as Boozy Sue—claimed it was her dream holiday destination. As far as Keegan knew Damon had never been, but then if the woman had said she wanted to go to the moon then the dickhead would probably claim to be a fucking astronaut.
Boozy Sue was definitely living up to her name, she had come close to falling out of her chair more than once and her lap was soaked from spilt wine. Sitting next to Keegan was Boozy Sue’s best friend, Carrie. She was plainer than her drunken friend but was at least capable of stringing together a sober sentence. Carrie was rake thin with shoulder length mousy brown hair which framed her face with its hard features as sharp as her bony shoulders. A striking contrast to her soft, sweet manner.
Two hours earlier when they strolled over to join the women, Damon had made it clear he was after Boozy Sue, despite a comment how she was a little older than what he would normally go for. No surprises there, Keegan thought; considering the guy had only made his dick wet the night before with an eighteen-year-old. Apparently Boozy Sue’s flaw of being born in the same decade as Damon was offset by her magnificent tits. Damon had licked his lips, holding his hands out in front of his chest, when he described their big bouncy size, insisting to Keegan that at the end of the day any hole was a goal.