Pitching Tents

by Mari Thorne

  "Alan has a love bite," Lou explained. I glared at him and he gave me a cheeky smile. I would have kicked him under the table if I could reach him.

  “You’d know all about them,” I rolled my eyes. Lou was a freshman in college, and from what I’d heard from his dad, he’d been very popular with the girls on campus.

  "What's a love bite?" Hank asked.

  Lou gestured wildly with his fork, “Well, when two people—”

  Andy shot Lou a warning look. Lou had no tact, even around children. Andy turned to Hank and explained, "Sometimes people who like each other bite each other. Biting isn't always a bad thing, but you have to make sure the other person is okay with it. Otherwise, biting is bad."

  "So what happened to Sean's neck?"

  Andy glanced up at Sean. "Well, that's another thing people do to each other when they like each other."

  Hank touched his own neck, "Does it hurt?"

  Sean shook his head, "Nope, I'm fine."

  "My neck hurts a little," I said. "It was a hard bite." Just thinking about it made my dick twitch.

  "I hope it feels better soon. Who did it to you? Did you bite them back?"

  I laughed. How should I even respond to that? Sean looked away, and I thought about it for a moment. "A close friend did it, and I didn't mind."

  Sean finally looked back to me with wide eyes, and I smiled at him. Andy looked at us funny. Did he know the truth? I didn’t know how I felt about that. Even Uncle Gary was watching, silent as he ate.

  "Finish your dinner,” Andy said to Hank, pointing to the cut up steak. Hank attacked his food and excused himself to go brush his teeth afterward. We had to get up before daylight next day for the morning hunt, and it was the only time I’d ever seen him eager to get to bed. Andy finished his dinner and began the cleanup, "Alan, can you help me with the dishes?"

  "Sure thing," I grabbed some plates and took them to the kitchen, where we hand-washed everything in silence.

  "I'm not stupid," Andy said when he handed me a plate to rinse and dry.

  I shook my head, "I never said you were.”

  "I see what's going on. When you and Sean left for the stand, neither of you had those marks, and now you have fresh hickeys and a bite mark on your neck? Unless some forest nymphs attacked you two, you did that to each other."

  I raised my hand up behind my neck and scratched, sheepish. "So what if we did?"

  “Are you—?” He couldn't finish his sentence, but I knew what he meant.

  "So what if I am?" I challenged. I still didn't know what I was, exactly. A few weeks ago I would have insisted I was straight. But straight guys didn’t rub dicks with their best friends in a deer stand. Gay, straight, bi, I hadn't had time to sort out all my issues yet.

  “I'm not dad. He might have freaked out, but I’m not against it. I'm not a bigot or anything.”

  “Andy, I never said you were. And honestly, Sean and I are still sorting a lot of stuff out right now. I don’t really know what this is. It’s all super fucking new.”

  "Well, whatever you two do together while you're here while you’re sorting stuff out, please remember that Hank is around. Eight is an impressionable age."

  "Don't worry, I don't plan on traumatizing your kid."

  "You might traumatize Uncle Gary too."

  "If we do anything—God I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you—we'd do it behind locked doors or somewhere where no one else could see us."

  “And keep the hickeys to a minimum too, or in easier to hide places. I don't want to answer any more weird questions from my son. We’re not ready for that talk yet.”

  "On it," I saluted him and went back to the dining room, dragging Sean into the bedroom with me.

  "I'm guessing he figured it out?" Sean asked after I shut the door and locked it, honoring my promise to Andy.

  I shoved him up against the wall hard enough to make a thumping noise and pressed my mouth to his, tasting the tart cherry pie he'd had for dessert. He moaned, and I pressed my erection against his and he hitched up his leg so I could get in closer. I growled with satisfaction, full of adrenaline from my conversation with Andy. Sure, I hadn't come out as gay, but I sure as hell wasn't het in his mind anymore.

  “He's a smart guy, and observant. He noticed the hickeys and love bites were new and put two and two together. We should have tried to hide them better.”

  "Sorry I put you in that situation, I know it's not something you feel comfortable about talking about or admitting."

  “He’s okay with it. Dad wouldn’t have been, but neither of us are my dad, thank God.”

  “Your dad had some backwards views on manhood.”

  “Yeah, but even if he was here, I’d still do this,” I kissed him again, rubbing my hand on his erection through his pants. He moaned into my mouth and that simple sound made me want to throw him to the bed and put myself inside him.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this, with people all around. Do you think they can hear us?”

  I winced. The walls muffled Andy and Lou’s chatter from the living room, but it was still audible. Water ran in the shower, Gary cleaning off. “Yeah, the walls are thin. Think you can be quiet?”

  His eyes widened, “Quiet during what?”

  I grinned, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I mussed his hair, and he frowned at me and smoothed it out. “First, I want to tell you something.”

  A worried expression crossed his face. “It’s not a terrible thing, but it’s important. Let’s sit.”

  We sat on the bed, thighs touching. I wanted to wrap myself around him so he couldn’t ever run off again, but I held myself back.

  I took a deep breath and let it out. I had to do this. We had to have this talk. “Before we go on with whatever this is, I want you to know that you're special to me. When you were in Texas, I thought I’d fucked up. My mind went to some gloomy places. I thought you might meet someone and just stay there. Your office has branches there, and you could have taken the simple way out if you wanted to. Hook up with some cowboy and get married and have kids.”

  "Yeah, until I realized that cowboy was boring as fuck. I spent the whole three weeks missing you." He gave me a coy smile.

  “Oh, you did? Thinking about what we did together in that tent?”

  He nodded and I adjusted myself before touching to two hickeys on his neck. Next time, I would leave more. He leaned into them, then nuzzled my hand like a cat, and I was back to having my mouth on him, first those lips, then along his neck. I peeled off his shirt and found his nipples, licking and sucking them until he begged me to stop in a hushed whisper. I nipped one of them with my teeth and pulled the rest of his clothes off until he stood in front of me wearing nothing at all.

  I pulled down my pants, almost lazily, making sure he was watching every move I made, and he was, with those hungry eyes.

  “You made me a promise.” I opened my legs and pulled him close so our dicks touched, only for a second, but that velvety contact was like sending sparks of pleasure down my shaft.

  “I did make a promise,” he knelt to the floor in one fluid motion.

  “I want you to suck it, but not to use your hands. Mouth only.”

  “Okay, I’ll try it,” he cleared his throat and took my dick into his hot, wet mouth. His teeth occasionally grazed me, but I didn’t mind. “Oh, fuck,” I sighed. I fought the urge to thrust. Sean had told me I didn’t have to go easy on him, and as much as that turned me on, I still didn’t want to hurt him.

  He took me in deeper, and I watched in fascination as my dick disappeared into those full lips, all the way to the back of his throat. He sucked and swallowed, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I fisted his hair and thrust into that sexy mouth. He gagged and I pulled out, but he shook his head and looked up at me with shining eyes.

  "I can take it," he whispered, taking my hand in his and putting it back on top of his head. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever said.

  I teased his lips wit
h my dick, slicking them with precome. I could tell he wanted it, craved it, by the wet spot darkening the red fabric on the front of his boxers. "You want to swallow this again?" My voice was deeper with lust, with whatever power he had over me.

  He nodded, a whimper in his throat, mouth open and ready to accept me.

  "God, I love seeing you like this," I said, twisting my hand in his hair. I pushed my dick back into that warm cavern and he sucked me in, all the way to the hilt, and this time I didn't stop when he gagged. I kept going, already so close, fucking that pretty mouth of his, his hands still behind his back just like I'd told him to sit. I'd never thought I was into this kind of kink. But something unraveled within me as I looked down at Sean on his knees, my dick punishing his throat, his soft brown eyes staring up at me, dark with lust.

  My balls tightened as my orgasm came upon me and I didn't even warn him. I put my other fist in my mouth to stifle my moans of pleasure and shot my load into his throat. He swallowed it greedily and sucked me dry, careful not to spill a single drop. I let go of his hair with a gasp and tried to pull out, but his hands shot out and held my hips in place. I rode the intense pleasure of his mouth on my dick, gasping and panting until I couldn't stand it anymore. I pried his hands off my hips and stumbled backward.

  Sean stayed kneeling on the ground, hands keeping him from collapsing, panting. He glanced up at me, eyes dark with need, the wet spot on his boxers glistening where his precome had soaked through.

  I sat on the bed and motioned him to come over. I stripped his boxers off and stared at his dick. “I'm not sure if I—”

  He stopped me in a husky, gravely voice, "You don't have to return the favor if you're not ready. Trust me, I enjoyed every second of that. I still kind of feel like I'm dreaming."

  "You're not dreaming," I kissed him again, this time more tender. After what I'd done to him with my dick, he deserved a gentler touch. I could taste myself on him, and the entire experience was intoxicating. Sure, I'd gotten blowjobs before, but most women weren't as eager. Most of them wouldn't swallow, and I'd never enjoyed tasting myself afterward. I always made them go brush their teeth, disgusted by the thought of my come in their mouth. But with Sean, I relished that taste. It reminded me of how eager he'd been. If I wanted to go again, I didn't doubt he'd fall to his knees and open his mouth just as wide.

  My hand brushed Sean's dick and he whimpered into my mouth, "What are we going to do with this?"

  I hesitated, "I brought lube this time."

  Sean's eyes widened, "Really? So you expected that we might do something?"

  "Well, after the last time we went camping, I realized my sex kit was truly not ready for everything. Lube doesn't have to be just for you, silly."

  His eyes flashed with disappointment and something else. Jealousy?

  “Don't be dumb, I had you in mind for this one.” I dug through my bag and pulled out a bottle labeled, “Boy Butter.”

  He read the label and started giggling, but when I opened the cap, he sobered. "What are you thinking?"

  "I think I'm spent for the night, but I want to make you feel good. Maybe we can do some other extracurriculars tomorrow?" I waggled my eyebrows. "This would help with prep, right?"

  He licked his lips and nodded.

  "Lay down," I commanded, and he immediately complied. Sean and I were compatible, it seemed, even in bed. Bedroom Sean was obedient, and that turned me the fuck on in ways I never imagined existed.

  I started by massaging Sean's magnificent ass. He moaned into the blankets and I chuckled, pouring a little of the lube into his crack and watching him squirm. "It's cold," he gasped.

  "It'll be okay," I teased him with one finger, rubbing my fingertip along the puckered hole. He gasped again, pressing his ass against me, trying to get me to put it in the rest of the way. "So eager," I teased.

  "You have no idea," he panted, rubbing his dick into the bed.

  I pushed, slowly, my finger breaching the tight bundle of muscle, finding the heat inside him. He shuddered and let out a sigh, relaxing around my lubricated finger until I was all the way to my knuckle. I pulled out and repeated the motion a few more times before adding a second. Things were tighter with two, but I could get more leverage. When I curled my fingers, I found it, that spot that made him utter a loud moan and jerk, pushing into me. I covered his mouth with my other hand, working him open with those two fingers, assaulting his prostate. He rutted against the bedding and moaned into my hand, letting himself go.

  He twisted his head to look at me, eyes pleading, and I flipped him over, pressing my mouth to his while I kept my fingers buried in his ass. I took his leaking, hard dick in my hand and pumped twice. His hole contracted around my fingers so tight I thought he might cut off my blood circulation before he spasmed and came all over my hands and chest, moaning into my mouth. I jerked him dry, and he whispered my name repeatedly. I pulled my fingers out and he curled into my arms, panting, both of us slick with lube and come.

  "I can't carry you to the bathroom," I whispered. "But we both need a shower."

  Sleepy brown eyes met mine and he smiled placidly and snuggled into my arms. "Just give me five minutes."

  9

  Sean

  "Can we just skip the morning hunt?" I snuggled into Alan's armpit after his alarm sounded, digging my morning wood into his thigh. The muffled noises of his family getting dressed and grabbing their guns filtered in through the thin walls. "Once they're gone, we’d have the place to ourselves."

  Alan chuckled and kissed the top of my head. "We can sleep in tomorrow morning if we shoot something today."

  I groaned. After that fantastic orgasm last night, we'd showered and collapsed into bed, both of us not bothering to put on clothes. This resulted in our very obvious arousal. It would be so easy to never leave the confines of the warm cabin, but to my disappointment, we were there for hunting, not fucking.

  "Fine," I climbed out of bed and pulled on my clothes from yesterday. I picked at a spot of dried semen on my shirt with my fingernail and gave Alan a conspiratorial smile. How’d that even gotten there?

  We each grabbed a banana and a canned coffee from the table and headed to the side-by-side, everyone else already on their way to their respective deer stands. I yawned. It was so fucking early, but we had to get into the stand before dawn. We had to be in there before that golden hour where the deer were active and we could actually see them. We climbed into the same deer stand as yesterday, Alan lugging the heater and a fresh canister of propane. It still smelled faintly of jizz and sweat. Could the deer smell it too?

  After he fired up the heater with a new canister of propane, we settled in for the watch. I quickly realized how much less awkward it was. The tension from the previous night had drained away. We were back to being comfortable with each other, but it was an unfamiliar comfort. Before, I constantly worried he would find out I had a boner for him, and it made me edgy. I would overcorrect or say stupid things and kick myself for it later, over-analyzing everything I said and everything he did in response. Now, we were on the same page, more or less. I was being honest with him for the first time since I'd fantasized about him while jerking off. There was something extremely liberating about that.

  Alan let his hand drop next to his side, and I looked at it. Well, there were still things I was over-analyzing. I still wasn't sure what we were to each other, and what he wanted from our friendship. Were we just fuck buddies? When we weren't together, was he still ogling women and going to bars to tame some strange? Was his hand there because he wanted me to take it in mine, or was he just tired? I dropped my hand too, trying to give him the hint I was okay with holding hands if that's what he liked to do.

  I glanced up and my eyes met his. He gave me one of those lopsided smiles that made him look so fucking adorable. "It's weird," he said, keeping that hand down by his side loose yet perfectly still, "If you were a girl, I'd know exactly what to do. You and I have known each other so long that I know what you l
ike and don't like to eat. I know you like to sleep on your right side and you're allergic to pecans, but what I don't know is if you'd want to hold my hand. I don’t know if you'd want to sit closer to me or if you always want to take it in the ass or you like to give too. All of this is so new to me and I'm fucking terrified."

  "You don't have to be afraid, dummy," I grabbed his loose hand in mine and gave it a squeeze. He squeezed back, nearly crushing my fingers before he let it relax. I scooted our chairs closer to each other and rested my head on his shoulder, pulling his hand into my lap. "If you want to know what I like, just ask. I won't bite."

  He cleared his throat, and I chuckled softly, "Okay, I bite, but not in the bad way."

  "So what is it?" Alan asked. "Do you prefer the top or the bottom? I figured since you liked the fingers you were a bottom, but now I'm not sure, since I never asked."

  "I'm glad you asked. I enjoy both, but I prefer to bottom. If you ever want to try bottoming though, I wouldn't mind. I'd like to feel my cock in your ass."

  He shifted in his chair and I saw that he was hard. "Already? Just from that bit of dirty talk?"

  "What can I say? I have an active imagination," he grinned.

  I took a deep breath, "I have a question for you, since we're doing this."

  "Okay, go for it."

  "What’s the future of… whatever this is that we're doing?" Shit, why was I asking this? It was too much, too soon. Too much pressure on him. "Never mind, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to."

  He looked away, frowning, "No, I want to answer. The problem is, I’m not sure."

  "If you decided that you didn't want to do this anymore, I'm not sure I could go back to being just friends," I said. "I know that's a shitty thing for me to say, but after all this, I can’t pretend anymore."

  "I wouldn't want you to go back to pretending. I want you to be honest with me. Do you know how mad I was when I found out you liked me?"

  Disappointment hit me, chased by a wave of fear. "Mad?"