Pitching Tents

by Mari Thorne

"You afraid I’ll fuck a girl and remember I like pussy after all?"

  He scowled, "That's not quite what I meant, but sure, let's just say it is. I want to make sure that my ass is the only thing your dick wants. I get jealous too. And if we go bareback, you have to stay faithful to me or there's risk of some nasty STD shit happening."

  I shoved him lightly, "You know I'm just fucking with you anyway, right? I don't like the idea of sharing you either, so I can't sit there and tell you not to see other dudes when I'm out there picking up women... or dudes I guess."

  He let out a growl and I tweaked his nose, “You’re too easy. You've got my word that we're exclusive to each other for however long whatever this is. I'm having too much fun exploring your body to have any interest in anyone else.”

  The grin on Sean's face must have been a mile wide. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my chest, taking a moment to lick and nibble both of my nipples until they were hard and I was half-erect again.

  "What kind of spell did you put on me?" I groaned, pulling him close.

  He opened his mouth, then hesitated but didn’t answer. Instead of saying whatever he wanted to say, he rolled back over and let me spoon him until the door creaked open. Lou called from the front door, “Hope you two are fucking decent!”

  “Do we have to help with dinner?” Sean asked.

  I shook my head and kissed the back of his neck, "Dinner is Uncle Gary's thing, let's just cuddle a little while longer." I wrapped my arms tightly around him and didn’t want to let go, and that was terrifying.

  11

  Sean

  It's amazing how, when you leave your normal, boring, everyday life, things get more intense. I'd almost told Alan I loved him during our hunting trip, but I could never make the words come out. The fear of rejection was high. What if he didn’t love me back? What if he was too afraid to be loved by a man?

  We had sex again on Sunday morning after sleeping in when everyone left for the morning hunt. Andy had shaken Alan's shoulder and given him the lecture that his eight-year-old son had an easier time getting up early than we did. Alan told him to fuck off and covered his head with his pillow, so that went well.

  I'd asked Alan why he wasn't going hunting. That was the point of this trip, right?

  "Because I realized you don't like it. Did you ever like it?"

  I shrugged, not knowing how he wanted me to answer that. "This is your thing more than mine, if you want a trophy or meat or whatever, don't let me stop you. I'll even sit in the stand with you and keep you company, but I won't be shooting anything."

  “I don't feel like going anyway,” Alan snuggled deeper into the covers. “It's so much warmer and more comfortable here with you.”

  The weekend had been filled with moments like those, where he seemed so into me, like we were already an old married couple. Even Uncle Gary commented on how in-sync we were when doing the dishes, like a well-oiled machine.

  Then it was over, and we both had to go back to work. Little Hank had been the only one to shoot a deer the whole weekend, and I was happy that it wasn't the monster we'd let escape. I liked to hope that deer made it into some deer sanctuary or onto a property with vegans.

  I sat at my desk staring at my laptop, trying to finish the report my coworker was begging me for. I'd been neglecting it, my thoughts constantly turning to Alan over the past week.

  What are you up to? I'm so fucking bored at work today, I sent the text without thinking and his response popped up.

  Play hooky with me, we can go somewhere exciting.

  I rolled my eyes. Seriously, is this middle and high school all over again? Now I remember why you were such a corrupt influence.

  If I was such a terrible influence, I must have done something to earn that title.

  You don't remember that time you convinced me to jump off the roof onto the trampoline?

  That's when you broke your arm, right?

  Yep, and then you and all the other kids ran because you didn't want to get in trouble. It was so peaceful after that, for a while at least. My parents grounded me until my arm healed, but I still had one arm I could jerk off with. I did it so much I thought my dick might fall off.

  There was an awkward lull in the texts and I typed, I miss you, then deleted it. I didn't want to seem clingy.

  Video games tonight? He asked. I knew I should wait a few minutes before responding at least, play hard to get. I waited approximately ten seconds before texting the affirmative. Yeah, I had it bad.

  I sat on Alan's couch, a controller in one hand, a can of beer in the other. I'd just beaten him in a round of Super Smash Bros. and I was taking my victory drink. “That's three rounds in a row I've beaten you."

  He set his controller down and leaned back on the couch, "What about the one where the computer won?"

  "I still beat you, you did the worst in that round," I pointed out.

  "I'm no match for your button mashing." He rolled onto his side lengthwise on the couch, his head dangerously close to my thighs. I held my breath. Had he invited me over just to play video games or had there been some ulterior motive? I'd been wondering all afternoon since the invite, and I'd even stopped at home first to shower and change clothes before coming over, like this was a date.

  The doorbell rang, and Alan jumped up to get it, greeting the pizza delivery guy. I grabbed plates and napkins and he tossed the pizza onto the table. “Extra large pepperoni, olive, and extra banana peppers.” We both loved our pizza the same way, which made splitting one easy.

  "Hell yeah," I grabbed a slice and dug in, promptly burning the roof of my mouth. "Fucking hot," I yelped, then kept eating.

  He grinned at me and let his slice cool before he started eating. "What do you wanna play next? MarioKart? Gears of War? Castle Crashers?"

  "I don't really care," I shrugged. "I'm just here to blow off some steam."

  "I've got something else you could blow," he wiggled his hips suggestively, and I almost choked on my pizza. "Hey now, I won’t let you keep eating this pizza if it keeps trying to kill you."

  "Sorry," I coughed, "Wrong pipe. It's fine. Just give me a minute." I wheezed a bit and drank my beer. "I wasn't expecting you to say something like that so blatantly. Give a guy some warning."

  "But it's funny when you react like that." He finished his slice of pizza and pulled out two more, wandering back over to the couch. He switched the TV over to an episode of Futurama and I joined him on the couch with my plate. In a moment of boldness, I sat closer to him than usual, our thighs touching. He was quiet, but he didn't move away. He kept eating, staring at the TV and chuckling at the jokes he’d heard a thousand times.

  I ate my pizza, waiting for him to make the next move. He wiped his hand on the napkin before putting it on my knee. I glanced at him and our eyes met. There was something in those blue eyes, something hungry, and not for more pizza.

  "I'm not sure how we do this now that we're back at home," he scratched the back of his neck idly. "I'm not even sure what we are."

  "Well," I put my palm on the hand that rested on my knee. "We're friends." His face fell, and I added, "Friends that need to discuss the next step in the evolution of our friendship."

  "Okay," he breathed out a loud sigh. "I can do that."

  "Good," I grinned, "So, what do we call a night like this? Why did you invite me over? Was it really just for video games?"

  He chuckled darkly, “Well, I wanted a way for us to hang out under normal circumstances, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have ulterior motives.”

  "Like sex?"

  He got up and pulled something out of his messenger bag. It was a manila envelope. He handed it to me and I opened the flap, pulling out a sheaf of papers. “I did the lab test. Had them scan for everything, since I was already in there. Anything you want to know is on that report, but the most important part is the last page.”

  I flipped to the end. "All clear."

  "Yep, what about you?"

  I unlocked
my phone and pulled up the charts from my visit on Monday, showing him the results, "Clean as a whistle."

  "You know, I've never considered whistles to be very clean."

  Shrugging, I dropped the phone onto the couch and turned, kissing him. "Does it matter? We can bareback now."

  He grinned at me, his face all lit up, "Thank God."

  “Now, here's the proper test.” The episode finished, and I handed his controller back to him. “Whoever loses bottoms.”

  12

  Alan

  I fucking lost. I really was trying to win, but even with Sean coaching me I did abysmally. I don't know why he was grinning so much.

  "Why are you so happy?" I grumbled. I was more disappointed in myself for being so shitty at this game, not for losing the bet.

  The grin spread even wider. "I'm happy because I get to try something new with you."

  “But you've done this before. It should be me that's happy, but I’m terrified instead.” I put my cup down with a shaking hand and took a deep breath. “Before we do anything though, I need talk to you about some stuff that’s been going around in my head.”

  “Okay, sure,” Sean sat up and looked me in the eyes, a worried expression on his face.

  “I think we figure out what we're doing here, once and for all. I’ve thought about it and I want to take you out, like on a proper date. With dinner and drinks and flirty conversation and all that. Is that something you want?”

  He looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

  "What?" I asked, voice shaking. What was wrong with me? Why was Sean of all people making me so damn nervous?

  “You want to go out with me? Like in public?”

  I looked away. “What’s wrong with that?” I mumbled.

  “Nothing!” He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I just assumed, I guess wrongly, that it would take a long time before you wanted to date me in public, if ever.”

  “You underestimated me. I do want this with you. I want to be with you.”

  He intertwined his fingers with mine, “Could we hold hands in public?”

  I looked down at his hand. Going to dinner with a guy was one thing, but PDA was the next level. I wanted to say fuck yes. If anything, to keep other people from thinking he was available. I'd never known myself to have such a possessive streak. But with Sean, the thought of someone even considering looking at him made me want to wrap him up in my arms and put my lips and teeth on him. I wanted to mark him up so everyone knew he was mine. I’d never wanted that with anyone before.

  Still, there was another thought, a terrifying thought. I wasn't ignorant to the state of the world. People getting attacked and threatened for their sexuality. I'd been one of those jock assholes making fun of gay kids when I was a kid. Was I strong enough to be on the other side of things and push back?

  Sean sensed my hesitation and pulled his hand away, but before he could slip his fingers from mine, I gave his hand a strong squeeze. “Yeah, I want to hold hands with you in public. Maybe even kiss you if I feel like it. And if people have a fucking problem with it, we'll tell them to fuck off.”

  He grinned and kissed me, "If we run into issues, there're places we can go that are more accepting."

  "What, like gay bars?"

  "Yeah, I've been a couple times. They're great. Everyone's so cool with whatever. You don't have to feel self-conscious. No one judges you."

  That sounded nice, but would I have to worry about other dudes checking Sean out? I didn't care if they hit on me, but if someone tried to buy Sean a drink or dance with him, I would definitely get jealous. I already had a pang of jealousy welling up inside me thinking about him going to those bars without me. Had he picked up men there and taken them home?

  “We don't have to decide on anything right now. I know what you're doing. You're stalling because you're afraid of getting fucked—”

  "Are we in a relationship?" I blurted. My pulse jacked up to double time, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was in uncharted territory and my brain didn’t know whether to abort the mission or have a total meltdown.

  His eyes widened again, and he hesitated, his voice shaking when he finally responded, "Do you want to be?"

  Unable to speak, I nodded. Then I squeaked out, "I think we should, right?"

  He nodded and kissed me again, and relief flooded through my body, like a weight I didn't know was there lifted off my chest. Kissing him harder, I pressed him into the couch and climbed on top of him. I pinned his arms by the wrists so he couldn't move as I licked his ear and nipped at his neck.

  Sean shuddered underneath me and he gasped, “I’m on top, remember?”

  "I know, I'm just teasing you." I got off and pulled him to the bedroom. "Let me get my prize for losing."

  "After this, you'll be begging for my dick every night," he teased.

  "What do I need to do to prepare for this?" I asked, my heart racing again, nerves getting the best of me. Why was I so scared? It was just sex, and I knew Sean wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I should have researched so I would know what to expect when the time came, but part of me hadn't thought it would come this soon. I'd been on the giving end though, and Sean seemed to enjoy it a lot, so why would it be so different for us to reverse those roles?

  "You could rinse off in the shower if you wanted to, get yourself all nice and clean for me. I don't mind either way."

  "Okay, I can do that," I turned the shower on and stripped out of my clothes. I knew I was just delaying the inevitable, but as soon as Sean mentioned the shower, I'd suddenly felt self-conscious about my body. I didn't want to be sweaty and dirty for him. Why did it bother me? I'd showered that morning, but thinking about Sean doing dirty things to me made me want to present the best side of myself to him. Yeah, he'd already been attracted to me for a long time, but I didn’t wish to disappoint him. Had he fantasized about this?

  Shortly after I stepped under the water, hands ran along my body and I flinched, startled. Sean laughed, pulling me close, his erection digging into my ass. "Sorry for scaring you, I couldn't wait. I wanted to join you."

  "That's okay," I relaxed into him, letting him play his hands over my body. He took my own into his hand, slicking his grip up and down my length. I moaned and arched into his grip.

  "I want to try something," he whispered into my ear before nipping it, making me shudder.

  “What—” I began, but he crouched behind me and pushed me against the glass wall of the shower. I sputtered and splayed my hands on the chilly surface, but before I could protest, he pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and buried his face in them. I jerked out of reflex, but his hands moved to my hips and he held me still. Rough stubble in such a sensitive area made me groan, until he began relentlessly assaulting my hole with his tongue, which almost had me coming right there.

  “Oh god,” I pressed my forehead against the glass, pushing my ass into his face. He ran his tongue around my sensitive rim, tasting me, then he pushed it inside, soft and wet and warm. It was so different from a finger. Firm, yet gentle. I did my best to relax and let his tongue do the work while I moaned and chanted his name like a mantra. “Sean, you fucking wizard, you motherfucking god of tonguing my asshole, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve to get eaten out by your beautiful mouth…”

  I fisted my cock, and it was all over in a blinding white heat. I came all over the glass, quivering as thick jets of semen dripped down the shower wall. I almost fell to my knees when he stopped and stood, wrapping his arms around me to steady me. He pressed his erection into me again, lips back by my ear, "Guess that experiment was a success."

  "Hell yeah," I turned and kissed him on wobbly legs, tasting myself on his lips. "Fuck, I never thought something like that could feel so good."

  "Wait until you feel my dick inside you," he gripped his hard-on and gave a little thrust. "Now let's get out of the shower before you run out of hot water."

  I nodded and turned off the water. We dried off and moved to the bed, whe
re Sean had already set up a bottle of lube, a towel, and what looked like a small dildo.

  "I thought you were fucking me, why the dildo?"

  "It's your first time having something bigger than a finger in there, right?"

  I nodded, still not sure where he was going with this.

  “Well, if we just went from my fingers to my dick, I don't think it'd be pleasant for you. It's a process, loosening you up. If you like this, we can experiment with plugs or something, but for now, I'll use this to prepare you for something larger. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my dick isn’t small.”

  I glanced down at his thick erection. Yeah, I’d noticed all right. “And you just brought all this stuff with you?” I raised an eyebrow. “To video game night?”

  He gave me a cheeky grin, "I may have also had ulterior motives. Now stop complaining and lay down on your stomach."

  I complied, laying where he’d spread out the towel. "Fingers first," he squeezed the lube into his hand and let it warm up before spreading my cheeks again and pressing a finger against my hole. I exhaled and tried not to clench, tried to just let everything relax so he could do his thing.

  His finger slid in easily, but considering what he'd done to prep me in the shower, it wasn't a surprise. The lube-slicked finger breached my hole with a slight burn and after a few in-and-out motions, he pushed a second finger inside. This was more painful than the first, but it didn't matter when he hit my prostate. Pleasure spiked through me and made me jerk, my dick already rock-hard again. "Fuck," I thrust into the towel and buried my face in the pillow.

  "I guess I found it," he said behind me, pride in his voice. He loved making me squirm just as much as I loved making him do the same.

  "Hell yeah you found it, I hope you keep finding it."

  He didn't need to be told twice. Just like his tongue had assaulted my ass, his fingers assaulted my prostate until I was a writhing mess, leaking precome into the towel and begging him for more.