Pitching Tents

by Mari Thorne

  "Okay, next step then, since your ass was so inviting to my fingers." He pulled the pink dildo off the bedside table and lubed it up. It was a small, formless thing, but when he pressed it up against my hole, he might as well have been trying to shove an elephant up there. I hissed and fisted the sheets as he slowly slid the dildo inside, stopping to add lube as needed. Once it pushed past that tight ring of muscle, it was much smoother sailing. When he finally had it all the way in, he left it there for a minute, patting my buttcheek affectionately before he slowly slid it out. Then back in.

  Experimentally, I clenched around the dildo, the sting of its intrusion almost gone. It felt… full, like nothing I’d ever felt before. And on top of everything, it was incredibly fucking hot to have Sean caring for me like this, preparing me for sex in such a loving, understanding way.

  I'd gotten so used to that feeling of fullness from his fingers, then the dildo, that it didn't feel right when he pulled it out. He fucked me with the dildo for a few minutes, letting my body get used to the object inside me. It went deeper than his fingers, but it was smoother and colder. It still wasn’t enough, it was like I had a void that needed to be filled and only Sean could fill it.

  "Don't worry," he smacked my ass lightly, and I jolted. "Damn, you're so sensitive." He grabbed more lube from the nightstand there was the sound of him squirting, then rubbing it onto his bare cock. For the first time, there would be no barriers between us. I almost came again from the slick sound of his hands lubing up his cock, the anticipation filling me. Sure, it was terrifying, but it would feel amazing. "Are you ready for this?"

  I nodded, my face in the pillow, not wanting to look him in the eyes. I didn't want him to see just how eager I was for this, just how much I wanted it.

  "It's okay. You just say the word and we can stop. I don't want you to do anything you feel uncomfortable doing."

  I lifted my head and glared at him. "If you don't put your dick in my ass right now, I'll have to hold you down and do it for you."

  "Well, fuck," he laughed, "That's the hottest thing you've ever said to me. Who knew you’d be such a needy bottom?” He maneuvered his slick dick between my cheeks and pressed himself up against my hole. "No going back now."

  The pressure built, and for a minute I thought it might not fit. That Sean's dick was just so wide that it wouldn't physically go inside me. But it did. He pushed, and I exhaled and fought to relax, to invite him in, and he slid inside, the head of his dick feeling impossibly wide as it stretched me. The worst of it was over in a few seconds as he pushed past that impossibly tight muscle, letting me close up around him. He stopped and I whimpered.

  "Are you okay?" he ran a hand down my bare back, rubbing my asscheeks.

  "I'm amazing. It hurts a little, but it's already starting to go away. Is that normal?"

  "Yeah, it's normal to have a brief pain, especially your first time taking a real dick. I should have gone slow with you. Fingers one day, dildo for a week, then my dick, but I needed to be inside you and I wasn't sure if I'd have another chance."

  “Well, keep going, you idiot.” I needed more, I needed all of him, I needed him to, “Fuck me!”

  He didn't have to be told twice. He chuckled and pushed further in. I groaned against the burn and the fullness of him inside me. It was nothing like I'd ever felt or imagined, but it was everything.

  "I'm all the way in," Sean leaned over me, hands by my pecs, breathing into the back of my neck. "God, you're so fucking sexy, I want to fuck you into next week."

  "So do it," I growled. When had I become so hungry for his dick? "Don't just talk about it."

  "I love it when you demand my dick. I'd consider making you beg for it, but I'll save that for another time. I'm close already. You're so hot and going bareback makes it even harder to last."

  I pushed my ass against him and he got the hint to shut up and start fucking. He pulled out, and it was like everything was leaving me all at once, but when he shoved back in, I rutted against the towel and groaned into the covers. "Fuck, Sean. Holyfuckingshit.”

  "You like that?" He grunted into my ear and did it again, pulling out to the brink of emptiness, then shoving back in. The sensation made me want to clench around him and come all over again.

  "The things you do to me," I mumbled, then I couldn't speak as he fucked me harder, picking up speed now, confident he wouldn't hurt me. He was tagging my prostate with every thrust, and I couldn't breathe, it felt so good. Who know this would feel so amazing? I was seeing stars. I moaned every time he thrust and he kissed the back of my neck, sucking and biting, massaging my asscheeks.

  "Can I come inside you?" he asked, his breathing ragged in my ear.

  "Why would I say no?" To show him I was okay with it, I clenched a little and he shuddered and groaned into my ear, signalling his release. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his hot seed filling me. He started thrusting again, the semen making it slicker, until he couldn't stand it anymore and pulled out.

  He collapsed on top of me and wrapped his arms around me, grabbing my dick in one hand and rubbing one of my nipples in the other. The heat of pleasure shot through me. He'd fucked me until my brain couldn't make words anymore, and now he was curled around me while his come dripped out of my ass. I shot my load all over the towel, his hand pumping me drier than I'd ever been, the hardest I’d ever come.

  “That was intense,” I said when I could speak again. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

  "You're leaking," he remarked, but neither of us moved to towel me off.

  "I probably need another shower, but I don't care." I cuddled against him and he kissed me. "Fuck, we’ll have to do that again. That was fucking amazing."

  "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he grinned. "Next time I'll make you beg for it though."

  "I think I could do that." I kissed him back and we wrapped around each other. Neither of us wanted to move, laying in a pool of our own sweat and come, and I couldn't be happier.

  13

  Sean

  The morning after I'd fucked Alan, I woke up in his bed. Sunlight streamed in through the blinds and I watched him sleep, so peaceful, so at ease. We hadn't cleaned up, which would be a huge regret the second I tried to get out of bed. Dried, hardened semen clung to the hairs in my sensitive areas, making it painful to move my legs. The sheets were a mess too. Should we just burn them? Prime Now some new sheets? That would be the easiest thing to do.

  I gingerly made my way to the bathroom. I needed to piss like crazy and wash the come off of me. Last night, it had been sexy, but this morning it was just a nuisance. I started the shower while I stood at the toilet, relieving myself.

  "Everything hurts," Alan groaned, leaning against the doorframe. "You made my asshole feel like dying."

  I stepped up to him and kissed him gently. "I can help you clean it, and massage you to make you feel better?"

  "Or just kill me and put me out of my misery," he slid to his knees with a groan, putting his forehead on the cold tile floor. "Here, just chop my head off so I can't feel my ass throb anymore."

  “Stop being such a baby.” I pulled him to his feet and guided him into the shower. “Sit if you can, let the warm water soothe you.”

  "Why didn't you hurt this much when I fucked you?" He groaned and slid to a seated position, wrapping his arms around his shins and resting his head on his knees. I stepped into the shower with him, sitting across from him.

  “Remember the Alan-dick dildo? I’d had years of practice with objects larger than a finger.”

  He glanced up at me and his face darkened.

  “Are you seriously jealous of a dildo right now? Like I said last night, I should have been more patient. Started smaller and worked our way up. Sorry for that. I hope it wasn’t too painful when we were in the act?"

  "No, it felt amazing. Overall, it didn't hurt much at all, I'm just sore this morning."

  "I can help with that, turn around and get on your hands and knees."

 
; He gave me a wary look, then shrugged. When he turned, the shower gently pelted his ass, and I spread his cheeks so I could look at that tight hole of his.

  "How's it look down there?" he asked, giggling from the absurdity of this.

  "It looks great, nothing to worry about down here. Not that I'm a doctor or anything, but I gave you a thorough prostate exam last night."

  He chuckled, then gasped when I slid one soapy finger inside him. "What are you doing? It's already sore!"

  "Just one finger never hurt anyone," I said, crooking it to nail his prostate. He moaned and clenched around my finger and I giggled. "See? Prostate exam. How does it feel otherwise?"

  He shook his head like he was in disbelief. "It hurts less with your finger in there, maybe it's because when you rub me like that it feels so good."

  "I'm also cleaning you. You had dried jizz on your asshole, that probably didn't help."

  He groaned, "Next time we clean up immediately. That shit's like superglue."

  I tried not to read too much into the comment, but my heart sang. Next time, he wants a next time. He wants to do this again. Everything felt so tenuous with Alan, like if I made a wrong move he might scamper away like a spooked cat. I wanted to do everything with him, but I'd always wanted that.

  He acted like he wanted a relationship. With actual dates and PDA. But he’d never been one for relationships before. He seemed like he enjoyed doing these things with me, but would it last? He wasn't even gay, right? How long before his dick missed pussy? How long before he decided he didn't enjoy having a sore hole and a sweaty man on top of him? Before he missed kissing soft, bouncy breasts and running his hands through long hair, not having stubble burns and a rough hand around his dick?

  "Sean? What's wrong?"

  I shook my head, "Nothing." I slid my finger out of his hole and pulled him so he was sitting with his back against me. I kissed his neck and he shuddered against me. "You're mine," I said possessively, my hands on his chest, wrapping myself around him. "Right?" I never wanted to let go, and my heart pounded against him, afraid of the answer. But I needed to know.

  He didn't even hesitate, bless him. He turned and our lips met, and he breathed into my mouth, "We're in this together, no matter what." Fuck, how did he always know the exact things to say to make me feel better? I kissed him, my erection bobbing against my stomach. We jerked each other off, washing off all the come, even the stuff that had somehow dried in our leg hairs. The water was going cold by the time we got out, pink from the shower and scrubbed clean.

  It was Saturday, and neither of us had anything to do that weekend. No plans, no commitments, except to each other. It was fucking perfection. It had been a while since I had a weekend like this, to be lazy and do nothing.

  Alan and I had worn twin butt grooves into the couch by the end of the day, bingeing a show on Netflix and working our way through a case of beer. “It's almost Thanksgiving,” he cracked a fresh beer open and passed it to me.

  "Yeah?" I took a sip and set it in the cupholder.

  "People always choose Thanksgiving to make big announcements. Like to tell their families they dropped out of school to become a musician, or that they're pregnant or they're..."

  "Gay?" I supplied.

  "Yeah," he chuckled. "It's cliche, right? Definitely something we shouldn't do?" My heart skipped a beat, and he recognized that look on my face instantly. When had he gotten so good at reading me? "I mean, I want to tell them. I will tell them. But is Thanksgiving the right time? I'm worried they wouldn't take me seriously if I did it that way. And I want them to take me seriously. To take us seriously. Andy and Cousin Lou already know anyway, and I'm sure Uncle Gary suspects. Mom might have some problems with it, though. She's very traditional. But since Andy gave her a grandson, I'm off the hook for grandbabies."

  I held his hand and squeezed, "I know your family. They'll accept us no matter when you tell them. It might take time to get everyone to come around, but if we're being serious about this, I think we should tell them sooner rather than later, right? Just get it all out there in the open?"

  He closed his eyes and nodded, "Yeah, probably. What about your family?"

  Unlike Alan, I hadn't spent my entire life thinking I was straight. I hadn't shared my preferences with him, but it wasn’t a secret from my family. When my sister had snuck into my room and read my journal in middle school, she'd found out quickly that I was in love with my best friend. It was something she liked to tease me relentlessly about to this very day. And my parents figured it out even before that from how much I talked about Alan and gushed about him when he hadn't been around. Thankfully, they hadn't tried to shame me or help me pray the gay away. They'd even consoled me when Alan had his first serious relationship. He’d gone all the way with a girl and bragged to me about it. I hadn’t breathed a word to my family about Alan and I finally getting together, though. I wanted it to be a surprise.

  "My family will be fine with it. They already knew I had a crush on you for a long time."

  He buried his face into his hands, "Oh God, is that why your mom always gave me extra cookies when I visited?"

  I laughed, "No, she just likes to give people cookies. It's fine, it’ll thrill them to death when I tell them I finally made you my boyfriend."

  Boyfriend. Damn, I enjoyed saying that. My boyfriend. Even Alan's expression changed when I said it. I realized I wanted to tell everyone, wanted to be possessive. I wanted to beat my chest and shout, "This is my fucking boyfriend, and if anyone has a problem with that, they can go fuck off!" It had been a long time coming, and I would fight anyone that tried to make me let go.

  “We're really going to do this,” Alan whispered, then kissed me, pushing me into the couch and grinding against me. “I’ll come out to my family, and you’ll tell yours that we're dating, then everyone will know. Will we update our Facebook statuses after that?”

  "If you want to," I gasped as he pulled my shorts down to grasp my dick. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

  "And I want everyone to know you, and your dick, and your ass, and your lips, they're all mine."

  I thrust into his hand, my tongue in his mouth until we came up for air, "I can't wait for Thanksgiving."

  14

  Alan

  “Why did I think this was a good idea?” I muttered as we drove, fidgeting with a loose thread on my shirt.

  My family always did a Thanksgiving lunch. My mom loved getting up early and making the turkey while my grandma fussed over the stuffing and the giblet gravy. The rest of us would watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and try not to get in the way.

  I normally didn't bring Sean to family events like this. We were friends. Best friends even, but there were always certain boundaries. Birthdays were one thing, but family holidays were for family. I told my mom I'd be bringing a guest, but I hadn't told her I was bringing Sean. She probably thought I was bringing a girlfriend.

  We pulled up in Sean's Camry and my hands shook when I went for the door handle. "I should have told her it was you. She’ll be so disappointed when she opens the door and I'm not here with a girl."

  "Hey," he grabbed my shoulder, and I glanced at him. He gave me a warm smile and I couldn't help but smile back. "No matter what happens in there, we're in this together, okay?"

  I nodded.

  “Take a deep breath.”

  I inhaled, and he breathed in with me. He was so calm. How was he so calm? Was he calm because I needed him to be calm or because he truly didn't care what my family thought? I kind of wanted him to be freaking out with me. But I needed this calmness to steady me or I'd open the car door and run away and never come back. No, I had to face my fears and fucking do this.

  “Okay, I'm ready.” I got out of the car and walked to the front door, Sean behind me. I had tunnel vision. Nothing was around me except for that door, with its fall wreath and a welcome mat with a turkey on it that said, “Gobble, gobble.” I laughed at it. My mom was always so excited to dec
orate for every holiday, no matter how small. I knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately, my mom gathering me up in a giant hug and squeezing me until I couldn’t breathe.

  "I'm so happy to see you, you should visit more often honey, you only live an hour away, it's not like you can't come see your mother more often."

  “Sorry, work has been crazy.”

  She waved a dismissive hand, and her eyes lit on Sean. "Oh, Sean! What a pleasant surprise! Alan told me he was bringing someone, but we thought—well, he didn't tell me it was someone we already knew! Welcome home," she grinned and pulled him into a hug as big as the one she'd given me.

  “Thanks, Mrs. Simmons. I’m happy to be here,” he squeaked, and gave me a thumbs up. So far, so good.

  We filed inside and greeted Andy and his wife Sherry, little Hank running around excitedly. He was telling everyone he was going to, "win,” the wishbone this year. Last year he'd broken it with his cousin Shelly and she'd gotten the larger end. Now, he was itching for a rematch.

  Cousin Lou sat on the couch with headphones on, playing something on his Nintendo Switch. Uncle Gary chased Hank around and various other cousins and aunts and uncles and people I only saw on holidays milled around and gave me hugs and greeted Sean. Sean had met most of them but not everyone, and to their credit, no one outwardly questioned why Sean was there, only accepting his presence.

  My family was boisterous, so full of lively energy. One of my uncles regaled Sean with a story about how things were different in his youth. To Sean's credit, the little nerd stuck in there through the football and war hero stories. It filled my heart to see him interacting with my family. I hoped they would accept him just as easily when they knew why he was there by my side.

  "Thanksgiving, ballsy move," Andy sidled up to me and gave me a knowing grin.

  "It's the perfect time, right? Everyone's happy and together and you hit them with a truth bomb when they're full of tryptophan and alcohol. They're already halfway into food comas so they can barely process what you've said."