Company Camping Trip

I got into bed with no clothes, and I imagined for the first time in my life that I might have someone who would sleep next to me. Was my loneliness at an end? I felt at ease, happy, and it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

The wind woke me up early the next morning. The gusts caused the camper to shake, and the howling was fierce. The space heater was still running, but the air temperature inside was even lower. I grabbed some underwear and a t-shirt and turned on the outside light. Snow blanketed everything. I tried to make out the tent, but I couldn’t see it. I quickly got dressed and ran out to check on Ryan. The ten was almost buried under the snow. I shouted his name, but I heard no response. I couldn’t figure out how to unzip the opening.

The light to the camper turned on, and Mr. Sayer was yelling, “What the hell is going on?”

“The tent’s buried. Ryan’s not answering.” I struggled to get the zipper open when Ryan unzipped it from the inside.

“Shit,” Ryan said. “It’s cold.”

“Why didn’t you answer, you fucking shithead?” screamed his father.

“I didn’t hear anything. Not until I woke up with the door moving around.”

“OK,” I said. “You’re alright. When I saw the tent almost covered, it scared me. And, Mr. Sayers, you shouldn’t be out here without shoes.”

“Well, you scared the fuck out of me. You need to come inside, Ryan. We’ll figure something out.”

“I’ve got room,” I offered.

Mr. Sayers forgot himself for a moment. “I told you I didn’t want you fucking my son. I don’t want you for his boyfriend.”

“Dad?”

“Ryan, there are hundreds of guys out there for you. Just not this one.”

“But this is the guy I want.”

“And if I tell you not to, you’ll find a way anyway.

“Dad, your feet. And I’ve never wanted to go against you, but I don’t think you realize that this is a good guy.”

Mr. Sayers stepped into the camper. “Well, I’m not going to stop you; I can tell you’ve made up your mind.” He started to go in, then he turned around. “At least you’ve picked on with a good job.” Then he closed the door.

“Let’s go,” I said, “it’s too cold out here.” Ryan didn’t have a jacket, and he had no socks; he just slipped on his tennis shoes. We got to my camper and went inside. He was shivering. I hugged him. “Do you want to shower or have a snack?”

“I just want you to hold me; I didn’t realize how cold I was.”

“Come here.” I took him to the steps outside the bathroom door. I turned the space heater, and we sat next to one another. The warmth of the heater relaxed me, and I put my head on his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about what happened with your dad?”

“I’m surprised that he seemed so… I don’t know… complacent?”

“You know, he already knew.”

“About you?”

“Yeah, that, and about you,” I said.

“What did he say to make you think that?”

“He said he could tell that I wanted to be with you, and he knew you’d say yes because he knew you were gay.”

“Why wouldn’t he talk to me about it?”

“Because,” I kissed his temple, “parents don’t tell their kids; they wait for their kids to tell them.”

Ryan turned and looked at me. “So he’s known for a while.”

“Yeah, but I think he was more worried about your liking me than he is about your being gay. I think he realized that he wasn’t going to have a say in whether you liked girls or guys. He just doesn’t like me.”

“I like you. Let’s take a shower and go to bed.” Ryan stood up. I stood up next to him. I removed my clothes. He looked at me and touched my chest. “Wow, you’re so muscular. I’m skinny. And I didn’t realize how big your dick is.”

“Show me yours.”

He removed his clothes. “See, I’m skinny.”

“No. You’re fucking awesome.” I turned the shower on. “Your body turns me on, Ryan. You’ve got a great body. You’re so attractive. You have a sexy face, and most important of all is you, in here,” I pointed to his head. “And in here,” I pointed over his heart. “I think you’re a great guy.” I leaned in and kissed him then pulled him into the shower with me.

I continued to kiss him as I lathered up his body, his cock, his ass crack. He did the same with me, and then we rinsed the soap clear and dried one another. I led him into the bedroom, and I whispered to him. “I want you to know that I think we should know each other better before we fuck.”

“Are you sure?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“My brain is telling me that you’re right, but I want to do it anyway.”

“I know, but I can offer this.” I pushed him gently to the bed, and with him face down, I spread his ass cheeks and ran my tongue over his pucker. His moan told me that he would enjoy what I had planned next. I kissed his ass and ran the tip of my tongue around his hole. The more he squirmed and moaned, the more I enjoyed it. To be honest, what I enjoyed about the act was that he enjoyed it so much. After several minutes, I rolled him on his back and pulled his now hard cock into my mouth. I had to push the head of his dick into my throat in order to bury my nose in his bush. Ryan tried to sit up when I did it.

I pushed him back down as my lips moved up his shaft. Once my lips reached the corona, I ran my tongue into his slit and tasted the precum that was now oozing forth. I forced my lips down his shaft again, once more forcing the head into my throat. Ryan squealed and hit the mattress with his fists. I’d planned on repeating the motion many times, but at the end of the fourth cycle, he erupted into my mouth. I swallowed, and he grabbed my head and rammed his dick all the way in and unloaded two more times. When he released me, I sat up coughing.

“Oh, fuck, Joseph, I’m sorry, I… Oh, I’m sorry.”

I regained my breathing and swallowed the rest of his gift before stretching out beside him. I kissed him.

Ryan chuckled, “I like the taste, but you smell like cum.”

“You get under the sheets while I gargle.” I took a quick trip to the bathroom and was back in about 90 seconds. I slipped between the sheets and right next to him.

“Now you’re minty fresh,” he laughed and kissed me passionately. “I’ve never been in love before, Joseph, but I think I’m falling for you. Some of my friends have described hooking up with guys, and there’s something more here.”

“Turn so I can spoon you. I think lovers should spoon whenever they can,” I said to him.

“You’re falling for me, too. I can tell.”

“I’m going to have to be careful,” I whispered.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“It looks as though you can read my mind.”