In the darkness

The camp had finally gotten quiet, only the snores of one of the guys disturbing the night. Jacob lay next to me, both of us on top of our sleeping bags for it was too hot, even at this late hour to get into them. Under the canopy of the oak tree and it a new moon, the tent was pitch black, so dark there was no depth perception, no sense of the space we were within. The sloped top of the tent could have been three feet or three miles above us.

I lay there in the dark, thinking of it. Jacob lying so close, stripped down to his boxers. I remember his body, the masculine nature of it. The long torso with the trail of hair down the stomach disappearing into those ugly ass boxers. I pictured how his ass curved the seat of them and that one moment when Jacob was sitting on his sleeping bag, knees up, digging in his backpack. The moment when his cock slipped free, and I could see the head of it beneath his thigh. Oh, how I held my breath to keep from making any kind of sound that would betray me. I pictured Jacob when we first met at the beginning of term, with his dark reddish-brown hair and cheeks that were always rosy in tone. He sat too far away from me in the seminar class, so I didn’t know he had green eyes, but I suspected. Don’t all redheads have green eyes? They should.

We were less than two weeks into the semester when the instructor announced a field expedition, one to study the effects of clear cutting versus a forest left alone. There was a site near De Funiak Springs, where a section of land was left natural, allowed to proceed at its own pace. Right next to it, a section of land with pine. They were planted twelve years ago, and due to be cut in only five. Such a short time for a tree. Not nearly enough time to reach any type of maturity, but the papermills were impatient, and didn’t care about the wood’s maturity. They would chip it up for processing.

This afternoon, after our last class, the twelve of us left campus, heading to the woodlands in the panhandle of Florida. We arrived around four, plenty of time to hike in and set up camp. We cooked, dug out whiskey and vodka, and sat up far too long for getting up at six-thirty the next morning. Now I lay awake, tormented by my desires made all the worse by the object of my attraction being only inches away. Sweat beaded up around my hairline, and where I lay on top of the sleeping bag, there was way too heat being trapped making me sweat where I lay. I rolled to one side staring into the blackness. Then I rolled the other way, staring into a darkness that breathed. The steady breathing of Jacob.

‘Fuck’ I thought as I rolled to my back, wondering how in the hell I was going to get to sleep.

I woke with a start, my nightmare of a snake striking out coinciding with something touching my leg. I lay there still as death, holding my breath as I wondered if a rattlesnake had managed to get into the tent. Then the light pressure against my leg moved. Softly, back and forth, and I exhaled softly, relieved to know it was just Jacob’s foot touching me.

Jacob’s foot.

I held my breath again, feeling the wiggle of toes. When the foot pulled away, I wanted to cry out ‘no’. I wanted the contact to continue. It was such a small thing, but it was better than nothing. Right? I know, it was a stupid notion. A brush of a foot against my leg means nothing, especially when two guys are confined into such a small space.

A leg moved up against my leg, the warm skin touching me along the length of it. The knee pressed into the side of my knee. The foot rubbed the top of my foot. My cock stirred in my boxers and I struggled to steady my breathing.

Fingers touched my arm. Nothing overt, not even moving. Just the simplest of contact. Then they moved, rubbing my arm. I daringly pushed back, increasing their pressure. They moved over my arm, rubbed up and down the forearm in short strokes.

My cock stirred again.

I wanted to tell Jacob to keep going, not to stop, but how do you do it in a tent where anyone awake might overhear. I was over thinking it. Rattled by the contact when least expecting it. The hand moved to my stomach and I exhaled slowly, deeply. It moved over my stomach, ticklishly with the light touch of the fingers. It moved up my chest with slow circular movements, until raking over my hard nipples. Unconsciously, I pushed upward when Jacob raked over them again, and the hand stopped. A finger circled my nipple, then it was being pinched. I shuddered, gritting my teeth to keep from crying out. The pain surged up my spine and down to my cock. I felt it get more erect within its confines.

Jacob shifted closer. In the blackness of night, the feel of each exhale on my neck seemed such a strong sensation, I wondered how close he was to me. Lips touched my neck, moved over my ear and I shivered from the manipulation.

“You won’t stop me, will you?” Jacob whispered in my ear with lips so close I felt them graze it. His voice was low, barely loud enough for me to hear it, and I shook my head, realizing immediately how stupid the gesture was in the blackness. I turned toward the hot exhales and the lips that touched me.

“No,” I whispered, and I could hear the nervousness in my voice.

“Good,” Jacob whispered as I felt his hand slide down my chest. It moved over my stomach and didn’t stop, slipping beneath my boxers and rubbed downward until the fingers were toying with me, making me get rock hard. Feeling the hand stroke me, despite being rough and out of rhythm within my boxers, made me rock hard. But the confinement was too much. I wanted shed of the boxers. I wanted free of them. Free to feel Jacob’s touch, his manipulation, and whatever else he was willing to do.

“Wait,” I whispered and when Jacob froze, I lifted my ass and pushed the boxers down as far as I could.

Lips touched my neck as the hand resumed stroking my cock. A steady rhythm that soon had me pushing upward through the fist.

“Will you do it too?” Jacob whispered in my ear.

I didn’t know what he referred to, but I hoped it was going further, and whatever it might be, I knew my answer.

“Yes.”

The hand let go and I felt Jacob moving around next to me. A bump against my arm, then side, and finally I felt him settle back down next to me. Only he had rotated around, and I felt his cock land on my shoulder. I felt him take me again, hold my cock up as some relic to be worshipped. Lips touched the head, and a tongue dragged wetly over it. I moaned and turned to his cock. It hit my lips, then dragged wetly across my cheek.

I moaned again when I felt my cock sink into his mouth. The wet, slick feel of it. The hot mouth enveloping it then pulling up until I felt the cooler air hit the wet exposed shaft. Jacob moved slowly, letting me feel each inch slide through his lips. I shivered, struggling to control myself. Reaching into the blackness, so aroused I didn’t think about what I was doing; only that I wanted it. My hand wrapped around a thick cock. It was hard and smooth and the head wet. I licked it, capturing the taste, and wanted more. I took Jacob in my mouth, pushed forward as far as I could, letting him fill it until I nearly gagged.

Too impatient, too worked up, I started at a faster pace, working my mouth on that thick cock. I heard Jacob moan; felt it on my cock. Then he increased his pace, matching my own.

As we sucked each other, Jacob slipped his arms around my thighs and held me steady as his mouth kept working up and down my cock. One hand pulled at my left leg, getting me to swing the knee out, spreading my legs. The other hand moved up the right thigh until fingers were grazing my skin just below my nuts. I shivered with the touch.

The fingers moved up and down, causing me to lose my rhythm. I struggle with Jacob’s manipulation, then stifled the urge to cry out when the fingers touched me there. Rubbed over my tight opening. Up and down, rubbing over it, then one finger circled it, pushed against its tightness. I moaned around his cock, then shuddered when he penetrated me. The finger pushed through my tightness, sinking into my hole as far as it could go.

I buried his cock in my mouth until I couldn’t breathe. I had to, or else I would have cried out. The finger piston in my hole then pulled out. Two fingers stretched me open, resuming their penetration. The inward push and the tug out. I loosened to their manipulation, then Jacob pushed three into me. I shivered, moaned around his cock, and pushed against those fingers, then filled his mouth with cum.

I didn’t know I was so close, so focused on the manipulation of my ass, but my body didn’t hold back. I came hard, jerking and shaking with each ejaculation. I felt Jacob swallow around my cock, as he held his mouth still while finger fucking me harder. I came and came, until it hurt.

Jacob’s cock swelled thicker, flexed against the roof of my mouth, then filled it to overflowing. I struggled to swallow it, as he kept pumping more cum into my mouth. I swallowed until only his cock remained in my mouth, then I dragged my lips up its length, keeping them tight to the shaft, and when I finally got to the head, I licked the last bead of cum from it.

I was still hard. So was Jacob. I wondered if he would want to do it again. I hoped. Or hoped for something else. But I couldn’t ask him, unsure how far he was willing to go. But he began moving, quickly moving around next to me. Hands guided me to roll over, then lifted me at the hips. I knew what he wanted.

On knees and elbows, holding my head down, I felt him move around behind me, kick one leg over and ease down between them. A hand on my ass, then his hard cock sliding wetly up and down it.

Jacob lay on my back, kissed me between the shoulder blades as he pumped his cock against my ass.

“Can I fuck you,” Jacob whispered.

“Yes.”

He rose back to his knees, then pushed against my tight opening. I knew the thickness of his cock, the way it felt in my mouth, and doubted three fingers had been enough. I didn’t care. I pushed back and shuddered at the feel of that thick cock stretching me open.

Jacob pushed until every inch was inside me. I felt his hips against my ass. I felt their insistent push, trying to get deeper. I smiled in the darkness for the absurd way I wanted him deeper too. I wanted him to crawl up inside me. I wanted to feel him inside me. He tugged outward and began to fuck. Slowly, sinking inward all the way with every push. I shivered with each penetration. I clinched my jaw and pushed back.

Hands took my waist, fingers digging into my sides as Jacob increased his pace. Faster and faster, almost at the point we would become noisy. My own cock flopped between my legs. I felt the weight of it, in full erection. It brushed a thigh and hit my stomach. I reached back and took it, feeling the wetness of the leaking head, and I smeared it down my shaft and stroked it.

The darkness became like a cover. A physical thing that concealed us. But I still closed my eyes, for it helped me focus on the sense of touch. The feel of hands on my waist and Jacob pushing against my ass with every penetration, and…oh that penetration. The fullness of it.

I came first. The cock inside me, working into my depths, was too much. I felt it, that surge of release. I shuddered, buried my face in the sleeping bag. I felt it, the first ejaculation hit my chin and each subsequent ejaculation in my hand, as my cock flexed with each one, spraying cum over my sleeping bag.

Jacob moaned as I came, then lay on my back and ground his hips against my ass. He shoved against it, over and over, and I knew he was filling me with his load.

Jacob moved up next to me as I lay in on the wet sleeping bag. He nestled up next to my back, surprising me. It was intimate, something lovers do, and when he spooned against my back, wrapping an arm around me, I felt myself relax. He kissed the back of my neck, rubbed his nose through my hair, then moved to my ear.

“I’ve been wanting to do that with you since I first saw you,” Jacob whispered.

I didn’t know what to say, shocked at his confession. I looked back in the darkness, as if one of us could see.

“Me too.”