Weekend Getaway

After an hour of driving through mountains on narrow two-lane roads, Lamont came upon the campground, a place that promised a time away from the grind of daily life. He had stumbled on their website while browsing a month ago, thinking he would go to one of the gay campgrounds instead. He had debated which one to book for a long weekend. It was something he had done off and on for years, but this year he considered how the last couple of trips had become almost routine. Some of the initial excitement was missing. He had bounced back and forth between the two gay campgrounds then in a moment of indecision, hit a search for campgrounds in North Carolina. The Rocky Spring Campground was one of the first to come up, and advertised being the newest, having just opened back in May. He browsed their site, stopping on the map. A site nestled in a valley, nearly two hundred acres, and along the valley, an open area that had been pastures of a farm in year’s past. He pulled down the reservation tab and began filling it out.

Lamont eased down the gravel drive, winding through trees and running along a small stream, heading to the office and store to check in. He knew from the map it sat nearly a half mile from the road, and just beyond it, in the widest part of the original pasture, the main amenities. A pool, a pavilion, volleyball sand court, and a lodge. In the woods adjacent, a playground and dog run. The nearest camping was set up for families, with cabins, yurts, and treehouses that slept six or more. At the back of the pasture, old Airstreams and Spartan campers were set up in groups, their retro looks a big draw for some, and in the woods, camping facilities set up for those without children.

None of these camp sites had interested Lamont, but what had caught his eye, the thing that caused him to make a reservation, was what lay beyond, up on the side of the mountain in the woods. There were four treehouses spread apart, making them isolated. There was a honeymoon treehouse with a hot tub set in the deck, with double doors leading inside to the king size bed. Behind the bed wall, to the left a kitchenette and to the right, a bathroom with a large shower, the top a glass panel looking up in the trees. The next one had a similar interior layout but was a bit smaller, only a queen size bed, but instead of a deck, it had a screen porch with a sleeping platform hanging from the roof structure. The third one was a loft unit, the main level the bathroom, kitchenette, a small dining, and at the open two-story section, a small living room, overlooked by the loft where a queen bed was set. Its unique feature was what was above the sleeping loft. It was a crow’s nest accessed by a hatch and ladder. It was a covered deck that was at such a height, it afforded a view back to the main campground area. Like the others, it had a deck that ran along one side of the unit, wrapping around two trees. The fourth, and last treehouse, was the largest of the four. It was like the third unit (without the crow’s nest) but had the addition of a small bedroom off the living area and a deck that was two levels.

Lamont had checked each one to see which was available, hoping for the first, for he wanted the hot tub, but the only one available for the weekend was the third one, with its crow’s nest. Without debate, he booked it.

Driving by the pool and pavilion, then at the fork in the main drive, he drove pass the lodge as he made his way to its right and up into the woods on the side of the mountain. The drive would cut above the treehouses, leaving each with a short walk that was down a few steps, then a bridge that span out to them. He passed unit 224, the first treehouse, and continued along the drive until he came to 226. He had noticed a 4Runner at 225 with Georgia plates and wondered who was in it, imagining it to be some hot fuck from Midtown up for some mischievousness during the night. He laughed at his lustful craving, wondering if maybe he shouldn’t have booked at one of the gay campgrounds.

Sitting in the crow’s nest, beer in hand, Lamont looked out over the valley. The thick tree coverage on the sides of the mountain and down below the open valley where he could see movement. People going to the pool or the lodge, children running up a path that led to the playground and more riding bicycles along the drives. He leaned on the rail and looked down at the narrow trail that went from his treehouse down the slope. It led to one of the main hiking trials that circled the property. After his beer, he would check it out.  

He sat the empty bottle down and leaned back, taking in the view when he heard a vehicle driving past. Looking around, he saw a Jeep Wrangler heading to the fourth unit. The angle was wrong and the Jeep in too much shade, preventing him from seeing who was inside. He let his imagination conjure up wicked images of one or two guys, maybe tall lean basketball players, or muscular, round ass baseball players, or maybe two college guys coming off the AT, their legs muscular from the long hike, and their lust unfulfilled after weeks, even months on the trail.

“Get ahold of yourself, ya pervert,” Lamont whispered to himself, chuckling at his state of mind.

Lamont stood in the bathroom looking at himself. A thirty-one-year-old male, six foot one and one hundred and eighty-one pounds, with the unruliest wavy black hair. He was a graphic artist, working with a small group of guys (some gay like himself and some straight, and all daring in their proposals) with clients consisting of some of the biggest companies in Charlotte, along with many small companies, some just starting up. He was also still single, living in the moment. He washed his hands, slipped on a ballcap, and headed out to check out the trail.

To get to the trail that went down from the treehouse, he had to go back to the parking area, where it began. He walked past the concrete piers that anchored the wood posts supporting the treehouse among the trees, down the narrow trial. There was a small rock outcropping to negotiate, then wood steps, before finally connecting to the main trial. He was stepping down the last step when he heard voices from his left. It was two young guys and he wondered if they were the ones in the fourth unit.

As the guys drew near, Lamont began to hear the difference in their voices. One was husky, deeply masculine and the other was softer, the words dragged out in a southern dialect. Lamont stepped on the trail and walked slower than the two guys waiting on them to catch up. As they drew near, he began to understand their conversation.

“…should be able to beat them. I know it is the first game and the new guys may not be ready to play but we have home field advantage.”

“I think so, too. But I’m worried about the running backs.”

Footsteps drew closer and closer, and Lamont eased to the side of the trial to let them pass.

“Hey guys,” said Lamont, turning to them.

One was nearly his own height and the other was a few inches shorter, but both had the lean body of guys still in their late teens. He saw their similarities but also their differences. The lean bodies but both with legs that showed they hiked or jogged a great deal, and both with scraggly beard growth that barely covered their jaws. But the taller one had a floppy hat pulled down over a head with long dirty blonde hair and the other had a baseball cap pulled down low over a head of long brown hair. The first had earrings in each ear and a sleeve tattoo down the right arm. The other wore wire frame glasses and wore a necklace of puka shell that seemed to glow against the dark skin of the neck and upper chest.

Lamont considered both and how he wouldn’t hesitate to fuck either one if given a chance.

“Hey, you up at the crow’s nest treehouse?” the tall blonde asked.

“Yep. You guys down at the treehouse below me?”

“Yes,” the other replied.

“I’m Lamont.”

“I’m Caleb,” the tall blonde replied.

“Noah,” the other replied.

“Do you guys know how this trail is laid out?”

“No. This is our first time here too,” said Caleb.

“You can hike with us, and we’ll see where it leads,” said Noah.

Lamont saw the look from Noah, and he wondered if he was reading it wrong, making it something he desired.

“Thanks. Where you guys from?”

“I’m from Arlington and Noah is from Beaufort.”

“Beaufort? South Carolina?” asked Lamont.

“Yep,” Noah replied.

“How did you guys meet?”

“College; we’re both at Clemson,” said Caleb.

“Where are you from?” asked Noah.

“Charlotte. I’m a graphic artist just taking a break from the madness.”

The three of them began hiking down the trail, their conversation circling around their lives then the campground. The amenities and the entertainment set up that night, a band from Asheville. As they neared the trail from the next treehouse there was speculation about who could be staying in it. The trail came to a section of slope so steep it turned into a switchback to climb up the side for some distance. After four turns, the trail leveling out on the slope and continuing onward, the next treehouse’s trail came into view, and a young couple coming down it.

“Good afternoon,” the young woman said as they stood at the end of their trail waiting for the guys to pass.

“Your treehouse has the screen porch?” asked Lamont as he came up to the couple.

“Yes, and it’s great, but the bed can swing a bit too much sometimes,” the young man replied.

“I would thought you would have reserved the honeymoon treehouse.”

“We had it last year and wanted to stay in a different one this year,” the young woman replied.

“Well, happy anniversary,” said Lamont, adding, “I’m in the one with the crow’s nest. You should try it next year.”

“Good idea. I’m Emily and his is Alex.”

“Lamont, and this is Caleb and Noah. They’re in the two-bed unit at the end of the drive.”

“Are you guys headed down to the pool?” asked Alex.

“No, just hiking the trail.”

“We’re going to cool off in the pool and just relax.”

They began to hike, eventually passing the trail up to the honeymoon treehouse, then approached the drive that climbed up above the treehouses, accessing each one. As they neared the gravel drive a black Tahoe appeared, heading up. They waved at the man driving, then watched him pass and disappear around the curve. Lamont noticed a neighborhood sticker that was in Charlotte, and he wondered who the last guest would be, appearing to be staying in the honeymoon treehouse alone.

As Emily and Alex took the drive down toward the pool area, Lamont, Caleb, and Noah continued along the hiking trail while swinging into a discussion of college football and how Clemson was expected to perform.

The sun was below the western horizon, and everything was growing dim, more shadowed. Lights shone at the pavilion, appearing to grow brighter as the sky grew darker. Down below the pavilion past the open lawn area, a band was playing on the small stage. Two men and a woman made up the band, and they played folk and blue grass. Lamont moved along the edge of the lawn, looking at the other campers, until he was at the pavilion where the campground had a small bar set up selling beer and wine.

Beer in hand, Lamont moved out from under the pavilion back to the lawn area, for the light was too bright. He scanned the crowd, looking for Noah and Caleb, or even Emily and Alex, but saw none of them. Circling to his right he went halfway down and sat on one of the logs laid out for that purpose. The bark had been cut away and the upper side cut to a level plain to make sitting easier. As the band started up another song, he noticed a man coming down the drive. With a wide brim hat, the face was in shadow but by the man’s build he looked middle aged. Lamont watched him walk toward the pavilion. Looking back repeatedly, he watched the man buy a beer then head toward him, circling those seated as he had done. Not wanting to be obvious in watching him, Lamont turned back to the stage.

“Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here?” came a man’s voice, and Lamont turned to see the man standing a few feet away.

“No, not at all.”

“You’re in one of the treehouses in the back,” said the man as a matter of fact.

“Yes,” Lamont replied, the questioning tone evident in his voice.

“I saw you and a few others on the trail when I drove in today.”

“You’re in the honeymoon treehouse.”

The man laughed, nodding his head.

“Which one are you in?”

“The crow’s nest.”

“I guess the young couple and the two young guys have the other two.  I’m Sean.”

“Sean, I’m Lamont. The couple are Alex and Emily, and they are here for their first anniversary. They are in the one with the screen porch.”

“It has that hanging bed platform, right?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure Emily likes it,” Lamont replied, smiling.

Lamont got a good look at Sean. Mid-thirties, maybe, with a dark complexion and dark hair, and a face that was handsome, masculine with the shadow of beard. He imagined sex with Sean. He imagined it physical, almost like wrestling, muscles straining as they pushed and pulled at the other. He imagined it until he had to look away.

“And I assume the young guys are college buddies.”

“Yep. Caleb and Noah. They’re enrolled at Clemson.”

“College…” Sean uttered, and Lamont saw him smile, knowing it was in retrospect of his own college days.

“It was a fun time,” said Lamont in agreement.

“I was at UNC. Damn it’s been ten years, no eleven years now.”

“Really?” said Lamont, doing them math and realizing Sean was thirty-three, maybe a year or two older.

“What about you?”

“I went to Georgia. Finished nine years ago.”

“So, you’re thirty-one?”

“Yes. And your thirty-three?”

“Thirty-four. I did a double major, taking another year.”

The band began to play louder, faster, getting some to dance in front of the stage. Lamont and Sean watched them, looking at each other shaking their heads at one point. They didn’t see the two figures come up behind them until one was circling the log.

“Noah, you guys made it,” said Lamont looking up, then around at Caleb standing just behind them.

“Yeah. We could hear the music at the treehouse and decided to stagger on down and watch them play,” said Noah with a goofy smile.

“You guys got a head start,” said Lamont. “Come on, have a seat,” he added, sliding closer to Sean.

“Thanks,” Noah replied, taking a seat next to Lamont and Cabeb sitting on the end.

Lamont introduced everyone, then they fell into a conversation about college, then the football teams and how they were expected to do during the season. The band stopped, announcing they were taking a fifteen-minute break.

“Hey Lamont, you want to come up my treehouse and get in the hot tub? I’ve had enough blue grass,” asked Sean.

Lamont noticed he asked loud enough for Caleb and Noah to hear, wondering if he was reading the situation correctly. Sitting close together, they had bumped elbows and knees and each time they merely smiled at one another. For Lamont, he liked the casual contact, wondering if it would lead to something.

“You’re in the treehouse with the hot tub?” asked Noah.

“Yep. You guys wouldn’t want to come up too, would you?” asked Sean.

“Yeah, that would be great. We could go get the bourbon and come over…if that is okay?”

“Sure. Lamont? You going to come up, right?” asked Sean.

Lamont felt a knee against his own, and he pushed back. “Oh, yes.”

“Let’s go,” Sean replied, getting to his feet.

“We’ll see you there,” said Noah. “Come on Caleb, let’s go get changed and grab that bottle.”

Caleb smiled at Lamont, then Sean, then looked away. “Sure,” he uttered in a low voice.

As Caleb and Noah raced ahead, Sean fell in beside Lamont as they made their way to the drive.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” said Lamont after they were halfway to the point the drive entered the woods.

“Neither did I,” said Sean.

They looked at each other and laughed.

“You think those boys will be in trunks?”

“You know it, but…you think we can get them out of them,” said Sean, admitting what Lamont was thinking.

“If they keep drinking that hard liquor, not doubt about it,”

“Come on, let us get settled in before they get there.”

Lamont stood by the king size bed as he surveyed the small room. Like his own, it looked larger in the photographs online. The bed took up most of the room and through the door to its left, he could see it was the kitchenette. He knew from the floor plan online, the door on the other side of the bed was the bathroom. There was an alcove above the head of the bed that acted as a nightstand since there was no room for the furniture by the bed. Above the alcove, two adjustable wall mounted lights, both dimmed very low, barely illuminating the bed.

Lamont turned and watched Sean swing open the large double doors to the deck. Just a couple of feet past the threshold, sunk into the deck, was the hot tub. It was filled, the cover removed. Sean went to a control panel and the lights within it came on, then the jets, making the water swirl and bubble.

“Should I turn the lights off?” asked Sean.

Lamont knew he meant in the hot tub. He looked at how the water glowed, but the rapidly swirling waters concealed the seating and bottom.

“Just kill the deck lights and leave the hot tub lights on.”

“Let’s get out of our clothes and in it before that college meat shows up,” joked Sean as he walked past going into the kitchenette. “You want another beer, I assume.”

“Yes,” Lamont replied as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Lamont sat in the hot water, feeling it swirl around his body. It was like a soft caress, and he felt partially aroused by it, and by the closeness of Sean sitting opposite. He thought of the masculine body, how it was fit and trim and muscular. He thought of the impressive cock that hung heavy over its sac. It was thick, thicker than any he’d seen before, and he kept wondering how big it would be once erect. He hoped it would not be long before he found out. His own cock stirred, growing longer and thicker and he fought the urge to take it in hand. He knew to get too aroused so soon was a mistake.

Sean and Lamont talked very little, just an occasional comment about Noah and Caleb, and which was more likely to be willing. They agreed it was the more talkative Noah, for they both laughed at how Caleb had seemed nervous around them, like a rabbit about to run.

“You dating anyone back in Charlotte?” asked Lamont.

“No one seriously. I like to play around and have no time for some relationship,” Sean replied. “What about you?”

“Not in some time. I like having a regular boyfriend, but my choice in boyfriends is a bit disastrous,” said Lamont, smiling at Sean.

“A bit flightly?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, you’re on vacation and it is time to have a bit of fun, don’t ya think?”

“Yes, I do.”

They heard voices down below and knew it was Caleb and Noah coming up the path.

“I think is it show time,” joked Sean, keeping his voice low.

“Well, don’t scare them off too soon.”

There were footfalls on the steps, then a knock at the door.

“Our guests have arrived,” said Sean, climbing out of the tub.

Lamont watched him stroll inside and to the door. No towel around his waist; just letting the water drip from his body. He had noticed Sean’s cock was longer and thicker, so thick he doubted his fingers would fit around it. He smiled at how it would surprise the two college boys to be greeted in such a way.

“Come on in,” Sean’s voice carried from the door. “Can I get you guys a beer before you get in the hot tub.

Lamont heard Caleb stammer as he replied yes, then he heard Noah’s reply. It was stoic, undisturbed by Sean’s nudity. He knew they had been right about Noah, and he couldn’t wait to see how far the college boy would go, and if Caleb would follow his lead.

Sean returned and Lamont got a good frontal look and knew Sean’s cock was stretched out nearly eight inches and thick as his wrist. He wanted to play with it, but what he wanted to play with more followed Sean out the double doors.

Lamont watched Caleb and Noah grab a beer from the refrigerator, smirking at how both wore swim trunks and tank tops, as he wondered how long it would take to get them out of the trunks. He saw them whisper to each other, glancing at Sean climbing back into the hot tub. Obviously, the sight of him naked was troubling to the college boys. He knew the dorm had to have those that would run naked down the corridor and walk around their rooms naked. But that was boys becoming men, not a man with a huge cock.

Noah led Caleb out to the deck.

“Hey Lamont, how’s the water?” asked Noah, smiling. Caleb moved up next to him with an anxious look.

So, it was just Caleb that was nervous, Lamont thought as he looked up at the two college boys.

“It’s nice and hot. Get in.”

Noah tugged his tank top off and stepped into the hot tub. Caleb drank from the beer bottle, then took his time setting it down before removing his tank top. Instead of tossing it down on the deck as Noah had done, he draped it over the railing. Lamont noticed Noah was watching Caleb, grinning at his friend’s hesitancy. Finally, Caleb stepped down into the hot tub and Lamont winked at Sean, the two sharing a smile. Caleb had moved down between Noah and Lamont, making Noah move around closer to Sean.

“I heard you guys talking about Clemson’s football team earlier. What are the expectations this year?” asked Lamont, wanting to get Caleb settled down and the two time to have the beer hit their systems and get them relaxed.

For about thirty minutes, Sean and Lamont listened to Caleb and Noah talk about college football. Eventually the boys fell silent, both revealing their awareness of the tension in the air.

“I remember my college days. God, the constant sex,” said Sean, laughing.

“I know what you mean. I nearly flunked out my first semester partying too much,” said Lamont.

“What about you guys? Fucking until your dicks are raw?” asked Sean

“Yeah, there are some good times, but not nearly enough,” Noah replied.

“I say grab every opportunity. Anything that will make you feel good. Don’t you agree,” asked Sean looking across at Lamont.

“Absolutely,” Lamont replied.

“God, I could really go for something to fuck now,” Sean joked, and he slowly let his hips rise until this thick hard cock broke the swirling surface. “Fuck, I’m horny as hell.”

Lamont saw the looks. Noah blatantly staring at Sean’s cock and Caleb looking, then turning away, quick fleeting glances he knew were adding new details of the cock rising out of the water with each look.

“Sean, you pervert,” Lamont joked, then let his own hips float upward, his own hard cock breaking the water’s surface like a periscope, sticking straight up, long, hard, the head flared wide. “But I am horny too. What about you, Noah?”

It was obvious Noah and Caleb were both tugging at the front of their trunks. Noah looked at Caleb, then at Sean’s cock, then at Lamont’s cock. He stared for far too long, then let his eyes turn upward until Lamont and he were looking at each other.

“Yes,” Noah uttered.

“We could just have an old fashion circle jerk,” said Sean as he took his cock in one hand, the fingers not closing around it. Lamont smiled at how Caleb and Noah watched the hand move slowly up and down.

“It would be one way to get off,” Lamont replied, resting his head on the edge of the hot tub, and floating his body up as he took himself in hand.

Noah moved first, obviously removing his trunks. He tossed the wet garment on the deck and sat on the edge of the hot tub. His cock was near full erection. It curved out from his crotch, and everyone watched him stroke it until it angled higher between his thighs in rock hard perfection.

“What other ways to get off did you mean?” Noah asked as he leaned back on one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

“Noah!” Caleb exclaimed.

“Caleb!” Noah replied in mock surprise. “Haven’t you considered it before?”

“Caleb, I don’t think we…”

“What? Have some fun? Come on, Caleb, relax. I know you considered it before. I’ve seen how you look at Brandon back in the dorm.”

“What?”

“It’s okay. Why not see if you enjoy it?”

“So, Noah, you’re game?” Lamont asked.

“Yes, I want to know what it is like. Caleb?”

They watched Caleb look around the hot tub at the three hard cocks slowly being stroked, his eyes falling on each one, then he looked at Lamont and smiled.

“Yeah, I do.”

Sean moved first, closer to Noah, where he ran a hand up the right leg, over the knee, along the thigh until near the hard cock. Noah removed his hand and leaned back, with his torso stretched out glistening wetly in the dim light. Sean took the curved the cock, making him gasp, and he watched as another’s hand stroked him until he shivered from the manipulation. Sean then moved between the legs, pushing them apart and leaned to the cock, taking it in his mouth.

“Oh, FUCK,” Noah exclaimed.

Caleb couldn’t turn away from Sean sucking Noah, and Lamont made his move. He eased next him and put his hand on the left leg just above the knee. He felt the hem of the swim trunks and moved his hand over the fabric until he felt the hard cock tenting out the crotch. Caleb was rock hard, cock angled to the side.

“Caleb,” Lamont whispered, “stand up.”

Caleb stood, revealing his aroused state. Lamont noticed the obvious, the hard cock pushing outward within the trunks, then he noticed the smaller details. The heavy breathing, the glazed look in the eyes, and the hard erect nipples. He moved around in the hot tub until on his knees before him. He put his hand on the hard cock and toyed with it, moved his fingers along its length, then manipulated the head until Caleb could no longer stand still. He ran his fingers beneath the waistband until he found the drawstrings and he pulled them out, loosening the knot. Leaning forward, kissing the stomach just below the navel, he tugged the trunks down, working them over the hard cock freeing it of its confines. Caleb stepped out of them, and Lamont tossed them carelessly on the deck, then turned back to the hard, straight cock. He kissed the head, looked at the anticipation on Caleb’s face, then put his lips back to the head and pushed forward, sinking much of the cock into his mouth.

Lamont sucked Caleb until the cock flexed in his mouth and he pulled back. The cock bobbed up and down in his face. Looking up, he wondered if Caleb was ready for something else. Caleb’s eyes were no longer on him but staring across at Sean and Noah. It was then Lamont became aware of what was being said behind him.

“I don’t know…” Noah uttered in a nervous voice.

“Let me try,” whispered Sean, “I’ll stop if you can’t take it.”

Lamont turned and saw Noah laid back on the deck, legs on Sean’s shoulders. He knew if they got that far into position, Noah was willing, but just nervous about taking such a thick cock. Sean was raking it up and down the spread ass, rubbing it over the puckered opening. It was obvious Noah was getting more aroused. His hands clutched at the side of the hot tub and his cock hovered over his stomach, hard and leaking.

Lamont stood, moving Caleb toward the center of the hot tub and closer to Sean and Noah. He wanted him to see it, the penetration and how Noah would take such a thick cock. Shifting around behind him, Lamont pressed his own erection against the round ass as he slipped an arm around the long neck, pulling Caleb against his body.

“Watch Noah take that cock,” Lamont whispered into Caleb’s ear.

“Noah, let him,” Caleb whispered.

It surprised Lamont. But it also pleased him to know Caleb was really into what was happening. He pressed his cock against him and felt the pressure of a push back. ‘Soon’ he thought, ‘very soon you’ll take me.’

“Relax and push toward me. Open yourself up,” Sean uttered as he put his cock to the puckered opening.

For a second, even Lamont wondered if Noah could really take it. He realized Noah had a lean narrow build, and Sean’s cock looked massive against his ass.

Sean pushed, pulled back, then pushed again. Noah lay back, mouth open as he heaved for breath. Then he relaxed, his breathing slowed, and it seemed he simply opened himself to Sean. The thick cock squeezed through the tight opening until the head disappeared and Sean held still as Noah shuddered with the penetration.

“Fuck…fuck,” Noah uttered.

“That is hot, isn’t it,” Lamont whispered in Caleb’s ear, and he saw the head nod.

Sean pushed deeper, then tugged outward until the edge of the head became visible, then he pushed back in. Slowly, he worked his cock into Noah, going deeper and deeper, until Noah had nearly every inch.

Noah began to stroke his cock, increasing his arousal, making him want the penetration even more. He shivered when Sean pushed in, shocked at how much cock was buried in his ass. But he took it, every inch and soon found himself wanting to feel more.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder,” Noah uttered as he sat up and stared at Sean. “Fuck my ass,” he barked as he stroked his own cock.

Lamont looked over Caleb’s shoulder watching Sean as he began to fuck. The hole stretched tight around his cock rolled inward then tugged out around its edge as the fat cock moved inward and back out. He increased his pace, fucking Noah so hard he had to hold tight to the legs to keep from rocking him across the deck.

“Noah likes it,” Lamont whispered.

“Yes,” Caleb replied.

“You should help him. Let him feel even greater pleasure,” said Lamont as he guided Caleb to the edge of hot tub next to Sean and Noah. “Suck him, take that cock in your mouth,” Lamont whispered as he guided Caleb to bend over, leaning around Sean. Lamont and Sean watched as Caleb didn’t hesitate, moving around and over Noah and quickly slipped the leaking cock into his mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” Sean uttered as he smiled at Lamont, then watched Caleb work his mouth on his friend’s cock.

Noah took it, the fat cock pumping in his ass and the hot wet mouth working his cock. He lay back, arms outstretched and moaned whorishly. His skin glistened wetly from sweat and his stomach heaved up and down.

“Fuck, he’s tight,” Sean uttered as his pace increased once again.

Lamont stroked his cock, smearing the slick down it, so aroused all he could think about was fucking Caleb. He moved up to him and raked his cock over the ass cheeks, then down between them. Then he put his leaking cock to the tight opening and pushed.

Caleb moaned around Noah’s cock and pushed back, taking another inch. Lamont smiled as he watched his cock disappear in the tight hole. He held the narrow waist and pushed again, sinking inch after inch into Caleb until his hips pressed against the round ass. Then he began to fuck.

Lamont watched Sean’s cock piston in Noah’s hole. He watched Caleb suck his first cock, noisily, sloppily, drooling around the shaft as it moved through his lips. Then he watched his own cock as he worked it into Caleb’s depths. The physical nature of their sex, outside on the open deck, tucked up in the woods, the cooling air caressing their sweat covered skin, and the utterings and moans; it made him feel his masculine nature and his sex. The feeling of his cock as it bore into Caleb.

A hand came into view, moving across Caleb’s back. He knew without looking, it was Sean. He watched the hand move down the back, over the ass until fingers toyed with the shaft of his cock as it moved through the tight opening.

“That is hot,” Sean uttered.

“Yes,” Lamont replied, breathlessly.

Lamont watched Sean work one finger into Caleb, sliding it into the hole next to his cock. The hole tightened around his cock and the finger rubbed his shaft in a new way.

“Oh fuck, you bastard,” Lamont uttered, smiling at Sean as he increased his pace.

Noah was the first to cry out in release. He shuddered and pushed Caleb’s head down on his spurting cock. He jerked with each ejaculation as Sean kept pounding his insides.

Caleb swallowed over and over but some cum still drooled out of his mouth. Lamont and Sean watched as he slipped Noah’s cock out of his mouth, then licked his lips. He looked around at Lamont, hungry, aroused, and reached back spreading his ass cheeks.

“Fuck me…come on, Lamont, pump it in me,” Caleb pleaded.

Lamont grabbed him by the hair and pulled up him upright. An arm around the long neck, he bearhugged the lean muscular body, the slick skin hot against his own. He fucked him, driving upward into his depths. Relentlessly, he fucked him, as both sweated and heaved for breath. Reaching around, he took Lamont in hand. The cock was slick in his hand as he stroked it in rhythm with his fuck. He glanced over at Sean in time to see him jam cock all the way into Noah’s hole and shudder with release, then he returned his focus on Caleb. He held him tight and fucked, fucked until he ached for release. The cock in his hand thickened then flexed. Flexed with each ejaculation as Caleb sprayed the deck by the hot tub with cum. He felt each ejaculation around his cock, and he hammered it into Caleb, thrust with renewed vigor, then came.

It was late, by a time piece, more early morning than night, but the darkness spoke otherwise. Lamont sat in a chair, with legs stretched out in front of him. He was still naked, cock flaccid and wet. Next to him, in the other chair sat Sean in the same position. Still naked, not having put on clothes since removing them for the hot tub earlier in the night. And they were sated, their sexual desires satisfied. After the hot tub scene, they had come inside and climbed on the bed. Lamont had fucked Noah while watching Caleb take Sean.

Lamont smiled at the memory of it, their sex with the boys and how the bed protested until it seemed it would collapse. Caleb had taken Sean with apparent ease, at one point sitting on it, moving up and down letting Noah and he watched the thick shaft come into view then disappear again. And there was Noah, folded up beneath him, knees pushed down into the mattress either side of his torso, ass angled up, taking every hard thrust into his depths. Noah had grown vocal, begging to be fucked harder. He had done it, fucked until exhausted, then fucked some more after cumming, Noah’s ass wet and slimy with it.

Now Sean and Lamont relaxed while watching Noah and Caleb on the bed. How they could keep going amused them. They watched as Caleb piston cock inside Noah. The swing outward until nearly slipping free, then the push inward, the upturned ass taking every inch. There was times Caleb did slip free and he would hover over the opening, then punch back through it.

“You want another beer,” Sean asked, easing up quietly from his chair.

“Yeah, grab me one. I think we’ll have entertainment for some time to come.”

“I bet they go until daylight.”

“I wouldn’t bet against it.”

Two Weeks Later

Lamont strolled down Commonwealth to the door of the club. A bouncer was checking identifications, tagging those over eighteen but not yet twenty-one. It was a moment Lamont was glad not to be so young. He paid the cover and strolled through the crowd, passing the first bar, the one near the dance floor, therefore the one that stayed the busiest. He circled the dance floor and went into the lounge area in back, going to the bar along the back wall. It was a smaller bar, but not as busy.

Drink in hand, he made his way to a table in corner of the room. Right now, he wanted to just enjoy his first drink and people watch. He would go on the prowl later. He watched the guys come in, some heading to the bar, others making a survey of the room looking for Mr. Perfect, then strolling back to the main room. He sipped the dark amber liquid and considered the male specimens coming and going. Most were young, college age or just a year or so older, and he thought of last weekend. Caleb and Noah, two boys who arrived at the campground considering themselves straight. He wondered what they were doing now, as he pictured the last scene of sex that night. Noah riding Caleb, taking his cock all the way as he stroked his own. They had gotten off so much that when Noah came, cum just dribbled out of his cock. But he had shuddered and shook, crying out just as he had done each time that night.

As Lamont’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, the lounge more dimly lit than the club side, he suddenly realized Sean was in the opposite corner sipping his own drink. They smiled at each other, held up glasses in toast of their crossing paths again. Lamont was about to go over when a guy coming in caught his eye. Dark hair, probably black, and fair skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. An angel, Lamont joked to himself as he watched the guy approach the bar. He was taller than most of the other guys, and when the lights of the bar silhouetted his body, it was evident it was lean and muscular. Lamont thought he was built like Caleb and wondered what he would be like in bed. A quick glance back to Sean, he saw him looking at the latest arrival too. Sean looked his way and nodded, and the two of them stood and made their way to the bar. They would arrive at the same time, at the same point. Lamont pictured it, he on the guy’s right, and Sean on his left. He imagined some mundane conversation, the buying of drinks for all around, then, when it grew late for most, they would take the guy to his place, or maybe Sean’s. Lamont felt aroused, more so than he had since returning to the city. His cock stirred as he moved across the room. The guy got his beer and turned, leaning back against the bar. He looked toward Sean, then he looked at Lamont, watching them approach. Maybe he knew already. Maybe he sensed the possibility that lay ahead.