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TRAIL TROUBLES.
Section 2.
In the tent it was going to be very crowded and their space was in the middle. When the others settled down Peter and Marcus only had enough room for one of them to lie on his back but not the other. Peter had another problem because Sean was lying next to him and gave him a few gropes.
"How's the Sergeant feeling now Gorgeous? If he wakes up in the night you'll bring him over for a visit won't you?"
They worked it out between them, and Peter ended up with his back to Sean and his front pressed against Marcus's side. It was awkward but they weren't given any other choices. For a short time Peter lay there feeling like a sardine, with Marcus touching his front and Sean touching his back, but it had been such an active day that sleep came quickly. In the morning he awoke from an erotic dream, feeling very sexy and slowly moving his boner to increase the pleasant sensations. As awareness built he realised that a hand was cupped around his balls. God! Where was he? Marcus? No! He must have rolled over in the night because he was facing the other way. Peter froze and realised that fingers were pressing him very gently. There was a tiny laugh and he heard Sean's voice whisper in his ear.
"So! The Sergeant came visiting after all!"
Peter wriggled over the other way then didn't move. There was a quick touch on his behind and everything was quiet again. Peter closed his eyes but didn't go back to sleep. In about half an hour Barry and Tony were up and moving around and Peter came out of the tent too. After he refreshed himself Tony showed him what to organise for everyone's breakfast. When Marcus came out of the tent he looked sleepy and surly. Oh no! He's in a mood! I hope he snaps out of it quickly! Peter's fears were born out in moments as trouble flared. Tony said good morning to Marcus but got no answer. Tony stared at him for a moment and told him to tidy the tent up and collect some water from the creek. Marcus stared back at him and Peter knew he was going to lose it.
"Do-it-yourself you freaks! We don't have to take orders from you!"
Peter didn't have time to wonder what would happen, because Marcus was flat on his stomach with one arm pulled up behind his back and Tony's knee holding him down. Duane was there in an instant and Peter rushed over.
"Tony! He doesn't really mean it! He gets in a bad mood sometimes but he sorry afterward! Don't hurt him please! I'll help him with the tent and the water!"
Tony stared at Peter then nodded.
"He'll survive!"
Tony called for some rope and Marcus's hands were tied.
"Get his jocks! Socks weren't enough for him yesterday!"
Peter could only watch as the jocks were stuffed into Marcus's mouth and some rope bound around his head to keep them there. Tony headed for a log they'd been using as a seat, with Marcus carried under one arm, and sat down on it. Peter could see that Marcus's bad mood had been replaced by fear, but that didn't help him one bit. Tony bent him over his lap and lifted up his hand. Whack! It must have been twice as hard as the ones Peter had been giving him, and his whole body jerked with the force of it. Five times.
"Now! Is mummy's boy going to be polite in the mornings?"
Peter saw Marcus frantically nodding. Five more whacks.
"Is the nasty little boy going to call people freaks anymore?"
Marcus shook his head. Five more whacks.
"Is Marcus going to do what he's told while he's paying for his mistakes?"
Tony stood up, pulled Marcus to his feet with him, untied his hands, untied the rope for the gag then watched him pull his jocks from his mouth. In a completely calm voice he started over again.
"Good morning Marcus!"
"Good morning Tony!"
"Now! Help us by tidying the tent and collecting some water from the creek!"
Marcus nodded and disappeared into the tent and Peter gave Tony a pleading look. Tony actually smiled and nodded and Peter followed Marcus. Inside the tent Marcus was kneeling on the floor, gingerly feeling his backside and trying to twist around to look at it. Peter knelt beside him.
"It's really red! What does it feel like?"
"I'm an asshole Peter! All this is my fault! It stings like hell but it serves me right! God! He made me feel like a baby!"
Peter left him and went outside to finish getting everyone's breakfast. When Marcus came out of the tent he collected the water and went over to Tony.
"I'm sorry Tony! I'm really stupid sometimes! What will I do now?"
When breakfast was finished they started getting organised for the day's trip down the beach. Everyone had a daypack with some food, and a litre of water, in case they didn't find any on the way. At about 8 a.m. Peter and Marcus had to strip off because the sun now had enough warmth in it. Sean came out with a toiletry bag, and sitting down, called Peter and Marcus over.
"Well Precious! That was some performance this morning wasn't it? Now let me look at this little soldier!"
He looked in the bag and held up a kind of rubber ring.
"I bet you don't know what this is? No? Well hold still and I'll show you!"
He stretched the rubber ring, and slipped it over Marcus's cock then tugged his balls through as well.
"This is taking place of your twin act. Now Peter! Your turn! Let's check the Sergeant!"
He slipped his hand round Peter's cock and balls and looked in the bag again and pulled out another rubber ring. He fitted it on the same way.
"Well! That does show us what you're made of! How does it feel?"
"Weird!"
"Now! You better bone each other up in case it's too tight! "
He laughed at the looks on their faces.
"Believe me! You'd better find out now or you won't be very happy!"
He offered to give them both a hand, but they said they'd manage.
"Spoilsports!"
Peter was surprised at how quickly he got hard. The ring must let the blood in, but not out, somehow. It got much too tight and he didn't like it.
"It's awful Sean!"
Sean tested the tightness and told Peter to take it off, which was quite difficult to do, but then he was given a bigger one which stretched more easily and this time it didn't hurt at all. Tony made an inspection and Barry took a photo, then everyone grabbed their packs and headed for the beach There was one more task before they left and that was to put on plenty of sunburn cream. Once again Marcus and Peter had to apply it to each other, and once again they had the extra treatment for their cock and balls.
"Cut the count to 10 instead of 20! We don't need any geysers at this time today!"
When they started walking Peter discovered that the rubber ring kept him stiff and for quite a while his cock was bouncing around and bobbing up and down. Sean was singing some song about the Sergeant on Parade. The beach was a long stretch of six kilometres in the easterly direction they were heading, and at about 10 o'clock they reached the furthermost point where it turned to a rocky headland, with cliffs and secret little beaches further on. Peter found this part was a real adventure, as they climbed over long rock ledges and past giant fallen boulders. At one point he was quite scared because they climbed a large rock face with a drop of about 10 metres to the rocks and surging waves below. Every foothold and handhold was important and Sean helped him in a couple of the trickiest spots, then went back to do the same for Marcus. Barry was taking photos of everything and everyone, and now and again they stopped for five minutes while Duane would make sketches of some feature. At about 11:30 a.m. they found the most interesting place of the day. There was a high cliff with an overhang like a shallow cave, and a sandy section where you could sit and look out over the ocean in shelter from the sun. Down to one side was a deep pool of clear seawater behind a sloping buttress of rock. On the other side the buttress of rock levelled off and you could walk along it and look down at waves crashing against its wall, foaming and spraying high into the air. They dumped all the packs at the sandy ledge and headed down to the pool. Tony dived in the first and Peter watched his body emerge from the cloud of bubbles, glide through the clear water, and make it's way along the rock wall. The pool was seven or eight metres wide and more than twice that length, before it tapered off and disappeared into a cleft in the rock buttress, and this meant there was plenty of room for everyone. Peter loved diving in and examining the rock wall because he could pick out seaweed, anemones, and clinging here and there were starfish of all different colours. A kind of competition developed to see how far up the sloping rock they were game to jump or dive from. Tony and Sean went up to about six or seven metres but three or four metres was enough for Peter. Occasionally he would have a break and go to look down at the waves crashing against its wall, or look further east at the rugged coastline. At one stage Sean was watching with him and told him it was possible to keep exploring for about another kilometre before there was a section where the cliffs came straight out of the water.
"Aren't we going there today?"
"That's not the plan! Why? Do you like exploring?"
Peter nodded and Sean said he'd have a talk to Tony and the others. He came back grinning.
"We're going on, but it changes our day's plans! It means we'll be getting back quite late! We're having lunch and a break here while the sun's hottest, but then we can try for the cliffs."
Everyone moved to the sandy ledge and Peter sat with Marcus and gazed out at the panoramic view while they ate their lunch. Tony told everyone about the change of plans and warned them to ration their water, then dropped a bombshell on Peter.
"Since we won't have any time for entertainment tonight, Peter and Marcus are going to pay us back now for Duane's camera! Tell us what Peter organised with you Sean!"
This was news to Peter but he realised it was what Sean had been grinning about.
"Well! They're going to bring those two soldiers to attention, and keep them that way for half an hour, then show us a couple of geysers. They have to do it right though, because there's a penalty if we have an early gusher or if the soldiers get lazy, and the offender will finish the other off with a blow job!"
Peter shook his head in denial when Marcus stared at him in disbelief. Sean started organising them and got them to lie on their sides next to each other, but with their feet in opposite directions. Peter had to tell Marcus it wasn't his idea.
"Marcus! I didn't know anything about this! It's all Sean's idea!"
"But I'm going to go off first! You know what I'm like!"
"Well last as long as you can, but tell me when you can't stand it anymore. Okay!"
Marcus looked puzzled but nodded. This was completely embarrassing and they had to talk all the time to tell each other when to speed up or slow down. Tony told them they had to try different things to make it more interesting. For nearly 20 minutes they managed to keep each other's boners stiff and hard, and with Tony's order Peter discovered the kinds of things that kept Marcus turned on. Rubbing the top of his cock was the fastest and tickling up and down the front of his shaft was nearly as effective. Eventually Marcus whispered.
"I'm not going to make it Peter! Next time you have to build me up I think I'll lose it!"
Peter started pushing himself into Marcus's hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Just told me tighter Marcus and go a bit faster!"
Having his cock teased for 20 minutes meant that Peter didn't need much more stimulation and soon they had the geyser they were looking for. When he looked around everyone was grinning at him. Barry had his camera out and Sean looked like it was Christmas. Peter didn't know what it would be like to give Marcus a blow job, but he didn't think that Marcus would have even been able to start.
Sean arranged the rest of it.
"Well that's a bit of a turnaround! Okay! Standing up Marcus! Peter! You kneel in front of him and hold his butt with your hands! Marcus! Hold your hands on Peter's head and move away at the right time! I don't think he'll be happy about any swallowing! Now Peter! Away you go! Try and make it last the 10 minutes you missed out on!"
Peter wasn't going to try to make it last at all. It was just too embarrassing in front of everyone. He put his mouth over Marcus's cockhead for a moment and just rested it there till he realised he was going to have to do something to make things happen. He tried sucking and moving his head and very soon he heard Marcus making his moans. Peter thought that playing with Marcus's balls might speed things up, so he moved his hands and made little squeezes and tickles. Marcus reacted straight away and Peter felt his cock start pushing in and out. Peter pulled his own head away when he thought it was time because he knew how Marcus kind of lost it when he was getting close. Just-in-time because Marcus grabbed himself for a few jerks and they had their second geyser. It was time to lie down for a doze now, and Peter was thankful to turn on his stomach and not look at any one. Marcus had given him a quick hug and said thank you and Sean put his hand on Peter shoulder in a friendly way.
The next section of the coast was the wildest yet. They left the packs at the sandy ledge, put on the t-shirts that Tony had told them to bring, and set off. At one stage they had to swim to get through, and there was lots of climbing past huge boulders. They found a natural blowhole, with water spurting up two or three metres from a crack you could just fit your arm through. Sean got the laughs by standing over top of it for a spa massage. By the time they returned to the packs again it was almost five o'clock, and they had to get moving. Peter's litre of water was finished but Sean noticed, and gave Peter and Marcus and share out of his two litre bottle. The sun was almost setting, and for the last couple of kilometres they moved at a steady jog. This caused Peter more embarrassment because the rubber ring held his balls out and everything keep bouncing up and down. Sean made it worse by jogging beside him with a big grin on his face. It was just after eight o'clock when they reached camp and Peter felt like collapsing in the tent. He'd had another exciting day and felt a real sense of achievement to realise that they'd covered over 20 kilometres. There was no rest though, because there was water to fetch and a fire to start, while Duane and Sean organised the meal. After tea the others had their wash while Peter and Marcus cleaned the dishes and then they had to wash each other with the same ritual as the night before. Sean was supervising them this time and he was smiling at Marcus's moans.
"We should have set the counter at 30, not 20! I think there would be a couple more geysers!"
When their washing was finished he took them closer to the fire so he could see better, pulled out a safety razor, and using some warm soapy water gave them both a shave.
"We can't have you looking scruffy!"
As Sean moved his head and pulled his jaw in different directions, Peter had the same funny little feelings he sometimes got when he was getting a haircut. Once again he saw Sean grinning at him.
"Feels nice doesn't it Peter?"
It was 9:30 p.m. and time for the tent, because evidently the next day was going to be active as well. No wonder these guys were fit. Peter had the impression they never stopped. Peter sat watching the fire for a few minutes, thinking about what had happened during the day, before climbing into the tent. When he lay down he thought that Marcus was already asleep but he wasn't quite sure. He'd just reached a pleasant relaxed state with his eyes closed when he felt a hand rest on his stomach, and realised sleepily that it came from Sean's side. It slid slowly down till it was resting on his cock and when he went to move it away with his own hand he heard Sean whisper softly in his ear.
"No! Leave it there!"
Peter lay motionless while Sean's hand softly held him and then explored. He felt himself responding but at the same time tiredness was washing over him, and his confused thoughts disappeared as he faded into sleep. Peter awoke to realise that Sean was holding his morning boner. He felt so cosy under the sleeping bags being used as covers, that he didn't want to move, and he also realised that he didn't want to move because he liked the feel of Sean's hand. He stayed where he was for a few minutes, making the tiniest of movements to assure himself that it did feel as nice as he thought, till he opened his eyes and saw Sean looking at him in the weak light of dawn. Neither moved for a while then Peter rolled himself ever so slightly, so that he pressed a little harder against Sean's hand. It wasn't a planned movement, but it wasn't quite impulsive either and Peter understood that he'd just admitted to Sean that he liked the situation. Sean left his hand in place but he didn't do anything else and they both stayed watching each other with Peter occasionally making little pressure movements. Peter would have stayed there, but Tony sat up and his movement stirred Marcus as well, and soon everyone was moving around.
The morning's activity involved a walk past the cliffs to the West. After about a kilometre they reached an inlet extending inland for nearly 400 metres till it reached a small river. They stayed for a couple of hours, swimming and exploring the rock pools. Tony had two sets of goggles and snorkels and he shared them with Marcus for a while, then handed them over to Sean and Peter. Sean led the way and showed Peter how to duck-dive properly so they could check out some of the deeper holes together. When they got back, Barry and Duane had their turn and Peter watched a small octopus that Marcus had found. It was stuck in a very small pool and Sean carefully moved it to a bigger one where it could move around more. Peter got a bit spooked when the others decided to swim across the inlet, because it looked such a long way, but they persuaded him to try.
"It's only about 200 metres Peter! Four laps of a swimming pool! Just take your time and you'll do it easily! It looks further because it's in a straight line!"
Everyone stayed together and by the time they were halfway there, Peter realised it was much easier than he thought. On the return trip he knew that he could have gone much further as long as he took it slowly. Tony and Sean had a race for the last hundred metres and once again Sean was way faster. They went back to camp for lunch then headed for shady spot on the beach at the base of the cliffs. Tony and the others seemed to have a policy of relaxing and staying out of the sun for a couple of hours when was hottest. But it also meant they had time to turn their attention to Peter and Marcus. Today they decided they would watch them wrestling and Tony gave them the rules.
"It's best-of-three! You win by holding the other one pinned or helpless for a minute, and will think of something for the loser to do!"
Peter knew straight away that he would lose because Marcus was stronger, but he kept trying anyhow. He lasted longer than he thought he would because the minute rule often let him wriggle out of Marcus's holds.
"Well! that looked a bit uneven! We'll just have to even it up a bit! So what's Peter's penalty Sean?"
"That back rub I didn't get the other day sounds perfect!"
The back rub was saved for later because Tony kept things going.
"All right Marcus! 30 push-ups for a start!"
As soon as the push-ups were finished Marcus had to carry Peter 100 metres down the beach and back in piggyback fashion.
"Okay! 30 more push-ups!"
Marcus just made the 30 with a great effort and then they were wrestling straight away. Peter managed to pin Marcus once but then he recovered and Peter lost the round again.
"Two losses Peter! You'll have to try harder! That's a geyser now!"
Marcus had to do the press ups and carry Peter routine again, and this time Peter had him pinned twice before he recovered. The whole thing was rigged though, because as soon as Marcus managed to pin Peter down he'd have to do more exercises again. Marcus lost that round and the next. Tony grinned at them.
"That result was wangled wasn't it?
But you both kept trying so we're giving you the option of a kissing demonstration instead of the geysers if you like!"
The kissing sounded far less embarrassing than jerking each other off again, and they quickly chose it. Tony told Sean to set this up and they found it wasn't just a simple kiss.
"Okay Peter! You lie on your back and Marcus lie on top of him! Good! Now Peter! Wrap your legs round him! We'll try for five minutes for this first kiss and see what happens!"
Here we go! Thought Peter as he wrapped his legs and felt their groins in close contact once again. They pressed their lips together and stayed in that position for about a minute before Sean stopped them.
"That's not a kiss! Marcus you're on top so your tongue goes inside Peter's mouth and moves around a lot! Peter! Let's see your hands doing something, and both of you move your hips! You're meant to be kissing each other, not lying there like two doormats!"
Peter started moving his hands on Marcus's back like he'd seen in the movies, and opened his mouth. Marcus's tongue felt very strange but then Peter was startled to realise that it felt quite nice. He wondered what Marcus was thinking of all this. Peter felt him starting to react already and he knew it must be very confusing for him. Peter was just starting to stiffen himself, when Sean told them to swap over.
"You're the tonguer now Peter! And move those hips more! Just like you did the other night!"
Peter pushed his tongue into Marcus's mouth and moved it around the same way that Marcus had done. Lying on top of Marcus and moving his hips like this made him feel rude with everyone watching, but it was also the biggest thing in giving him a boner. By the time they swapped again Peter could tell that Marcus was close to losing control. When he started his little moans Peter sped his own movements up so they would finish closer together. Marcus stopped kissing and held his the head back while he made more forceful movements, and when Peter did the same it finished him off. Peter felt the warmth and wetness between them as Marcus slumped with all his weight, and then had to keep going for another 20 or 30 seconds before he could finish as well. When they sat up, Peter saw Barry putting his camera away and Sean sent them into the water to clean up. Tony said they'd now paid for the broken lantern and it was time to relax. Peter woke to find only Marcus with him. He could see the others out in the surf, but he waited till Marcus woke before joining them. The waves were bigger than the first day, the rides very exciting, and they spent the whole afternoon till five o'clock in the surf, occasionally stopping for a rest and warmup in the sun. At five o'clock Tony led them all in another fitness session for half an hour except for Barry who went off somewhere. They did lots of sprinting, both on the hard sand and the soft sand, slogged up and down a nearby sand dune, and Tony and Sean had a race carrying Marcus and Peter on their backs. Peter thought his muscles were going to stop working on him, and when they finished he collapsed in the sand in relief and promptly fell asleep again. He woke with a start when he felt a finger tickling his stomach and saw Sean smiling at him.
"Hey! Sleepyhead! You've been here for an hour! It's time to come and organise tea!"
Marcus started the fire and fetched water while Peter, Sean and Duane collected some extra firewood. There was an air of hungry expectation about to tea tonight, because Barry had caught four good-sized fish and three small ones, and Tony was helping to clean and fillet them. Duane and Sean did the honours with cooking again, and Peter couldn't get over how delicious the fish tasted. After cleaning up the tea things it was time for their mutual washing with Sean supervising. There were lots of comments and laughter tonight and when Marcus made his involuntary moans, Tony and Barry stirred him by echoing in an exaggerated way. Marcus was totally embarrassed and Peter could see that he was relieved when Sean gave him a shave with the safety razor.
"Now soldier! Let's put a noose around your neck!"
Sean fitted the rubber ring on again. When Peter was having his cock washed he made sure he didn't make any noise but then he heard the laughter again and saw Tony and Barry moving their hips back and forth. Oh my God! Do I do that? And yes! He realised he was. Now he was as embarrassed as Marcus. Sean held his head to give him his shave and Peter had to ask.
"Have I been doing that all the time?"
"You sure have Gorgeous! It's been one of the biggest highlights!"
Sean took hold of Peter's cock and gave it a squeeze before fitting the rubber ring.
"Okay you two! Hands on, till we finish at the campfire!"
It was another night of music provided by Duane and Sean, but not as lively as the first night because everyone was tired from all the activities. Peter thought it was wonderful and as he listened to the notes carrying from the campfire out into the warm summer night, he wished he knew how to play some kind of musical instrument.
"Come on Peter! You're the only one we haven't had a request from!"
"Do you know a song called, "Like a Bird on the Wire"?"
"Leonard Cohen? Peter! I'm surprised that a tent wrecking fag basher would listen to such thoughtful songs!"
Peter thought this was a kind of challenge from Sean. It made him feel ashamed and he didn't know what to say.
"That's not fair! I did everything, and Peter didn't even know until he saw it! It was all my fault!"
Peter was surprised that Marcus said this but even more surprised at what happened next. There was silence till Tony, followed by the others, started to clap.
"Come here Marcus!"
Marcus, looking around at everyone warily, went and stood in front of Tony.
"I'm very pleased with you Marcus! We've watched Peter help you and stand up for you time after time, and now you've finally had the courage to do the same for him! Are you happy to let one of your poofs shake your hand?"
Tony held his hand out and Peter watched Marcus accept. Marcus looked pleased and Peter knew he would think a lot about this.
" Okay Marcus! Back with Peter now!
Sean! I'm so happy with this that we're calling off tonight's special event! Can you cope with missing out?"
"Tony! I'm devastated! But we can't spoil the golden moment can we? Death by a thousand cuts gives way to kind deeds! Well! Here's hoping there will be another temper tantrum!"
When he held up the safety razor Peter wondered what he meant, till he mimed shaving their pubes. Would they really have? Yes! He knew they would.
"Do you know this song that Peter's asking for Sean?"
"Yes I do! It's a great song and it's one that moves me!"
Everyone listened as Sean experimented for a moment to get the notes right. He played the signature tune, sang the words to match, then did the same for two more verses while Peter listened raptly. The music finished after this and everyone chatted about events of the day that had been interesting or humorous and Peter found out that while he'd been asleep after the exercise session, Marcus had given Sean his back rub. Everyone started getting ready for bed but Peter and Marcus stayed by the fire for a while and talked about their close call with the razor. Marcus wondered what would be happening to them the next day when Sean came by.
"Hey you two! How come you're not holding each other?"
Their hands shot down like rockets, but he just laughed.
"No! It's all right! I'm just stirring! Stand up and let me get those rings off you, unless you want to keep them on? There we are! Our two little soldiers still with their fur coats! I think you should go to bed! Marcus looks like he's about to fall over!"
Peter fiddled round for a while and made a warm drink, till once again, he was the last one in the tent. He bumped against Marcus to see if there was any response, but typically, he'd bombed out very quickly. Peter was very nervous, but when he lay down, he faced towards Sean who was lying on his back. After last night, and in bed this morning, he wondered if anything was going to happen, but he wasn't even sure if Sean was still awake. He waited with his heart beating faster than usual for a few minutes, then felt for Sean's hand and moved it to rest on his cock. Peter felt himself hardening under the touch of Sean's hand but there was still no movement or response from him. Was he making a big mistake? Perhaps Sean had fallen asleep the way he had himself last night? He decided that he would move away and let Sean sleep, and pressed against him for a last touch to remember, when he heard a soft whisper.
"So! The sergeant's come to visit has he?"
A surge of excitement went through Peter as he nudged against Sean's hand again and felt the same gentle exploration he remembered from the night before. There was no way he was going to fall asleep this time. His whole body was springing to life, with awareness that something new was happening. How could it feel so different to Marcus's hand? The fingers traced his balls, causing them to jump around in their sac, then moved back upwards to set his shaft, and then his helmet, on fire. The feelings stopped when the fingers left him and Peter wondered what was wrong, till he felt his own hand lifted and placed, the same way he'd started a short while ago. The cock that he'd become so aware of today was growing under his hand, and he used the same gentle movements he'd just learnt, while it lengthened and hardened. Bigger than Marcus, maybe even bigger than himself, it felt strong and alive and he hoped it was feeling the way his was. Now there was another change. Sean rolled on his side to face Peter and there was a moment of loss when the fingers left him, only to feel a new magic as they started to travel all over his body. Shivers and tingles followed their path and he repressed the urge to gasp aloud.
"Touch me Peter! All over!"
Move matched move in a delicious game of follow the leader and Peter discovered soft and hard, skin and hair, muscle and bone, tingle and shiver. Soft, moist lips met Peter's in a gentle kiss of welcome, then moved to sample his cheeks, nose, eyes and more, then stilled, waiting to receive what they'd given.
"Closer Peter!"
Closer? Touch became embrace, warmth mingled with warmth, male pressed on male and heart beat against heart, till the final whisper set anticipation on fire.
"Follow me!"
After a hushed conversation by the dieing campfire, they collected the fly of Peter's tent for a groundsheet, two sleeping bags, one for underneath, the other to cover them, and walked to the beach. Then for several hours, all the things Peter had done with Marcus, and more, became real, as they cycled through intimacy, play, and passion, till they fell asleep with their bodies locked together. Peter was woken early next morning by a tickle on his tummy and a hand on his cock and another hour of new experiences went by before they returned to the camp. Peter organised breakfast for everyone, including Marcus, who stumbled out still looking very sleepy, and at about half-past eight Tony led everyone on a run down the beach for 30 minutes. When they got back Tony took them to yesterday's spot at the base of the cliffs.
"We're leaving today so we're going to take home a record of what happened with you two. Duane is in charge of you now!"
For the next hour and a half Peter and Marcus modelled for the series of sketches that Duane made. He spent five or six minutes on most of them, and they had to pose the major things that had happened, the kissing, dancing, holding each other and the rest. Then he spent about 10 minutes with each of them sketching a solo pose. Sean was sitting there watching and making comments till Duane hushed him for distracting his models, and Barry used his camera to get another record. A last session in the surf was followed by some lunch and then Tony called Marcus over.
"Okay Marcus! You and I am going for a walk down the beach for a big talk, and Sean is taking Peter in the other direction!"
Marcus looked at Peter kind of nervously but then went trotting after Tony who'd already walked off. Sean walked with Peter till they reached a secluded spot them grinned at him.
"Well Peter! Is the sergeant ready to go on parade?"
Peter returned the grin and gave a mock salute.
"I think he's eager for attention sir!"
They had a very eventful hour together before returning to help pack the camp site. Tony made sure Peter and Marcus had all the tent pegs and Barry gave them the hand line in case they stayed and wanted to try some fishing. He said they'd be receiving a CD with copies of all the photos he'd taken. He laughed and said that Sean wanted copies as well. Peter was surprised when Marcus stood up and made a little speech saying he was sorry for the trouble he'd caused and wanted to know how to pay for the things he'd broken. Tony laughed and said they'd well and truly paid, and everything was now square.
"Come on you two! We'll finish off with a hug, and hope you don't get into any more trouble!"
The hug was very much a repeat of the first one. Peter gasped at the strength of Tony's arms as he squeezed him, and jumped as Sean groped his balls again.
"Well Gorgeous! Look after them for me won't you!"
Peter and Marcus watched the four guys head off up the trail then went to collect their keys and wallets. They sat on the beach looking at the waves.
"What do you want to do Marcus? Will we head off?"
Marcus looked back.
"Let's stay the night! We'll have it all to ourself and it would be good if we could catch some fish!"
Peter thought this was a great idea because he'd come to think this was a great place. They grinned at each other and headed for the surf. Funnily enough both of them went nude for the rest of the day, Peter because he enjoyed it, and with what they'd been through there was no need for modesty. After a delicious meal of their own freshly caught fish they sat talking at their camp fire.
"Boy! Can you believe all that? At least those poofters have gone! It really shows you what they're like with all that stuff we had to do! I would have liked them if it wasn't for that! That Sean was friendly but didn't he talk like a total queer?"
"Marcus! He was way the friendliest, and he didn't really talk like that! He was putting it on to act like a poof's meant to be! Didn't you notice he did it all the time at the start but then he talked normal except for a couple of times!"
"I guess you're right! I liked Tony too, except that he was so scary!"
"Marcus! They weren't poofs at all, except for Sean! I thought Tony had a big talk with you about it?"
"This morning? He just said all this stuff about thinking for myself and hoping I wouldn't get myself into trouble for not finding out what people are really like! Of course they were! We saw them!"
Peter thought Marcus was pretty dopey sometimes.
"Marcus! We only saw them hugging! Sean told me that Duane is feeling really bad because his mum has cancer! That's why he was so quiet! Tony gave him a hug when he was upset, just like you did for me when you knew I wast unhappy about that blow job! They never even touched us once! Sean was the only one who did, and that was only to stir us!"
The wheels went round in Marcus's head for a while before he answered.
"Well that makes sense! Especially with Tony because he didn't act like one! Just imagine if you couldn't tell! Anyone could be a poof and you wouldn't know!"
Peter thought of the new telephone number in his wallet and nodded in agreement.
The End of Trail Troubles.