The Camping Trip - Pt. 1
Usual mumbo-jumbo. If you're underage, don't bother reading this, turn around, so on and so forth. You know the deal, I probably shouldn't bother because you'll probably read it anyway. But, just in case, avert your eyes, and go watch shit on YouTube.
This story is the copyrighted work of Rob Houston. If I see you reproducing this work without my written permission, I'm going to sue you. Think I'm kidding?
This story also contains sexual interaction between High School students which is of a homosexual nature. If this offends you, take your head out of your ass, open your eyes, and get off the gay story websites, you closet queer.
One last thing. If you think this actually happened, you're a dreamer. This is a work of fiction. I don't even know anyone named Bryan.
Derrick and Bryan had been friends for quite a long time. They went to church together, played soccer and basketball together, slept over at eachothers houses, so on and so forth. They were both completely straight...or so they thought.
They were both "preps", wearing primarily clothes from Abercrombie, A&E, Hollister, Express and other high-end, fashion forward stores. Bryan was about average height, not too built, but not fat either. He had a mess of hair that was anywhere from brown to blonde, depending on how much light it was in. Not too much hair on him, under the arms, a little around the nipples, pubes, slight happy trail, dusting on the legs -- the usual. Derrick was just a year younger then Bryan, and had even less development. Barely any under the arms, clean chest and stomach, occasionally some hair on the legs -- basically just kept a small bush above his penis.
Every year, there was a camping trip that their school went on. In previous years, they were required to stay within the main area of their campground, near the picinic tables and fire were. However, this year, they were older. At 15, you could pick anywhere on their school's section of camp to set up your tent. The camping trip was the highlight of the year. Usually done in the deep winter, with snow everywhere, it was always fun to rough it in the deep woods. This year, however, was an exception. They got into the mountain, and there wasn't any snow yet. This always slightly depressed all the school kids, who were anxious to get away from the books and teachers and just frolic around in the powdery wonderland.
Derrick and Bryan, natrually, were going to share the same tent. They decided on a small, one-person sleeper, so that they could have a little more body heat, and wouldn't have to worry about freezing during the night. They quickly set off into the mountains, in search of a perfect spot. They quickly found it, far off the beaten trail, but still well within the grounds of their campsite, they setup their tent under a mild-mannered bush, and quickly began building a firepit not far away from the tent. From here, they would be able to roast marshmallows, cook dinner and warm up without having to do very much but lean out of the tent. After it was all setup, the headed back with their classmates to explore the rest of the day's activities.
Eventually, night fell, and the chaperones were all listening to the National Weather Service's report for this evening. They were calling for massive amounts of snow to get dumped on the mountain, which was good news -- and bad. The bad news was, they they would probably get snowed into their tents, which would make for some very interesting morning conditions. The good news was that by tomorrow afternoon, when everyone had dug their way out, they'd be sledding, snowboarding and skiing down the mountain at the most dangerous sections. Everyone was overjoyed as they made their way to their tents.
Bryan and Derrick were shivering by the time they got to their tent. They were too cold to be bothered with lighting a fire, especially if it was just going to get snowed away in an hour anyway. Quickly, they zipped up the double layers of the tent, lining the middle sections with garbage bags, just to make sure no snow was getting in. Then, they mostly stripped and hunkered down. They both had on a thermal shirt, but they had taken all their clothes and covered their sleeping bags with them, in an attempt to keep in even more warmth. Quickly, they realised that bringing a one-person tent was a bad idea. They both lay down, shoulder overlapping shoulder, with all their stuff pushed in around them. They laid in this akward position for quite a while, until Bryan finally said something.
"Hey Derrick. Do you think we should like...y'know...get closer..or something?"
"You mean...like...spooning?"
"I guess."
"Dude. That's just wrong. That's what fags do."
"How gay could it be, Derrick? I mean, we've practically grown up together. We're more like brothers then anything."
"I guess, in a way. Alright. How should we do this?"
"Well...just...turn sideways, I guess, Or I can turn sideways, then just basically press right up against me, and...hug me, or just kind of lean against me, and I'll lean back."
There was plenty of rustling in the tent as they tried this. However, try as they might, there was just too much bulk with the sleeping bags and clothes everywhere for them to get into a seemingly comfortable position. Then, Derrick had a bright idea.
"Well...we could always just share the same bag."
"Oh, like that's any less gay."
"This obviously isn't working. You said it yourself -- we're like brothers. Why not?"
"I guess. Your bag, or mine?"
"They're both the same, you loser. Let's just get into mine. I'm hotter, if you know what I mean..."
Brian chuckled at the lame joke as he quickly slipped out of his sleeping bag and moved in with Derrick. Derick quickly hugged him around the chest, and thrust his crotch right into Bryan's butt. His knees pushed into the back of Brian's, and their feet and legs wound around eachother's and started lightly caressing one another. Bryan felt a slight twitch in his pants, and he could swear he felt the same thing from Derrick. He pushed the thoughts away.
"No." he convinced himself, "He's practically my brother. This is sick, and wrong! I like girls! He likes girls! But...is that his dick...?" He heard Derrick lightly snoring in his ear, his hot breath blowing across the back of his neck. Then he felt it. It was subtle at first, a slight readjustment of sleep, perhaps. Then he felt it again. It was hard, it was very hot, and it was grinding against his butt. "Oh my God," he thought, "he's humping me. Filthy!" Bryan didn't know what to do. On one hand, he was freaking out at the fact that he was slightly the form of sexual relief for one of his best friends. On the other hand, however, it was kind of an exciting feeling -- his breath, the smell of their body odors mixing in the air, their bare legs, thighs and feet touching -- it lit up something inside of Bryan, and he hoped he could do the same for Derick.
He could feel it now. The warm slime moving across the very top of his butt crack. Derrick's cock had poked out of the front of his boxers, and was now slowly grinding on the soft skin on Bryan's butt and lower back. As slowly as he could, Bryan pulled his boxers down, flipped them around, and pulled them back up. The piss slit was now where his butt was. In his mind, he couldn't believe he was doing this, but it was something so exciting, so dirty, he just had to try it. He reached around, grasping the cock that was trying to make love to his back. Slowly he guided it downard, just at the base of his mounds. He then inserted the head into his crack, and pushed back slightly. He cock slid upwards, getting caught on his virgin hole.
Never before had something entered his butthole. He hadn't even thought to finger himself whilst jacking off. He couldn't judge the size of the penis that was gyrating into his boy pussy right now, and he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to. Derrick let out a light moan, and Bryan quickly pretended to be asleep.
"Oh wow," thought Derrick. He had been awake for just a little while. As far as he was concerned, he had woken up with a boner. He assumed that his friend had his boxers on backwards, and his cock was just poking at the entrance to his buddy's ass. It had felt so good, gliding up his ass crack. He wasn't sure if he should take this any fruther. He looked at Bryan, seeing that he was rock hard in his own pants, and appeared to be sleeping rather soundly, Derrick took a chance.
He gripped onto Bryan's chest, and rammed home. He slid his 6.5" shaft right up Bryan's hole. Then, the screaming started.
Brian had watched him out of eye slits as he examined him. "He wants it. He wants it bad." he had been thinking. Then he felt the hands grip around his body. "Here it comes..." thought Bryan, "...too late to back down now, I guess."
Then it hit him. It felt like he was being torn in half. Tears flooded his eyes, sickness started churning in his throat. The sharp, horrible pain that was in his ass nearly caused him to pass out. He let out a scream that would boil blood, but it came out as nothing more then a high pitched hiss, as Derrick pulled out, then shoved it right back in, a couple of times, before pulling out and turning over.
Bryan turned to him. "WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!?" The pain in his rectum was as real as the desire in his penis. "I'm probably bleeding," he thought, "that's it. I'll never be able to shit right again, I'll have to wear diapers...go to the hospital." he concluded. However, the entire time, Bryan hadn't gone soft. He couldn't figure it out, it almost felt...good, when Derrick had thrust it in a few times. He rolled Derrick (who was pretending to be asleep) over and stared him right in the eyes. "What do you think you were doing just now?" he questioned his young friend.
"I thought...I thought..." mumbled Derrick.
"YOU THOUGHT WHAT!?" Demanded Bryan in a pretty nasty tone of voice.
"...that you wanted it!" weeped Derrick.
As far as he was concerned, he was about to get beaten to a bloody pulp. Then, he thought Bryan was going to make him out to look like a huge closet queer in front of the entire school. The next reaction, however, surprised even Bryan. He had meant to keep up his charade, maybe even punch his friend a few times, then roll over and go to sleep -- curiousity satisfied, and ass hurting deeply, but instead, his affection poured out of him. Something he thought he would never do -- he kissed a boy (and he liked it?), right on the lips.
"I did." he muttered, as he thrust his tongue into Derrick's mouth.
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