Our life together quitened drastically after Buddy's leaving. Oh yeah, after the scandal with him "streaking," he had to leave our little community and go to another school a few counties away. Life, in many ways, had never been better, but our time of peace and contentment came at a price. After the explosion of the news that "Matthew Letterman was really gay," many of his friends abandoned him. Hardly any of his old sports buddies dropped by the house any more to talk. It seemed that, for all the revenge I'd planned and carried out on Buddy, he'd still done his damage, especially to Matthew, and that's what hurt. I had always been an invisible nobody, but Matthew had been the school's star. He'd went from being the guy that all the girls swooned over, to being avoided, treated as if he was contagious. Even a visit to the local Walmart brought glances over shoulders and whispers. This was especially hard on Matthew. It wasn't the fact that he was no longer the "school hunk," but the mere fact that he was such a social person. To be so outgoing and have such a loving personality, and then to have almost all his friends walk away from him, had been a huge blow. Finally one morning, while we all sat around the breakfast table, mulling the upcoming events of the day, Robert cleared his throat and made an announcement that surprised us all. "I've been thinking. I know all this mess with you guys is taking its toll, so I think you guys need to take some time to yourselves." Matthew stared slackjawed, and his mother nearly choked on her last sip of coffee, but Robert Letterman was dead serious. "Oh come on, guys. Your mother and I are not stupid, we know you're not counting sheep together at night! We've known for some time now that you're sleeping together, so why try to hide it. Now, this has been taking quite a toll on you guys, especially you Matthew, so I think you guys need to get away for a while. Matthew, you've always been saying you'd like to hike the Appalachian Trail, so why not do just that?" It was true, Matthew was forever going on about "hiking the trail, and spending time outside." Robert seemed to remember the same thing as he nodded. "There, you see? It'll be a good thing for you. You can take my credit card for when you have to leave the trail for food. You've got those pack tents made just for hiking. You can take my pistol. We'll take you down to Ruby Falls, and you can hike from there. Every time you come down from the trail for food, you can give us a call and tell us about your progress. We'll drive up and pick you up before school starts next fall."
A week later we found ourselves, and after a call to one of Matthew's friends that still talked with him, standing at the edge of the forest, the three of us waving to Matthew's parents as they drove away, his mother tearing, but fighting bravely to be strong, and his dad giving a mischevious grin. "Now remember, no horseplay while you're by yourselves!" The first few days were farely uneventful. We made pretty good time, Matthew and his friend Drew chatting a few steps ahead of me, as we climbed from peak to peak along the winding trail that crested the southern Appalachian mountains. Occasionally we would leave the trail long enough to enter a small community and find a store, but as soon as we were fully provisioned once again, we would be back on our way. It was obvious from the first day that Robert had been right. Being outdoors had already done Matthew a world of good. He was already much closer to his usual bright, bubbly self. A week into the trip Matthew and Drew decided that we should take a day or two to rest. They couldn't be sure, but they were guessing we'd already covered 100, maybe even 120 miles on foot, and though some might have hiked this with no problem, my feet screamed with each step for a rest. After a bit of scouting, the guys found a small hollow about half a mile below the trail that was fed by one of the most beautiful rushing waterfalls I'd ever seen. The water seemed to almost appear out of the ground and rush across the ledge of the tall rock cliff, crashing some fifty feet down to the pool below. Matthew and Drew both agreed this would be just the thing to relax all our tired muscles, so finding level ground just away from the spray of the falls, we set up camp. Drew surprised us both by pulling a small "pencil-fishing pole" out of his backpac, along with a tiny tackle box. "I know there's fish in a creek like that, so we won't have to go to the grocery store tonight!" A few hours of effort and patience later, he'd proven right. Several trout hung speared over our camp fire, cooking for what was looking like a wonderful supper. A trip to the store the day before had found Drew coming back grinning wickedly, carrying four bottles of whiskey the old storekeeper had "looked the other way" as Drew had shown him his ID. That night we all sipped the strong liquor as we sat chatting around the fire. I was the first to begin feeling the effects of the liqor, but Matthew and Drew were not far behind. Finally Matthew called it quits and wrapped in his sleeping bag, snoring within just a few minutes.
Drew and I sat in silence for a long time, still sipping the second, now almost empty, bottle of whiskey. Drew turned slowly and stared at me intently, his blue eyes shining. "You know, it's amazing how Matthew ended up with you. I mean, I don't have a problem with him being gay, it's just you guys are so different!" Even with the effects of the alcohol, I felt myself tense. "I suppose, but we do love each other." Drew chuckled, "if you say so. Personally, I've never tried a guy's ass compared to a woman, but you must be awful good, or Matthew wouldn't leave all those girls behind!....................might have to try it myself sometime................. Come on, we might as well have another bottle!" After we'd drunk half the third bottle, I found myself wobbly even as I sat on the ground. Drew had become more of an outline than a for across the fire from me, so that being said, I excused myself and crawled into my sleeping bag. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep. All I knew was that was awoken by two rough hands caressing my shoulder. The hands massaged my shoulders from behind, rubbing circles in my upper back, and working around the my chest. A pair of lips began kissing their way across my shoulders. The hand unzipped my sleeping bag long enough for the muscular body to slip inside, and then began easing me onto my stomach. I couldn't see Matthew face from behind. The alcohol hadn't had any time to work from my system. All I knew was that I soft voice whispered into my ear, "I need to feel you." What little judgement my mind could muster told me that we shouldn't do this with the three of us sleeping so close, but my mind was still so foggy. Strong muscled arms circled me, as those lips began kissing their way down my back. The hands stopped feeling long enough to tear my underwear from my body, and three large fingers at a time found their way into my ass. I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped my lips, nor could I find enough judgement any longer to stop what was happening. The secondary searing pain of a thick cock being shoved uncerimoniously up my ass was almost immediately surpassed by the please of the tip hitting my prostate time and time again. My mind seemed to stop dead at the pleasure. For what seemed like hours Matthew pounded my ass, seeming to become more aggressive with each movement. "Oh yeah, that's it. You like it when I pound that ass, don't you?" The only thing my mind could wrap around was that Matthew seemed to be much more forceful than usual. It had been several days now since we'd had sex. Perhaps he just needed release worse than usual, or perhaps it was because we were here in the forest. Either way one last monsterous buck, and he gave a cry as his seed exploded into my ass, and collapsed into a spooning position beside me. Exhaustion and alcohol overtook me. My ass was a bit sore from our little escapade, and we were all tired. My sleep wasn't to last for very long, however.
"What the fucking, fucking, damn fuck is going on here?!?!?!?!?"
Matthew stood towering above me, his face contorted into a pure fury that was frightening to see. The odd thing was that if Matthew stood over me, why was I still so warm? Who's body lay next to me? I twisted as best I could in the sleeping bag to see another face staring frightened up at Matthew...............Drew!