by Harper Logan
And how the hell was I supposed to feel about that?
17
Sixteen—Adam
“Cam…ping?” I said around nine o’clock that night. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m familiar with this concept.”
“It involves sleeping outside,” Calvin said, leaning against the car door and taking a sip from a water bottle. “Under the stars. It’ll look great on video.”
And very romantic, I didn’t add. “But how would it work?” I asked. “You telling me you’ve got a tent in there?”
“Well, no… but I do happen to have a hammock.” I stared at him, and he laughed. “What? They’re comfy as fuck. You never know when you’ll find a chance to tie one up and have a lie-down.”
“I would never have guessed,” I said. “But one hammock? How’s that going to work?”
“We’re going to have to get pretty cozy.”
Hmm… sounded kind of appealing when he put it that way. “What about running water?” I asked. “Showering in the morning? Is this even legal?”
“Chill!” he said. “I already looked it up. There’s a YMCA nearby. We’ll drop by in the morning, and we can go to the beach after if there’s time. This way, we’ll have no problems paying for gas tomorrow.”
I shook my head. “You do realize we’re two fully-grown, employed adults—” Buddy yipped with indignation “—two fully-grown, employed adults and an unemployed dog. If our travel fund is seriously that low, we could always dip into our own cash rather than playing homeless for a night.”
“No.” Calvin straightened up. “Not a chance. That would ruin the spirit of this homiemoon.” He chucked me under the chin. “This is going to be fun!”
I rolled my eyes and got in the car. As he started to drive, another thought occurred to me. “And if we’re out there in the great outdoors, how are we going to manage, you know, rubbing dicks?”
He choke-sneezed, then went into a coughing fit.
“Shit!” I grabbed the wheel, keeping us on the road even as we slowed almost to a stop. Luckily we were on a quiet country road at the moment. If we’d been on the highway, we would’ve been too dead to even think about rubbing anything.
“So you want to fool around,” he said once he pulled himself together. “Again.”
“Well, yeah. I haven’t been holding your hand in public all day because I’m so turned off by you.”
“I know, I just figured…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “This’ll be, what, the third time?”
“If you have a way to do it in a hammock under the wide-open sky, yes.”
“I guess I thought you’d be bored by now, or something.”
I frowned at him. “Again, holding hands. Kissing, cuddling, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. All day. Do I seem particularly bored to you?”
In truth, I wanted him more than ever. Every time we touched, I got a little thrill in my chest. Or my stomach. Or my dick.
Calvin turned me the fuck on, and I may not have been able to explain why, but I sure knew what I planned to do about it. And it didn’t involve spending our last night together in celibacy.
“All right,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. “Well, we’ll figure something out when we get there. Do you see a good spot, by the way?”
“What? We’re not going to a campground or something?”
“No, man.” He glanced over at me and grinned. “I wish I wasn’t driving so I could get some footage of your face right now. You should just fucking see yourself.”
“Are you even serious? You can’t take me to McDonald’s, but you’ll make me sleep in a hammock in, what? The middle of the fucking woods?”
“It’ll be fun.” He turned off the road.
A few minutes later, the hammock was all set up between a pair of sturdy trees. Buddy looked on, somehow giving the impression of supervising us despite the fact that he was tied to a third tree.
We could still hear any cars passing by on the road, but they were few and far between, and we couldn’t see them anyway. And the hammock was bigger than I’d expected—it might be a semi-comfortable fit for two, and Calvin had also managed to dig a blanket out of the depths of his trunk.
“Your room awaits, monsieur.” He gestured at me to get in.
I stripped off my shirt, then my jeans. I’d leave my boxers on for the moment. I still wasn’t sure how he planned to do anything with me in this contraption, but I trusted it was going to happen at some point in the night.
“I’m swinging,” I said as soon as I was in. “Am I supposed to be swinging?”
“You like it? I’ll push you.” He came next to me and mimed a push. “How high do you think this could go?”
“You fucking asshole.” I put my hands over my heart. “Bad enough to be sleeping in this thing without trying to shove it to the ground. How can I even trust these knots you made?”
“Scout’s honor.”
I sighed. “Fine. Get in here with me and let’s get started on the dick-rubbing, shall we? Then I can go to sleep and forget we’re in a death trap.”
“Hmm…” He climbed in, and the way he sat next to me stilled the hammock’s wild swinging. “So you can’t even go to sleep anymore without rubbing your dick against someone else’s? You sure about being straight?”
Less and less sure by the minute. “Nothing gay about getting off with my buddy,” I said, and reached for his cock.
His sharp intake of breath put a grin on my face, and I continued to massage him through his pants even as the hammock began to rock again. Touching him felt natural now, and I wondered how I’d ever been put off by the idea of two guys together.
If I ever randomly came across gay porn again, my reaction to it might be completely different. In fact, once we got back and we weren’t doing this anymore, I might even have to seek out some of that porn.
My hand slowed, and I swallowed my discomfort. I didn’t care if we never did this again after we got back. We were just having fun—that was all.
Although if it was just fun, there was nothing to keep us from continuing… right? As long as our friends never found out…
“Trying to tease me?” Calvin asked, and stuck my hand down his pants.
I went to work on him obediently, and then my body quivered as he started doing the same back to me. “Oh, fuck…” The feel of his rough fingers was enough to make me groan out loud. I hoped no one else was in the woods around us. There were probably only bears. Hopefully they weren’t pervy ones.
The motion sent us wavering back and forth between the trees. I worried for another second about the knots, but I was more worried about jerking Calvin just right. He always made me feel so damn good, and I knew I had a lot to learn if I wanted to reach his level.
Which I didn’t… not necessarily…
I shook off the train of thought. Jerk him well. Right now, that was my only mission.
And I seemed to be doing okay at it, judging from the way his lips parted and his breath hitched. I tugged his cock with a firm, steady grip, the way I did to my own at the start of a session. He matched my rhythm, so that we were experiencing basically the same thing.
“You want to try something?” he asked after a minute.
“Something… like what?”
His breath was as ragged as mine, and he seemed to have to make an effort to put together sentences. “If you want, we could get off at the same time.”
I found myself panting, even though neither of us had sped up. If we kept going like this, I’d get off, no problem. Just having his cock in my hand turned me on so fucking much.
“How do you mean?” I asked. “Sixty-nine? In a hammock?”
“Mmm… no…” He squeezed my shaft a little harder, maybe without even meaning to. “I just mean, if we’re going back tomorrow, and if you want to try it…”
“Oh.” I pulled my hand out of his pants, suddenly needing to cover my mouth. “Oh.”
“Only if you feel like it,” he said quickly, stopp
ing what he was doing with his hand as well. “I’m totally happy just doing this. Or going down on each other, or whatever you happen to want.”
I took his hand, guiding it to move again underneath my boxers. Somehow I figured that’d help me think. “Um… are you talking about fucking me in the ass, or…?”
“Whichever,” he said. “I kind of expected you’d want it the other way, if you wanted it. I’m totally okay with either one. Or neither.”
“Oh, I definitely want one.”
“It’s not like we have to do either.”
I interrupted him. “No, actually, we really really do.”
I hadn’t had the urge until a minute ago, but now the feeling was overwhelming. It was quickly going from a want to a need. Yeah, I needed Calvin’s skin against mine, the firmness of his body pressed up against me. How had I not realized that before?
“I think you might be right about which way to do it,” I said. “But do you even have… you know… I’m no expert, but I had the impression that some things were necessary. Store-bought things.”
He gave a low chuckle. “I may or may not have picked some up today.”
I nearly blushed. “Thinking ahead, were you?” I gave him a pat on the cock. “What a smart boy.”
“Keep talking like that, and you’ll wake up Buddy,” he laughed. “Now, are we doing this, or aren’t we?”
“We sure are,” I said. “But… in a hammock?”
Faster than the speed of light, he’d set the blanket down on the ground. Buddy did open his eyes and watch us for a moment, then quickly decided to amble off. Once he was as far as the leash would take him, he made a few circles and settled down to sleep. Smart dog.
“So…” I said, sitting down on the blanket. The night was thankfully warm and not damp, but I still wasn’t sure how well this was going to work. “I think I’m supposed to put my dick in you now.”
“Yeah,” Calvin said, looking over at me with lust-darkened eyes. And wow, his sexiness made up for all my awkwardness.
“How do I…?”
He shed the clothes he still had on, and I followed suit. My jaw fell open as my eyes travelled along the length of his sculpted chest, and down to his stiffened member. I only gaped more as I watched him fumble for a three-pack of condoms and a packet of what I assumed to be lube.
“Here,” he said, as if holding the items out to me explained anything. “You should… well… never mind, I’ll do it.”
The touch of his hands sent more shivers through me, and I barely realized he was doing anything other than pleasuring me. I climbed to my knees, my cock already pulsating with my need to be inside him.
But he put his hands on my shoulders, guiding my back down to the ground. “Let me do the work.”
Where had this guy even come from? Who was he, to be talking to me so seductively and turning me on like this? He looked just like my old buddy Calvin, but my buddy would never straddle my lap, his eyes darkened with his need for me to fuck him.
“Oh shit,” I gasped as he sank onto me. “It’s so fucking tight. Does it feel okay for you? That can’t be okay for you.”
He hummed out in response, his eyes closed in pain. Or ecstasy.
“Calvin, seriously, I feel like I’m hurting you.”
He reached my base, his hot inner walls gripping me all the way down. “You’re stretching me,” he said. “Hurting… no.” He moved up an inch, ever so slowly. “I’ll admit it’s been a while…” An inch down, even slower. “That’s not a bad thing.”
My head was spinning, even as my hips quivered against the blanket. It’d been a while for me, too—an understatement, really—and I’d never been inside anything this tight and hot and motherfucking tight.
I groaned, no longer caring who might hear. My fingers dug into his waist and without even thinking about it, I moved him up and down. I wanted to pound into him hard and fast, to give him all the things that, with his previous gay experience, he’d be accustomed to.
But my body couldn’t handle what my mind wanted. I kept him riding me at that slow, steady rhythm, just an inch each time. Why? Because this alone had me on the edge, and anything more would’ve pushed me right the fuck over.
“Fuck,” I said, rolling my head from side to side. “Is anal always like this? I don’t think I could handle it.”
A proud half-smile was on his face as he moved above me. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
Was he saying we could do this again? My body definitely couldn’t take that. I was only experimenting here, only trying this out for a laugh. After tonight, I’d walk away and never do this again—never even think about it. I’d go back to women, maybe find myself a girlfriend…
“Oh, God,” I screamed as Calvin’s fingers located my balls.
Fuck, he felt too fucking good. How did he know exactly what to do? He was like a goddamn porn star, and here I was, barely aware of my surroundings.
I forced myself to my elbows, lifting my head enough to look Calvin in the eye. Oh fuck, he looked sexy when I was in him. He was all shadowy in the night, and then his features were tight and his eyes almost desperate. I’d done that to him, me. And knowing that made me remember my mission.
I reached out with unsteady fingers, wrapping them lightly around his shaft. He shuddered then, a full-body motion that made his abs ripple and his shoulders shake. I liked seeing him like this, needy and horny and quickly going out of control. I wanted to see him lose that control completely…
But far too soon, he pushed my hand away. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, bro.”
“I want to.” I reached for him again, wanting to touch him for its own sake. His pleasure aside, I wanted the heft of his length in my palm. “Let me do it.”
“I won’t last…” His voice was tight, and he dug his fingers into my shoulder as if to emphasize his point. His walls contracted around me. “I fucking want this to last.”
I shook my head slowly. “I don’t think that’s an option.”
My hips moved on their own now, thrusting up into him as if I’d given them permission to go faster. I knew I wasn’t going to be winning any medals for stamina tonight, but fuck it, this was my first and possibly only anal sex experience—with my best friend, no less. No one could expect me to hold off forever.
I teetered on the brink, so close to the edge I could practically taste it. Just a little longer. Enjoy it just a little more. I’d almost convinced myself that I could do it.
And then Calvin’s lips claimed mine, and I combusted.
18
Seventeen—Calvin
I opened my eyes, squinting against the bright sun. My back was sore. My neck was sore. My ass was sore? And I was in a hammock?
I shifted, twisting myself up even more in the knotted fabric. The air was warm, but where was my blanket? Ah, I saw it. It was on the ground, enveloped around a sleeping Adam—the reason for my sore ass.
Holy shit… I sat up as I remembered the events of last night. I would’ve questioned whether they really happened, but after the rest of this weekend, anything seemed possible. Well… anything physical. I couldn’t envision any scenario where Adam actually had feelings for me.
I climbed stiffly down from the hammock, mentally congratulating myself on being up before Adam for once. Before I could get too proud of my accomplishment, he peeked his head out from underneath the blanket. “Hey.”
“You’re up?”
“Of course,” he said. “Been up for hours. Already explored half the area with that guy.” He pointed at Buddy, who was currently passed out. “It’s about time you woke up. My phone’s going to die soon.”
“Oh.” I should’ve known.
“I put out a new video from yesterday. Already getting comments. Want to see?”
“Save your battery, I’ll check it on mine.”
I rubbed my eyes, wondering how we could both be acting like normal buddies after he’d made love to me. Fucked me, not made love. Even if it
’d felt so much deeper…
The comments section was just starting to light up, with new ones coming in as I looked on. Our fans loved the video of us souvenir shopping and setting up our campsite. “My favorite bros!” one person wrote. “Wish I could hang out with you two!”
Most of the rest were similar. Then another showed up. “I know they claim to just be friends, but I’ll ship these two until I die! Who else saw the way they look at each other?”
Adam saw it at the same time as I did. “What’s ‘ship’ mean?”
“I don’t know… I guess they think we’re more than friends, anyway.”
“And what’s this about how we look at each other?” he asked. “When do we even do that? One of us is always holding the camera.”
“I know, right?” Unless they meant how we looked at the person holding the camera. “Crazy.”
I started untying the hammock from the trees. Time to get out of here, and head back to Rosebridge… back to reality.
Back to a place where there was nothing more than friendship between me and Adam, and where it would always stay that way.
“Now someone else is commenting,” he said. “They say we sound different when we talk to each other versus when we talk to the audience.”
“Well, of course!” I said, gesturing at him to get up and grabbing the blanket. “Anyone would.”
“Yeah, agreed.” He took Buddy’s leash as I folded the blanket into a messy square. “Phone just died.” He slipped it into his pocket.
We packed our stuff into the car and headed for the YMCA. The shower was much-appreciated after the night in the great outdoors—and what had come before that. I glanced at my phone again while waiting for Adam to finish up.
He’d held back about exactly what that comment said. “They talk like they’re in love,” the person had written. “All sweet and affectionate.”
I huffed. Suddenly I didn’t feel like making more videos. These people might’ve funded our trip, but they were also reading into things that were none of their business. I hadn’t put my life online for complete strangers to start picking me apart like this.
