Camping Trip

"Well, fuck!" Zeke says. "Thanks, guys. Real smooth."

"Sorry, dude," Parker says, wincing. "Try talking to him?"

"I guess." Zeke throws their arms up, walking over to the blue tent.

"Shit," Parker laughs. Parker and Cal giggle drunkenly together, their beer cans clinking as they lean into each other. Parker grabs his hand around Cal's neck, holding her steady as they laugh and laugh.

Finally, when the laughter grows quiet, they're left with their foreheads pressed together, Parker's hand on Cal's neck.

"Shit," Parker says again, in a deeper tone.

"Parker..." Cal starts to say. Then she stops, having no idea what to say or do next, but she doesn't pull away.

"Cal..." Parker begins. "I, uh... Do you...?"

"Yeah," Cal breathes, giving him permission.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Parker closes the distance and their lips meet, soft at first, tentative, exploring. Sparks fly in Parker's chest and he doesn't understand why, but it spurs him on to kiss Cal harder. His grip on her neck becomes firm and insistent. There's nothing but the chirping of the crickets, the crackling of the fire, the cold hard log beneath them, and the warm mouth moving against his.

"Mmm," Cal hums against his mouth.

Parker growls into the kiss, letting his tongue slip out and softly tease Cal's lips. She mirrors him, their tongues brushing, and it sets off a jolt of electricity in both of them. Without realizing it, Parker squeezes the beer can he's still holding, hearing it crinkle, and he breaks the kiss to put it down on the ground, taking Cal's beer and doing the same. With free hands and a smoldering gaze, he returns to kissing Cal with a hunger that he can't explain, slipping his hands in her long blond hair.

Cal fists a hand in his Carhartt jacket, her other hand stroking Parker's jaw. Their tongues find a soft, slow rhythm that melts Cal's insides like molten metal ready to be poured into a mold. She moans without meaning to; he moans back, his hands gripping harder in her hair. Parker's teeth gently nip at her lips and she groans. She pulls back from him, swallowing hard.

"Do you want to... uh, take this to the tent?" she asks. "Wrestle for top?"

He laughs generously. "Yeah, let's."

CHAPTER 3

"Lou... What's up?"

A huffy Lou is pouting in the sleeping bag as Zeke enters the tent.

"Nothing."

Zeke sighs.

"It's not nothing. What's up?"

Lou heaves a big breath but says nothing. Zeke waits patiently, sitting down on the other sleeping bag with crossed legs.

Lou is on his side, facing away from Zeke. He rolls over onto his back, staring up at the top of the tent, avoiding Zeke's gaze.

"I'm just tired of everyone making such a big deal about us sleeping together. I don't get it! Everyone's fucking everyone, what's the big deal about us two?"

"I think... They're just teasing us."

"Well I'm sick of it!"

"You're not... usually so sensitive about their teasing, Lou. Is there--"

"No!" Lou rushes to say, cheeks burning.

"Okay, okay. Sheesh."

"Look, I just, I don't normally bottom, okay?"

"Okay--"

"And I've never bottomed in front of other people, and I've never bottomed for someone I had feelings for--" Lou cuts off suddenly, looking shocked and curling up in the sleeping bag, facing away from Zeke again. "ShitIdidn'tmeantosaythat."

Zeke reaches out for Lou, but thinks twice and pulls their hand back.

"Lou..." they start to say. "It's okay." Shit. How does Zeke make him feel better right now? "Look, it's no big deal. Feelings happen, right? And --"

"Oh, God," Lou moans. "You don't like me back. Christ. This is humiliating. Please, just go."

"No, wait, Lou--"

"Please?"

"Lou, what I'm trying to say is that I like you too."

"...What?" Lou croaks.

"I... also have feelings for you."

Lou isn't breathing anymore.

"Lou?"

"Oh."

"Yeah. I, um... I like you, Lou. And I liked fucking you. But I've also been fantasizing about getting fucked by you, and I'm up for either or both tonight, so..."

"So..." Lou says, processing, the gears in his head turning slowly.

"So, do you want to fuck me, Lou?"

Oh God. Lou clears his throat and swallows. "Uh..." he says, finally glancing at Zeke. "Yeah. Yes."

"Then unzip your sleeping bag and kiss me, Daddy," Zeke says, starting to pull off their clothes.

--

Parker and Cal wrestle for top in the tent. Parker is stronger than Cal from all the rugby, but Cal is slippery and fast and Parker can't seem to pin her down. They're wrestling on the equally slippery sleeping bags, and Cal slides out from underneath Parker like they're oil wrestling or something. The thought has Parker imagining Cal in a tight sports bra and shorts, covered in oil, and his brain goes blank for a moment when Cal pins him down to the ground.

"Loser bottoms," she says in a gruff, deep voice in Parker's ear. It makes the blood rush to his skin, to his core, to his hard dick and throbbing cunt.

"Fuck," he groans.

"Say it, Parker. 'Fuck me, Cal.'"

Parker's eyes burn like hot coals.

"...Fuck me, Cal," he mumbles.

"Are you always this easy, Parker?" Cal says with an arrogant smirk. "Desperate for my cock, huh?"

"Fuck you, Cal," he spits. "I've seen you eyeing my packer all night."

"Oh, is that what you think happened?" she says. She reaches her hand down to grab his packer and grind it against his dick. "This packer?"

Parker's breath stutters and stops for a moment as his dick rubs against the base of the strap-on. "Fuck--" he gasps.

"Yeah, I want you to keep this on while I fuck you, Parker. Jerk your cock for me while I'm inside you."

"Fuck, that's hot," Parker groans.

"God, you're such a needy little slut for it, aren't you?"

Parker doesn't reply, but his jaw clenches and his cheeks burn.

"Now, you're gonna pay for what you just said. 'Fuck you, Cal'? You think you can say that to me and get away with it, boy?" Cal spits boy like it's an insult. "Call me Daddy... and apologize."

Parker grits his teeth, saying nothing.

She leans her head down to his ear. "Do it now... or else I won't let you cum."

"Fuck," Parker whispers, almost to himself. "I'm, uh... I'm sorry, Daddy."

Cal laughs meanly. "Pathetic. So needy."

Parker can feel his breathing speed up, his heart pound, his body thrum with heat and desire. He's usually on the giving end of humiliation and degradation like this; receiving it is making him hot.

He tries to catch Cal's mouth in a kiss, but she pulls away.

"Kiss me?" he asks.

"Oh, baby boy wants a kiss. No. The correct way to ask is with 'please' and 'Daddy'. Try again."

"... Please kiss me, Daddy?"

"Good boy. That's better. The answer is still no. I'm feeling mean tonight, and I don't want to give you what you want. At least, not yet."

--

"Kiss me, Daddy," Zeke says, pulling off their clothes, starting with their jacket.

"Fuck," Lou pants. He wrestles his way out of the sleeping bag. "Let me do that."

"Oh, Daddy," Zeke teases.

"Call me Sir," Lou says, reaching for Zeke's hoodie. He pulls it over their head, pulling their t-shirt along with it and revealing their small chest.

"Yes, Sir," Zeke says, still teasingly.

Lou reaches for the back of Zeke's head, pulling them in for a hot kiss, one that's all possession and need and fire; flames lick up Zeke's neck and face.

"Fuck," Zeke pants when Lou breaks from the kiss to take off his jacket and sweater. Zeke tugs him back in for a kiss by his belt loops, and he feels it in his dick.

Zeke toys with the hem of Lou's t-shirt and mumbles in the kiss, "Can I take this off?"

Lou nods and whispers, "Yeah." He's wearing a beige binder underneath. "This stays on," he adds.

"Are you comfortable with me touching your chest at all, or no?"

"No... and thanks for asking."

"Of course."

Zeke smiles at Lou in a warm way that buzzes down to Lou's fingertips and toes.

Lou can't help but shove them to the ground and pin them with his body.

"God, you're so fucking... delicious," he says. "I could... devour you."

Zeke whimpers at that. "Please, yes."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir..."

"Good boy," Lou grins.

"Fuck," Zeke moans. "Call me that again."

"Oh, you like that, boy? You like being called a good boy?" Lou's voice drops on the last two words, murmuring them in Zeke's ear.

Zeke squirms, writing underneath Lou.

"Answer me, boy," Lou says threateningly.

"Yes, Sir," Zeke rushes to say.

"Good fucking boy," Lou mutters, taking his hand and rubbing Zeke's packer through their jeans. Zeke's hips jerk and they moan appreciatively, eager for more. "Tell me how you wanna get fucked, boy."

--

Parker whines in frustration at being denied a kiss. He's pinned to the ground and feeling hot and bothered underneath Cal, who's turned into a mean top, making him beg just to deny him.

"Now, take your clothes off, boy. I want to see your cock."

Cal gets off him and Parker obediently strips his clothes off, naked except for his black silicone strap-on. He lies back down on the sleeping bag, cock bobbing in the air.

"That's a good slut. Now jerk it off," she says in a stern, deep voice.

Parker's eyes glaze over and go dark. He reaches down, compelled by Cal's stern order, and begins to stroke his cock.

"That's it," Cal praises. "That's a good boy. I'm just gonna reach down and tease your thighs open, see how wet you are from jerking off for me."

The base of the strap-on is rubbing against Parker's T dick in a thrilling, addictive friction. He's holding his breath to keep back his moans.

Cal spreads his legs and teases her fingers along the sensitive inside of his thighs.

"Do you want me to touch your wet hole, boy?" Cal asks.

"Mmm, yeah," Parker moans.

"Ask for it nicely," Cal demands.

"Yes, please, Daddy."

Cal tsks. "No, not good enough. In a full sentence, baby."

"...Please touch my wet hole, Daddy."

Parker's face burns, but he's still jerking his cock and rutting his hips against the base of it.

"Good boy," Cal says sweetly. She strokes a finger along Parker's wet opening and nearly moans at how wet he is. "Jesus fucking Christ, Parker, you're so fucking wet, you filthy fucking fucktoy. Is that all it takes, huh? Putting on a little show for Daddy and it's a fucking waterfall?"

Parker grunts, jerking harder, hips grinding faster. "It just... feels... so... good..." he pants.

Cal's finger traces his wet opening in circles, teasing. "Do you want me to slip a finger in this easy little hole, baby?"

Parker nods eagerly. "Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy."

"Mmm, begging for it like a good boy. Good toys get fucked."

Cal sinks her middle finger into Parker's eager hole, curling expertly and pulling desperate moans from his throat as he continues to jerk himself off.

"God, boy, are you gonna cum like this before I even get my cock in you?"

Parker moans. "No... Please fuck me with your cock before I cum."

"And how do you address me, boy?"

"Daddy. Please fuck me with your cock, Daddy."

"Good boy. Take off my belt for me."

"Yes, Daddy."

Parker eagerly undoes Cal's belt, and with her permission, her button and zipper on her jeans. He pulls out her packer, the same teal curved piece that had Charlie moaning Daddy at poker night.

Cal reaches for the lube -- a bottle was left in every tent -- and squeezes it up and down her cock, stroking herself to spread the lube around.

"You want this dyke dick, baby?" she asks arrogantly.

"Mmm, yes, Daddy," Parker says. "Fuck me with your dick while I jerk off."

"I didn't hear a please."

"Please, Daddy, please fuck me with your cock, please, please, please..."

Cal laughs meanly. "So fucking desperate for it. I'll fuck you with my cock, prettyboy, but I want to hear you thank me for it."

Cal slips her cock in between Parker's thighs, pressing it against his opening. He hasn't stopped jerking his cock and moaning about it. The sleeping bag slides against the floor of the tent as his hips grind into his hand.

"Beg for this butch cock, boy."

"Fuck," Parker moans. "Please fuck me with your butch cock, Daddy. I want it. I need it. I, uh, need your cock in me, Daddy. Please."

"You need it? So pathetic... But since you asked nicely..." Cal grins and guides her cock into Parker's hole and eases in.

He moans like he's a goddamn porn star. Cal feels it in her gut. She sinks all the way inside him, leaning back to watch him jerk his cock for her like an obedient little toy.

"Mmm, thank you Daddy. Fuck. I'm close, ohh, Daddy, I'm close already, fuck. Please fuck me. Please fuck me."

Cal growls and grinds her hips into Parker's, fucking him hard and slow. "You little slut. Close already, huh? You'd better beg for it real nice and pretty then. I'm not in the mood to be generous tonight."

--

"Tell me how you wanna get fucked, boy."

Zeke swallows, heart hammering. "I, uh... Want your fingers, Sir."

"I didn't hear a 'please,'" Lou says, sounding dissatisfied.

"Please, Sir, I want your fingers," Zeke corrects.

"Better. Take your pants off, boy."

Zeke rushes to obey and fumbles with the button on their jeans, struggling in the cold air with their freezing fingers.

"Need some help, boy?" Lou teases.

Zeke grunts and finally gets the button open, unzipping the fly and shimmying the jeans down their legs and off. Zeke's harness is the underwear style that covers everything, so they pull that down too, exposing the tuft of dark hair that lies between their legs. Lou gazes at Zeke's body with desire and a hint of depravity.

"You're so fucking hot," Lou says in awe.

"You're so fucking hot," Zeke repeats with a whine, their body writhing underneath Lou's.

"What do you want, boy?"

"I want you..." Zeke pauses, swallowing. "...to finger my cunt."

Lou growls, reaching for Zeke's arms to pin them above their head. He brings his lips to Zeke's neck, jawline, ear. He murmurs, "Beg for it... you dirty little slut."

A whine escapes Zeke's mouth before they can help it.

"Please, Sir... Please fuck me. Please fuck my cunt. Please finger me, Sir."

"God, is that all you've got?" Lou says with mock disgust.

"Please, Sir... I need it. I need your fingers in my slutty butch cunt, Sir. I'm a pathetic, needy little slut and I want your fingers in me so badly..."

"How badly?"

"I'll do whatever you ask, Sir. Anything."

Lou laughs.

"Good boy, Zeke."

Lou keeps Zeke's arms pinned with one hand and lets the other wander down their body, teasing their small tits, brushing their round belly, reaching down into their curls to find their wet slit and stroke it.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"There you go, boy. I almost had to punish you for forgetting your manners," Lou says, circling their wet opening.

Zeke whines. "Please, Sir."

Lou brings their finger up to Zeke's 'big dyke clit,' as they like to call it, stroking rhythmically.

"Please what?"

Zeke gasps and whines more. "Please fuck my cunt, Sir."

"Good start. Keep begging."

Lou alternates teasing Zeke's entrance and clit and Zeke aches for him to slip his fingers inside their cunt, but he doesn't.

"Please, Sir. Please, I'm such a needy little whore for you, I just, I need... I -- I need your fingers inside my wet cunt, Sir. My cunt needs it."

"Oh you need it? Poor thing," Lou mocks.

"Please, Sir, I'll do whatever you want. I just need your fingers inside me."

Lou chuckles. "Oh, you sweet, sweet little slut... So desperate for it. I like it. I'll reward it, this time."

Lou slowly, slowly sinks his middle and ring finger into Zeke's waiting cunt, relishing in the way their cunt stretches and relaxes for him.

"Fuck --" Zeke gasps. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

--

"Close already, huh? You'd better beg for it real nice and pretty then. I'm not in the mood to be generous tonight."

"Ugh," Parker groans. "Fuck."

"That doesn't sound like begging," Cal says sternly.

"Please!" Parker rushes to say. "Pleasepleaseplease, please can I cum, Daddy? Please, I'm so close and I need to cum so badly, I've been hard all day..."

"All day, huh? Slutty little boytoy. Who you been hard for, huh?" Cal fucks into him harder as she asks this.

"You, Daddy. You," Parker gasps.

"That's right," Cal says, punctuated by a thrust of her hips. "That's fucking right, Parker. Who have you thought about fucking you all day, boytoy?"

"You, Daddy..." Parker moans.

"Who's your fucking Daddy, boy?" Cal demands.

"You are, Daddy!" Parker cries.

"Beg to cum, boy."

"Please, Daddy, please let me cum. I'll do whatever you want, Daddy, whatever you want... I want to cum all over your cock like a filthy little slut, Daddy."

Parker's hand on his cock grows jerky and desperate.

"Better... I'm almost convinced," Cal says. "Do it more."

"Please, Daddy. Oh my God, please please please, fuck, please-- Please let me cum, Daddy, please let me cum. Please, can I cum, Daddy?"

"Hmm," Cal hums, considering. She doesn't stop fucking Parker as he jerks his cock and moans at the friction on his T dick. His mouth is wide in pleasure, his eyes closed, face flushed red, and he's never looked better. "Cum for me, Parker. Cum for me like a good boy, like a filthy little slut. Cum all over this dyke dick like you've been dreaming about."

Parker's been holding back, afraid of tipping over the edge without permission, and now he focuses his efforts on rubbing the base of the cock against him. Panting, desperate, he whimpers, "Please, please, please..." more to himself than to Cal.

The friction on his T dick grows in a deliciously addictive way. He chases the feeling, jerking his cock harder and faster, panting, moaning, getting so, so close -- until the pleasure peaks and explodes like a dying star, all consuming. Parker cries out a long, low moan, letting everybody in the camp know that he came.

"Fuck," Parker pants. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Cal laughs. "You like that, baby?"

Parker groans. "Don't call me that unless you mean it."

"And what if I do? Mean it?"

A spark lights in Parker's gut. He growls and flips Cal over onto the sleeping bag, gently pinning her wrists above her head. He stares at her, eyes dark with desire, and bends down to kiss her, hard at first, then softening to a slow rhythmic kiss. They lose themselves in it.

--

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

"Good... fucking... boy..." Lou says, punctuating each word with a slow stroke of his fingers. "Jesus, you're so fucking wet, boy."

"Mmm," Zeke whines. "You made me wet."

"Good," Lou growls.

"Please, Sir, can I have another finger, please?"

"Asking for it like a good boy..." Lou muses. "Good boys get what they ask for." He pulls out his two fingers from Zeke's cunt and adds a third, pulling a generous moan from their mouth.

"God, Sir, fuck. Oh my God. Your fingers feel so fucking good in my cunt. Please fuck me."

Lou pumps his fingers in and out of Zeke slowly, achingly so. Zeke moans and whines.

"More, please, Sir."

"More as in another finger?" Lou asks, "Or harder?"

"Both," Zeke whines, trying to grind their hips into Lou's hand.

"Fuck," Lou curses, curling his fingers inside Zeke's pulsing cunt. "God, I can feel you throbbing."

Zeke replies with a strangled moan for more.

"Jesus, okay, we get it, you're a needy little slut for it," Lou laughs. "Hang on. God, you're fucking dripping down my hand."

Lou pulls out three fingers and slips back in with four, fucking Zeke long and slow, going deeper with every thrust.

"God, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, Sir, fuuuuck," Zeke moans.

"Do you like that, baby?" Lou asks.

A spark of fire lights inside Zeke's chest.

"Yes, Sir. Oh, fuck. Yes, Sir!"

"Say, 'I like how you fuck me, Sir.'"

The fire grows stronger, licking down Zeke's body.