When A Girl Canceled On Us (Patreon)

Everyone is 18.

Whatever. We were sharing the camper shell, Brandon and me. I was a freshman in the frat, and Brandon was a senior. He was my “Big” in the frat, which is a mentor type thing. We started working out together a lot, and it turned out we had a lot in common, and we got pretty close. He’s a bulky dude, and while I’m a fit guy myself, I’m only 6’ and “decently” built, compared to his 6’4”, muscular frame. We had worked out together lots of times by the end of the first semester, and he loved flashing his cock at the other guys in the shower, or at least making it prominent under his towel and stuff like that. It was big and meaty, much to my envy, and probably most guys who endured seeing it. He was cocky, but he was definitely a cool guy. 

The plan for the first weekend of Winter break was to go camping with this girl we both knew. All three of us weren’t going home until the second week, so we made plans to drive out to this secluded spot that was known for great views and even seeing some bears sometimes. The girl was a regular at our parties, but hadn’t hooked up with anyone as far as I knew. She was definitely into Brandon, and me too I think. She had been flirting with both of us recently, but neither of us had sealed the deal.

I fantasized about sleeping in the back of the truck, with her between us. I wanted to make out with her while he fucked her from behind, then flip her around and switch positions with him. It was going to be amazing. Since the first time I saw it in porn, I have always wanted to share a girl with a guy. I used to have jerkoff sessions with my older brother back in the day, and the fantasies filled my hormonal brain of both of us pounding into a girl at the same time, or taking turns, rocking her world while making the closest bond you could possibly have with another male. Jerking off together was always a blast when it happened, but it wasn’t everything. There was something so awesome about sharing horniness with another guy, and it felt like my ultimate, highest sexual experience would be a group fucking session with a hot girl between me and another cool guy. 

I never really told Brandon about how excited I was for it, but we had talked about how we both hoped we could fuck her on the trip. I decided to keep the full extent of my intentions to myself. I didn’t even know if it was just a fantasy or not, but the porn that rotted my brain made it all seem possible.

Then the day came, and she ghosted. No response to texts from either of us. Brandon even called her, but she didn’t answer.

We almost canceled the whole trip, but after standing outside our frat house next to our packed car for over an hour trying to decided what to do, we ended up hitting the road anyway. We had already packed, and it honestly seemed like more work to unload everything than to just go shoot some stumps for target practice and try to see some wildlife. It would be a boy’s weekend now, and that was fun too. It was just hard to let go of the idea of having sex that weekend. All of the sweaty balls smell and none of the pussy. I was so annoyed, it took me a couple hours on the road before I even felt excited about the trip again.

But the music was bangin, and eventually we started talking about fun stuff.

We got to the site, a few acres of unoccupied land deep in the forest. 

“You know one of our alums actually owns these woods,” he said casually as we pulled into the clearing at the end of the dirt road.

“Really? I thought it was just like, public land or something.”

“No, he owns like, two hundred acres out here. He just lets us use it. There’s a whole compound out that way somewhere. We hiked to it once, but we were afraid of booby traps and didn’t go into it.”

“Maybe we should sneak in,” I said, feeling devilish.

It hit me that there really were benefits to not having any girls around. We could go wild, and not have to deal with any femininity.

There was snow on the ground, but it wasn’t too cold. We set up a big fire right away, and since we were sleeping in the camper shell, and cooking over the fire, we didn’t need to set up much else. 

It was still light out, but there wasn’t enough time to go on a real hike, so he pulled out his gun.

I was intimidated upon seeing him whip out a snubnose police special, but I had shot guns before at shooting ranges, so it wasn’t a huge deal.

“It was my grandma’s,” he said, pointing it safely at the ground. “She kept it loaded in her nightstand until the day she died.”

“I hope the gun wasn’t related to her death,” I said, eyeing the shiny, intimidating weapon in his hands.

“Cancer,” he said, “runs in the family.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I said back, raising a hand to his tall, bulky shoulder. 

“Thanks. All good. That’s why I went vegan. It’s healthier all around.”

“I always forget you’re vegan,” I said. “How the fuck are you so muscular?”

“Plants have protein, idiot,” he said, like he was used to answering that question.

“But you can’t eat bacon!” I said, laughing.

“I’ll eat you instead,” he said, slapping my ass, making me almost hiccup as I flinched. 

“Watch out, you’re gonna make me cum all over,” I said, engaging in the gay jokes that were typical in our circle, going above and beyond to force a laugh or else it would fall flat. 

We moved on, and started setting up pieces of dead wood to shoot. It was pretty fun for a while, then boring. It got cold, and we sat by the fire. 

“I wish she came,” I said, staring at the flames, knowing he would be thinking the same thing.

“I know,” he said with a sigh. “I can’t believe she flaked.”

“Who needs her,” I said, “Guys are more fun anyway.”

“I really wanted to fuck her,” he said, shaking his head.

“Me too,” I replied. “We could’ve shared her in the camper shell.”

He chuckled through his nose, side-eying me with a little bit of surprise. “At the same time?”

“Why not?” I said, smirking at him.

“I don’t wanna get my cum all over you, buddy,” he said.

The way he said buddy reminded me that I was a freshman, three years younger than him. It added a layer of command to what he said, even if he didn’t mean for that to be the case.

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When we decided to call it a night, climbing into the camper shell and getting down to our underwear, the heat built up fast. Our bodies were producing enough excess energy that we had to crack open a window to cool off before we started sweating all over. 

I could already smell the masculine, boy smell that occupies close quarters with other males, especially when our clothes come off.

“And if she were here,” I said, “it would be even hotter in here.”

“In more ways than one,” he said back, scratching an itch on his balls. 

We started talking about girls, and pussy, which girls we had fucked. He had a lot more experience than me, being a senior, and I felt like I was more just listening to his stories than sharing experiences. 

“I’ve always wanted to share a girl,” I admitted quietly. “Ever since I first jerked off with my brother, it made me fantasize about doing a girl together, and what it would be like to rock her world. It’s like fucking her with two dicks, and with your best friend there with you.”

“You want your friend there with you?” he said. 

His voice indicated surprise, but his hand stayed at his crotch, escalating from scratching his balls to slowly massaging himself, gently rubbing his bulge in a comforting way that I recognized all too well.

“I’ve jerked off with friends before,” he said after a silent moment. “It was pretty cool.”

I thought about what he said for a second, feeling the blood flow straight into my cock, threatening to give me an uncomfortable situation of a boner constrained by my underwear, before he added, “Never shared a girl though. Would be afraid of it turning gay on accident.”

He grabbed himself harder, clearly as turned on as I was by our conversation.

“I have the weirdest boner right now,” he said, “It’s just from you talking.”

“You’re gay,” I said. 

“You wish,” he said back.

But then he pulled out his dick. I was shocked. I had never seen it hard before. It was way bigger than the floppy piece of meat that had already intimidated all the guys in the frat and in the showers at the gym. And it was so much bigger than mine.

“Woah,” I said, unsure, “What’re you doing?”

“Giving him some air,” he said, “Bet you like it, homo.”

“Well,” I said, pausing, feeling vulnerable, and honest. “I mean, I get why girls like it.”

He started cracking up. “You are so gay!”

I chuckled through my nose, my own boner threatening to rip a hole through my underwear. 

“I really wish we had a girl here,” I said, almost moaning, “I haven’t gotten laid in weeks.”

“A week for me,” he said with a strained breath as he gripped his rod by the base. “But I haven’t cum at all since then.”

“Damn,” I said, “You’ve gone a week without cumming?”

“Yeah, I was saving it for a special occasion. I do that sometimes. It’s fun.”

“Fun??” I said. “That sounds like fucking torture. It’s been two days for me and I was literally going to sneak out and beat my meat tonight before I explode.”

“Why do you have to sneak off?” he said with a smirk. 

I chuckled again, understanding the implication. Then the aroma hit, that scent that comes when guys get naked in close quarters. It was common in the frat, but not as common when it was just two guys hanging out. The manliness of his musky balls was filling the volume of the small camper shell we were lying in.

“I can really smell your balls now,” I said, faking a disgusted look on my face.

“You love it,” he said, grabbing his whole package in his hands and wiggling it around. 

After a beat of silence, he asked, “How did you plan to get her to fuck both of us? I was just going to kick you out and try to fuck her in here.”

“You dick,” I said. “But, I don’t know, I assumed when we went to bed I’d just see if she was up for it.”

“So you had no plan at all?” he asked.

“Well, girls usually wanna fuck me if I just ask,” I said, smirking. 

He rolled his eyes, turning onto his side to face me. His big dick was rock hard, and I tried to pretend like I wasn’t freaking out.

“And we’d cuddle fuck her from front and back like this?” he said, lifting his arm to cuddle the invisible body in the space between us, his hands almost touching me.

“Yeah,” I said, scooting closer to him and raising my arm like his, to hold the invisible girl and put my dick into her. “Like this.”

I hovered my arm between us, like it was wrapped around the invisible girl as well. He started thrusting forward a little, his throbbing hard-on moving back and forth into the space between us.

I reached down and pulled out my dick and balls, letting my boner finally breathe, and joining him in this little fantasy game. 

“She’d be loving our dicks inside her,” I whispered, like it was a secret, even though we were miles from another human. I started humping the air in between us, our dicks almost touching in the middle.

I compared them in my head. Mine was not a bad size, curving slightly to the left. Pale, turning pink when it was hard.

But his was a monster. Thick, veiny, angry looking. Not pink, but red. Perfectly straight, and wide. I pictured it going inside a girl, and how that must make her feel. 

“She would love your big cock,” I said, as both of us started humping the air more aggressively.

“She’d love both our cocks,” he said, scooting closer and closing the gap between us.

I felt his breath hit my face as he started breathing hard, before his hips thrust forward and, for the briefest second, I felt his dick touch mine. 

My eyes shot open wide, looking directly into his. The touch between our dicks felt electric, and his face showed that he was experiencing the same reaction that I was. I felt a tingle flow up my body, the most insane mix of naughtiness and horniness. Taboo, even compared to jerking off with my brother. This was actually touching dicks, even if we could call it an accident.

But I didn’t pull back. I stayed exactly where I was. 

“We’re the hottest guys in the frat,” I said. “Any girl would fuck us.”

His arm hovered in the air for another second before dropping down onto my hip. He thrust forward again, touching our dicks together, this time keeping them there. I felt a string of pre-cum between our dicks, and I didn’t even know whose juice it was.

We gave each other a look, wordlessly asking, Are we doing this?

And we telepathically answered each other: Yes.

He jumped on top of me, rolling me onto my back, immediately grinding his big cock into mine. “I’m fucking something tonight, one way or another.”

I should’ve been scared, but I was excited. His weight held me down tight. It was a shock, but it was also a thrill. I was at his mercy, but I had no fear. I was at the next level of horniness, and just wanted to see what would happen. 

It was this weird mix in my brain. It was like there was a girl there with us, but it was just Brandon on top of me, my mentor, my favorite dude.

“I’m so horny,” I said as I spread my legs, giving his body access to hump whatever he needed to. I shifted, accidentally elbowing him in his ribs, but he didn’t even seem to notice. 

“Me too,” he said as he kicked our pile of clothes out of the way, his muscular legs sinking down against mine, his body weight pressing into me harder, his muscles reminding me how much stronger he was than me. Our aching boners finally got some relief as they pressed against each other. Our pre-cum mixed on our abs as he started grinding into me.

“Fuck,” I said without meaning to, giving away how much I was enjoying it, losing myself in the moment.

He humped me with varying rhythm, while I started breathing heavy under the weight of him, and the stimulation he was giving my dick. It was almost naive, like he was trying to find a hole on me to fuck, where there was none. He shifted me around, sticking his dick between my thighs, rolling my hips to the side and sticking his dick under my balls, until I just rolled over onto my front, saying without saying it, I have one hole. 

He rubbed his dick between the mounds of my ass, pushing against my hole repeatedly, but never trying to go inside. I tensed and released repeatedly, like I was trying to coax him into actually fucking me, as scary as the idea was. The layer of sweat on both of us was making it easy for him to slip up and down against my skin. 

I started to feel like a girl, an object of desire, a receptacle for his dick. It was all blurred somehow with whatever erotic, horny atmosphere we had created tonight in this truck. He moaned, groaned, clearly finding the best version of non-penetrative sex there was to be found. The sounds he made varied from almost exaggerated porn noises to these deep, vulnerable, honest groans like someone who had just found out about sex.

But I knew he needed more.

I finally asked. “Are you gonna stick it in?”

He paused. “Can I?”

“Yeah,” I said, making a commitment before really thinking about what I had suggested. “If you want.”

He slowly worked himself closer to center, pressing against my hole.

“Your ass is just like hers,” he said. “It’s like a girl’s ass.”

“Yeah, fuck her in the ass,” I said, somehow still turned on in my head by the idea of sharing a girl with him.

The only difference was, I was playing the girl now.

Without saying anything to me, he suddenly reached across the camper shell, pulled out the first aid kit box, and in seconds found a jar of vaseline. He pulled one of my glutes to the side with one hand and rubbed it directly onto my hole, clearly desperate for some sex at this point. He pressed it into my ass with his thumb. I felt myself tense on him, and he started re-inserting his thumb until my hole relaxed, even though my mind was still as tense as it had been. Then he pressed the head of his cock up to my hole.

It felt like a thousand pounds on top of me, and a jack hammer pressing on my ass. I felt like I was about to be torn apart. 

In just a couple minutes, we had gone from two dudes talking about pussy, to my older, bigger, muscular frat brother pressing his dick inside my ass.

He popped it inside me, and I braced. In seconds, he was pounding me.

He fucked me hard, and it hurt. A lot. But I loved it at the same time. I couldn’t even understand exactly what was so great about it. It was male camaraderie. It was Brandon showing off his big, superior dick. It was being used as an object of pleasure for a friend. It was having a bonding experience that was unlike any other.

“You’re really fucking me,” I said between breaths, just as it started to feel somewhat numb, maybe even a little good. “I’m getting fucked right now.”

He was too deep into it to ask if I was ok, and that somehow made it even better. He was having the time of his life, and that was making me have the most erotic experience of my life.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he said, pressing another inch deeper than before. 

“You’re the best,” I said, my voice cracking like I was going through puberty again. “You’re the best, Brandon. You have the best cock. Fuck this girl.”

It was like I was turning into a girl without even realizing it. 

“Yeah,” he said, his breathing picking up, “Say my name like a good girl.”

“Brandon, your cock is amazing,” I said, sounding even more feminine than I had a moment earlier. “You’re the best. Fuck me hard, please.”

I was scared about what I had asked for, but in the moment, there was only one way to go.

“Fuck me as hard as you want,” I said, my hands gripping the blanket underneath me. 

He pressed in deeper, and I felt his pubes tickling my ass. For a few strokes in a row, his body literally clapped against mine, and it felt like I hit a peak of submissiveness I never even knew I wanted. 

“Fuck,” I yelled, almost telling him to stop, but something inside me stopped my mouth from saying it, like I didn’t want to quit before the miracle happened.

He made a new kind of grunt, like a deep, tensed whine from deep in his chest, something out of his own control.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant,” he suddenly said, and a moment later I felt him expand inside me, his girth stretching me out even further, pulsing as he thrust his last, desperate, orgasmic thrusts deep into my guts.

I knew he was flooding my insides with his cum, and the thought shocked me, humiliated me, and made me feel more right than I ever had in my life up to that point. 

He rolled off me to his side of the bed, his dick making an actual popping sound as it freed itself from my hole. I felt myself gaping, misty air coming in through the window and giving me the strangest sensation as it cooled my insides directly, through my open, gaped ass. He looked down at his cummy dick, hovering in the air over his abs, still hard as a rock. 

“Let’s never tell anyone about this,” he said with an exhale, catching his breath, his voice quieter, his energy finally drained.

“Deal,” I said, rolling onto my back, feeling my sore hole hit the firm floor of the camper shell, freeing my achingly hard cock to the air, strings of pre-cum tracing the entire path as I turned over, general soreness from my bottom half racing upward through my body. “But I want to do that again.”