When A Girl Canceled On Us 03 (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Vaseline

“I brought the vaseline.”

I chuckled, the first moment that broke the tension. I looked up at him. “Are you gonna fuck me again?”

“You’re the best pussy I’ve had in ages,” he said, smiling almost like it was a joke.

There really was nothing we could do but joke at this moment.

“Best in a week, you mean,” I said, splashing him with some water. 

We waded into a shallow section of the water, and he leans back against a tree that was leaning out over the pond. When I approached him, looking up into his eyes, he put both his hands on my shoulders, dropping me to my knees instantly. He held his dick as I watched blood flow into it, getting ready to stuff me again.

I looked around, for some reason feeling the urge to make sure no one could see us, even though we were miles from civilization. The only thing near us was one of the infrared sensors at a tree that apparently didn’t do anything. I got on my knees, and leaned forward to cross the next boundary. There was a difference between letting him stuff me and use me like a girl, and what I was about to do. I was going to actively suck his dick, and as intense and strange as it seemed, I actually didn’t feel weird about it. I mean, part of me was still scared that others would find out, but between Brandon and me, it was all I wanted. 

I got my face up close to it. It was throbbing, pointing at me, desperate. I realized I had no idea what I was doing. It was bigger than a popsicle, or anything else I had tongued to completion, but I didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. I stuck it in my mouth, and ran my tongue around it. I kept my teeth away, remembering the only instruction I had ever given a girl. His body relaxed as I grabbed his hips and started bobbing my head.

It was a pleasant experience, taking him into me. It was more intimate than the sex had been. It was more deliberate and literally in my face. But it didn’t feel exactly like sex to me. I felt more like I was just doing a favor for a friend, getting him off. It wasn’t very different functionally from just jerking off a buddy, like I would do with my brother.

That feeling changed when he suddenly grabbed onto my head and pressed into my throat. The intensity of being stuffed and having my breath controlled by him was another level of this thing entirely. He started to fuck my mouth, and the mix of vulnerability and a hint of fear made it really feel like sex now.

I started touching myself while he went to town on my face.

“Bend your girl dick back and put it away,” he grunted.

I felt myself melt inside in response to the demeaning comment. It was intense, and erotic. I started to pull off of his dick, but he tried to hold me onto him. I pressed back until my mouth was free. 

I caught my breath for just a second before saying, “Do you wanna fuck me again?”

He hesitated for a moment. I felt my ass still aching from the night before, but I somehow knew it was all going to be ok. I just wanted more of whatever that had been.

“Maybe,” he said, pushing my head back down onto him.

My jaw was already sore as I went back at it, bobbing up and down on his large cock, trying to polish it up and make it ready for my ass again, or whatever he wanted. Spit and throat juices dropped off my chin, dripping into the water.

He suddenly pulled out of me, tentatively turning around, like he was unsure of what he was doing. He put his hands on the tree and bent over. As his mounds of ass separated, I grabbed them out of instinct, groping them to my delight, and I saw his pink hole for the first time. A dusting of hair around the hole reminded me that he was a man. I barely grew a single hair on my ass ever. In high school, guys had always complained about ass hair, but I just played along, feeling weird for not really growing any myself. He didn’t let me study him for long, quickly reaching back to pull my head into his ass. My first thought was shock and this should be repulsive.

But it wasn’t.

His skin was clean, and just tasted like him plus the clear water of the pond. And if this was the next phase of being a “girl” for him, then it was just as hot as him fucking me. I buried my face into his muscular ass and licked. 

“Yeah, baby,” he said under his breath. “Eat my ass like a good girl.”

It clearly wasn’t his first time. 

“I like it deeper, work that tongue, baby,” he said, almost groaning. 

I reached up to work his dick while I tongue fucked his hole. It was so fun playing with his dick and ass directly. I was a guy too, and I could read all the signs of when he was close. It was a thrill to be on the other side of male sexual excitement. Only a guy really knows what a guy likes. 

I was edging him and eating him out savagely until he was so close, there was only one thing I could do next. I stood up behind him, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat coming off of his back, and put my head next to his, leaning into his ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you with my girl dick.”

He didn’t say anything. It was a shift in the dynamic, but it felt perfectly right in the moment. I didn’t even grab the vaseline, I just pushed, following the instincts in my cock, until his hole popped open and let me inside. 

I felt his body tense, but I could already tell that he was taking it better than I had the night before. 

“Fuck me with your girl dick,” he said as I slowly pressed in deeper, like he just needed something to say amid the strange feelings he was experiencing. 

I felt his hole stretch around me as I played with it, dipping my rod in and out of him repeatedly until I quickly got too close to cumming. 

“It’s your turn,” I said, pulling out. 

When he turned around, he looked winded, unsure of himself. His face was red, his dick a big, red diamond jutting obscenely into the space between us.

When his mind came back to Earth a moment later, he quickly ran to his clothes and grabbed the vaseline out of his pocket, bringing it back to me as I waited, leaning against the tree, my ass sticking out for him. He lubed himself up quickly as I guided him into position. He did even less warmup than the night before, quickly beginning to fuck me against the tree.

I finally had access to my dick while getting fucked, and it was intense. I still hadn’t cum since back home. I touched myself briefly as he worked up a pace inside me, but I knew I was too close to cumming already. The pain never really subsided, but it turned into something almost good, like it was what I wanted. 

“You’re a good girl,” he said, “Take my dick.”

“I’m a boy,” I said under my breath, not even knowing what I was breaking the vocabulary we had developed. 

“Good boy,” he said, breathing faster.

He started thrusting hard, his hands gripping my hips firmly, his body slapping into mine rapidly, like five times a second. I felt like I hadn’t had enough time to warm up, and I almost asked him to slow down, when I felt it. 

My hard dick was bouncing as he thrust into me. It smacked against my abs repeatedly, and the tingling pleasure from deep inside hit my boiling point, and soon I was squirting onto the water below me, my white globs floating like little clouds against the reflection of sky on the surface of the water.

I didn’t even tell him. I wanted him to just use me for what he needed without regard to my “girl dick”, but he felt my hole tensing.

“You’re cumming. I can feel you cumming, from the inside,” he grunted, his breath tingling my ear as I rode out my orgasm on a blissful cloud, my eyes closed. 

He fucked me hard and pumped his load into me seconds later.

“You’re getting filled with my cum,” he said, “Your insides are a gooey mess with my boy juice.”

I just breathed, and held on, riding out the sensations until both our bodies slowed down. My heart still raced as he pulled out of me, keeping a hand on my hip, like he was making sure I was ok, and that I was still there.

Even though I had finished, it felt like something was missing when he pulled out of me. I honestly could’ve kept going. The specific pressure and discomfort that I had begun to associate with his cock inside me was becoming something I missed. 

“You can fuck me again,” I said casually.

He just shook his head. “You really are a good girl.”

We got back in the pond and rinsed off, playing a little grab ass with each other for a bit, but we kept gravitating toward each other, holding each other’s bodies, pressing our hips together. It was unstoppable. It was like physics.

—[]—

When we finally pulled apart the last time, we were both suddenly shivering, the cold creeping back in the second we stopped touching. We had spent so much time embracing and fucking around, we hadn't even realized that the sun was almost setting.

"Fuck, it sets so early in December," he muttered, starting to shiver.

"It’s getting colder," I said.

"Yeah. Like, actually cold."

We put our arms around each other as we slowly exited the water. The wind cut across the pond, and our wet skin made it worse. It was even colder outside the water, since the wind bit us right on our bare asses. Our clothes felt stiff, half frozen from sitting on the shore. I tried to picture the hike back to camp, an hour-plus through the woods in the dark, cold setting in fast.

"It’s at least an hour back," I said. "Probably longer if we get lost at all."

He glanced toward the tree line, then back at the compound. "We should check it out," he said. "We could just hang out here tonight."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Plus," he added, nodding toward the structure, "it looks warm inside."

"That’s probably illegal," I said.

He smirked. "That’s half the fun."

We circled the structure, keeping our voices low even though there was no one around for miles. It felt strange, like we were sneaking through someone else’s dream.

We found a loose panel along the side of one of the cargo units. He tugged it open just enough for us to slip through.

Inside, it smelled like dust, metal, and old wood. I found a light switch and flipped it on. It triggered some loud engine sound just outside the structure, which spooked us for a moment.

“Oh,” he said, calming down, “Must be a generator.” 

“Should we be using his fuel though?” I asked.

“We’ll pay him back, I guess,” Brandon said, looking around.

He found another switch, and this one turned on lights inside.

In an instant, the whole room changed. With the lights on, we could see a pretty cool cabin vibe, with a big TV, a propane heater, and a ton of snacks.

Along the length of the room we were in were stacked crates, tools, and a worn couch shoved against the wall.

"Jackpot," he whispered.

Something about being in there felt poetic. We weren’t supposed to be in the compound, and we weren’t supposed to be doing whatever this was between us either. But the sneakiness of one thing seemed to lead to another. It was like we were partners in crime.

We dropped onto the couch, still half damp, still pretty amped from everything that had happened.

"This weekend has got pretty crazy," I said.

"In a good way," he replied.

One of us reached for the other. This time it didn’t matter who started it. We started making out, groping each other through our sweatshirts as we waited for the heater to sufficiently warm us up.

At one point, I pushed him back against the cushions, taking control of his body. I wanted to see what it was like to throw his body around a bit. He didn’t fight it. He just grinned, letting it happen.

The energy shifted back and forth between us, like neither of us fully owned the moment, but both of us clearly needed it.

—[]—

We both had a small amount of reception where we were, and we took turns showing each other funny stuff on our phones for a long time, lying side by side on the couch, wrapped in a blanket we found in one of the crates.

At one point he turned to me, “This is the best weekend I’ve had in a while."

I didn’t answer right away. Then I nudged his shoulder.

"Same."

We drifted off like that, close together, the compound silent around us, save for little sounds from the forest.

—[]—

In the morning, a thin light crept through the window between two thick curtains. I woke up to the sound of his phone vibrating on the hardwood floor.

He fumbled for it, barely opening his eyes, and squinted at the screen.

"She texted back," he said. "Says she wants to come today.”

Oh god, I thought to myself, suddenly feeling my stomach drop. That girl who ghosted us on Friday. 

The last thing I wanted was for her to come at this point. We had such a good thing going. I felt a rush of fear run through me. Was Brandon going to ditch me?

His face told me nothing as he sleepily texted her back, before throwing his phone back onto the floor. He turned back toward me and threw an arm across my chest, burying his face into my arm pit. I let my arm rest along his back, enjoying the warmth, but my uncertainty wouldn’t settle down until I knew.

“What’d you tell her?” I said, a sense of uneasiness obvious in my voice.

“I told her to fuck off,” he said without opening his eyes, his big, muscular body pressed tightly against mine.