When A Girl Canceled On Us 04 (Patreon)

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Chapter 4: The Bees

I rubbed his back for a bit while he basically fell back asleep. I started to reach down for his ass. It was so muscular. I was barely eighteen, but he was a college man. He really personified the fit jock that all freshmen wanted to be. 

I pulled the blanket down my naked body until my throbbing morning wood popped out. I held it by the base, wiggling it, but his eyes stayed closed, nonreactive. 

“Can you suck me?” I asked. 

He never even opened his eyes, just moved his hand down my body until he found my dick, then shifted until he could reach it with his mouth. He started tonguing it slowly, and it instantly felt like heaven.

“Fuck,” I groaned quietly, “It feels so good.”

I put my hands on his ears, not pushing, just feeling his movements. He started bobbing his head, but I held it still for him, thrusting jerkily into his mouth, unable to keep a consistent rhythm due to how horny I was. The hot wetness was too much for me, especially adding to the deep comfort I was feeling on the couch and pressed against Brandon’s muscular body. My hormonal balls had all they could take in less than two minutes.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” I asked.

He just grunted lightly. I tried to slow down my movements, but whenever I stopped thrusting, he ran his tongue in circles and sucked his cheeks in tight against the head of my dick. His aura was simply too powerful for me, and moments later I spilled into him, coating his tongue, feeling the release of all the horny boy energy that had built up overnight. I opened my eyes to watch what was happening as my whole crotch pulsed, my dick securely in his mouth with his lips wrapped tight around the shaft. His jawline looked even more defined than normal. He looked like a supermodel, as just a single stream of spit and cum escaped his mouth down my shaft.

I came down slowly, my dick getting too sensitive as he kept tonguing it, and I had to squeeze his head and groan to wordlessly let him know that it was too much.

It was my first “quickie”, maybe ever in my life, and it felt like everything was right in the world, and nothing bad would ever happen again. 

—[]—

His mouth was still on me when his phone vibrated on the floor against the hard wood. He pulled off, swallowed what was in his mouth, making my eyes go wide with excitement.

He lifted up his phone as we looked at it together.

—[]—

Text from an unknown number: Enjoying my cabin?

Shock, fear, open eyes. 

He texted back quickly, realizing that the alum must know we were there somehow.

Brandon: Is this Peter?

It was a quick response.

Unknown number: Yup

I stared at the screen, then at him.

“How would he even know?” I asked.

Brandon frowned, thinking fast. “He has all this stuff out here. He must have live trail cams around.”

My stomach dropped. “Oh my god... those weren't just motion sensors on the trees.”

Brandon sank back into the couch. “They must have been trail cams! DUH! Oh my god we are so dumb! They snap videos!” He glanced toward the walls, like he could see through them. “We probably set off a bunch just walking in.”

His phone buzzed again.

Peter: Saw the alerts last night. Figured it was someone from the frat.

Brandon typed back.

Brandon: Didn’t realize there were cameras...

A second passed.

Peter: Yup. I asked Jake about it and he said you guys were out there this weekend.

Jake was the president of our frat. He knew about our plans. But I was itching to know what all he knew at this point.

“That’s how he got your number,” I said quietly.

Brandon nodded once. “Yeah.”

The realization landed hard. We’d walked straight through his system without even knowing it.

“Fucking trail cams,” I said again, slower this time. "They saw us turning each other into fleshlights."

He exhaled through his nose. “Cool. Great. Love that for us.”

"He probably sent the videos to Jake," I said with an exhale, leaning into Brandon, but he shifted slightly away from me.

Peter didn’t say anything else after that. The silence from his end felt more intense than the texts themselves. It wasn’t reassuring.

We sat in silence for a minute until Brandon got another text. This one from Jake.

Jake: Peter says you guys put on quite a show 😉

We didn't even respond. It was like it was all just a joke that everyone was in on except us. The secret was out now. Not blasted everywhere, not yet, but no longer private. That was the part that made my chest feel tight.

"Let's get back to camp," Brandon said, standing up and grabbing his clothes.

"Yeah," I said, following his lead.

—[]—

We had only taken one step outside when we saw the bear.

It was huge, standing near the bee enclosure, pushing at the wire fence with its shoulder. The bees buzzed inside, loud and frantic like they’d been alerted to a danger, but they were safe behind the fence.

“So much for ‘torpor’,” I whispered.

“Eastern black bear,” he quietly said back, shoving me quickly and quietly to hide with him behind some bushes. “Did you ever watch The Sopranos?”

I shook my head, still watching the bear. It kept testing the fence, circling, pawing, trying to find a weak spot. For some reason it felt like watching us from the outside. It reminded me of the threats to our security of people finding out about us.Two guys inside a fragile boundary, hoping it held.

After a minute, the bear snorted and lumbered off into the trees.

“Lucky bees,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Lucky.”

As we headed out, we walked in silence for a bit. I didn’t even notice until then that it was somewhat warm. Unseasonably warm. The gods were smiling upon us, making our special weekend seem somehow a bit more important. Even more of a turning point than it already was. 

I kept thinking about what would change. Girls would look at us differently if this got out. Some of the guys too. Not hatred exactly, just something shifting. And worse than that, I wondered if we’d look at ourselves differently once we were back in the real world. Would we have the same luck as the bees?

Brandon's shift in mood was apparent immediately, in small ways. He stood a little straighter. Talked a little louder. Suggested we start a fire, cook some food, and shoot his gun once we got back, like that would reset everything.

“Let’s just do normal stuff,” he said

“Yeah,” I said, in denial about what he really meant, but knowing deep inside that he was pulling away, wanting some space, no dick related activities.

He didn’t touch me as much on the hike. Didn’t lean into me when we stopped to drink water. It felt like he was putting on a macho, straight version of himself, even more than normal, even though there was no one around. He still told jokes, but I could tell, in a way, that if I wanted to hold his hand, he wouldn't let me. It was a complete one-eighty from how we had woken up that morning.

The hike back felt like forever.

He stayed tentative, and standoffish, talking about random stuff. He controlled the conversation, keeping it about anything but our frisky dalliance and the texts we had gotten. He talked about classes and parties, not even talking about girls somehow, keeping it light. We connected a bit by talking shit about a guy we didn’t like in the house. I nodded along, even chuckling at times, but my brain kept replaying the pond, the couch, the compound. I wondered if he was doing the same thing, or if he was shutting it all off.

I decided to let him have all the space he needed. We would talk more about everything when he was ready. Until then, I would wear him down and get him back into a real, fun mood. Even if I couldn’t have his dick, I still wanted my buddy back.

At one point, after a few minutes of quiet, I slapped him on the ass really hard and ran ahead, looking back only momentarily to see him chasing me with a look of determination on his face. He tackled me and we fell. We cackled in unison as he smacked my ass probably ten times through my shorts, but it still felt like it was going to leave a mark.

When we finally got up to continue the hike, I noticed that he was walking closer to me. I tested the waters, uncommittingly, as our hands brushed together every few steps. I let my fingers linger at his wrist when I passed him a water. He didn’t pull away. He just pretended not to notice.

Eventually we stopped near a fallen log under a shady tree.

“This weekend has been different,” he said.

I looked at him, nodding lightly, half smiling. “Yeah…”

He looked forward into the trees. “Once Jake found out, it stopped feeling like a secret little fantasy thing.”

That cracked something open.

He told me about his grandma. How, near the end, she’d been the only person he really talked to. How after she died, he just kind of stopped letting people in.

“I’m twenty-one,” he said, staring at the trees. “I’ve never had a girlfriend. I just hook up with girls once and dip. It’s easier.”

I put a hand on his shoulder and shifted closer to him. He let me.

“That doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with you,” I said.

He reached out and squeezed my hand once, then let go.

—[]—

When we finally got back, I wanted to lighten things up, so I did something stupid.

“Dude, don’t,” he said, watching me eye a tree.

I grinned and started running anyway, stripping off my clothes as I went, fueled by pure impulse.

“I am Tarzan, KING OF THE APES!” I yelled, grabbing the trunk.

I slipped almost immediately.

When I hit the ground, stars exploded behind my eyes. For a second I just lay there, breathing.

He walked over slowly, shaking his head, but smiling.

“I told you that was stupid,” he said, holding out an ice pack.

When I didn’t take it, he pressed it gently to my head himself. That was when I remembered I was naked.

He glanced down, then back at my face.

“At least you don’t have a concussion,” he sighed.

His hand stayed on my hip, his thumb toying with my balls, like he was just trying to keep me stimulated enough to come out of my daze.

—[]—

We started up the bonfire around sunset, sitting around the flames and letting the heat flow over us. He sat close to me, a blanket over his lap. I was in my underwear, never having fully recovered from the head bash.

“Hey,” I said, staring at the fire, still a bit mentally hazy. “You should come to my family’s place… for Christmas.”

He looked surprised. “What?”

“My mom always says anyone is welcome. You said your mom’s traveling anyway.”

He hesitated, like he didn’t believe I actually wanted him there. “I was just gonna bounce between aunts and uncles.”

“Or,” I said, shrugging, “you could come with me.”

He thought about it, but didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

I replaced the ice pack on my head, then sat there, poking the fire with a stick, until I felt the urge to lean into him. I put my head on his chest, balancing the ice pack on top. He brought his hand around my body, reminding me how much bigger he was than me. 

He looked down at me from above as I closed my eyes, and said with some newly found certainty, “I will come to your house for Christmas.”