First Time With My Friend at The Camp Showers 03 (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Tent

Nobody said anything for a minute. Jake adjusted the bulge in his pants.

He was sitting back on his heels, his confidence a bit advanced, mature compared to ours, even if he was shaken by the inadvertent revelation.

He was very still, like he was waiting to find out what kind of situation this actually was. Will was looking at me. I was looking at Jake.

The tent fabric shifted in a light breeze outside and settled again.

"Let me just watch," Jake said, quietly, like he was suggesting it to himself as much as us.

Will and I shared a look, hesitating.

Jake read the hesitation, looking at Will. 

"It's cool, dude," he said. "Seriously. Just, act like I'm not here."

Will was quiet for another second. Then he reached down and slowly took himself out of his shorts, hard and pointing at the ceiling.

The tent shifted again. Something in the air had changed. The nervousness was still there, and my heart raced, but we had buy-in now from a trusted source, which made it different somehow. Will looked at me and I moved toward him, dropping my face down to his junk and putting my mouth on him quickly before he hesitated again.

Having Jake there should have made it more embarrassing. It didn't. It made it less. Someone who wasn't us had looked at what we were doing and shrugged and said it's cool, and something that had been sitting tight in my chest since the first night loosened slightly. I wasn't performing for Jake. I just wasn't ashamed anymore, and the difference between those two things was everything.

I worked Will slowly, base to tip, one hand wrapped around the bottom while my mouth handled the rest. He exhaled and put a hand in my hair, his hips lifting slightly off the sleeping bag. I took my time with it. I felt him twitch and heard him try to stay quiet.

After a minute he pulled me up by the shoulder and shifted us around so I was on my back. He got his mouth on me and I stared at the roof of the tent and felt the looseness in my chest spread through the rest of my body. He was better at this than I was and he knew it, working me slow and deliberate until my toes were pressed hard into the sleeping bag.

I glanced over at Jake.

He hadn't moved. His elbows were on his knees now, leaning forward slightly, his eyes tracking everything. His shorts were doing something they hadn't been doing when he came in.

I looked back at Will.

The fact of Jake watching, and not leaving, and not making it weird, did something to me I wasn't expecting. I pulled Will up by the back of his neck and kissed him properly, the first time I'd done it on purpose and not just in the heat of finishing. His mouth opened against mine and I felt him make a small surprised sound into it. I kissed him like I meant it, one hand on his jaw, and he kissed me back the same way, and I stopped caring about anything else in the tent or outside it.

His hand found me again and I did the same to him and we stayed like that for a while, mouths together, working each other slowly, the dark and Jake's presence and the last night of the trip all pressing in around the edges of the moment.

After a few minutes Will pulled back, looking at Jake.

"There was one thing we were trying to do," he said.

He put a hand on my hip and gently prodded me until I turned over. I got my knees under me without being told to, my face down, my ass up. I heard Will spit, and felt it land, his hand spreading it around.

"Wait," Jake said.

We both looked back at him. He was already unzipping the tent, backing out into the dark on his hands and knees. The zipper closed behind him.

Will and I looked at each other.

The mood hadn't exactly deflated, but Jake was gone. 

“Fuck it,” I whispered to Will.

“My thought exactly,” he said as he lined himself up and tried again. I pushed back against him and we got close but not quite there, the same problem as the morning, the logistics just slightly wrong without the help of his load.

“Maybe you should just cum on me first, then slip it inside,” I said. 

“I could do that,” he said, and I felt his fist rubbing against me quickly as he wanked himself, pointing right at my hole.

The zipper suddenly opened again and we both flinched. Jake came back in headfirst, one hand extended, a small bottle in it. Clear liquid. He clicked it open.

"This'll help," he said. “I jerk off with it all the time.”

“Bro,” Will said, like he didn’t want to hear that, which was ironic given the situation we were in.

He didn't hand it to Will, whose dick was still resting against my hole. Jake applied it himself, tilting the bottle and letting it drip directly to where my body met Will’s, and I felt the cold drops turn warm on my skin. Will held still as Jake’s fingers spread the fluid around on our skin, with a matter of fact efficiency that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You guys really had no idea what you were doing," he said.

Will pushed forward again and this time it went in quickly, the resistance giving way all at once, and my whole body registered the pressure of it, full and strange and a lot of it, the feeling from the morning but more of it, deeper. I dropped my head and exhaled into the sleeping bag.

"Fuck," Will said, going still for a second. "That actually feels so good."

He started moving. Slow at first, finding his pace. 

“It’s so warm,” he said.

“Shhh,” his brother warned as he tilted his chiseled jaw upward to listen for anyone else at the camp. There was just quiet, and crickets, and the distant sound of frogs in the creek. 

I kept my face down and focused on breathing and the sensation as Will sort of sloppily toyed with my ass, putting in another in or two at a time as I alternated between tensed and a forced “relaxed” mode. The increasing tension was building past the point where I could easily identify how it felt. His hands held my hips as he experimented with my body. It was warmth, pressure, a notable feeling of being completely occupied. A minute passed and I stopped thinking about much of anything. My whole body had narrowed down to one point of focus, but I knew I wanted more of this.

"Push in harder," I said.

Will obliged, and I felt his pubes tickling my skin as his hips met my body. He touched a new point, deep inside me, that, even through all the confusion of sensations, I knew I liked. 

“Hold it there,” I said, wanting to capitalize on this feeling before he shifted again.

Jake started to sit up. I heard him move across the tent and then he was in front of me, unzipping his shorts without saying anything, dropping them down to his knees as his rod, bigger than mine or Will’s, pointed itself at my face. He was thicker than Will, darker, more lush pubes, the weight of him different when I opened my mouth and took him in instinctively. He put a hand on the back of my head and gripped my hair as he exhaled slowly, clearly enjoying the warmth and wetness of my mouth on him.

As Will continued to prod around slowly, trying not to cum while he explored the depths of my ass, Jake more expertly controlled my breathing, using his cock to pleasure himself with my mouth. It wasn’t his first time getting off using someone’s head, and he knew what he liked. I got the strong taste of a salty squirt of pre-cum every few seconds as I learned to tighten my suction and draw the contents from his meat pole. The three of us found a configuration and stayed in it for a while, Will moving behind me, Jake in front, the tent quiet except for breathing and wet skin squishing against each other. I was in the middle of a tense sandwich, and my dick was creating a puddle underneath me.

After a while they switched without saying anything, like they had conversed using their eyes and decided what they wanted to do next. Jake got on his hands and knees and looked back at me, waiting, his ass in my face. I sat up for the first time in a while, stretching the tension out of my back, as I looked at what was in front of me. 

I moved my hips forward, and got behind him. I used the contents of the bottle and pushed forward, and felt something I hadn't felt from this side before, not fully. The warmth, the tightness, the way his body accepted talked to my cock through his ass, telling me what was too much and when it was ok to proceed. It tensed up, and then adjusted quickly. He made a low sound into his forearm when I pulled back, almost all the way out. Will watched us curiously.

Jake sensed my hesitation. “You can go for it, dude.”

I pressed in, imperfectly going in and out with the awkward instincts I had. I knew I had no stamina for this, and the pleasure was too good. I lasted about two minutes before I looked down at his muscular body underneath me, his bouncy glutes jiggling as my body pressed into him with increasing speed, and I let myself fall over the edge. I felt an intense shock up through  my core as I unloaded into him, and he just leaned into it and took it.

“That’s it,” I said between breaths as I pulled out. “I jizzed.”

Jake turned over slowly and watched as Will went back to me. He got me on my back and pushed in and leaned down and kissed me as he started bouncing his body on mine, his mouth on mine, and I felt it in my chest in a way that was different from everything else that had happened in this tent. It was different after cumming. I wanted Will on me more than anything else, not just to get off, but to hold me.

“I’m gonna cum,” he suddenly breathed into my mouth.

He finished like that, his forehead against mine as I felt the throbbing inside me. It was a capstone on an exciting bit of research this tent had seen over the course of this trip. 

He pulled over and I suddenly felt empty, even if a bit physically relieved. The smell of the tent was getting rank with dicks and butts and three sweaty males. 

I looked at Jake, his hard pole throbbing as he held it at base.

“You want to cum too?”

With enthusiasm, Jake took his place quickly. He was less slow about it, more direct. It was a hard, focused minute of quick thrusting inside me that he clearly needed. Will watched every moment of it, like he was studying the act, the more expert way that Jake thrust into me, and then I felt another addition of fluid inside me as Jake finished, his sweaty abs tight against me. I felt the warmth of his body holding me tight, layered on top of everything else.

He pulled out slowly. Then he spread me open with both hands and looked.

"I can see inside him," he said.

Will leaned in next to him, their heads side by side. I was on my back holding my own legs up, watching their faces. Jake took hold of one of my ankles and Will took the other and I let them hold me there while they looked.

"Our loads are all mixed together," Will said.

"Yeah," Jake said. “Family stew.”

“Oh my god…” Will sighed, shaking his head, without taking his eyes off of me.

I stared at the tent ceiling. Some part of my brain was noting that this was an objectively insane situation and that part was very far away and getting farther.

We stayed up for a long time after that. Nobody suggested sleeping. We lay in the dark and talked about sexual experiences, and our families. There was something that Jake and Will weren’t telling me, but that was ok. They didn’t need to tell me everything. 

We eventually started yawning, and talked about less pertinent things. We had the drive home the next day and talked about how that was going to go. We wondered whether the beaver dam was bigger than last year or whether we were just remembering it wrong. We postulated what our college roommate situation was going to look like. We eventually succumbed to the dark of a tent that smelled like three guys and sex and the stale nylon of sleeping bags that had seen too much action.

At some point I fell asleep mid-sentence.

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I woke up to the zipper.

Jake, moving slowly and carefully, was getting himself out before the rest of the camp stirred awake. He paused once, looked back at me, then ducked through and pulled the zipper closed behind him from the outside. And he was gone.

The tent was pale with early light. Will was still asleep, one arm thrown out across the space where Jake had been.

Then he rolled over, found me, and pulled me in close. His arm across my chest, his face against the back of my neck.

I lay there in the warmth of it.

After this morning the cars would get packed. The coolers, the bikes, the folded tent. The drive back down the mountain, everyone in their own vehicles, already half returned to normal life, college applications, the world still spinning.