The campfire burned low and would soon need more wood to keep it going. It wasn’t for the warmth of its flames and embers because it was late August with temperatures near ninety. It was just the primitive nature of it. An anchor for a campsite, one of man’s oldest discoveries. Then there was the smoke it gave off. When the fire initially started, thick plumes rose up into the tree canopy and once burning, there were small, barely noticeable plumes that kept the smell of fire hovering over the site. And the smoke kept the mosquitoes and gnats at bay.
Sandy sat in a camp chair watching the fire burn as he listened to Sawyer reminisce about their days in high school. Owen would interject correcting the details of an event, usually who instigated some misbehavior. They laughed as Sawyer talked about their trip to Blackwater Creek to canoe all the way down to Milton and how Owen flipped over not once but three times. They grew silent when Owen talked about their senior prom, the memory including Ava, Sawyer’s ex-wife as of two years ago, killed the humorous aspects of the story.
Sandy considered his relationship with the guys; Sawyer had been his friend since first grade and Owen since ninth grade when his family moved back to the area. They were thirty-two, all following in their father’s footsteps, Sawyer at the lumberyard, Owen at the garden center in town, and Sandy at the tractor dealership working in the shop. Sawyer was the only one to have tried being married and after ten years, moved out leaving the house to Ava. Owen still dated as if being bachelor was his chosen way of life, but Sandy knew Owen wasn’t happy, hadn’t been since Elizabeth dumped him four years ago. Since then, Owen merely played the field, not committing to a long-term relationship. Sandy knew he was the real anomaly, the odd man out, for he was gay. He had come out to the guys a year after their graduation and could still see the look on Sawyer’s face when he told them and how it was Owen who laughed, then punched Sawyer on the shoulder. I told you.
What Sandy never told Sawyer or Owen was at one time or another he had desired them. Imagined lying in bed with them. Of holding hands at a beach or up in Atlanta. And in the throes of sex, physical, passionate sex that had led him to masturbate until covered in cum.
“Let’s fire up the grill,” said Owen.
“Sounds good for I’m starting to get hungry,” said Sawyer.
“You’re always hungry,” Sandy replied, smiling over at him.
As they stirred around the campsite, pulling out hamburger meat that Sandy had premade into patties, the condiments and trimmings, and getting the charcoal burning in the grill, Sandy felt the presence of the others, the physical nature of each one. Sawyer’s average build, the same height as he at five foot ten, with brown hair allowed to grow out always looking like it needed cutting, and a five o’clock shadow. Sandy knew it was something Sawyer used electric trimmers to keep it close and neat. Then there was Owen, the tallest of the three of them at six foot two, and the one with the best build, a lean muscular body maintained with visits to the small gym in town. Owen said he had to keep in shape to compete with the younger guys. To Sandy’s eye, Owen was the most attractive of the three of them, although he would never dare say such in front of either of his friends. He knew it was a subjective thing because it was the black hair and grey eyes that drew his attention. Owen kept his hair cut short and with a clean-shaven face. He wondered how Owen and Sawyer viewed him. He knew in high school; girls called him cute and boyish. At thirty-two he wondered if they would still say he was boyish. In some respects, he knew they might, for he rarely had to shave, and his reddish-brown hair made him look younger. But it was his vivid blue eyes that always elicited a comment.
Sandy looked at his friends, once again imagining what it might be like if just one of them were willing. Displayed a sexuality somewhere in the middle of the scale that would allow them to cross that societal line and allow more than friendship. Watching Owen rake the hot coals until level in the bottom of grill, he knew if asked and he could be honest, it was Owen he would want. Tall, lanky, mischievous Owen.
“Hey Sandy, did you bring ginger ale?” asked Sawyer.
“Yep, and coke too, like we discussed.”
Sawyer stood up holding the bottle of Jack Daniels. “Perfect,” he said with a smile.
“Ice is in that cooler,” said Owen pointing to the blue cooler next to the tent. It was obvious Owen and Sawyer were ready to get the party started.
“I’ll make drinks while you guys get the burgers cooked,” said Sandy coming to his feet.
The sun was below the tree line creating a softening of light. The area grew quiet, no longer the sound of people yelling and playing echoing off the water, and no one had ridden or walked past the camp site on the lane in some time. Owen was making another round of drinks as Sawyer put away the condiments and Sandy closed the grill to let it burn down.
A Jeep drove past, slowly with the sound of music just loud enough to break the silence of the woods. The three guys naturally curious, looked up to see two young guys in the open Jeep pull into the camp site just to their south. Through the trees they could see them climb out and start to unload their gear.
“I guess we’ve got neighbors,” said Owen.
“Looks that way,” said Sawyer.
A lantern was positioned on the picnic table illuminated the camp site as the two young men went about setting up their site. Sandy stared, capturing every image of them through the trees he could. They looked mid-twenties, and he kept taking the measure of each one. From the distance, he couldn’t gauge height, but the taller one was muscular, revealed by the tank top he wore, and it appeared he had brown hair. The shorter guy had a lean build with blonde hair.
Sandy forced himself to look away, going over to take a seat next to Owen as Sawyer built up the fire. As old friends, they could let a silence settle over the campsite as they slowly drank while watching the fire burn down. Sandy tried not to do it, but he kept glancing over at the other camp site.
A tent appeared. A fire started. Then the two guys were sitting near it eating a sandwich. Then the two guys were shirtless and talking animatedly. As darkness settled over the park, the two guys disappeared.
Sandy felt the bourbon, its warmth spreading through him. The evening stayed warm, and Owen, then Sawyer pulled off their shirts, tossing them on the picnic table.
“Damn, it just doesn’t cool down at night anymore,” said Sawyer.
“No,” said Sandy, tugging his own T-shirt off.
Sandy glanced around at the bare torsos, all so familiar but within the fire light, they looked different. The masculine nature of each one magnified by the warm light and the sweat that beaded up on the skin. Sawyer who had an average build, much like his own, then there was Owen, leaner but more muscular. He imagined running a hand down the smooth chest. He imagined running his tongue down the smooth chest. Flicking it over the nipples. Trailing it along the waist band of the cargo shorts.
“God almighty that water felt cold,” came a voice from the other camp site.
They looked through the woods at the two guys toweling off while standing close to the campfire. They glowed in the amber light of it, bare torsos, one muscular and one lean, boyish.
“We should have gone for a swim,” uttered Owen.
“Yeah,” whispered Sandy as he watched the two guys. He almost gasped as swim trunks were slipped down and pulled off, leaving the two guys naked. He watched them dry off, then become rowdy, popping each other with their towels, then they looked over toward the guys. A friendly wave and Owen laughed for the nonchalant way the two guys just stood in their campsite naked.
Towels were wrapped around waists and the two guys came over.
“Hey, how’s it going,” said the taller one. “I’m Braxton and this is Lucas.”
“I’m Owen.”
“Sawyer.”
“I’m Sandy.”
“You guys from the area?” said Braxton.
“From Union Hill just to the north,” said Owen.
“I know the town. I’m from Clanton.”
“I’m from Denver,” said Lucas.
“Denver? Colorado?” said Sandy.
“Yep. I came to visit this knucklehead,” nodding toward Braxton.
“I just got back from a tour in Germany,” said Braxton.
“Air Force?” said Sawyer.
“Army,” Braxton replied. “Did any of you serve?”
“I was in the Navy,” said Owen.
“I went into my family’s business,” said Sawyer.
Braxton looked over to Sandy.
“No, I didn’t think I was cut out for it.”
“He thought being gay was still a bad thing,” said Owen, chuckling at the admission.
“You’re gay?” said Lucas.
“Yes,” said Sandy.
“You have a partner?”
“No, afraid not.”
“We didn’t think we’d run into anyone who would admit to being gay,” said Braxton.
“So, you’re gay,” said Owen.
“Yeah,” said Lucas, smiling mischievously making Sandy look away.
“Are you guys together.”
“Nah; we’re just friends.”
“With benefits,” said Braxton, and he reached down groping himself making his cock visible through the towel.
“Jesus,” whispered Owen.
“You should see it hard,” said Lucas.
Sandy realized he had done the same as Owen and misjudged the size of Braxton’s cock. It looked six inches long and it was still flaccid.
“Braxton, stop or you’ll make me aroused in front of everyone,” said Lucas.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing…would it?” said Owen.
Sandy was shocked. He couldn’t believe what Owen was implying. He glanced over at Sawyer and saw a wicked grin, as if Sawyer was daring Owen to go further.
“I don’t think so…if I’m not the only one who wants to play,” said Lucas.
Sandy wanted the temptation. The opportunity to play with Braxton and Lucas. He wanted to feel their cocks, tug on their sacs, suck them, fuck them…or let them fuck his ass. But he had thought there was no way it could happen, not with Owen and Sawyer there. But he watched as Lucas approached Owen, and more shockingly, Braxton approached Sawyer with the towel tented obscenely. He watched the two younger guys approach his friends, eager to see if the line would be crossed. Would guys who were straight, or maybe, just maybe bisexual, mess around with Braxton and Lucas.
Lucas came up to Owen, dropped the towel revealing his lean body and hardening cock. He pushed Owen to sit back while he eased down in his lap.
“You want to play with me?” said Lucas.
Sandy smiled at how Lucas was such a tease and how Owen smiled while sliding a hand down the flat torso until manipulating the cock. Lucas quickly responded, cock getting thicker, longer, until curved upward. Surprised to see Owen playing with Lucas’s cock, he was more shocked when Lucas on Owen’s lap turned his head and kissed him.
Lucas stood, worked Owen’s shorts loose and got them pulled down and off. He played with Owen’s cock until it was fully erect. When Owen held it up, Lucas moved over it and lowered his ass down to it. Sandy watched as the cock disappeared in the lean body, inch after inch. It made his own cock stir, stretch out and thicken. He tugged on it, shifted it within its confines so it could stretch out. Lucas was watching him while moving up and down on Owen.
“Your Sandy, right?” said Lucas.
“Yes.”
“Come here and let me suck your cock.”
Owen leaned up. “Come on Sandy, let him suck your cock. You know you want it.” Then Owen lay his head back, mouth open gasping for breath.
Sandy saw Owen pushing upward, sinking cock deeper into Lucas. He climbed to his feet while glancing over to Sawyer and Braxton. Braxton was naked down on his knees between Sawyer’s legs, the jeans down around the feet. Braxton’s head moved up and down on Sawyer’s hard cock. Sandy smiled, then turned to Lucas and Owen, watching the lean body move up and down, working the ass on Owen’s cock. He undid his jeans and worked them down, pulling each foot free. He tossed the jeans into his camp chair and strolled to the two guys stroking his cock. When he stood in front of Lucas, he was hard, cock sticking straight out. Lucas leaned forward and took it in his mouth.
Sandy watched how Lucas moved. Mouth on his cock and ass on Owen’s. The steady rhythm of the fuck and suck, that aroused him to the point he balled his hands into fists and closed his eyes to the sensation of the suck.
Sandy had no idea how long he stood there, getting sucked. He had no idea how long Lucas had been riding Owen’s cock. He only understood the gasping for breath and looking down seeing the lean body pumped up, every muscle visible through the sweaty skin. He saw his hard cock come into view as Lucas pulled back, shiny and slick with salvia. Looking behind Lucas he saw Owen’s body, naked, sweaty, stomach moving steadily as he sucked in much needed air.
“I’m going to come,” uttered Owen.
Lucas moved faster, working his ass on Owen’s cock determined to bring him to release. Sandy didn’t notice the mouth wasn’t moving on his cock, just hot exhales were blowing over it. He only saw the single-mindedness. Hell-bent. Unyielding. Lucas leaned back, resting against Owen’s chest and worked his ass on the hard cock until Owen was pushing upward with short jabs, sinking his spurting cock into it.
Lucas came to his feet and turned his back to Sandy, bending over and spreading his ass. Sandy saw the fucked hole open and cum trickle out. He stepped up, rubbed his cock up the ass capturing the cum, then pushed it and his cock into the ass. He took the narrow waist and pushed deeper, all the way until hips pressed against it.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me,” uttered Lucas.
Sandy glanced over at Owen seeing a smirk and the tilt of the head that was Owen’s typical reply to some situation. Why not. Turning back to Lucas, he looked up the lean sweaty back to the blonde hair, wet around the edge. He tightened his hold of the waist and began to fuck. Slow, full tugs out then a push inward, feeling the tightness on his cock. He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of it. His hard cock working through the tight ass.
“Fuck…harder. Fuck me harder,” Lucas pleaded.
Sandy gave Lucas what he asked, working his hips faster, slamming cock into the depths of the ass until hips smacked against it.
“Jesus. Fuck him, fuck him harder,” exclaimed Owen.
Sandy opened his eyes and saw the lust and desire in Owen’s stare. Owen was stroking a hard cock watching him intently as he fucked and fucked and fucked…until gasping for breath. He sank into the depths of Lucas’ ass and held still for a few seconds, letting his arousal cool just a bit. He ran a hand up the slick back until fingers combed through wet hair. He closed it into a fist, grabbing the hair and tugging the head up and back. He knew Owen had a perfect side view, and he began to fuck again, hips smacking ass. Owen had to be able to see it, Lucas’ cock flopping heavily between the thighs as he hammered the ass.
“Fuck,” cried out Braxton.
Sandy looked over to see Braxton chest down on the picnic table and Sawyer sinking a hard cock into his ass. Yeah, fuck him. Fuck him hard, Sandy thought as he watched his friend take the waist and start to fuck.
Turned back to Lucas, he kept fucking. Fucking to come.
Owen slid out of the camp chair and moved down in front of Lucas. Sandy heard Lucas’ moan and knew Owen had taken his cock into the mouth. The mental image of Owen sucking Lucas was too much. His friend, the man he had desired since their teen years, was sucking a cock. He tugged the head back and shoved into the depths of the ass and came.
Lucas couldn’t believe how easily Lucas manipulated the situation, getting Owen and he to do his bidding. Laying back on the picnic table, he held his legs up until Owen held each at the calf.
“Come on Owen. Fuck him. You know he wants it. Look at him,” said Lucas as he took Owen’s cock and tugged him into position. “Go on, put it in him.”
Sandy shuddered as he stretched to take Owen’s cock. He felt it sink into his ass, inch after inch, until he felt the fullness of penetration. He arched his back, pushing his ass down on the cock, then looked up at Owen.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Owen…please.”
Lucas chuckled and Owen smiled while tightening his hold on the legs, then he fucked. Slow, gentle, until Sandy loosened to the penetration. Then he moved faster, fucked harder, driving into Sandy’s depths. The picnic table rocked and squeaked as hips smacked against ass. Sandy held tight to the edge of the table and took every thrust. Every push into his depths as his own cock hovered over his stomach and drooled onto his skin.
“Yeah, fuck his ass,” said Lucas with his head over Sandy’s cock watching cock pump his ass. Then Lucas leaned down and captured his cock. As Owen fucked, Lucas sucked.
Sandy threw his head back losing himself to the manipulation of his ass and cock. He looked over at Braxton who was staring back. A knowing grin as Braxton rocked with Sawyer’s fuck. He turned to look up into the dark starry night, then filled the mouth on his cock with cum. As his cock erupted, Owen kept fucking.
Lucas stood, wiping his mouth with a hand. Owen pushed Sandy’s legs against his chest while driving into his depths. Over and over until jamming hips against ass and shuddering with release.
Sawyer stood back from Braxton, cock going flaccid and dripping the last of the cum from it. Braxton stood and squeezed the last of his load out of his cock into Lucas’ waiting mouth. Owen stood to the side letting Sandy come to his feet, the two of them spent.
“Jesus…that was…” uttered Sawyer.
“Yes, it was,” said Owen, laughing. He reached over and squeezed Sandy’s biceps. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”
“Me too,” Sandy uttered, almost afraid to say it aloud. Then he laughed at the asinine nature of his fear when the five of them stood naked around the campsite, cocks spent, and their skin glistening wetly from their exertions.
“We’re glad we ran into you guys,” said Braxton.
“It was fun,” said Lucas as he picked up Braxton’s towel, then his own. “And now we need to turn in for we’re supposed to hit the road early in the morning.”
It had been five days since they returned from the campground, and Sandy still wasn’t sure he believed what happened. Lucas and Braxton showing up like that, right after dark, and luring everyone into a night of sex. His cock still stirred with the memory of it, never more so than when he relived Owen fucking him. He had masturbated to the image of Owen standing over him, naked, shoving that hard cock into his ass.
He wondered if it would ever happen again. He knew what Sawyer thought for they had talked about it. It was a one-time thing. No regrets and an admittance it had been enjoyable, but it wasn’t him, not what he really wanted in a companion, even if it were just casual sex. It was understandable for Sawyer had never shown a desire for any male. But Owen…it was Owen that Sandy wanted to understand, and whether there could be a next time. He had reason to get his hopes up.
He pulled around his home and into the garage. At the back door, he kicked off his work boots and went inside wondering what he would do for dinner. It had been a long day, one tiring and challenging, and he didn’t want to cook. But he didn’t want another sandwich either. Maybe he would shower and change, then go grab something. The diner was nearby, or maybe he would go to the Thai place.
As he moved into the kitchen heading to his bedroom, his cellphone rang. It was Owen.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Just a bitch of a week finally over. I’ve been meaning to call, but I’ve worked late all week on inventory that was due this afternoon.”
“You get it done?”
“Yep.”
“That is good.”
“I was wondering…you want to grab dinner somewhere. Just the two of us?”
A hesitation, just the merest hesitation, not from questioning the request, but in just processing that it was Owen making the first move. “I’d like that. I just got in and need to shower and change.”
“I’ll be over in thirty minutes to pick you up.”
