Camping Can Be Fun - 7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“I can’t, not here. I want to leave. Can you take me away please?” I pleaded.

“Come on, let’s go for a drive,” he said lifting me to my feet. “Somewhere more private,” he whispered into my ear.

“Are you going to be ok?” asked Lisa, genuinely concerned.

“I’ll be fine, I just need some space.”

“What’s happened Dan? Wait a minute, where’s Steven? Is he ok?” she asked alarmed having just realised he was missing.

My dramatic entrance must have drawn all the attention towards me and till now no one had even thought about Steven.

“Wait, he didn’t… Steven didn’t do this to you did he?” Lisa asked starting to piece the puzzle together.

“I don’t want to talk about him,” I said turning and tugging Adam’s arm for him to follow me.

“Dan, where is he? Is he ok?” she continued questioning, indomitably this time.

I continued walking away and shouted over my shoulder to her. “The last I saw of him he was in the woods and he can rot there for all I care! But I’m sure the bastard is probably fine.” My response was venomous.

I felt a whole mixture of emotions towards Steven right now, but the one that seemed most protuberant was hate.

Adam put his arm round me as we walked and I just wanted to melt into him, but not now, not here. I needed to know I was away from him, that he wasn’t watching me. I felt that he was lurking behind every tree stalking me and waiting to pounce again. Maybe he was hurt. Maybe I squeezed too hard and he was still rolling around in agony. Should I go and find him? I thought. Then I realised I must be insane to feel sorry for him after what he had just done to me. He deserved to be in pain. People go to jail for what he’s just done and worse yet, he’s my best friend. This is the end of an era of my life. He meant so much to me and now I just don’t see how I can forgive him. I’ve lost him.

We reached the car in silence. I didn’t want to talk anyway and Adam seemed to understand this. I got in the passenger seat while Adam got something out of the trunk. The trunk slammed shut and I turned to watch him get in his side, but my door opened instead. The surprise startled me. I was actually afraid. The whole ordeal with Steven had left me shaken up and the slightest thing made me jump, I was so on edge.

“Hey it’s ok; I just want to fix you up,” he said softly reacting to my shock.

He held in his hands a small first aid travel kit.

“You don’t have to, I’m fine,” I said trying not to make a fuss, but he just took my face in his hands and inspected my lip.

“You’re not fine at all. You’re still bleeding, that’s a nasty little cut, and it may even need stitches.”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital; surely it can’t be that bad?”

“Well we’ll see when I get rid of some of this blood.”

He rummaged in the first aid kit and ripped open an antiseptic wipe. He knelt on the edge of my chair so that we were face to face and mere inches apart. He gently started cleaning up my mouth and chin. I winced from the sting of the medicated alcohol.

“Sorry babe.”

“Babe?” I questioned sarcastically.

“Shit, it just slipped out.”

“That’s what she said!” I joked, which felt alien to me. I was trying to be upbeat, but inside I felt… wrong. I’ve never felt like this before; it feels a bit like when you grieve for someone.

“Stop talking, you’re making this impossible to do.”

I kept my mouth shut while he worked. His face was fixed in concentration and he was being so careful not to hurt me. He was looking at his work, but I was looking into his eyes, taking his entire beautiful face in. The tiny little freckles on his cheeks, the curve of his luscious full lips. He was so handsome.

Suddenly a big grin formed on his face.

“Stop looking at me like that, you’re putting me off.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m almost done now anyway. It doesn’t look as bad as I thought. I’ll try putting a little butterfly stitch over it and that should hopefully keep it closed while it heals, but you’ll have to be careful when you’re eating and drinking… and maybe kissing.”

I tried not to, but I couldn’t stop myself from frowning at his comment. As pretty as he was, I didn’t feel like kissing him or anyone else at the moment. He attached the strip to my cut.

“There you go, all done.”

I turned away. “Thanks.”

He was obviously disheartened by my reaction and I knew I should feel more grateful for his care. He put his hand on my knee and gently squeezed. “Dan? Are you ok? I mean really ok? You need to tell me what’s happened.”

“I know I do.”

“Then tell me.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“At the beginning of course,” he said taking one of my hands in his.

I thought about when Steven stopped me in the woods and asked me about the texts. I decided that that was the beginning.

“Steven knows about us, he read the text you sent me on my phone. He knows I’m gay and that we’re together.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, I should have been more careful.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“So what happened? He hit you because you’re gay?”

“Not exactly. He got angry with me but not because I’m gay…he told me that he has feelings for me, has done for a long time apparently, but he’d never had the guts to tell me. He says Lisa is a cover up. He told me he’s gay. He got really aggressive and I blurted out that I had feelings for him too, but that I couldn’t cheat on you. I told him I loved you and that fired him up even more. He threw himself at me trying to kiss me, but I didn’t respond. He was very rough with me, overpowering. We argued again, then I… I’m sorry Adam, but he tried to kiss me again and…well…I kissed him back. It was only for a few seconds. I was confused, I wasn’t thinking straight I…” I was beginning to rant.

“Just carry on.”

I couldn’t tell if he was angry with me or hurt, but I didn’t want to disobey him after I’d admitted that I sort of almost cheated on him so I carried on.

“I pushed him off again, but he got mad and punched me in the face, knocking me over. I got up and tried to leave, but he tripped me up and I hit the deck again. He called me a prick tease and told me he was going to take what he wanted from me, that he’d waited long enough. “He… he…” the tears were coming again.

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m here... he can’t hurt you anymore.”

He definitely wasn’t angry with me; there was too much concern and love in his voice.

“He got on top of me. I tried to get him off, but he punched me in the gut and took the wind right out of me. I could barely breathe let alone fight. He forced my jeans down, then… then my boxers...”

I was crying now as I spoke, but I was in mid flow and had to finish now for fear of not being able to continue if I stopped.

“He started jerking me off. I tried to stop him, but I was so weak and I was struggling to breathe. He got his own dick out and started jerking us both as he knelt on my stomach. Somehow I found determination from somewhere and got some breath back. I grabbed him by the balls and it stopped him from doing what he was doing. I tightened my grip as hard as I could and he rolled off me in pain. I got up and ran. Then I found you.”

Adam was speechless. He brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes. He looked emotional.

“I’m going to kill him!” he said rising to his feet and setting off in the direction of the woods.

“Adam no!” I scrambled out of the car and shot off after him.

I caught up with him and tried tugging on his arms, but he pulled away.

“Please don’t do this,” I begged him, sobbing.

He came to a halt and turned to face me.

“Are you mental? He fucking raped you. I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“No, Adam please! Not yet, not now, I need you here. I just want you to hold me and take me away from this place for a while. I just want you to hold me Adam. Please don’t do this.”

I could see his internal struggle. His natural instincts, as I’d already learned, were to fight for the people he loved when they had been harmed, but he wanted to please me too. His heart conquered his head and he pulled me in close to him leaning his head on my shoulder and hugging me tightly.

“I can’t believe this is happening Dan.”

“Tell me about it.”

“This isn’t how the start of a relationship should be. We should be happy, carefree and in love.”

“Well two outta three ain’t bad. When you hold me like this it makes me happy and I am in love with you. Carefree? Not so much.”

“I’m so sorry that this has happened to you. I should have been there - I could have stopped him.”

“You shouldn’t have been there. This shouldn’t have happened. He was my best friend. He’s gone mad or something. The Steven that did that to me was not the Steven I grew up with. I just don’t know what to do about it. Do I report him to the police? Do I let you beat him up? I don’t think I can forgive him, but he’s still Steven…I still care about him.”

“You’re remarkable.”

“Remarkable?”

“You’re just such a good person. It blinds you sometimes. He needs to be made accountable for what he’s done.”

“But making him accountable would mean making me accountable. In other words letting everyone know my business. I don’t want everyone to think I’m some sort of victim.”

“I understand,” he said, breaking the hug. “The main thing is you’re here now and that you’re safe. Right, where do you want to go?”

“The pub,” I said decisively.

“I thought you were too rough from last night?”

“Yeah, well now I need a drink. Is there one nearby?”

“Back in the village, remember I’m driving though.”

“I only want one. I just want to get away from here.”

“Ok then, let’s go, but please don’t get wasted.”

We drove back to the village we had visited this afternoon the sun setting behind us.

The journey was relaxing. He put an oasis CD on as we drove back to the village and I was able to chill out to “Don’t Look Back in Anger”. A sense of relief washed over me as we exited the confines of the camp. Just to know I was away from where it happened made it easier to think of other things. I still needed that drink though.

I had lied to Adam. I didn’t want just one and as soon as we walked up to the bar I ordered two pints of lager and two shots of Sambuca. Adam threw me a dirty look.

“I told you I’m driving.”

“What? The Sambuca’s are for me,” I told him, necking them one after the other.

He shook his head, rolled his eyes and grumpily left me at the bar and found a table. His abrupt departure from the bar took me by surprise and made me realise exactly what I was doing. I was trying to drink the problem away, something which Adam had tried in the past. He obviously didn’t agree with my course of action, but didn’t want to be hypocritical and tell me not to drink. I felt stupid. I paid for the drinks, stacked the shot glasses and joined Adam at the table he’d found us handing him his pint as I sat down. He didn’t even say thank you.

It was your typical country pub. Very quaint, quiet, almost dingy, but full of character. The regulars were propping up the bar as you would expect and they gave us funny looks, obviously identifying us as “outsiders”. The place could have done with a bit of a clean too. Most of the fixtures and fittings came with a thick layer of dust and the place had a distinct feel of neglect. The décor hadn’t been changed in the last thirty years at least, and the more you looked around, the more you noticed peeling wallpaper and cracks in ceilings.

“I’m sorry; I’ll make this my last.” I told him after waiting for him to speak to me for far too long.

“It’s fine, you do what you want,” he said bad-temperedly

“Don’t be like that. I’m not drinking anymore. I was going to, but your tactics have worked. I can see how it wouldn’t be the best idea.”

“Good, I’m glad. Drink isn’t the answer. Besides, I don’t want to have to carry your sorry ass out of here, especially when I have to stay sober. We’ll sort this out together. What’s happened is awful, but it’s going to be ok. We can leave tomorrow if you want?”

“What do you mean leave?”

“Me, you, Joey and Karl. We can all leave tomorrow; we don’t have to stay here.”

“You’ll take me home?”

“If you want… or you could come back to mine for a couple of days?”

I was quite intrigued by the suggestion. I’d never thought about where he lived or what his flat might be like.

“Oh… right… yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to it was just an idea,” he said nervously as he clenched his pint in his hand.

“No, I’d like that. Thanks,” I said reaching out and putting my hand around his.

He smiled at my response and his smile, like it always did, warmed me and made me smile too, the first smile since Steven had jumped me in the woods. It was fitting that the first smile should be brought on by Adam. I was so grateful for him being here.

Looking around the pub we suddenly realised how much attention us holding hands was getting from the locals. And by the looks of them they weren’t the queer loving type of folk, so it was probably for the best that we were only having one pint. We barely stayed an hour before leaving. I had been cheered up a little though, just through small talk. We discussed trivial things like music and films. It turned out we both liked the same sort of movies… thrillers and horrors. We both agreed that “Silence of the Lambs” was one of the best movies ever made, and filled up most of the time talking about Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster.

We left the pub to be greeted by relative darkness. There were no streetlights in the village and the only light to guide us came from the wall lights of the pub. We started walking back to the car, but Adam motioned for us to stop halfway.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked me softly. It was clear he wanted more than an “ok” response.

“I’m feeling better now that I’m with you,” I replied genuinely.

“I love you Dan. I want you to know that I would never hurt you like that.”

I leaned into him and hugged him. “I know you wouldn’t. Thanks for being here for me.”

We held each other tight for a moment, and I took in his smell, his aftershave, deodorant and shampoo mixed together making a sweet but musky aroma, very pleasant, manly and…arousing?

We parted slowly and we met eye to eye. I made the first move and leant in pressing my lips to his, which made me flinch as my lip still hurt from the cut.

“Shit, sorry,” he said, concerned and embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault,” I said leaning into him again. This time more gentle, trying not to hurt my mouth.

It was a very delicate exchange, both sensual and exciting. We held each other by the hips as we kissed. He made my heart pound in my chest and I felt as though I was hovering several inches off the ground. We only broke apart when the pub door flew open and one of the burly regulars staggered out past us and up a country lane into the darkness singing to himself.

“We better head back,” I said.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, we should. Joey and Karl will want to know what’s going on and we’d best find out what Steven has to say about all this. I bet he denies the whole thing,” I said my temper rising.

“Well it doesn’t matter if he does; everyone is going to know the truth. It’s not like Lisa won’t have worked out that there’s something going on between us.”

“Jesus, poor Lisa,” I said, my anger dissipating. “I hadn’t even thought about her. She’s going to be heartbroken to find out that Steven has been lying to her this whole time.”

“Wow, yeah I hadn’t thought about that either. Poor Lisa. I don’t know how people can do that to themselves, let alone others. I can understand when you’re just a kid trying to work things out, but Steven must have known he was gay for a long time. It’s unfair to fuck people around like that.”

“I guess he’s just never been able to cope with his feelings,” I thought out loud, now feeling pity for Steven rather than anger.

“There you go feeling sorry for him again.”

“Well don’t you? At the end of all this I know I’m going to be ok. I have you and I guess I’m pretty much ready to admit my feelings to people and come out of the closet so to speak. I mean it’s not as if I have much of a choice anyway, but Steven has just lost everything and what he did to me he did out of desperation. Shit the more I think about it the more I worry about him.”

“Fucking hell Dan, have you ever heard of Stockholm syndrome?”

“Shut up,” I said rolling my eyes. “He was… is my best friend. I don’t know if I can forgive him and go back to the way things were, but I can’t switch off and stop caring. I’m angry and worried about him at the same time. He needs help, support. He’s losing the plot and I can’t just sit back and watch that.”

“As I said before, you are remarkable,” he said kissing me on the cheek.

“Whatever. Come on, let’s get back.”

We shared another quick kiss, before making our way to the car and driving back to camp.

It was an interesting drive in the dark, it was completely pitch black. There were no streetlights anywhere and once we left the village there were no lights coming from houses or anything. The only things distinguishable in the darkness were little farms here and there in the distance. There weren’t even any other cars on the road.

Out of nowhere Adam started to slow down and pulled over to the side of the road.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Get out of the car.”

“What?”

“Just trust me,” he said turning off the ignition and getting out of the car.

I must admit I was a little bit disconcerted being in the middle of nowhere in the pitch black, especially after what had happened to me that day. So I didn’t leave the car straight away. Then Adam climbed on the bonnet then the roof out of sight. Out of sheer curiosity I had to find out what he was up to. I got out the car and closed the door to find him lying on the roof of the car looking up at the sky.

“Climb up here, you have to see this. This is the best thing about being in the middle of nowhere.”

I climbed up beside him and lay down, our heads leaning against each other’s. Suddenly I realised what he was talking about. I had never had the opportunity to look up at the sky without the interference from some sort of light, but now the sky was completely undisturbed. Not even a plane was in sight. It was just a beautiful endless sea of stars. It was absolutely breath-taking.

“Sort of puts things into perspective doesn’t it?” he said to me.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“Every one of those stars have been around a hundred times longer than us.”

“Yep, some of them burned out hundreds of years ago and still their light is travelling through space. It’s beautiful Adam. Thanks for showing me this.”

I leant over him and kissed him. Then we separated and looked into each other’s eyes. This only made us kiss again. My lip still hurt, but passion was taking over and I didn’t want to stop. His mouth gave way to my tongue and I fully explored his mouth as he did mine. My body started to take over and before I even realised what I was doing I was on top of him. He separated his legs to make room for me and our crotches pressed against each other. We were both hard.

I wasn’t really thinking about what was happening I was just fully giving into everything my body was asking. Our mouths separated briefly as I pulled my t-shirt off and then again when he removed his. He jumped and started laughing when he felt the coldness of the metal on his back, but he soon adjusted and we got straight back into our make out session.

We had never kissed like this before, never as passionate and as lustful. I started thrusting into him and he mimicked the motion until it became unbearable. I reached down to his pants, still kissing him and started to undo his jeans. He didn’t object, instead he reached down for my jeans too. Soon we had everything unbuttoned and I felt him pull my pants down around my ass. He caressed my cheeks through my boxers and this only encouraged my advances. I broke the kiss to sit up and manoeuvre his jeans. I pulled them down to his ankles and he kicked off his trainers so I could pull them off fully and I threw them over the side of the car so that he was lying there in just his boxers and his socks. I stood up in front of him, the roof of the car buckling a little under our weight, (Adam didn’t seem to mind), kicking off my own trainers and then I let my jeans fall to my ankles before I kicked them off too so that I was left standing there in my underwear, my dick pointing straight out tenting the fabric of my boxers.

I looked around me into the darkness, not a soul in sight and thought, “Fuck it”. I put my thumbs into the sides of my boxers and stretched them so that I could pull my cock out and then I let them fall to the floor. Like my jeans I kicked them off the side of the car. There I was, standing there in the middle of nowhere, in the dark under the stars, on top a fucking car completely nude, my hard dick pointing away from me, looking down at the most gorgeous boy I’d ever met. Suddenly my predicament didn’t seem so tragic. He quickly pulled off his boxers and threw them aside so that finally we were completely naked together.

Pure lust taking over, I literally pounced on him, kissing him passionately and rubbing my dick against his. I don’t know what came over me, but I was feeling adventurous and I started kissing down his face, his neck, his chest. I teasingly sucked on one of his nipples which he moaned gratefully over before I continued my descent. I was firmly taking over what was going on, quite the opposite of our last encounter and I quickly found his “partner in crime” which I took into my mouth without hesitation. He literally squirmed with pleasure as my tongue went to work. I tried my best to take his full size into my mouth, but It made me gag a little. I was new to this after all.

I actually enjoyed it. I had always thought that only one person experienced pleasure from oral sex and that was the recipient, but I was enjoying the rush, the taste and the satisfaction of satisfying. It didn’t take very long before…

“I’m going to cum!”

It was more of a gasp than a sentence, or a warning for that matter, because about a second later my mouth and throat were overwhelmed with his warm salty, yet sweet load. I gagged, in my inexperience, but I eventually swallowed everything he had to offer before collapsing onto his chest as he panted from the exertion of his orgasm.

“Did I do good?” I asked nervously

“You did great, but you’re not finished yet.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope,” he said pushing me off him a little so that he could turn over onto his front.

His cute little bubble butt stared me in the face and suddenly I was filled with a new urge, the urge to be inside him.

My adventurous side still willing me forward, I began placing gentle kisses onto his beautiful smooth cheeks, before parting them with my hands. His tight little pink hole was presented to me and I gently massaged it with my thumb. He quivered and moaned with pleasure. Curiosity got the better of me and I unexpectedly had the impulse to taste his ass. I started by placing a kiss directly onto his pert little rosebud. It wasn’t too bad. And surprisingly he didn’t smell bad down there like I feared he might. Whatever he smelled like it was turning me on even more. I stuck out my tongue and pressed my face between his cheeks licking his hole. He moaned louder now, and I felt him tense beneath me in pleasure. I went to work on him, deciding I was quite enjoying this myself. I let my tongue moisten him up and suddenly his hole gave way to my tongue and let me in a little. I explored further, burying my tongue deeper and deeper. I continued in this way for a short time until he said, “I want you to fuck me.”

I brought my face out of his ass when he asked me.

I let it sink in for a moment.

“Ok.”

He rolled over again to face me and without hesitation he took my cock in his mouth and began lubricating my dick, ready to penetrate him. It didn’t take long and he was back on his front again, eagerly anticipating my entrance.

I felt very nervous. I was about to break my virginity. I was about to have full-on sex for the first time. I had been satisfied with our little play around before. I hadn’t realised that it was foreplay, but at the same time, reservations aside, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to feel myself inside him.

I had waited a long time for “the one” and now that I was about to give up my virginal status I knew I had found the right guy to do this with.

I gently pressed the tip of my penis against his eagerly awaiting moist hole and to my surprise there was very little resistance. His sweet hole welcomed me, his muscle tensing and pulling me in further as he gasped with pleasure.

“Mmmmm” was the only sound he could muster.

It was a wonderful sensation, warm and extremely pleasurable, better than any jerk off session. I started to thrust in and out of him, eventually finding a rhythm that we both seemed comfortable with. Our breathing became heavy and he was moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck me Dan!”

I picked up the pace at his command and he started moaning with every thrust. It was no longer the romantic gentle experience when I first entered him. I had started fucking him hard and fast encouraged by his guttural cries of pleasure.

I could feel my approaching orgasm and I pushed myself to the limits of my fitness and stamina, fucking his ass as hard and as fast as I could. I managed this for about thirty seconds more before my body seized up in climax. Adam also seemed to spasm uncontrollably underneath me.

“Oh god!” I moaned.

“Oh fuck yeah!” he agreed.

“Oh god…. Oh god!”

We both came together and I collapsed in ecstasy and exhaustion onto his back, my dick still spurting my juices into him.

I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt in my life. I held onto him tightly as my orgasm dissolved into a blissful sleepiness. I pulled out of him, and let him turn over to face me. He had the biggest, sexiest grin on his face. We both laughed as we looked at each other. And I let myself collapse into his arms, letting my head rest on his chest. He held me tight and in silence for five minutes. I closed my eyes and was just drifting off…

“You ready for round two?” he asked playfully

I smiled into his chest at his remark. I was completely exhausted and round two was certainly not a possibility at the moment.

“I think round one was enough,” I laughed. “You’ve dealt a knockout blow.”

“It was amazing,” he sighed in appreciation.

“It was.”

Kissing me on the forehead, he said, “I love you.”

“I love you too…. You turned out to be the right guy after all.”

“I guess I did.”

“I can’t believe I’ve just had sex.”

“I can’t believe we’ve just had sex on the roof of my car.”

I burst out laughing. “I suppose that is sort of badass isn’t it?”

“It is considering you didn’t think a shower cubicle was private enough earlier.”

“Well we can sort that one out tomorrow.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Shhhh!”

“What?”

“Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

I sat upright and my fears were confirmed. A car was coming towards us in the distance. Its headlights nearing closer and closer by the second.

“Shit Adam! There’s a car coming…”