Sutton
I zipped up the tent flap on Scotty and Adam's tent after tucking them in, tapping the taut nylon. "Sleep tight, guys." The last of the campers were settled. Adam had been the most nervous about sleeping outdoors, but he was too worn out to fight sleep for long. I'd tried to be patient with the kids, but my mind was on Ben, alone in our tent, waiting for me.
While we were at camp, I'd been keeping my distance out of respect for Parker. Or at least, that was what I was telling myself. Part of me knew that the fear of the intensity between us, of the things my father might do, was eating at me far more than the thought of upsetting Parker Layton. It was Ben's heart and Ben's happiness I truly cared about.
Maybe that was why I'd volunteered to stay up and help the kids get settled instead of diving into the tent with Ben straight away. Maybe that was why my heart was racing as I walked across the dark campground toward our tent. After an endless day of hiking and wrangling campers, after a week of sleeping in a cabin with Ravi and Parker, we were finally going to be alone together.
The thought made my cock stiffen in my shorts.
I kicked off my flip-flops, unzipped the fly of our little two-man tent, and ducked inside, nerves and anticipation twisting in my stomach. Ben had watched the campers, giving me some time to myself earlier to sneak off and get cleaned up and prep myself. The implication had been clear. Tonight we were going to fuck. Prepping for him only built the anticipation, making the ache deep inside me even more intense.
A shiver ran through me as I imagined Ben filling me up, stretching me open, claiming me. A week was too long to go without him, and I was desperate to feel his thick cock driving into my hole. I'd been a cock slut since I found out what that meant in high school, always craving that perfect full feeling. But with Ben, everything was so much more intense. The pleasure, the emotions, the connection. He wasn't using my ass. He possessed me, body and soul.
I wasn't sure he understood how strong my feelings were growing.
I stripped down to my underwear, my hard-on tenting the thin fabric. Ben was sprawled on top of his sleeping bag, his long, lean body on display in a tight pair of boxer briefs. He was reading a book, probably one of his smutty fantasy romances, which I now knew made him horny as hell. He looked up as I crawled over to him.
"There you are," he said with a sexy smirk. "Everyone okay?"
"A few of the kids are a bit nervous, but I got them calmed down," I replied, snuggling against his side. His warm, bare skin and clean, masculine scent enveloped me. Beneath the earthy notes of pine and campfire smoke, I could detect the musky tang of his arousal.
Ben noticed my pensive expression and smiled, reaching over to pull me even closer. "What's got you so hard?" His eyes dropped down to my cock, and he boldly reached between my legs, squeezing and massaging my growing bulge. "Ready for our night alone?"
Was I blushing? It felt like I was. "Yeah."
In these moments, I couldn't help but think about how much I wished it could always be like this with Ben. How much I'd like to hold hands with him around camp, call him my boyfriend. I knew I couldn't go public with Ben without destroying his life and future. My father's influence and bigotry cast a long shadow, one neither of us could escape.
"Hey," Ben murmured, interrupting my downward spiral of thoughts. "You okay?"
I looked into his eyes, which held genuine concern, and forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.
He pulled me into his arms, and I fell against him, enjoying the way his hard body felt against mine, firm and reassuring.
"You're spiraling again, aren't you?"
"Am I that transparent?" I groaned, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder.
"Only to me," he replied with a gentle squeeze. "What do you need right now?"
"Fuck me until it's all better," I whispered, the words coming out desperate and needy.
"Does that work?" Ben asked, concern lacing his voice.
"Please, just… make me forget everything else but the feeling of your dick inside me. It works. For a while at least."
"Okay," he agreed softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead before nudging me onto my hands and knees.
As I adjusted my position, Ben peeled down my underwear, revealing my vulnerable hole. "Did you prep, baby?"
"Y-yeah," I stuttered, heat creeping up my neck at the reminder of what was about to happen.
"Good boy." His praise sent shivers down my spine as his fingers traced a slick path along my entrance. He pressed one digit inside, working the lube into me, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.
"More, please," I begged, rocking back against his hand.
"Patience, ," Ben teased, adding a second finger and stretching me open. "I want you good and ready for me."
"God, you're killing me," I muttered, trying to focus on my breathing as pleasure began to build inside me. "Please, Ben, fuck me hard. Make it hurt. Pain helps."
"Are you sure?" he asked again, his fingers stilling for a moment.
"Positive," I panted, desperate for that mix of pain and pleasure only he could provide.
A sharp, unexpected pain jolted me as Ben leaned forward and sank his teeth into my ass cheek.
"Oh fuck, bite harder," I whimpered. "Mark me." He bit again, in a different, more sensitive spot, and I bucked against him, the intensity of the bite sending shivers down my spine and bringing my orgasm dangerously close. Ben lifted his head, tracing his fingers over the mark he'd left.
"Shh, you have to be quiet, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. He pulled back and grabbed a bandana. "We put our tent across the meadow from the campers for a reason, but they can still hear us if we're loud." He looked around the tent for a moment, picking up a bandana. "Can I gag you?" He deftly tied it into a knot, and I shivered, imagining the helpless feeling of not being able to speak as he fucked me. My cock throbbed. The need for that fun little kink was unexpectedly intense.
I wanted to be Ben's to use, at Ben's mercy, and that was all there was to it.
"Shut me up if you need to. I don't need to say anything to be your little slut," I whispered. He was smirking at me as he shoved the fabric into my mouth, holding it tight, tying it off snugly. It was a whole new loss of control, and I was pretty fucking turned on by it.
Before I think about it, Ben shoved me face first into the pile of sleeping bags, and his big cock pushed roughly into me. I arched my hips up, giving him access to fill me up completely. The fabric muffled my moans. He was right to have gagged me. As the pain and pleasure blended together, I wanted to scream. I lost myself in the overwhelming sensations of being fucked roughly. My muscles tensed around Ben's cock, and I reveled in the feeling of being so utterly stuffed full of him. It was a heady mix of vulnerability and intimacy that left me reeling.
"You feel amazing," Ben panted, his grip on my hip tightening as he continued to drive into me. The sound of his voice, low and needy, only served to heighten my arousal.
I tried to focus on staying quiet, but it was nearly impossible. Each hard thrust pushed me closer to the edge. The gag helped, though. I bit down on the fabric, focusing on that instead of moaning. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, filled with love and passion for the man who shared this secret part of me. He drove in deep, and held me there for a moment, both of us panting.
"I want to watch you ride me," Ben coaxed, pulling out of me before quickly rolling onto his back and pulling me along with him. His firm hands wrapped around my waist, guiding me into position over his throbbing cock. The anticipation of sinking down onto him made my pulse race.
"Fuck, you look so sexy like this," he whispered as I began to lower myself onto him, stuffing him deep, my cock bouncing on my stomach. He tugged on the gag. "Little slut doesn't need to talk. He just needs to fuck himself on big dick, huh?"
I nodded eagerly, whimpering into the fabric.
"Well. Impale yourself on my cock. Show me how hard you like to be fucked."
I couldn't deny how much I wanted it, needed it, even. My mind went blank as I focused on the stretch of being filled by him. He was so big, and in this position, there was nothing I could do but take him all.
"Good boy," Ben praised, his breath hitching as he slid deeper inside me. "You're doing so well."
I lifted up and slammed down roughly onto his shaft, moaning at the intense stretch of forcing him deep into me. Ben gripped my cock, stroking it firmly as I continued to ride him. I leaned back, bracing myself on my hands and squatting over him so that I could make things as rough as I wanted, abusing my hole with his cock.
"Naughty boy," Ben teased, but his grin faded as he focused on meeting my thrusts with his own, driving his cock even further inside me.
I cried out against the gag, barely able to hold back any longer. I could feel the pressure building within me, threatening to explode at any moment. He reached for my cock and stroked it, telling me in quiet words how beautiful he found my body, how sexy my muscles looked as I rode him.
"Let go, ," Ben urged, his eyes locked on mine. "Come for me."
Hearing those words, I couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, I let go of control, thrusting my hips against his hand as I bounced on his cock. I whimpered his name into the gag as I came, my release spattering over my stomach and dripping down onto him. The sight of my orgasm seemed to push him over the edge too, and with a deep groan, he rammed into me one final time, pumping his own release inside me.
My body trembled as I collapsed onto Ben's chest, both of us gasping for breath after our orgasms. I could feel his heart pounding against my cheek, matching the rhythm of my own, and it felt like we were two parts of a whole, perfectly in sync.
"Fuck, ," Ben whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he reached up and removed the gag, gently stroking the sides of my mouth, checking for injury. "That was… incredible."
I couldn't help but agree, even though words seemed inadequate to describe the connection we had shared. He was still inside me, still hard, and I relished that for a moment, as I lay there, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine and the slickness of my cum between us.
"Ben?" I murmured hesitantly, not wanting to ruin the fragile peace we'd found.
"Yeah, babe?" He drew circles on my back, soothing me and holding me close.
"Never mind," I whispered, too afraid to ask.
Ben was silent for a moment. "I don't know what's going on in that mixed-up head of yours, but I'm pretty sure pushing you won't help. So I'm going to leave it be for now. But I can't promise I won't feel the urge to push you outside of your comfort zone of easy fucks and meaningless sex."
As he soothed my body, I fought back tears, wondering if he could truly imagine that life. A life where we were together and everyone knew it, where the paparazzi descended upon us to meet the gay son of Lawrence Holm.
"Baby," he whispered, massaging my ass. "I'm not in a hurry. We have time before camp ends."
"And until then?"
Ben smirked. "I'm having a lot of damn fun waiting to see what you do, Holm. But please let me fuck you more than once a week. I can't stop staring at that goddamn ass."
I burst out laughing. "I work extra hard on it in the gym. My ass."
"I knew it. Fuck, entire religions could be devoted to that ass…"
I smiled, shifting to the side to snuggle him, thinking about how Ben always knew exactly what to say. Even when it was something ridiculous.