Chapter Twenty-Nine
“You’re late… again,” I tease as Brooks finally makes his way down the path that leads to his surprise.
I’ve got the tent finally all set up, after I managed to have Gannett score me a staven deal on an old canvas sail from one of his buddies at the marina. I sent Petro and Colton off in my truck to go pick it up for me.
I have a feeling Petro, at some point, maybe let my son sneak in another experience behind the wheel.
They think they’re doing a stellar job keeping that a secret for me, but when I got in it today, the seat was a good deal closer to the wheel than if Petro were behind it.
Kid’s gotta be half a foot taller than I am, for Christ’s sake.
Oh well, I’m doing as Brooks advised me to do, and giving Colt some more independence.
He’s still breaking the law, which probably isn’t a good thing, but at least he’s getting practice…
and my truck came back in one piece. So really, can I complain, when I know I myself was fourteen and first got behind the wheel of my dad’s old beater and took off down the back roads?
“You know I can’t say no, when a straggler comes into my office and sits in my chair,” Brooks huffs, as he takes in his surroundings in awe.
Around the perimeter of the site, I tried to create some ambiance, or whatever the fuck it’s called, by hanging a string of solar-powered lights.
I have a couple of torches lit as well, but that’s mostly just to keep the friggin’ mosquitoes away.
I’ve got the flap to the tent open, providing him a view of the double hammock I have hung inside.
“Oh my gosh, Evan,” Brooks gushes, approaching the entrance to the tent and seeing the initials, encircled with a heart, that I carved on one of the posts. He titters. “Our initials spell EWW BUG.”
“Seems mighty appropriate, doesn’t it? Since you make me kill all the spiders, now that we’re together and all…”
He smirks. “It does. I appreciate you.”
I pull him in close and give him a playful nip on his neck. “You better. I didn’t go through all this trouble for nothing,” I tease him again.
Shit, the man brings out a playful side of me that I had long buried.
“This is amazing,” Brooks sighs, wriggling out of my arms and stepping inside the tent to look around more.
“Are those my books?” he gasps, having spotted the bookshelf I built for him out of wood I cleared from the overgrown site.
Beside that, there’s a little side table I made out of the scraps. “Oh, and is that homemade?!”
I nod. “Just for you, babe.”
There’s even a comfy chair in here, just in case he’d rather sit and read as opposed to lying in the hammock.
“Geeze, Evan. Between all this and everything else you’re doing to help me save and spruce up the camp, you’re taking ‘acts of service’ to a whole new level.”
I quirk an eyebrow up. “Who told you about me trying to save the camp?”
“Little birdy…” he says, biting his lip.
“Oh yeah? Wouldn’t have been a big, blabber-beaked Colton warbler, would it?”
He barks out a laugh. “Never heard of it.”
“Uh-huh,” I hum, poking at the side of my cheek with my tongue. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“And I am surprised,” he protests, suddenly growing sullen, “but I’m just not sure it’s going to be enough. Kai owned more than half of this place.”
“I know, I did my research,” I tell him.
“In between the crowd-source fundraiser thing the boys helped me set up, I’ve got most of Alder Notch spreading the word about the camp.
One of Riley’s dads apparently makes commercials and stuff too, so I’ve reached out to him to see if he could do a piece about this place, once we get all the new activities in place—I’m assuming Colt told you about the obstacle course, and you must have seen the rope swing. ”
He nods.
“Ok, well, I also took the liberty of looking into how we can install a ropes course here as well. I’m trying to think of ways we can invest in this place on the cheap, that way we can boost up camperships. I’ve looked at a lot of competitors’ summer camps, to see what they have going on—”
“Evan…” Brooks cuts me off, his dimples nearly popping off his cheeks from how hard he’s smiling.
“Yeah?”
“You can quit sucking up to the boss anytime now.”
“Okay, well,” I draw out the words, “what if I just… suck off the boss?”
Brooks reaches back and pulls the string, letting the canvas fall shut, bathing the tent in just the faint, flickering glow cast by an antique oil lamp I found. As he slowly starts undressing, he says. “Suck off, eat out, or stuff full, take your pick…”
At the offering of stuffing full, I perk up.
Brooks and I have yet to take our sexual exploration all the way yet, usually from having too much creativity with other non-penetrative sex.
Brooks tells me he usually prefers that anyway—since there’s not much prep involved—and with him and his schedule, time is of the essence.
Fine by me, because I will take this beautiful man before me any which way I can get him.
“I have a surprise for you too,” Brooks hums, starting to undress.
When all his everyday clothes are off, he stands before me in the black, see-through corset bustier—the one that hugs his curves so tightly, which is why I requested it.
He’s got on black hose stockings that end in a border of lace around his mid-thigh.
They’re being held up by garters, attached to a satiny jock I don’t recognize—meaning he actually shopped for new stuff on his own. Me likey.
The added touch of another new piece—a teeny, black-lace ruffled skirt—has my dick throbbing and looks so, so damn good on him.
He does a little spin for me, showing off the new ensemble in its totality, and pops his ass a couple times, just to get a rise out of me, I’m sure.
Well, mission fuckin’ accomplished, because I am fully risen, and I just want to take a bite out of his perfect fucking peach.
Fuck, he looks like a wet dream. And the confidence and sensuality he’s found in wearing the lingerie, makes him all that much hotter. Now when I tell him he’s gorgeous in them, he doesn’t balk at me, he owns it.
He slowly bends at the waist, letting his palms slide down the smooth skin to his stockinged legs.
Once he’s nearly bent completely in half, I see a sparkling glint of pink peeking out at me from between his round asscheeks.
I grip his ass with both my hands, and spread them a little wider, to see that the pink is actually a heart-shaped jewel.
“God damn, baby. Are you trying to kill me?” I huff out, my erection pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans.
“I hope there’s lube in here somewhere,” he tells me.
I chuckle. “I read the back of some of those books I stocked in here for you. There’s no way you’re not jerking off to some of those novels, Brooks. Yes, there’s lube in here.” I nod over to the side table next to the chair.
“You really are the most thoughtful man, Evan,” Brooks teases, though I know he’s serious enough about it every other time he’s told me the same thing. “Thought of everything except for how we’re going to do anything with those clothes of yours on.” He bites his lip and gives me a salacious grin.
I don’t think I’ve ever stripped so fast in my damn life.
Brooks chuckles, pressing his hands on my pecs and gently pushing me back to the chair. When the back of my knees hit the edge, he crowds me so I’m forced to sit back. Then he takes a step back, bowing out from where I’m reaching for him to sit on my lap.
He shakes his head. “This is for you. And I know you didn’t ask for anything in return, but I want to give this to you as a token of my appreciation for you, Evan. I love you.”
Brooks fishes his phone out of his discarded pants pocket, cues up “River” by Bishop Briggs, and oh, boy…
Ohhh, boyyy… I have no words. Hard for the brain to function properly, when all the blood in my body has suddenly drained south. Holy fucking shit, this man has got moves like a goddamned stripper.
He writhes in time to the beat, gyrating and moving to the music.
I can’t even. If I’m not buried inside this man tonight, you better just take me out back and send me out to pasture. I take it he likes the tent. He really, really likes the tent.
And I really, really love this view. I’m having a hard time keeping my hand from stroking myself as I watch the show he’s putting on for me right now. And he’s doing this all with a plug in his ass?
My fucking god.
When the song is over, Brooks has stripped himself completely naked, and comes to straddle my lap on the chair.
While he catches his breath, I take the opportunity to sing his praises about the strip tease I just got to enjoy—all between plastering kisses on his sweat-dampened exposed column of throat, down to his chest.
“God, baby,” I murmur on his skin, as his arms reach around and his hands grip the back of the chair. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can't get over how gorgeous you are.”
I palm one of his pecs, all while lavishing the nipple of the other with licks and sucks.
“Fuck me, Evan,” Brooks pants, while I grab both of our cocks and slowly start stroking. “Oh my god, I want to feel you inside me so bad, baby. This plug is driving me crazy.”
I reach around and tap lightly on the jewel, smirking. “This right here?”
He bites his lip and nods vigorously. “Mhm,” he practically moans.
“But it makes your pretty pussy look even prettier, baby.”
“Don’t care,” he huffs, riding my lap, our dicks slipping together with a mixture of a little bit of sweat and a whole lot of pre-cum.
A needy “Unngh!” bursts out when I start to slowly twist and pull the toy from him. If I don’t get myself inside of him soon, he’s going to come on me before I even get a chance to have my way with him for the first time.
“Slow down, Beautiful,” I warn him, stilling him from humping into my stroking.
He snatches the bottle of lube from me, coating my cock. “Your fat dick is going to feel so good.”
“You, my dear, have a filthy mouth…”
He flashes me his straight, white teeth. “You stick your cock in there enough, though.”
“Fair point,” I chuckle. “Ready?”
“Fuck yeah.” He smirks.
I cradle his ass in my hands and lift him up so he’s seated just above the tip of my dick, just enough so I’m nudging his hole. He reaches back and holds me steady as I slowly ease him down over my slickened length.
“Oh my goddddd.” He shudders, wiggling his hips a little until I’m sucked in fully and seated inside him. “Give me a sec,” he stammers, “you’re so freakin’ big.”
“Either that, or your pussy is way too damn tight, Beautiful.” I wink at him.
I feel his muscles clench around my cock, as he gingerly starts to ride me, and I almost fucking blow on the spot.
I don’t think he was the only one who needed a sec.
I could have used another second to admire the way my dick disappeared inside of him—because, while I definitely will want to see that sight over and over again, you only get just one first.
“Definitely way too tight, and so fucking warm, baby,” I groan. “You’re perfect.”
He starts bouncing up and down my cock, painstakingly slow at first, but it doesn’t take long before he’s riding in earnest, like he’s out to strangle my cock.
My hips snap upwards to meet him, thrust for every euphoric thrust, until the chair is scraping the floor beneath us. God, I hope it holds us.
Brooks’ moans and whimpers are causing my cock to surge within him.
I’m so fucking ecstatic that my first time getting to fuck him is bare.
There’s not a single barrier between us—we’re just raw, wanton need.
Also, with no rubber, I get to watch my cum leaking out of his beautiful pussy, when this is through.
“Jesus, baby, this is like heaven,” I murmur, as he sits up and practically slams himself onto my lap. “I can feel your pussy clenching on me.”
Skin slapping against skin, heavy breathing, his sweet sounds—I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Gonna come,” I tell him, my fingertips gouging into the meat of his ass. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you up, gorgeous.”
“Oh god yes, Evan. Please give it to me,” he cries, but before I can tip over the edge myself, I feel his body tense, and he pitches forward into me, shuddering out his release. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god. Yes, baby, yes!”
Knowing that Brooks just had a hands-free orgasm while riding my dick causes my vision to tunnel, and my dick to start pulsing in him.
I bask in euphoric white light as I pump him full of me, and we come together.
It’s not often that we both come at the same time, but when we do, the blissful feeling I get in the aftermath is something I don’t think I’ll ever tire of.
For many long minutes, neither of us can even speak as he lies, curled up on my lap.
That is, until my cock starts to soften and I feel myself slipping out of him.
It’s as I watch my cum spill from him—which is about the most primally lascivious sight, by the way—that I realize that I did forget to bring something here. We have nothing to clean up with.
With Brooks cradled in my arms, I gently carry him out the backside of the tent, and towards the lake.
“Evan,” he gasps, “the camp is right over there.”
“Relax, babe,” I say quietly. “Just a quick dip to clean us off. It’s cloudy tonight. No one will see us in the dark, if you are quiet.”
We quickly hopped in and cleaned off and then snuck back into the tent to try to air dry a little before changing back into our clothes.
Having gotten a little, uh, distracted, I totally forgot about the cooler I’d packed with snacks for our little adventure.
Since I know he’s got a sweet-tooth, I brought strawberries and, get this, there’s such a thing as chocolate hummus.
Didn’t even know hummus was a thing, much less chocolate hummus.
Having Morgan in the house with us for the past three weeks has enlightened me to a whole host of new foods, outside of the prepackaged variety.
Once we got through all those casseroles, from right after her surgery, she sat with me in the kitchen a few times and critiqued my feeble attempts at cooking.
Nicer than Colton does, I will add.
Now as I lie here in the hammock, just watching Brooks snore softly while snuggled into me, I can’t help but worry a little about how our time together in this little bubble is winding down, way faster than I ever envisioned.
This season is quickly drawing to an end, and I hate it, but I’m also aware that we can’t uproot our kids, either.
I know, weeks ago, I said we’d cross that bridge when we got there, but I can’t help but feel like that bridge is quickly approaching, and… what will we do?