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Camping Trip: A Little Fun in the Woods

One-Shot

Let me begin by saying we are really drunk. Not just tipsy and falling over each other drunk (cause we are) but drunk enough for one of us to think that throwing fireworks and full cans of Axe body spray into the bonfire is a good idea.

Earlier today we randomly decided to have a bonfire in the woods nearby. I think around this time we had already emptied a bottle of Skyy and Patron. And by the time Sally and I got to the store about 4 shots of Jack were added to the list. We picked up some hot dogs and S'mores ingredients and somewhere between those aisles and the register, fireworks, matches, and lighter fluid were added to the cart.

As we got back to the house, Andrew and Dahvie pulled up from their own supply trip. They too had picked up an enormous amount of fireworks and lighter fluid but also in their bags were various brands of tequila, vodka, beer, wine- basically everything we needed to open our own bar.

We went inside and packed our bags with everything we'd need for a weekend in the woods including clothes, toiletries, food, of course more alcohol. Our first clue that perhaps this was not the wisest thing to do while drunk was that when we left the house the first time, we forgot all of our bags in the driveway. After we drove back and retrieved them, Dahvie remembered about halfway to the campsite that since we'll be sleeping in the woods, tents and sleeping bags might be beneficial.

Before we left a second time we made an actual list of everything we'd need for the trip. After we checked and re-checked that we had everything, we set off a final time. On the drive to the campsite we emptied out half a case of Coors Light and were once again drunk off our feet as we tried to set up our tents. This should've been our second clue.

We first tried to set up each tent on our own but as we discovered, doing anything requiring brain cells while blitzed out of your mind is a really bad idea. We got together and set up the tents as a team and between all of us, we just managed to get them standing. Although I'm pretty sure one of them has a new hole in the design.

To celebrate our victory over the evil tents and their attempt to thwart our endeavors at a great bonfire, we emptied yet another bottle of Patron. As the sun began to set, we headed out into the woods to gather up all the wood we need. Of course Sally and Andrew went off together, probably to sneak in a little fun while they had a chance at privacy, so that left Dahvie and I to gather wood together in the opposite direction.

We picked up any loose branches that were light enough to carry, as well as some smaller sticks to get the fire going. We dropped off our first load in the center of the campsite and placed several large rocks around the branches to help keep in the flames later. By the time this was done it was starting to get dark. Sally and Andrew weren't back yet so it wasn't hard to imagine what they were doing.

I managed to convince Dahvie that since Sally and Andrew probably won't be back soon, we should go find more wood before it gets too late. I could see Dahvie getting a bit nervous since visibility was rapidly decreasing. I couldn't blame him but still I could never resist scaring him. He's just too cute when he's wide-eyed and shaking.

I loaded more sticks into his arms and asked him if he wanted to hear a story. He probably thought it was something funny that happened to me but instead I was gonna tell him a ghost story to scare the shit out of him.

"Ok so I heard this story a little bit ago from the guy that owned the gas station we stopped at. He said back when there were witch trials in this area, a town used to stand where this whole campsite is. One of the accused girls from the town was tortured before getting her head chopped off and with her last breath she put a curse on this area that she and her evil spirits will haunt these grounds until she finds her head again.

Not long after she died, many of the children from the town fell ill and began acting strangely. Their eyes went bright red and they attacked anyone who stood in their way. Strange creatures were also seen stalking the woods outside of the town. Usually they seemed to be only shadows or forest animals but once their eyes glowed red, you knew you were screwed. Very rarely did anyone venture out into the woods alone for most that did were never seen again. Only once did one of those creatures come into town. First heard was it's horrible shriek. Some of the braver townspeople went to investigate the noise but as soon as their torches were just out of sight, the noise stopped. Everything went quiet and then the men's horrible screaming filled the air. The clear night only helped their cries to echo through the town. Anyone who stayed behind rushed inside their homes and bolted the door. Only one child was left outside. A screech was heard again and he looked up to see a winged monster flying through the sky. The boy screamed and tried to run but the monster caught up with him and tore him limb from limb.

Some of the people had seen what happened but as the monster turned to look at them, they froze on site. The creature tore through town and destroyed everything in it's path. Every person in the town was brutally killed and their blood stained the streets.

Many years passed and the town went to ruins and it's history was buried. Not long ago the area was turned into a campsite and although several people have reported strange beasts stalking their camps, it was all chalked up to curious forest animals. But one weekend a boy scout group was camping here and 3 of the boys wandered off during a bonfire ceremony. They went into the woods and screamed with all their might. Naturally everyone came running, thinking that the boys were in trouble but soon found the boys laughing at their prank. As they went back to the cabins the boys screamed again. This time no one came help them.

The 3 boys disappeared but according to one scout who looked back at them, 'dark shadows had outstretched their arms and wrapped themselves around the boys' bodies. Slowly it dragged them further into the darkness until their screams couldn't be heard.'

He couldn't see who did it but he did see bright red eyes. He yelled out for every one to come back and help but one of the monsters heard him and started to run after him. He ran away as fast as he could. He had stumbled and tripped, was bloodied and bruised but he knew if it caught him then that would be the end. He told the counselors what happened but they ignored him until they took roll call the next morning. The 3 boys were no where in camp. Everyone went back to where they last saw them but the boys weren't there. Someone noticed a trail of blood drops and followed it further into the trees. A path opened up into a clearing and suddenly the trail stopped and formed a pool. One drop fell right in front of the boy and he looked up and screamed at the top of his lungs before turning white and falling over.

The campers all ran to his side to find out what terrified him so much and soon got their answer. They screamed as they took in the sight of 3 mutilated corpses hanging from the trees. Their organs were everywhere and blood soaked the trees and ground. A strangled noise came from one of the bodies and they realized he was still alive. Though his intestines were wrapped around him like a noose, there was just enough life in him to point to crowd and whisper "You're next!"

By the middle of the story I had Dahvie shaking but at the end of the last sentence I grabbed him from behind and hoarsely whispered "You're next!" in his ear. He dropped his armload of sticks and jumped into my arms. As he did, a loud unholy scream echoed through the woods and I jumped a bit myself. I danced around trying to keep my balance but I fell backwards and hit the ground.

I closed my eyes on the way down but once I hit the dirt I opened them again. My arms were wrapped around Dahvie and he was still shaking against me. I looked at his face and his eyes were tightly shut and I felt his tight grip on my shirt.

"Dahvie…hey, Dahves! Are you okay?"

"Fuck no, I'm not okay! You told that fucking story and now the fucking witch is after us!"

"I lied. I made up that up to scare you!"

"Then what's up with the fucking banshee scream?"

"I don't know! I'm not psychic."

"Whatever, let's just get the fuck out of here. I'm not gonna end up witch bait."

He quickly scrambled off of me and darted back in the general direction of the campsite. I ran after him and soon enough we saw the lit campfire. Sally and Andrew were cuddling on a blanket and smiled as we sprinted up beside them.

They soon noticed something was wrong and asked us why we were running like a priest was after our asses. Dahvie panted out "Di-didn't you hear that…god-awful scream just a few…minutes ago?"

The couple exchanged looks with each other and burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked them, truly not getting it. "That was Sally!" Andrew managed to laugh out before doubling over on the ground.

"What?" Dahvie asked, completely shocked, "It sounded like the fucking devil!"

Andrew replied back, "Well, you know, with a stud like me she can't help but scream."

She slapped his back but continued to laugh. Soon enough we all joined in then died out once our sides started hurting. Sally spoke up first while still giggling, "Hey, how's about we cook up some food and get this bonfire started."

"Don't forget the shots!"

*****5 empty bottles of alcohol later*****

Andrew threw down an almost empty bottle of Skyy onto the fire and watched as it roared up into the night sky. "Woah! Awesome!" he slurred out.

"D-dude, you are so fucking *hiccup* wasted!" I laughed out.

Dahvie drunkenly put his arm around my waist and pulled me close, "Li-like you're to…talk!"

We all laughed out and Dahvie stumbled, pushing me against a nearby tree. I gripped his waist to hold him up and he leaned against me to regain his balance. "S-sorry" he said quietly. I laughed and told him it was okay.

With all this alcohol in my system I really felt like I could tell him how I feel about him. But there was still that one sober part of me that kept me in line and refused to tell him. I began arguing in my head about whether or not to say anything to him when I heard him call out my name.

I looked down at him and realized I never let go of his waist. He looked up at me and the fire and moonlight danced in his eyes making a beautiful contrast. I brought my hand up to caress his cheek and in the background I heard Sally yell "Andrew! What the fuck are you doing?"

Dahvie stood still and let me stroke his cheek. As he looked into my eyes, I vaguely thought I heard a small noise of pleasure, almost like a purr. I was about to lean in when I heard a small explosion.

Our attention turned back to the bonfire and we rejoined Sally and Andrew with a small amount of awkwardness. "What happened?" I asked.

Sally jabbed her thumb in Andrew's direction and said "Genius here thought it was a good idea to set off all the M-80's and black cats at once."

Andrew yelled from his place by the fire, "But it looked so cool!"

Sally sighed and said, "At least he didn't set off all the aerials at once."

"Uhh…would that be really bad?"

"Andrew! What did you do?!?"

"Uh…I tied all the aerial fireworks together and put them on a stick I placed in the middle of the bonfire?"

"What?!? Why?!?"

"Cause it'll look awesome!"

We glanced back into the fire and saw all the fireworks wrapped together around something on a stick. It seemed like the rockets were moving a little but I think that was just an effect of the fire around them. "Well at least he pointed them up…"

"Yeah! Guess I'm not as clueless as you though, huh guys?"

"Wait, what did you tie them to?"

"Can of Axe. Why?"

We stared at him in disbelief before I yelled, "The fuck's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You can't put Axe cans near flames! They explode!"

"Oh…oops?"

Just as it left his lips we looked back in time to see the Axe can explode on the stick. The fuses to the rockets caught fire and began exploding. They flew off in every direction and we had to duck to avoid getting hit.

Sally yelled out, "Run for cover!" and everyone scattered. Dahvie ran behind me and I looked back to make sure he was alright. I saw a spiraling rocket heading straight towards us so I yelled "Hit the deck!" and jumped to the ground.

Dahvie wasn't as quick so he tripped over me and fell right on my lap. The rocket was still low enough to hit him as he was sitting up so without a thought I grabbed him and flipped his back to the ground.

I reopened my eyes after I heard the rocket pass and found Dahvie panting underneath me. When my mind cleared more from excess adrenaline and alcohol, I focused my attention on something else I felt.

With my lap directly over his it wasn't difficult to tell that he was hard. I looked in his eyes and beneath the fear, was a certain flash of desire lurking just under the surface. I felt myself hardening and I was pretty sure he felt it too, if his eyes closing and his lip biting were anything to go by.

Experimentally I ground my hips against his once and was pleased to see his neck arch back. I wanted to do more but Sally's voice brought me back to the present. "Fuck! Dahvie's tent is on fire!"

We scrambled to get up and ran back to our camp ground. As Sally had yelled, Dahvie's tent was indeed in flames. She screamed out as the flames grew and Andrew appeared out of nowhere like a superhero and doused the flames with the bucket of water we were going to use to put out the bonfire.

As the flames died down, Dahvie picked up the charred remains of some of his more flamable personal belongings, including what I think was a throw pillow from our living room set. His face fell as he realized he had nowhere to sleep tonight and I immediately offered to share my tent to which he hesitantly accepted. When we settled the sleeping arrangements, we all mutually agreed that the bonfire was over and we should head to bed. I let Dahvie head into the tent first and get settled on the air mattress I bought just for this trip. I might not be as effeminate as other gay men, but I'm sure as hell not roughing it out here and sleeping in a sleeping bag.

It wasn't long until we fell asleep but I wish I could have stayed asleep. I don't know the exact time I awoke but I did know it was dark, cold, and I had to piss like a race horse. As I got up I looked at Dahvie wrapped in the blanket. No wonder I was freezing, he had all of it around him! He even had enough to ball up and cuddle into! Fucking blanket hog!

I'll deal with it later, right now I've got to deal with my bladder. I tried to move quietly but the tent is pretty small and the air mattress took up most of the space. Not to mention that anytime you moved, anyone else sleeping with you felt everything as well. Luckily though, Dahvie seemed to be a heavy sleeper and didn't even move as I stumbled out of the tent. I walked a little beyond our camp where I could do my business in private. We might all live together but that was something I've never quite gotten used to.

I found a tree and began to relieve my bladder but I heard something rustling. I figured it was an animal or something so I continued my business and thought it'd be on its way. The sound got closer and I was starting to feel uneasy but I kept going.

When it sounded within 10 feet I frantically tried to peer around for it but the foliage and darkness of the night prevented the creature from being seen. It moved even closer and I began praying it was just a harmless curious animal and that it'd leave me alone. It stopped right behind me but I was too afraid to look. I trembled as it took just one foot closer leaving only an inch between us.

I shut my eyes tightly but then re-opened them once I felt warm hands on my still exposed hips. I'd know those hands anywhere as I've often had fantasies about them.

"Dahvie?" I asked quietly and still sounding just a bit scared.

He chuckled at my wavering voiced and gripped by hips tighter before licking the shell of my ear. "Who else were you expecting?"

I stayed silent, not sure what he was playing at but his warm hands nearing my cock made it difficult to concentrate.

"What's up Dahves? Did you want to hold it for me?"

He pressed his erection into my ass and pulled me in even closer. "Mmm…I was thinking of doing more than just holding it."

I gasped as wrapped his hand around me and slowly began pumping. His other hand traveled up my chest and teased my nipples. "What are you doing Dahvie?" I sounded like a virgin having my first time. I know what's happening and I want it so bad but I have to hear him say it.

"I'm doing what we've both been scared to admit. I like you Jayy. A lot. And I know you like me to. If you don't just say the word and I'll stop." He slowed down, expecting an answer yet still seemed as if he was afraid of it.

Breathlessly I told him "What are you waiting for? You want me so bad then take me." I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling. He kissed my neck and down my spine all the way to my ass. "I am gonna split your tight little ass in two" he said.

"So do it," I egged him on, "I hear a lot of talking, but I'm not seeing any action."

I had just barely gotten the words out when his hand sped up. I moaned out softly but then louder when I felt his tongue teasing my entrance. He nipped lightly around my hole before slipping in his tongue. I let out a strangled moan as he thrust his tongue in and out mercilessly.

I could feel that he was right on the edge of my prostate but he always avoided it. The pleasure began to overwhelm me and leaned onto the tree for support. I could feel my climax getting closer and closer but something was missing that would push me over the edge.

"Dahvie! I'm so close! Please let me…" I couldn't finish but he knew what I wanted. He speed his hand up and dragged his thumb along my length. As he did this I felt his tongue flick against my prostate and his upper jaw bite on the skin around my hole.

I screamed out his name and came against the side of the tree. My knees were about to give in but Dahvie sensed it and held up. Once I could stand on my own legs again, he flipped me around and kissed me hard. I pulled him closer and backed against the tree for support.

I lowered his pajama pants down and stroked his hard length. He broke off the kiss with a small groan and asked me if I was ready. To answer his question, I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist while bracing myself against the tree.

"I'm ready when you are."

He positioned himself right before my entrance and slowly pushed in. My muscles clenched and I knew that would make it worse but I couldn't help it. He stopped once he was fully inside of me and waited until I said he could move.

His pace was slow and steady to allow me to get used to the feeling. I tried to focus on the pleasure but there was something else beneath it. I couldn't figure out what it was until Dahvie pushed just a bit harder and caused me to scrape my ass against the tree harder than before.

I gasped at the feeling and he immediately stopped, worried that he had gone too far. I breathed heavily as he shakily asked if he did something wrong but really he was far from it. "Do…do that again," I panted out.

Testily he thrust his hips again, going in deep and pushing me back against the tree. The varying dull and sharp pain from the bark scratching my skin did something I couldn't describe. My head flew back and I begged him to keep going. He seemed to understand what was happening better than I did and thrust deep and hard into me.

It wasn't long until we were both moaning shamelessly. I knew our peaks were getting closer but he seemed like he was going to burst any second.

"Dahvie," I whispered, "It's okay. You can let go. I'll finish myself off."

He looked at me sternly and shook his head. It seemed like my words added more fuel to the fire as he sped up going almost inhumanly fast. My orgasm was coming on quickly but he wasn't done yet. He thrust harder and harder, pushing me further against the tree every time. I felt little scratches forming and the pain felt like absolute bliss.

I released hard and screamed out his name but he had one last surprise. As I rode out the waves of pleasure he bit my chest hard right over my heart. Another orgasm came almost instantly. I could feel the muscles of my ass constricting around his huge member and it wasn't long until his hot cum filled my ass as well.

As his climax came he slumped against me, pushing me back hard into the tree. I tried to ignore the enjoyable pain of the bark against my skin but I was still getting hard again. His chest heaved up and down causing the friction to become almost unbearable. He slipped out of me obviously exhausted but that didn't help my new raging boner.

I leaned against the tree and prayed it would go away but instead Dahvie just got on his knees in front of me. I can't believe how giving he was when it came to pleasing his partner!

He was just an inch away from engulfing my dick when a horrific scream ripped through the forest. All the birds flew up from their nests and flied away as fast as they could. Dahvie looked up and asked "Sally again?"

I felt my blood go ice cold as I realized something, "No…" I said surprisingly calmly, "That came from the other direction."

He looked confusedly up at me but went white as the realization sunk in. Another scream sounded through the forest, though this time it seemed much closer. Our eyes locked and we bolted back to the campsite, zipping up our pant as we went.

"I thought you said the story was fake!" he screamed as we ran back.

"I thought so too!"
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