Jonah - The Music Festival

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When you wake up in a tent, at a music festival, completely naked, and you’re not entirely sure how you got there, you know you had a good night. As I sat up, trying not to disturb the sleeping lump next to me, I rubbed my eyes and looked around for my boxers. I could still hear people in nearby tents playing music and laughing. I wasn’t sure what time it was since the sun wasn’t up yet, but the sky was getting lighter, and you could hear one couple still fucking in a neighboring tent. I kept gently feeling around the tent, pulling up my dirty t-shirt and shorts, and a pair of tighty whities. That kind of surprised me. I held them up, examining them. I haven’t worn briefs since middle school, and these were a medium whereas I’m a small in most men's clothing. That's when it dawned on me and I started to panic.

I tossed the worn underwear and pulled the covers back slowly. The person sleeping next to me, fully nude, was a long-haired, muscled…guy. I felt my heart racing and my stomach turning. I’m not gay. I’m not even bi. I closed my eyes, leaning on my knees, I tried to let my head stop spinning and think about what happened last night. It was a complete blank.

The person next to me stirred, and I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back down onto the blankets with some kind of a wrestling move. “Oh shit,” I groaned as I fell down onto my back. He quickly positioned himself on top of me, thankfully twisted up in the blanket, otherwise my naked body would be rubbing against what I assume is his naked body. His long, wavy hair was dangling down around his face and almost touching mine. He had a five o’clock shadow, hazel eyes with flecks of gold, and a kind smile. He leaned in to kiss me, and I instinctively turned my head.

He smiled, “What? Do I have morning breath?” I felt him spread his knees, which spread my legs. I could feel the growing member between his legs pressing against the thin fabric of the blanket, and I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life. He leaned down and kissed my neck, letting out a moan as he did.

“Ummm…I’m not gay,” I said, but it came out sounding like a question.

He chuckled, “What? What are you talking about?” He kissed my neck and ground his crotch into mine, “You were pretty gay last night.”

This guy was bigger than me, probably an athlete, his weight on top of me was intense. He was easily 200 lbs of pure muscle. I strained to respond, “Ummm…yeah, I don’t exactly remember last night, and I’m definitely not gay.” I said with conviction this time, trying not to be grossed out by this guy slobbering on my neck with his wet kisses.

He sat up, the blanket falling down his body, barely hiding hovering above his pubes as he brushed his hair back and out of his face. “You’re joking? You’re really going to pretend last night didn’t happen? You’re one of those guys?”

The look on his face was a cross between anger and fear. “Fuck, man, I, really don’t remember last night.” I rubbed my eyes again, feeling drained from the partying the night before.

He shook his head and made a sound of disgust and disappointment I’ve heard from women after a one-night stand, and I don’t remember their names in the morning. He rolled off of me and lay back where he was sleeping. Leaving the covers on me he was now completely exposed and…wow, his dick is only half hard and he has a bigger than what I’m packing. I closed my eyes, trying not to stare. “Of course not. You guys are all the same. Use me for sex and then in the morning you’re suddenly straight and want me to pretend we didn’t fuck last night.” He huffed, making no attempt to cover himself up.

“I’m sorry, I don’t… wait, did we have sex?” I opened my eyes, looking over at him.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes, “Did we have sex?” He mocked my tone. “Yeah, we had sex, and you know what? You loved it,” he groaned in an annoyed voice.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I folded my arms over my naked torso and nervously rubbed my biceps. “Uhh…fuck, ok…did we, did I, umm, who fucked who?” I had to ask.

He chuckled, “I fucked you. You said, and I quote, I’ve always been curious to know what it feels like to get fucked. Then I fucked your brains out. You don’t remember any of that?”

I shook my head quickly, “Ahh…no, the last thing I remember was tripping balls with my friends over at the main stage.”

He chuckled, “You seemed pretty lucid when you were flirting with me, grinding on me in front of your friends. Nobody, not you, not them, nobody said you were straight.”

“Yeah, they are assholes, and I have an inate ability to seem sober when I’m tripping,” I groaned.

He sat up on his elbow, looking at me, his cock flopping over as he studied my face. “So, you’re really straight?”

I shrugged, my voice rising an octave, “Yeah, like, I don’t even know why I would say I was curious…I’ve never been curious about anything gay. I don’t even know how gay sex works.” I tightened my arms over my chest, covering my nipples with my hands, watching his dick flop around as it stared at me.

He smiled, his head jerked in surprise, “Wow, I mean…for a first timer, you were impressive. You took it like a champ. I mean, you struggled a little in the beginning, but most guys struggle to take my dick in the beginning. After I ate your ass out, you practically begged me to fuck you.”

“You did what?” There was shock in my voice. I’ve played with my hole while jerking off a few times, but never would’ve let anyone lick my ass hole.

“When you got in my tent, you stripped naked, lay on your stomach and told me to fuck you. When I realized how tight you were, I ate your ass out for a few minutes. I had to shush you a few times because you were moaning like a little bitch and mumbling for me to fuck you. When I put it in a second time, you opened up quickly for me to fuck you,” he shrugged.

There was a silence for a minute, then I asked the question I needed to know, “Did we at least use a condom?”

“Ummm, no,” he looked embarrassed at first, but then a devilish grin pulled at his lips.

“What? You fucked me raw?” I whispered, but a shouting whisper, so the other tents didn’t hear me say that.

He held up his hands, awkwardly balancing on one elbow, “Look, I always use condoms, and I get tested regularly.”

“Oh, sure, but what, last night was special?” I was being mean for reasons that I don’t think are his fault.

“Look, I was partying and this hot twink wanted me to fuck him bareback in my tent last night, I let the heat of the moment get the better of me. I offered to wear a condom, but you insisted we didn’t need it…so I didn’t use it.”

I sat up straight, feeling panicked again. “Umm…did you?” I rolled my wrist in the air, expecting him to know what I was asking.

“Cum inside you?” He finished the question.

“Yeah?” My voice cracked.

He shrugged, “You begged me to.”

I covered my face again, feeling my stomach clench at the thought. “Oh God,” I shook my head, and started mumbling to myself. “I let a guy cum inside me…ugh…”

“Begged,” he corrected.

“Huh?”

“You begged me to cum inside you,” He said again.

I shook my head, “Whatever, you still did, and it’s inside me.” I scrunched my face and rubbed my abs like a pregnant woman.

“Look, dude, you don’t need to worry about it. I was serious when I said I don’t have anything. I tested before coming to this festival, and everything came up negative,” he reassured me.

I huffed, feeling an iota relieved. “Yeah, but I still have another guys cum inside me,” I groaned.

He chuckled, “Yeah, well…had I known you were straight and fucked up I wouldn’t have broght you back to my tent. I certainly wouldn’t have fucked you bareback, you can’t trust people at places like this,” he shook his head at me.

“Yeah, no shit,” I started digging around for my boxers, tossing his briefs at his shlong hoping he would take the hint and cover up.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

“My fucking boxers,” I huffed, pulling the covers completely off, hoping to find them under there.

“Oh, umm,” he cleared his throat and pointed at the tent door, “you used them as a cum rag and then set them outside the tent,” he chuckled. “I guess I should’ve known then that you were fucked up, you said something about letting them air dry,” he shrugged.

I rolled my eyes, “Ugh…fuck, ok.” I pulled on my cargo shorts and t-shirt. “I’m going to head back towards my tent and take a shower.”

He nodded, “ok.”

I unzipped the tent, my blue and green plaid boxers laying outside the tent wadded up with mostly dry cum just baking in the now rising sun outside the enterence. I picked them up and stepped out. Looking back inside, I saw how disappointed he looked. “Umm…thanks,” I said, zipping the tent back up and shoving the cum soaked boxers in one of the cargo pockets on my shorts.

I walked for a while before I got my bearings and was able to head down a path I recognized towards my and my friend Ross’ tent.

Since the showers were on the way to my tent, I decided to stop and wash last night's shame off. Of course, the facilities were no better than any other campground. Even though the sun was barely coming up, there were already lines.

I wanted to inspect my hole in the shower, but the three stalls with curtains were going to take forever, and I was tired. So I used one of the open communal showers, quickly washing and grazing a finger over my hole. It didn't feel broken or…whatever; it wasn't even sore, I don't think. 

I took a nice, long nap from about 7:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m., when my buddy Ross woke me up because one of the performers I wanted to see was playing. He didn’t ask why I hadn’t come back to the tent last night, and I didn’t offer any information.

As the crowds started building and we started having more fun, the knot in my stomach about last night went away, and I was feeling better about it. I smoked a joint with Ross to cure his hangover and ease mine. I had to ask about last night.

“I must have partied too hard yesterday. I woke up with no memory of last night after they did that trippy cover of the boat ride song from Willy Wonka,” I blew out some smoke.

“Oh man, it got pretty wild, but I’m glad you didn’t come back to the tent because…the tent was a rockin’,” he winked at me.

I chuckled. “Who did you go back to the tent with? I don’t even remember you flirting with anyone. I don’t remember me flirting with anyone either,” I tried to slip that last part in under the radar and look for a reaction.

“I didn’t, really. After you left us joking about going to get your dick sucked by that guy…what was his name…damn, it started with a T…anyway, I stuck around for about an hour and headed back to the tent hoping you were there with some party favors. That guy looked like a frat-bro, so I figured you’d come back with some good stuff, but on the way, I ran into Lisa, you remember Lisa from the EDM festival in Colorado?”

“Umm, yeah, reddish hair, thin but not too thin, did the cat eye thing with her makeup, but more like a fairie than a cat?”

He smiled and nodded, sipping his drink through the straw. “Yeah, that’s her. I ran into her, and we got to chatting. The next thing I know, we’re back in the tent bumping uglies,” he grinned.

“No shit? Good for you, man. That explains the stink of sex when I took my nap,” I chuckled. I took my time trying to figure out how to swing the conversation back to me. “Wait, I told you I was going to get my dick sucked from another guy and you just… let me go?”

He snickered, “Yeah, well, I figured either you’re actually going to get your dick sucked, in which case I’m not going to cock block you, or you’re going to get some party favors from your new friend…Trevor? Travis? Trey…Trent…Fuck, it’s right there I just can’t remember,” he shook his head.

I smiled at him, “Yeah, I don’t remember at all.”

He looked surprised. “Wait, so if you weren’t getting blasted with your new friend, where were you all night?”

Well shit, that backfired. “Umm, I’m not entirely sure of what happened, but I woke up naked in a tent that wasn’t ours,” I shrugged.

He laughed. “I guess you went for the blow job after all,” he added nonchalantly.

I nearly spit out my drink. Surprised that he said that so casually, but also that he put those pieces together so quickly on his own. “You’d be ok with that?”

He looked over at me, dipping his fries in ketchup, “What? You getting your dick sucked by a dude?”

I gave a half-hearted, nervous chuckle, “Yeah.”

He shrugged, shoveling food into his mouth, “I don’t care. I much prefer you get sucked off by a dude than no one.”

“Really?” The surprise in my voice was palpable.

He gave another shrug, “Yeah, what difference does it make. Sex is…sex. I’d actually be impressed if you stepped out of your little square box of what the world and people are supposed to be and do, and experiment with your sexuality.”

“Really?” I said with even more shock in my voice. I tried to recapture my cool, taking another hit off his blunt. 

“Ha, ha, yeah, dude. Look, we’ve been best friends for what…almost ten years now? I’ve seen you date a carbon copy of the same girl for three to five months every year since middle school. Which, by the way, they all remind me of your mom…so that’s something you’ll need to work out with a therapist someday. But, that being said, you’ve always given off a bit of a…sexually fluid vibe.” He chuckled, “especially when you’re trippin'.”

“Really?” I was blown away by all of this. “Have you ever…” I leaned in, “You know?”

He grinned, chewing his food longer than I’ve ever seen him chew. “I’ve enjoyed some…fun nights with the same sex.” He took a massive bite of his hot dog.

I chuckled, “Really? You?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, it’s no big deal.”

“With who? Anyone I know?”

He smiled at me, “Ahh, I don’t think I should say.”

My excitement about this new layer of Ross was impossible to hide, and a bit of a relief. “Oh, come on, you gotta spill.”

He took a deep breath and gave it some thought. “Nah, you know them, so it’s not really my place to say. I wouldn’t tell people about you hooking up with… Tim? Tom? Fuck, I know it starts with a T. Assuming you are telling me that’s what happened last night,” he stared me down.

Ross has always been able to read me like a book, so there’s no use lying to him. I sighed, “Ugh, something happened last night, and I don’t remember any of it. I remember partying with you, and then I woke up in a tent with a long-haired guy, and we were both naked,” I felt my skin run hot with embarrassment.

He grinned, “So that’s your type, huh?”

“What?” I blushed.

“Long hair, feminine face with a masculine…everything else. That guy was at least a foot taller than you and probably bench presses guys like you for fun. Oh my God, did he…did he bench press you?”

I threw a fry at him, “Shut up, I do not have a type.”

He grinned, “So he did bench press you, huh?”

I squinted my eyes at him, “I was not bench pressed.”

He winked, “Yeah, but you were bench pressed. That makes sense, actually.”

“What makes sense?”

He spread his palm wide and did a slow circle in the air in my direction, “This whole, tragically straight thing you're always trying to give off, checking all the boxes on the outside, getting your box checked on the inside.” He was so proud of himself for that one.

“I am not tragically anything,” I said, smoking some more. 

There was a pause. “Did you like it? Or was it just a one-time thing?” He took the blunt from me. 

I sighed, “Ugh, I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t remember any of it.” I planted my face in my palms. “If I had woken up alone, I wouldn’t have even known it happened.”

“I see,” he chewed the last bite of his hot dog. “So is it something you want to forget about and never talk about again, or do you want to,” he made a face that was a cross between an orgasmic face and the face he makes right before he vomits, “make a permanent memory?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re so stupid, and I don’t know. For now, I just want to drop it and enjoy the rest of the festival.”

His lips curled up on one side. "OK, but I told Lisa to swing by our area tonight, so…do with that information what you will.”

I rolled my eyes, “Dude, we made a pact, ‘not in our tent,’ remember?”

“Yeah, well, that ship sailed last night while you were getting your box checked,” he grinned.

“Shut up, I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” I groaned.

“You love me,” he blew me a kiss from the other side of the table.

We met back up with everyone at the main stage as the sun started setting.

Sometime around 9:00 p.m., Lisa showed up with her friends. By 10:00 p.m., everyone was partying and having a good time. I had a few drinks and smoked a bit between dancing with my friends. Around 11:00 p.m., I noticed the guy I woke up next to this morning was dancing shirtless with his friends. I had gone a few hours without thinking about him and last night, but now that he’s here, I can’t stop wondering about my gap in memory and glancing over at him. Ross’s words kept bouncing around in my head, asking me if I liked it. 

Did I like it? I would’ve left if I didn’t like it, right? Since I stayed the night, I must have liked it. It’s just so weird because, until now, I never gave sex with another man a thought.

I decided to smoke another joint as we all danced. Trying to ignore him, but his presence had my brain running on a treadmill.  

What if he was just fucking with me? Like, what if none of that happened, and I somehow ended up in his tent and he just thought it would be funny to fuck with me? Sure, I was a little sore this morning, but that could’ve been from all the dancing last night.

The image of his big dick floppingover this morning popped into my head, ugh, and felt it getting hard against my leg. The mental image stirred up both feelings of disgust and a horny curiosity. I feel like…if he fucked me last night, wouldn’t I be walking funny this morning? Isn’t that the joke about guys getting fucked by other guys? There has to be truth to it, right?

“Jonah,” Ross broke me out of my mental spiral.

“Yo,” I leaned in to hear him better.

“Lisa wants to ride my dick again,” he whisper-shouted in my ear.

“Nice,” I grinned at him.

“We can’t go back to her tent, she’s sharing a five person tent with all of those ugly bitches,” he pointed with no discretion.

I rolled my eyes, “Ugh, bro, our tent already stinks of sex from last night.”

“I know, but,” he grabbed his bulge in his shorts, “I need another go at her. She’s such a freak, and so tight. Who knows if I’ll ever see her again,” he pleaded.

I shook my head, “Whatever, man, do what you gotta do.”

“You’re the best Jonah,” he gave me a hug, picking me up off the ground, his hot, shirtless, sweaty torso rubbing against mine.

“Ugh, get off me,” I squirmed free. My thoughts drift to why I've never considered Ross sexy. He's a very good looking guy by all conventional standards, and we've definitely been horny and drunk enough that it could've happened. Maybe I'm not into guys at all, and last night was just me…high as a kite. 

Around midnight, I was alone. My friends snuck off to have sex with their girlfriends, leaving me tentless for the night. Dancing by myself, I moved closer to the stage, one song at a time. Enjoying a dope remix of “I want you,” by Savage Garden, I was lost in the moment until I felt large arms wrap around my waist and a massive, muscular, sweaty, shirtless body pressed against my shirtless back. He started grinding against me from behind. I didn’t have to look, I knew who it was. My first reaction was to push him off, but with all the party favors running through my system and my friends already gone, it felt kinda nice to have a warm body pressed against me, even if it was a man. 

I probably sent him mixed signals when I leaned back against him and swayed to the music, letting him grind against my ass, because he took that up to an eleven and let his hand slip down my abs and into my boxers, latching on to my stiffening cock.

“Come back to my tent?” He grumbled in my ear, clutching my dick and balls in his hand, his middle finger rubbing my taint.

“Mmm, I shouldn’t,” I felt my heart racing, the grip on my cock was firm, warm, intoxicating in a way I’ve never felt from the dainty hands of a woman. He sucked my neck, ignoring the layer of salty sweat from dancing all night. “Mmm,” I moaned as his other hand pushed on my abs, pulling my waist into his crotch so I could feel his stiffening cock through his shorts. I was feeling blissful from the weed and the dancing, the anxiety I had from this morning about this type of male sexual contact had disappeared and quickly replaced with a feral horniness.

He licked my ear, his hand digging further under my balls, a large finger rubbing the outer ring of my hot pucker, sending waves of pleasure up into my body. “I could push your shorts down right here if you prefer. I can fuck you so subtly, none of these people would even know,” he bent his knees a little so his hard cock, radiating throb the fabric of our clothes could rub between my ass cheeks as he dry humped me and the tip of his dry finger pushed into my anal ring in my shorts.

I groaned and leaned into him more. My brain was trying to process, but it was all a little much, way too fast. “I told you I’m not gay,” I insisted, another mixed signal as I didn't stop his rigid finger from pushing to the next knuckle inside me. I let out a low hum as I felt myself open for his entry.

He chuckled, the bassy vibration rumbled out of his chest and into my back, “I didn’t say you were. I said I want to fuck your cute little ass. Hear you moan for me,” he licked and then gently bit my neck as his finger inside me pressed a little deeper and right onto my prostate. “Make you cum,” he whispered in my ear as I groaned in pleasure. A drop of precum pumping out of my dick into my boxers. He made small strokes on my dick hard dick with his forearm as he wiggled his finger deeper inside me making me moan against my willpower. His lips pressed against my ear, “Mmm, just like that.”

“Fuck,” I huffed in pleasure, “I can’t,” I shook my head. He humped into me again, the fabric of my boxers, shorts, his shorts and underwear allowing the rigid cock of another man to rub on my ass as his finger continued to gyrate inside me. “Mmm,” I bit my lower lip, stifling my moan the best I could.

“Sure you can,” he kissed my neck some more, pulling his finger from my hole, yanking his hand out of my boxers, and breaking free from me completely.

The sudden retreat from him left me feeling horny, cold and desperate for more. I turned to look at him. He was looking up at the sky, and a distant flash of lightning caught my attention.

“I think it’s going to rain,” he said, looking back at me, concerned as lightning flashed across the sky again, closer this time. “I’m heading back to my tent; you can come with me if you want.” He started stepping backward away from me.

Another flash of lightning with thunder this time. Fuck. It is going to rain. The remaining crowd started scattering. He was now a good ten paces away from me and gaining distance. I felt my heart pounding and sprinted toward him. He said nothing, just grinned as we power walked away from the main stage.

We didn’t get far before the sky opened and started pouring cold rain. We took off running.

We must have run for ten minutes before we got to his tent. He stood outside the tent, looking at me, then went for the belt on his shorts. “Strip,” he insisted.

“Seriously?” I looked around, shivering as the rain poured down, and he bent over to pull his socks off with his shoes, straightening barefoot to continue unzipping his shorts and stepping out of them. He hung them on one of the ropes that held up his tent. His wet white briefs were damn near translucent. I’ve already seen this guy naked, but with the rain cascading down his body, his long hair all wet and clinging to his shoulders, I felt an undeniable attraction.

He saw me checking him out, “Well?” I looked around, slipping my shoes and socks off. I quickly pulled off my soaked shorts, my boxers clinging to my dripping wet body. He reached over, hooked a finger in my boxers, pulled the waistband from my body, and let it snap back. “These, too.”

I shook my head, uncomfortable and unsure of what I was even doing here. I didn’t look around. I dropped my boxers and handed them to him. He did the same with his briefs, hanging all of our clothes on his tent ropes as we stood in the open in the rain. He unzipped the door, and we quickly got in, dripping water all over. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off, then handed it to me to dry off with.

It was pretty dark in the tent, but he pulled out a battery-operated camping lantern, setting it on low so he could see. Even though I was dry, I was shivering. Maybe it was nerves, but the cold didn’t help. Staring at his naked body wasn’t helping my nerves either. 

I sat on his sleeping bag, unsuccessfully trying to hide my dick.

“You’re shivering,” he said, sitting next to me, his naked body radiating heat pressing against me as he wrapped an arm around me, his other hand rubbing up and down my thigh. Then he pulled his backpack over, dug into the pocket, pulled out a small tin, pulled out a joint, lit it, took a long drag, and then passed it to me. Not to be outdone, I took a long drag, then another as he pulled out a brass tube. I watched as he unscrewed the cap, pulling it open. The cap was the handle of a small spoon with a white powder filling the reservoir. He put it under his nose and snorted the powder. Then he handed it to me, “This will warm you up.” I took the vial, passing him the joint, and I took a bump while he took a drag. “Better?” He asked, noticing that my shivering had stopped. I nodded.

It’s not my first foray with cocaine, but it had been a while, and I felt it right away. The warmth rushing through my body as a relaxing, confident, horniness quickly followed. I leaned back on my elbows, stretching my legs out, showing off my soft dick under the dim light. He noticed my sudden posture change.

He leaned his weight on his left hand, next to my shoulder, shifting his body so he could trace his right hand from my abs to my chest. “You’re feeling it, huh?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out as his hand traveled down my torso to my growing cock, wrapping his big fingers around it and giving it a squeeze like he did at the main stage. “Mmm,” I hummed.

“Good,” he said, giving me a few more strokes before he grabbed my right leg, bringing it up over his head, spinning my body gently on the loose blankets as he pulled me closer to him, spreading my legs wider. He leaned over me, dropping his mouth right onto mine. My instincts wanted to turn away from him, but my horny brain let my mouth fall open to his invading tongue and let him kiss me. He was pretty aggressive about it. I’ve never had someone want me as much as he did; he was hungry for me, and I was like a dog in heat. Wrapping my arms around his broad back as he wrapped a fist around both or cocks and started jerking us off.

“Mmm,” I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. There was something so hot about feeling his bigger dick rubbing against my dick.

He broke our kiss, quickly hooking his hands under my knees and pushing my legs up towards my head as his mouth went straight for my hole.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned feeling his tongue licking my pucker. He ate my ass better than I’ve ever eaten a woman out. I found myself holding my own legs back so he could use his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart and dig his tongue deep, licking my anal walls, poking in and out. It feels so much better than any of the few times I fingered myself while jerking off. I never knew a tongue could be so long, it feels like it’s two or three times longer than it was in my mouth, “Fuck that feels good.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed being treated like an object of desire and started stroking my hard dick as my legs dangled in the air above his shoulders.

It only took a few minutes of stroking with his tongue fucking my hole before I was on the edge. I don’t know if it was the erratic way I started jerking my dick or what, but he seemed to know I was getting close and pulled his tongue out. Sitting back up, he reached for his backpack again, pulling out a bottle of lube, ripping the seal off with his teeth, and pumping some into his hand, he started stroking his dick with it. He reached for the little brass vial and handed it to me. I took another bump and held the capsule out for him.

“You keep it, I don’t want to get coke dick,” he grinned at me, then started smearing lube on my hole. I clenched at the touch, realizing he was intending to fuck me.

Feeling the blood flowing through my body, I felt the need to remind him, “Mmm…I’m…I’m not gay.”

“I know,” he said, and slipped a lubed finger into my hole to the knuckle.

“Oh shit,” I instinctivly clenched around his finger and groaned. He gave me a second to feel it, then started pushing it in and out. I watched as his muscles flexed as he jammed a second finger into my tight sphincter. “Ungh,” I groaned and hissed. “Wait, ungh…fuck, that stings,” I winced. I groaned heavily, questioning how I could’ve done this last night and not remember when it stings so bad.

He pulled his fingers out, added more lube, and pushed them back in.

“Fuck, man,” I hissed and flung my left arm over my watering eyes as my right hand tried to stroke my dick to balance the pain with pleasure. “I don’t think I can do this,” I huffed.

“Sure you can, I know you can,” he said, pulling a little brown bottle from his bag and handing it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Poppers,” he smiled at me. “It’ll bring that slut out of you that’s dying to be fucked,” he grinned.

“Do you drink it or…”

He shook his head, grabbing the bottle back, pulling his fingers from my hole, and wiping the lube from his hand on the wet towel next to us. He shook the bottle, opened it, and took a deep breath. “Mmmh yeah,” he groaned, and breathed out slowly. Then he took another deep breath, his muscled chest puffing up as he did. He held his breath for a second and then breathed out, handing me the bottle.

I did as he did. Having tried my fair share of drugs, I wasn’t expecting the kick these gave off. “Oh shit,” I chuckled, my eyes rolling back a little, my vision blurred and the feeling of his fingers searching for my hole felt good instead of rigid and painful. I relaxed onto his pillow. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Do it again,” he insisted, rubbing the perimeter of my hole with his wide thumb, slick with lube.

“Mmm, okay,” I said, lifting my head. I took another, bigger hit and let it wash over me more aggressively, relaxing me as I breathed out.

“Feel good?” He questioned, pressing against my hole.

“MmmmHmmm,” I nodded. Then I felt a sharp pain as he pushed into me, stretching my hole wider than three of his fingers. “Ahhh…shiiit,” I hissed, my eyes shooting open to look at him grinning at me, lust in his eyes. His left hand was holding my hip and his right started stroking my dick, but I still felt him inside my hole. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling the rush of the poppers, my hole loosening as he pushed a little deeper. “Shiiiit,” I groaned. “Is your dick in me?” I felt my heart rate speed up as my body flushed warm.

“Mmm, yeah,” he adjusted his position and another inch of his dick pushed into me.

“Ahh, fuck, man, that hurts,” I groaned, my hand trying to push his hip to push him out of me.

“Just relax, this hole needs to be fucked,” he smiled at me, rubbing my thighs with his big, man hands. His thumbs meeting at the juncture of my thigh and taint, adding a pleasure to the pain of his cock stretching my hole.

I felt down below my balls, feeling several inches of exposed dick that he still wanted to slide into my way too tight hole. “Fuck, ungh…no, it hurts man,” I groaned. “And we really shouldn’t do this without a condom,” I told him.

His eyes lit up, “You begged me to fuck you without a condom last night.” He pushed a little deeper.

“Ungh…I don’t remember last night,” I groaned, clenching my ass on his invading dick. He let up on the pressure a little, rocking his dick out just a hair before nudging it deeper into me. I groaned, clenching my teeth and feeling his bare dick again to see how much more he wanted to push inside me.

“You’ll definitely remember tonight,” he almost whispered, putting my legs on his shoulders and leaning his weight onto me, nearly folding me in half. I groaned at his weight on me. He held himself there, reaching for the poppers, he took another hit, and then put the bottle under my nose. I inhaled so deep I almost sucked the liquid out. “There you go,” he said, holding it under my other nostril and flexing his cock in my ass.

The instant rush helped me relax. He leaned down and kissed me. Gentle at first, almost sensual. I got caught up in his kiss as I sucked on his tongue and then he sucked on mine, all the while he was making tiny concentric circles with his hips, letting his cock stretch my hole as he did. It was the first slow pull out and equally slow thrust back in that his cock head pushed on my prostate and my groan turned into a moan like he flipped a light switch inside me. I moaned into his mouth, reaching around my legs on his shoulders to pull his head tighter into my kiss. His hips pulled out and pushed in even deeper this time, and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth with pure pleasure.

He broke our kiss, biting my lower lip, “fuck you’re so tight,” and groaned as his hips bottomed out against my ass.

“Mmm, fuck, you’re…you’re really fucking me,” I groaned, feeling him do it again. I was so horny, the idea that this guy was fucking me the way I fucked women, it had me rock hard. Like watching porn and being a participant, except…I’m getting fucked. I couldn’t do anything but hold on tight as he picked up the pace, giving me his full length as his hips lightly clapped my ass with every thrust. He kept changing it up, a few shallow thrusts, a few long, deep thrusts, all getting a different moan or groan from me depending on how deep he went or how hard he hit my button.

“You like that?” He sucked on my neck, hunching his hips into my ass. “You like my cock inside you?” He bottomed out again, flexing his cock in my guts.

“Ugh…feels so good.” I could barely breathe, but I didn’t want it to end. I never would’ve guessed that having a guy balls deep inside me could feel so good. He sucked harder on my neck then kissed my ear, letting his tongue go into the canal as his cock burried itself inside my hole. “Oh fuck, mmmm,” I groaned, my hole clenchign and unclenchign with his thrusting.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” his breathing was labored and his thrusting was more rhythmic.

“Mmm…you’re not going to cum in me, are you?” I was feeling nervous. Getting fucked by a guy is one thing, getting creamed is another.

“I want to,” he fucked me with more shallow thrusts, his knees digging into the blankets for leverage to thrust his cock deeper each time.

“Ungh…ahh fuck, no, don’t cum in me,” I huffed, feeling his cock stretching my insides even more, pegging my prostate and making my toes curl with the thickening girth of his cock.

“Ungh, too late,” he groaned, thrusting again, and again, harder and then slammed his hips into my ass. His entire body went stiff, his cock twitched at the base and the tip swelled and spasmed, a sudden warmth and wetness in my guts as he moaned and held himself inside me. Trembling, his cock stayed deep inside my ass as he huffed and caught his breath, riding out his orgasm.

The feeling was intense, soothing my burning insides with every twitch of his dick. “Mmmm, fuck,” I huffed, almost feeling orgasmic myself as I took all he had to give. His head dropped dramatically, his chin touching his chest as he finished cumming. “Shit,” I huffed again, still feeling his flared head pump inside me. “Did you…did you cum inside me?”

He chuckled, “Oh yeah,” still not looking up.

I felt my heart race. “Oh fuck,” I was confused and still horny, but worried at the same time.

He let his torso relax, sitting up on his knees he finally looked at me, letting my legs fall to his hips as he slowly pulled his dick out. “Ooh,” he ginned as the head popped out of my cum slicked hole. “That was so hot,” he squeezed my thighs, rubbing my grundle with his thumbs again.

I slowly caught my breath as he started stroking my dick with his right hand. It felt good and tried to put it out of my mind that I just let a guy fuck me and cum in me, but he let his left hand slip below my balls and his middle and ring finger pushed easily into my hole, using his cum as lube he started to finger my prostate in time with his hand jacking my dick.

“Oh fuck,” I felt a rush of intense pleasure. He started going faster on my now rock hard dick, his fingers pegging my prostate. “Oh fuck,” I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. “Oh fuck,” I stretched my feet back and forth, my toes curling forward and back out. “Oh fuck,” I whispered, feeling the tingling inside my ass as I felt my own orgasm about to pop. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.

He pounded my cock harder, finger blasting my prostate, his muscles flexing as he did. He looked me in the eyes, “Do it, cum for me,” he huffed, “like I came in you,” he mumbled. 

With his fingers using his cum as lube inside me, his words, his hand on my cock, I stretched my legs again, my toes curling I felt my body tremble as he finger fucked me to orgasm. “Oh…fu–ck,” I grunted as my ass quaked around his hand and he relentlessly pressed harder on my prostate, my balls pulled up inside me and a torrent of cum blasted out in a full-body shudder and a groan from me. My muscles all clenched as the next wad of cum shot out, and the next, the last shot pooling in my belly button as the rest of my load dribbled out over his fist as I quivered under his touch, riding his fingers through my orgasm. “Ungh…uhhmmm,” I huffed and shook as the most amazing orgasm of my life rocked my entire body until I finally relaxed onto the sleeping bag. Two or three aftershocks rolled through me before he stopped stroking and gently pulled his fingers out of me. 

“Damn man, that was hot.” He smiled at me, pleased with his work of undoing me as he wiped his hands off on the towel.

I groaned, completely euphoric, “That was…intense,” I admitted. He used the towel to wipe off his dick, then wipe the cum off my chest and abs. “Thanks,” I said, feeling a bit unsure of what to do now, still coming down from the orgasmic high.

He seemed to know exactly what to do, turning off the light, pulling the covers over us, and spooning me from behind. All the sounds of the outside crept into the tent as the thoughts started swimming through my head, “what have I done” being the most prominent. The darkness settled in, the rain falling on the tent helpming me to relax until I drifted off with a guy, whose name I still don’t know, wedging his soft, naked cock between my ass for the second time in two days. Or at least the first time I can remember.