The next day we got up pretty early, around 5am, because it was a long drive to the lake we always went to, and we didn't want to get there so late that we were setting up camp in the dark. After my mom had gone to bed, Chris and I had regaled Ehrin with stories from when Chris and I had lived together, and they had gotten pretty sauced. I held back because I didn't want to be driving for ten hours while hung over. As it was I had only gotten about 4 hours sleep, but I figured that with enough coffee, music, and conversation, I could probably make it.
I swung 'round to Tara's house at 530, and she and Kat were already waiting as we had planned. Sitting on the curb in tank tops and shorts, they looked like they had just rolled out of bed. We said our good mornings and I helped them load their gear into the box of the truck. Tara got into the back seat with Ehrin and Chris, snuggled up to Ehrin, and was out like a light. Kat got into the front passenger seat beside me. She had just rolled out of bed all right, but I definitely didn't remember her being as hot as she was. She was wearing flips flops, which she promptly kicked off so that she could put her feet up on the dash, and her long, already deeply tanned legs ran down to her very nearly too short shorts quite enticingly. I fancied I could almost see her bum peeking out underneath. Her tank top was tight, maybe a little too small, and showed off her smooth stomach and large, I'm guessing 38D, breasts, along with what looked to be a massive chest piece tattoo, to excellent effect. Even without make up on, the only way I had ever seen her before, and with her long, curly raven locks in a mussy ponytail, she was stunning. I felt myself getting slightly aroused, so I put the truck in gear and started driving before I could get myself in trouble. Kat didn't seem to be able to fall back to sleep, so we spent the morning making small talk and getting to know each other. We discovered that we had similar tastes in music, at least where rock and roll and blues were concerned, and by the time I stopped for breakfast and woke everyone else up we were chatting and laughing like old friends.
Every year when we made this trip we always stopped at the same place for breakfast. It was a Husky station, but truck stop sized, with a full diner-restaurant. The plates of food were huge and cheap and good. We all had a great time eating too much and getting to know each other, and by the time we paid the bill everyone was wide awake. Ehrin and Kat said they wanted to clean up, and Chris said he had to 'take a slash like Freddy Kruger', so while they went to do that I lit a smoke and waited with Tara. We continued chatting on our way across the parking lot towards the truck.
"So what the hell are you smoking anyways?" She asked. I smiled a little, used to the question.
"They're clove cigarettes. I got hooked on them when I was in Poland. They're more expensive here, but I can't stand normal cigarettes."
"They stink like over-ripe fruit." She said, and I had to laugh. Everyone said they smelled like something, but what that thing was seemed to always be different, and whether or not they liked it was about 50-50. Personally, I don't mind the smell of over-ripe fruit, so maybe that explains it.
"I think they smell fantastic." Ehrin came up behind us, eyes closed, head back, smiling while she inhaled deeply through her nose. "I just wish dickhead here would let me have one." I pitched my butt deeper into the parking lot and exhaled the last of the smoke.
"Hey, you're old enough to buy your own now. Besides, I have enough trouble keeping mom and dad from finding out that I smoke, let alone trying to cover for you too. If dad ever found out I gave you cigarettes he'd murder me." We all piled back into the truck.
"Well, they're not going to be around for the next few weeks now are they?" She smiled over at me from the passenger seat; she and Kat had switched places.
"Can it." I replied wryly. She mock pouted and I took one hand off the wheel to grab her sticking out lower lip.
"Heeeeeeey! Jerk!" She shook me off, then made to do the same back to me. "Better watch out, I don't have metal in my lip to rip out." She tugged playfully on the thick gold ring in the middle of my lower lip.
"No way, I'm driving! Immunity! Immunity!" I begged off comically. Chris poked his head into the front of the cab.
"Will you two stow it? Here then, put some music on already so we don't have to hear this sibling rivalry crap back here." For his efforts, Ehrin and I both smacked him on the top of his bald head. He wisely retreated, but Ehrin decided to oblige him anyways.
"What are we listening to?" She asked to no one in particular.
"Throbbing Gristle!" Chris immediately cried out, and I burst out laughing.
"Oh god no, not on your life." Between snorts of laughter and keeping the truck on the road, I managed to get out, "How about the Cancer Bats?"
Ehrin vetoed that one. "Uhg, sorry hon, I know you're a little obsessed right now, but it's not exactly friendly driving music."
"The Cancer Bats?!" Chris piped up again. "Holy Jesus! Gerald, now that is an amazing band name."
"Gerald? I have never heard anyone call you Gerald before." Ehrin said in disbelief.
I smiled at her, but dodged the question, instead glancing at Chris in the rear-view. "Just wait till you hear them. And I disagree, I think it's excellent driving music."
Tara piped up. She was the only person who was still trying to sleep, and without much success I guessed. "Do you have any Ryan Adams?"
"Oh yeah..." Kat moaned, more than said. "He is so fucking sexy."
"Haha I guess that get's Kat's vote." I said. "Yeah, I can drive to that. Chris?"
He just shrugged his shoulders. "Dude I have no idea what half the stuff you guys listen to over here is anyways. New music is always a good thing."
"OK then. I think there's some on my iPod, E." Ehrin quickly hooked it all up, and soon I was singing along. Tara was fully awake now, having decided that resistance was futile.
"What's this 'I might have some on my iPod' crap?" She asked, cycling through my music library. "You have every single album on here, aaaaand you know all the lyrics."
"And he can fucking sing." I heard Kat mutter from the backseat. I laughed.
"Well thank you Kat." I said, grinning while she blushed. I guess she thought I hadn't heard her. "And Tara, Ryan Adams is one of my favorite artists."
"I thought you only like loud, fast, angry music?"
"Well, you were wrong. I like a lot of loud, fast, angry music, but I'll have you know that my tastes are very diverse, thank you very much!" She held up her hands in mock defense.
"OK OK! Sing away, diverse man."
"What a crappy super-hero name..." Chris piped in. "What's his sidekick's name? Sort-of resourceful Boy?"
The rest of the day passed in much the same way, the music and the topics of conversation switching as easily as the road flew by beneath us. A few hours later the lack of sleep started to catch up with me.
"OK, it's someone else's turn to drive." I pulled over onto the shoulder.
"Not me," Ehrin said. "I'm just as tired as you are and I'm hung over." I glanced in the rear view at Chris.
"Not a chance mate! You crazy fuckers drive on the wrong side of the road. I'd kill us all."
Kat piped up. "Can I? I love driving trucks!" I looked at her somewhat seriously.
"You're OK driving stick?"
She smiled devilishly. "Darlin'," She put on a sexy faux southern accent. "You have no idea."
I knew right then that I was in trouble with this girl.
We reached the site at around 6pm.
"So you guys have been coming here, like, forever right?" Kat asked as we all got out of the truck, stretching the miles out of our aching muscles.
"Pretty much." Ehrin said. "Since before Ger was born, anyways."
"Yep!" I said, "My mom says that the first time I was here was when she was only 3 weeks pregnant. My dad sort of grew up around here though, so it goes back pretty far in our family. That's how come we manage to snag to best spot on the lake for free every year!"
"What, you mean we don't have to pay for the camp site?" Chris asked.
"Well, 'have to' and 'are going to' are two very different things." Ehrin explained as she helped me unlash the tarp from the pickup box. "When my dad was a kid this place was only accessible by boat. You had to come all the way from town, at the other end of the lake. This whole area was owned by a logging company, and the only roads in here were service roads up into the mountains to where the active logging was. My dad's family knew the owners of the company, so the made a deal to buy a piece of the land. This very spot we're standing on actually, all the way down to the beach." We were all unloading the truck into the middle of the camp site, which was in a thinly wooded area, and Ehrin stopped to point down the dirt path towards the barely visible beach.
"Anyways," I picked up the story where she had left off. "When the lease ran out the land defaulted back to the province and became crown land. Without any warning the forestry people burnt down my dad's family's cabin, along with everything that was in it. Of course our family made a huge deal about it. They even went to the papers. So now, even though this place is a $30 per night provincial camp ground, we stay here, on the best spot on the lake, for free, and no one says 'Boo'." We had all walked down the path at this point, and as I finished the story I gestured out triumphantly at the huge, brilliant blue lake spread out before us, dazzling in the afternoon sun. Tara had come with our family before, so she, Ehrin, and I just stood grinning and admiring the sight while Kat and Chris stood gaping.
"It's like the middle of the bloody day here!" Chris said, clearly awestruck.
I chuckled, "Dude, the sun doesn't set until almost 10 o'clock here in the summer, and it comes up at around 6."
"Tara," Kat spoke softly."Did I thank you for inviting me over for dinner last night?" We all laughed at this, and went back up to finish setting up camp.
By the time we got dinner ready everyone had had a couple of drinks and we were all feeling pretty good. We sat around for a while before cleaning up.
"Hey now, didn't you say that one of your other mates was coming?" Chris asked me.
"Yeah, my buddy Matt is coming tomorrow. He's about an hour from here right now. Funeral." I explained. That kind of slowed the conversation down, but I picked it back up again. "I think you two will get on like a house on fire. Good guy. Good musician. Great beer drinker!"
"Ha! Can't wait to meet him!"
We cleaned up, secured everything against whatever wild animals might be around, then decided to turn in for the night, as everyone was pretty exhausted from doing nothing all day. We had brought both of my parent's 6-man tents, one for the boys and one for the girls. We had set them up on opposite sides of the trail leading down to the lake, doors facing each other, for ease of access and privacy, not so much from each other as from anyone else who might be in the area. Chris and I said good night to the girls, then went to bed. As we were getting undressed, Chris and I had a chance to talk alone for the first time since he had arrived the day before.
"I think Kat is into you." He said.
"Yeah? Maybe." I considered for a moment, the grinned. "Man, she is fucking hot, isn't she?"
"Haha, no argument here. But actually I think Tara is sexier. That long, red hair... Normally I don't find ginger girls attractive, but there's something about her..."
"You've always like sassy girls though." I teased.
"Well, you got me there. Ginger or no, any bird that will tie me down and whip me is great!" We both laughed at that, and probably at the same memory too. "Hey," He continued. "Thanks for bringing me along, yeah? I know it was out of the blue, me showing up like that..."
"Are you kidding? Man, I have missed you. You have no idea how excited I am that you're here." I stopped arranging my sleeping bag and looked at him sincerely. We were both naked to the waist, him clad only in a pair of white trunks, and me in my trademark tight black briefs.
"Aww, I've missed you too, muffin fuck." He said in an over-exaggerated sappy voice.
"I'm serious." I looked at him in the dim light of the tent, watched the shadows play off the hard angles of his body. He came closer to me, leaned in a little, and then I was kissing him for the first time in almost two years. It was intense for me, and a little whimper escaped my throat when his tongue met mine. We parted as suddenly as we had come together and I was left breathless, hanging on with both my hands clasped on either side of his neck. He reached down to gently stroke his hand against my briefs. I was already semi-hard, and his touch made me gasp and grow even more.
"Wow," He said. "You really did miss me."
"Don't tease me you fucker. Do you know how hard it is to find a fuck buddy in Vancouver? It's like the whole damn city is afraid of itself."
"OK then, OK. I won't tease you." Suddenly his hand went down the front of my briefs to grip my cock. I was hard in an instant. I kissed him deeply, desperately, as though trying to make up for lost time. He had my cock turned up, pointing at my belly button, and was stroking it slowly, overhand. I felt his palm get wet with my pre-cum. I broke off our kiss and lay down on top of my sleeping bag.
"It's time for you to make up for not having a phone number or email address for the last two years." I told him. His face clouded momentarily.
"Ger, I..." He began, but I cut him off.
"Save it. There'll be time later. Right now I just want to feel you." He looked at me sadly for another moment, then positioned himself on his knees between my legs. His large, strong hands gripped the elastic of my briefs and pulled them down and off without ceremony or hesitation. My dick was already rock hard, and stood up slightly despite the fact that I was laying down. He moved up my body, laying along me, and I felt a portion of his weight as he kissed me deeply. I ran my hands over his smooth scalp, holding him to me by his skull, then used it to gently push him down. He looked up at me and smiled, then continued his descent back down my body on his own. When I felt his hot tongue lick me from shaft to glans I thought I was going to cum instantly. I gasped and swore loudly, completely forgetting that there were three girls, one of them my sister, not even 5 metres from where we were. Chris seemed also to either not notice or not care, because he didn't even slow down, and moments later his mouth engulfed my prick all the way down to my balls. I don't have a huge cock, about 7" or so, but it's fairly thick, and I could feel the pressure of Chris's throat on my shaft as he held me there. He came slowly back up for air, but immediately got into a delicious rhythm of stroking my shaft with one hand while bobbing his mouth and tongue up and down on my head, licking my glans on every upstroke.
"Oh shit," I exclaimed breathlessly. "You're not fucking around." I got a response appropriate from someone who has their mouth full of dick: eye contact and not even the slightest loss of rhythm. "Oh fuck.Yes... look at me. I want to see your eyes when I cum." If it was possible, this seemed to spur Chris on even more. I knew I was close, and told him so. "I'm going to cum soon, Chris. Keep looking at me so that I can see your eyes when I cum in your mouth." I felt my orgasm begin to build, and I continued my monologue. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good on me Chris. I can't believe how good you feel.... Ah! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum soon. Are you ready for my cum Chris? Are you ready for me to cu..." I shut up then, as I exploded into orgasm, shooting my cum into Chris' mouth. It felt like I just kept cumming, I have no idea how much came out of me, but Chris just kept on sucking me, swallowing my seed with abandon. Even after my orgasm started to subside he continued to suck me gently, sending intense aftershocks through my body. I lay, panting, basking, drenched in sweat. Finally, I went too limp for him to continue, and Chris came up to lay beside me.
"So?" He raised one eyebrow at me, smiling slightly. "Am I on the right track to making it up to you?" In response I kissed him deeply, tasting myself in his mouth.
"Yes," I said when we parted, our faces just millimetres from each other. "But you're not quite there yet."
"Oh no?" He laughed softly at me in the darkness. "Well, my jaw is a little sore, but I guess..." I cut him off.
"Go into the outside pocket of my dufflebag and bring me the small metal case you find." He rolled over and did as I asked, and came back with it a moment later. "Take off your shorts." I said, and I could hear him comply behind me as I got what I wanted from the case. I turned back around and was momentarily taken aback by the sight of his suddenly fully naked body. He was lying on his side, facing me, and his penis, significantly larger than mine, hung semi-flaccidly on his bottom leg. It was tattooed.
"Wow! Chris, that's intense. It must have hurt like crazy. I mean, I've seen them done before and I've never enjoyed the expression on those guys' faces when..." He started laughing before I could finish.
"Yeah, it hurt. More than any of the others I've gotten. But the expression on your face right now is worth it." His smile was completely disarming.
"Oh yeah?" I teased. "Here, then." I put the two items I had taken from the case in his hands. "See if that puts an expression on your face." He looked down and was holding a condom on one hand and lube in the other.
"Yeah," He said slowly, softly. "Let's see..." His large dick was starting to become erect now, and I moved down, taking him in my mouth to help it along. He continued to lay on his side, looking down at me as I savoured the taste of him after so long. I sucked him gently, slowly, feeling him grow inside my mouth. When he was completely erect I could barely hold him in my mouth, so I stopped sucking him and started stroking as I looked up at him.
"Give me the condom." I said, and he did. I took my time, putting it on as sensuously as such a thing can be done, then moved up to lay down beside him, my back against his chest. "I want you to fuck me now, Chris. I want to feel your arms around me, and your cock inside me." He started gently lubing my asshole, massaging my puckered entrance with his large calloused fingers. I felt one of them slip past my ring and I gasped, then moaned as it continued to go deeper inside me. Chris had his free hand underneath my neck, grasping my entire throat in one massive, tattooed hand. He continued to probe my ass with his finger, and then slowly added a second, spreading my neglected hole wider, adding more lube as he went. After a little while I felt ready, and I told him so. I felt his fingers withdraw, and heard him applying lube to his large, sheathed dick. His cock head pressed against my hole, for a moment just resting there while he kissed the back of my neck, and then he he moved his upper leg between my own, forcing his crotch deeper into my ass. My body resisted for a split second, and then finally, wonderfully, Chris slid inside me. I made a sound, something between a moan and a whimpering cry as he spread me open. There was a little pain, but I barely registered it over the intense pleasure I was feeling, not only in my body, but also from being close to Chris like this again.
"Oh, fuck..." He whispered hotly in my ear. "God you're so tight I can barely move." But move he did, steadily going deeper into me until he could go no deeper. With his cock buried up to the hilt in my ass, Chris stopped moving, and just held me. His one hand continued it's grasp on my throat, and his other was wrapped firmly around my waist. He kissed the side of my neck, then whispered, "I've missed you too."
I felt both controlled and protected at the same time, and my body reacted violently. My ass relaxed completely, and I instantly began to get hard again. I think I also started to cry a little, but if I did it was because I was happy, and so I let the tears come. I gathered my voice. With as much authority as I could muster, I said, "Fuck me, Chris. Hard."
Without a word, Chris started to slide in and out of my ass. He started slowly, despite my demand, but quickly built up speed. Soon he was pounding his cock into my ass full force, using his hands on my neck and hip as leverage for his thrusts. The hand of the arm underneath my body was gripping the hand Chris had on my throat, and with the other I was beating off madly. I was experiencing pleasure like this was our first time all over again, and I soon felt my orgasm begin to build for the second time that night.
"Ah! Chris, you feel so good inside me..." I was panting uncontrollably, and Chris was moaning, almost growling, deep in his throat.
"Uhn... Ger... Fuck! God, this... is... Ohmygod." He said suddenly, all in a rush. He stroked into me a few more times, the held himself as deeply as he could, his whole body going rigid. The feeling of his hard muscles pressing against me and his hard cock pulsing inside me was too much, and then I came too, my hot jizz splashing on my hand and belly and chest, then dripping down onto the canvas floor of the tent. We lay panting, lost in sensation, devoid of any thought, for several long moments. I could feel Chris growing soft inside of me, but then he pulled out. I heard him pull the condom off and tie it, and then he was hugging me again, his now soft dick pressing against my tender ass. Without any other words being exchanged we fell asleep just as we were.
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