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The next morning I woke up before Rob, to my advantage; he had the condition that many young men are afflicted with in their sleep- in other words, there was a smaller tent erected within Rob's sleeping bag, inside of the bigger tent we were camping out in. I observed him for a few moments, first just thinking about how handsome he looked while he slept, his breath so slow and shallow between his slightly opened lips; then wondering exactly how big his dick was in precise measurement and thinking about how I could bring up that subject without making things awkward- not that it necessarily would, all things considered, but I wasn't really sure how Rob felt about what had happened last night. His last words before he went to bed were yet another confirmation of his being a straight man.
In the last moments before he awoke, I was starting to feel bad for him and rethink the idea that I should attempt to lead this anywhere at all; Rob clearly wasn't sure of his sexuality, it was all ambiguous to him, of that I was certain. I'd thought about it and there was no earthly way that he could simply be closeted. I know I might be beating a dead horse here, but I'll reiterate again that he and I were best friends- we simply told each other everything, which is exactly why he was so upset when I finally admitted the truth about my sexuality to him; not because of my sexuality but because I'd been lying to him the entire fifteen years of our friendship. Well, to be fair, not that entire time; it's not like I knew when I was a kid. Regardless, I knew Rob and it was simply not possible that he wouldn't have told me by now, after I had already come out to him and we'd reached a stability where talking and joking about my sexuality was perfectly fine. Rob would have told me if he was gay, or even bisexual. The problem was that he didn't know what he was, maybe he just had feelings that he didn't attempt to label or define, feelings that spilled over at certain moments into passion but were quickly pushed into a corner of denial as he, afterwards, reaffirmed his status as heterosexual. Maybe trying to get him to do anything at all with me was cruel and manipulative. Both times we'd done `something' it had been he who had initiated it, and both times he had cut things off, frustrating my desires and deferring my fantasies.
It was while in the middle of this thought process that I heard Rob yawn. He stretched, sitting up in his sleeping bag. Immediately he turned towards me.
"I'm hungry."
Apparently he wasn't too broken up over what had happened the night before. I smiled at him.
"We brought stuff to make breakfast, we can just go down to the campsite and use their electricity. I added an electric stove this time when I packed."
Rob nodded, half-smiling. He stood up, stretching... and then sat back down, covering himself.
"Ah... maybe you can go make it? I've got a kind of problem here."
"Wasn't a problem last night."
The words were out of my mouth before I could even stop and think about it; I regretted them immediately after having spoken, especially since he frowned after my statement.
"That's not... why did you say that?"
I cursed myself, internally. I had already made the decision not to try and lead him anywhere, and yet I had made a statement that was clearly sexually directed towards him. I'd crossed the line. He had literally just woken up.
"I didn't mean anything. I just meant... I'm not really that funny, sorry. You know I'm not funny.
I'll go make breakfast, come down later and get some."
I was trying my best to salvage the day ahead of us. Quickly, I gathered up my pack and things and left the tent, walking down to the campsite and beating myself up over it. He wasn't okay with his sexuality, he felt bad for the things he'd done with me. Why did I need to make him feel even worse? I decided that under no circumstances would I do anything sexual in nature with Robert again. He was my best friend and that's how I wanted things to remain. When you try to play around with dynamic you just fuck things up. I didn't want things to be fucked up. I wanted them to be good, I wanted to have my best friend as a friend. I needed to think before speaking.
It was less than 30 minutes before Rob came down the brown, pine needle covered hill to meet me at the official campsite. I was still cooking, but finished right as he met me. I handed him his plate.
"What's this? It's just... bacon."
"Yeah, but it's a lot of bacon."
"You only brought bacon. We're just having bacon."
"Well," I explained, "I thought I brought bread as well. Remember that one year?"
"Oh yeah, when you thought it would be a great idea to pack eggs in a backpack."
He shook his head and smiled.
"That's the one. Well, I wasn't so stupid this time. I thought we'd have toast and bacon for breakfast. But I forgot the bread. So," I motioned towards our plates "bacon it is. Lots of it."
"I can't eat just meat."
I was certain that was true, and yet- "Well, we have granola bars."
I took them out of the backpack, he waved it away.
"Oh fine, I'll eat the bacon. But you owe me."
He pointed at me as he said so.
"However will I repay you?"
"We'll find some way."
I just smiled. Damn. I wanted to be able to joke with him like normal but I was having a problem already. This- this is why you can't be friends with someone and have sex with them. It perverts the friendship. Or, at least, you can't if they're as confused about their sexuality as Rob was.
"Well, tell me when you figure out what you want." I said lamely, before realizing it made sense in more ways than one. That didn't seem to register with my young friend.
"You know," he said, chewing with his mouth open, "I was thinking we could go up that mountain on the south side of where we camped, we've never gone up there any of the times we've come out here."
I laughed in surprise.
"You know I actually was thinking that very same thing a couple of weeks ago. I was thinking that when we went camping this year that we should go up that specific mountain, or whatever it is, a giant hill, because we've never gone up it before."
I waited a moment, eating, then finished.
"So, actually, I thought of it first, so I should get credit."
I poked my piece of bacon at him before shoving it in my mouth.
"Okay, but you didn't tell me when you thought of it, did you?" He asked. "So you don't get any credit; I'm the one who said it now, while we're right here. So I get credit. And you still owe me."
I nodded.
"Fair enough." I said.
It hadn't been too much longer afterwards that we set out for the mountain, but things had already started heating up- despite the fact that it was still fall and should probably be cold out. Typical.
In response to this development we both had our shirts off, sweating as we trekked up the hill. Rob went before me, cutting tree branches with the knife he'd bought when we'd gone to Walmart the other day. I could see him slapping into branches with his body, swiftly cutting them with his knife, and letting the limbs drop to the forest floor. I won't lie, it was a little emasculating, as though some man was clearing the way so his tender wife wouldn't get hurt by the woods. It was thoughtful though too; I didn't bring a knife with me. I decided to prove my manliness to Rob at the next opportunity, laughing at the extremely inappropriate quote that cropped up in my mind the moment I'd made the decision, `let it be known that homosexuals are not cowards'.
At that inopportune time, I was startled by the searing pain of a branch escaping Rob's knife and slapping into my face.
"You missed one!" I called out to him.
"Why don't you do it yourself! I'm not your servant." He retorted.
"Well, you're the one with the knife. Give it to me and I will."
Rob stopped and I caught up with him. He was smiling and sweating; he grabbed his water bottle out of my backpack and took a long drink out of it, looking magnificent in the sun with his head back.
"No," he smiled, finished with his water he replaced it in the mesh pocket on the side of my backpack, "you'd probably kill me with it."
"Nah... I still need you around. For now. When I'm gonna kill you I'll let you know."
"Oh, you'll tell me first, right? How would you kill me then?"
"Well, I'm stronger than you so it won't matter if I tell you first."
Rob laughed. "You? Stronger than me?" he flexed, showing off his muscular arms, "I'm a lot stronger than you."
"Hey, hey, hey," I joked "maybe a little stronger than me, but a lot? I don't think so."
I playfully punched him on the arm; he raised his eyebrow.
"So that's how you want to play, huh?" he crossed his arms, stepping back, eyeing me. Then, "How about this? We'll race to the top of the mountain and whoever gets there first is the strongest, right?"
I smiled. "Okay," I said, "count us down."
He started, but before he could get to one I jetted off, running up the hill. Before I got too far, however, I felt myself pulled back and shoved onto the ground; Rob ran past me, laughing.
"Not playing fair!" I called after him, scrambling up. I ran after him, whipping through branches, slipping on pine needles. I started to feel as though I was lost, and then smacked straight into a tree and started to fall... and kept falling.
Suddenly, I realized that I was actually falling, off of the side of the mountain. I called out, yelling Rob's name as my finger's grasped at the edge of rocks that only crumbled off the side of the mountain into a distance that was definitely too far to be comfortable with. At the last moment, just as I thought I was going to actually fall and break my leg, Rob grabbed me, and with his thick arms pulled me upwards and, falling backwards, on top of him. I was literally on top of him, in a position that could be described as none other than sexually charged at the very least, especially when breathing heavy and looking into his beautiful blue eyes as he looked straight into mine, not moving at all. In a massive feat of willpower I threw myself off of him and onto my back, laughing.
"Shouldn't have saved me," I said, still breathing heavily, "You could have gotten out of being murdered."
"So you've regained your sense of humor already?"
I looked over at Rob, still lying on the ground next to me. He was smiling but it faded quickly; and then he was just staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"What... what?"
"You're staring at me."
"You wish." He said, gaslighting me, and pushing himself back up, resuming his walk to the top of the mountain.
When we finally reached the peak it was notably flat and empty. It was like standing on top of a parking lot except for a few bushes- there was, however, a wonderful view of the forest around us, and the other mountains in the distance, most of them much larger than the one we'd just scaled. It really was quite a site.
"You know," came Rob's voice from my side, "I wish we'd brought binoculars."
"Yeah, that'd be cool. You know what..."
I pulled my phone out and used the camera.
"Look, we can just zoom in. Perfect."
I was glad that things were back to how they used to be. I had been so terrified that what we'd done the night before would ruin our friendship. I really did want to keep our friendship intact, despite all the uncharacteristic things that had had happened lately. Although, to be fair, Rob was the one initiating them; I'd made a decision not to initiate anything and I'd followed through on that decision only a little while earlier. I was hoping life wouldn't make things any more complicated for me than necessary, but life always has other plans.
It was then that I remembered my other decision- to promptly prove my masculinity to Rob and therefore undo any sense of unbalance (however real or imagined that was to me) that may have arisen out of the new changes in our friendship. I rose my arm up in the air, flexing with my other one, and yelling out into the forest that I was now the king of whatever mountain we were now on as I had claimed it for my own.
Once the echoes had stopped, I looked down at Rob, grinning; the expression on his face was inscrutable- he was `stone faced'. Then, without warning, he took me down, wrestling me; and I mean really wrestling with me, he wasn't holding back. I was trying my best to win the upper hand but he wasn't giving me an inch, and as I've said before he definitely works out more often than me.
"Hey! Stop." I grunted out, as he crushed me between his legs. I grasped behind me, trying to flip him over; he was actually hurting me. Once I managed to flip him over I realized it was a mistake, however, as he simply held me down and with his arms pinning mine down and his body crushing my legs I couldn't move any part of myself except my head.
"Stop!" I said. I looked up at him and saw that he had a very determined look on his face. He didn't look like he was joking at all, not in the slightest; he just looked resolved. I didn't say anything else. I couldn't because I realized at that moment that, despite my best laid plans, I was starting to get a boner; looking up at Rob and he held me down, unable to move, was incredibly arousing. The biggest problem here was that, being on top of me, I knew fully well that Rob could feel my dick hardening in my jeans.
His expression didn't waver- if anything it steeled even more. Glancing down for a moment I realized exactly why; the bulge in my own pants was mirrored exactly by that in his jeans. Holding me down and keeping me helpless was certainly turning my friend on. It seemed that he and I were not in sync with our plans for the day.
Rob took his legs off of my waist and spread them out, he kept my arms pinned down in the dirt; he started to rub his hard dick on mine through our jeans, then moved backwards slightly, simulating fucking my ass. I moaned slightly at what was only another subversion of my desires, but apparently that did it for him.
"Fuck it." He muttered, and released my arms, but only for a moment, to roughly pull my pants and underwear down below my knees; I helped him. Rob spit on his fingers and rapidly shoved them into my ass, I flinched in pain; just as quickly, he pulled his own jeans and boxers down and covered his hard cock in spit and got back on top of me. He began to push his cock head into my asshole, causing me to cry out- he grabbed one of my arms pinning it down again and at the same time covered my mouth with his big hand; his face did not look sympathetic. It was as though he was finally ready to do something he'd wanted to do for a long time and nothing would stop him now.
Once he actually got his huge erection inside of me I was, rather, moaning in pleasure, but the moans still barely escaped his hand which never left my mouth; his eyes moved upwards however, and I was surprised that as Rob got into a groove, sawing back and forth, fucking me harder and harder with each thrust, that he was looking me straight in the eyes.
The situation was, in all honestly, nothing less than amazing; the fulfillment of a desire (for both of us, clearly) that had, for too long, been deferred. Rob moaned and grunted in low tones as he fucked me rhythmically; I bucked my hips forward and back, keeping time with his own rhythm, making sure he was as deep inside of me as he could possibly be. He never stopped holding me down and didn't take his hand off of my mouth- this probably only added to the sensuality I was, at that point, experiencing.
Being dominated, at least slightly, was certainly a fantasy of mine (it's probably something almost everyone has at least thought of at some time or other) and being fucked by my best friend was another- one that had been blocked for so long.
As I observed my straight best friend's expression, his face, while he fucked me, I saw no regret.
What I saw was lust, and the urgency written in his furrowed brows and flicking mouth was much more incredible than ever my friend had looked in my daydreams.
Then, the unthinkable happened. With my mouth completely covered by Rob's huge hand there was no sound but that of his nuts slapping against me as he fucked me, which meant that the sound of two people conversing as they walked up the side of the hill was very clearly audible; I had no time to react, Rob yanked me up and pulled me into a large bush nearby, one of the only things that could hide us from their view. His hand never left my mouth, he kept it covering my mouth the entire time that we hid in the bushes, our bodies pressed as close as possible to stay out of the view of the intruders to our love scene. I could feel that neither of us lowered our masts; also, I was, for some reason or other, glad that he kept his hand over my mouth. Despite my attempt at establishing my superiority only a while before I enjoyed feeling completely under the grasp of my friend Rob- under his protection as well.
We waited, breathing heavily, our chests pressed into one another. Rob never looked at me, peering through gaps in the bushes to see the couple who had come to the top of the hill; I, on the other hand, stared at Rob's very intent face. Engaging in the falsity of mind reading, I determined that he was waiting for them to leave so that he could continue fucking me and that that was the only thing on his mind.
As it turns out, I am very good at reading minds, for as soon as they left he released me and we both crawled back into the open. Neither of our swords having gone limp, Rob attempted to enter me again. I cried out in pain once again; this time he looked at me in concern, and asked, "Are you okay?"
I nodded quickly.
"Yeah, yeah, keep going."
He did. We got back into our rhythm, although he was no longer holding me down. Now, he was on top of me the same was before but with his elbows pushed into the dirt, fucking me as fast as he could possibly go while I masturbated myself. His grunts came more and more often, he didn't look me in the eye but was concentrated on my body. I don't know why, but I found myself surprised by that; I shouldn't have been considering the fact that he had been staring at my cock when we jerked off the night previously. I wanted to kiss him.
I guess we rarely get what we want. All too soon, and before I'd finished pleasing myself, Rob came, deep in my ass. Panting, he pulled himself off of me and stood up, starting to get dressed. I tried to jerk myself off but it wasn't working off. I felt as though I'd been robbed of a good ending. I stood up and dressed myself as well. I looked at Rob; he looked off in the distance, a blank expression on his face.
I had the feeling something bad had just happened, despite everything. I cleared my throat.
"I hope... I hope that didn't just fuck up our friendship." I said, already knowing I was saying too much.
Rob looked at me, genuinely confused.
"What? Why? Would it, I mean."
I was looking into his deep blue eyes, his handsome face, short brown hair- the part where it's supposed to vanish into facial hair slicked down by sweat next to his ears- guilty expression on his face. I just couldn't stop myself.
"I want-" he cut me off.
"Don't." was his simply reply. Then, I did something I hadn't done before. I initiated things myself. I pushed myself up into Rob's body, put my arm around his back and started to kiss him. He, immediately and passionately, kissed me back; getting more and more into it, it was clear that this was something he not only wanted to do, but wanted to do very badly. My thoughts went back to that first night when he kissed me in the barn, his stubble scratching up against my face. He didn't have any stubble now and our faces meshed together cleanly.
To this day I'm not sure what possessed me to do what I did, but I broke our kiss and put my hands on Rob's shoulders and pushed him down, all the way down onto his knees. He looked up at me, unsure. The expression on my face probably wasn't far off from that very descriptor but it didn't matter, because Rob unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, next to go down was my boxers. My dick was already rock hard and he put it into his mouth. He was looking straight forward at my pubes, concentrating very hard on sucking my dick as best he knew how; it was clear this was his first attempt. I put my hand onto his head, brushing it through his thick brown hair. He looked up at me and our eyes met. He was very cute, down on his knees with my cock in his mouth and his handsome features (those that were visible) looking up into my brown eyes. I felt the urge to kiss him again but wanted to get my dick sucked more- he'd deprived me of my orgasm earlier, remember? And he seemed so eager to do it.
There were no thoughts about our friendship being compromised at this moment, only the desire to go deeper in his mouth. He gagged but I wanted to, so badly; and Rob was very accommodating, he tried his hardest but could not fit my entire erection into his mouth and so I had to make do with going in and out. His mouth felt great, it felt warm, and his tongue kept moving up and down on the shaft of my hard dick. The more I went in and out, the more I looked into his eyes, the more I felt like I was losing myself in the moment; I came, into his mouth- he immediately spat it out, stood up, and looked at me in disgust.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" he said, apparently shocked and repelled. He turned, and walked away. It was a few moments before I came to my senses and started to run after him.
"Hey! Stop!" I called out, "I'm sorry, Rob! Rob, I'm sorry! Robert?"