Disclaimer: This is a work of gay themed fiction, with explicit sexual material, non-consent, and themes of violence. If it is Illegal for you to read this material or if you are offended by it, please leave now. All characters engaging in sexual activity are above the age of consent. Any resemblance between real persons or events is purely coincidental. Trigger Warning!
Boy Scout Camp Assacre
"And the next day, the scout masters found all the eagle scouts had been fucked senseless, splooge pouring out of their asses. Carl was found hanging outside of this very lodge but since he was the only one who wasn't fucked, it was assumed that he did it and killed himself, but all the guys new that it was Justin who had come back for revenge them and Carl. They say Justin still sleeps in the lake. Waiting for the scouts to betray one of their own so he can rise from the depths and dispense his fucked up vengeance!"
The rapid clicking of the flashlight did much to lessen the creepy factor of the flashing lights.
"That's fucking gay Mikey."
"Not my story. It's a real story the guys have been telling each other since the eighties. Dante knows about it too right Dante?"
The muscled black pitcher, was only half paying attention, and lazily looked up from his phone when prompted from his friend.
"Yeah...We were, what? Fourteen when the counselor told us that story." The boy quickly returned to his phone leaving his other three friends to discuss the local ghost story.
"Doesn't matter it's still gay" said a lean blonde boy lying shirtless on his bunk.
A bespectacled scout sitting on the bunk below Mikey looked up at the hyperactive youth "Do you really expect us to believe there's a gay Jason, stalking the campgrounds, looking for guys to rape?"
Mikey nodded his head vigorously, his loose curls smacking his eyes and forehead with each shake. The other three always thought Mike was a bit too into everything, even boy scouts. He never really walked but more excitedly jogged in place and his leg or arm always shook when sitting down. It wasn't uncommon for the boy to go to bed normally and wake up on his stomach and with his feet on the pillow.
"Ryan I swear to God it's true!"
The blonde on the bed snorted "You'd like it to be true wouldn't you?"
Mikey tensed up a bit "Shut up Brad."
Brad laughed "Sorry. Come on man, that story isn't real. That homo counselor probably just told you his wet dream."
"No it's a real story" said Dante without looking up from his phone "I heard from like five different people. They say they heard from the their senior scouts."
"Of course they know it" sneered Brad "they probably get off to it in one of their circle jerks."
Ryan thought for a moment "Even if they were raped. Why wouldn't one of-what was it?-ten, twelve scouts-"
"Fourteen!" Mikey burst in.
"Yeah, why wouldn't one of them report it to the police?"
"Cause they didn't want to admit they were fags" Brad said.
"The guy I heard it from said everyone was too embarrassed to admit what happened so it never got investigated" Mikey explained.
Brad scoffed "They were embarrassed because they were fags and they liked it. If you don't like doing gay shit then you wouldn't let it happen to you. Mikey you need to stop telling stories like this people will think you're queer."
Mikey was glad his tanned skinned prevented from blushing too brightly. The Latino for once in his life wanted to not be noticed, and followed Dante's lead and took out his phone. Ryan continued talking with Brad about the activities they would do with the younger scouts tomorrow. Due to some some delayed renovations to the camp site, their troop had to put off their Halloween jamboree by a day. The scout masters had gone ahead with the four boys early so they could set up for their one day after Halloween event; they finished done a lot earlier than expected though, so they decided to let the boys spend the night in the main lodge while they went back to town to oversee the troops busride to the camp. The four eagle scouts had the run of the building and spent it eating all the junk food they bought, talking about dumb shit, and just relaxing a little before the camp was overrun by over active gradeschoolers and moody jr. high students.
Dante noticed that Mikey was quiet, which was odd as the guy was almost never quiet. Mikey was staring intently at his phone and Dante was curious to know what could keep his friend so focused for so long. Dante crept up and tried to see what Mikey was doing. Dante saw a correspondence between him and someone only called "C".
C: When are you coming back?
Mike: 2morrow nite, when were done cleaning up camp. Y?
C: Cause I'll miss you until then.
Mike: U mean ull mis sucking my fat cock rite?
C: I won't deny it. It makes up for your atrocious spelling and grammar.
Mike: Ur suposta spel thngs wrng in txt!
C: At least you spelled "in" correctly.
Mike: srry bout th@, I ment "n".
C: You're lucky you're cute.
Mike: Im lucky I hve that sweet ass 2 think about wile Im stuck here @ Camp.
C: Keep being fresh, and you won't be seeing this ass for a while.
Mike::(
C: Use your words Michael.
Mike proceeded to send a paragraph of text made with modern pictographs in no coherent order or pattern. Dante was surprised to find Mikey managed to get himself a girlfriend, he supposed he wasn't bad looking by any means but he just assumed girls would be turned off by his hyperactivity, bad jokes, and general childishness. But he supposed that someone was bound to be attracted to him, statistically at least. He wondered what her name was.
`Would Mikey be able to get a Cindy or Cynthia? Christina maybe. Cathy, Cassandra, Caroline, Carrie. Carlita or Carmen or Carina-wait is that racist?' He looked back and his mouth nearly dropped when he saw what Mikey and his girlfriend had typed.
C: Gary's in your troop right?
Mike: Gary Santiago? Yeah hes an Eagele 2. Hes not with us. U know him?
C: His boyfriend and I are friends from crew and I think he's going with Gary to the camp tomorrow. I wanted to see if I could get my present to you before you came back. He lives close so maybe I can get Gary to give it to you.
Mike: Sexy present?
C: One way to find out.
Mike: He'll b there 2morrow.
"Gary's gay!" Mike nearly fell off the bunk when heard Dante shout right behind his ear.
Ryan looked up "Santiago? Who told you?"
"Mikey" he tried to pull Mikey's phone away from him, but he had pulled it out of reach "he was texting his girlfriend. When she said Gary had boyfriend."
Brad laughed "Always pegged him as a Faggot."
Mikey was sweating bullets "That's not true, he was looking at my private text and he misread. It didn't say Gary was gay."
"You're right it said Gary had a boyfriend. I mean damn, Gary? Never thought he'd, be on that side."
"He's not!" Mikey shouted while jumping off the bunk bed "You saw wrong!"
"I did not. Why are you trying to avoid it?"
"I-I-I-" Mikey's mind was racing too fast for his own words.
Brad chuckled "That shit's rich, I'm going to tell everyone."
"Don't-"
"Why not?" Ryan asked "If he's gay so what if people know? Isn't that their whole thing, making sure everyone can see that they like guys?"
"No! Even if what Dante saw was correct, it's still his personal life. He should get to choose what he shares, when and with who. Brad! Don't do that!"
Mikey grabbed at Brad who had taken out his phone, and was busily typing something. He and Brad struggled for a while before Dante got between them and pushed Mike back but also using the confusion to take Brad's phone.
"Brad don't post it. Online harassment is pathetic, even for you."
"I was checking to see who was coming dip shit. I don't want people on my DMs thinking I go around looking for gay guys. And why post it, when we can just tell everyone tomorrow."
"You can't! What if the guys start making fun of him." Mike pleaded.
"So what? People give you lots of shit in your life for no reason. He just has to learn to swallow it down and smile. And everyone's going to find out when he brings his boyfriend anyways."
Brad got an evil grin on his face "he's bringing his boyfriend here. Oh his ass is dead. It's fucking destroyed. Who knew I'd have something to look forward to tomorrow."
Mikey banged his bed against the bed post while Dante tapped him on his shoulder "It'll fine my man. But now we have more important things to discuss, like, who Carina is."
Mike looked confused "Who?"
"Oh that was racist, never mind. Your girl, your honey, C. Who is she? When can we meet her?"
Mike looked like he was going to throw up "C is not my girlfriend! C is-C is-"
"Cut the shit man. You're telling me they're just a friend?"
"Yeah, they're my friend! Just a friend!"
"Just a friend with a-and I quote-'sweet ass' who-and I quote again-'misses sucking your fat cock'?"
"That's bullshit! You're making it up!"
Brad nodded "Of course he is. No one in their right mind would think you have fat cock."
"Bigger than yours!"
"I doubt that."
Ryan cleared his throat "Brad, shouldn't we congratulate Mikey on his new girlfriend?"
Brad huffed "Fine. Congrats on finally punching your V-card. So what's her name and is she good fuck?"
"Fuck off!" Mike flipped his fellow scout off.
"That bad, huh?"
Dante broke in "Brad, don't be a dick. Come Mikey, you got to tell us something about her. What's she like? Where did you meet? What does she look like?"
"I don't have to tell you that!"
"Why not?" Ryan demanded.
"She's probably fake" Brad scoffed.
"Shut up! Both of you" Dante boomed, before turning to Mikey "Can we at least get a name?"
Mikey felt his heart trying to break his rib cage, and all the liquid in his mouth rapidly evaporate. He looked for a way to escape. He was faster than Dante but there were three of them so they could pin him down easily. He hoped that if he stood quiet and still, that they would get bored of him and move on, but they would not let him leave their gaze until he gave an answer.
In a wavering voice he blurted out "Catherine!" before sprinting out of the past the three scouts, out of the room, down the hall and out the door. He decided to take a long run around the camp to calm himself down. He got on the path the ran adjacent to the lake and started sprinting towards one of the tent sites. He was so focused on the trail and getting away from his fellow scouts that he failed to notice the hulking figure that slowly emerged from the murky water and made its way towards the lodge.
Back at the lodge, the three eagle scouts had decided to split up as Mikey was often the one who kept the group entertained and without him the boys had trouble finding a diversion that was enjoyed by all three of them. Ryan had decided to go in the lodge's records room and get the real story behind Mikey's tale. Justin being outed by Carl and bullied by the other scouts was not something that could not be proven without a few hours of research, tracking down addresses and phone numbers, and getting lucky that guys who were now almost sixty remembered what happened at Scouts almost forty years ago. He couldn't do that in one night but he could find out what, if anything, happened to Justin.
The ancient desk lamp on the office desk did little but give fill the room with unsettling shadows and dark corners. Ryan searched through the cabinet for 1980, searching for articles from the Summer. After a few innocuous titles about tornado warnings and a Fourth of July festival, he found the headline "Boy Scouts Mourn Two Losses in two days".
Reading the article he discovered that on August 13th the body of Carl Cunningham was found hanging from a tree up by the lake view tent site. This occurred only a day after the disappearance of Justin Miner, was discovered missing the morning of the 12th. Justin was presumed dead and his body was never recovered. All individuals present, said they had no idea what had happened; no one saw Justin leave and they never saw Carl anywhere near the lake view site. Ryan concluded that the majority of the story of the story was just legend. All Mikey had was a missing boy and a suicide, but there was no proof that Justin was real.
He got up from the cabinet to look for Dante to show off his deductive abilities to someone. When he exited the office he turned toward the entrance to the lodge but found it blocked by a wet hulking figure. The man was big and muscled though his skin seemed a bit bloated and it was a pale blue color. He had on a very old and worn eagle scouts uniform and hiking boots that were saturated with water and caked with mud and grime. On his head was a burlap sack with eye holes cut out.
Ryan rolled his eyes "Funny Dante," he assumed it was him because Dante was the only one near enough to this man's size "who put you up to this? Mikey or Brad?"
The figure did not respond, and but kept its eyes locked onto Ryan. Ryan felt uneasy because it didn't look or sound like the guy was breathing, but Ryan reassured himself that he was to far away to notice anything like that. Ryan shuffled a bit to the left towards the door to the mess hall and the man turned so his front was facing Ryan's position.
"That's a pretty good Justin costume. Is that a surprise part of the horror trail. I like it but the parents may think it's too intense for the younger kids, but if you ask me they deserve to piss themselves every now and then."
The figure was unresponsive "Hey, um...how is it staying on so well? You're drenched but it doesn't look like it's coming off at all."
The man stepped forward and instinctively Ryan pulled back, keeping the same distance between them. Eventually Ryan's back hit the wall and he could do a little as what he thought, what he prayed was his friend loomed ever closer. As the beast of a man came within inches of Ryan, the scout realized that whoever this was far too big to be Dante and that meant they could easily crush him if they wanted to. The man's large hand grabbed him by the face, breaking his glasses in twain. He had an extra pair but that would do him little good if he was going to die in the next five seconds. Though he couldn't see what the creature was doing, he could feel it use it's other hand to grab his belt and the bottom of his shirt. He was unsure as to this psycho's intentions until the brute yanked his clothes straight off of him, with a quick ripping sound.
Ryan was standing in the middle of the lodge completely naked and practically blind. He could hear the creature shake at some sort of cloth, which he assumed was his own clothing. The beast seemed frustrated and with out thinking, he let go of Ryan's face to mess with the fabric that perturbed him. Ryan didn't bother to figure out what the attacker was up to; he ran to where the nearest door he could make out and burst through it. Bumping and flailing around in the dark, he felt chairs, tables with cloth, ketchup bottles, and candle holders, letting him know he was in the dining room.
He could hear the guy dressed as Justin stomp towards his refuge, no longer caring about stealth as the element of surprise had been lost. Ryan quickly scrambled under the table, hoping the cloth and dark would hide him well enough until one his friends came looking for him. The Justin figure banged the mess hall door open and slowly made his way down the rows of tables. Ryan heard the beast slowly stomp down aisle, coming closer and closer to where his terrified victim cowered. The lunatic stopped right in front of Ryan's face, a thin sheet of cotton the only thing separating his face from the killer's large boot. Ryan tried to stifle his cries with his hands but he was almost certain the psycho had heard him whimper. They stayed like that for what felt like hours until Justin finally walked off to search elsewhere. Ryan released his muscles, which had tensed to the point of agony. He decided the best course was to wait for ten minutes until he could get out on the porch connected to the dining hall and try his best to make his way to Dante at the Sporting grounds. Mikey was probably too far away for Justin to reach anytime soon, and even though he had no idea where Brad was, he and Dante would have to risk leaving them. They would drive out of camp, call the police and warn their friends.
It was a smart plan, but one that would sadly never come to fruition as Ryan was pulled out by his ankles and left hanging upside down. He felt the monster remove his shoes and socks and all he could was that the monster didn't want to chew on fabric when he was eaten. With a loud oomph, Ryan dropped prostrate on the ground. He felt Justin fin him to the ground with a heavy foot, and dreaded whatever over the top death he knew would greet him. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his impaired vision could just barely make out the form of Justin, which just pulled out a thick club out of pants. Suddenly something warm, thick, and white began spraying from the club with a force of a fire hose. Ryan was equally relieved and disgusted at the realization that Justin was cumming on him. Justin's spray had such a force that it actually knocked him back. He tried to cover his face, but the reanimated revenge beast had already soaked his face with zombie baby batter. Justin washed down Ryan's entire front with an a quantity of Jizz that would make whales jealous. After two minutes of being hosed down with cum, Ryan felt Justin pull him up by his slime covered hair and slam him face down on the floor. Ryan felt pressure on his back and knew that Justin was giving his back side a generous coating of man butter. Another five minutes of horrifying though non-lethal torture later. Ryan rose from a large cum puddle, frosted in at least a half-inch of ball ooze all over his body. He wiped the dead man's cum from his eyes and attempted to look back at his attacker but was grabbed by the neck and shoved onto a table. He felt a large slimy appendage rub against his ass crack, and went into a panic.
"No! Please! That'll fucking destroy me! I'm sorry! Please! NO!"
Justin complied and stopped massaging his member against his prey's backside. Ryan was unsure if that actually worked or if Justin was just teasing him. He saw Justin reach for a red cylinder, which he guessed was a ketchup bottle; Justin placed his dick onto the bottle and coated the object in almost an instant. Ryan froze unsure of what was going to happen until from his butt hole he felt a cold hard object enter in one smooth if very uncomfortable glide. Justin shoved the scout to the ground, packed up his junk, and left the shocked and cum covered boy in his jizz pool with a ketchup bottle up his ass.
Dante had went to the batting cages to get in some practice. Pitcher was his position, but he knew he couldn't play professionally if he had only one string to his bow. He needed to improve his batting averages and Scout camp had one of the best sports centers he had ever seen. He told Brad and Ryan to just let Mikey blow off some steam; Mikey was a very physical person and was a lot happier when he could burn off some of his large pool of energy. Dante thought Mikey would run the trail and calm back in a more level headed state, or level headed by Mikey standards.
I shouldn't have pried about Catherine' he thought but Mikey gets excited over everything. I'm surprised he didn't pay the marching band to follow him around school when he got his first date...Maybe it's the Gay Gary thing. Yeah it's his business, but I mean if it gets out, all needs to to do is suck it up. Everyone wil get over it in time.' A ball shot from the machine with a whoosh, Dante swung his bat and the ball cracked all the way out of the field.
Dante was getting tired, he jogged to the pitching machine and shut it down before it could fling another fast ball. He ran to the locker room to put away his things as quickly as possible. He'd shower at the lodge as it got too creepy when you were alone in the sporting grounds for too long. He entered the brick box and plopped down a bench with a sigh. He pulled his shirt off as it was getting too wet. While he took a moment to himself he thought back on the story of Justin. He and Mikey had heard it from another Eagle scout when they were younger; Mikey took the tale as gospel immediately but Dante was more skeptical of the tale. When he and the boy were in knot-tying class and they had a moment alone, Dante asked him how he knew Justin was real. He said his uncle was an eagle scout when Justin was alive. Apparently Justin was this handsome, perfect golden boy scout who everyone looked up to, but he was deep in the closet. He was best friends with a kid named Carl who was pretty jealous that Justin was so popular with the Scouts and the adults, so when Justin confided in him about his sexuality Carl told everyone in attempt to lower Justin's popularity.
Carl's plan worked a bit too well and Justin became a pariah among the scouts. He was beat up and insulted, the other scouts stole his clothes and acted out skits where he was fucking dirty old men. The younger Scouts who had looked up to him before, avoided him because the older scouts told them Justin would give them AIDS if they got too close. A lot of the parents caught wind and they were pressuring the Scout Master to remove Justin for the safety of the other boys. Dante didn't know what Justin expected, if he didn't want that stuff to happen then he should have kept his mouth shut. The scout said his uncle wouldn't tell him what Justin did to them, but all the legends say he butt fucked them and then killed Carl in revenge. It was a strange legend but almost every scout knew about ii; on would think a story with such gay overtones would not be popular among a group of presumably straight boys.
Dante wipe his face with the damp shirt and got up to put the bat way but he froze at the site of Justin, the villain of the ghost story come too life. Dante was shocked by the bag and blue skin, but other than that he was sort of how Dante imagined him, as a tall Adonis figure with bulging muscles. Dante grabbed the bat and pointed it in the direction of the phantom.
"Oh no, Bitch! You ain't killing my black ass first. Take this!" Dante raised the bat above his head and brought it down right along Justin's head with a loud clunk. After a minute long stand off, Justin snatched the bat from Dante's hand, pulled out the biggest cock Dante had ever seen, slammed the muscled athlete against the lockers and shoved him to his knees. Dante was about to curse out the vengeful brute, but that worked in Justin's favor, giving the monster a generous opening with which to shove his long thick phallus all the way down the jocks throat. Dante tried to scream, tried to breathe but his entire airway was blocked. Dante tried to push Justin away, slamming his fists on the monster's stomach legs. Justin kept him there for two minutes until Dante's vision started to black out, when the massive intruder was pulled from his throat. Dante had never been more grateful for oxygen in his entire life; coughing and gasping, he tried to to take in as much air as possible.
As his breath started to steady, Justin's cock was shoved into his mouth again. He could taste the pungent flavor of lake water all over the dead scout's cock mixed with decay; Justin pulled out after a few seconds this time which relieved Dante until the monster was shoved back inside him. Justin shoved his cock in and out of the poor boy's face, his hip thrusts too fast to give Dante a chance to close his mouth. Sometimes Justin would leave his cock inside and let Dante struggle for more breath before releasing him and return to his violent face fuck. Dante's gag reflex finally caught up to the brutal assault and he found himself blasting out all the microwave pizza, cola, and discounted Halloween candy the boys had gorged themselves on earlier.
After emptying his stomach onto the floor and on himself, Dante's head was grabbed by Justin and was stuffed with the monster scout's cock one last time. Justin thrust so deeply into the helpless boy that Dante's nose was crushed into his pelvis. Dante felt Justin's cock spasm and felt his stomach slowly was quickly being filled with an uncomfortably warm substance. By the force and quantity of the liquid, Dante thought it was piss, but as he became fuller and Justin slowly moved out of his esophagus and into his mouth he realized that this undead horror was coming what must have been a gallon of cum into his gullet. Justin kept his bulbous head in the mouth of the youth, watching as the black hunk kneeling before him, tried to either swallow or spit out his supernatural spunk. Dante was almost certain his cheeks were going to pop open with the amount man juice being pumped into his tired mouth. Justin soon let go and let his helpless sperm receptacle throw up his splooge onto himself. Dante felt like shit. He could barely breath, his mouth and throat were sore, and he felt like his stomach was going to rip open at any moment. He stayed there on the floor for about ten minutes just trying to breathe, occasionally barfing up another handful of cum onto the locker room floor.
Dante was suddenly lifted off the ground and smashed against the lockers with a clang, then he was roughly flipped over with his face pressed into the cold metal. He felt Justin grab the waistband of his underwear and pants before they were violently yanked down, exposing his bare flesh to the cool air. Dante, after having his mouth violently raped, knew what was coming next.
"No! No! No! I'll do whatever you want! Just not that! Please! I'll do anything!"
He could feel the giant cock head brush against his ass, but thankfully they did nothing else. He felt Justin let him go but he didn't move in fear of angering his assaulter. He heard the scrape of metal against the concrete floor, and then heard the loud splat against the ground the ground. A searing pain lit every nerve in Dante's body. He thought Justin had picked up the bat and used it to crack his skull open, but he was still standing and the pain originated from a lower point in his body. Dante heard Justin stamp his way out of the locker room, leaving the boy alone. Alive, and unharmed except for a sore throat and an opened anus.
`Shitting is going to be a nightmare' was all the traumatized boy could think as the aluminum rod was slowly pushed out of his rectum.
Brad was getting bored waiting for Mikey. Mikey had gotten the story of Justin stuck in his head, so he thought it was time for payback. He had cut out a burlap sack and tied some rope into a noose, then he hid in the lake house waiting for Mikey to pass him on the trail. He'd run out, probably yell out "You killed me Carl!" and chase Mikey all the way back to the lodge. He didn't expect to catch the track runner but he didn't need to catch him, he just needed to make him piss himself. He, Ryan, and Dante would tell everyone tomorrow and it would be hilarious.
"Of course Mike will find it funny too, afterwards" he growled "It's not as fun when a victim actually enjoys it." He smiled "well, at least I'll get to see the look on Gary's face when everyone finds out he's a queer." Brad sat in the boat house for what felt like hours waiting for Mikey.
"Where is he?" he growled "He's probably in the woods crying because his fake girlfriend broke up with him." Brad knew Mikey, for a long time and he never showed an interest in finding a girlfriend. Sure, he joked about getting pussy and big titties but anyone can do that. And as for a girl wanting him, well, Brad remembered the month they had just spent at camp where Mikey sneaked in an entire Spencer's store worth of fake vomit, whoopee cushions, and novelty groucho glasses. It wasn't like Mike had this super hot body to make up for his personality that seemed to stop developing at age ten. He heard a someone walking towards the boat house so he got into position. When the steps could be heard right outside the door, Brad leapt into action.
He burst through the door swinging the noose roaring into the cold Autumn air. No one was there. `Stupid, fucking raccoons' he thought, and turned around to reset his operation. He closed the door and turned to sit rest on one of the overturned rowboats when he hit the broad steel chest of someone wearing a scout uniform. He looked up and saw a tall, hulking figure; damp and mud covered wearing a burlap sack.
Bras blinked and then smirked "You had the same idea, eh Dante?" he punched the behemoth in the shoulder "If Mikey's gonna bore us with some shitty-ass fag story, then he needs to be taught how you actually scare someone."The man did not make any indication that he heard Brad and just continued to stare.
"Gotta say bro, having the two of working together will be a lot easier. Especially with that costume! Man, you went all out on it didn't you? You had this planned for a while haven't you? I guess Mikey tells that stupid story anytime he gets the chance right?" No response was given.
Brad rolled his eyes "Wow you really get into character. Chill bro, you're not up for an Oscar or anything. Okay, here's what we'll do. I'll stay here and jump out when Mikey comes along while you hide out in the woods and when Mikey's focused on me, you sneak up behind and grab him! Sounds good, right?"
The figure was stoic staring hard and deep at the petty, vindictive scout before him. Brad laughed and laughed and laughed, waiting for Dante to join in or say something or do anything. He was not expecting Dante to be this into the bit, from Mikey yes, but Dante was usually composed and laid back as compared to the human sugar high. He pointed his thumb behind him, indicating that he wanted the costumed goon to hide in the woods opposite the boat house. The man did notmove.
Brad scowled "Look jackass, I was here first, so I get to stay. Either you're with me or you can scare Mike on your own."
The man slowly and deliberately brought his hands to his fly where he unzipped it and slowly guided and thick, discolored, foot long penis from it's hiding place. The thing was veined and massive and slowly growing erect.
"What...the...Fuck!" Brad mouthed, disgusted that Dante would do this even as a joke. He was about to punch his friend in the face when it hit him that he had seen Dante naked before in the locker room showers when he teased that Dante disproved that old saying about Black guys, and he realized that Dante's cock was nowhere near this large. This wasn't Dante, nor was it Mikey or Ryan.
The color drained from Brad's face but he stood his ground "Listen faggot! I don't know what you think is going to happen here, but how about you pack up your fruity dick and take your cock-sucking ass out of here before I beat it!"
The figure grabbed Brad by the neck and lifted him a foot off the ground. Brad wanted to scream and cry for help, but he knew he shouldn't have to get help to deal with a sissy-queer. In one fluid motion, the masked figure ripped Brad's clothes from his body and slammed him on the hard, dirty floor. Brad's head vision was shaking from the impact and he barely had time to register his feet being pushed up by his head shoving him into a position like he was halfway through a backwards tumble. The man dressed up as Justin Miner, squatted down and aimed his gargantuan cock head at Brad's virgin asshole, letting his sticky pre-cum drool onto the boy's virgin pucker.
Brad sneered at his attacker "You better get off me you fucking queer faggot! I'll fucking end you! Go fuck another faggot bitch if you're looking get off! That's all you guys like right? Getting fucked?!"
In one hard motion, that was so quick you would have missed it in a blink, the dead creature that was once the eagle scout, Justin Miner, thrust the entire length of his cock into Brad's spoiled bigoted rectum. Tears crowed against the borders of Brad's eyes and a scream struggled to break free, but Brad refused show weakness in front of the weak pathetic faggot that was pinning him down and copping his cherry.
"I am going to kill you! You fucking queer!" he choked out "All of my friends are gonna come here, see your ass half-beaten and join me in finishing off your sissy life! You hear me cocksucker!" Justin responded to this by taking his dick all the way out and slamming it back again in barely a second. Then he did it again. And again. Brutally fucking Brad, who wanted to cry from the pain of the rape and the shame of being dominated by some random gay guy. He kept shouting and screaming obscenities at his assailant, but his empty threats did nothing against the solid brutal fuck strokes of Justin. Brad saw the man's cock actually poke past his stomach and he thought he was going to vomit. He wanted to cry, to scream, to beg for mercy, but he would not submit to Justin. He keep some of his dignity even if it meant letting this monster plunder the rest of it.
He felt the pain through out his anal ring and rectum like a fire, and with the speed at which his rapist was pounding him, the friction may have have started one for all he knew. Insults and curses flew from Brad's mouth at the rate of machine gun fire, but it was still outpaced by applause like beat of Justin's pelvis smacking against his bottom. When Brad he was sure he was going to breakdown, the man who was fucking him like a jackhammer pulled out and left his cock tip pressed lightly at his exit turned entrance. Brad looked at his assaulter who looked back at him from behind his sack; the man was not moving, not talking, not even breathing. Though he was two seconds away from blubbering like a baby not a moment ago, now that the piston pounding had stopped and some of the pain had subsided, he immediately gained back all the close minded cockiness that had been been pummeled out of him not two seconds ago.
"Can't even finish can you Fag. Can't even cum without a dick up your fag pussy can you? Doesn't matter if you queers have the right equipment, you don't get off unless you're being treated like a bitch. With a real man's dick up your faggot cun-" he cut off. Surprised by the infinite hurt of cock being shoved so far into him, past his rectum and right to the colon, then stunned into further silence by the sensation of warm semen filling his large intestines with the intensity of a water main. The man's cock was so thick that his cum could not squeeze past, meaning it's only escape route was a reverse trip through Brad's digestive tract. Brad could feel his organs quickly balloon full with cum and this man would not stop ejaculating. This man was not human and Brad starts to think that there may be some truth to Mikey's story after all. He feels a deep pressure in his stomach and looks at his belly in horror to see that is swollen like he's pregnant with twins. Brad begins to vomit but what reaches his throat doesn't taste like vomit. Brad spits up a half cup of cum onto his chest, then a cup onto his stomach, then a pint, and almost a quart onto his face. The cum that was pumped into Brad built up so much pressure that he started spitting out onto the ceiling of boathouse in violent spurts like a spout from a fountain show. Brad was suffering; his ass felt like it was on fire, his belly expanded to the point of popping and he couldn't breath due the jizz squirting out of him like a water cannon. Brad was going to die and he only prayed that Justin took hid his body so no one would he died drowning in cum like a five cent whore on a military base. Brad then felt something, something that was worse than being fucked to death and drowning in jizz. He felt his dick spasm and realized he was cumming. He wasn't even hard, but he came from being fucked like the limp dick sissy he always ragged on his friends about.
Justin stopped cumming and Brad was finally able to cough up enough dick cream to clear his air passage and breath. Justin grabbed the engorged boy by the neck and carried him with his penis still lodged inside the loud mouths hole. Brad, disoriented from the pain and humiliation tried to see what Justin was doing. Heard the clacking of wood against wood, then he was slammed into the wall Justin released his throat leaving only the vengeful eagle's pelvis and the wall to support him. As Brad began to focus a bit better he saw Justin was presenting a bundle of oars before him. With a violent snap, Justin broke the oars a foot at the handles and tossed the rest aside. Brad was really confused until he saw the brute put the handles under his butt. Justin pinned Brad to the wall by his neck and with a slick, loud plop, pulled out of Brad. Brad wasn't empty for long as the oars were shoved deep into his ass, with only a few inches where they were broken off sticking. Justin released Brad who slid to the floor, shocked, terrified, and ashamed more than anything. Brad looked like a new born deer attempting to walk for the first time. He looked for the noose he had made to scare Mikey, thinking he could lasso something and pull himself up but he could not find it. He fell back on his knees a few times but with effort he managed to stand. A splat sounded off in the silent boathouse followed by another splat and another. The spaces between the oar handles allowed Justin's monster cum to slowly slip out it's battered container, but the oars themselves remained tightly bound in Brad's backside. He didn't notice Justin, and frankly didn't care. All he could think was how he needed to get one of the guys to help him before the troop arrived to see him in his miserable state.
Mikey gazed at the moon reflected perfectly in the undisturbed lake, and saw how the mirrored foliage all bowed towards it in deference to its beauty and he felt lonely. This was his favorite spot in all of camp. Not many people knew about it and even fewer wanted to take the steep and roundabout trek required to get here. Dante came up here when he wasn't tired from the day's activities, Ryan came up there maybe once, and Brad wouldn't even consider doing it saying he didn't want to die and have no one find his body for months. The wind stung cold air into his eyes so he had an explanation for why he was tearing so much. Not that there was anyone he had to explain things to. He looked at his phone and looked at his last text with C, wondering if he should call and explain that the guys found out about Gary and were planning on outing him to the whole troop. It was the right thing to do, but his finger hovered over the call button. He looked at the connection both relieved and disheartened to see he had no bars and no excuse not to call.
He looked around and shivered Brad's right' he though if I croak up here. Their going to find me half eaten by wolves.' As if cued by Mikey's paranoia, a wolf howled in the distance. The wind picked up more strongly and the leaves danced around him drawing strange patterns and pictograms that were erased as soon as they were scripted. Crack! Mikey peered over the cliff that faced the lake; that was where the trail to the lake view site started. He couldn't see anyone but then he heard another crack from a branch, this time further along the trail.
I bet it's Brad' he reassured himself he's pissy about the ghost story and wants to get me back. Okay I'll play along, Halloween is meant for scares anyway.' But with each passing minute, Mikey could no longer keep up the delusion of harmless fun. He knew that all his friends would have trouble navigating the branches, rocks, and ditches in the dark and they would make much more noise than an infrequent twig snap; Brad would have definitely have tripped and sworn his head off by now. Mikey slowly got up from the ground and crept towards the woods opposite the trail entrance. This way was far more treacherous even in the day time and walking through it was banned by the Scout Masters and camp directors, but that hadn't stopped Mikey from going down there when he wasn't being supervised. He'd have to be extra careful descending in the dark, but it was better than greeting whatever was making its way up the trail.
Mikey surveyed the trail nervously, searching for any sign of its pedestrian, but he neither heard nor saw anything. Mikey slowly turned to the forested escape route only to be captivated by a small pair of yellow eyes. Mikey couldn't see any form or silhouette that give a hint as to what the creature was so Mikey couldn't tell gauge its size nor its distance from him. He was entirely sure if the thing was an animal or just a pair of floating eyes that show up in front of him before the camera cuts and the final girl finds him with his limbs shoved in his mouth.
`Dante's right. I shouldn't watch scary movies before bed.' He made shooing motions at the eyes and then waved his hands in the air in hopes of scaring away whatever the creature was. He heard another snap very close to the camp site. He jerked his head back, eyes crisscrossing the surroundings, looking for whatever had caused the sound. Not being able to see anything and not wanting to stick around see the said anything, Mikey turned to make his way down the wooded incline.
The eyes glowed bright yellow and suddenly Mikey sunk through earth up to his thigh. Mikey tried to free his legs but the ground remained stubbornly solid, despite just being loose enough to swallow his legs. While Mikey was a bit thrilled at the possibility that he was trapped by a real earth-bender, he was more concerned with the pressing matter that he was trapped. After fruitless use of brute force to escape, Mikey caved and took out his phone to call for help. Just as he unlocked his phone, he was yanked out of the earth and suspended in the air, hanging by his shirt. Mikey turned his head to thank his savior only to greet what may well be his executioner. A sack covered head on top of a giant muscled form in an eagle scout uniform stared at Mikey for what seemed like hours before slowly holding up a noose.
Mikey laughed while fighting to break free "great costume bro! It looks really good! Are you a professional actor or something?! I bet put you up to this! Very funny Brad! Are you going to the jamboree tomorrowT?! The kids will love you! You're killing it! I mean figuratively! You wouldn't actually kill anyone right? RIGHT!" Mikey was brought beside a tree and Justin hooked the noose around his neck. The dead scout dropped Mikey to the ground and tossed the rope over a branch, tugging it to test it's strength.
"I'm sorry! Whatever I did I'm sorry! I never bullied any of my fellow scouts I swear!" Justin didn't respond. Mikey didn't understand why he deserved to be killed, when most of the other boys in the story were simply raped. He didn't want to be raped but he wanted to be hanged even less.
"What did I do?!" to this Justin bent down and took his phone, showing the whimpering boy the conversation that prompted him to run in the first place. Then he remembered that Justin had killed Carl for outing him and prompting the fallen boy to drown himself. He realized that he had outed Gary to his friends, even if accidentally. His friends were planning to ridicule Gary tomorrow, but it would still be his fault.
"I'm sorry! It was an accident, I swear. I would never do anything to hurt Gary!" Mikey was crying at this point "I'll get my friends to stop! Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Justin pulled on the noose, yanking Mikey from his sitting position. He continued pulling the rope until Mikey's toes were barely touching the ground. It was hard for Mikey to breath and he couldn't even get a stable footing to manage the pressure on his neck.
Snot and spittle and tears flowed down Mikey's face "I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die! Please, I'm sorry! What did I do? I don't know what I did! I swear! I don't wanna die!" Justin pressed his phone to his face, though it was pointless as Mikey's eyes were too pregnant with tears to even see what he and C wrote. He didn't understand what Justin wanted. The thing with Gary wasn't his fault. How could he know Dante was spying over his shoulder? He hadn't betrayed anyone? He hadn't hurt anyone? Had he?
"Wait," Mikey choked through tears; Justin looked at him almost expectantly "I know what I've been doing. Give me my phone."
Justin handed Mikey the phone and eased up on the rope so he could speak easier, though he gripped the deadly string with both hands, ready to kill if he was disappointed. Mikey looked at Justin scared, but then looked at his phone terrified. He took a deep breath, knowing that he'd have to confront this eventually, but not expecting it to happen like this. He pressed the call button and put it on speaker.
After two rings "Hey what's up" a male voice came from the phone.
"Hey Carlos" Mikey said trying his best to sound like his usual overly enthusiastic self "you know the Halloween jamboree thing at the camp tomorrow?"
"You mean the one you texted me about maybe two hours ago and that you've been talking about non-stop since June? I believe I recall."
Mikey smiled at the joke "Yeah...um...would you like to go with me? I mean, I guess you would come join me since I'm already here, but you know what I mean?"
There was long pause "Is that aloud?"
"Yeah, we're actually encouraged to bring friends and family up with us."
"Okay...yeah, sure. You're not going to be the only one bringing their friend though right. I don't want to be that awkward guy who's outside the group and was brought along because someone felt bad."
"Ha. No that won't be you. Lots of people will be there. The guys are bringing their friends, their siblings, cousins,...girlfriends and...equivalent?"
Another pause "I'm not going as your cousin, Mike."
"Course not. It'd be pretty weird if I were dating my cousin right?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean lots of people are bringing lots of other people related them in lots of different ways. One of the first class scouts is bringing along his brother, his girlfriend, and the girlfriend's cousin even though he never met her. I-I mean, would it be so weird if I brought my boyfriend with me?"
A sigh came from the other end "Is this because of Gary? I'm sorry. I wasn't doing that to pressure you or anything, I legitimately got something for you."
"What?"
"A six inch dark chocolate cake from the bakery on main. The one decorated like a pumpkin and is hollowed to fit candy side."
"The "trick-or-treat surprise cake"! But they only make that for like the last week of October and they sell out, like, immediately? How'd you get it?" as Mikey talked with his boyfriend he became more relaxed and found having a regular conversation much easier; he practically forgot he was standing next to an undead killer waiting to hang on a tree.
"I ordered it in advance, which cost an extra fifteen by the way. I actually stopped by there today just in case they had one. They didn't but I picked up some stuff for you when you got home. Because what you need is more sugar."
"Oh my god! Yes! Babe, I love you so much!" Mikey remembered why he was calling and steered the conversation back to his invite "You know, I can't eat a whole cake by myself."
"Yes you can."
"I can! But I'd enjoy it much more if you ate it with me."
"I do enjoy that one cubic inch of cake you leave me," Mikey loved Carlos's humor, it meant he could be full Mikey around him, and never be loved any less "but didn't you say that you're friends wouldn't be onboard with...us?"
"No! The guys here are pretty cool! They might not understand it, but they'll be cool. Most of them anyways."
"Mikey I know why you're doing this, but you don't have to. It doesn't upset that you want to keep "us" away from scouts-"
"It does upset you! Don't lie to me! I've known it upsets you, but I didn't want to push it."
"Are you sick?"
"What? No."
"You're breaking up with me then."
"What?! No, never, why would you think that?"
"I know you Mike, you would never be this serious unless something was wrong. So what's wrong?"
"Nothing's" Mikey looked at Justin who seemed to awkwardly shuffle a bit "wrong."
"Michael."
"Fine, you got me...It's a "Groundhog's Day" sort of situation. I've actually lived this day thirty times, and now I'm trying to make amends with everyone I love. I hope this call breaks the loop, cause my last resort plan is to call my coach from middle school and tell him that I had lots of wet dreams about him and I was the one who stole his gym shorts that one time" Carlos snorted "though that wasn't for sexual reasons."
"You're ridiculous."
"But you're not, so just admit that me hiding you from my scout friends bothers you."
"Even if it does I understand why you do it. People are mean and we're going to have to deal with that, but I know that scouts is really important to you and you shouldn't mess it up because it'll make me happy."
"But you're more important to me. If I love something, I need to include you in that and that means scout. So" Mikey went to kneel and Justin obligingly gave him more slack so he could do so "will you, Carlos Mendoza, go to this day-after-Halloween Halloween Boy Scout Jamboree with me...you can't see me but I am on one knee."
The phone crackled with Carlos's laughter "Okay yes, yes. Michael Ortiz, I will go to your Halloween Jamboree with you...as your boyfriend."
"Yes! Thank you!"
"You had better be on one knee."
"I am I swear. I can do it for you again when you get here."
"That's fine. When should I get here."
"The troop is coming around at noon so you can get out here eight or nine. That way I can show you around the camp and I can introduce you to the guys, and we can hang out together. Dante and Ryan will love you and Brad sleeps in late, so everyone will be happy. Oh and then when everyone arrives we can go rowing, apple bobbing, pumpkin carving, there's a corn maze, a haunted house, and hay rides! Oh and there's this scavenger hunt thing and there's candy and stuff everywhere"
"I'm sure it will be fun. Then when we drive home we can have more fun. The kind adults have on Halloween."
"Why wait that long! There's this camp site that's kind of hard to get to but the view of the lake is so worth it. We can bring up my tent and I can wear my Summer uniform-"
"I don't know why but those shorts just do it for me."
"-and you can wear that thing I got you from Spencer's for last Halloween-"
"No."
"Come on, for me baby?"
"No it's too embarrassing."
"Only I will see it."
"You say that, then tomorrow my pants get snagged on a branch and everyone sees me in a bright orange thong with a jack-o-lantern on my crotch."
"Then I get to brag to all my friends that I'm tapping that."
"That thing does not see the light unless it is one of our rooms."
"Since I own the tent, does that count as `my room'."
"You know it doesn't."
Both young men laughed heartily for too minutes each thinking how lucky they are to be together "See you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, tomorrow."
"Alright, goodnight Mikey, see you tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you too."
Carlos clicked off and Mikey was left alone with his maybe killer. Mikey turned and saw Jason standing above him. The dead scout lifted the noose from about Mikey's neck and took a step back. Mikey stood up and looked at the noose.
"I know Carl betrayed you and everything, but you shouldn't kill someone for that. I've felt bad about that, but I can't change it if I'm dead. Come on man, you don't need that."
Justin stared at Mikey pensively before taking the loop and snapping it with little effort.
"That was pretty good rope, you could've just untied it and used it for something less murder-y. The knot wasn't even that good. It looks like Brad tied it, did Brad tie that? Was he like dressed as you, and hidden along the trail. Waiting to scare me or something?" Justin nodded "I bet it wasn't even that good. He probably just put sack over his head; no make up or mud, right?"
The dead scout nodded while Mikey laughed at the stoicism of his attempted killer turned friend. They walked down the path and Mikey told Justin about 3d graphics and PC gaming, both Batman movie franchises, her royal majesty Beyoncé and everything else he missed since 1980. After much one-sided talk, they came to the lake where Justin waved his goodbye to the friend he wished he had in life.
"Wait!" said as Justin stepped into the water. He turned to Mikey who came up to him and grabbed his sack covering. Justin gripped his hand tightly, still wary of this scout.
"Look man. I know you grew up in a shit time to be gay, but we're out now. We have support systems and friends everywhere. I was afraid of bringing Carlos here because I was scared they would hurt him and me. But even if I'm scared for us, I'm not ashamed of us. You shouldn't be ashamed either." Justin released his hand and let Mikey remove the sack that helped hide him from the world. The face was bloated, scarred, and the same grayish blue as the rest of his flesh, his hair was faded from a deep brown and lay matted and tangled with knots, and his eyes were dead and pale white. Despite these rather unsettling features, Mikey could tell Justin had been and still sort of was a fairly handsome young man.
Mikey whistled "anyone got some nails because I found a big stud right here. I guess it's true what the zombie girls say `all the hot ones are married, gay, or missing their penis'. You see without this mask on you can hook up with any vampire, werewolf, ghost, or zombie guy you want and I get a cool prop when I tell my ghost story-well, your ghost story." Justin felt his face smile, something it hadn't done since he was alive. He hugged his new friend and descended down to the lake for quiet nap, until some other intolerant scouts needed a lesson brutal lesson in acceptance.
As for Mikey, he was exhausted for once in his life but he couldn't help but feel giddy. He thought he'd be dreading the day when Carlos met his troop but he couldn't wait to see his boyfriend of three years, and though his legs hurt to much to run, he walked down the trail with bubbling happiness. Mikey stopped when he heard what he thought was growling behind him. When he turned, two bright yellow orbs flashed to life and Mikey had a flashback to when he fell through solid ground not twenty minutes ago. He put his hands up ready to fight off this creature only for it to accelerate, pull up next to him and roll down it's window. The car was a corvette that you see in shows and movies from the 50s and it was quite the sight. The car had a shine like it had just come of the assembly line and the sides and frame of the roof were painted orange, while the hood and trunk and roof were painted black. The spokes of the wheel were also painted orange. And the inside seats were leather once again striped orange and black with the hottest old man Mikey had ever seen in the driver's seat.
The old man was tanned with white hair, but he was undeniably handsome and jacked as fuck. Mikey's mouth was hanging open, wondering if this man was even real, if this car was even real, if a man like this owning a car like this was real. The man smiled to off perfectly white and shining teeth.
"Excuse me, but I'm trying to get back on the highway do you think you could show me the way?"
Mikey nodded, mouth still agape "Hop in, your legs must be tired."
Mikey obeyed and dropped Justin's mask on the floor of the car. His mouth was dry from hanging open for so long. He couldn't believe he just got in a car with some random strangers as that lesson was the cub scouts basics, but he felt easy around the man. For some reason he knew the man wouldn't hurt him. The man started driving down the trail, which didn't usually let cars through but still had to be wide enough to let through trucks and emergency vehicles and the like.
"You a boy scout?"Mikey nodded. "This your camp?"he nodded again. "Do you know where I should drop you off?" he nodded. "You don't talk much do you?" Mikey shook himself out of his trance, suddenly reminded of his personality.
"Uh, no, yeah. I do. Just keep going along this road and the lodge will come up soon. I can tell you how to get to the highway from there. Why did you come here if you were looking for the highway? How'd you even get in? Did none of my friends see you?"
"Well that's what I get for setting my GPS to take back roads and then shutting off when I got tired of hearing `calculating route' on a loop. I saw a camp was here but there weren't any cars in the lot and no one answered when I knocked on the lodge door, so I drove down here in hopes of finding someone out for stroll. What are you doing out here so late?"
"Just needed some air. My friends and I were allowed to stay here tonight. Were having a Halloween jamboree tomorrow-some last minute renovations on the camp delayed our plans-so we're going to have it tomorrow."
"You can't just change Halloween. The day is special, sacred."
"I'll have you know I eat my candy in a very sanctimonious way. It is the food of heaven after all."
The man chuckled "Sure you can put on costumes and hand out candy the next day or watch spooky movies the night before, But the day itself can't be replaced, the day when the veil between this world and others is at its thinnest. Things happen this night that can happen on no others."
"Are you in a cult?"
"Said by the kid wearing a uniform, who has to obey a guidebook written by some old men nobody knows about."
"Touche!"
"So this jamboree. Bringing anyone special. A boy perhaps."
Mikey was surprised but delighted that someone didn't assume he was straight "Yeah, Carlos. We've been going out for three years and I thought I should introduce him to my friends before I leave this year. I just really missed him tonight. Is that the power of Halloween? Making young guys horny?"
"One of them. Others aren't so pleasant. Four boys in the woods alone, isn't safe, so you all had better be careful."
Mikey paused thinking something was off but he just shook his head and continued chatting "So what are you doing for this most sacred of days?"
"Shopping."
"Wow you sure know how to get in the holiday spirit. I think my mom practices the same religion as you. Why do you need to get to the highway? NO store in your town?"
"No, there are stores, they're just...closed. But the stuff I'm shopping can't be found in just any store. I have to scour the globe to those secluded oases and hidden lands where only the deadliest, most ruthless, wicked creatures lurk."
"Wholefoods?"
The man burst out in laughter "Oh no. Not even I dare to trespass in the hunting grounds of the white suburbanite. But yes its in places like that."
"For a party or something."
"Yes, that's right. The biggest party of the year."
They chatted a bit longer before the man pulled up by the lodge. Mikey saw on the car's clock that is was about nine. Mikey gave him directions and thanked him for the ride. He then ran in to the lodge to tell his friends about Carlos.
"Guys! I got some news! Guys! Where are-" he turned to one of the couches by the entrance and saw Ryan and David sitting there stone faced; the former naked and covered head to toe in a white gooey substance and the latter shirtless with the same viscous matter dripping out of his mouth onto his chest and pants. A bat and ketchup bottle laid on the floor in front of them covered in goo.
"Hey guys. What's going on here?"
Dante turned his head to his friend "Nothing how about you?"
"Well you know that-" he reached for Justin's sack mask but couldn't find it. It must have been forgotten in the man's car "-damn. Oh well, I'll just make a new one. You know the tale of Justin-"
"No!" they both shouted.
"But, I-"
"No!" the boys looked at each other, aware of how odd they were coming off apart from their appearance.
Dante attempted to speak but hacked up more slime instead, so Ryan took over "We're just kind of done with the whole scary story thing for tonight. You know? Don't want to get Halloween-ed out before tomorrow. So let's talk about something else."
Mikey raised an eyebrow "Okay, but see-"
"C!" Dante intelligibly dribbled out.
He spat some goo on the floor and phlegmatically said "C. Catherine, tell us about her and when we get to meet her!"
Mikey cleared his throat and became serious, or at least serious for Mikey "About that, the truth is there is no Catherine, I don't have a girlfriend" he waited for a response.
Ryan spoke "that's okay man. There's no shame in not having sex or having a partner." Dante, unable to speak rubbed Mikey's back encouragingly.
Mikey steeled himself for his confession "No, C is real, but I don't have a girlfriend" he noted the confusion on his friends' faces "C is short for Carlos. He is my boyfriend. We've been going out for three years and I would like you to meet him so I invited him to the jamboree tomorrow."
"Dude that's wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! We are so happy for you. Like they say, bros before hoes and you really stuck to that! We are so happy for you man! Right Dante?" Dante was nodding furiously and fist bumping Mikey left and right. He expected that Dante and Ryan would be okay with him being gay, though perhaps a little shocked, but their reactions were uncomfortably celebratory and supportive as if they were trying super hard to prove to him that they were totally progressive and accepting.
"Guys you can calm down. It's nice and everything but you don't have to fall all over me. When he gets here just act normally. If you're not sure about something, just ask." This seemed to calm the boys and the tension in the room seemed to lift.
"So, like, who's the girl in your relationship?" Dante's question was answered with slap to the back of the head by Ryan. The two boys then nervously looked over their shoulders.
"Easy guys. It's fine, Ryan. So there's not `a girl' in the relationship, we call it bottoming and topping. A top penetrates and a bottom gets penetrated, and either guy can do either. Some guys prefer one or the other, and some guys are versatile or they like both. I usually top, but I've bottomed for Carlos before."
As Ryan and Dante listened intently, genuinely curious to the ways of their friends community, the door creaked open and all three boys gasped at the sight before them. Brad waddled in, naked and covered in slime like Ryan and mouth drooling it like Dante but unlike the other two, Brad's belly was swollen and sagging like a bulbous water balloon made of flesh. Brad waddled in and waved a weak hello to his friends. Mikey got over his initial shock and went to confront his bullheaded friend with the truth.
"Brad. I'm gay. I have a boyfriend named Carlos that I love very much. I invited him to the jamboree and he'll be here around eight." While Mikey fortified himself for the barrage of homophobic epithets, Dante and Ryan groaned, certain that Brad's response would surely bring some unwanted plague upon them again. Brad stared at Mikey with glassy eyes, his gaze not focused on anything but rather trying to gather the pieces he could discern and form a clear picture.
"Okay" Brad moaned without passion "that's nice. I'm gonna go lie down now." As Brad tottered past Mikey, beaming with glee that all of his friends were at least tolerant of his relationship, Ryan and Dante saw the bundle of oars sticking out of Brad's overstretched rectum. The quickly worked to cover Brad's shame from Mikey's view.
"Hey Mikey" Ryan said "it seems like we have a lot of cleaning to do, can you get the mops and buckets from the kitchen?"
"Sure" replied Mikey who was ecstatic to have his boyfriend meet his friends for the first time. He didn't notice Ryan and Dante struggle to pull the oars from Brad's distended anus, nor did he sea the ocean of cummy ooze cascade from his friends loose butt hole, nor did he care. The head space Mikey was in was one that could not be brought down by anything. His mood was so bright it could be seen by the wooded entrance into camp where an orange and black corvette came to a stop. Just out of range of the headlights was a small pair of yellow eyes that glowed in the dark. The eyes moved closer and closer until the light of the car revealed the form of collared black cat. The cat walked to the passenger side of the door which opened for it. The cat hopped in and the door closed. The corvette driving off into the night.
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