The car was stuffy and crammed full with bags that overflowed their contents of food, cups and plates, cutlery and insect repellent onto the laps of the passengers. Blankets were piled high to the roof of the car and the pillows had wound up underneath everybody's feet - at least there they couldn't keep falling in the way of John who was trying to drive.
The air was hot and Gerald could feel his clothes sticking to him. He reached towards the door and pressed the button to put the car windows down but nothing happened. He tried again but still nothing happened.
"Oh, the windows don't work. Sorry love," said Sarah, Dean's mother.
Dean gave Gerald a weak smile. He had invited Gerald to go camping with his family thinking it would be a good opportunity to get away from the city and spend more time together but so far things hadn't been going too well. That morning Sarah's car, a large seven-seater had broken down, the consequence being that the family and Gerald were forced to pack everything into John's much smaller car. For Dean this also meant having to sit next to his younger sister, Lillian-Rose, for the five hour journey which was a real pain. In his mind Dean had imagined sharing the backseats with Gerald and Lillian sitting at the front with their mother and father.
"Look," Sarah said, gesturing towards the air-con, "Maybe this will cool things down a bit."
The air-con jumped to life, sending a mountain of dust and warm air into everybody's faces. Sarah quickly flicked the 'off' switch and sat back in her seat.
John shook his head. "Don't bother trying it again, it hardly ever runs cold. I need to get Mike at the mechanics' to look at it..."
"We'll be there soon, another two and half hours at the most," Sarah said. She turned around in her seat and tutted, shaking her head at the boys' expression. "You two look so miserable. I'm sorry about the heat and the cramped space, but I'm sure it'll be much better once we get to the camping grounds."
"You're right, mom," Dean said, looking back at Gerald, hoping he wasn't regretting coming with Dean and his family.
"Yeah, it's not that bad anyway,' Gerald lied. "Look, Lillian's fallen asleep."
Lillian quickly opened her eyes and sat back up. "I am not sleeping! I'm wide awake, who could sleep in this heat anyway?" she said, poking her tongue out at Gerald who laughed. He had two younger twin sisters who were both seven, a year older than Lillian, and he often looked after them when his mother was working. Unlike Dean he didn't mind having Lillian along for the trip.
Within another half hour Lillian was asleep again. She had spent the morning running around, so excited for the camping trip that she'd worn herself out. Sarah was silently pleased as they were going to be quite late arriving. If her daughter hadn't used up all her energy she would probably want to go out exploring, something which Sarah didn't think would be safe in the dark and she knew how stubborn Lillian could be. She felt herself wanting to go to sleep and wondered if John would mind seeing as he had been driving all day and they'd planned to switch over around three o'clock. She realised it would be unsafe for her to drive anyway as she was already half asleep, so she let herself fall into a dream.
Dean sat in-between Lillian and Gerald and peered over Lillian's shoulder to make sure she was properly asleep. He saw that his mother had also fallen asleep and his father was concentrating on the road ahead. Dean turned to Gerald and smiled, not apologizing like he had before but not to be friendly and Gerald couldn't work out Dean's expression until he felt a hand begin to rub slowly along his thigh. Dean had one of his naughty expressions on and he laughed to himself when Gerald jumped from the sudden touch. Gerald hadn't seen Dean's hand under the blankets which had fallen onto their laps earlier and was shocked by what the hand was doing.
"Fuck off," he whispered to Dean, "You're parents will kill us if they turn around."
"They're not going to turn around, trust me."
Dean and Gerald had been boyfriends for nearly a year since Gerald turned sixteen. Most of their friends knew but neither Dean's nor Gerald's parents did and that's the way the boys wanted to keep it.
"Do you want to get caught?" Gerald whispered to Dean.
"Mum's asleep, Lillian's asleep, dad's never going to take his eyes off the road, what are you worried about?"
Dean's hand slid from Gerald thigh to his crotch. He slowly unzipped the fly of Gerald's loose denim shorts and slipped under the waistband of his underwear. Gerald could feel himself becoming hard but he couldn't enjoy the feelings coming from the Dean's hand stroking his cock.
"Just close your eyes and relax," Dean whispered slowly in Gerald's ear before lightly kissing his cheek.
Gerald did, he closed his eyes and could feel himself begin to relax and get lost in the wave of feeling which rushed over him. Dean began to pump Gerald's cock and quickened the pace as Gerald tried to keep quiet and not let any moans escape from his lips.
Suddenly Dean and Gerald's hearts skipped a beat and the boys were both thrown to the right as the car swerved towards the side of road. The car horn blasted and both boys felt their stomachs leap into their mouths as they saw the large ditch towards which the car was heading.
Sarah awoke gasping as the car horn blasted and came to a stop just beside the large ditch. Lillian began to cry, her head had hit the window as John had swerved to avoid a driver who'd been passing a truck on a bend and not bothered to think about traffic driving on the opposite side of the road.
John turned around. "Everybody alright?"
"We're fine," Dean said, answering for both himself and Gerald who had managed to bunch up a large amount of blanket over his crotch.
"What's wrong Lillian," Sarah asked, trying to comfort her daughter while still calming down from the sudden shock of being woken up by a nearly out-of-control car.
"I hit my head." The pain had subsided nearly as quickly as her head had hit the window and she didn't want to keep crying in front of her big brother. "But it's alright, mum," she said.
"Damn that dickhead, he was so close to hitting us," John said before muttering more curses under his breath. He checked both ways before driving back up onto the road. He wondered whether they should have stopped, he was still a little shaken up but he didn't want to be any later than they already were.
Gerald zipped up his shorts and stared out of the window, trying to calm down. Dean cursed himself, thinking that Gerald must be wishing he was back home. It was going to be one long weekend, Dean thought to himself.
As John carried the last of the supplies to the main tent Sarah, Dean and Gerald sat down. Lillian climbed onto her mothers lap and they watched the sea lapping at the shore. It was late afternoon and although they had arrived earlier than expected after having to change cars they didn't intend on leaving the campsite or bothering to get changed and go swimming.
"Do you want to go up to Gulls Rock?" Dean asked Gerald. "There's this awesome clearing in the bush a bit further along and a really nice piece of beach that hardly anybody knows about."
"How do you know about it, then?"
"We've been here once before. Back when I was around ten before Lillian was born. My whole family came and I went with my cousins, we found it the first day and spent practically the rest of the week down there."
"Alright, I guess so. But how far is it?" Gerald asked. He was keen on the idea of a quieter part of beach as the campsite was extremely busy but he wasn't sure he wanted to go on an hour long hike through the bush.
"Not far, maybe ten, fifteen minutes. That is, if I can remember how to get there." Dean laughed as Gerald looked at him with a worried expression on his face. "You're so cute... Hey mom, can I take Gerald up to Gulls Rock and to the beach?"
"Are you sure you don't want to do that tomorrow? It's getting late,' Sarah said, running her fingers through Lillian's long, curly hair.
"It won't be dark for quite a while, don't worry, we'll be back soon." Dean got up and pulled Gerald up from his seat on the grass outside their tent. They headed off through the campsite and up a hill, along a narrow pathway, to the top of Gulls Rock. There was a great view of the ocean and another couple were taking photos. They didn't pay any attention to Dean and Gerald as they crossed to the other side of the rock and slid down the slope into the bush.
"Do you remember where to go?" Gerald asked, he didn't want to get lost in the bush in only a pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt without any insect repellent.
"Of course I do," Dean said, taking Gerald's hand and leading him through the bush. He was surprised how easily he found the clearing and then walked towards the east side, pulling Gerald along and through the thinning bush until they came to a small strip of deserted beach.
They both lay down on the golden sand, enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Dean rolled over onto his side to face Gerald. "I'm sorry about the drive; it really wasn't supposed to be that terrible."
"Don't worry, I didn't mind too much."
"I'll make it up to you. I'll finish off what I started," Dean said, slowly moving his hand to the zipper on Gerald's shorts and pulling it down once again. This time Gerald didn't bother to look around, there was no evidence of anybody being there recently, no litter, no forgotten shoes, no sandcastles half demolished by the rising tide. He lay back and relaxed as Dean slid off both his shorts and underwear, leaving his dick semi-hard in the sun. Dean sat up and began to stroke it as he leaned it towards Gerald. His pressed his lips against his boyfriend's who was quick to return the kiss.
Dean moved to sit astride Gerald's legs. He bent down and licked the now hard shaft of Gerald's cock and Gerald let out a soft moan, letting his head fall back onto the sand. Dean rubbed his hands over Gerald's slightly defined chest; he was not overly muscled but tanned and still looked very good from his years of swimming and soccer. Dean then licked up the full length of Gerald's six inch dick before taking the head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the head and began to take more of his boyfriend's cock into his mouth. Dean began to bob up and down and he kept his tongue working the head of Gerald's hard cock as Gerald began to moan louder.
"Fuck Dean, fuck man that feels good... Ah, fuck..."
Dean reached for Gerald's balls and began to gently squeeze and fondle them as he quickened his pace on Gerald's manhood. He stopped and slowly took more of Gerald's cock into his mouth and he soon found he had more than half of Dean's hard dick invading his mouth. Dean lowered himself further but felt his gag reflexes kicked into action and he had to cough before moving back to the head. He continued to suck hard and jacked the bottom of Gerald's dick with his free hand.
"Oh yeah, fuck man..." Gerald managed to say, his eyes shut tightly and his mouth open, moaning louder as he got closer to cumming.
Dean gave Gerald's balls another squeeze as he began to take more of the cock into his mouth, determined to get it right. He'd managed to deep-throat Gerald before and he knew how good it made his boyfriend feel and he wanted him to feel good. He passed halfway once more and swallowed, the throbbing dick entering his throat.
"Oh yeah, fuck..."
Dean found a pattern of bobbing up and down, working on the head of Gerald's cock and occasionally digging his tongue gently into his piss slit which brought more moans and sounds of pleasure from Gerald. Dean would then burry the hard cock in his throat, his nose brushing against Gerald's dark pubes as he continued to massage his balls.
Dean could feel Gerald's dick grow even more in his mouth and Gerald's moans became louder, they both knew Gerald was going to cum. Gerald could feel his balls tighten and he screamed out as Dean swallowed on his cock once more, letting Gerald's cum shoot down his throat.
As his cock grew smaller Gerald pulled Dean back to his lips and tasted himself in his boyfriend's mouth. Their tongues danced together and Gerald pressed his body against Dean's, pulling his t-shirt and shorts off, leaving them lying in the sand. He rolled on top of Dean, their lips still pressed hard together and their breath coming in heavy gasps.
Gerald slowly moved down Dean's slim body, kissing his neck and across his chest before licking his left nipple. Dean groaned in pleasure, reaching over to his shorts and pulling a condom out of the pocket. Gerald wasn't surprised, he knew Dean often carried condoms and had been thinking his boyfriend would definitely have brought them on their trip away. He took the condom from Dean and pulled down his boxers. Dean's seven and a half inch cock, impressive for only sixteen, was standing to attention and Gerald took it into his mouth. Dean moaned as Gerald sucked like a pro, he was a natural cock sucker.
Gerald licked once up the shaft before rolling the condom down Dean's erection. They didn't have any lube so he took the cock into his mouth once again, covering it in his saliva.
Once Gerald had lubed Dean's cock a sufficiently as he could he sat astride his boyfriend and leaned over to kiss him once more. He ran his hands through Dean's messy brown hair and over his chest before sitting back up and positioning himself over the hard cock. He gasped as his sphincter muscle gave way and let the head of Dean's dick pop into his ass.
"Shit... Ah, fuck..." Gerald groaned as he slowly lowered himself down the length of Dean's cock. He began to rise up and pushed back down as Dean began to thrust upwards, pushing deeper into Gerald's ass.
"You're so fucking tight. That feels so good,' Dean said, licking his lips as the sun shone down, heating their skin.
Gerald's initial pain from the lack of lube had soon disappeared and as Dean's hard cock penetrated the deepest spaces inside his ass he felt waves of pleasure wash over him. His cock quickly became hard again and he quickened his pace, moaning as Dean's thrusts upwards pounded his ass.
Dean reached up and wrapped his arms around Gerald's neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. The boys breathed each other in as the sea sparkled behind them. Dean pulled out of Gerald and rolled on top of his tanned body. He pushed Gerald's legs outwards and leaned in, lining his cock up with his boyfriend's tight ass and pushing back in with full force.
"Fuck!' Gerald screamed, an expression of pain and pleasure across his face as Dean kissed his neck and slowly pulled out and thrust back into his tight hole. "Fuck me Dean, fuck me hard," Gerald moaned, his eyes longing for Dean's cock to be rammed into his ass again and again.
Dean complied and held onto Gerald's shoulders as he shoved his cock deep into his ass. He was working like a machine, the expression on Gerald's face turned him on and increased his speed and the furious force with which he pounded Gerald's ass.
"Oh yeah, fuck me Dean, I'm you're little boy-slut..." Gerald moaned. Talking dirty always turned Dean on and even as he began to sweat in the heat of the summer sun he thrust in and out faster and harder.
Gerald had begun to stroke his cock and as Dean rammed his cock deep into Gerald's ass he shot a second load onto his chest. Dean thrust as deep as he could and collapsed onto Gerald as he emptied his load, his cock buried in Gerald's ass.
Dean pulled out and lay down next to Gerald, pulling the condom off and sticking it into the wrapper which he was surprised to find still lying on top of his t-shirt.
"What are you going to do with that?" Gerald asked, eyeing the Durex package.
"There'll be some sort of bin around the campsite; I'll chuck it in there." Dean knew how Gerald was very aware of the environment and didn't like littering.
The two boys quickly got changed into their sandy clothes and sat on the beach, staring out to sea. Dean gave Gerald a quick kiss before getting up and heading into the bush, Gerald followed closely behind.
"You two took you're time," Sarah said as Dean and Gerald sat down next to her. "I'm guessing you found the beach. How was it?"
"Oh, we couldn't find it. We just sat up on Gulls Rock and talked," Dean answered.
When Sarah got up to check on Lillian, who had been making a sandcastle on the beach, Dean turned to Gerald. "It'll be our place, our own little corner of the world." Dean smiled. Gerald smiled back, he liked that idea.