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"Yeah, tell…tell Daph I'll call her later, oh, and Debbie, and I guess Dad too, if he asks…hello? Mom? Fuck!"
The battery was dead. Just in the nick of time too. I still can't stand hearing him worry about what his bastard father thinks, anyway. I looked over at him staring at the dead cell phone. "I can't believe you didn't bring the car adapter," he said.
In reality, I had. It was somewhere in the trunk. "I think I lost it," I lied. "I've got the other one. We'll charge it when we get to a hotel."
"What if we break down before that? Or worse, if we get lost in the woods!" I'm pretty sure he figured I was bullshitting him about the charger, but the slightly panicked tone in his voice kind of surprised me.
First stop on our trip was going to be a little walk through Cook Forest State Park, and camping out a night there. It was something Michael and me did a lot when we were kids and I really wanted Justin to experience it too.
"Are we planning on getting lost?" I asked. "Phone's not gonna work in the middle of the fucking woods anyway."
"It won't?" He really sounded nervous and it was then I knew our woodlands adventure was going to prove to be more than just an ordinary night of camping. I tried really hard not to smirk, but it made me think of that night Mikey and I thought we saw the fucking Jersey devil. I was higher than a kite and Michael was as usual somewhere out in the stratosphere. His eyes were opened so wide he looked like Shaggy from a fucking Scooby Doo cartoon. He swore he'd seen two red eyes and a dark "shape" watching him take a piss behind a tree. He thought it'd been me fucking with his head, but the scary part was, I really thought I'd heard something too. He was crying, 'Brian cut it out…it isn't funny anymore' and I was psyched. I wanted to find the thing, bag it, take it home and put it on the fucking mantel with the rest of the Novotny Kitsch Kollection. He ended up running back to the car and begging me with tears streaming down his face to take him home.
I was sure it'd be different for Justin, though. Justin has way bigger balls than Michael. A few strange noises in the dark weren't going to be enough to shake that kid. And what's a bigger turn on than danger and impending death?
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"Do you have ANY idea where we are?" Justin asked once we'd been walking for a good forty-five minutes.
"Pretty much." I stopped and turned around. "We came from that direction," I explained, pointing that way, "and now we're going THIS direction," I pointed forward.
I passed him and walked ahead a ways, but apparently he was stopping. "Pretty much? Where's the map? Didn't you have a map?" he called after me.
I turned back around and showed him my empty hands. "A map? Who maps the fucking woods?"
"People do!" he yelled, dropping to his knees and ripping open his backpack. "People who don't wanna get eaten by bears…or-or serial killers!" I watched him dig through his bag frantically and honestly tried hard not to crack up. "Where's my fucking compass??" he mumbled. "I can't believe you don't know where we are!"
I walked back to where he was and squatted in front of him. "Hey," I said, but he was still rifling. I grabbed his hand and said it again. "Hey!"
Finally, he looked up, showing me how honestly freaked he was. "We're fine," I told him. "We're only about a mile from the car. Maybe two." I kissed him on the mouth, hoping it would help reassure him.
Standing back up, I offered him my hand so he could do the same. "Yeah but…" he started, but I pulled him in close, pressing my crotch into his. That always shuts him up - that, and of course, kissing, which I also did, for a long, long time.
"Now, what was that you were talking about before? Something about...eating?" I slid down his back to his ass and squeezed while I sniffed at his neck.
"I brought marshmallows," I heard him say.
"Mmmnot that kinda eating..." I explained, and began to lick at the skin on his neck.
He rocked his hips back and forth. "Mmmyou're just trying to distract me from our impending deaths."
"Mmmmmstop talking about death," I teased and pushed my tongue into his mouth. "Gonna make me come," I whispered.
He giggled while we kissed. "You're such a freak!"
"And you…love it." I pushed on his ass and resumed the kiss, hoping to relax him enough to put him at ease. But just when I thought I had him lulled, suddenly he jumped out of my arms and about a foot off the ground.
"Jesus!" I swore, while trying to regain my balance from when Justin pushed away from me.
"What the fuck was that?" he whispered frantically, looking from side to side. "Brian, did you hear that?"
His eyes were huge and I'd almost have called him "Mikey" had he not had his damn thumbnail between his teeth. I can't laugh at him when he's doing that, can't tease him. I pulled him gently back into my arms and pressed my mouth to his ear. "We need to get you off, you are far too uptight." He relaxed into my arms again and leaned his head
against my mouth even more.
"You've never done it in the woods," I whispered, licking down his jaw line, "in the dark…in the deathly...quiet"
"Mmmmmm…I've never BEEN in the woods, in the dark," he said, already starting to tense up again, but his hard on growing quite nicely. I dropped a hand to his ass and pushed him into me. "Ughmmm…I don't think I like it," he whimpered.
I chuckled deep in my throat and kissed him. "Well then, it's a real treat, isn't it? Besides, We'd never make it back to the car before night falls, so...we've got no other choice but to stay here."
I leaned in to kiss him again but he fucking backed away again. "I thought you said it was just a mile," he complained.
"Or so," I shrugged and forced his lips back to mine.
"Mmmmph…we could run," he mumbled between kisses, "if you knew the way..."
I shrugged again. Couldn't believe he still believed I didn't know where we were. I pulled the sleeping bag off of my shoulders and tossed in on the ground. But Justin wasn't through worrying yet, I guess, because he tossed his bag down and huffed.
"God, this is like the Blair Witch Project."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Fucking waste of two hours of my life, that movie was. I had a letter all ready to mail to the production company, demanding my money back plus compensation for mental anguish.
"You're like that crazy girl who just wouldn't let it go," he whined.
My back stiffened. "I am not like that crazy cunt, so shut the fuck up and gather some sticks."
"Well then you're like the guy who threw the map in the river like a giant retard, and I'm the normal guy who got killed first" he proclaimed, waving his hand like he was auditioning for Hamlet, "…who died for his art."
I glared at him. "There was never a map, and you're nothing even resembling normal. In fact, you're more insane that the serial killers we're sharing the woods with tonight." He hesitated just moment and then must have finally realized how ridiculous he was acting. He started picking up sticks, even though it was with half-assed effort.
Smoothing out the sleeping bag I couldn't help to smile, thinking about how awesome it was really gonna be to fuck him out here. Out in the open, and away from civilization. He was all mine, he couldn't go anywhere out here, he was stuck with me. Lucky little fucker.
"Here's your sticks," Justin said, and dropped about a handful of twigs near the foot of the bag. "S'that enough?"
I rubbed my neck and sniffed. "Not quite. What the hell kind of Boy Scout are you?" I asked jokingly and got up to finish what I thought was a simple enough task.
"The kind they throw out," he laughed and plopped himself on the sleeping bag, wasting no time tearing into his bag of giant marshmallows.
Didn't take me long and I had a really killer flame going. It had been a long time, but I guess I still had the knack for setting things on fire. Which gave me an excellent inspiration to break into the stash of joints I'd rolled, just for the occasion of this pilgrimage. The final supply of weed; purchased before the fall of the Great Nation that had once been My Life.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Justin asked as I got the joint lit and took that first sweet hit. I let the feeling of it wash over me before even thinking about the answer to that ostensibly harmless question.
"My dad," I said as exhaled. "Used to go camping when I was a kid, on holiday weekends and that. Before he started disappearing for weeks at a time, that is," I laughed bitterly.
He looked at me with that pathetic pitying face and I shoved the cigarette in it. Wasn't asking for sympathy. Time to change the subject. "Then it was Mikey and me, spending drug-induced nights in the woods. Fucking-a that was fun," I laughed and let Justin feed me another hit. "One night we even saw the fucking Jersey Devil," I choked out.
"The Jersey who?"
"The Jersey Devil. No fucking way you've never heard of the Jersey Devil." Where the hell had this kid been? Guess that's what happens when you've got a fag hag for a best friend instead of a guy.
"Isn't that a hockey team or something?" he asked, lying back on the sleeping bag.
I laughed out loud, my voice echoing through the now very dark woods. I propped myself on one elbow and hovered over his face, leaning down for a hit kiss. When I pulled back he was smiling, looking totally relaxed and content. My favorite look.
"Well?"
I must have been staring too long. He was waiting for the story. One more hit. Had to make this good. I put on my best storyteller voice, the one that used to give a teenaged Mikey goose bumps, and began the tale. "See there was this woman, back in the 18th century. And she was pregnant for the thirteenth time…"
He snorted and pushed at my chest. "Oh of course, 'thirteen'," he mocked, rolling his eyes.
The voice must have been working on him too. Already. "You wanna hear the story or not?"
"Okay-okay-okay, I'm listening," he giggled.
I leaned down closer, putting my chin on his shoulder and speaking directly into his ear. "Well, because it was that evil number, she proclaimed that the it "might as well be a devil as a child." He snorted again, but I could feel his body quivering. "And as soon as she'd said it, the demon child flew out of her womb and into the woods, cursing his bitch
of a mom the whole way."
"Are you sure this isn't the story of your birth?" the little shit asked, but with a shaky voice.
"Believe me or don't. But they say it, and others like it roam every forest in the world, teasing and torturing unsuspecting humans for sport, until they eventually die of fright." I blew lightly into his ear and he shuddered. "So, we were in the woods one night," I whispered even quieter, "and it was sooooo still, like it is now, and pitch black. Suddenly Mikey goes, 'what's that??' I looked where he was pointing, and there were these two red glowing lights. And then…they moved! And they moved again, to the side of us. We just sat on the sleeping bag for about a minute and then there was this awful howling sound and this thing…JUMPED out of the trees!"
Justin jumped too when I raised my voice. He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to appear cool and calm, but laughing uncomfortably. "I bet Michael pissed his pants, huh? And it was probably just a car or something, huh…?"
I shook my head slowly "It was a definitely human shaped thing, all skinny and hairy. Two beady red glowing eyes. It might have had a tail. We grabbed our shit and the fucking thing chased us all the way to my car. We drove home so fast, and when we got to Deb's, there was a big scratch on the side of the car, like from a claw."
"What?? You're so full of shit!" He laughed and pushed me flat down on the ground.
Okay, maybe that last part was a bit too urban legend, but it seemed to work for Justin. "I am fucking dead serious. Call Mikey and ask him yourself."
"I would, if we had a fucking phone!" he scoffed playfully.
I got up to go take a leak, but he grabbed my hand. "Wait, where are you going?"
"Gotta pee. Want me to do it where you're gonna lay your sweet head?"
"Just…don't go too far. Y-you might get lost again."
I took care of business and by the time I got back, Justin had balled himself up inside the sleeping bag, his blond mop just visible over the top of it. I fished around my pockets for my cigarettes and discovered I had one of those give away laser pointers. The wheels in my head, impaired as they were from the pot, began to spin in overdrive. I hid behind a
nearby tree.
First I threw my voice, making as awful of a wailing noise as I could produce.
He popped out of the bag and grabbed his flashlight, swinging it around frantically. I swallowed my laughter.
"Brian???!! Brian, where are you?"
I kept as still as he was, trying to listen closely. I walked behind him to another tree, making as much of a rustling as was possible.
"BRIAN!! Dammit, answer me!"
I made the wailing noise again and he gasped. That's when I flashed the laser in the direction he was looking, reflecting it off a tree. His chest and shoulders was rising and falling rapidly. He shined the flashlight in the direction of the red light and I shut it off, then let it shine somewhere else.
"Fuckshitshitshitshitshitfuck, Brian…" His voice was starting to sound really strained and when he fished my switchblade out of my bag I figured that was probably enough. I didn't wanna end up being a causality. I walked back to the direction I'd originally gone in order to return and the rustling must have freaked him out even more.
"BRIAN!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??!!
"Right here, why?" I said calmly from behind.
He screamed and flew around, tossing the knife in the air, the blade not drawn.
"Well it's a fucking good thing one of us is a man."
"Jesus Christ where the fuck were you?!
I shined my own flashlight on him and that's when I really started to feel bad. He was panting still, and wiping tears from his face. My own heart started to race. I really hadn't meant to make him cry. I turned off the flashlight so I didn't have to see it and flashed the laser on him.
"Was that you?? You fucker!"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't think you'd…"
He plopped down on the sleeping bag with his back to me. I joined him and tried putting an arm around him. "C'mere, I'm sorry."
He pushed my arm away. "God you're such a fucking prick!! What the fuck is wrong with you??"
I rubbed his back, but couldn't keep myself from laughing. There was something…charming about his fear and vulnerability. "I really didn't think you'd get that freaked. S'okay, s'okay, it was nothing."
He whipped around and really shoved me hard and stood up. "It's not fucking funny!"
I cleared my throat and bit my cheek. "I know, I'm sorry." He was pissed at me, but too afraid to walk more than a foot away from me. "Jesus, lighten up, you're not gonna die in the woods." I grabbed his calf. "I wouldn't let you die."
"No, you'd rather scare me to death then let somebody else do it."
I let go of his leg and grabbed the bag of marshmallows. I'd fucked this one up, I think. Justin sat down on the far end of the sleeping bag and pulled his legs up to his chest, his back to me. He poked at the fire and I stuffed two marshmallows into my mouth before remembering how much I loathed the things.
After awhile I couldn't take the silence. I tapped his ass with my foot. "S'matter? Not having fun anymore?"
"Not at the moment."
"Should we turn back and send you home to your mommy's? We're not that far from her…"
"Oh shut the fuck up, you proved your point already."
Finally I was able to stop. Sometimes I don't know what keeps me going. I should have kept my hole shut about fifteen minutes ago, but sometimes, I dunno, it's like I get possessed. I gotta let it out. Even though I know he was pissed. I know I should just leave it and let him be pissed, but…I don't want him to be.
I kept waiting for him to finally turn his head and tell him how I could fix it. Or just let me have it. Finally, I couldn't stand it again. I tapped his ass. "Hey. Hey, I'm sorry, all right? I thought…I thought you could take it."
"Ugh, God, Brian, everything you say just fucking makes it worse!"
I sighed heavily. Fuck. How was I going to fix this? I couldn't have him being angry the whole night. I still wanted to fuck him.
"You know my old man used to say that spending a night in the woods could make a man out of anybody."
"Well I guess he was wrong," he pouted
"Night's young…" I said, trying to sound seductive, and rubbed at his lower back with my toe.
"Oh, great, what else are you gonna do to make me feel stupid?"
"Nothing, nothing! Honestly. Justin, I didn't think you were gonna freak out that much."
"Yeah, I get it! I'm an even bigger pussy than you thought, congratulations."
I groaned. "I don't think you're a pussy."
He sniffed, but after a few seconds sighed and lay back down next to me. He turned and looked at me eventually and asked, "Do you know where we are?"
"Pennsylvania."
He sighed again. "I'm giving you a chance to not be a complete shit here. So I can decide whether I wanna talk to you anymore."
"Oh well in that case," I started, grabbing the flashlight and shining it on my face, below my chin, "Yyyyyyyyyyyyyesssssssss!"
"Really?"
"Jesus, what the fuck did I just say?"
He shook his head like I oughtta know better or something, but in the glow of the flashlight I saw a more relaxed smile.
"Did you torment Michael in the woods too?"
I flashed him an evil smile. "Mmmmmaybe just a little bit." I took a chance and leaned in to kiss him. This time he pulled me closer. "I tease, because I care."
He laughed quietly and kissed me this time, and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm touched. Really."
We kissed again and after awhile I tugged at the fly of Justin's jeans and stuck my hand inside, working his dick and his balls until he was hard.
"Ughhhmmmmyou're really lucky I didn't have an asthma attack."
I pulled his pants and underwear all the way off. "You don't have asthma." I dropped my head down to his cock and licked the tip. "Do you?"
"Mmmmmwell, I've got bad allergies..."
"Jesus, you really are a princess," I said, as though I didn't already know it, as though it annoyed me.
He turned on his side and helped me off with my jeans, his cock twitching when he saw I had no underwear on. "This one time when I was little, I got attacked by bees. I almost hyperventilated to death. Really." He dipped his head down and swallowed my dick whole.
"Ughhhhhhh…lemme guess, not one of them stung you," I groaned.
He popped his head back up. "Nope. Not a one. I was at my nana's house, she almost had a heart attack, too"
I ruffled his hair. 'Nana'…
"Again with the death talk," I teased and pushed his head back down.
Instead he moved up close to my face. "You get turned on hearing about my nana's bad heart? Wanna hear about grandpa's prostate cancer?"
I tried to play it cool, but ended up laughing so hard with him I started to cough.
"Careful, you might choke to DEATH!"
"Well hurry up and get your mouth on my cock, we can go together," I said, once I'd regained some composure. "Now THAT would be romantic."
I pulled Justin's now naked body on top of mine, making sure our cocks were touching. "Mmmme choking to death on your dick?" he laughed, then shrugged. "Guess there's worse ways to go."
I grabbed his ass and pressed him into me, thrusting upward at the same time. He followed suit and began to move his body up and down. Felt so good to be like this, be this close, feel his skin on mine, hear him moan when I'd moan, hear him sigh my name, almost involuntarily.
"Doesn't anything give you the creeps?" he asked, just as I was losing myself in the sensations.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhm…nope," I answered honestly and moved my hands to his hips, digging my fingers into that perfect ass of his.
"Some scary movie that freaked you out," he persisted and I wondered what it was that made him get tenacious right when we were gonna have sex.
"I don't recall, Mister Senator…" I sighed, and pressed all my fingers between his cheeks, hoping to distract him.
"Mmmph…Psycho. Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Halloween!"
I shook my head. I was so stoned when I saw all three of those movies that I had no chance of being the slightest bit freaked out. Pot sometimes had an annoying way of making things MORE clearly instead of deadening anything. I tried bringing his lips to mine, but he got another idea. "Or, wait! Oh! What about that one with the disembodied
hand that played piano? What was that again?"
"You mean Thing from the Addams Family? Oh yeah that was real scary."
"No-no, it was a movie. Well, I guess they got the idea from that…but, there was a scene where it crawled up this girls back-God, it was so spooky."
I smiled, swallowing a laugh for fear of getting into trouble again. I walked my fingers up his back. "Like this?"
"No, more like this," he said and drummed his fingers up my chest and onto my shoulders.
"Oh yeah, spooky." I grabbed his hands and laced my fingers in his, reaching up to lick his pouting bottom lip.
"Clowns!" he exclaimed, interrupting yet another kiss. "You cannot tell me that clowns don't freak you out, everyone's scared of clowns."
"Not any scarier than drag queens."
He twisted his mouth. "Good point. Well, there's gotta be something. "I'm gonna find
it, and scare the bejesus out of you."
"Right," I laughed. "Good luck. Hope you find it."
I kissed his neck and he sucked at mine. Our hips settled into a rhythm, rubbing our cocks into each other, getting faster and faster, and feeling the moisture build up on our bodies, Justin's body sliding more easily up and down my chest, his nipples scraping my skin, mine scraping his, his panting breath blowing into my hair, hearing his little grunts, watching his back arch when I pressed my fingers into the cleft in his ass, his hair growing damp on the ends, flopping all over, and then just pushing and rubbing and pressing and…
"Ooh, I know!"
I opened my eyes again and let out the breath I was holding. "What!?"
Then the little fucker reached down between us and grabbed my dick and I didn't have time to hold my breath again to keep from letting out a whimper. "Immm….po….tennnce…"
Oh fucking hell. "Not afraid of that," I grunted out, "S'not gonna happen."
"Well, maybe you should be," he said, stroking me idly, "You are starting to get into the danger zone."
"Danger zone...? What the fuck ever." I couldn't believe he was even thinking that would ever afflict me.
"They say that once you hit thirty-five it's inevitable."
I sighed. "Well that may be true for the average male," I thrust into his hand and kissed him, "but I think you would agree...I'm far above average."
"It happened to Frank Sinatra."
Whose idea was it to bring him on this trip? "Didn't realize that you and the chairman were such good buds."
"I was reading about it in this biography of Marilyn Monroe."
"Jesus, if we weren't already certain you were a fag..."
"I had to read it for school!"
"Marilyn Monroe."
"Cultural Studies. She's an icon," he explained, as though I couldn't have made the connection on my own.
"So your teacher was a fag."
"Obviously. My point is: even Frank couldn't get it up. So, if it could happen to him..."
"It *isn't* going to happen to me."
"I'm sure that's what Frank said." He let go of my cock and braced himself so that he could grind against me again.
"Yeah, well he was a putz," I told him and met his thrusts. "A seh…second rate actor," I grunted, "and nnnnnnot that grreat a singer."
"He fucked like, ten zillion girls though," he laughed and humped me harder. "Ughhhhand probably Sammy Davis, Junior. S'just the ravages of age... your body starts to betray you."
My orgasm was building fast this time and I could hardly process what he was talking about anymore. "Ughhhffffffuck…yy-youuuu…"
"We'll see if you can in ten years..." is the last thing he said before I couldn't take it anymore. I flipped him over and drove my dick into him so hard he ended up with bruises on his hips. I kissed him hard, gnashing my teeth into his lips. And I think I was growling, but it was hard to hear even myself at that point.
I know we both screamed like we were being murdered when we came, but I don't recall falling asleep.
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