Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 22

This story is a collaboration by myself and another writer who contributed
greatly his talent and ideas.  If you liked the story---or if you
didn't---we would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com and
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		       Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked

			    Chapter Twenty-Two

We woke up early on Monday and took a cab to the airport.  We caught one of
the little island hoppers over to St John.  The flight was quick and easy.
Once we landed we took a cab to the little shop where I'd rented the
camping stuff from a friend of Captain's.  We caught a bus to the entrance
of the National Park.  It took less than two hours until we were standing
with one of the Park Rangers and discussing our proposed route. The woman
gave us some maps and other information before we set off.

We chose a route that would take us close to the ocean but avoid the
popular beaches.  There were abandoned sugar mills along the way, leftovers
from when the island had been mostly sugar plantations.  The first part of
the hike was grueling as the sun was up and the ocean breezes didn't reach
far into the hilled forest.  We went up and up, not talking much but
pointing things out once in a while.  Bugs, reptiles, strange plants and
animals were the only thing that took our concentration from the physical
aspect of the hike.

At one point I pulled slightly ahead of Jack.  I came to a break in the
trail at the top of a sheer hillside where I could see down to the ocean.
A white beach curved below me, embracing a small inlet.  The water was a
brilliant blue-green and clear enough that I could see the bottom even from
the height of my vantage point.  The sky was clear but dark clouds brewed
far off on the horizon.  It was stunning and I froze to take it all in.
The green of the forest and the blue of the sky and sea seemed abnormally
bright and electric, creating new colors that would be called extra-green
and extra-blue in my mind.

A gentle breeze drifted up the hillside and something strangely familiar
caressed my skin.  Somehow, I knew, Justin was there with me.  I'd never
admitted it to anyone, barely acknowledged it myself, but occasionally I
felt him with me, like the night of his funeral when I'd stayed in the
cemetery.  I'd be on the boat or at home staring out at the ocean or just
zoning out on the endless waves and that feeling would nibble at my brain.
It was like a touch I didn't feel on my skin but my mind felt it anyway.
Now I was sure he took in the magnificent view with me.  It made me both
sad and happy to think of him enjoying it but I had to believe that he was
looking down on me--on us--with approval.  A moment after it ended Jack
rounded the last corner of the trail and came to stand beside me without a
word.

Though we hadn't spoken of Justin since moving to the islands except in the
most roundabout of words, I turned to Jack and said, "It's beautiful, isn't
it?  I wish Justin was here to see it, too."  His face hardened and I
watched the muscle in his jaw tick.

"Wherever he is? I believe he can see it," Jack said while staring out to
the horizon.  I couldn't look away from him, felt his pain like grasping
fingers inside my chest.

"Yeah," I sighed.  I kept my own feelings and doubts to myself.  Though I
believed Justin was in a better place a small doubt lingered in my mind.
Feeling him and knowing he was near at times left me happy but I was still
concerned that he hadn't moved on.  It was selfish to cherish those moments
because I worried that I was holding him back in some way, drawing him back
with my thoughts.  If only I didn't think about him so much, because I
always wondered if our thoughts drew us together.

I continued to watch Jack, saw the moisture in his eyes and his fierce
determination to hold it all in check.  I wished for some way to make it
better for him but the man had lost his only son.  He had referred to me as
his son but I didn't fool myself into believing there was some way I could
heal him.  I took his hand and held it, offering the only support I could
give. He had his grief and I had mine.  We were coming from different
places but our grief always met in the middle.  We could share it but we
could never shoulder it for one another.  I felt a flash of guilt that I
wished we could just be without it but that would mean forgetting about
Justin.

"Let's go," Jack said when it felt like we'd been standing there for hours.

The next part of the hike was downhill and we followed the trail to a
deserted little beach.  We arrived just as the sun was setting, the hike
taking longer than we'd expected.  I set up camp barely a dozen yards from
the shoreline while Jack cooked us a hearty meal of canned chili on the
portable burner.  We had a tent and I set it up but there was also a folded
canvas hammock in with the gear I'd rented.  I looked into the sky and saw
that the clouds we'd seen earlier were moving in and I figured it would
rain that night.  I packed the hammock away for another night.

We ate then pulled off our clothes to wash in the ocean.  We swam and
relaxed for a long time, long after the sun had set.  We dried one another
before we climbed into the tent.  We laid atop the one sleeping bag I'd put
out.  Jack groaned when I moved over him.

"Sorry, that hike took more out of me than I expected," he said into the
dark.

"Roll over," I told him.  I found his back and dug my fingers into his
shoulders, earning a deep groan.

"Yeah, Kenny," he slurred.  I worked my way down to his thighs and feet.
"Guess I don't have the endurance I used to," he said at one point.

"You've been letting yourself go, old man," I joked.

"I feel old, right now."

I wished I could see his face to gauge the odd sound behind his words.

"Just relax and I'll take care of you."

"Yeah, baby, take care of me," he whispered.  The little endearment that he
almost never used had me leaning closer and kissing his back.  I was soon
rewarded with a soft snore.  I laughed softly to myself and laid down
beside Jack.  I wasn't too disappointed as I fell asleep seconds later.

In the morning we broke camp quickly after taking another dip in the warm
ocean.  Jack was an experienced camper while my own experience amounted to
cabins, hotels and summer camps where everything was provided.  Jack was
only too happy to guide and teach me while we worked, making sure to get
close and touch me at every opportunity; a hand on my shoulder or on my
butt for encouragement.  I waited for him to start something but once we
were ready we got back on the trail.

The second day was easier going over more level ground.  We passed some of
the abandoned sugar mills and stopped to take pictures.  We'd both shed our
shirts along the trail.  I set the camera on a low stone wall that was
crumbling into the vegetation and fixed the timer.  I scrambled back to
Jack who was positioned in front of one of the mills.  He put his arm over
my shoulder and mine went behind his back as we smiled into the camera.  It
was a great shot of the two of us.  Later, after we got back, I printed the
picture and had it framed.

We stopped for a quick lunch of trail mix at a small pool along a trickling
stream.  We were both pretty rank so I talked Jack into skinny dipping with
me.  Of course it led to a quick spit-lubed fuck in the thigh-deep water.
Jack barely got me opened up before he shoved that big cock of his into my
ass.  It didn't take either of us too long to cum, me popping first. I
joked that we fed the fish as small torpedoes of cum slithered through the
water.  We washed each other.  I did my best to push all Jack's cum out of
me so I wouldn't be leaking it the rest of the day.

We made the next campsite early, in the late afternoon, and had plenty of
time to set up.  The weather looked good so I strung the hammock as well as
setting up the tent.  We were close to another beach so we went down to the
water before eating.  Realizing there weren't any other people we stripped
down and dove in.  The swim turned into a game of grab-ass that left us
both hard.  I pulled Jack out of the water by his hand but when we reached
the camp he started preparing dinner.

"Jesus, Jack, you're going to make dinner?"  I pushed my hips toward him
and squeezed my hard cock when he looked at me.

"Settle down, kid, we'll get to it but I'm starving."

I grumbled under my breath but pulled out the sleeping bag and laid it over
the hammock.  I eased into it and tested my weight.  I had to retie it
higher on the trees so it wouldn't sink down to the ground.  By the time I
finished our dinner was ready.  We sat side by side on the hammock and ate.

"You think it'll rain tonight?" I asked.

"Nah? well, maybe.  But we can sleep in the hammock.  I'd like that."  He
smiled at me with a wink and dug back into the food.  I ate mine thinking
about how I'd like it, too.

I helped Jack with the dishes down at the beach and we watched the sky
light up in different colors with the setting sun.  I discovered the appeal
of being naked that nudists must have, leaning against Jack in the fading
light without any barriers between us.  We linked hands before trudging
back to our campsite. Once there Jack put the stuff away before I dragged
him into the hammock with me.

"Easy, kid, we have all night," he said before kissing me.  I reached for
his cock but he stopped me.

"What are we going to do then?" I whined, pulling my hand back.

"I don't know.  Maybe I can tell you a bedtime story?" he asked with a
teasing grin as he settled in.  I positioned myself beside him, laughing.

"A naughty story?" I asked and tried to grab his hard cock again.  He
stopped me just like before.

"How about we make a rule?  Hands above the waist.  Whoever breaks first
gets fucked?"

I rolled my eyes at him and smiled.  "Well, hell," I groped his cock.

"Alright," he laughed.  "You know what you want, I'll give you that much."
He took my hand in his and put it on his chest.  "Whoever breaks first
doesn't get fucked.  How about that?"

I gave him my best death-glare but couldn't hold it for long, smiling back
into his laughing eyes.  "Fine!  But I won't break first," I promised.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," he told me before he kissed me.
It was a searing kiss, all open mouths and thrusting tongues, that left us
both panting.  When my mind cleared I was so horny I knew I needed a plan
if I wanted to get him to fuck me.

"Do you remember that first time you fucked me?" I asked.  I didn't give
him a chance to do more than grin and nod before I continued, "That was so
hot.  I was sure you were going to arrest me, especially after I realized
you'd seen me getting fucked at both ends by the whole baseball team."  As
I spoke I stroked his chest and belly, never venturing too low.

"Shit, that was a crazy night.  At first I thought you guys had snuck in a
girl and I was so pissed.  Mmmm, yeah, Kenny."  I played my fingertips
along his nipples.  "Then I saw your feet.  One of the boys had your feet
on his shoulders, you were on the couch, and another one was on your chest.
I couldn't see who it was under those two guys but when I saw your big ole
feet I knew it wasn't a girl."

"You ate my ass, no one had ever done that - not like you did, it made me
so hot.  All I could think about was how you were tasting all those guys'
loads, even Justin's."  We were laying in the hammock side by side, sort of
turned toward each other from the dip in the middle and our hard cocks
sparred between us.  My left arm was beneath Jack's head and his right arm
was half under my back so the palm of his hand held my lower back.  We used
our free arms to touch and feel.  When I said Justin's name I looked into
Jack's eyes to be sure it was okay.

"You can say his name, kid.  We should talk about him, Justin was a huge
part of both our lives.  He's? he was my son."  It was all the
encouragement I needed.  I still had an objective to pursue, namely Jack's
thick cock in my itching ass.

"You remember that time you fucked me?  When you used the handcuffs?"

"MMmhmm," he growled into my armpit.  His tongue reached out and licked
along the rim.

"Fuck, Jack, that was so hot.  When you had my hands cuffed behind my back,
on my knees with my face in the blanket and my ass in the air.  It was
scary and exciting at the same time.  You had me right where you wanted me.
You could've done anything to me.  Anything, and nothing I could do about
it."

"You liked that?" he asked as he leaned over to playfully bite my nipple.

"Jesus, Jack, easy, easy."  I had to breathe deep a few times to get my
brain off the feel of his lips on me.  "Yeah I liked it, Jack.  I loved it.
Wanna do it to you, too.  Get you cuffed up and at my mercy."  His skin
felt so good under my hand, the crinkly hair and hard muscles beneath the
warm flesh.  I couldn't get enough of it.

"What would you do with me?" he asked against my chest.  His voice was all
husky and deep, giving me a clue of what he thought of being helpless for
me.

"I'd fuck the shit out of you.  But first, I'd drive you crazy.  I'd taste
every inch of your body except your cock.  I'd eat your hole out and play
with your ass, finger you until you were begging.  Then, just to fuck with
your head, I'd climb up and ride your cock.  Get us both close until our
dicks are so hard it hurts.  Then I'd flip you over and mount you, shove my
cock way in hard and make you take it.  I'd fuck you for hours, until I
couldn't take anymore of your tight, hot hole.  Then I'd fill you so deep
with my cum that you'd feel it sloshing around inside you for days."

Jack had stopped to watch me while I talked, his blue eyes riveted to my
face with lust.  "Christ, kid, I've always said you'd kill me one of these
days."  He met my lips in a kiss with his tongue, just enough to get a
taste, before withdrawing.  "What else, Kenny?  What else would you do with
me, I mean anything?"

"Jack," I said and pushed back on his shoulder so he was beside me again,
not above me.  "You know what I'd do?"  He nodded eagerly.  "I love how
your tits are so sensitive, like they're hardwired to your cock?," I
reached out and tweaked one, making his cock pulse.  The move earned a moan
of approval.  "I'd have them pierced, or one of them, maybe this one."  I
pinched the hard little nub of his right tit.  "I'd play with it all the
time, just brush it when I walk by, under your shirt.  Like a pretty little
on-switch for when I wanted you."  I leaned forward to lick at the nipple
before sucking on it.

"Yeah, I could do that for you, Kenny, have one pierced."  He groaned and
held my head to his heaving chest.  I pulled off and sucked his bottom lip
then pushed my tongue into his mouth while I used my fingers to toy with
his swollen nips.  "Wait?, wait," he gasped.  "Getting too close."  I
pulled back and watched him with a proud smile.  I was getting into this
game.

"What would you do to me, Jack?  If you could do anything with me, I mean,
don't you have any secret fantasies?"  I leered down at him.

"Gimme a sec," he said, still panting lightly.

"What would you do that we haven't already done together?"  I couldn't
think of anything but I was anxious to hear if Jack had any ideas that he
hadn't shared..

"I do have this thing? but it would probably freak you out," he started
hesitantly.

"Tell me," I told him eagerly.  I was dying to hear what could make Jack so
uncertain and I prepared myself not to be shocked.

"I'd like to make a video of the two of us, fucking."  He was almost
bashful.

"Come on, Jack, there's more, give it up," I encouraged him.

"Well, there is more to it.  We could make the video and, you know, you
showing off your cocksucking skills.  Then me fucking you real good.
Before I met you I used go on this one website where people could post
their amateur porn videos.  I'd like to put our video on there, in the Dad
and Son section."  I let his words fill my mind and imagined it.  "You
think it's crazy, huh?"

I choked up.  There it was again, dad and son.  I couldn't answer him for a
moment.

"You don't like the idea," he said.  "Hey, what's the matter?  There you go
again, puckering up?  What'd I say wrong this time?"

I shook my head as I fought down the emotions welling up inside me.  "You
didn't say anything wrong, Jack.  You said the most right thing I could
ever imagine; you've said it twice now."

"What?"

"You've referred to us as dad and son."

"Well?.I?.I've been a dad for so long, it just comes natural.  I hope you
don't mind."

"No, I don't mind at all.  I'm sort of touched by it, I just don't know if
I should be."

"Why shouldn't you be?" he said.  "Kenny, you're not going to take Justin's
place.  Nobody can ever do that.  But you can fill the hole he left in my
life."

"I've hoped I could do that to some degree," I said.

"Well, then?.."  He ruffled my hair.  "You never said what you think of my
idea."

"I think it's making me hot to fuck in front of a camera," I told him. "How
would we do it?"  His whole body relaxed at my words and I hadn't realized
how tense his admission of his fantasy had made him.

"We'd set up a camera and record the two of us doing what we do all the
time.  Then I'd post it and anyone in the world could watch it."

I rolled completely onto Jack, between his legs, and humped my hard cock
against his.  "Holy shit, anybody in the world, watching me get fucked by
you and seeing how much I love it. That would be so fucking hot.  All those
guys watching and jerking off to us?.wishing they were me."

"Yeah, and the whole world getting a closeup of your handsome face with my
cock in your mouth," he said.

"How about us sixty-nining?"

"Everything we do."

Our faces were so close and I stared straight into his eyes as I spoke,
letting him know how much it turned me on.

"All of them seeing how much of a slut you are?"  he joked. "Godd, you're
such an exhibitionist, Kenny.  And all of those guys would all be wishing
they were me.  We'd have to wear some kind of masks or something, so nobody
knows it's us."

"Why? I don't think I would care.  Anyone who saw us and said anything
would have to explain why they were on the sites."

"No, word would spread, and everybody would be on the sites.  Get up," he
said Instantly I obeyed and climbed off the swaying hammock.

Jack followed me and took me into his arms for another hot kiss.

"Get back in," he said when he released me.  I was made to lay back in the
hammock again but Jack stopped me, "No, crossways.  So you're ass is at the
edge."  I leaned back and got situated while Jack went to his bag.  I was
in the middle of the hammock with my legs hanging off the edge when Jack
came back with the lube, already greasing up his huge cock.

"Pull your legs up.  I can't wait anymore."

I did what he wanted and the hammock swayed at the perfect height.  I
couldn't believe I hadn't seen the potential for this with the hammock.

Jack drizzled some of the lube into my crack and rubbed it in with the head
of his cock.  When he didn't finger some of it into me I knew I was in for
a rough ride and it made me more eager.  I held my legs behind the knees
and spread them wider.

"You ready for it?" Jack asked.

"Fuck, Jack, I'm past ready.  Fuck me like you wanna fuck me in our video."

"Shit, you're gonna get it."

"Fuuuuck," I groaned in pain and anticipation as Jack wedged the big head
of his prick into my ass. I arched my back and stretched my neck out to
take the burn of his entry as he pushed deeper.  I let go of my knees and
reached for my own ass, pulling the cheeks open in an effort take his cock
easier.  Jack gave it to me until my hole was flexing around the base and
his balls rested up against my spread ass.  He left it there and let me
work my way to accepting it.

Leaning over my body I wrapped my legs around his sides and pulled him down
to kiss me.  "I guess you're doing okay?" he asked with a smile when I let
him go.

"You always fill me up so much," I said.

"You haven't felt anything yet."  He straightened his body and pushed my
legs back.  Jack spread his legs and planted his feet while putting his
hands on the back of my thighs, low down almost at my ass.  He gave me a
little push and the hammock swung up, drawing his cock almost all the way
out of my ass.  He let go and my body slammed down onto his.

"Oh my God, Jack," I wheezed.  He filled me even hotter and tighter.  The
shock of his cock carving into my ass with the force of gravity and
momentum forced the air out of my chest.

He repeated the move over and over, using the hammock as the vehicle to
fuck me.  Sometimes with shorter strokes then all the way out till the big
head pulled free.  He'd put it back on target and let the hammock swing
down, slamming his cock into me like a battering ram.  He did it until I
was twitching and moaning.

"Please, Jack, you gotta do something. You're making me crazy."

He just watched me and gave me a few more hard swings on his dick.  I was
almost at the end of my limits.  It felt too good and yet it wasn't enough
to push me closer to the edge.  It was torture.  Each upswing and fall onto
his cock was just making me want more.  At the moment I was preparing to do
something about it he paused.

Jack put my legs up against his chest so my feet rested on his shoulders.
I gripped his forearms as he held the fronts of my thighs.  He flexed his
hips and gave a tentative thrust which my happy ass accepted with ease.
"Yes, Jack, yes!"  He took my encouragement and took another long stroke
into my body.

After a few hard thrusts like that he began fucking me.  Being suspended on
the hammock allowed him to pound into me with ease and gave him a kind of
continuous roll from his hips.

"I won't be able to last long doing this," he warned me.

"Don't hold off.  Just a minute and you'll make me cum."  I could feel the
tension in his body as he tried to fight the urge to cum all the while
fucking me harder and harder.

In the end we came at almost the same time.  As soon as I felt the wet heat
of his cum in my already slick channel I went off.  I covered myself in
cum, long streaks of it.  The orgasm was so powerful it hurt when each shot
pumped up and out through my cock, but my brain was on overload.  I held on
and groaned my way through it, never noticing if Jack made a sound.

Jack rested, bent on top of me, for a long time.  When he finally pulled
out he grabbed some disposable wipes from his pack.  He cleaned the two of
us off before joining me in the hammock.  We kissed softly for a bit before
falling asleep.  Later, I fucked Jack laid across the hammock on his
stomach and later still, we had a wonderful sixty-nine in the hammock.

Those days and nights alone together renewed our relationship and I was
dreading him going back to the States.