Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 23:08:58 -0500
From: Rob Houston <naughty.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Derrick and Bryan - Pt. 1 -- Gay/High School

The Camping Trip - Pt. 1

Usual mumbo-jumbo. If you're underage, don't bother reading this, turn
around, so on and so forth. You know the deal, I probably shouldn't bother
because you'll probably read it anyway. But, just in case, avert your eyes,
and go watch shit on YouTube.

This story is the copyrighted work of Rob Houston. If I see you reproducing
this work without my written permission, I'm going to sue you. Think I'm
kidding?

This story also contains sexual interaction between High School students
which is of a homosexual nature. If this offends you, take your head out of
your ass, open your eyes, and get off the gay story websites, you closet
queer.

One last thing. If you think this actually happened, you're a dreamer. This
is a work of fiction. I don't even know anyone named Bryan.



Derrick and Bryan had been friends for quite a long time. They went to
church together, played soccer and basketball together, slept over at
eachothers houses, so on and so forth. They were both completely
straight...or so they thought.

They were both "preps", wearing primarily clothes from Abercrombie, A&E,
Hollister, Express and other high-end, fashion forward stores. Bryan was
about average height, not too built, but not fat either. He had a mess of
hair that was anywhere from brown to blonde, depending on how much light it
was in. Not too much hair on him, under the arms, a little around the
nipples, pubes, slight happy trail, dusting on the legs -- the usual.
Derrick was just a year younger then Bryan, and had even less development.
Barely any under the arms, clean chest and stomach, occasionally some hair
on the legs -- basically just kept a small bush above his penis.

Every year, there was a camping trip that their school went on. In previous
years, they were required to stay within the main area of their campground,
near the picinic tables and fire were. However, this year, they were
older. At 15, you could pick anywhere on their school's section of camp to
set up your tent. The camping trip was the highlight of the year. Usually
done in the deep winter, with snow everywhere, it was always fun to rough
it in the deep woods. This year, however, was an exception. They got into
the mountain, and there wasn't any snow yet. This always slightly depressed
all the school kids, who were anxious to get away from the books and
teachers and just frolic around in the powdery wonderland.

Derrick and Bryan, natrually, were going to share the same tent. They
decided on a small, one-person sleeper, so that they could have a little
more body heat, and wouldn't have to worry about freezing during the
night. They quickly set off into the mountains, in search of a perfect
spot. They quickly found it, far off the beaten trail, but still well
within the grounds of their campsite, they setup their tent under a
mild-mannered bush, and quickly began building a firepit not far away from
the tent. From here, they would be able to roast marshmallows, cook dinner
and warm up without having to do very much but lean out of the tent. After
it was all setup, the headed back with their classmates to explore the rest
of the day's activities.

Eventually, night fell, and the chaperones were all listening to the
National Weather Service's report for this evening. They were calling for
massive amounts of snow to get dumped on the mountain, which was good news
-- and bad. The bad news was, they they would probably get snowed into
their tents, which would make for some very interesting morning conditions.
The good news was that by tomorrow afternoon, when everyone had dug their
way out, they'd be sledding, snowboarding and skiing down the mountain at
the most dangerous sections. Everyone was overjoyed as they made their way
to their tents.

Bryan and Derrick were shivering by the time they got to their tent. They
were too cold to be bothered with lighting a fire, especially if it was
just going to get snowed away in an hour anyway. Quickly, they zipped up
the double layers of the tent, lining the middle sections with garbage
bags, just to make sure no snow was getting in. Then, they mostly stripped
and hunkered down. They both had on a thermal shirt, but they had taken all
their clothes and covered their sleeping bags with them, in an attempt to
keep in even more warmth. Quickly, they realised that bringing a one-person
tent was a bad idea. They both lay down, shoulder overlapping shoulder,
with all their stuff pushed in around them. They laid in this akward
position for quite a while, until Bryan finally said something.

"Hey Derrick. Do you think we should like...y'know...get closer..or
something?"

"You mean...like...spooning?"

"I guess."

"Dude. That's just wrong. That's what fags do."

"How gay could it be, Derrick? I mean, we've practically grown up
together. We're more like brothers then anything."

"I guess, in a way. Alright. How should we do this?"

"Well...just...turn sideways, I guess, Or I can turn sideways, then just
basically press right up against me, and...hug me, or just kind of lean
against me, and I'll lean back."

There was plenty of rustling in the tent as they tried this. However, try
as they might, there was just too much bulk with the sleeping bags and
clothes everywhere for them to get into a seemingly comfortable
position. Then, Derrick had a bright idea.

"Well...we could always just share the same bag."

"Oh, like that's any less gay."

"This obviously isn't working. You said it yourself -- we're like
brothers. Why not?"

"I guess. Your bag, or mine?"

"They're both the same, you loser. Let's just get into mine. I'm hotter, if
you know what I mean..."

-

Brian chuckled at the lame joke as he quickly slipped out of his sleeping
bag and moved in with Derrick. Derick quickly hugged him around the chest,
and thrust his crotch right into Bryan's butt. His knees pushed into the
back of Brian's, and their feet and legs wound around eachother's and
started lightly caressing one another. Bryan felt a slight twitch in his
pants, and he could swear he felt the same thing from Derrick. He pushed
the thoughts away.

"No." he convinced himself, "He's practically my brother. This is sick, and
wrong! I like girls! He likes girls! But...is that his dick...?" He heard
Derrick lightly snoring in his ear, his hot breath blowing across the back
of his neck. Then he felt it. It was subtle at first, a slight readjustment
of sleep, perhaps. Then he felt it again. It was hard, it was very hot, and
it was grinding against his butt. "Oh my God," he thought, "he's humping
me. Filthy!" Bryan didn't know what to do. On one hand, he was freaking out
at the fact that he was slightly the form of sexual relief for one of his
best friends. On the other hand, however, it was kind of an exciting
feeling -- his breath, the smell of their body odors mixing in the air,
their bare legs, thighs and feet touching -- it lit up something inside of
Bryan, and he hoped he could do the same for Derick.

He could feel it now. The warm slime moving across the very top of his butt
crack. Derrick's cock had poked out of the front of his boxers, and was now
slowly grinding on the soft skin on Bryan's butt and lower back. As slowly
as he could, Bryan pulled his boxers down, flipped them around, and pulled
them back up. The piss slit was now where his butt was. In his mind, he
couldn't believe he was doing this, but it was something so exciting, so
dirty, he just had to try it. He reached around, grasping the cock that was
trying to make love to his back. Slowly he guided it downard, just at the
base of his mounds. He then inserted the head into his crack, and pushed
back slightly. He cock slid upwards, getting caught on his virgin hole.

Never before had something entered his butthole. He hadn't even thought to
finger himself whilst jacking off. He couldn't judge the size of the penis
that was gyrating into his boy pussy right now, and he wasn't quite sure
that he wanted to. Derrick let out a light moan, and Bryan quickly
pretended to be asleep.

-

"Oh wow," thought Derrick. He had been awake for just a little while. As
far as he was concerned, he had woken up with a boner. He assumed that his
friend had his boxers on backwards, and his cock was just poking at the
entrance to his buddy's ass. It had felt so good, gliding up his ass
crack. He wasn't sure if he should take this any fruther. He looked at
Bryan, seeing that he was rock hard in his own pants, and appeared to be
sleeping rather soundly, Derrick took a chance.

He gripped onto Bryan's chest, and rammed home. He slid his 6.5" shaft
right up Bryan's hole. Then, the screaming started.

-

Brian had watched him out of eye slits as he examined him. "He wants it. He
wants it bad." he had been thinking. Then he felt the hands grip around his
body. "Here it comes..." thought Bryan, "...too late to back down now, I
guess."

Then it hit him. It felt like he was being torn in half. Tears flooded his
eyes, sickness started churning in his throat. The sharp, horrible pain
that was in his ass nearly caused him to pass out. He let out a scream that
would boil blood, but it came out as nothing more then a high pitched hiss,
as Derrick pulled out, then shoved it right back in, a couple of times,
before pulling out and turning over.

Bryan turned to him. "WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH
YOU!?" The pain in his rectum was as real as the desire in his penis. "I'm
probably bleeding," he thought, "that's it. I'll never be able to shit
right again, I'll have to wear diapers...go to the hospital." he
concluded. However, the entire time, Bryan hadn't gone soft. He couldn't
figure it out, it almost felt...good, when Derrick had thrust it in a few
times. He rolled Derrick (who was pretending to be asleep) over and stared
him right in the eyes. "What do you think you were doing just now?" he
questioned his young friend.

"I thought...I thought..." mumbled Derrick.

"YOU THOUGHT WHAT!?" Demanded Bryan in a pretty nasty tone of voice.

"...that you wanted it!" weeped Derrick.

As far as he was concerned, he was about to get beaten to a bloody
pulp. Then, he thought Bryan was going to make him out to look like a huge
closet queer in front of the entire school. The next reaction, however,
surprised even Bryan. He had meant to keep up his charade, maybe even punch
his friend a few times, then roll over and go to sleep -- curiousity
satisfied, and ass hurting deeply, but instead, his affection poured out of
him. Something he thought he would never do -- he kissed a boy (and he
liked it?), right on the lips.

"I did." he muttered, as he thrust his tongue into Derrick's mouth.



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