American Perverted
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American Perverted is an anthology series that follows characters from each American state. Each state is assigned a story, characters, and a specific theme. This theme may include a fetish, fantasy, or other premise that the story will revolve around. The state is merely used as a backdrop, and does not reflect the theme in place.
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Today's Story
Location: Camp Little Creek, Wyoming
Theme: Gay Discovery (Male on Male)
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Camp Little Creek
Chapter Three: The Hike
Chapter Content:
Handjob, Masturbation, Voyeurism
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Bong. Bong. Bong.
What an annoying fucking bell.
Sure enough, however, it did the trick. I could hear the groggy groans of my cabinmates as they struggled to come to terms with the morning. I watched the squirming of sleeping bags, and could hear the contortion of the cheap plastic mattresses from the tired boys curling up into themselves.
But this morning, I was not one of those boys.
I can't say I've ever quite been so excited for a Tuesday before. Not like this, anyways. Yesterday, Cody kissed me. We had had a small spat about the abnormal tension that had built between us, but after surrendering to the fact that my attraction to him was unrequited, he leaned in, held my face in his hands, and pressed his soft lips against mine. It wasn't some weird peck either. This was the kind of kiss that you see in movies. Well, it felt like it at least. I remember holding our lips against each other, before passionately shifting to the other side of our mouths. It was addicting. Still, all good things had to come to an end. I can still remember looking into his beautiful green eyes after, our saliva still connected. I remember us both bursting out laughing. Such a beautiful, awkward, and just expressive moment that I would genuinely never forget.
I remember us walking back to the field after. I was worried it would be awkward, nerve-shattering, or would result in us leaning too much into it. Instead, it was the best trek a guy could ask for. We cracked jokes about our kiss, jokingly pushed each other into the damp bushes, and reaffirmed that we were still friends. I felt alive. The rest of the night, Cody and I had never been closer. We were thick of thieves, and he sat beside me for every activity, meal, and even campfire. We brushed our teeth together, got changed together, and even ended up 'Pee Buddies', waking each other up in the dead of night if the other had to run down outside to the bathroom. There are bears out here, you know!
I sprung out of bed and looked out the window. The sky around the camp was slightly moody, but the sun was starting to breach through the thin clouds. In the distance, rain seemed to pouring down in every direction. But not today. Not over Camp Little Creek. My soggy clothes had finally starting to show improvement, and were now just slightly damp. Dare I say "wearable"? As I stood there getting changed into some shorts and a t-shirt, Luke's door swung open.
"Mornin', boys." As per usual, Luke was holding a steaming mug of coffee, suggesting that he had already made his trip down to the kitchen and started his day.
"Morning, Luke." Grumbled a few of the other boys. The tone in the air was sort of miserable. Omar had been sent into town, after the medic deduced that he might've sprain his ACL. Poor guy. Just seven of us left. This didn't seem to stop Luke, who kept his usual grounded composure.
"Hope you're ready for Tuesday. I was thinking that we could go for a hike after breakfast. There's this awesome trail just down the way, and it leads to one of the most killer views you could ever imagine. It'll blow your minds." Luke sounded hyped, but you could still tell he'd done this trail over and over again. Honestly, I didn't care what we did, as long as Cody was there with me. I glanced over at his bunk. He was still completely covered with a sleeping bag, he mousy hair the only visible sign of his presence. I stepped unto my mattress, hoisting myself unto the side of the bed.
"Wakey wakey, hands off snakey." I joked, grasping unto the side of his sleeping bag, giving it a good shake. I could hear Cody grumbling.
"Five more minutes." He muttered, barely audible through his thick sleeping bag.
"Come on, would a true pee buddy make his friend hold his bladder five more minutes?" I teased. Cody let out a deep groan, then flicked his sleeping bag open. He slowly sat up, smacking his lips against the cold, crisp air. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked around the room, before staring at me.
"What's crackin'?" He asked, forcing a laugh out of me.