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.
After a slow but promising morning, our cabin finally sat in the mess hall, ready for breakfast. It was pancakes today, a much better improvement from yesterday's Red River. Curious if Cody was thinking about us, I gently bumped my hand on the bench against his. He looked at me, retracting his hand back, but with a smile. Got it. Not here. Not now. All meal, Cody and I bantered back and forth with our cabinmates, quipping about video games, footballs, and poor Omar. It was honestly refreshing to finally get the opportunity to get to know my cabinmates a little more. I still thought they were sort of losers, though.
Back at the cabin, Luke begin instructing us on how to pack for a hike. Hiking shoes? Check. Full water bottle? Check. Bug spray? Check. Sunscreen? We all looked through the window. The sun wasn't completely shining through the clouds. Probably wouldn't need any today. Luke still made sure we knew that a normal summer hike ALWAYS called for sunscreen, but we could skip it today. Thank God. I didn't bring any. Luke packed a few more things into his day bag, which was a small black backpack with four carabiners attached to it. He stuffed a small med-kit inside, clipped a can of bear spray to the side, and crammed a box of granola bars to fill the empty space. Yum.
"You can share a bag with me if you want." Cody was trying to talk to me, though I was frustrated with a double knot on my hiking shoe.
"Oh, uh, yeah can you take my water bottle and bug spray?" I asked. He swiped them from me, and tucked them away into the back pocket. A true gentleman.
After some pouting from a reluctant cabinmate, we were all on our way. Luke led us to a trailhead.
"Widow's Peak." Cody spoke out loud, reading the sign. The sign was a large wooden square, detailing a map, hiking tips, and area information. Crude graffiti, undoubtedly from former campers, littered the wooden panel. Dicks, instagram handles, and "Lisa Wuz Here" all plastered the sign.
"Not just a clever name. Rumour has it that some old couple sat out at the top every morning, watching the sunrise. Then, when the man suddenly passed, the old lady would sit up there, alone. Thus, the name." Spoke Luke. Kind of sad, honestly. Imagining that sort of routine with someone you love, to the point where you don't know life without it. Hm.
With a knowing shrug, Luke lined us up single file, and we all marched down the narrow dirt path behind him. The path was uneven, with roots ready to trip us up at every step. Cody and I hugged the back. Cody's job was to shout "Holla" in the event that someone needed to stop, which the rest of us would echo so that it could reach Luke in the front. Over the course of the next half hour, we clumsily made our way up a steady hill, bearing witness to the stunning wild around us. I shit on boring ass Wyoming everyday at school, but there was no denying the majestic forest we were in. Birds chirped along the tree line, and we made frequent stops as Luke lectured us about local flowers, saplings, and other fauna. I swear, if Cody wasn't annoyed by me constantly asking him to grab my water for me, I'd be shocked. I couldn't help it. I was out of shape. I walked to school when I could, but this trek was something else.
After pouring a sweat, we finally made it to the top. We had finally made it to the top, which overlooked the massive valley below. My jaw dropped. Luke wasn't kidding. This view was to kill for. A vast horizon, trees as far as the eye could see, and not a single sign of human existence. I felt humbled.
We all took a seat, and hollered into the echoing distance ahead of us. In unison, we would pick a word, and shout it as loud as we could. Luke even let us try a few swear words out. After a lifetime of being forced to suppress bad language, it was actually kind of cathartic to let it out as loud as I could. We felt on top of the world.
"Alright, gentlemen. I have a game we could play. You boys want to try a game?" Inquired Luke. We all cheered, excited at the premise of playing games out in the middle of nowhere.
"I thought so. This game is called 'Tree Hugger'. Now, before you boo me, hear me out. It's actually a memory game. Here's how it works: You guys will all pair up. I know we are uneven, so whoever doesn't have a partner can team up with me. One person from each pair will be blindfolded. The other person then has to spin them in a quick circle, before guiding them to a tree. Any tree. Then, the blindfolded person, without their sense of sight, must memorize the tree. After five minutes, the guide must return their partner back to their original spot, before removing the blindfold. The person who was blindfolded then has one guess to find their tree again. Got it?" We all nodded. Luke reached into his bag and pulled out four bandanas, ranging in color from blue to pink. "Alright, every find a partner and grab a blindfold."
To nobody's surprise, Cody and I picked each other as partners. We grabbed a green blindfold, waited for further instructions. Luke looked at Cody's face as he stood beside me, giving a knowing, but reassuring nod. Cody reciprocated this gesture, nodding back to him, to which Luke reacted with a slight grin.
"Alright. I want you all to walk for at least five minutes down either side of the trail. Then, I want you to walk another five. Do not go out of earshot. If something happens, you should be able to shout to me and I should be able to come running. 'Kay. Go. I'll holler for you after we're out of time."
