"Ick," he screeched, his face contorting into a disgusted grimace. "There is no way I am putting that in my mouth after you."
"Fuck's sake, Michael," Wade replied, yanking the bottle from his friend's hands, "it's a fucking water bottle and we only have the one to share until we return to the campground tomorrow. You forgot yours, remember?"
"Well, can't you just filter some more water, use that to wash this one, and then filter some more water and fill it for me? I am thirsty!" he whined.
"Even if I wanted to," Wade was clearly irritated, "there is no water source nearby and the water filter, as you call it, is actually a UV water sanitizer that runs on rechargeable batteries. I have enough charge for two more cycles, enough to get us to camp comfortably but not enough that I am going to waste water washing a water bottle full of clean water because you can't share it because it was touched by another man's lips. What kind of a fag are you?"
"Ugh!" Michael cried. "I'm going to die of thirst! This is horrible! Why did I agree to this?"
"Because you wanted this," Kevin replied, walking back into the light of the campfire. His hand gripping the large bulge that nested his 9 inch cock and heavy, peach-sized testicles. "The rules are, you come camping, you get some Kevin. It's for your own good, we are doing this for you."
"It feels like torture! I am being compelled against my will to be here," he cried, feigning agony and despair, his face pouty and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"You know that's not true. You are here because you saw me naked on Wade's phone," Kevin reminded the young man, sulking near the crackling campfire his friends had built, sitting on a purchased fold-out chair he insisted on bringing because there was no way he was going to be sitting on the ground where animals poo and pee and screw.
"I don't even know why you care," Michael snapped back. "Why bother seducing me out here to have some tropical disease-ridden mosquito or some intestinal worm crawl into my body and, aaaaaaagh!" He could not finish the thought. It was much too much and all he could do was shake his hands wildly as if by doing so the nasty worm and tropical mosquito would be scared away.
"First of all," Wade replied, "we are in Maine, not the fucking Congo. Second of all, you are a fucking basket case. How can you live in this world and be like this? When was the last time you had sex?"
Michael furrowed his brow, he looked away and mumbled something inaudible.
"What was that?" Wade asked, trying to lean closer to Michael.
Michael rolled his eyes and looked at the two men across the fire from him. "It depends, I guess. Do hand jobs count?"
"Did you wear a glove?" Wade asked.
Michael rolled his eyes again and nodded.
"Then no," Wade clarified, "it does not count. And who the fuck agreed to a hand job with a glove?"
"Escort." Michael replied.
"Ok, let me ask it more plainly, when was the last time a man slid his fat cock into your fucking gullet? No condom, no latex, just meaty, hot as coals, thick as a wrist, cock?" Wade was practically yelling.
"Don't be mean," Michael whined and again spoke something inaudible into the night sky.
Both men stared at him, he knew they had not heard his whispered reply. He sighed, "Fine! Six years! You happy? It's been six years without touching a cock and eight since I sucked one or had one up my, you know, my bum."
Wade and Kevin broke into raucous laughter. Michael did not appreciate being the butt of jokes and he would have stomped off but the back country, at night, was as close to terror as things could get for him and he had no choice but to sit quietly and pout.
Kevin took some pity on the poor germophobe. He was a handsome man, perhaps made effeminate by his obsession with cleanliness, he was fussy in a way most men were not, but to look at him before he spoke, one would see an athletic, tall, appealing man in his late twenties, 28 to be exact. Kevin had seen Michael many times at the gym, bending over to wipe down every machine before he used it, between sets, and then again after he had used it. On the days he worked out, the cleaning crew took a two-hour break, they adored him.
He had a muscular physique, with a well-defined chest and large arms that could have belonged to a professional baseball player. His abs were flat, though not defined or particularly well cut. His ass, on the other hand, was a spectacular specimen. He liked to wear tight leggings to work out and he put on a show every time he bent over. More than once, Kevin had popped wood at the gym watching the large muscular glutes, cheeks round and plump, bending over or squatting. In those moments he had wanted to mount his boyfriend's good buddy, they had first met through Wade, but had refrained because Michael had a well won reputation for being incredibly fastidious, and Kevin could not even begin to imagine what headaches a fuck might entail.
His face, too, was attractive; large brown eyes were framed by the long lashes of good Italian stock. His chestnut hair was cut short, held tightly in place where it happened to be a little longer by copious amounts of gel, pomade, and other products.
Kevin was not sure how to help, but he wanted to help. He stepped closer to Michael who instinctively recoiled at the intrusion into his half of the campfire.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Kevin squatted in front of his friend, his face just a few inches from Michael's, his eyes warm and friendly, the pale blue color seemed to glow in the fire light. "Would you kiss me, Michael?" Kevin asked.
Michael shook his head furiously and nearly fall backwards off his chair.
"You know I am a catch, Michael," Kevin said, as he stood up, all of his 6'3" frame towering right next to a sitting Michael. "I am not accustomed to being rejected." As he spoke, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, opening it to reveal manly, thick bands of chest muscles topping a carefully groomed and sculpted set of abs whose ridges and deep definition lines ran an inch tall in places. Kevin pulled off his shirt completely, slowly, letting the light bounce and cast shadows along his muscles, letting the cool night air flicker through his chest hair and the soft dusting of light fuzz along his lower abdomen.
"Michael," he said, "you can watch or you can enjoy. What do you really want?"
"Well, can you take a bath, first?" Michael replied.
Kevin let out a hearty laugh and signaled for Wade to step close. The two began to passionately make out, their lips exploring without boundaries, repeating patterns each loved for themselves and which they knew their partner enjoyed. Wade nibbled on Kevin's neck and earlobes, at times flicking his tongue and licking inside Kevin's ear. Michael shook when he saw that, but his face came closer.
They kissed and explored, Wade slowly stripped his own t-shirt, bringing Kevin closer so he could inhale the musk he had built up over the day's hike. Michael contorted his face but still leaned in. There was a hint of Wade's smell in the air, he recognized his cologne, his deodorant and something else, something briny. He was deeply conflicted now.
Kevin pulled Wade with him and the two kissed right next to Michael's face. Wade was moaning, his tongue was lazily and happily lathering Kevin's mouth with his spit. Kevin's hands were gripping and massaging Wade, at times pinching his large nipples, clenching at his wonderfully tight build, smaller than Kevin but every bit the athlete he had been in college when he competed in decathlon. Kevin thought he heard Michael let out an involuntary whine, and perhaps a slight moan, as he had a front row seat to the hottest kiss he had ever witnessed in film, porn or real life. Michael's mouth was agape, and Kevin gently put his hand behind the germophobe's head and pulled him into the couple's kiss.
There was a hint of resistance and perhaps a fearful 'oh god,' muttered under his breath, but he did not push back. Once in the kiss, his lips were at first pursed and tight which made Kevin smile and almost laugh, but Michael quickly relented to the prodding from two tongues and mouths. When it happened, the switch was quick, sudden, and loud.
"hmmmmm, you taste like granola, shit, hmmmm, is that normal? Fuck that feels good, hmmmmm, is that your tongue, oh fuck, hmmmmm, so good, watermelon, hmmmm!" Michael moaned and spoke as if he did not understand the point of kissing. In fact, he could count on one hand the number of times he had kissed another man before this night, so it was possible that he was just not great at it. Perhaps he was nervous, and they all knew his nerves often defeated the already faulty filters between his brain and his mouth. Still, Michael loved the feeling the two men gave him and they were ecstatic to have broken through one wall.
Kevin grabbed Michael's face with both hands and pulled him in for a one on one kiss while Wade kissed Michael's neck tenderly. This was partly to shut him up but also a way for him to understand the joy of kissing. Michael moaned and melted slowly into Kevin's hands, the puddle that was his face was just a place where Kevin could lap his tongue and it all felt magical. When Kevin finally pulled away, Michael noticed Wade had been licking and nibbling on his ear. He too leaned in and gave Michael a wonderful, open mouth kiss, though not as long or as life-changing as Kevin's.
"Wow," Michael spoke through half closed eyes, "do you have any cavities? Your mouth tastes amazing, your teeth are so smooth."
Kevin laughed again. "I think my teeth are healthy, thanks," he finally replied. "Michael, why don't you drink water now?"
Michael nodded, he had taken a sip of water when they first filled up at a spring near the trailhead but had not taken water since. He took the water bottle and satiated the thirst that had built of over seven hours of hiking that day.
