The Last Campfire

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Artwork (c) 2006 by Barton

"It doesn't get any better than this." Troy said as he handed around the beers. I caught the one he tossed my way and looked into the fire. There's something about a campfire in the early fall, when the weather is just cool enough to make the fire welcome, but not so frigid as to make the camping experience miserable. There would be few more days of this to come, we all knew full well the turn of the seasons, so when Troy's cousin Mark had suggested this camping trip, we all agreed, just to have one last camping trip before winter set in.

For me, it was the last in more ways than one. I was transferring to Leeds Academy in the spring, and so this semester was going to be my last with my old college friends. Oh, we had promised to keep in touch...but we also all know how poorly we all keep such promises.

Troy, Mark, Phillip, Gregory, Lucas and myself, we had been through a lot, I thought as I lifted the cool can to my lips and imbibed the tepid beer. You can get a beer cool with an ice cooler, but not the actual cold of a refrigerator. The beer being only slightly below the temperature of the air was a part of its charm on these trips.

We'd come up to the lake, we'd spend the days doing a little fishing, a little card playing and a lot of drinking and talking. No women, no books, no hassles, just the guys, hanging together and being buddies. We talked a little football, a little basketball, a little fishing, and a little about women, but not as much as women would think. It was just...being with your buddies.

And now it was Sunday night and we'd have to head back tomorrow morning and the weekend would be over.

"Yeah, this place is great." Lucas was saying. "You know, guys, we should come back up here on spring break. This very same spot."

I sputtered on the beer I was drinking, only a bit left in the can, so I didn't exactly spray it, but if I'd had a mouthful, it would have sprayed in a geyser. Next spring. I wouldn't be here next spring. I'd be at Leeds Academy. I'd made my life's plans, and they were good plans...only they cut me off from every friend I had.

"Yeah, next spring, let's plan on having a real week up here, not this piddling couple of days." That was Troy.

"And the lake will probably be warm enough then to get in some swimming. Not like this weekend." Mark put in. He was nuts about swimming, even though it ruined our fishing as often as not. I thought about him wearing only a pair of ragged cut-off jeans as he dove into the water, his body shining and throwing off sparks of water in the warm summer sun, my friends joining him, the sun-bronzed bodies gleaming in the innocent joy of exuberant young manhood, their bodies moving around and beside and against each other, flesh touching flesh, hand upon shoulder, leg against arm, head upon each other's lap as they rested...never again, I'd never see it again, never be a part of it again.

My eyes filled with tears and I said, "I gotta go take a leak." I half-blubbered. "See yah!" And I staggered out into the bushes outside the warm circle of the fire, the warm circle of my friends. Making their plans that would never, never again include me.

It just wasn't fair! I should have been able to have both my dreams and my friends! Why did I have to choose! It just wasn't fair!

I hunkered down behind the bush. The guys could think I was taking a dump. It would give me some time to regain my composure.

"Hey, hey, Cyril." came the voice. It was Gregory. "Are you all right?"

"Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, yeah." I snuffled. "I'm sorry. I just realized that this was the last camping trip for me."

"There'll be other times." Gregory said. "You won't be in that college forever."

"I will for four years." I said. "Then two years internship and two more residency. Maybe then I can try to come look all you guys up again...if I can find you, even."

"Hey." Gregory said. "You want to make something of yourself. You'll find other friends."

"Not like you guys." I said. "Not like you guys."

"Everything comes to an end." Gregory said rather tritely. "If it wasn't this, something else would split us up sooner or later. Graduation if nothing else. Some of us can remain friends after college, maybe. You know you'll make other friends, and probably some of them will be the friends you keep for life."

"Maybe." I said. "But I'm still going to miss you guys a hell of a lot." And I wiped my eyes.

Gregory put an arm around my shoulder. "Hey, we're going to miss you, too." he said. "It was kind of why we all came on this trip. Troy mentioned it was our last chance to camp out with you before you took off for Leeds."

"Really?" I turned and looked at Gregory, so close to me. So very close. "That's great."

"Hey. What are friends for?" Gregory smiled.

He didn't flinch when I reached up and put my hand on his cheek. His warmly smiling face didn't change at all. "Yeah." I said softly. "What are friends for?"

"Friends." Gregory said. "Are for being together."

Kissing him after that wasn't any trouble at all.

Gregory's lips had always enticed me, such full, roundly soft-looking lips that curved like a pair of archer's bows of love. They pressed against my own and like velvet gloves they warmed my flesh with soft supple smoothness. From there, his arms wove themselves around me like a pair of hungry serpents, encircling and clutching me to his body, next to his heart I was drawn, there to feel it seething inside its casing of flesh. Or was that my own which throbbed and echoed throughout my veins? Whatever it was, the sound made my world!

"Oh, God, Cyril!" breathed Gregory. He lowered me back onto the bedding of leaves that made a carpet upon the ground. These were last year's leaves, and they were worn, quiet and beckoned with the gentle warmth of their decomposition, a soft shuffling sound was all they made as my body was welcomed into their company.

Gregory laid himself alongside me, his arm and leg upon me, taking and keeping possession of me as we kissed again, and his hands played upon my chest in soft strokes that awakened my body in song as though he stroked a harp's strings and was rewarded with the low-throated chords that arose from the longest strands. My mouth was the outlet for the music they produced, ahhh, uuhhh, ohhh, uhhhh, ahhh!

The sound I made when that hand found its way down my crotch was no harp, it was a bassoon, "OOOHHH, UHHHHH!" as I hunched upwards into that warm palm. "GUUUHHH, UHHH, OOOHHH, UHHHH!"

"Shhhh!" Gregory said. "They'll hear us."

"Sorry." I barely whispered.

"It's okay." Gregory said. "But I'm unzipping you now and taking it out. Better brace yourself."

"Okay." I gasped. The hand was as stimulating as he'd warned, and when he got my fly down and his fingers enclosed my warmth and my blood, I managed only a noisy sigh as a compromise between the need for stealth, and the need for expression of my joy.

"Damn, you are hot, aren't you?" Gregory marveled as his hand met with the flood of my precome which gushed from my glans as he manipulated me. "When was the last time you got off?"

"Uhhh...I don't remember." I honestly didn't, I couldn't think while my cock was in that beloved grasp.

"Too long, huh?"

"Yeah, oh, yeah." That question was easy, I wanted to get off right now, it had been too long, however long it was.

"We'd better take care of it, then." And Gregory scooted his head down and, "Oh, oh, God!" I crooned. Gregory had taken my cock into those marvelous, marvelous lips! I had been sucked in one supple motion into a world of warm, dark, devilish delight, for Gregory proved himself a champion in the art of loving a man's cock, I was being wrung of my ecstasy by a pair of clasping, clutching, wonderful lips, and I wanted to crow to the world my pleasure, but oh, no, the others! I couldn't make noise, not with the others so near! I had to be silent, I had to hold it back, hold it in!

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, ohgodohgodohgodohgod!" I babbled.

And Gregory let go. He let go! Gregory let go of my cock. He let go! He let go!

"Oh, God, oh, God!" was all I could say.

"Steady there." Gregory said. "Just shifting this around some. He stood up and I saw him slide his shorts off and, bare from the waist down, he said, "Now, let's get those off you, too."

"Sure, sure!" I yammered, and I wrestled my pants down and off me with all the grace of a turtle on its back, which was how I felt. When I was finally dressed as he was, just my t-shirt between me and buck-naked, Gregory said, "Now it's your turn to be on top."

"Huh?" I looked as Gregory laid down and when he raised both legs up with a smirk on his face, I understood. "You mean you want me to..."

"Play stuff-the-sausage." Gregory affirmed. "Come on, quick, before the others come looking for us."

That was all I needed, I took my Gregory-spit-slicked dick in hand and I got onto my knees and steered it toward his waiting puckerhole. Gregory only groaned as I pushed it into him.

"I never knew." I said to him as I buried myself in him to the hilt in the space of a couple of minutes.

"Knew what?"

"That you were...well, gay."

"Life's full of surprises." Gregory shifted himself into a more comfortable position. "Now come on and fuck me good and hard, stud."

"Yeah!" I groaned as I shifted my weight to lift Gregory up onto his upper back and lift his ass into the air, and Gregory moaned anew as I began to hump his butt. Me, I was in paradise, the night, the campsite, my friends, and Gregory here with me in the bushes, and I was ending this ritual of my life with a good rump-pounding bout of sex, just like I'd always wanted to do.

With that sparking my lusts, I didn't last long, I couldn't, not with the night, the warmth, the sounds, the feel of Gregory in my arms, I plowed his butt and my orgasm climbed into overdrive in no time.

"Oh, God, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I hissed at Gregory.

"Yeah, come on, squirt me full, Cyril!" Gregory gasped. "Come on, stud, give me the fucking of a lifetime!"

"A lifetime, yeah, a lifetime!" I moaned. That was what this was, the physical climax to a long friendship, a session of my life winding to a close, hot and joyful and better than any farewell party could manage! I wailed my ecstasy as my body ejaculated, I pumped my load into Gregory's hot ass and Gregory groaned as I did, and as I finished, Gregory suddenly clenched and spasmed, and his own wads sprayed my stomach with his hot jizz.

I fell onto Gregory as he squirted, and my stomach was soaked with his spunk, and it was good, it was all good.

"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" I sighed into Gregory's ear, my nose between it and a large brown leaf that nearly covered half my face in the cup of its spread, "Shit, man, damn, oh, fuck, that was good, oh, God, good!"

"Yeah, man, yeah." Gregory said. "Damned fine fucking."

I panted atop Gregory and after a moment, he reminded me of the practicalities. "We'd better get back to the group." he said. "They're going to think a bear got hold of us if we don't."

"Oh, yeah, sure." I said and I got up and dressed myself, rather embarrassed at what I'd done.

Jeez, now leaving them would be harder than ever. I went back and sat down and Lucas passed me another beer. "We thought you'd fallen into a hole out there." he said.

"So I took my time taking a dump." I said as I leaned the beer back towards my lips.

And the cool-not-cold liquid poured down my gullet, quenching the flames that had burned in me so brightly a moment before.

"We'd better turn in." Phillip advised. "We want to get an early start tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess so." I said. "It was a good weekend, wasn't it?"

"The best." Lucas agreed. "It just doesn't get any better than this."

I looked at Gregory and he saw me looking, smiled slyly. "No." I said. "It doesn't get any better than this."

And I helped kick the dirt over the dying embers of our last campfire.