I started to slip into a trance-like state, high on the feeling of being so close to Cooper, with nothing but air between us. I felt so alive, it was like new senses had been awakened in me. The sound of his breathing, slowing down to a normal tempo now, seemed to fit perfectly with the sounds of mid-morning. The birds were still singing, and the air had warmed enough that I could hear insects buzzing nearby.
I lazily looked over at Cooper, and found him staring back at me. Our eyes met, and neither of us looked away. Something in that back of my mind told me I should feel uncomfortable about that sort of intimacy, but I didn't care. The feeling of closeness was palpable. I felt like he was looking into my soul, and I didn't mind.
We stayed that way for a long time. Then Cooper jumped to his feet without warning, and started running toward the lake.
"Let's go for a swim!" He shouted as he took off through the trees, stark naked.
I followed quickly, aware of my still semi-hard cock wagging between my legs as I jogged after Cooper. He was in the water when I got there, and I dove in after him without hesitating, splashing him as I hit the water. He laughed loudly and returned a wave of water as I surfaced. Then he pounced on me, and the sounds of our yells and laughter filled the air. The water was about chest deep where we stood struggling, our feet sinking into the soft mud at the bottom of the lake.
The goal of our wrestling somehow became to climb onto the other boy's shoulders, and I soon gained the upper hand. I was sitting on Cooper's muscular shoulders, one hand in his hair and the other down on his chest before I remembered how naked I was. I was suddenly very aware of my perky dick pressed against the back of Cooper's neck. The sight of it sent chills through my body, and my dick started to harden again.
Cooper must have felt the movement on his neck, because we were both suddenly very still. Then Cooper seemed to come to himself and he threw me back off his shoulders. I assumed our wrestling match had begun again, so as soon as I surfaced, I charged him. He was facing me when I reached him, and he surprised me by sweeping me up in his arms and carrying me to the shore of the lake. He lay me on my back in the grass, and crawled on top of me. That same animalistic look glinted in his eye as he spread my legs apart with his thighs and pinned my hands above my head, moving in to kiss me at the same time. I felt a pressure on my taint, and shivered. A new desire awoke in me. I wasn't even sure what it was. I found myself spreading my legs further apart, and pulling my knees up towards my chest.
We were both breathing heavily, and Cooper was kissing me with more urgency and passion than he had before. I was completely at his mercy, pinned beneath all that rippling muscle. I kissed back with the same urgency. I could feel him lightly rubbing his dick up and down on my taint.
Without warning, Cooper pulled his head back and looked me in the eyes. He mumbled something about "moving too fast," then kissed me quickly and sprang to his feet. His dick was as full attention, and it swung lazily above me as he stood.
"We should probably get moving. We're getting a late start the way it is."
I tore my eyes away from his erect appendage and nodded. I was aware that my own cock was throbbing, although it hadn't been long since our last little "wrestling match."
Cooper started to walk away, but I stayed where I was for another minute or two, propped up on my elbows, staring past my excited man parts to gaze across the calm water of the lake. It was the first time I had stopped to think about all that had happened that morning, and I felt myself beginning to worry.
I wasn't sure where things were going to go from here. Part of me hoped the relationship Cooper and I had would just return to the way it had been before. I had enjoyed experimenting with him, but I was afraid I would push him away if I wasn't careful.
We hiked in almost total silence. I felt myself growing more upset all the time, although I wasn't completely sure why. I could tell my souring mood was not going unnoticed by Cooper. He had that cute worried look on his face, his eyebrows scrunched up and his lips and tight line. He kept trying to lighten the mood by telling jokes or attempting to start conversation, but his efforts just made my mood worse. On any other day, I would have laughed at his poor attempts at jokes, enjoying his boyish smile and deep laughs. But today, I just couldn't find the energy.
Knowing that I was missing some moments with Cooper that I normally would have died to be a part of only made me more upset. I was being completely unreasonable and I knew it. But I didn't care. I had done things with Cooper that I had never allowed myself to even dream about doing. The guilt that I felt was overwhelming. Although I knew Cooper wasn't to blame, I felt myself directing my anger in his direction more and more often.
We stopped to take a break in the early afternoon, and Cooper playfully slapped my ass as I was bent over to set my pack on the ground. I wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I turned on him.
"What was that, dude?" My voice was strained, and my face felt hot. "Just keep your hands to yourself." I turned away to hide my face.
Cooper stood there in silence, apparently taken aback. I heard him quietly apologize. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking."
I sat on a small rock next to the trail, and we stared mutely into the distance. Then Cooper spoke again, sounding irritated.
"Actually, Preston, I'm not sorry. I've been walking on eggshells around you all day, and I don't really know why. I assume you're upset because we messed around this morning, and I understand how confusing that can be, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like I'm the problem here. If you want me to back off, I will, but I'm not going to be your plaything when you're in the mood and your enemy when you're not."
