Roughing It

"It was really nice of you to invite me camping, Mrs. Blake," said Skyler as he helped load the last of our gear into the car. Despite my and my mom's repeated attempts at helping, Skyler had managed to load four suitcases of clothes, two coolers of food, and lots of gear into the camper. He was sweating through his thin t-shirt, and I couldn't help but trail my eyes across his broad shoulders. He was a tall, thick man, in more ways than one, but he carried himself well. His blonde hair had been affected by the workout as well, it was matted down almost covering his blue eyes.

"Oh, it is really our pleasure," my mom answered him. "Since his father had to stay home, Luke would have been dreadfully bored all week. Isn't that right, Luke?"

"Right." Dreadfully bored, yeah. But it would have been a lot less risky. I can't believe Skyler had talked me into this.

"I think that's the last of it," Skyler said. "Are you sure I have time for a quick shower?"

"A very quick shower," said Amber from the front seat. "We should have left already."

"We might be on the road already," I said. "If you had done anything to help."

"Hey," she said. "I was supervising."

"Yeah, right. What level are you on?"

"Fourteen. I mean ... screw you Luke."

"Amber, Luke. Enough."

"Don't worry Amber," Skyler said, attempting to stifle a grin. "I'll be back before you reach Level Fifteen." He rushed back into the house.

The Blake family camping trip was a yearly event, and it had always been just the four of us. Mom and Amber would go do their stuff, there were two small shopping villages within fifteen minutes of our campsite, as well as a spa. That left Dad and I to go fishing or hiking or whatever, though we spent a lot of time just relaxing by the lake.

No sooner had I told Skyler that Dad had to stay home for work, he began developing this plan Without Mr. Blake around, he had told my mom, Luke would either have to go antique shopping or to the salon or have to sit alone in the woods. Mom had been thinking the same thing so it didn't take much to convince her. She and Amber could do their "girl" stuff. And Skyler and I could do "guy stuff."

If only she knew.

"Earth to Luke," Amber yelled. "I'm talking to you."

"What do you want?"

"I said, for the third time, that Mom and I are going to go grab some lunch for the trip. What do you want?"

"Oh, um a chicken parm sub. Get Skyler the same."

"Thanks," she replied in mocking sweetness.

"Tell Skyler not to rush," mom said, "We have plenty of time."

"Alright, mom. We'll be ready to go when you get back."

They drove away and I went back into the house, trying not to let Amber get to me. She could be a total pain in the neck. I took back what I thought about Skyler going on this trip,.I'd go crazy if it was just my sister and my mom.

I knocked on the door to the bathroom. "I ordered you a chicken parm sandwich. I hope that's alright."

"Yeah, man," he said. "That sounds good. Hey, could you bring me a towel?"

Yeah, a towel. "Mom said you don't have to rush," I said grabbing a towel from the hall closet "Amber was just being a brat."

I opened the door to the bathroom and I noticed that the shower curtain wasn't closed all the way. I walked in slowly, looking through the gap in the curtain. All I could see of him was his ass, round and wet. I went to put the towel on the rack, until I noticed that there was already a towel there.

"Hey, you already have a towel," I said.

"No," he replied opening up the curtain. "That one is yours."

Our eyes met and as I looked into his face, a small, mischievous smile appeared on his lips. My eyes continued to trail down his body, across his chest, his belly, and finally to his cock. He was hard and slowly stroking himself as I drank in the view of his naked body.

"Skyler, I..." The words couldn't form on my tongue. I prized myself on my ability to always say the right thing but words failed me.

"I was hoping they would leave for a bit," he chuckled. He stepped onto the bath mat. "Well?" he said.

I nodded and slipped off my sandals. I grabbed the edge of my shirt, but he pushed my hands away and slowly lifted the shirt off of me. Then he grabbed my shorts and boxers in both hands and pulled them down. I wriggled back and forth and soon I was standing completely naked before him. We stood there for a moment, his eyes wandering over my own body.

"Come on," he said finally. "Do I have to invite you in?" He stepped back into the tub. Out of habit, I locked the door, stepped in, and closed the curtain.

I sighed as the warm water pulsed against my back. However, my sigh was cut short as Skyler placed his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

He kissed me slowly at first, I had missed kissing him, being able to taste his lips whenever I wanted. Apparently, he felt the same as his kisses grew more passionate, his tongue slipping into my mouth. He pressed me hard against him, our lips crashing together, and I met his tongue with mine. We kissed until we nearly ran out of breath, the warm waters flowing down our backs.

Gently, Skyler broke the kiss and began tracing his lips down the side of my jaw. Instinctively, I craned my neck to the side and soon he was planting kisses down my neck. Then he bit down and I moaned softly against his chest. I heard him chuckle softly and he began to repeat his performance, kissing my neck and shoulders before finally nibbling on the sensitive spot on my neck.

A moan escaped my lips. He knew just where to touch me, just where to kiss to drive me up the wall. In response to my moan, he bit down harder causing me to arch towards him.

He pushed me against the wall of the shower and came up to kiss me again. Slowly, he worked his hand down my side and across my hips. He ran his hand across my waist, barely brushing my erection, and then back around to my ass. He smacked it and then kissed me again. I slid my own hands around him and ran them down his back.

Then, he grabbed a hold of my dick and began rubbing the head slowly. I shut my eyes and let out another soft moan as he worked his rough hand over my shaft. While he continued to tease me, he kissed his way down my chest and stomach.

A shock ran up my spine as he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. He worked his head back and forth slowly, taking more and more of my cock with each movement. I ran my fingers through his mop of wet blonde hair, and pushed my hips outward, my body instinctively begging for him to take more; to suck harder.

He pulled away, and I opened my eyes to see him looking up at me, a coy smile on his lips as he ran his hand up and down my cock. He was intent on teasing me, his grin widening when an involuntary whimper escaped my lips. Still looking at me, he ran his tongue over the head, then slowly down the shaft.

He began rubbing harder as he reached my balls, taking one of them softly into his mouth, then the other. I gasped and ran my fingers across his shoulders, urging him to keep going. He did, stroking faster and sucking softly.

My cock tensed up, and he moved to take my cock into his mouth. He sucked hard, pushing my body against the shower wall. I came hard, my body shaking. He pulled back, but he didn't stop sucking. Instead, he paid lavish attention to my sensitive head. I shuddered in a sharp mix of pleasure and distress.

"Stop, stop," I moaned.

He did, standing up with that same damn smile on his face. 'I thought you were enjoying it."

I smacked him across the chest. "You know how sensitive I get, asshole."

He laughed again and then kissed me hard. I could taste the saltiness and sweetness of my cum on his lips.

As we kissed, my hand slid down to his cock. It was hard, wet, and warm. I could tell he was already close. Which was good, because I didn't want to be interrupted.

I stroked slowly as I continued to kiss him until finally he pulled away, groaning softly. At that moment, I dropped to my knees, using his body to block the water from the shower head, and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste his excitement, how close he was to cumming just from rubbing his cock as he brought me to orgasm.

I loved the way his body reacted to mine.

I didn't tease him like he did to me. I sucked hard and fast, pushing his cock deep into my throat with every motion. I was determined to make him cum hard.

In a few moments, I was rewarded. He let out a groan and shot his load into my mouth. I was just thinking about doing the same thing to him as he had done to me, but he must have sensed it because he pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, hard.

"Alright, now finish up," I said. I grabbed my towel and my clothes and made a dash for my room. I realised that I would have to make sure I was completely dry before Mom came back with lunch.

When I was absolutely sure that I was dry, I put my same clothes back on and went out into the living room to wait. Skyler was already sitting there, criss-cross on the floor just to be safe, now wearing a black and green, dragon t-shirt and black shorts.

"You're incorrigible."

He laughed. "I don't know da meaning of da word," he chimed back.

"This trip is going to be..."

"Life-affirming?" he offered.

"A disaster," I corrected. I plopped onto the couch behind him and ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"You worry too much," he said. "What's going to happen?" He held the last word too long as it slowly transitioned into a groan.

"All sorts of things, if we can't control ourselves." I stopped rubbing his head and grabbed the remote. I tossed it to him. "Here." I grabbed my book from the nightstand and started reading.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to look nonchalant."

"Oh." He turned the television to a football game. "What are you reading?"

"The new Robert Hawthorne novel?"

"Is that 'Wind Through the Night'?"

"Yeah. Did you read it?"

"I got twenty pages in, had to give it a pass. I don't know what you see in Hawthorne."

I scoffed. "Genius."

"Nobody said genius had to be exciting, I guess."

I was about to argue the finer points of Hawthorne's numerous positive qualities, when the car horn sounded. I grabbed my book while Skyler turned off the T.V. We made it to the car, but one look from mom had me turning around to lock the front door.

When I got back to the car, Skyler had already opened his sub.

"Get in, Luke," Amber whined.

I hopped into the back next to Skyler. He handed me my sandwich as mom pulled away from our house. Skyler did a pantomime of putting the entire sub in his mouth. I let out a small chuckle and sighed. It was going to be an interesting vacation.