“Hoist me up!” Marcus looked over his shoulder then back up at the tree he was standing in front of. He held a bright yellow rope and extended his arms above his head to show he could almost reach.

“What are you doing?” Jesse asked, raising his eyebrow.

“I’m trying to string this rope. What does it look like I’m doing?” He tried tossing it over the branch again and failed.

“You know it’s not going to rain, right?” Jesse was in the process of pulling the tent from the bag across the campground.

Marcus looked baffled at the question. “This is Vancouver! It doesn’t matter what weather they’re predicting, we need to put up a tarp, just in case. I do not want to be doing this in the pouring rain if a storm rolls in.” He stood on his tip toes to try again.

“Okay, fine.” Jesse dropped the bag of tent poles at his feet and joined Marcus next to the tree. He noticed several nails remained imbedded in the bark from campers past. “But, you know I can just reach, right?” He took the rope and strung it over the branch, looped it through the grommet on the tarp and then walked across to another tree. “This one?” He asked.

“Yeah! That should work,” Marcus confirmed. “You sure you don’t want to hoist me?” He asked with a mischievous smile.

After stringing up the tarp and pitching the tent, the two boys went about setting up the rest of the camp in companionable silence. Marcus filled their bed mats with air, unrolled the sleeping bags and fluffed the pillows. While Jesse started prepping the fire, which for now, actually just meant he was scanning the woods around their site for sticks. It didn’t take long for him to disappear into the woods. Later, once dinner was made and the fire was burning, he’d sit in his chair slowly taking the bark off a thick walking stick with his knife.

When Jesse emerged from the trees, Marcus was curled up in his favourite camping chair with a light blanket and a book. “Comfy?” Jesse asked.

Marcus raised his eyes and laughed at the number of sticks Jesse was carrying haphazardly. “I am! You hungry?”

“Not yet. But, I need to tell you about my adventure.” He let the sticks clatter to the dirt and pulled up his chair next to his partner.

“Adventure? You weren’t gone that long.” Marcus closed his book and tucked it into the pouch of his chair.

“You’re right, but there is a single man in the camp right next to ours.” He pointed toward the trees at the north end of their site. “No one usually camps there and it doesn’t look like he has that much stuff with him.”

“How do you know he’s single?” Marcus smirked.

“Hilarious.” Jesse slapped Marcus’s knee. “I meant he is camping by himself. But, I do hope he’s single. He’s hot.”

“Should we invite him over to our fire tonight?” Marcus asked with a smile. Jesse just shrugged and turned back toward his pile of sticks to investigate them for walking stick quality. He started with the most interesting, the one that looked similiar to yoga’s staff, crooked with a strong looking handle.

Marcus turned in his chair and looked toward the trees. He couldn’t see the site from where he was sitting, but he wondered what the man looked like. If they were in the city, he could almost bank on him being a redheaded twink, but out here he wasn’t so certain. Somehow he didn’t see that kind of man being out here in the woods, especially by himself. But quickly he realized that he thought himself a twink and he loved it out here, it was one of his favourite places to escape the city.

“I know you like to play with your wood, darling. But are you going to chop any for the fire?” Marcus laughed. Jesse looked up and scowled. “I’ll start dinner,” Marcus offered. Really, he just wanted to watch. There was something so incredibly sexy about chopping wood. The way his partners large hands curled around the axe, the bulge of his biceps, the satisfying crack of the wood.

Jesse wore an atheletic shirt that was snug against his broad chest. His shorts were just short enough to show off his thighs and said _I might be a little gay. _

…

Jesse kneeled beside the fire pit stacking the thin pieces of kindling as the sun began to sink behind the trees. Before too long the wood was cracking and popping and small flames fluttered in the evening breeze. Marcus clapped with enthusiasm. The fire was the best part of camping. This is why they always tried to get out at least once or twice before the province wide fire ban. That did mean it would get quite cold once the sun had fully disappeared, but it was worth it. And usually, at that time of year they only met other outdoor enthusiasts not the partyers you’d get in the middle of summer.

Slow country music played as they stuck marshmallows onto the sticks Jesse sharpened earlier. They played name that tune while the flames slowly turned the marshmallows golden. They both had a different approach to roasting. Jesse took his time. He slowly and consistently rotated his marshmallow over the flames with patience. While Marcus roasted his hard and fast, stuck the end of his stick as close to the hot coals as he could and watched the sugar sizzle before quickly turning it to the other side. This approach was risky, he had lost a few marshmallows to the coals and others burst into flames, but it was fun and meant he could eat his treats much faster.

The next song started and Marcus knew it instantly, but he was terrible at song titles and even worse with artist names. His mind hurriedly flipped through songs it could be, but Jesse interrupted Marcus’s thoughts with “Should I ask him?”

“Hmmm?” Marcus answered not quite registering the intent behind the question.

“Remember? The cute boy. I have to walk by his site on the way to the bathroom. Should I ask him to join us?”

Marcus shrugged. “If you want.” He was much more of an introvert than his partner and could never imagine himself just waltzing into someone else’s campsite to start up a conversation, but he was intrigued by the man. They hadn’t talked about him since Jesse had returned to camp earlier and it was always fun to see what kind of boy Jesse picked.

“Okay, well I’ll be back.” He stood, grabbed his toiletries bag from the tablet and sauntered off into the dark.

“Don’t forget your flashlight!” Marcus said to his back. Jesse raised his right arm and flicked the flash light off and on into the trees.

…

Marcus was so mesmerized by the dance of the flames that he didn’t hear Jesse walk back up the gravel path. So when he placed his hand on the back of the chair he jumped.

“You need to pay better attention, my dear.” Jesse laughed. “We are out in the middle of nowhere. I could have been anyone.”

Marcus’s heart had jumped into his throat. He was unprepared for a stranger to say, “I could have been a murderer.”

When Marcus turned, Jesse said, “This is Trevor, by the way. This is his first time up in this neck of the woods.”

“Neck of the woods?” Marcus smirked, when did his partner start talking like that? He must really be attracted to this guy. “Where are you from?” He asked.

The first word that came to mind when he met Trevor’s eyes was soft. He was just about as tall as Jesse, but that’s where the similarities ended. While he looked like he’d have no trouble chopping wood, or trekking up a mountain, his body looked live in. Gorgeous, dark curls fell across his forehead and that smile. Jesse must have been reeled in by that smile.

“I’m originally from Halifax actually.” Trevor’s answer interrupted Marcus’s thoughts and he wondered if he could tell he’d been surveying his body. “But, I’m living in Vancouver now. Been here almost a year.”

“That’s awesome!” Marcus answered a bit too enthusiastically, he always got a little extra nervous in front of strangers, especially pretty ones. “Come, join us.” He motioned towards the fire.

Trevor and Jesse walked opposite ways around Marcus’s chair and each settled into their own across the fire pit. It was impossible not to notice the curve of Trevor’s hips and the roundness of his ass, but he had no idea if this man was queer. He wore dark sweat shorts and a black t-shirt that fit him nicely but wasn’t overly tight. His sock feet were slipped into sandles, but at this temperature that could probably be forgiven.

“So, how’d you find this place?” Marcus asked. The camping area wasn’t on any of the typical maps and it was rare to see too many people out here in the middle of May. When he’d walked down to the little beach by the river earlier that afternoon, he’d only seen one other group in an RV.

“Honestly, I kind of stumbled upon it by mistake. And I’m glad I did.” He smiled and Marcus couldn’t help but wonder if there was flirtation in the comment.

“That surprises me,” Jesse says. “Typically, people don’t get this far down the gravel road. But, I see you drive a Jeep.”

“I do. It was always my dream to own a Jeep. I bought it six months after I started my first real job after college. I actually drove across the country in it last summer.” Trevor drummed his thin fingers on his knee as he spoke.

“That must have been an adventure,” Marcus said. “My sibling actually went to school in Halifax and did the same thing. They didn’t plan a single thing and just let the road take them. That would have made me so anxious.” He laughed, realizing maybe he shouldn’t have admitted that out loud.

“It really was. The entire trip took me about a month and I did the same thing actually, I didn’t have much pre-planned, I just stopped when I felt like it and allowed myself to be pulled off the highway on any adventure that seemed interesting. It was a really cool way to see a lot of the country.” His eyes looked distant for a moment and no one spoke. “Your sibling uses they/them pronouns?” Trevor asked when he came back into focus.

“Yep.” Marcus answered, unable to hide the giant grin that spread across his face. “I use he or they pronouns by the way. Yourself?”

“He/him,” Trevor answered. And Jesse echoed the same.

“So, it really does sound like you’re an adventurer. That’s really cool. Have any favourite places on the west coast yet?” Jesse had grown up here, but always loved to hear what folks new to the area thought. And there was so much beauty on the west coast that it was easy to discover new areas to explore.

“I love Alice Lake, it’s beautiful and not that far out of the city. But, Garibaldi is on my list of must visit places. I just don’t know if I’m brave enough for that trek yet.” Trevor blushed. “I’m not really used to the mountains out here on the West Coast yet.”

“Ha! That’s fair,” Marcus exclaimed. “Both Jesse and I grew up in this area and neither of us have done Garibaldi.”

Jesse smiled across the fire at his boy, recognizing the flirtation in his voice.

“Maybe it’s fate that brought us together,” Trevor smiled.

After an hour or so of conversation, they had discovered that being queer was one of the things that brought Trevor out west. Halifax wasn’t necessarily unfriendly to queer folks, but he’d found it just a tad too small and he wasn’t too interested in staying in Toronto long term.

…

The next morning Marcus was curled up in his chair again, drinking a piping hot cup of coffee and reading his book as Trevor strolled past their campsite down toward the river. It was a cool morning but the sun was already peaking over the trees to the east. Trevor was wearing almost the identical outfit he’d been wearing the night before, even down to the grey socks and sandals. Marcus chuckled as he watched the man disappear behind the trees but he couldn’t ignore the warmth between his legs.

“Hey, Jesse!” Marcus whispered yelled at Jesse who was fiddling the with hammock they hadn’t bothered to string up when they first arrived.

“What?” Jesse asked. But Marcus just waved him over. “Did you really need me to come over here right this second? I am almost done.”

“Sorry, but Trevor just walked down to the beach.”

“And?” Jesse asked.

Marcus pulled playfully on the waistband of his bathing suit. “I think you should go down there and see if that cute boy wants to fuck.”

“So, you want me to do all the work, hey?” Jesse smiled. Marcus just nodded in response.

Jesse quickly finished stringing up the hammock then headed down toward the beach. He’d already put on his bathing suit and had on a white tank top, Marcus had no idea how he wasn’t cold. He was wearing sweat shorts, but had on a long sleeve and was curled up with his feet tucked into the blanket.

When he heard Jesse’s sandals on the gravel, Marcus tried to stay calm and look casual. If Trevor was trailing behind him he didn’t want to look too eager, or thirsty. But the words on the page in front on him suddenly started swimming together and all he could think of was the small twitch of his dick.

It felt like forever before two set of feet stood before him and Marcus looked up. “How was the beach?”

“The river is definitely the best part of this camping spot, but damn it’s cold,” Trever said.

“Have you been brave enough to try swimming yet?” Jesse turned and touched his arm slightly.

“Hell no! But do you really want to talk about swimming in the river this morning?”

Marcus turned beat red and Jesse laughed. Trevor’s mouth caught the end of that laugh catching him by surprise but quickly he melted into the kiss. His hands quickly found those beautiful curls and Trevor groaned into his mouth.

For a few minutes the two boys devoured each other while Marcus watched in delight. He wanted so badly to reach into his pants and stroke himself, but he didn’t want to get too far ahead of himself. So he just bit down on his lip as Trevor pulled off Jesse’s tap top and took a moment to run his hands down that sculpted chest.

“Damn, your boy is hott!” Trevor turned to Marcus and gave him a wink before leaning back into Jesse and kissed from his earlobe down to his ribcage.

He groaned in response as he reached for those curls again. Marcus could see Jesse’s cock pressing against the thin fabric of his swimming shorts. Trevor clearly noticed too, he dropped down to a squat and pressed his mouth against that bulge.

Jesse turned to Marcus and mouthed ‘holy fuck’ as he pressed his hips into Trevor who almost growled in response.

“Can I take these off?” He looked up at Jesse who nodded. “Come over here and help me you little slut,” he demanded, then hesitated. “Can I call you a little slut?”

Marcus nodded as he threw two fluffy towels on the ground at Jesse’s feet and kneeled down.

Before turning back toward that throbbing cock, Trevor pulled Marcus’s chin turning his their faces together and kissed him hard. “You’re such a pretty little slut,” he cooed. “You going to help me suck your boys dick?”

Marcus nodded and then kissed Trevor again. He tasted like coffee and he still smelled like campfire.

“Good boy,” he said before turning back to Trevor and sliding that bright pink bathing suit down exposing that hard cock already dripping with precum.

Trevor kissed the tip before taking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Jesse almost yelled as Trevor pressed his mouth nearly down to the base.

“Oh, you like that?” Trevor asked as Marcus took over teased and kissing his boyfriend’s dick.

“Yes. So. Good,” Jesse finally managed to say between moans. He was fully naked as the sun moved across their campsite and the temperature started to rise.

When Trevor paused to gently kiss the length of Jesse’s throbbing dick, Marcus leaned forward and joined him.

“Mmmmm, that’s so good,” Jesse said as he thread his fingers through both boys hair and tugged. He tugged Marcus hard enough that he looked up at him. “Such a pretty boy, want to watch him fuck me?”

Marcus nodded and Trevor, who was still lazily kissing hot skin, snapped up. “You’re a bottom?” He asked with a smirk. “I never would have guessed.”

“Vers technically.” He placed a hand under Trevor’s chin and said, “Come’er.”

Trevor stood and immediately sucked Jesse’s lower lip into his mouth while Marcus stayed on his knees gently kissing.

“I need you to fuck me,” Jesse nearly begged in between breaths.

“Such a desperate boy,” Trevor said into his ear with hot breath that made Jesse shiver. He kissed along his jawline from his ear then down his neck. “Be a good little slut and take out my cock.”

Jesse slid his large hands down Trevors soft belly to the edge of his shorts and tugged at the waistband playful before sliding his palm against his bulge. Trevor thrust into his hand as he nipped at his neck.

When Jesse pulled down the baggy grey sweat shorts Trevor’s cock sprang up and stood fully straight and at attention. Marcus gasped as the size, then giggled and blushed.

“You like that big cock?” He asked placing his hand firmly on the back of Marcus’s head and thrusting into his mouth. Marcus groaned as it pressed up against the back of this throat. “Good boy,” Trevor cooed as he thrust his cock in again. He watched Marcus struggle and then released him with just enough time that he sucked in a big breath and coughed slightly. Marcus blinked away the tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes and smiled up at Trevor before kissing the tip of his thick cut cock.

“One more time,” Trevor practically growled as his thrust his cock back into Marcus’s mouth hard. Jesse ran one hand down Trevor’s back leaving into the rest on his ass while his other hand held Marcus’s mouth hard against his cock. Marcus gasped and drooled as he was released but was still smiling.

“Such a good little slut,” Jesse rubbed away the tear that was falling down Marcus’s cheek.

Trevor repositioned himself behind Jesse, reaching to touch every inch of exposed skin before rubbing circles around his hole. Jesse groaned, “yes, please.”

“You like that big boy?”

Jesse nodded and wiggled his ass. Trevor landed a smack on his ass cheek in response. Then pressed one lubed up finger into his opening.

Marcus pulled off his own shorts exposing is tiny trans cock. His cunt was dripping and his cock was throbbing, he couldn’t resist touching himself while he watched Trevor gently prepare his boyfriend for that thick cock. He sat back on the towel and pulled on his cock as Jesse closed his eyes and rocked against Trevor’s hand.

Jesse stayed hard as another finger was slipped inside and he groaned. Trevor reached around his body and pulled Jesse against his chest so he could kiss and suck at his neck while he fingered him. “You almost ready for me?” He asked. He nodded, turning his head to bring their wet mouths together.

Trevor kissed him back hard then traced his free hand down his strong chest and stomach until he gripped the base of his cock hard. “I love that you’re still hard for me,” he said a he pulled on it a few times before pressing his body forward and positioning himself behind him.

Marcus felt the mess between his legs and used it to rub his cock as he watched Trevor expertly turn his usually top boyfriend into a slutty little bottom.

Just before Trevor pressed into him, he said, “I want to fuck his load into your mouth pretty boy.” Marcus’s cock twitched but he got back up on his knees and took Jesse in his mouth as he groaned at the size of Trevor filling him up.

He gripped his hips firmly and thrust into him again forcing his cock further into Marcus’s open mouth.

“Fuuuuck! You better cum fast, I am going to explode.”

Trevor didn’t waste any more time with teasing, he thrust himself hard against Jesse’s ass as revealed in every single moan that left his lips.

“Oh baby, I’m going to cum,” Trevor pulled at Marcus’s hair as Trevor’s cock forced his against the back of Marcus’s throat.

“Good, boy. Cum for me,” Trevor instructed as he thrust against him a few more times before leaning into Jesse’s back and bitting into his shoulder as the two boys came together.

Marcus gasped for breath as cum dripped from his lips. Jesse practically collapsed into the camping chair but Trevor lowered himself down to the ground and licked the cum from his lips before delicately kissing Marcus just below his eye, in the middle of his cheek, then underneath the edge of his jaw. “Such as good boy,” Trevor smiled and planted one more kiss on Marcus’s mouth. His cock had already gone limp, but it still looked impressive between his thick thighs. “So, how are we going to make you cum, pretty boy?”Marcus blushed but moved his body to expose his wet cunt.

“Touch yourself for me.” Marcus wet his fingers at his opening then rubbed the length of his cock while he looked into Trevor’s soft dark eyes.

“You need to lick his nipples,” Jesse instructed with a smile.

“Oh, yeah?” Trevor raised at eyebrow then turned back to Marcus who was already blushing again, but he nodded. He pressed Marcus into the towel so he was lying on his back and pressed his mouth into the bottom crease of his chest and smiled at the way Marcus’s body automatically responded, hips arching toward him. “Mmmmm, I’m going to like this,” he said, licking one of Marcus’s nipples before sucking it into his mouth.

Marcus gasped and arched his body against Trevor’s. “Oh yes, rub that cunt against me baby.” He didn’t even think about it, his body automatically responded as Trevor rubbed one nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the other. His body came alive with sensation and he was desperate for release.

Trevor’s stomach become slick with pre cum, but he didn’t stop teasing those nipples between his lips encouraging him to thrust his tiny cock against him until he was shaking. “You going to cum to little slut?” Trevor smiled as Marcus’s hands clawed at his back as he groaned and pressed against him.

The sound of gravel wasn’t enough to pull Marcus’s attention away from the feeling of Trevor’s mouth and the throbbing in his dick. Thankfully it was only Jesse repositioning his chair so he could watch as his cock began to swell again.

“Good boy, cum for me,” Trevor demanded before sucking his nipple hard into his mouth again and Marcus exploded beneath him. His body shook and his toes curled as approached climax and then burst out of him leaving the towel under his back soaking wet.

Trevor dipped his head down pressing kisses into Marcus’s hip bone, he shivered in response. Trevor kept kissing, until he slid his tongue between Marcus’s legs and lapped up the mess that was left there. He groaned into his cunt like he loved the taste. Marcus twitched, then laughed at his own bodies response as blush rose into his cheeks again.

Trevor licked his lips as he sat back on his heels. His cock was standing at attention again. “Think your cunt can take me? He asked with a smirk and pulled once on his cock. Marcus nodded. Trevor looked up at Jesse who was slowly pulling on his semi hard dick just over Marcus’s head in the same camping chair he sat in around the fire last night.

“I love that I’m going to cum inside you both.” He pressed his cock into Marcus’s throbbing pussy not breaking eye contact with Jesse.