The School Camping Trip (Patreon)

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Can you imagine anything worse than spending an entire weekend hiking through the wilderness in the snow, with nothing more than a sleeping bag, a bottle of water and a few snacks in your oversized bag? How about doing it with twenty other people, most of whom would usually be spending their weekends getting ridiculously drunk at parties that you were never invited to?

Well add to that, the fact that somehow, someway, the person that you were forced to share a tent with just happened to be the most big headed, egotistical douchebag in the entire freaking school.

Was he hot? Yes he was hot! But that meant nothing out here. In school, I could lurk in the shadows and secretly crush on the person who only knew I existed because he'd spent the last five years being a gigantic asshole to me. Now, however, we had to exist in the same tiny tent.

The worst part about it was that it wasn't even optional. This ridiculous trip was some twisted lesson in character building, which meant that none of the people there, including me, were enjoying it in the slightest.

So here we are, twenty grouchy teenage boys slugging through dense forest, being pelted by snow and pissing icicles. And mixed in, a bunch of cocky jocks who were spending more time making jokes than anything else.  Yeah, it was hell on earth, but I didn't know then that a few hours later, my entire world would be rattled.

Bryce Tyler was arguably the hottest man I had ever known. It's not even an exaggeration. Sure, there were celebrities that may have topped the charts, but in real life, Bryce took the trophy. He wasn't a big beef-head either. Some of the guys on the football team were all muscle and no brain, and don't get me wrong, I was yet to find any definitive proof that Bryce did in fact have a brain, but at least his vulgar jokes were occasionally witty.

The thing I liked most about Bryce was the fact that he was incredibly fit in every possible way, but he didn't look like the poster boy for steroids, either. He was buff and ripped, but he was perfectly proportioned, like a marble statue that had been created by gods.

And so what if I was madly in love with the guy? You would be too! His caramel hair, often windswept across his beautiful face. His eyes which shone like the blue of an exotic ocean, swimmingly stunning, breathtakingly delicious. His pearly smile, twinkling against the winter sunlight and his golden skin, contrasting with the blanket of snow surrounding us. Oh yeah, Bryce Tyler was the Romeo to my Juliet, the Clyde to my Bonnie, the...

My face hit the snow before I had a chance to come up with a third one.

"Don't trip, butt muncher" Corey Elliot sniggered, after quite literally making me trip. The trio laughed to themselves as they passed me and left me to scramble to my feet.

"Watch your footing, Zach" Mr. Cullen beamed stupidly, "I can't risk my star pupil getting injured now, can I?"

The man helped me up as Corey, Bryce and Jackson cackled to themselves ahead.

"Thanks" I mumbled, wiping the wet slush from my face.

Oh the joys of being stranded in the wilderness with my high school bullies. What a glorious start to the Christmas season. On the upside, I only had one more night to survive and then I'd be back home, cooped up in my bedroom playing video games with my dog. I could hardly control the excitement.

On and on we went, slipping and sliding, moaning and groaning, until the winter sun disappeared behind clouds of thick snow, and Mr. Cullen finally called a halt to our travels.

"I think we'll bed down here for the night, gents!" He smiled, acting as though he hadn't just forced us to scale an entire fucking forest mountain, "let's get the tents set up".

It was left to me, of course. How could Bryce Tyler possibly be expected to set up a tent? It was rude of anybody to even suggest such a thing. So as I began piecing the gigantic puzzle together, Bryce and Corey sat on a fallen tree and played a game of who could get the most snowballs into the hood of my windbreaker.

"Nice work, Zach!" Mr. Cullen said, as he walked around inspecting the dozen tents that now weaved through the trees, "well done, Bryce" he added with a smile.

"Thanks sir" Bryce nodded, "it was hard work, but we got there in the end".

I gritted my teeth as the man left. That was all I did, if I'm honest. Arguing with Bryce would have only ended badly for me, and it was unlikely that an ambulance would make it this far up a mountain.

As the darkness descended on our camp, our pathetic attempt at a fire allowed the jocks to burn sausages which they devoured like wild animals, but those of us who were lower down the food chain were left with the fruit that Mr. Cullen insisted on bringing. I'd never been more thankful for an apple in my life.

"Bright and early in the morning" the man announced as people began to retreat to their tents, "we'll be returning to the bus for seven".

I got to the tent first. Bryce would spend another hour or two with his bone head friends talking about girls and football, which meant that I could pretend to be asleep by the time he got in, and we could return to normality tomorrow and forget that this whole shit show ever happened.

I crawled inside, wrapped myself in the sleeping bag and planned to go asleep, until the pangs of teenage virility punched me in the dick.

"No" I mumbled to myself, as though I was trying to explain to my hardening cock that this was most certainly not the right place to jerk off.

Did it listen? Absolutely not, so with one quick peek out of the tent, I slid my hand inside my pants and began what was sure to be the quickest and coldest wank of my life.

Perhaps in the eighties, this wouldn't have been so difficult. I guess people back then didn't rely on an internet connection to blow their load. They had magazines and imaginations, but as a twenty-first century boy, my jerk off sessions relied heavily on electricity.

I pictured some explicit scenes. Naturally, Bryce existed in all of them. I imagined what he might look like. I imagined what he might taste like, and when I began to imagine what he might smell like, I mistakenly moved my hand and closed it around a fabric that I hadn't noticed before.

With one hand rapidly stroking my six inch erection, I lifted the mystery item up in the darkness and widened my eyes at the sight. They certainly weren't mine, that was for sure. A pair of silk-like designer briefs, black like the night sky and slipping through my fingers like water.

Frantically, I took them to my face and inhaled the wondrous stench of jock. It only took me seconds before I could feel the orgasm build inside me. I took another breath, feeling Bryce's musk pour into my lungs as I manically beat my meat.

It was both sharp and sweet. I could smell the hint of deodorant as it mixed with his natural scent. His sweaty junk had rubbed across the sacred fabric for the entirety of yesterday's hike. His amazing ass had lived in the very thing that I was now taking into my mouth.

Oh the taste. I could have released my young sperm all over the inside of my pants if I had wanted to, but now I wanted to prolong it. I needed to enjoy Bryce's underwear for as long as I possibly could, because never again would I experience such a stroke of luck.

I fed more and more of his briefs into my mouth until his taste spread all across my hungry tongue. I sucked them, swallowed the juices and returned for more. I was ravenous, wild, delirious with explosive horniness, and then my world exploded before my very eyes as I stared at Bryce Tyler who was watching me like I was murdering his first born son.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" he said, and each word hit me like a punch.

"No" I gasped, as every inch of my body began to prickle with terror. "I can explain".

I watched as his disgustingly handsome face turned from horrified to something else. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was something. A cruel smile formed, making his eyes narrow and devious, and then he backed out of the tent.

"Hey Corey!" He called, and I scarpered like a deer in headlights.

I had no idea what I was planning to do. Maybe I'd push him over the edge and become one of those people who had a dark secret from their schooldays. I'm not sure I ever really considered that, but I needed to do something, and by the time I grabbed his large arm and did virtually nothing to stop him walking, I still hadn't worked it out.

Bryce swung around and stared at me. I stared back with my mouth open and nothing in my brain.

"Please" is all I managed, and he sniggered and continued walking.

This was it. This was the moment that any bit of peace that I had ever known would come crashing down and I'd forever be known as the underwear sniffing pervert.

"I'll do anything".

The words hung in the cold night air. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't, but slowly, Bryce turned back to me and his devious smile had become... Well, deviouser.

"Anything, huh?" He asked, taking a step toward me.

I studied his face. Surely it wasn't going to be this easy. I'm sure he had hundreds of slave-like students that he could bully into doing his homework for him, so why would he need me?

Bryce looked around the empty campsite. Everybody was curled up in their sleeping bags inside their tents, and I wanted to punch myself for not doing the same. He nodded slowly as he rubbed his sharp jawline and then nodded again toward the tent.

"Go on" he said, and began walking toward it once more.

I was too confused and too worried to do anything but what Bryce was suggesting. Getting him back in the tent was certainly the first step, but what then? How on earth would I convince the guy who gets off on bullying me, to disregard the ultimate weapon that he'd uncovered?

I crawled in first, he joined a moment later, and I watched as he zipped the tent up.

"You'll do anything then?" He asked, a cold confidence in his voice.

"Y... Yes".

He pondered. He pondered because he knew that I was rattling with nervousness, and then he pondered some more.

"Anything?" He repeated, and even though I was in no position to be angry, I felt it boil inside me.

"Yes, Bryce" I replied, "anything".

He showed his perfect teeth. I wasn't sure if it was a smile or a snarl, but he held it for a moment before laying down on his back and sighing contently.

Was he going asleep? Was he just going to forget all of this so we could all live our lives happily ever after? No. No he wasn't.

"You can start by giving me a foot rub" he said to the roof of the tent, "they're killing me".

I cocked a brow. A fucking foot rub? I mean, don't get me wrong, rubbing anything that Bryce owned was like a dream come true, but surely there were very beautiful young women back home who would have rubbed more than his damn feet for him?!

"Um... Sure" I said awkwardly, happy that the darkness was masking my red cheeks.

I shuffled down the tent and began to unlace his boots. Was it the most romantic thing that had ever happened to me? Yeah, actually, it probably was.

I pulled the first one off the reveal his socked foot. It was warm and moist, and made me squirm a little as he wiggled his toes through them. The second came next, and as I began to peel off each sock, Bryce wrapped his hands behind his head and watched me joyfully.

I'd never given a foot rub before, and I wasn't planning to ever give one again, but if this is what bought Bryce's silence, then this was going to be the best damn foot rub that had ever been given.

With an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, I began to press my thumbs into the warm, soft soles of Bryce's feet. His breathing became deeper and he groaned happily as I continued up both of them, and finally moved to his toes.

"Yeah" he nodded, "that's good".

Perhaps I should have felt some level of humiliation. I suppose that's what Bryce wanted. But I didn't. The more I massaged, the more invested I became, until I began wondering if my college dreams were all in vain and that instead, I should spend my life as a foot rubber. Zach the foot rubber. It had a ring to it.

"Alright" he nodded finally and removed his hands from his head, "now you can suck my cock".

I slid my finger between his big toe and the one next to it and imagined what that might have felt like. Personally, I couldn't have had anybody touch my feet, it was a little too strange... I stopped thinking and looked up through the darkness.

Had my mind just deceived me? Had every sound that had just entered my brain and formed words just lied directly to my face? I turned my head like the most confused puppy to ever exist, and became almost statue like as I waited for a correction.

"You said anything" he shrugged, and began to shimmy out of his pants.

I could have done that back and forth thing where one person asks are you serious and the other replies yes, and over and over it happens until finally they give in and have mind numbing sex, but this wasn't a movie scene or fairytale. This wasn't Snow White and the Seven Dicks, this was Nerdy Zach in a Tent with Hot Bryce, and that just didn't have the same ring to it.

I watched with a dry mouth and a thumping heart as Bryce pushed his boxer briefs down his meaty thighs and let his large cock lay freely across his groin. I refused to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Bryce was serious, then this was about to be the best moment of my life, and if he wasn't serious, then I was just back to square one.

I sat back for a moment and simply stared at it. I don't know what I was expecting, perhaps I had spent so much time imagining that Bryce was an asshole because he had a tiny dick, so now that I was eyeing a Coke can sized cock, I was both impressed and disappointed.

"If you tell anyone about this" he warned, "I will literally rip your face off".

This was good. We were already having romantic conversations, and I was happy to live with that. How else would straight jocks ever receive pleasure? Was it even sex if they didn't threaten brutal violence?

I nodded and shuffled up the tent once more, sitting next to him and wondering if he was going to suddenly change his mind and murder me. When he nodded toward his own cock, I took that as a green light, and reached my hand over, closing it around him.

"Don't get weird" he said sternly, "this isn't anything more than a blowjob, you got that?"

I was out of witty thoughts. I nodded and began to pump life into Bryce's rod. He closed his eyes, probably trying to imagine me as some big titted super model, when the reality was horrifically different.

I felt him swell in my cold hand. The warmth of his meat began to heat me, like some type of compact hand warmer. I watched him grow, seeing his loose balls become tighter as his cock turned hard in my grasp.

He had a foreskin, which was rather strange considering where we were. Was I upset by this revelation? Absolutely not, that simply meant more cock, and so I slipped it back across his bulbous helmet and felt my own one grow as I did.

"Jack" he said, but I was in a world of my own as I gawped at the spectacular view.

"Jack!?" He repeated, harsher this time, "suck it".

"Oh... It's um... It's Zach" I corrected, and he looked at me as though my name was the most unimportant thing that had ever occurred within our solar system.

I ignored that easy mistake and leaned forward. Immediately I recognised his scent from the underwear that I had attempted to consume like some type of feral mountain lion. It was warmer and stronger in person, which was to be expected considering he had been sweating into his underwear for the entire day.

I inhaled him as I opened my mouth and took his cock head against my tongue. It felt almost as though a firework of happiness had been let off inside my mouth. I licked it, as though I was sampling a delicacy, and tasted his delicious flavours. His cock was both soft and hard, and I sucked it like I had never sucked before.

I had never sucked before, but that didn't matter now. What mattered now was that I was sucking the cock of Bryce fucking Tyler. He was in my mouth. Bryce Tyler had his cock in my mouth and I, Zach Andrew Davids, the nerdy eighteen-year-old who plays video games with his dog, was sucking it.

I plunged down and made myself gag so hard I thought I'd die. Bryce ignored it and allowed me a moment to catch my breath before I returned and swallowed him hungrily. Up and down I went, running my tongue along his veiny shaft in an attempt to appear less awful at it.

I found the confidence to handle his large balls as I choked on his pole, and ran them across my palm as I played with them. For some bizarre reason, he seemed okay with me resting my head on his groin, which made the strain in my neck much easier.

He was larger than me for sure, but it wasn't just his length that was filling me. I could barely close my hand around his girth, so my mouth was stretched wide around his shaft as I gulped down his delicious pre-cum.

Even getting the jock to produce pre-cum was mind numbing. I had made Bryce Tyler produce pre-cum!

On and on it went, yet the young man seemed no closer to cumming now than he had when he launched a snowball at my head earlier in the day. Maybe I was awful at this, or maybe this was normal? I had no idea, but I knew that in order for me to hold up my end of this insane bargain, Bryce would need to cum.

I went faster, then harder, then slower and softer. I went up and down, I ran my tongue around his ridge, and licked his balls, and then I sucked them into my mouth, one by one and let him have a ball bath on my tongue. I squeezed his shaft, jerked him off, jerked and squeezed and sucked all at once, and Bryce just lay there and watched.

Finally, after at least an hour of desperately trying to milk the half naked jock, I had to throw in the towel. I was exhausted. My jaw ached, my back hurt and I was sweating cold beads down my body. There was simply nothing more that I could do, so I sat back and lifted my hands in defeat.

"I didn't cum" he said, as though I wasn't acutely aware of that fact.

"I can see that" I said, breathless, "why not?"

Bryce considered it for a moment before shrugging and reaching for his pants. I almost screamed at him.

"Wait!" I barked, "what can I do to make you cum?"

He stared at me as though I'd spoken in Ancient Egyptian.

"You want to make me cum?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Well... Yeah, obviously".

Bryce was perplexed. It certainly wasn't a rare emotion for him, but he simply couldn't comprehend the issue.

"But... Why do you care if I cum?" He asked, utterly devastated with confusion.

"Because I was sucking your dick" I said slowly, "that's usually how it's supposed to end?"

"You're a weird guy, Jack" he said, and pulled up his pants, "but um... Maybe you could uh..."

I waited and watched, and waited even longer as he tried to find the words.

"Maybe you could come over sometime... To my house I mean, and um... I don't know, we could hang out or something".

Hang out? Did Bryce just ask me to fucking hang out with him? I lay back, his taste and smell still covering my face, and I nodded.

"I can do that" I said, "sure".

"But if you tell a single person –"

"I know" I smiled, "you'll rip my face off".