Maylor One Shots

Camp

*Brian’s POV*

  The crickets were chirping. The trees were swaying very gently. Everyone was in their tents, asleep or doing some weird stuff with their sleeping partner. Oh, boy, of course Roger and I were the ones doing weird stuff together.

  “Hey, Bri. Look at this!” Roger, my gay bestie whispered to me.

  I squinted my eyes, trying to see what Roger was holding. I tilted it so the natural light from the sky could reflect on it. What I saw there made me gasp with excitement.

   A freaking gay porn magazine. First, I was surprised that he had any of those things. Second, he actually said he was going to bring one when we were talking about it and he actually did. Third, we were SO going to get into trouble if the teachers found out. Fourth, I had saved my cum for five days now and just the sight of anything a little sexy was making me horny as heck.

  “How did you get this?!” I whisper-screamed.

  “Remember that bloke, Freddie? Yeah, he gave me this magazine as a stress-relieving gift last week. I waited for three days to open this up because I want to see it for the first time with you.”

  “Awww, that’s so sweet.”

  “Who? Freddie or me?”

  “Of course Freddie. He gave you the gift.”

  “You bitch. I’m not going to share it with you then.” Roger was proceeding to put the magazine back into his bag. I quickly grabbed onto his arm to stop him.

  “Wait! I’m joking, alright? Sorry.” I said. Of course we both knew we were joking. But we just had to add in some drama (Because we are so gay) even though it was just the two of us in this hard-to-sleep-with-your-legs-fully-stretched tent. 

  We started flipping through the magazine. Oh, my God. The men were so fucking hot. They were all well-built, cute, and had big cocks. How is that not a huge turn on? 

  Pages and pages we went through, thirsting over all of them like whores. Some young, some old. Some almost showed it, some showed it all. Some mature daddies, some looked like they were under eighteen. 

  We were in the heaven of gayness. 

  Such a fucking bad idea to not jerk off for five days straight. My eyes were receiving the simulations, and my brain took that very seriously. It signaled all my blood to flow down into my cock. What the fuck. (Ooh, that kinda rhymed.)

  My cock was getting uncomfortable in these trousers. I glanced over to Roger, seeing how he was doing. His trousers looked like they were going to break if we waited for another five minutes.

  I tried to hold my feelings in, but I couldn’t do it. It was too much to contain.

  “Rog, I’m so hard.”

  “I’m glad you said it. Because I am, too.”

  Both of us sneaked out of our tents, looking around and making sure nobody would catch us. It was the very middle of the night, so there was no one awake at this moment. Unless we were that unlucky.

  Fortunately, we made it to a spot quite far away from the whole group and not with that many bugs around. 

  The moment we sat down, I wasted no time reaching down into my underwear to rub my eager cock. 

  “Fuck. What a relief.”

  I used my thumb, index and middle finger to toy with the tip. My skin had become quite silky from not being frisky lately.