Goin' Fishin' - A One Shot
This one-shot was originally intended for the Comment Ficathon and was inspired by the prompt, Sex in a Tent.
“Thinking about goin’ campin’ next days off. Maybe do a little fishin’. Haven’t been in a while,” Ennis said. He and Jack were sitting in lounge chairs under a big umbrella on the deck of Jack’s house, drinking beer, listening to a playoff game on the radio, watching their wives and kids and some neighbor kids swimming.
Jack nodded, wondering if Ennis was going to invite him. They’d gotten to be good friends when Ennis transferred to Denver last year. Jack had trained Ennis, and their new friendship had fast taken on an interestin’ edge. Sometimes it was almost more like they were flirtin’ than just kiddin’ around, and sometimes he noticed Ennis staring at him. Like today, he’d seen Ennis checking out his bare chest, and once he’d turned around fast and coulda sworn Ennis was looking at his ass. Ennis hadn’t paid much attention to either one of their wives, and they both looked damned good in their bikinis. Truth was, Jack hadn’t paid much attention to ‘em either, kept staring at Ennis’ bare feet, fascinated by those long toes, wondering what that might mean about some of Ennis’ other parts.
“I used to go up to a nice park in the mountains, good fishing, never real crowded.”
Ennis looked at him full on, asked, “Wanna come?”
Jack felt a catch in his belly and a shiver in his cock, wondered why the fuck he was feeling so queer ‘bout Ennis all of a sudden, but he nodded anyway. “Sure.”
~
“Tent don’t look right,” Jack complained. They’d only brought one, since Jack’s son was using his. Ennis’ was plenty big enough for both of them, but it was sitting funny.
“You gotta be so fuckin’ picky about every damn thing? All we’re gonna do is sleep in it,” Ennis grumbled, normal sounding enough, but Jack felt like that last part was a question.
It was almost dark by the time they were ready for dinner. They grilled pork chops on a grate over the fire pit and Ennis heated up some baked beans in the can. They drank beer with their dinner, had whiskey for dessert.
They bitched about work at first, then moved on to their lives. They were both young, early thirties, and still on their first marriages, but they’d hit that rocky, difficult part. Ennis said Alma’d wanted to move to Denver so the girls could be closer to their grandparents, but he suspected it was so Alma could be closer to somebody else. Jack was surprised at this news, hadn’t known they were in trouble, and confided that Lureen was more interested in her career than him and Bobby. The sad thing to Jack was that her being so preoccupied didn’t really bother him much, less even since he and Ennis had become friends.
After they ate, they sat in front of the fire, talking less, drinking more, passing the whiskey between them, fingers touching every time they handed it back, sometimes their eyes too, till the bottle was empty and they were full and drunk. Ennis stood up, mumbling something Jack couldn’t make out, stumbled towards a tree, and Jack heard the wet sound of pee splattering on a rock. Ennis came back to the fire, but didn’t sit down, started peelin’ off his clothes. “Goin’ to bed.”
“’K. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Ennis shed clothes till he was left in a pair of pale grey, skin-tight boxer briefs. Jack couldn’t stop himself from watching the show, eyes going straight to the sizable bulge in the front of Ennis’ underwear when he dropped his shorts. After a few seconds, Jack realized Ennis wasn’t moving, and he looked up square into Ennis’ eyes. But Ennis didn’t say a word about him staring, just said ‘g’night’ and crawled into the tent, gave Jack a nice peek at his back side as he did.
Jack stayed by the fire for a while longer, drank one last beer, worrying about what they might be fixin’ to get into, till he started nodding off and had to quit fighting it. He had to go in there eventually, wouldn’t have any fun fishing tomorrow if he didn’t get some sleep tonight. He kicked dirt on the dying embers of their fire, then got undressed in the moonlight. When he was down to his blue plaid boxers, he crawled into the tent.
Ennis was on his back, laying mostly on his own sleeping bag and some on Jack’s. It was too hot to actually get in the bags, so Jack had brought a sheet to cover up with. He saw the white corner of it sticking out from under Ennis’ thigh. Jack jerked it free and Ennis made some noises and curled up on his side, towards Jack, even more on Jack’s side, but he kept on snoring softly. Jack didn’t bother with trying to budge him, just unfolded the sheet and got under it. It didn’t seem right to leave Ennis uncovered, so the last thing he did before sleeping was to flip the other half of the sheet up over Ennis.
~
It felt so good, what was happening to him, hand down his shorts, stroking him with long, firm strokes, just like what he liked, like he was always trying to get from Lureen but she wouldn’t do it ‘cause she was a girl and touched him like a girl, soft and wimpy, but he liked it hard and rough, and that was what he was getting finally, and he knew he was fixing to come, wondered if this was just a dream or if he was cheating on Lureen like he’d been wanting to but hadn’t quite gotten up the nerve for just yet....... And then he felt it behind him, hard cock pressing into his ass, and he knew for sure he wasn’t dreaming, ‘cause he wouldn’t even know how to dream something like this, would never have been able to imagine how this would feel, but now he was feeling it, so now he knew, would never have to try and imagine it. It felt good.... damned good.
Jack cracked open his eyes. It was early, just barely light enough for him to make out where he was..... a tent. He could see the support rods bent along the dark green canvas, could feel the hard ground beneath him, the hard cock being ground into his ass. Ennis must still be asleep. Jack didn’t know what to do - Ennis would probably fucking die if he woke up doing this. Jack thought back on the last couple of months. Or maybe not.
Jack pushed his butt back into Ennis, and Ennis made some animal-sounding noise and before Jack knew what was what, he was face down on his sleeping bag and Ennis was full on top of him.
“Shit!” Jack cursed at the suddenness of everything, and at not even knowing if Ennis was asleep or awake.
Ennis didn’t answer, just kept rutting on him, but then Jack felt wet heat on his neck, and the slide of Ennis tongue, the nip of his teeth. You could fuck in your sleep, but he didn’t figure Ennis would be kissing him too. Ennis was awake.
“What’re you doing, Ennis?”
Ennis groaned, sounding sick, and Jack felt the vibration of it all the way down his back where their skin was already starting to stick. “Jesus...... I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing..... I’m sorry, Jack......”
His voice was harsh and raspy, and Jack could barely hear his words through the pant of his breathing. Ennis sounded sorry, but he didn’t feel sorry, wasn’t slowing down one bit with what he was doing, and Jack felt his legs falling apart, felt Ennis settling into the spot between them like they’d done this a million times. It was quiet and peaceful outside the tent, nothing but trees and rocks and water and hidden creatures for miles, and Jack felt alone in a world that just had him and Ennis in it, and for the moment that seemed like enough. If he just had Ennis for the rest of his life, that might be enough.
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
Ennis was on his knees in an instant, hands on Jack’s hips before the words got still in the cool morning air, tugging at Jack’s boxers, baring his ass. Jack lifted his hips to help him, and also to take the pressure off his erection, which had landed on a bare spot between their bags and was smashed into the tent floor, pushing on a root or something even harder than it was.
“’s that mean ‘yes’?”
Ennis still didn’t answer, just drug his dick up along the crack of Jack’s ass, and Jack shivered at the strangeness of it. “What do you think?” Ennis finally asked.
“About what you want to do? Or about what we ought to do?”
“’Bout anything.....”
Jack let his mind consider what was happening, but only one thought kept rising to the surface out of the millions of things whirling in his brain. “Think I wish you had some lube.”
Ennis took a deep breath. “I do. And some condoms.”
Fuck! Had he been fucking planning this all along? “You always travel ready like that, Ennis?”
There was silence for a minute, just the sound of Ennis’ breathing hard, and his hand rubbing on Jack’s skin. Ennis was still playing, his dick still nudging around back there, and Jack tilted his butt up some and Ennis tucked his dick underneath, tickled Jack’s balls with his wet cock head.
“No. I bought ‘em on the way over to your house yesterday. Haven’t used a condom in years, since ‘fore I married Alma.”
Jack needed to see his face, wanted to know for sure what they were doing, so he twisted free and flipped over on his back, but he kicked his shorts the rest of the way off and Ennis crawled back between his legs. “You been plannin’ this for a while?” Jack asked. Ennis’ cock was jutting up between them, and so was his. He reached for Ennis' slowly, giving him time to stop him if he wanted to, but Ennis didn’t, arched his back to shove it closer.
“Kinda. That piss you off?”
Jack took a second to consider. Ennis had brought him camping to his favorite place, cooked him dinner, then sat up drinking and talking with him all night, listening to him complain about all the stupid shit in his life. Now he wanted to make love with him and he’d thought to bring along all the things they needed to make it work. Jack supposed he could get mad ‘cause Ennis had assumed he’d be willing to go along with all this in the first place, but that seemed pretty self-defeating, and would be a really hard argument to make with Ennis’ cock in his hand. Jack shook his head. “Nah Ennis, I ain’t mad.”
He heard Ennis suck in a breath, not sure if it was ‘cause of what he was doing with his hand, or what he’d said. Maybe both. “What do you wanna do, Jack? It’s your call.”
Suddenly he wanted to do everything, but he’d liked where they were going earlier, thought that was as good a place as any to start, so he pushed Ennis away and rolled back over on his stomach. “Let’s do what we were doing.”
“’K.” Ennis moved away, and Jack could hear him digging around in his travel kit, swearing, but he was back quick enough, ripping stuff open. Jack saw a wrapper fall on the bag beside him. A second later he felt cool, wet fingers playin around his asshole. He pushed himself up on his knees and forearms, and Ennis slid one finger in.
“Aaahhhhhh.........” was all Jack could say. It felt strange and good, and when Ennis poked a second one in there, it was tight, stranger, but still good. Ennis finger fucked him for a minute, and Jack closed his eyes, trying to take it all in, what was happening to him - butt sex. And who it was happening with. Ennis. His best friend.
“Feel ok?”
“Yeah.... feels good.”
“Think you can take some more?”
“You got more?”
No sooner had he said it than he felt the push of something big and hard right below where Ennis’ fingers were still playing inside of him. “Yeah Jack, I got lots more.”
“Guess we won’t know till you try......”
Jack felt the drag on his muscle when Ennis pulled his fingers out, heard more ripping, saw another piece of trash go flying across his side vision. A few seconds later, Ennis was ready, nudging his slick cock into position, pushing hard on his hole. “You ready?”
“Yeah. You know what the fuck you’re doing, Ennis?”
Ennis pushed harder, and Jack could feel the burn as he started sliding in. “Sorry bud. I ain’t got a fucking clue.”
Jack thought on that, staring hard at the dark green wall of the tent right in front of his face, hanging onto the cloth beneath his hands as Ennis forced his way in. He took deep breaths like he’d learned about in Lureen’s childbirth classes years ago, easing himself through the pain as his muscles gave way and Ennis slid home, focusing on the canvas, taking in the smells of musty tent and butt sex and sweat. He could feel Ennis’ thighs and balls pressed tight against him, Ennis’ fingers digging into the scant flesh of his hips, knew it was fixing to get rough, but that was ok, ‘cause that’s what he’d always wanted. He knew things might get weird later on, ‘cause of the way he was feeling inside, but that was ok too. If Jack had his way about it, this wasn’t gonna be just a one shot thing with them. If Ennis didn’t realize it now, he’d be finding out soon.
“Jesus Jack, feels so good.... I gotta move, bud. Can’t wait anymore.......”
“I’m ready. Fuck me.”
Ennis took him at his word, unleashed the full power of his body into Jack, and at first it just felt like he was getting a dick up his ass, which was ok because it was sex, but then he moved, to get his knee off a rock or something under the tent, and everything changed and it was like Ennis was the fucking sex god of the century, it felt so fucking good!
“Oh shit!”
“Fuck Jack...... am I killin’ you?” Ennis panted, still fucking, thank God.
“No! Keep goin’......Do it harder......”
Ennis revved his engines and Jack felt like he was going to explode with it...... his balls ready to bust, his cock leaking like it was broke or something, that sweet hot feeling spooling up all through his butt and his balls and his belly..... He squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back........ Ennis plunged into him over and over, hard as he could and Jack’s butt went crazy clamping down on Ennis’ cock like a fist as his orgasm roared through him like a tornado....... “Oh sweet Jesus Ennis I’m coming shit aaaahhhhhhhhh.......... aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” he yelled as his cock blasted out stream after stream of thick hot jizz.
Ennis’ release came fast on the heels of Jack’s, and once they were finally done, they fell together on the sleeping bags, trying, unsuccessfully, to dodge the wet spots Jack had made. Ennis tied off the condom and tossed it in the corner of the tent, and they stared at each other for a long, silent minute. Finally, Ennis broke it.
“You ok?”
Jack nodded, still trying to catch his breath, wanting pretty bad to know where Ennis was at in his head about this.
“Still wanna fish?”
Jack nodded again, thankful Ennis wasn’t suggesting they pack up and go home. Home was the last place he wanted to be right now, and besides, he liked fishing, had some new lures he wanted to try out.
“We still friends?”
Jack nodded, hoping they might be more than that eventually, but he wasn’t gonna push.
Ennis gave him a funny look, crawled through the wet spots to where he was sitting on his nylon sleeping bag, grabbed his head and kissed him hard, forcing his mouth open, Frenching him with strong swipes of his tongue. It only took Jack a second to figure out what was going on, then he was kissing him back. They stayed busy with that for several minutes, till finally Ennis pulled back, lips an inch from Jack’s mouth, breathing hard again. Jack looked down. Hard again.
“Say something.”
“Anything?”
“Yeah. I just wanna be sure you’re ok.”
Jack grinned. “Ok. Blow me.”
Ennis grinned back. “Damn bud........ guess you’re doin’ just fine,” he murmured, giving him one last kiss before sinking slowly, deliberately between Jack’s thighs.