Backbacking with the Boys – Part 17

Everyone in this story is 18+

Hello, everyone! This is the final planned installment of Backbacking with the Boys. I’m not saying we won’t ever see more shenanigans from our favorite horny quartet, but this is it for now. Thank you so much to everyone who has followed this story—it means the world to me!

London – Asher’s Estate

The soft morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains of a sprawling guest room in Asher’s family estate. Plush, cream-colored carpets muffled every movement, and the massive four-poster bed felt like a cloud beneath me. I stretched lazily, the scent of fresh linen and faint lavender filling the air.

Beside me, Cameron stirred, his blond hair tousled and his bare chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths. It was a surreal moment—waking up in this place, with him, after everything that had happened over the past few weeks.

I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on an elbow to watch him. His lashes fluttered, and those blue eyes I knew so well opened, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Morning,” I murmured, leaning down to brush my lips against his.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice soft and warm, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck.

The kiss deepened naturally, the warmth of his mouth sending a familiar spark through me. My hands slid down his chest, fingers grazing over his firm stomach before wrapping around his cock, already hard beneath the covers. Cameron sighed into the kiss, his hips arching slightly as my hand began to move.

Before long, I moved down his body, my lips teasing over his chest and stomach, leaving a trail of wet, lingering kisses as I went. His skin tasted faintly salty, a mix of sweat and warmth, and the way his body tensed under my mouth sent a thrill through me.

When I reached him, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling its weight and heat as I stroked him slowly. My tongue flicked over the tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered there. Cameron groaned softly, his hips arching as I took him into my mouth.

I started slowly, letting my tongue trace every vein along his shaft, swirling around the head before taking him deeper. His hand tangled in my hair, his fingers tightening as his breathing grew ragged. The sound of his soft, breathy moans filled the room, mingling with the slick, rhythmic sound of my mouth moving on him.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his free hand gripping the sheets. His balls tightened under my touch as I cupped them, rolling them gently in my hand while my lips worked him closer to the edge.

“Danny, I’m gonna—” he gasped, his voice breaking as his cock throbbed in my mouth.

I didn’t pull back, taking him deeper as his release hit, the warm, salty taste filling my mouth. I swallowed, savoring the way his body shuddered beneath me, his moans turning into soft, breathless pants.

Cameron pulled me up to him, kissing me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine as he tasted himself. “Your turn,” he whispered, his voice husky and full of need.

He flipped me onto my back, his lips brushing over my neck, trailing down to my chest and stomach. Each kiss was slow, deliberate.

By the time his lips wrapped around my cock, I was already trembling and shaking, the anticipation making every touch feel magnified. His tongue traced along the underside, teasing the sensitive ridge before taking me deeper, his mouth warm and wet as he worked me with precision.

The soft hum of satisfaction he let out vibrated against me, sending sparks through my body. My grip on the sheets tightened as his movements grew more deliberate, his tongue flicking over the head before sliding me back into the heat of his mouth.

I gasped, my hips bucking slightly as he took me all the way in, his nose brushing against my skin. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he brought me closer, his moans mingling with mine.

“Cameron,” I groaned, my voice breaking as the pressure built. My cock pulsed in his mouth, and when I finally came, he swallowed me down, his tongue teasing me until the last wave of pleasure subsided.

He moved up to kiss me again, his lips slick and swollen, and I could taste myself on him.

When we finally finished, our bodies were tangled together, the soft hum of satisfaction filling the room. I rested my forehead against his, grinning like an idiot.

“I could get used to this,” I admitted.

Cameron chuckled, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Me too.”

We stayed like that for a while, basking in the warmth and quiet of the moment, before the distant chime of a bell reminded us that breakfast awaited.

As we dressed and headed down the wide staircase to the dining room, Cameron reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. I glanced at him, and the soft smile he gave me sent a warmth through my chest that had nothing to do with any Molly.

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The dining room was as grand as the rest of the estate, with soaring ceilings, ornate moldings, and massive windows that bathed the space in natural light. A long mahogany table stretched nearly the length of the room, set with silverware so polished it gleamed like jewelry.

Asher sat at the head of the table, perfectly composed as always, dressed in a crisp white button-down that somehow managed to look both effortless and intentional. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his sharp features gave him the air of someone born to sit exactly where he was. He glanced up as Cameron and I entered, his smirk widening slightly when he noticed our joined hands.

“Well, at least the accommodations are finally up to par,” he remarked, motioning lazily toward the grand room around us.

“Yeah, your own palace. Of course, you’re happy,” Brady quipped from his spot sprawled in a chair beside Asher. His hoodie was wrinkled, and his hair had grown just long enough to flop over his forehead, a far cry from the buzz cut he’d sported in Paris.

“In fact, it’s not a palace,” Asher began, lifting his coffee cup with practiced elegance. “It’s a mano—”

“Shut up, Ash. It’s too early!” Cameron interrupted with perfect timing, his voice carrying just the right mix of exasperation and humor.

We all burst out laughing, and even Asher cracked a smile, though he shook his head in mock disapproval.

Cameron and I slid into seats across from them, grabbing toast from the basket in front of us as the conversation shifted.

“It’s been a few days since Berlin,” I said, glancing at Brady. “Have you finally recovered?”

Brady grinned, leaning back in his chair. “More or less. Although…” His grin turned sly, his eyes flicking toward Asher. “Especially that one night….”

Asher cleared his throat sharply, the sound slicing through Brady’s words like a knife. Cameron suddenly became very interested in stirring his coffee, his cheeks turning faintly pink.

Brady hesitated for a beat, glancing between us. The knowing silence that followed was as loud as a shout, and he shrugged, laughing as he grabbed a piece of bacon. “Whatever. You’re all no fun.”

I caught Cameron’s eye, and the way his cheeks were still flushed made my own face heat slightly. Asher, ever unflappable, sipped his coffee with a faint smirk, like he was silently relishing the unspoken tension.

“Can you even imagine us all in the same dorm?” Brady said after a beat, breaking the silence. “It’s gonna be insane.”

Asher’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “If our travels are any indication, I think I might need to invest in a lock for my door.”

“Smart move, your lordship,” I replied, smirking.

Brady snorted. “Yeah, like a lock would stop any of us. Face it, Ash, you’re stuck with us now.”

We all laughed, the tension dissolving into easy camaraderie. Asher reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather folder and sliding it onto the table. Inside were four neatly arranged plane tickets.

“Well, boys,” he said, his tone cool but amused. “Our return to reality has been arranged.”

He handed out the tickets, and I glanced at mine. “Back to New York,” I said softly, feeling a pang of nostalgia for everything we’d done and the strange sense that it was all coming to an end.

“Coming with us?” Cameron asked, turning to Asher.

Asher nodded his head slightly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I was meant to be heading to Oxford for the semester—finally make my parents happy, tick the right boxes. But…” He trailed off, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ve decided to rebel a little longer.”

Brady raised an eyebrow. “Rebel? What’s that mean? Won’t they cut you off or something?”

“Oh, no,” Asher replied, the picture of nonchalance. “I might have a teensy tiny trust fund from Gran. Nothing too outrageous, of course,” he added with a smirk.

Brady snorted. “Yeah, right. So, like, how are you even allowed to stay here then?”

Asher’s smirk widened. “Oh, my poor, old governess is now the head Housekeeper of this estate. She would never turn me away. Besides, my parents are in Dubai on business. What they don’t know won’t kill them.”

“Unbelievable,” Cameron muttered, shaking his head as he buttered his toast.

“Jealous?” Asher teased, raising an eyebrow.

Cameron rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched with a faint smile. “Only of how easy you make everything look.”

Brady laughed, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve got the life, Ash. But honestly? I wouldn’t trade this summer for anything.”

We all nodded in agreement, the unspoken bond between us stronger than ever. Despite the teasing and the chaos, it was clear none of us would ever forget what we’d shared.