Backbacking with the Boys – Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

There he lay, on all fours—my best friend, the one I’d always thought was a straight, innocent, sweet angel. And here he was, being pounded by the same Italian guy I’d jerked off in the shower with just hours earlier.

Paolo, the hot Italian tourist, pulled out of Cameron, his dick shiny with lube. I could see Cameron’s ass gaping open—the sight made my own dick swell, adrenaline only intensifying the effect. Paolo brought his hand in front of his dick, though it poked out beyond his palms. “Scusa, scusa!” he said quickly.

Cameron was fast to cover up with the sheet we’d been using to keep cool in the summer heat. Then Paolo seemed to recognize me. He grinned, dropping his hand from his dick. “Oh, it’s you! Sorry if I interrupted something. Is this your boyfriend?”

I shook my head, not entirely sure why I hadn’t just bolted out of the room. But instead, I’d closed the door behind me, a fact I’d only just registered.

The room reeked of sex, and this did nothing to ease my throbbing erection. “I see, just friends then,” Paolo smirked, his gaze drifting down to my erection straining against my jeans.

"I... I'm sorry, Dan! I didn’t mean for you to find out this way!" Cameron stammered.

"Find out what?" I asked, still trying to process everything.

"Tha-That I’m gay!" he blurted out.

"Wait, you’re gay?" I said, dumbfounded.

Paolo’s smirk widened. "Ah, I see. Everyone’s gay then. No harm, no foul."

"No, I’m not gay!" I objected.

"Right, just exploring with other guys in the shower," Paolo replied, raising both hands in an exaggerated shrug. "My mistake!"

Cameron looked taken aback. "Wait—you fooled around in the showers?"

I looked at Cameron, feeling bashful. "Well… yes. I didn’t plan it or anything. I was just horny, and it kinda just happened."

Paolo started dressing. "Okay, I think you two should maybe talk," he said, pulling on his clothes while Cameron and I just stared awkwardly at each other.

As Paolo finished dressing, he looked at Cameron and said, "Ciao." Then he turned to me with a wink. "Ciao," he added before walking out. Cameron put his hands over his face, clearly overwhelmed.

My dick was still hard, but I sat myself next to Cameron on the bed. It didn’t seem like he had noticed, and once I sat down, it was hard to tell anyway. “Listen, Cam, I don’t care if you’re gay! You’re still my best friend. It just came as a shock, that’s all,” I said.

Cam dared to look at me, his blue eyes peeking through his fingers before he slowly lowered his hands. “Are you sure?”

"Of course I love you, Cam!" I said, wrapping my arms around him. He gripped me tightly in return, holding on as though he didn’t want to let go.

"How long have you known?" I asked, my voice gentle.

"Maybe a couple of years," he admitted, looking down.

"For that long? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?" I asked, surprised.

"I don’t really know," he replied, shrugging slightly. "I mean, I trust you… but I haven’t even told my parents or my siblings. I just wanted to come to terms with it on my own first." He looked almost guilty as he said it.

"It’s okay, I understand," I said, smiling reassuringly at him.

After that, we talked about how he’d lost his virginity a year ago and the encounters he’d had since. I told him about my shower tryst with Paolo, and he explained that they’d actually matched on Grindr, which was why he’d wanted to head back to the hostel to hook up.

Talking about all this did nothing to ease my erection, and it seemed to be having an effect on Cameron too—I noticed him adjusting himself more than once. "I mean, we could rub one out if you want?" I asked, glancing at him.

He looked almost relieved. "You don’t think it’s weird now? After finding out... well, you know." His hand lingered around his crotch as he adjusted himself again.

"Dude, no! I don’t care. We can still do things like we always have. Nothing’s changed just because you like dick now," I joked.

Cameron laughed, and it seemed to break the tension. "Well, it seems you kinda like dick a bit too," he replied, sounding bolder now.

"I mean, I didn’t hate it," I said, struggling to keep my own hand off my bulge.

Less than two minutes later, we settled back, moving in sync as we jerked off side by side, just like we’d done countless times before. But this time, it felt different—charged. I could feel my heartbeat pounding, excitement and nerves mixing as I kept my rhythm steady, glancing over to see Cameron doing the same.

After a moment, Cameron slowed, his hand pausing. He looked at me with an expression I hadn’t seen before. “You know… if you’re curious,” he began, his voice low, “we could, uh, go a bit further. Just to, you know, figure things out if you want.”

I blinked, surprised at his boldness, feeling my face flush. “Wait… you mean…?”

He nodded, holding my gaze, a flicker of nervousness crossing his face. “Yeah. It might help. If you’re struggling to figure things out. But you don’t have to,” he added quickly, though the suggestion hung heavy between us.

I opened my mouth to respond, struggling to process it, but my raging boner was hard to argue with.

Cameron shifted onto all fours, giving me a steady look. “Wait, you actually mean I just… put it in?” I asked, blushing.

“Yeah,” he replied, a slight smirk on his face. “I mean, I’m already ready. But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to…”

I cut him off. “No, I do want to. But, like… who even are you right now?” I laughed, unable to help myself. He joined in, and that shared laugh seemed to ease the tension. I felt a surge of gratitude that my first time with a guy would be with him—a friend, my best friend.

I positioned myself behind him, hands a bit shaky as I tried to figure out what to do. Cameron noticed and said softly, guiding me with a steady but warm tone, “It’s okay. Just follow my lead.” My heart was pounding, my dick hard as ever.

He nodded toward the nightstand. “There’s some lube there—put a bit on yourself, rub it in. I’m already set.”

I grabbed the bottle, doing as he instructed, and when I was ready, Cameron glanced back, grinning. “Now, position yourself behind me.”

I took a breath, steadying myself, and moved into place as he’d directed.

Cameron positioned himself on all fours again, glancing back at me with a reassuring smile. “It’ll probably be easier for you this way,” he said softly. I could hardly believe what I was seeing—my sweet, easygoing best friend in front of me, offering himself, his puckered hole exposed, trusting me completely.

“And now, you just… push it in, really. Just like with your ex, just a different hole,” he said, glancing back with a playful grin. I chuckled, amused at how the tables had turned—usually, I was the daring one between us. Slowly, I grabbed my dick, guiding it toward his slick, shining entrance. The thought that someone else had just been there only heightened the thrill.

I lined myself up with his hole and began to push in slowly. Cameron’s moans as I entered only fueled the intensity. Gripping his hips, I pressed in deeper, feeling the heat build between us as we moved together.

"Does it hurt?" I asked Cameron.

"No, it’s not too bad. I’m still kinda loosened up from before." His voice was calm, reassuring.

I continued pushing until I was all the way inside. The feeling was different from being with a girl—Cameron’s ass felt tighter and warmer, an intense sensation that was completely new.

I picked up the pace, carried away by the intensity of it all. I could feel my balls starting to slap against him as I thrust harder, the sight of my whole length disappearing into him turning me on even more. The whole experience felt almost unreal.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Fuck, fuck,” I heard Cameron moaning, and then I felt him twist, his whole body tightening around me.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.

“Yeah, keep going,” he gasped. “I’m going to come.”

“But you’re not even jerking it,” I said, surprised.

“It’s… a prostate orgasm,” he replied, breathless. “Please, just keep going.”

His words spurred me on, intensifying the moment between us.

I grabbed his hips and started really pounding into him. The noises of our raw rhythm filled the room as I slipped in and out of him at an ever-increasing pace. Cameron started to collapse, moaning and yelling, "Yes, yes! Fuck, I’m cumming!" He was only held up by my arm around his stomach as I continued. I could feel him coming all over my hand as I held him.

The way he unraveled before me, just from my dick, made me even more turned on. I kept pounding into him, feeling that familiar sensation building deep in my core. As it intensified, I couldn’t hold back, thrusting even harder, wanting nothing more than to fill him with my seed.

With one last thrust, I yelled out, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum inside you, Cam!” He had just recovered from his own release, but he managed a hoarse moan, “Yes, cum inside me, Dan! Fill me!”

I felt my dick pulse as I released, the orgasm stretching on and on as I pressed as deep as I could into my best friend. It still felt completely unreal, but it was the most intense sensation I’d ever felt.

While still inside Cameron, both of us jolted, still catching our breaths—until a sudden noise from the next room interrupted. We froze, listening closely. The sound was unmistakably coming from Asher’s room.