"Ow! Fuck!" The last thing Brian Kinney was expecting to be greeted with when he opened his door was a camping stove resting right inside the entrance; but he couldn't miss it as his foot made contact with it and he went sprawling onto the hard wooden floor. "Fuck!" he repeated in irritation. ""Justin? Where are you? Are you in here?" Brian cried in disgust.

"I'm over here," he heard a familiar voice; it seemed to be coming from the couch area, although with the fully-constructed dome tent standing in the center of the open living room/kitchen, it was difficult to see around it. The tent appeared to be just a size smaller than the Taj Mahal. "Where?" Brian repeated, craning his neck around to try and find his partner.

"Over here," he heard Justin calling a little more loudly now. "By the couch. Make a left by the camping stove and turn right at the inflatable raft."

Brian rolled his eyes in disbelief as he obeyed the blond's instructions. Sure enough, after the turn at the inflatable raft, he spied his partner lying stomach down on the white rug in front of the couch, intently perusing what appeared to be some type of manual. Despite his great consternation at the moment, he couldn't help admiring the luscious ass that was poking up perkily through the blond's rather tight blue jeans.

Brian stood next to Justin, who seemed to be ignoring his now-bare-footed stance and his hands on his lean hips. "Justin?" Brian asked again, this time in irritation. "What the FUCK is this? A Boy Scout convention?"

"Ha, ha," Justin finally answered, sparing a glance up at the brunet. "I have a good feeling you were never a Boy Scout, Mr. Kinney," he smirked.

Brian squatted down and firmly smacked Justin on the ass, receiving an "asshole" in reply. As the brunet looked down at what Justin was reading, he noticed with some dread that it was a Camping for Dummies book. "Uh……what are you reading that for?" he asked uneasily.

Justin gave him an exasperated look of "Duh" before replying, "Oh, I don't know…..could it be because we're going camping?" he said just a little too eagerly for Brian's taste. "We never got to during the Liberty Ride, remember, and now I have all this cool stuff to try out," he explained sensibly. "And you promised me we could go away together next week, just the two of us, remember?"

Brian abruptly stood up as if he had been burned and started pacing. "Oh, NO," he warned menacingly. "WE are NOT going camping now, next week, next month, ever……You just put that idea right out of your pretty little head, blonde boy. Brian Kinney does NOT do camping." He plopped down on the couch with a decidedly vocal humpff as he exhaled a loud breath and crossed his arms in defiance.

Justin placed the book down on the floor and walked slowly over to the other man, sitting just a little too close for comfort next to him on the couch. Why do you have to sit so CLOSE? Brian thought, feeling just a little dizzy as he caught a whiff of the uniquely sweet Justin smell.

Justin rolled his lips under in amusement as he noticed the lust-filled look appearing on his lover's face. He leaned over and wrapped a slender hand around the other man's neck to lightly feather the auburn hair; his warm breath gently tickled the man's ear as he whispered seductively, "Just think, Brian. You and me, alone out in the great wilderness, curled up nice and comfy-cozy in our oversized sleeping bag, only our body heat keeping us toasty warm while we stare up at all the stars twinkling overhead as we're making made, sweaty, passionate love and fucking our brains out. Just the two of us."

"And mosquitoes, and bears, and great horned owls, and snakes," Brian snarled, trying hard to concentrate as Justin started to nuzzle and lick his earlobe, his other hand now sneaking its way inside his shirt to begin drawing circles on his chest, occasionally stopping to rub a quickly-hardening nipple. What was he thinking about? Oh, yeah…..wild critters. Great, horned critters. Well, there was a large, horny, wild critter currently sitting way too close to him on the couch right now.

"I can cook all kinds of fresh, low-carb delicacies for you each day," Justin cooed, "while you light my fire for me at night." Brian's cock was suddenly standing at full attention as he realized, a little shocked, that his shirt had somehow been removed. How did THAT happen? he fleetingly wondered just before Justin leaned down and slowly licked a swirling circle around his belly button, causing the brunet to emit a involuntary moan. He felt a chuckle escape from the blond's mouth and started to generate a suitable, indignant retort, but it promptly died on his lips as he heard a snap and then felt hot air being blown on his now fully exposed cock. "In fact, I think I'm in the mood right now for some hot dog," Justin growled huskily, just before he took something that was most definitely NOT a cocktail wiener fully into his mouth. Brian arched off the back of the couch and gasped as he felt wet, hot lips sliding up and down his shaft in a delicious torture.

"AAHHH!" Brian cried out, as his hands automatically reached down to twist themselves in the soft, blond hair. "No fair!" he growled. "You were never a Boy Scout, either, Sunshine. They're always fair and you're NOT!"

Justin stopped his torment just long enough to look up at his partner through lush, long eyelashes and shaggy bangs to retort, "Boy scouts are trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent," he recited dutifully. "It doesn't say anything about fair," he smirked, just before he again dipped his head down and, firmly grasping the large cock in his left hand this time, began to again indulge in his favorite camping food, his head bobbing up and down rhythmically.

A loud moan erupted this time from Brian as Justin continued his skillful ministrations. The man knew just what to do to make Brian absolutely crazy…..and talk him into doing something he would never have thought even remotely conceivable.

As his betraying body slowly came down minutes later from yet another mind blowing high thanks to his own little lumberjack, his breath slowed enough eventually so he could speak again. "Uh…..if we do this, do you promise to give me the same treatment several times a day without fail?" he inquired, as Justin slowly inched his way back up the man's body, which was now lying completely prone on the couch. The blond placed his head on Brian's chest, slowly caressing the taut stomach. He finally raised his head to look affectionately at his lover. "Scout's honor," he promised triumphantly, just before he placed a passionate kiss on the readily awaiting lips that were trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile.