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The faint rays of sunrise that peeked through Cameron Campbell’s tent was an unwelcome presence. He squinted as his eyes were assaulted by the blinding light that disturbed his peaceful slumber and looked around the dimly-lit tent as he hazily recalled where he was.
It was a bright and sunny day and the counselors were running out of ideas for activities for the kids to do as summer drew to a close. David had the oh-so-pleasant idea of taking the kids out on a hike a little further away from the camp. Something about immersing themselves in nature, Cameron couldn’t recall. What he did recall was being the only one to vote against it. It was David’s idea and that Gina girl was acting a bit bitchier than she normally was. Long story short, the vote was two against one and as per the rules of democracy he was dragged along on this wretched hike. They had placed tents down once night rolled around and here he was. To make his luck even better he was stuck in here with David of all people, Gina had apparently wanted a night by herself to catch up on her..”fan-fiction”
Whatever that was.
He could hear David snoring somewhere next to him, reciting the names of wood as if he knew them by heart. Knowing him he probably did. The scene around him felt oddly quiet, ‘What time is it?’ He thought to himself as he reached for his phone next to him. As he tried to grab his phone he felt a weight holding down his right arm. He could lift it but it would take more effort than he'd prefer to put in. Irritated, he simply reached for his phone with his left hand and turned it on. The time displayed on the screen was 4:30 AM. God. He debated whether he should catch a few more Z's or if he should wait until 6:00 in the morning. David had always been an early riser and knowing his luck once he managed to get some actually good shut-eye that bastard will be up and ready to do god-knows-what. Campbell placed his phone back down and tried to get comfortable on his uncomfortable sleeping area, merely a blanket underneath him and a blanket covering him with only a pillow to rest his head on. To think this misery was partly his own doing by trying to cut costs on sleeping bags filled him with all the more anguish.
Unfortunately, try as he might the old man simply couldn't get comfortable enough, one of his legs were tangled up in something and there was still this weight on his right arm he couldn't quite place. There was also something touching the right side of his chest. Eventually he had gotten heated enough, "Okay what the hell is-" he began before sitting himself up as best as he could to look over to his right hand side more clearly. He paused in his tracks when he saw David cuddled up close to him, holding onto him by the torso and his head resting on the spot between his bicep and chest. Cameron let out a groaned "Damn it." before settling back down on his sleeping spot. If he woke that bastard up he'd BE up until sundown and he knew it. So it'd be better to let him sleep and have two more hours of somewhat-quiet before they had to wake up for the day.
Cameron browsed on his phone to ease his boredom as David rested beside him, trying to drown out the silence of the forest and David's annoying snoring mantra in an attempt to make the time go faster. He almost wish he didn't accidentally tell that man when he was younger to start counting trees in his sleep, it was a sarcastic remark at the time but of course since the young and dumb little boy idolized him so much back then he took Cameron’s advice. During moments like these he still felt like that little boy Cameron had to put up with, older and more experienced, but still Davey. Still that sweet and goodhearted little boy who always took whatever abuse life, or more specifically Cameron himself, decided to hurl at him. Cameron didn't feel necessarily guilty for it but ever since David told him he was disappointed in him it was hard to say his pride wasn't bruised.
He wasn't sure what possessed him in that moment, but he scrolled over to his camera app on his phone and pointed it towards David's sleeping figure. He pressed the button with the expectation the damn device would silently take the photo and David would remain blissfully unaware. Instead, the shutter went off as did the flash, "FUCK." he involuntarily cursed the modern device. He felt a flinch from David and suddenly the sound of rhythmic tree naming stopped. Cameron paused as he watched David's body for any signs of being roused from its slumber.
"David?" he asked quietly.
He continued to wait, and wait, and wait. He waited for what felt like forever but no response came.
Normally whenever that annoying drone of tree names stopped it meant he was awake, but the longer Cameron waited the longer he figured David hadn’t actually woken up. He relaxed again, resting his right hand on the back of David’s head. He gave an exhausted sigh, “That was close.” He muttered quietly. He glanced back at his phone to see how the picture came out. Nothing but a blur of white, much to his dismay.
He turned his attention back to David, quietly thinking as he gently ran his fingers through the young man’s hair. He noticed David still had his bandanna wrapped around his throat, Cameron furrowed his brow and used his free hand to untie the knot holding it in place, “How many times have I told you to take that thing off when you’re going to sleep?” He muttered mostly to himself. Ever since he got this damn bandanna it was like he never took it off, “You’ll choke yourself in your sleep for Christ sake.” he added. He removed the bandanna and pushed it off to the side so it was still in David’s reach when he woke up.
He continued to gaze at David’s sleeping face, his features looked so soft in the warm and dim lighting. He also looked so peaceful, “You know seeing you like this reminds me of when you were younger.” Cameron thought aloud, “you’d always have trouble sleeping so you always came to pester me about it in the counselors cabin.” He could almost remember it like it was yesterday. David had quite a bit of trouble staying asleep for long, Cameron always figured he had that one disorder. ADB? ADED? Something regarding attention he couldn’t quite remember the acronym for.
“You would always whine and complain in that annoying, stupid little voice of yours and I’d do anything to get you out of my hair but you…you relentlessly persisted so much you stayed with me in there until you finally tuckered yourself out.” He recalled. So many restful nights were ruined by Campbell needing to carry David back to his tent before dawn, he resented him for it every day.
But looking at his face now…now it almost felt like a pleasant memory of sorts. David had gotten older and changed slightly more but for the most part he stayed relatively the same. Very little had changed, including that sweet and soft face. Though the very little that did change always stuck out like a sore thumb.
His temper.
His leadership skills
‘That’s the job…you just don’t get it do you?’
His dependence.
Cameron shifted his hand onto David’s face, stroking his cheek almost lovingly. He began to think out loud once again, "You know...You've always been such a trooper." he told David. Words he would never dare say while the both of them were conscious. A distant memory from the back of his mind, one he found amusing but knew David probably wouldn’t recall, "Remember when we were testing out ideas for this...abysmal place?" he asked. He sure did, they had to omit so many activities for multiple reasons, most of which being they were too dangerous or too suspicious, both of which would cause authorities to look into the plan.
"It was mountain-climbing camp I think" Cameron recalled, "We were...about more than halfway up Sleepy Peak mountain I think. Then...I don't remember what you did but you fell backwards and soon enough you were tumbling down the mountain" He still remembered that little high-pitched little scream that he still did to this day. Talking about it now that David was alive and well was funny but at the time the only two thoughts that crossed his mind were ‘Is he okay?’ And ‘I can’t afford another lawsuit’ and both thoughts blended together into a perfect concoction of fear for his own reputation and fear for Davey’s life.
He sighed as he remembered, “You not only had a gash in your side the size of my palm at the time and a broken leg, but had cracked your own skull open as well.” He recalled the drop in his stomach he felt when he saw the blood seeping out of Davey’s shirt and how mangled one of his little legs were. How he was never going to be able to afford this, two was too many, ONE was too many.
“You kept asking me what was going on and I told you...god I told you about a dozen lies just to keep you calm.” Cameron remembered not letting the boy look down for even a minute to see his injuries. He had to bring him back to the camp alive. he wasn’t sure what overtook him first, the fear he’d have another lie to cover up or the fear that David would die before they got back to camp.
And to be fair, the two ideas went hand-in-hand. Sure, it was one thing if he killed David before Jasper died and had control over what happened to the body, not to mention his mother wasn't one to press charges and he had an absent father to boot. Jasper's parent's, however, were hounding him for details regarding their son's "disappearance" and were threatening legal action. He had to lay low for a little while and another mysterious disappearance would give them reason to investigate.
"I uh..." He hesitated, "I hate to say it but the lies were so convincing I almost fooled myself" he cleared his throat to free himself from the heavy emotions that threatened his psyche, but his eyes had gotten a tad bit watery at the admission. Ever since David stopped looking at him the way he used to Cameron felt a sinking feeling in his stomach he couldn't quite place. Those gentle, innocent, forest green eyes always stared up at him with such admiration and praise it was almost intoxicating to his already bloated ego. Now, that gaze never lingered on him for longer than a minute and it made Campbell sick. There was no longer an eager "Mr. Campbell!" waiting for him when he strode into the door. Distance made the heart grow fonder, a lesson he should have learned with Penelope but alas one couldn't teach an old dog new tricks. By god, did David try to teach it new tricks, unfortunately Campbell never bothered to pay all that much attention.
He adjusted David a little bit, moving him off his bicep and letting him rest his head more squarely on his chest. He rested his jaw on the man's head, “You’ve always been my favorite I guess.” He muttered lowly.
The moment he whispered those words there was a heavy sob where David was. One that sounded like it erupted after years of trying to hold it in. Only for silence to follow as it was sucked back in. “David?” Campbell questioned, panic rising as he realized he may have not been sleeping the whole time. He saw David visibly shrink, yep, he had been caught red handed. “Daaaavid~” he cooed tauntingly, “I heard that.”
David swallowed the lump in his throat, “Sorry Mr. Campbell.” He responded quietly. He wiped his eyes and started to get up, “I can uh…move if you-“ he began to lift himself off of Cameron and move back over to his side of the tent before he felt a weighty hand try to force him back down where he has been laying. But he fought against the temptation to obey, "Sir. Let me go." he said a bit more sternly. There was a tense moment as Campbell gripped onto David's shoulder, "Sir. Leave me alone." David repeated. trying to forget the words he heard moments prior.
"Come on David, You looked comfortable." Cameron told him. The words of coercien slipped past his lips with ease and it didn't make David let up. If anything, it made him further recoil.
"I appreciate the offer sir, but no thank you." He stood ground.
"How much of that did you hear?" Cameron questioned.
"Enough of it sir." Damn it. Cameron should've known, though it was rather uncharacteristic for David to pretend to sleep. Perhaps his little speech was effective enough to compel the man to listen in.
Cameron let go of David and held his arms out for him, ”Just…come here boy.”
“Why?” David asked, his voice shaking as he fought back against collapsing into a puddle of tears.
“David just come here.”
“Why?” He asked again, the sobs finally breaking through, “Is-Is this another one of your attempts get something out of me?” He asked.
“No”
“To get me fired?” David interrogated.
“No.”
“Then why?” His face almost looked cute being flushed red and on the verge of tears. Whatever camp counselor persona he had built over the years crumbled back to reveal the needy little boy Cameron had come to know far too well.
“David I don't know. I don't think there's even a reason.” Cameron sighed tiredly, “Please just...come here.” he beckoned. David stared in almost amazement. As if he could barely process what was happening.
"Do you promise?" David asked, silently begging his vulnerability won't be used against him later on down the line. It happened one too many times.
There was a moment's hesitation, a tiny voice in the back of Campbell's brain telling him that this was it. He had David right where he wanted him again. In this moment the man would do anything for him if he just told one more little fib. However, for once in his life, he fought against it.
"S-Sure" he responded but David didn't seem convinced. He spited himself, for a man who was usually diligent with his words he sure wasn't great at wording authenticity, "I promise." he tried again.
David practically colllapsed into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder at the realization this was it. Finally. It was like a weight had finally been lifted.
This was real.
Cameron let him lay there and sob for a bit, providing as much comfort as his internalized teachings of masculinity would allow him. Stroking his back and using a little bit of his strength to squeeze him close. The sobs were so heavy and David was holding onto him so tightly as if he let Campbell go the man would fall through his hands like sand. Cameron had to remind him at some points that the other campers were still sleeping so that he wouldn't wake them up. Eventually, as soon as five o'clock began to roll around, David finally managed to relax himself. Cameron lifted up David's face once again, holding his soft cheek in the palm of his hand and wiping away the remaining tears with his thumb. He couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as he gazed down lovingly at David's weeping face.
"How long have you been waiting for that exactly?" he asked, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer.
"Fourteen years" David sighed in exhaustion.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. David resting against Cameron’s chest and Cameron gently running his hand through David's hair. At all felt so surreal, it was everything he had ever wanted and everything he never got. It filled David with so much relief that he had to stop himself from bursting into tears yet again. He took a moment to breathe in Cameron's scent. The older man smelled like a Mahogany tree with a hint of burbon, he always had. Though the bourbon smell was way stronger when David was younger compared to when he breathed it in now. His build was just as sturdy as it had been before and despite the wrinkles here and there his skin was just as soft as it was back then. If this were a dream, David pleaded it would never end, or at the very least, continue for as long as it possibly could.
After a while of peaceful silence, David lifted his head from Cameron’s chest, Cameron came face to face with that same adoring gaze he longed to see before. He cupped David's cheek in his hand “What is it?” he questioned but David didn’t reply with an answer. He wasn’t sure what over took him, joy, relief, love, perhaps all three. Because he leaned in and gently pressed his lips up against Mr. Campbell's. They felt so soft and he somewhat enjoyed the tickle of his mustache against his upper lip.
Reality was quick to hit him like a frieght train as Campbell roughly grabbed him by the throat and pushed David off him, "What the hell boy-" he hyperventilated as he held David ready to choke him out.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Mr. Campbell I-I" David struggled with words suddenly realizing what he had done. Why did he do that? Why did he do that? He didn't even know himself, up until that moment he would never ever consider doing something like that, "I don't know what came over me." he could feel tears threatening as his heart broke. Once again facing the sting of rejection. He felt like sudden prey as Cameron gripped his throat in his hands
The two sat frozen in silence for a moment, Cameron slowly catching his breath. The longer they waited, the thicker the tension grew. David waiting for the strike and Cameron fighting against his fight-or-flight instinct.
After a moment, Cameron gently released David from his grip, "Sorry David you just...startled me is all." he said. David visibly relaxed as he was let go, letting the anxiety simmer down. Cameron wasn't entirely sure how to proceed, on one hand he wanted to continue what the two had going but on the other he wasn't sure how willing David would be to comply. Unfortunately for him there was one way to find out, "Do you want to lay back down?" he asked. Silently hoping the answer would be a resounding "yes" but once again those eyes were cautious.
"Are you serious?" David questioned.
To which Campbell nodded with a hum, "You just spooked me it's okay." he reassured. For a moment he cursed his fight-or-flight response being one of fight. However, much to his relief David hesitantly moved back to the spot he was resting and laid his head back down. They both tried to get comfortable, but there was an obvious, overlooming, awkward tension in the air that wasn't present before. Whatever moment they both had was promptly ruined. So Cameron attempted to lighten the mood, "Now how long were you waiting for that?" he questioned sarcastically.
David attempted to defend himself "Mr. Campbell I have no idea where that came from. I promise I have only looked to you as a father-figure and nothing more." he insisted. Cameron however, didn't seem to be buying it, "Bullshit, David. I've always thought you were a little....whatever slang they use to define themselves these days." David made an expression that Cameron could only assume was one of offense. It was almost so cute seeing him flustered.
"Well if I were, sir. I would never ever try to pursue you." David insisted.
"Because you're dissapointed in me?" Cameron asked.
"What-No! Because it would be highly, highly inappropriate." David explained, "We've known each other since I was ten years old and you were my camp counsler." Cameron gave David a perplexed look.
"So?" Cameron asked, "You're twenty-two-"
"Twenty-four, Sir."
Cameron rolled his eyes, "Twenty four now, David I work under you and I'm doing community service" he reasoned.
“What about Penelope?!” David asked.
“What about her?”
“Didn’t you both agree to start over?”
“Not exactly, we just caught up had a bit of hanky panky.” Cameron clarified.
“Please don’t refer to it like that sir.” David said as Cameron breathed a heavy sigh. He gripped the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Look, David it’s almost five in the morning it's fine if you just wanted to for the hell of it.” He said, as expected he was rather tired of the moral merry-go-round.
“Whether I wanted to or not is besides the point.” David argued, "It's wrong and besides I didn't even ask-" he began before being cut off.
Frustration overtook Campbell as he tightly gripped onto David’s face causing the young man to flinch and pressed their lips together once again. He saw the glimmer of fear in David’s eye soften once he realized the gesture was anything but violent. David quickly melted like butter against him, all former defenses short-circuting as the kiss persisted. He finally wrapped both of his arms around Cameron's neck and kissed him more deeply, allowing Cameron to let go of his face and hug onto the man's torso. One long kiss turned into two, then another, then another, and then another. The kisses were almost cute, as if every time David pulled away he was debating whether or not it was safe to plunge for another. Campbell almost wondered what would happen if he tried to push the envelope for tongue but he decided to restrain himself. He had to admit it was a little entertaining watching David melt in the palm of his hands like this. All on his own no less.
It wasn't long before Cameron felt something pressing against his leg, Cameron took his knee and pressed it up against David's groin to make the man aware of it. Earning a soft, much-too-intoxicating moan from David as he was pressed up against Campbell's mouth.
“If I knew you’d get this worked up over me I would’ve done this a whole lot sooner” Cameron teased. David flushed red as he realized that he had pitched a tent of his own in his shorts.
“It’s not like that I just-ah~!” David’s breath hitched as he felt Campbell’s knee rub against his cock. He could feel his composure slipping, “Sir please the campers-“ David protested.
“Are sound asleep in their tents outside.” Cameron said matter of factly, “David my god if you want this then just go with it. Stop being a damn pussy” He sounded way more annoyed than he had before. Being on his last strand of patience, “So do you want me to leave you with blue balls or not?” He asked. David laid there with a flushed face, almost embarrassed to give an answer.
"We can't" David said simply without elaborating.
"Why not?" Cameron asked, raising an eyebrow a small smirk hiding behind his mustache.
David swallowed, "It's wrong" he shakes his head. He shivered lightly when Cameron moved his hand underneath David's shirt, rubbing his side with his thumb.
Cameron shrugged, "So?" he almost found it cute David thought that line of reasoning would dissuade him, "Do you want to or not?" he asked. David didn't respond, his fair skin now pink as a peach. After the long, admittedly telling, silence Cameron stopped waiting for an answer.
David gasped and buried his face in Cameron’s shirt as a hand reached down into his shorts, unbuttoned them, and grabbed onto his hard length. He couldn’t help but jolt at the touch when Cameron started stroking. He tried his best to keep his moans muffled in an attempt not to embarrass himself further but he could feel the presence of predatory eyes leering at him from above. He wasn’t sure what scared him more, the predatory eyes themselves or the fact he was getting more aroused by the idea of them glaring down at him.
“Yeah, you like that, boy~?” Cameron cooed down at him as he stroked. His grip was strong and he was going at a tauntingly slow pace. David sheepishly shook his head as he tried to hide his face in Cameron’s shirt. That didn’t seem to be enough though, “Daaavey~” the use of the nickname almost made David’s head spin, “Come on sport, tell me how you really feel. Use your words.” He coaxed. he did not anticipate Campbell to call him that, but when he did he could feel his dick get harder in Campbell's hand.
"Mr Campbell please, please don't-" David begged as he fought against the pleasure, trying not to let it tempt him further. He tried to reach his hands down to push Cameron's hand off his dick before he got too far ahead of himself. If Cameron went any further he might let Cameron do things to him that he'd later reget.
"Hands above the blankets, Davey." Cameron demanded smugly.
“Yessir.” David quietly sputtered out responding by gripping onto Cameron's shirt as he kept his face buried.
“Louder.”
“Yes sir.” David said more clearly as he gripped onto Campbell’s shirt.
“Good job.” The praise was simple but David sucked a breath in and fought the urge to let out a moan to further protect his already degrading dignity. David mumbled quietly into Cameron’s chest, “Mr. Campbell you..you really shouldn’t be touching me like this” he pleaded.
“Awww why not Davey~? Seems like you enjoy it.” Cameron cooed
"You need to stop" David responded simply.
"Then tell me you don't want it" Cameron challenged. As expected, David just stayed deadly silent. David nearly jumped out of his skin when Cameron rubbed the head of David’s cock between his fingers, “Just relax…I’ve gotcha.” He coaxed. It didn’t take long for him to start hearing the wet noises of precum lubricating his dick and in turn start moving his hips on his own. Pretty soon he was slowly humping himself into Cameron’s hand.
He almost shamed himself for how badly he wanted it, wanted this. David remembered feeling so disgusted when Campbell tried to drunkenly flirt with him as well as when he walked in on him and Penelope. But now? God he almost didn’t want Cameron to let him go. David tilted his head upward and kissed up Cameron’s neck, grinding against his hand as he peppered them on. Cameron on the other hand, let out a few grunts and began to get a little more handsy. "Oh Davey~" he growled in David's ear as he felt up the man's body with his other hand. Sliding his free hand up David’s shirt and occasionally sliding his hand down the back of David's shorts to grab and squeeze his asscheeks.
“Davey, pull your shorts off and get on your back.” Cameron ordered. David wasted no time doing exactly that, pulling his shorts and boxers all the way off and letting his lower half breathe.
“Mr. Campbell we don’t have any lube so please be careful” he begged.
“Nonsense, we don’t need it. Just hold still for a second.” Cameron reassured.
“W-What do you mean?” David asked, concern overshadowing his lust for a brief moment. But before he could think more clearly his legs were pushed up to his stomach, just barely squishing him enough to suffocate him.
“Relax~ I won’t go in raw” David's heart fluttered as he felt Cameron’s thumb press against his taint and circle around his asshole, “Just don't get too loud and don’t squirm.” He instructed.
It took David a moment, but his eyes widened as Cameron lowered himself downward and David realized what he was going to do. David jumped out of his skin and he let out a small gasp when he felt Cameron's tongue beginning to explore below his taint. He could feel the wetness of his tongue circling around the entrance, almost taunting him, and knowing Cameron he probably was. He couldn’t help but reflexively clench or attempt to squeeze his legs shut whenever he felt Cameron getting a tad bit too close to entering. Though closing his legs was near impossible given the older man’s strength. They locked eyes for a moment before Cameron gave one of his thighs a rough pat before rubbing his thumb against David’s taint. It was like a silent coax to let him inside. His better judgment told him not to do it, if anything it begged him to kick this old man off him before he fell for another bluff. However David’s heart desperately wanted this to be real.
David relaxed as much as he physically could, then let out a quiet shaky moan the minute he felt the warmth and wetness of a tongue invading his backside, “A-augh~! Oh, Mr. Campbell….” He involuntarily squirmed and whimpered as Cameron ate him out. Holding his legs up with his strength and occasionally pulling away to utter soft praises and reminders that drove David crazy.
“Hold still.” He sternly told David when he squirmed around a tad bit too much.
“Someone’s a little sensitive” he teased David once after a moan that was way too loud that they were lucky nobody had heard.
“That’s my good boy, Davey~” he praised after David moaned his name after a number of times he could barely remember himself.
Eventually Cameron parted himself from David’s backside, letting David relax and fully catch his breath. He gave David a small kiss on his thigh before letting his legs go. He raised himself above David, whose legs were shaking as if it were the middle of winter.
“You’re so damn precious, I’m not even inside of you yet~” Cameron teased. Though, he was relatively impressed with how long David lasted so far. David's eyes were squeezed shut as he was dazed in his own ecstacy, he must have closed them at some point while he was getting eaten out. Sunlight was starting to come more clearly into the tent and as a result he was able to see the fruits of his labor, “Those are good tears...right?” David’s face was flushed red and his auburn hair had been made a mess but what concerned Campbell were the tears streaming down David’s cheeks. David gave a small “Mhm.” In response but that wasn’t enough for Campbell.
“Words, David.”
“Yes sir.” David responded more clearly.
“Okay, good.” Campbell cupped David’s face in one of his hands and wiped away the tears, letting David rest his cheek there for a moment. Campbell then proceeded to slowly slide his middle and ring finger into David’s ass, earning yet another long, grueling moan from David as they went in. Campbell began massaging the inner walls of David's anus, David's legs twitching as he felt the wide fingers slowly stretching him open. The little hitch in his breath and the way he squeezed Campbell’s fingers when he began to go faster filled the older man with arousal. He leered over David's frame, feeling a hardness finally starting up in his own groin as he made the counsler squirm underneath him, "Davey~ You know you're missing out...open your eyes" he coaxed.
David was hesitant, but he did as he was told. His heartbeat raced as he took in the sight, his legs spread apart and Campbell ravaging his hole like some wild animal. It was just too much. God he was so sick for this. Letting himself stoop to this level. Catering to this sick, perverted fantasy he knew Cameron was having of him. His brain was telling him to fight back, repeatedly advising him to beg Campbell to stop. He felt like he placed his own foot in a bear trap and was now just waiting for that trigger to go off and the blades to clamp around his ankle. Oh god he couldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be doing this. He was going to lose the campers, he was going to lose the camp, he was going to lose his job.
He was going to-
He was going to-
Oh god, he was going to-
"That's my favorite little camper~" was the last thing David heard before his mind went blank.
A white substance quickly shot out of David’s cock and directly at Campbell. David finally feeling his body relax as some clarity came back to him. He took a moment to catch his breath, “Mr Campbell I think I’m finished.” He huffed out. When he looked upwards however he was only greeted by blue irises filled with lust.
“Well you better prepare yourself boy.” Cameron lifted David’s legs up again, pressing them down against his chest as he did before and using one hand to zip open his trousers, “Because I’m not.” He growled. David hated to admit it, but the phrase turned him on so much more than he anticipated a phrase like that ever would.
His member was fairly average in length, but what Campbell lacked in length, he made up for in girth. David almost couldn't tear his eyes away. Cameron seemed to notice and in response he pressed the tip against David's anus, "Like what you see~?" he asked.
"It's uh...impressive. Sir." David responded modestly. Though, in reality he wanted to say a whole lot more, "Sir I'm not sure if it'll fit..." he said.
"Oh it will." Cameron said matter-of-factly, "Just...like..this." Cameron spread David's ass open with one of his fingers and slowly pushed himself inside of David. Making the younger man arch his back as he fought back against a screaming moan barely escaping his mouth. Cameron closed his eyes for a moment and let out a small breathy groan himself, oddly enough, he didn't expect David to be so tight, He needed to remember to pace himself. There was a small pause between the two of them before David muttered out something, "Why are you doing this to me?" he breathed out.
"Me? You're the one who started it." Cameron accused.
"Why'd you agree? What are you getting out of this?" David asked more clearly, "Every time you're nice it always comes with something. What is it this time?" he begged to know at least when the metaphorical hammer would slam down.
Cameron fought the urge to roll his eyes, opting to start rolling his hips instead. Making David tighten around him and releasing soft whimpers with every thrust inward, "Look, Davey...I want you to shut up so I can pound into you like a pound-cake and watch your face when you cum again." with that he pressed David's legs down harder on his chest and began to quicken his thrusts.
Cameron grunted and groaned as he repeatedly thrusted into David like a depraved dog and David whimpering underneath him with every thrust he did like a bitch in heat. The only other noise being Campbell's skin slapping against David's thighs as he slammed into him. Cameron let several praises leave his lips as they both drowned themselves in ecstacy, "Oh you're such a good boy Davey. Such a good fucking boy." was a line he muttered seemingly on repeat. David played into it, always following the praise with "You mean it Mr. Campbell?" over and over until Cameron would confirm that he did. His cock throbbed as David's insides pulsed around it with every thrust. The air inside the tent had grown hot and thick, the smell of both their hot breaths and sweat radiating in the enclosed space. At one point David reached up and gripped onto Cameron's off-white shirt, pulling the older man down so they were touching foreheads.
"You like that don't you, boy?" he murmured in David's face, feeling the pressure in his groin rising, "You like taking your old man, huh?" he huffed.
"Mhm~" David hummed with a nod.
"Use your words Davey" Cameron ordered.
"Yes sir. A-Augh~" David clutched onto Campbell harder as he thrusted a tad bit faster. Finally allowing himself to fully indulge in the debauchery, partially indulging in the fantasy the two had concocted. If not, a tad bit more than Campbell himself. The feeling of Campbell restraining him in a way that made it so that he could barely breathe and the feeling of his cock thrusting so violently in and out of his tight entrance made the fantasy feel all the more real. Eventually, David could once again feel himself on the brink of orgasam, "Mr. Campbell I'm going to cum~" he warned. Sure enough, not long after that warning David called out Campbell's name as his mind went hazy and his second shot of cum squirted out onto his stomach. Cameron thrusted into David a few more times before eventually thrusting deep into him one last time, dumping his own load inside with a gruff groan, "Fuuuck..." he sighed as he slowly felt the hazy fog of arousal clear from his mind.
The two sat there for a moment as they both gradually caught their breath. Campbell pulled himself out of David’s ass, giving his bum three firm smacks of encouragement before zipping himself back up. He then freed David's shaky legs from their entrapment, "What time did you say we had to be up and out of here?" he asked.
"Six thirty" David responded, still trying to recover, "What time is it right now?" he asked. Campbell looked towards his phone and turned it on, it was quarter to seven. He looked at David's desheveled state. Bottomless with his bottom half probably sore as hell. If he got up now, the kids would probably call him 'Bambi' all the way back to camp. So Cameron did what he did best.
"It's only Six o'clock." He lied, "We got thirty minutes." his heart almost melted when David gave an innocent sigh of relief. Cameron rested back on his side of the cramped as David grabbed his shorts and underwear to put them back on. He held his arms out to David, "Do you uh...wanna..." the words couldn't leave his mouth but the subtle come-here gesture he made with his hands said more than enough.
"You mean it?" David asked.
"mhm"
"Promise?"
"Yup." with the final confirmation David scooted over to Campbell and rested his face against the man's chest. Closing his eyes and giving himself a proper opportunity to rest. While David was distracted Campbell grabbed for his phone. Or at least attempted to, as despite his best efforts to find it there wasn't any phone to be seen. He then remembered, that one brat probably had it. He sighed and grabbed for his own phone, navigating towards David's contact in the messages app. There were many messages there, most of them from David, all of them recieving no response or one that was one word long at most. There were a few conversations but they were all formatted the same, David seeking approval and Cameron entertaining him until he got whatever he needed at the time.
He ignored the messages as best as he could to type up something to send to that one brat, he couldn't remember his name but it was the one with the blue hoodie. He wasn't entirely sure if he could get the child to comply because admittedly, this kid was good. Worse than Davey was Cameron would argue.
[Hey sport, could you tell whatever her name is that David is feeling a little under the weather and can't bring you guys back to camp?] he asked. Keep it simple, Campbell, the less he knew the better. There was a long pause as Cameron waited for a response, until finally a few speech bubbles popped up on the screen.
[Gee Mr. Cam, I'd love to! But I'd need proof to convince her] One message said, [Got any?] Cameron grimaced at the message, playing hardball eh? He looked around the tent to see if there was anything inconsipicuous enough to convince him. Unfortunately, there wasn't much. He looked at David's resting figure, his face was flushed and hair a mess, his eyes were also puffy from tearing up so much. He switched back over to his camera and turned off that god-forsaken flash first before angling it at David's face, the camera shuttered as the photo was taken causing David to open his eyes and mutter a small "huh?" upon hearing the sound. Cameron shushed him as he sent the photo off quickly and turned his body away from David to hide the messages on screen, [Woke up face red and puffy, no idea what caused it.] he added in an attempt to make the lie more convincing. It didn't take long for Max to respond, unfortunately he still seemed suspicious.
[What do I get?] He asked childishly. Cameron's brow furrowed, "M-Mr. Campbell what are you doing?" he heard David ask from beside him. Campbell didn't respond. He had to wrap this up
[What do you want?] He asked.
[Money]
[How much?] Cameron felt David's hand hesitantly tap his shoulder from beside him, "Mr. Campbell...?" the tiny plea for affection not going unheard but going unanswered for the time being. He could almost hear the man’s heart breaking at the sudden indifference.
[Make an offer]
[$20]
[40]
The hike-up made Campbell wince, but he knew if he didn't comply who knows what that little jerk would spread around. What would a child his age even need forty dollars for? Cameron's guess was that the child was merely twisting his arm because he could. However, David was getting visibly antsy without his attention and Campbell didn't want to keep him waiting any longer than he had to, he'd earn back the cash somehow.
[Deal.] he agreed.
With that he turned his phone off and returned his undivided attention back to David, "Sorry my boy." he apologized, "If anybody asks, you woke up a little under the weather, okay?" he asked. David seemed unsure but hesitantly nodded in agreement. He would probably harp on Cameron for the fib later, but there was no way he was letting David walk after the pounding he just recieved. He pulled David closer to him and after some hesitance gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"Sir don't, that's gross" David quipped almost playfully. Cameron couldn't help but let out a laugh at that.
"Shit's a part of nature David" Cameron quipped back.
"Doesn't mean I like it on my face" David responded, "You're such a gross old man" he said.
"What a load of hooey, you weren't saying that before" Cameron pointed out. To which they both gave a chuckle. David rested his head against Campbell's chest, feeling a serene sense of comfort wash over him.
"I love you."
"I know."