Rayn: Pop Up TentMature

We pitched a little pop up tent in the park, y’know the ones that don’t have poles and are impossible to get back in the bag it came in. I don’t think camping in public parks is exactly legal, but this is me we’re talking about. Since when have I cared if something’s legal or not? It was out of the way and the little camp fire thing we had going was hardly a danger to anyone.

I was sat there making s’mores, mostly because I could. I was having too much fun to really care that I’d made more than I could eat. Kyle was watching me with this smile plastered across his face.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as I fed him one of my many s’mores. I didn’t say anything. All that would’ve come out of me would be some kind of squeal. I gave him the super happy grateful face instead and sat on him, relaxing into him and humming as he put his hands on my hips. He smiled.

“I love you,” I told him as calmly as I could, rubbing my face against his shoulder the way a cat would.

“I love you too.” At that, I pushed him down so he was lying on the ground underneath me. I settled down on him like he was a mattress so I could watch the stars and eat my s’mores. I felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was just us, and I don’t think I could’ve been any happier about that. I caught him smiling again out of the corner of my eye and rolled over on him, nuzzling his collar bone.

He smiled up at me, which earned a nice big lick on the face from me. He laughed, “What was that for?”

“Felt like it,” I grinned. He chuckled and I licked a big stripe up his neck. He actually tilted his head for me, so I kissed it this time, holding back a giggle as his hum tickled my lips while they were still pressed against his throat. “Why’re you so perfect?”

“Because I am,” he gave me this huge grin and I couldn’t help but giggle that time, planting a kiss on his lips. As he kissed back, my heart beat sped up and skipped, tripping over itself as I realised I really wanted him. Again. I’ll have to send a letter to Japan and thank them for curing me. I whined a little. “What?”

“I want you, but I don’t think my ass will cope,” I told him, laughing a little.

He laughed too, “I can be gentle, y’know?”

“Wouldn’t know it,” I pouted, earning myself a baby of a glare.

“Why’re you pouting? I’m the one that just got insulted.”

“My ass is the one that gets the abuse,” I retorted.

“I’ve been very gentle with you, mister,” he informed me, glaring some more.

“Then why does my ass disagree?” I asked, deliberately winding him up now. What? It was fun to tease him.

“If your ass disagrees so much, maybe I won’t fuck you anymore,” he said huffily.

I bit down on his shoulder, “I never said I didn’t like it.” He was still huffing. I guess his ego couldn’t take it, ‘cause he kinda looked like he was actually huffing than pretend huffing. I bit his neck to get his attention.

“Ow,” he said, sort of laughing. I nibbled, being gentle this time, making him hum. He didn’t seem to be angry with me, so I relaxed again, putting on a husky voice between nibbles.

“Why don’t you show me just how gentle you can be?” I guess it was a day of many firsts; first boner without being high, first time I’d ever wanted to have him more than once in the same day, first time I’d had sex outside. First time he’d been that gentle, at the very least.


Kyle and me woke up early enough that we weren’t going to be kicked out of the park and after getting dressed and having something to eat, we started packing up. I was in the middle of trying to get that tent back in its bag, but it wasn’t playing ball, and I needed to pee too much to care about it. I wish I’d gone in an empty bottle or something or in a bush nearby than finding the toilets.

I ended up hiding in a cubicle in the women’s toilet for ages. The reason? Daddy was there. I mean, he wasn’t in the toilets or anything, but he was near them, and I ended up puking up my breakfast, too afraid to go back outside, just in case it was him and not my mind playing tricks on me. I knelt there next to the toilet, thinking about how he could’ve been watching last night. I mean, we weren’t exactly hiding and he could’ve seen. It’d be enough to make him snap; he’d get angry with me for enjoying myself. He’d yell and punish me. Just the idea of it made my stomach try to empty itself again.

By the time I got back to Kyle, he looked like he’d been starting to worry about me, and the look on his face made me feel like a kicked puppy. I didn’t want to make him worry about me. With that said, I couldn’t exactly help myself from instantly clinging to him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, wrapping me in a warm cuddle.

“I saw daddy,” I whimpered thoughtlessly.

“What?” he arched an eyebrow, and I buried my head in his chest, hiding my blush. Years of him forcing me to call him daddy meant it just stuck in my head, though I did my best to just refer to him as my dad if I had to talk about him. I just wasn’t thinking. Kyle probably thought I was a freak now, at least more of a freak than I already am. I felt sick again.

“He’s here. I told you he was before.”

He played with my hair, trying to keep me calm, “I’m sure it wasn’t him, gorgeous.” I just clung to him. “Want me to go have a look?” I nodded, even though I didn’t want him to go anywhere. “I’ll be back in a sec,” he told me, kissing the top of my head. I nodded and hid inside the tent that neither of us had been able to wrestle into its bag yet. I hugged my knees to my chest and waited. 

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