Chapter 3: First Time Camping (Transgender, Outdoor Intercourse, Female-to-Male)

Aiden has never been camping before. Turns out that he actually enjoys sleeping in a tent, eating smores, and getting his hole absolutely demolished by his boyfriend.

Kinks: Vanilla but with a feral power dynamic.

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“You’re telling me that you’ve never been camping before?” Jack asked, pointing the tip of his beer bottle at his boyfriend.

Aiden shook his head before taking a sip of his own drink. “Never.”

“Not even while in the Boy Scouts or something?” Jack then asked.

Aiden lifted a brow and said nothing to that. It would take Jack exactly…

One…

Two…

Three…

“Oh shit, right,” Jack said, rubbing at the back of his head as he offered a nervous smile. “I forgot.”

That was honestly kind of affirming in a way, when someone totally forgot that he had once been a… well… you know. It was just good to be seen as one of the boys, nothing more and definitely nothing less than that.

Aiden grabbed a stick and used it to poke at the fire in front of him. He did like sitting next to a campfire and he especially liked the smell of it. There was a certain wonder to sitting out in the middle of the woods with nothing surrounding him.

He could see why his brothers liked doing it so much while growing up.

“Well how are you enjoying your first camping trip then?” Jack asked.

Aiden smirked. “It’s been pretty fun. Nice to get away from work and the city and just…” He gestured towards the night sky. He’d never seen it so dark and full of stars before. “Getting to see this tonight is amazing.”

Jack looked up and smirked. “I remember going camping with my dad and he’d bring a telescope along with him. You know, so we could look at the night sky without all of that light pollution and shit. It was kind of amazing how much detail you could make out with one of those.”

“How is your dad these days?” Aiden asked.

Jack snorted. “Still homophobic as fuck.”

It was now Aiden’s turn to wince.

Though it didn’t seem that Jack minded too much as he held out the stem of his beer bottle. “To unsupportive parents?”

Aiden smirked and clinked his bottle against it. “To unsupportive parents.”

The two of them shared a laugh and tilted back their respective drinks, downing a nice couple mouthfuls of the local piss water. Once finished, Aiden placed his down on the ground while Jack held onto his, resting it against his thigh.

Aiden caught a glimpse of Jack from the light of the flames.

Jack’s tan skin was accented so beautifully by the light that the roaring fire cast. His bright blue eyes were further pronounced against the contrast of the red glow. He was a large guy, bulky and strong, a real bear who had returned to its natural habitat in the woods. He sported a nice amount of black stubble upon his face which went well with the trimmed head of hair that was of a similar colour.

Aiden on the other hand was about a solid foot-and-a-half shorter and much lighter. Not skinny but definitely thinner than his companion. His face was also a bit softer and only sprouted a few light-coloured whiskers though he appreciated every single one of them. His hair was also trimmed short but was dyed a neon blue that contrasted with his otherwise green eyes.

“So, what else do we do while camping?” Aiden asked, saving himself from getting lost in his companion’s gaze.

Jack shrugged. “Go for hikes during the day, go swimming, just enjoy nature and stuff. Maybe cooking some food over the fire if we’re feeling especially brave enough.”

“Does campfire food taste better?” Aiden smirked. “Or is it just us returning to some sort of primal urge to cook things over an open flame?”

“Well considering that most food cooked over a campfire ends up raw on the inside and overcooked on the outside, I’d say it’s mostly just that primal urge thing,” Jack admitted. Though he flashed a smile. “Unless it’s marshmallows. There’s no better way to cook marshmallows than over an open flame. I will die on that hill.”

Aiden nodded and reached into his backpack, pulling out a bag. He then used his teeth to tear it open.

“Well then, Camp Master Jack, why don’t you show me how it’s done?” he teased.

Jack nodded and stood up, stepping away from the fire and heading towards a nearby tree. He hummed and hawed as he looked around the base of it, obviously doing his best to try and find something. Then he beamed as he bent over and plucked a large stick off of the ground. Though he wasn’t content with one as he began to search for another.

“What are you doing?” Aiden asked.

Jack smirked and pointed his stick at him. “Ninety-nine percent of cooking marshmallows is down to your choice of cooking instrument. If you have a bad stick then you can’t really cook a good marshmallow. If it’s too thin then it might snap and drop the marshmallow into the fire. Too thick and the marshmallow might lose structural integrity and slip off of it.”

Aiden nodded along and allowed himself a thin smile. “I didn’t realize that there was so much science that went into this.”

“This is the kind of stuff that you learn in the Boy Scouts,” Jack declared. “Did you know that they had a badge for cooking marshmallows?”

Aiden chuckled and shook his head, not responding to that. He might not have had the option of being in the Scouts but even he knew that was utter bullshit.

Jack seemed to finally find another stick as he let out a triumphant sound and marched back towards the log that the two of them had been sitting on. He plopped down upon it and offered one of the sticks to Aiden.

Aiden didn’t know jack shit about sticks but this one seemed like it would get the job down nicely. It was adequately thick and didn’t feel particularly flimsy.

Though what did he know? He didn’t really have any bad or good examples to base his opinion on, just Jack’s expert opinion. But he knew that he could trust Jack.

He also decided to reward his boyfriend by leaning over and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Alright,” Jack said, grinning as he grabbed a marshmallow from the bag. “First you need to skewer the marshmallow on the stick.”

He demonstrated, stabbing the stick right through the fatty part of the marshmallow.

Aiden followed his lead, stabbing his own marshmallow himself. Though he couldn’t help but notice that some of the bark on the stick got sprinkled upon the fluffy exterior of the marshmallow as he did so.

“This doesn’t feel very clean,” he grumbled.

Jack snorted. “Welcome to camping where we wander to a place with no modern amenities, shit in holes, and go without showering for three days straight.” He smirked at him. “Strange that so many people think this is relaxing.”

“Just happy to finally get it off of my bucket list,” Aiden teased. Though he paused as he pondered something that Jack had said. “Though if all of that’s true then maybe we should uh…” He chuckled and felt his cheeks warm a little. “Maybe we should get the fucking in sooner rather than later? You know before we get too… grungy.”

Jack nodded and offered a thin smile. “We can fuck after I teach you how to cook marshmallows?”

Aiden smirked. “I think that sounds like a good idea.”

Jack held the stick out and placed it over the flames though ensured that he kept it far enough away that the sugar didn’t catch fire. It was a motion that Aiden mirrored, holding out his own marshmallow above the rising heat.

“You want to cook it with indirect heat and stay away from the coals,” Jack explained. “Those are where the real heat is and it’ll turn that thing into charcoal in seconds.” He then started to slowly roll the stick back and forth, turning it so all the surfaces were evenly exposed to the heat. “And make sure that you evenly apply the heat to make it a nice golden brown.”

Aiden nodded slowly, following his boyfriend’s lead. It turned out that he was pretty good at this whole marshmallow thing.

“Want to do anything special tonight?” Jack asked.

Aiden cocked a brow. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, I packed some rope, a few toys…” Jack started, motioning towards Aiden. “Just in case you were feeling especially kinky or something.”

Aiden pondered it for a moment before shaking his head. “I think I’m just in the mood for some good old fashion sex tonight, if that’s okay?”

“I can respect that,” Jack said, winking at him. “It’ll save me a bunch of work.”

He drew his marshmallow away from the fire, blowing on it and plucking it off of the stick. Just like he promised, it was a nice golden brown around the exterior and didn’t have a single mark of black upon it.

And when Aiden drew his own back, he found that it was in a similar state. With care he plucked it off, feeling how much softer it had gotten in such a short amount of time. As he popped it into his mouth, he appreciated how much better it tasted with only a little bit of cooking.

“That’s so fucking good,” he whispered.

Jack smirked. “Wait until we break out the stuff to make smores. But…” He popped the marshmallow into his mouth, smirking as he now talked with his mouth full. “That’s advanced camping techniques so we can save that for after I’ve smashed your hole.”

Aiden rolled his eyes and said nothing to that.

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, savouring their treat. Though once it was finished, Jack stood up and made his way over to their tent.

“Come on, little pup,” he teased. “Let’s fool around.”

Little pup…

Those words had a fantastic way of meddling with Aiden’s poor little brain, making the wire inside spark wildly and then fizzle out. He liked the title, almost appreciating it as much as when Jack called him ‘runt’. Though both had their own unique charm.

“Is it safe to leave the fire going?” Aiden asked.

Jack nodded. “It rained pretty recently so this entire forest is going to be safe from a little campfire.” He reached out and unzipped their tent, motioning for Aiden to go inside. “But I appreciate your caution, it would've made you a good scout.”

Aiden grinned. “Thanks.”

He got up and followed after his boyfriend, sliding into the tent. Though as he was making his way through the threshold, he felt a hand firmly slap him across the ass. His only response was an indignant gasp that made Jack laugh.

It was cramped within the tent, barely bigger than the double-sized inflatable mattress that they had set up inside. And what little space was left over was then taken over by their various games, camping supplies, and clothing.

Though Aiden did manage to flop upon the mattress, settling into a spot with Jack soon joining him. Jack had brought a little electric lantern along with him, casting a dim glow throughout the space.

“Pretty useful,” Aiden quipped.

Jack smiled and placed a hand upon his side, stroking at it. He then leaned forwards and gave Aiden a little kiss upon the nose.

Aiden reached out and placed one of his hands upon Jack’s rump, giving it a squeeze. He was pleased to hear the little inhale that his boyfriend gave and he especially liked to see the slight bit of dominance that now broiled away in his eye.

The two of them looked at one another, remaining at an impasse. Though this lasted for only a moment.

Before Aiden could react, Jack pressed his lips against his own and his tongue was pushing into his mouth. His boyfriend was aggressive and animalistic, forcing his tongue inside. His hands were groping wildly with one gripping Aiden’s rump while the other rested against the back of his head, holding him tight and forcing him into the kiss.

Aiden whimpered softly, knowing that he was on the backfoot right out of the gate. Though he couldn’t deny that he loved the sensation of being overpowered by his far larger boyfriend. His free hand gripped at Jack’s sweater and he held onto it for dear life.

Jack’s tongue was long and Aiden could feel the tip of it brush against the stud embedded into his own tongue. This was one of eleven piercings that were dotted across his body.

The two of them tangoed in this oral context though Aiden was not once allowed to lead the dance as Jack constantly set the pace and tempo, controlling every single little motion that was made.

Though Aiden knew that it wasn’t a pup’s place to lead. A pup was only meant to follow.

Jack drew away from the kiss and looked Aiden right in the eye. There was a fire brewing in his gaze that was hungry and just filled with a predatory glee. He licked his chops like a hungry wolf and then dove back into the kiss, once more jamming his tongue into Aiden’s mouth.

Aiden could feel the hand within his hair seizing it firmly, denying him even the illusion of retreat. Not that he would’ve taken it. At the same time, he felt the hand on his ass slide under the waistline of his pants and grope at what lingered underneath. Instinctively, he ground his hips forwards, feeling the bulge that was now nestled in Jack’s pants. It was sizeable and proud, one of the largest that Aiden had ever been with.

N-not that he was a size king or anything.

Their kiss lingered for a few more impassioned moments as their tongues came forth and battled with one another. Though eventually, Jack loosened his grip and allowed Aiden the chance to draw back.

Aiden blinked in surprise, shaking his head in an effort to clear his mind. His thoughts were so foggy and chaotic, cluttered together within his grey matter.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Jack smirked and nipped at him. “Sorry, I guess you got me a little worked up there.”

“That was good,” Aiden said, shaking his head. “That was really fucking good.”

Though the kiss wasn’t enough for Jack as he started to slide down Aiden’s body, planting kisses upon his hoodie and making his way down towards his jeans. He didn’t stop his descent until his face was level with his boyfriend’s crotch.

With care, he grabbed his belt, loosening it and trying to pull it away. His actions were clumsy but he managed to pull it free before tossing it aside and then focusing on undoing his boyfriend’s fly. This put up less resistance and soon Jack was pulling his pants down and exposing the boxers that lingered underneath.

There was a pronounced wet spot upon the front of them and Jack immediately dove in, pressing his nose right against them. He drew in a breath so forcefully that Aiden shivered as he actually felt the inhale. Though the boxers were not allowed to linger for long as Jack pulled them down as well.

Aiden flushed as he was exposed, feeling the cooler evening air graze against his soaking wet hole. He looked down and bit his lip, reaching out and placing a hand upon the back of Jack’s head.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” Jack asked before that spark of dominance glimmered in his eye. “Would you like that, you little runt?”

There was that magic word… runt. It twitched at the back of Aiden’s mind, once more short-circuiting his thoughts. His breathing hitched and he nodded quickly.

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“Use your words,” Jack ordered.

Aiden whined.

“Those aren’t words,” Jack stated, looking up at him and narrowing his gaze. “Come on runt, I want you to bark for me.”

Aiden drew in a breath and let it out slowly, steeling himself. “Can you please eat me out, J-Jack.”

“Gladly,” Jack growled.

He dove in and pressed his lips hungrily against Aiden’s lower counterparts, pushing his tongue against his hole. He was tender with his motions, taking his time to lick away at his folds before pressing his tongue inside.

Aiden gasped and gripped Jack’s hair tightly. Not that his boyfriend seemed to mind. If anything, that only seemed to embolden his actions, making his tongue move a little swifter and with just a smidge more effort than before.

Jack jammed the entire appendage inside of him, moving it around so fluidly with the help of Aiden’s own abundant juices. His grip upon Aiden’s hips tensed as he squeezed them so tightly, holding onto him for leverage.

“Fuck,” Aiden whispered, letting out a breathy moan.

He could feel a heat start to blossom in his chest and spread outwards throughout his entire body. It was red hot and almost bordered on the realm of being euphoric. His entire form coursed with a pent-up energy and he knew that he was moaning with such a lack of restraint.

Jack drew back and panted for breath, looking up at Aiden. The fire in his eyes was now an inferno, something that was so feral and only came out during their lovemaking. This was his smolder of dominance cranked to eleven, a desire to take the little runt he had in his hands and put him in his place.

He only took a moment to rest, however, as he inched upwards and took Aiden’s adorable little cock into his mouth. His lips cradled it tightly and his tongue prodded so eagerly at this little nub of sensitive flesh.

“Holy shit,” Aiden whispered, whimpering between frantic breaths. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy…”

He gasped and instinctively rocked his hips forwards, pressing them even harder against Jack’s face. Not that he seemed to mind in the slightest as he seemed amused by the desperation of his actions.

Aiden’s cock was just so sensitive, so easy to please. It would’ve been so simple to delve into the realm of overstimulation but Jack knew him so well, knowing just the right intensity to go by.

Jack reached up and pressed two fingers against Aiden’s lips, pushing them inside without question or delay. His advance was smooth and cautious though he didn’t stop until he was all the way in to the knuckles. At which point he wiggled his fingers and then drew them back before pumping back into him, again and again, at a steady pace.

Aiden’s mind was white hot with pleasure and he could feel his heart frantically pounding away inside of his chest. He gritted his teeth together and let out such a desperate series of moans, each a huffing note of ecstasy that came jerking free upon a sporadic and lustful song.

“Who do you belong to?” Jack asked, his voice husky as he drew away from Aiden’s cock.

“Y-you…” Aiden stuttered.

Jack snorted and jammed his fingers deep inside. “And who am I?”

“M-my Alpha,” Aiden whined. “And I’m your…”

He gasped as Jack worked a third finger inside, stretching him to the edge of discomfort but still remaining well inside of the realm of pleasure. It was impossible to think straight at the moment, so difficult to formulate anything over the pesky clutter of euphoric thoughts and the ceaseless ecstasy that he felt.

As Aiden looked down, he could see Jack smiling and looking up at him expectantly. Though he wasn’t making things easy as continued pumping his fingers away, without delay, actually growing quicker and quicker with his tempo.

“I’m your runt,” Aiden whined.

“You sure are,” Jack whispered, planting a kiss upon Aiden’s pelvis. “And you’re so lucky that your Alpha loves taking care of you.”

“So lucky,” Aiden agreed, trying everything to formulate even semi-rational thoughts. Though even these were difficult to parse upon the constant fire of pleasure that he felt.

Though Jack decided to help clear Aiden’s mind by drawing his fingers out. He grinned at his boyfriend as he wiggled them through the air, ensuring that he could see the way that his juices so utterly coated them. His digits were absolutely drenched in lust, glistening in the low light of the tent.

He wiped them off upon his pants and then reached for his belt, loosening it and pulling it away.

Aiden noticed that there was now an even more significant bulge in the crotch of his pants, a mighty appendage that was just lingering underneath. It was outlined perfectly by the tight denim of his jeans.

Though it didn’t seem like it would remain in that denim for long as Jack unbuttoned his fly and started to wiggle out of them. He didn’t take them off completely, merely letting them settle around his thighs along with his polka dot boxers.

Jack’s erection stood so proudly in the air, just pulsing with a desire to be used. He smirked at Aiden as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and gave it a stroke, gliding his hand back and forth along it. His progress was smooth and aided by pre as he started to work it into his shaft.

“Ready to get your hole fucked, little pup?” Jack asked, offering such a dangerous smile.

Aiden nodded quickly, doing his best not to whimper with excitement. All he knew was that he wanted that fat cock inside of him and he wanted it now. He even helped it along by kicking away his pants and offering easier access to his body.

“On your hands and knees,” Jack ordered.

Aiden obeyed, rolling over and pushing his hands firmly into the mattress as he propped himself up. It was a little awkward to feel the air-filled plastic under his body but he was sure that Jack wouldn’t set him up for disaster.

Hopefully…

Jack shuffled over and took up position behind him, once more gripping his hips. He grunted as he started to prod at Aiden’s lips, pushing against them but failing to penetrate. It would seem that in such a tight tent, on such an unstable air mattress, and with such poor lighting even the simple aspects of sex were going to be more than a little problematic tonight.

“God you’re so hot babe,” Jack said.

Aiden smirked. “You’re not too bad looking yourself.”

Jack finally found leverage and pressed forwards, pushing into Aiden’s hole. His initial penetration was shallow, just enough to usher forth a moan. He used his grip to hold Aiden steady, pumping away at his folds. His tempo started cautious as he was slow and penetrated with such shallow thrusts.

Though he didn’t allow himself to stay tame for long as he huffed and buried his fingers even more forcefully into Aiden’s skin, really digging his nails in.

The pain was nice, euphoric, tickling at that little masochistic voice that lingered at the back of Aiden’s mind.

And as Jack affirmed his leverage, he also intensified his pace, pounding away so swiftly and with so little delay. He plowed ahead without reservation, slamming his cock into Aiden and breeding him without hinderance.

Soon, he had managed to venture in to the base of his cock, and just as quickly, his hips were clapping against Aiden’s tight little backside with such regularity. It was like a drumbeat, hammering over and over again.

“God, I love fucking your hole,” Jack growled.

Aiden moaned and closed his eyes. His mind was once more too cluttered to respond with anything approaching coherency. All he knew was that he liked this, he liked this a lot. It felt nice to be treated with such reckless abandon and he could feel his arms and legs shaking under him with every single one of Jack’s thrusts.

“Harder,” he whined.

And it seemed that Jack had no qualms with going harder as he growled and pounded away with even more force. It was impressive that he could adopt such a tempo and even more so that he was able to maintain it so effectively in the constraints of their environment.

One of Jack’s hands drifted away from Aiden’s hips as he instead traced it along his back and up towards his head. While Aiden’s hair was short there was still enough to act as a very effective anchor point as Jack firmly seized it.

He then pulled Aiden’s head back, yanking upon his hair.

Once more, the pain was just perfect, a little spice to make things that much better. It also meant that Aiden’s moans now came forth with such unrestrained glee, just a pleasured song that seemed to fill the very air of the room with a static electricity.

Aiden felt the fire inside of himself, kindling with even more vigour, growing and growing with every passing moment. He frantically moaned, unable to really contain his pleasure. He just wanted that dick buried deep inside of him, pushing harder than it already was.

Though such things seemed impossible as Jack appeared to be at his limits, panting for breath as he hammered away, pushing ahead with all the fury of an Alpha breeding its runty little bitch. Aiden could feel him quiver and shake, his own pleasure clearly growing in tandem.

“I’m getting close, little pup,” Jack growled.

Aiden tried to nod but the grip on his hair denied him such a privilege.

“M-me too,” he moaned, gasping as Jack drove deep inside. “Ah, f-fuck.”

Jack’s pace was starting to weaken, growing more sporadic. It seemed that he was trading his tempo for raw power as he managed to slam into Aiden over and over again. Each thrust was so powerful that Aiden rocked forwards, nearly thrown off balance in his efforts.

At the same time, Jack let go of his hair and instead held onto his hips exclusively, snarling as he pounded into him with these increasingly desperate thrusts.

Aiden could feel himself dancing upon the edge of bliss, oh so close to accomplishing that climax that was teasing him upon the horizon. Then his hand slipped and his front half came crashing down into the mattress.

Not that it mattered as Jack just continued to pound away, slamming himself in again and again, fucking him into the very mattress itself. Though this didn’t last long as Jack pumped his hips forward one final time, letting out such a feral note of pleasured desperation. It almost sounded inhumane in its intensity.

His cock twitched and a stream of spunk came flooding forth.

At the same time, Aiden’s own climax hit as his juices gushed out. Their two loads mingled together inside of him, feeling oh so warm. Though soon they overwhelmed his hole and oozed out, draining along his thighs and sticking to Jack’s crotch.

“God fucking dammit,” Jack growled, drawing back without warning. His sudden retreat caused even more of their combined sex to come out, furthering the mess. “I needed that.”

“Uh huh,” Aiden whispered.

He allowed his legs to finally give out as he fell onto his side. It was hard to care about where those juices ended up when he felt so tired and well used.

Though thankfully Jack still held onto enough brainpower to grab a spare T-shirt and slide it under Aiden’s rump. It wasn’t a towel but it would hopefully get the job done.

Jack then thudded back upon the mattress himself and let out a pleasured rumble of laughter. “Fuck, I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to fuck you in a tent.”

“You seemed to do it just fine,” Aiden quipped.

Jack smirked and shook his head. “My legs feel like they’re actually on fire right now.”

He rolled onto his side and draped an arm over Aiden’s midsection, using it to pull him in close.

“Thanks for that, runt,” Jack teased.

Aiden smirked. “You’re welcome, Alpha.”

“Do you want to stay in here or would you rather cuddle by the campfire?” Jack asked.

Aiden pondered it for a moment, weighing his options. On one hand, part of him just wanted to lay here for a few hours. On the other, sitting by the campfire did sound pretty nice. Plus, he could probably munch on about a billion smores right about now.

In the end, smores won out.

“Campfire,” he said.

Jack nodded and shuffled around the tent, going to grab his pants. He started to clumsily pull them on, drawing them over his rapidly fading erection.

He then nodded to Aiden. “Use that shirt to clean up and then meet me outside.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Aiden murmured.

With that Jack slid out of the tent, giving Aiden a little bit of privacy to ready himself.

Aiden did use the shirt though it only managed to half ass the job with plenty of stickiness still lingering behind. But it was enough for him to clean up to the point where he could feel comfortable pulling on his pants again. Once they were back on, he then crawled towards the tent’s entrance, slipping back outside.

The air out there was a little colder than he remembered but thankfully the fire was nearby.

Jack was already there with a thick blanket draped over his shoulders. By his feet were a box of graham crackers, a couple bars of chocolate, and the bag of marshmallows, along with a few weird instruments that Aiden could only assume were meant for cooking them.

Aiden made his way over and plopped down next to Jack, snuggling up against him and drawing the blanket over his shoulders. He leaned over and kissed his boyfriend on the cheeks before resting his head against his chest.

“Glad we decided to go camping,” he murmured.

Jack nodded. “It’s been pretty fun so far.”

“We should totally do this again,” Aiden said, smirking. “That is, if going without a shower for three days doesn’t like… put me off of camping forever.”

Jack smirked. “It won’t.”

The two of them lingered in silence for a moment with the fire still crackling away.

Aiden could tell that he had made the right choice. There was just something so intimate about a campfire broiling away, crackling. The smell alone with enough to make a certain dopamine receptor in his brain go into overdrive.

“I love you,” Aiden said.

Jack smirked. “I love you too, little pup.”

He then leaned forwards and grabbed the box of graham crackers, flashing a smile as he showed it off. “Now, do you want to learn how to make smores?”

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