It's a hot night in the tent

Sharing a Tent, Friday night

Ghost stories, s’mores, even some Truth or Dare that you manage to escape unscathed… The evening’s festivities are all rather enjoyable. Around 11:00 Patrick insists that everyone get ready to sleep.

The boys seem to have coordinated the trip – there are enough tents for two boys to share each one, and Patrick has his own tent. Of course, your sleeping bag is still at the school. You keep one eye on the boys stripping down to their sleeping clothes (or lack thereof) while chatting with Patrick as he erects his tent.

“So, I don’t have a place to sleep,” you remind him.

“No problem,” Patrick says without missing a beat. “Share my tent with me.” Of course the thought had occurred to you, and you admit to yourself that you’re interested in the idea. Can’t be too forward though.

“Well, I guess that’s better than staying out here with the wolves,” you joke.

“Oh, them?” Patrick says, pointing at the boys, many of whom are climbing into their own tents. “I’m sure they wouldn’t do anything to you.”

That’s not what you had meant, of course, and to be honest, you’re not entirely certain whether Patrick is joking. You laugh anyway and excuse yourself for your nighttime pee.

When you get back, the tent is ready, and Patrick steps into the woods to care of his own needs. You climb into the tent, and the whispers of the boys fade away as the thin but sturdy cloth forms a canopy around you. There’s a sleeping bag on the ground, and next to it a small roll-out pad under the blanket you used on the bus.

It’s hot. There are little zippers that could open the tent to the night air, but it’s not your place to fiddle with Patrick’s tent. You climb under the blanket and start to sweat.

Fuck, you say to yourself. You’re not willing to wake up in a sweaty dress that you still have to wear for the next two days, so quickly—before Patrick returns to the tent—you pull your dress over your head and climb under the thin blanket. You bunch up your dress to serve as a pillow and tuck the blanket around your nearly naked body to provide some modesty.

“Okay to come in?” Patrick calls from outside the tent.

“Sure,” you reply cheerfully.

Patrick crawls in and doesn’t skip a beat. If he notices your dress under your head or the outline of your body under the blanket, he doesn’t let on.

“Bit warm in here,” he says. “Hope you don’t mind if I get comfortable.” Without waiting for a reply, Patrick pulls off his shirt and slips out of his shorts. “I always like being natural in nature. Don’t you?” he asks as he pulls down his underwear, revealing in the dim light the rather impressive cock that you’d been thinking about all day. Before you can get a better look, though, Patrick has slid into his sleeping bag.

It’s quiet and dark, and exhaustion washes over your body. You think that Patrick might be speaking to you, but you’re really too tired to focus. Within minutes, you drift off into a deep, sound sleep.