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Chapter 11: PDA on I-84

Steven stood in his pajamas at Ben’s bedroom door and flipped on the light to see Ben and John shirtless squished together in the bed. He covered his eyes and knocked on the open door with his other hand. “Wake up boys, it’s 6:15, breakfast is ready and I’m going to get dressed for work.”

Ben and John climbed out of bed both wearing nothing but their matching navy blue Under Armour shorts and quickly got changed. Ben opted for his adidas track pants and a plain white long-sleeve shirt, while John put on brown cargo pants, a gray hoodie, and a blue flannel jacket over it. Ben told John he had one last thing to pack, his camera and he would see John downstairs for breakfast. John went downstairs while Ben grabbed his backpack with his camera in it and put the shorts they had just taken off on top.

As Ben went down the stairs Steven was waiting for them before he left for work. “Ben, have a safe drive, remember to call your mom in Boise before you probably lose cell service at your camp.”

“I will dad, we’ll see you on Sunday night. Love you.” Ben replied.

Steven went out the front door and left the boys alone to eat. They scarfed down the sausages and waffles on the table and started loading the cooler into the car. Sofia had gotten up still in her robe and saw them off before they were about to leave and went back upstairs to get ready for work herself.

Ben looked at his watch as he locked the front door, 6:55 AM, they were just on time. Both of the boys piled into the packed Subaru and filled up at Costco before getting onto the 405 and eventually I-90 which would take them east. They had reached Snoqualmie Pass just before 9 AM and John was quite enjoying the scenery up in the mountains.

“Benji, are you gonna take us skiing again when I come back here?” John asked as he gazed at the still snow-covered peaks above the pass.

“You wanna go skiing right now? I think we’re about a month late. There’s a rest stop if you want me to pull off the freeway and look around.” Ben started to change lanes out of the fast lane.

“No, no!” John shook his head. “I was just thinking I want to ski again, but you’re right, it’s May. I think the only thing I wouldn’t have done when we went to Loveland was sit next to Connor on the ski lift. He didn’t tell me he was afraid of heights.”

“Oh yeah, that was hilarious, Allan and I thought Connor was gonna jump off!” Ben laughed.

“Well, what about you, you’re the one who suggested we all start on the bunny hill. I thought you said you loved going skiing?” John looked over at Ben.

“Okay, I love going up in the mountains, but do I like the actual skiing part? Not really, I suck at it. You saw how many times I fell over.” Ben chuckled. “I just like winter and being in the snow. Winter in Seattle isn’t like Colorado at all. We might get one or two dumps of snow a season that lasts a couple of days and that’s it. Aside from the fresh snow, I think my favorite part of that trip was seeing you in that tight red compression Nike-Pro Combat long-sleeve shirt after you took off your ski jacket when we were in the lodge having hot chocolate!”

John rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Always one to pay more attention to the sportswear than the actual sport. Sorry I didn’t bring that shirt here, I was already packing 3 pairs of basketball shorts from Wisconsin for you.”

Ben grinned. “Well, I almost wanted you to kick Connor out of your room when we got back and I knew you were still wearing it, but by then I was pretty tired. However, seeing your tits through that tight spandex was a major turn-on for me.”

“I might’ve quickly looked through your stuff while you were in the bathroom last night.” John smiled at Ben.  “I saw you have a similar tight blue UA shirt in your closet. Maybe I can wear it for you when we get back!”

Ben needed to again hide his hard-on in his pants while was driving thanks to John reminding him of their January ski trip and the shirt. “Ohh, so you’re the one rooting around through my closet now?” he laughed.

John tried to look back outside at the scenery of the Cascade Range. “Well you didn’t give me the grand tour like you did at your dorm that first night you brought me up! But I can understand why you didn’t, all that stuff to unpack and all.”

Ben nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, it’s even more of a mess with your stuff in there now too.” Ben could still feel his erection at full mast. Now John was even into wearing more than just his shorts, and Ben couldn’t be happier at the thought of seeing John in more of his clothes as well. But now for Ben, this drive was going to feel longer than 8 hours if John was going to keep bringing up things that were making him aroused and there was nothing Ben could do about it. Thankfully for Ben, John seemed to get lost in the scenery again and Ben could concentrate on driving for the next 3 hours.

John had agreed to take over driving at their halfway point and lunch which was after the Washington/Oregon Border in Hermiston. Just as they crossed the border Ben was starting to regret skipping that last rest stop off I-82 after Yakima. He took the first exit after the border, found their way to a Panda Express, and pulled into a parking spot by the door.

“Welcome to Oregon.” Ben pulled the keys out of the ignition and dangled them in front of John for him to grab. “Hope, you’re not missing Seattle already.”

“A bit, it’s so flat out here, almost like Wisconsin.” John took the keys and put them in his pocket.

“Ok, I really gotta take a leak, don’t get all the Honey Walnut Shrimp or this trip is over!” Ben joked. He gave John a quick kiss on the cheek in front of the glass windows of the restaurant and moved to open his door.

“Jeez Ben,” John smirked and wiped his cheek. “Maybe we should tone that down a bit, we aren’t exactly in Seattle or Colorado anymore.” John was serious from the look on his face and the tone of his voice.

“What are you saying, Johnny? You aren’t into public affection now?” Ben grinned.

“We aren’t at college anymore Ben.“ John glared into the windows of the restaurant. “We can’t defend ourselves from getting hate crimed by 5 construction workers in a Panda Express parking lot in eastern Oregon or Idaho. You know I love you more than anything in this world and the last thing I want to see is you get hurt and I can’t do shit about it. Can we just save it until we get to the campsite?” John took Ben’s hand discreetly over the parking brake and Ben gave him a quick nod. “Now, just wait.” John pleaded.

Ben could barely hold in his urge to pee now, as they waited for the group of workers to get up and leave. After a couple of minutes, the workers made their way to the door. They passed by Ben’s car with both of the boys still in it, pointed and laughed at their Washington plates, got in their work truck, and drove off.

The truck wasn’t even out of the parking lot when Ben opened his door without saying anything and ran inside to go to the bathroom. John followed him and locked the car. “Uh, that’s ok, I’ll order your shrimp” John yelled at Ben through the glass. John ordered two two-entre plates and sat by himself waiting for Ben to come back out. Ben still had a bit of a dejected look on his face when he came back and sat down across from John.

“I’m sorry Benji, maybe we should have talked about this before we left. It’s nothing to do with me still being in the closet, you know as well as I do people out here are different than in Seattle or Denver when it comes to those things.” John started on his chow mein. “I got your shrimp, there was an upcharge right?”

“It’s okay, I get it, I’m just not one to hold my feelings for you back. I can’t wait until we can be alone together again like when we had the whole room to ourselves back at school.” Ben picked out the walnuts from his tray and ate them first. “You got my lemonade too?” He asked, opening the top of his drink.

“Of course, now is there anything I should know before trying to drive your car? Don’t take it over 65? Don’t try to pass people in a Toyota Prius?” John felt for the keys in his pants pocket.

“Don’t be silly, it’s a car, we made it over the Cascades just fine. My dad kept up the maintenance on it too while I was away at school. We’re not in a rush, we should have plenty of daylight left when we get there to set up camp.” Ben finished his shrimp while John was already onto the last of his orange chicken.

“So Benji, now that we're halfway there, are you more excited about seeing Luke Combs or that you get to go camping again?” John asked.

“Oh, definitely camping! Because I’ll get you all to myself tonight in the tent!” Ben said a little too excitedly and looked around at the other people in the dining area before lowering his voice. “I have been listening to some of his songs though and he’s ok.”

“Oh, you have? It’s too bad your car is a bit old, otherwise, we could be listening to his latest album on the way there. But now I gotta go piss too.” John got up and went to the bathroom while Ben sent a short message to his mom to let them know they were in Oregon.

“You ready Benji?” John waited by the door after he came out of the washroom.

“Yup,” Ben got out of his seat and went toward the door. “I put in the Winco in downtown Boise as your destination on my phone, my car doesn’t have Bluetooth or navigation either.” Ben followed John outside, got in the passenger seat, and put his phone on the mount in his windshield.

“Oh God, this is going to be a long 4-hour drive.” John got into the driver’s seat, pushed it back a tiny bit, and started up the Subaru.

Ben was glad to give up his driver’s seat and he started to doze off after they had crossed over the Blue Mountains in Oregon. He had already done this same drive with his dad on his move to Mines last summer, but they went by way of Montana last week on his return. John didn’t care to wake Ben up after they crossed over into Idaho and were on the home stretch, he was still getting used to the minor annoyances of Ben’s Outback, like the corner vent that could barely push a feather with the AC on high.

Coming into Boise was nothing like John's first view of Seattle on Wednesday so John didn’t bother to disturb Ben yet, he was just glad the whole day’s drive was almost over. John didn’t have much trouble finding the store as the freeway ended and funneled them onto a street that went right by Winco. He parked under a small tree and shook Ben awake by the shoulder. Ben rubbed his eyes and yawned, still not aware they were in Boise already.

“So what is this place? I hope they at least sell my peanut butter.” John took out the keys and handed them back to Ben.

“Oh we’re here already, it’s just a grocery store but my mom swears by it, she goes out the way just to shop at the one in Edmonds. Just remember we’re grabbing the stuff for the weekend, we can stop by one on the way home.”

Ben hopped out and stretched out his arms. On the way into the store, Ben noticed a few Washington plates in the parking lot, maybe they weren’t the only ones who made the trek from Seattle for the concert. Before they got to the entrance Ben stopped as John was pulling out a cart. “I almost forgot, I need to call my mom before we lose service in the mountains. Get what you want and I’ll find you.” Ben called his mom and after the call, he found John at the back of the store looking at the bacon section.

“They didn't have Peter Pan peanut butter, but I guess JIF will do for now.” John showed off their cart, with a loaf of white bread, 4 cans of soup, mac & cheese, and the JIF.

“Looking good, I’ll grab a carton of instant hashbrowns and some cereal, Just don’t pick that Bar-S bacon.” Ben left John again and met up with him by the checkout lanes.

As they were pushing out their cart John remarked. “All that was only $19? How come we don’t have this place back in Wisconsin!”

“I dunno, but you see now why my mom loves coming here. Speaking of her, she said my dad has a nice surprise for us when we get back. I have no clue what it might be, he already told me about the Seattle Sounders soccer tickets and she refused to tell me anything more than that.” Ben opened the trunk and John put their bacon and ice into the cooler.

“You’re so lucky to have parents like that Benji, if I told my parents I only came here to see just you, I’d probably find all my stuff on the front lawn when I got back.” John sighed.

“It’s not perfect John, my dad is still slowly accepting me being gay even now. Nick getting married in two months and him eventually getting grandkids probably will take his mind off it. I know my dad means well with whatever he’s doing for us though. My mom has always been the more open-minded one, like I said before, she admitted she knew since I was in middle school.” Ben entered the address of their campsite on Google Maps and returned to the freeway.

The Subaru arrived at their campsite east of Lucky Peak Park shortly before 6 PM with lots of daylight left. Most of the other sites were already set up and the boys quickly got to work unloading and setting up their tent and gear. As soon as Ben had the kitchen assembled he got to work cooking an MRE for himself and soup for John while John put together the tent.

After they had their dinner and their site was ready for the night, Ben and John walked down to the water to watch the sunset together. John climbed onto an abandoned boat dock stuck on the shore and Ben joined him. When Ben grabbed John’s hand John was reluctant at first but remembered Ben had held up to his promise at lunch, no one was going to see them together in the dark out there anyhow.

As the last of the daylight slipped behind the barren hills beyond the water in front of them, John put his arm about Ben. “Can you believe we made it out here, states away from Mines, Seattle, and Wisconsin, just to be together alone again? Last August I bet you never thought you’d start your summer the next year sitting on a boat dock in Idaho with me. Is it what you wanted?”

Ben rested his head on John’s shoulder. “Yes, it’s all I ever wanted, I can’t think of my life without you now, but it didn’t have to be here, I only came out here because it’s what you wanted.”

“You’re right, I have wild ideas but you made it work, you’ve made everything work since I got out here. I stupidly asked Evan when we already agreed you were going to yourself. I’m sorry you have to put up with me when I’m hard-headed like that.” John pulled him in closer.

“Don’t be so tough on yourself Johnny, there’s no one I could imagine sharing this moment with but you. I am getting pretty cold though now in the dark without a jacket so can we go back and get ready for bed? Ben turned on the flashlight he had brought in his pocket.

“Oh of course. When I pulled them out I noticed that your sleeping bags were the kind that zipped together so I took the liberty of doing that.” John held Ben’s hand as Ben led them back to the tent with his flashlight and a boner again after John mentioned the sleeping bags.

John and Ben brushed their teeth with some bottled water, and Ben went to unzip the door to the tent. John had laid out their matching navy blue Under Armour shorts on their sleeping bags with their Mines Under Armour shirts. Ben had gotten one almost like John’s school shirt, except it just had a big M on the chest instead of “Orediggers”.

“Wow, I admit this is pretty romantic, just a couple of boys from Mines in our sleeping bags under the stars.” Ben kicked off his shoes and started to get changed for bed next to John with an obvious hard-on under his pants.

John watched Ben as the adidas pants came off with his Puma boxer briefs and socks and then Ben pulled on the shorts. John realized he neglected to see which shorts were his and which were Ben’s in the darkness of the tent so Ben might even be wearing the ones John slept in last night. “ I think you might be wearing my shorts, so you might as well put on my shirt too.”  John picked up the shirt from the light blue nylon sleeping bag and handed it to Ben who was already shirtless. Ben slipped on John’s UA shirt and sat atop the sleeping bags barefoot anxiously waiting for John to change as well.

Ben’s attention was on John now as John took off his sweaty black Nike Elite socks and threw them at Ben. Ben tossed the socks into the corner of the tent and helped John pull off his cargo pants and underwear while John took off his jacket and hoodie and put on Ben’s UA Mines shirt.

The only thing left was to put on Ben’s navy blue shorts, John put them over his now hard penis and slipped inside the cold nylon-lined sleeping bag together with Ben. Ben immediately rolled over close to John, his cold feet pressing into John’s legs.

“Ahh Benji! Warn me before you do that!” John slowly settled in, the soft nylon of the sleeping bag slipping against his skin as Ben moved beside him.

“You want to know how I discovered my thing for underwear and nylon shorts and stuff?” Ben whispered in his ear.

“How?” John laid back with his eyes closed.

“Well it was our first campout when Evan and I were alone together, must have been about 11, we were in nothing but our briefs under our sleeping bags since it was still a warm September. We had that idea all boys do, to compare our wieners. I slipped mine over my briefs and pulled back my sleeping bag. Evan had never seen my uncut dick hard before, he reached over and touched it, then grabbed my sleeping bag and wrapped the nylon around my dick, and started jerking me off. I was so horny, it felt amazing, I had never done that before and he kept at it until I spasmed and had my first dry orgasm. He let me do the same thing to him, though his sleeping bag was a North Face one and softer on the inside than mine. He let me sleep in his bag that second night, and he slept in mine and we did it again.” Ben poked John to make sure he was still awake.

“I’m still here” John groaned, he was feeling himself with his hand outside the sleeping bag through the nylon of the sleeping bag and the shorts in the dark.

Ben pushed back John’s hand and unzipped the top of the sleeping bag partially. He extricated John's cock over the top of the shorts and wrapped it in the dark blue nylon inner lining of the sleeping bag.

John moaned with pleasure and laid back in the hood of the mummy bag as Ben started to wank him with the nylon quickly. “Ughhh, Ben I’m gonna mess your shorts up if you keep at that.” John rolled his eyes into the back of his head and made guttural sounds of bliss.

“Just warn me when.” Ben slipped down further into the depths of the paired sleeping bags, pulled the waistband of the shorts John was wearing lower, and continued to wank John with the nylon sleeping bag lining.

Ben had no trouble edging John closer to cumming even if they weren’t jerking off touching their dicks with their favorite shorts. He had always dreamed of reliving the nights on campouts he did this sort of thing with Evan, and unlike Evan, John was willing to do the same for him to the end and wasn’t afraid of his cum.

The inside of the tent was now warm from their heavy breathing and Ben started stroking faster with the sleeping bag. The nylon of the sleeping bag lining was stiffer and not as silky as their shorts but it still had until John boned up and ready to cum into Ben’s firm grip through the layers of nylon fabric and synthetic insulation.

John’s breathing started to get even more labored and he thrust his hips into the sleeping bag. He was pretty sure he could handle no more. “Ugh, Benji!” John grunted as Ben quickly took away the bag and put the tip of John’s throbbing cock into his lips in time for John to blast his load into his mouth. Ben slurped up every drop of cum fired into his mouth and swallowed, he crawled back on top of John, kissed him on the lips, and rolled back over onto his side of the sleeping bag.

John reached over with his hand and felt for Ben’s hard cock in his shorts. He started petting lightly at it then turned over to face Ben. Ben didn't want to mess up the shorts he was sleeping in either and pulled them down below his hips and lifted the Mines shirt to expose his smooth chest.

Ben’s dick was now free, John wrapped it in the sleeping bag like Ben had done for him and started to wank it fast with the material. Ben couldn’t contain himself and he softly moaned “Fuuuck” as John was sending him into overdrive. The quick pace continued and Ben closed his eyes as the nylon encased his cock. Ben felt a wave envelop him, he moaned, then spasmed and fired a load all over his chest with some of it dribbling up onto the sleeping bag. John reached over Ben’s head into the corner of the tent and grabbed the Elite socks that had just come off his feet and wiped out the inside of the sleeping bag Ben had wet and Ben’s chest before throwing the soaked sock back in the corner.

With both of them finished, John pulled the sleeping bag back over them and cozied up close to Ben as they drifted off to sleep exhausted from their long day and horny jerk-off session.