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[francesco dante minasse]

Frankie had spent all afternoon gathering his supplies for the three-day school camping trip for the upperclassmen. He’d double-checked with the school staff the previous week and found out juniors and seniors were both going to be on the trip, so he’d done last minute shopping for just the perfect outfit. As he waited on his ride to the school to show up he brushed a lock of pink hair behind his ears and tapped his foot to the music throbbing through his iPod. All his bags and his tent were piled up on the driveway next to him, looking more like an End Of The World event than three days in the woods. But he wanted to be prepared for anything. Which is probably why his friends were laughing their asses off when they pulled in the driveway. ”Holy shit, Frankie. We’re going on a camping trip, not to war!” One of the Queens laughed as she pointed to his very GI Jane outfit.

He flipped her off and laughed, “Bitch, say that to me when a bear comes looking for food. At least I’ll be able to run!”

Frankie lugged all his bags into the trunk of the Escalade and slipped into the backseat with some of the other girls. They sang and laughed as they drove to the school and parked. Then they started the trek into the woods with all their gear, huffing and puffing as they did so. Only Frankie seemed to not have any issues with the hike, given he’d spent a lot of time camping up in northern NY when he was a kid. He traipsed along totally steady on his feet as the girls behind him stumbled and tripped in their five inch heels. By the time they got to the site most of the girls looked sweaty and exhausted. Frankie on the other hand just marched in looking like he owned the place. He dropped his tent and bags and headed for a couple of Plastics, tossing his long, pink pony tail behind his shoulders. Frankie stood around talking for a while until they lit the bonfire and the sky got dark. Then he settled down by the fire with a soft smile on his face.

Then he realized he’d reached an impasse. He didn’t know how to set up a tent, it had always been his step-dad’s job and he was just content to watch the man’s hot ass in a pair of tight jeans, and he wasn’t about to go begging a teacher to do it. He needed someone he could round into doing it for him. With an irritated he blew a long strand of hair from his face and tapped his fingers on the log he was sitting on, not sure who to get to do that job for him. He stretched out his long legs and enjoyed the warmth of the fire on his body, the evening already seeming to take a slight cold edge to it. Now, he needed fun and booze if this weekend was going to be worth anything. He just had to figure out where to find one or both.

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[ella]

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[francesco dante minasse]

In ten minutes he’d already heard enough G.I. Jane jokes to make him sick. He rolled his eyes as one of the Jocks asked if he was going to shave his head and if he needed a job he could go down on him. Frankie raised his eyes with a mischievous smile and said if he found a magnifying glass, maybe he’d go down on him. The boy had seemed extremely huffy after that and stormed off post calling him an offensive name. He rolled his eyes again and blew his hair from his face once more. This camping trip was going to be a sheer bust if he didn’t manage to get something good. Then he had a lightbulb moment. Frankie checked to make sure the teachers weren’t watching, apparently they were dealing with a couple who’d gotten freaky in a tent, and pulled out a bejeweled flask from his bag. He had suddenly remembered he had stuck it in there just in case. As he unscrewed the cap he heard a voice behind him.

Frankie coughed as the whiskey burned his throat. Damn, Ella scared him! He nodded and held out the flask to her, offering up his booze. What a good friend he was, sharing the only thing that made this damn trip worth it.

”Here ya go! Ella, this is Jack, Jack this is Ella. You know I always come prepared darling.” He half-slurred. Man that was good whiskey.

This was so not like how his old camping trips had been. He looked around and spotted one of the burnouts. He got up and excused himself real quick, gesturing with his head to the dealer so Ella would know where he was going. He sauntered over and wrapped his arms around the boy’s shoulders, giving his most flirtatious smile. A few minutes, and the promise of a blowjob, later Frankie had several bright colored pills in his hand. He walked back over and sat down next to Ella, passing her a few of the X pills as he took his own with another sip of the whiskey in the flask. In about ten minutes he’d be high as fuck and not care what happened on the camping trip. The warmth spread through his whole body and it felt like every muscle in his body was dancing.

”Damn, Ells, I needtaget laid!” He giggled as he leaned on her in a hug.

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