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Third Date



It’s a date. In fact, our third date.



We met online, the modern dating method of finding compatibility. Turns out that we both live in the same city; San Francisco, city by the bay. Cold winters, even colder summers. The fog envelops the city, keeping it cool in the Summer. In Winter, the jet stream brings cold air and bad weather down from Alaska. We agree to meet, perhaps taking things to the next level.



There seems to be a chemistry between us. The first two dates went well. Classic first date – dinner and then new movie – “Supernatural:Revenge of Crowley”. Night ended with a kiss on the cheek. You turned at the last second or it would have been on the lips. Jensen Ackles makes you hot. I make you hotter, but it’s too soon.



Second date – drinks at a local brewpub. I picked you up at 6pm, so you didn’t have to drive. I suggested you try the chocolate peppermint stout. It tastes like a luscious sundae in your mouth. Creamy, smooth, chocolaty, minty. We talk for hours about life, the universe, everything. I ask them to make you your favorite pizza – a personal hot wing pizza – hold the wings. We don’t notice the place is closing. Finally they kick us out. Oops – sorry :D We apologize as we scoot out the door.



I drive you back to your apartment. I open your car door for you. I walk you to your door. Dying for a kiss. My hand is shaking a bit as I lean in and brush the hair from your face. I hesitate for only a moment, then kiss you softly. Lingering on your lips. Wanting you to kiss me back. We kiss for an eternity. I move my hand down your body, pull your blouse out of your skirt, and slowly reach up underneath. Sliding my hand up your stomach, hand on your bra. Gently feeling the heat of your breast. You giggle and push me gently back. “It’s late and I have to work in the morning”. Denied again, sigh.



But this… This is the third date.



You agreed to an overnight fishing trip in the mountains near Yosemite. Sierra Foothills, Mining towns and pine trees. Gentle breezes, quiet solitude. Secluded camping spot on the California/Nevada border. We take the truck to make a couple of the stream crossings easier. Easier to bring in wood, fishing poles, coolers.



It’s a long drive, so I pick you up early; 4am. You answer the door still sleepy eyed, I watch you throw your hair into a quick pony tail. Fresh out of bed and sleepy eyed. You look so innocent and beautiful. so warm and inviting, eyes gleaming, future looming, so alive.



We drive through California, starting at the beaches where we live, driving past the rolling hills, into the foothills, past the mining towns, into the mountains. You feel safe enough to sleep most of the way. I watch over you. Watch over you sleeping. Watching your chest rise and fall. Watching you dream. Making sure you feel safe and warm. You wake after a time. I put my hand on your leg and motion you closer.



You move into me, up close against me. Our hands in each other’s laps.



We finally arrive at the campsite. The site borders on the lake. We’re on the east side of the lake by design. I’m hoping that this location, watching the sun set across the lake, alone with me, might help to break down your barriers. You’re no city girl. You help unload the truck. You help setup camp. Gather kindling for the fire; rocks for the fire ring. I setup the tent by myself and watch you work at the same time. Shit, I should let you do all the work. You are a pro. Organized and woods smart. You catch me watching you bend over while getting rocks and grin at me. I raise an eyebrow and grin back. Smiling in anticipation of the night to come.



It’s afternoon now. Not prime fishing time, but that was our excuse for coming, so why not give it a shot.



We walk a short 20 yards over to what looks like a prime fishing spot. There’s a tree a few feet from the water. The sound of the water gently lapping at the shore is the only sound around.



I sit down and lean back against the tree. “Come sit here with me”, I tell you. I open my legs so you can sit between them. You look at me like I’m being pervy, but sit down anyhow, kneeling in front of me. I lean forward and grab your waist, pulling you into me so that we are both facing forward. Sitting cheek to cheek, my chin on your shoulder. “Let’s bait the hooks and do a bit of fishing”. “Nonononononononno” you say. “I can’t stand to see the worms suffer.”



“Here sweety, I’ll help you.” “It will be as quick and painless as we can make it.”



I take out a worm, brown and wriggling and place it in your hand. My hands around your hands, guiding them into baiting the hook. Our bodies are so close together, our faces next to each other.



You cast your worm into the lake, and it falls with a plop. Bobber keeping the worm at just the right depth. I cast mine, just a few feet to the right of yours. Our bobbers, floating just feet apart. Our bodies snuggling together as the sun sets.



We occasionally reel in our lines and re-bait. I use every excuse I can think of to keep touching you – your hands as we bait the hook, your arms as you let me show you how to cast – though we both can tell you are a better caster than me. You let me feel like I’m teaching you something. And you still squeal a bit every time we put a worm on a hook. I can tell you really feel bad about it.



I kiss your cheek playfully each time we bait a hook – to hopefully make you feel a bit better. The last cast of the day and you turn at the last second and instead of kissing your cheek, our lips brush together.



Tingling, soft lips, I moan audibly. Then realize that I’ve moaned and awkwardly back away. “Um, sorry?” I tell you while blushing.



“Shaddap you fool, kiss me again”, you murmur.



I lean further into you, grabbing your waist and pull you in to me. Rubbing the side of your ribcage, eager to go higher, go further, to touch you. Oh god, my hand is right there below your breast, I can feel the top of it rubbing against my hand, soft, warm and inviting.



You break off the kiss, pushing me back a little.



“That was nice Thunder, but I’m getting a bit hungry. You say you are some kind of cook – so let’s see it…What’s on the menu for tonite?”



“Tonite my dear I made you something special! We have Juicy Lucy burgers, which is your basic ground chuck mixed with a generous amount of sharp cheddar cheese, then formed into patties, and the standard toppings of bacon, lettuce, tomato, sauteed mushrooms, ketchup, mustard, and a bit of sour cream on top to make it good. I’ll toast the buttered buns over the fire, then I’ll butter your buns…”



“What?”



“Oh nothing, we’ll then have a small greek salad with kalamata olives, feta cheese, lettuce, and artichoke hearts. And to finish we’ll have chocolate eclairs. To drink we have Smirnoff Cherry Lime and Apple Bite – but the Apple Bite is mine!”



The burgers sizzle over the fire, getting a hint of smoke. The buns toast, the salad is made, and I serve you my ingenious creation. It is soo good. Hot and juicy, smoky, and the juice runs down your chin and into your fingers. I watch you lick the juice from your fingers. You notice me watching you and you smile, and slow down your movements. Slow motion, letting your tongue dance on the end of your fingers. Licking every moist drop. Looking into my eyes as you perform this erotic tongue manuever. I can feel my pants getting tighter. The fire flickering in your eyes, and your tight sweater, showing every curve make me think things. Bad things. Dirty things. That’s the second time today you’ve made me want you so bad it hurts. Not sure if I’ll be able to stand a third time.



We drink and eat and talk about our dreams, hopes, desires, successes, and failures. We have a logical and fact based discussion of Ford vs Chevy. Chevy wins, and I realize you are much smarter than I am. Your arguments are flawless, and your conclusions, inescapable.



Smarter maybe, but not necessarily in control.



We eat our eclairs, across each other from the fire. You continue to use your tongue to arouse me, and amuse yourself. You can see my reaction to your tongue guided eclair cream extraction. My bulge rising. Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? You get a twinkle in your eye as you finish the last bit of luscious cream.



Grinning mischievously, “Thunder, that was sooooo goooood. How can I ever pay you back……?”



I tell you, “Come over here and I’ll show you….”



“Nononononon, you come over here”



“If I have to go over there, you are gonna be sooooorrrrrryyyyyyyyy”, I say in a singsong voice.



You get a little pissy, and tell me, “C’mon Thun, are you afraid?”



I say to myself, “bitch I ain’t afraid of nothing”, but keep it cool and stare you down as I walk over to you in the dark, by the fire.



Once there, next to you, close to you, I move in to you, but don’t touch you with my lips. My left hand strokes your hair, my right thumb on your cheek, fingers on the back of your head.



Quick as lightning, I grab your hair and pull your head back while at the same time grasping your throat with my right hand.



“I told you you’d be sorry…..”



I can see the fear in your eyes as you struggle to breathe. I can feel your heart beating in your throat. I squeeze tight, choking you. You grab my hand, desperate for air, trying to rip my hand away from your throat.



“You think you can tease me like that all night long and I’m just going to put up with it? You think that with your gorgeous face and cute smile, your luscious curves and tantalizing ass, that you were just going to come here to fish?”



“You are mine, and you are going to pay…”



I extract a dark purple leather choker from a hidden pocket. Almost black, and about 2 inches high. Studded with chrome loops. I Whip it around your neck and lock it with a small padlock. Tight on your neck. I can see you straining to gulp. You look like a bound princess. So elegant and haughty, but erotic and slavelike at the same time. Choking slightly from the tightness, but still defiant.



I can see the fear in your eyes, and yet there is something else too. A kind of lust or yearning. Wanting to feel more, but also afraid of things to come. A madness of contradictions. Alone, afraid and still eager for more.



I have matching cuffs for your wrists. Same everything, but smaller size. Ringlets clinking in the night. Chrome twinkling in the firelight. I lock them around your wrists, then lock them to each other, so your wrists are bound together.



You are not yet helpless, but you are about to be.



You hadn’t been inside the tent yet, and now you’re wishing you had thought to check it out in the daylight.



It’s a good sized tent – 8×10, and tall enough to stand up in. I push you inside and you gasp at the astounding array of sex toys and restraints mounted on the walls. You whimper softly as you look around.



This is no ordinary tent.



This is a mobile den of sin and debauchery. An homage to pain and suffering. This is my world. You are my subject. Beholden to my rules, my whims, my desires. You are now my possession



I deftly strap you to the ceiling hook, wrist and arms above your head.



I love your neck, so I twist your hair up so as to expose your neck. I use a scrunchy to keep your hair up and keep it exposed.



Though restrained, you are also fully clothed. My greatest desire throughout our time together has been to see you naked and restrained. You’ve noticed that I always seem to have at least one knife on hand at any time. This time is no different. I’ve chosen a beautiful knife to use on a beautiful girl. It’s a Kershaw rainbow chive, only 4 inch blade, but plenty of glimmering blade to do what I need. The blade and handle have both been finished with an almost iridescent finish of purple and green. I bring it up to your cheek, almost out of sight, and it opens with a quick click. The blade is so close to your eye. You are wide eyed and shaking with fear. I smile wickedly and draw the back of the blade down your cheek, down your neck, to where your sweater opens.



Slicing slowly down from your neck to your arm, the fabric making a ripping sound as I slice it off. Your bra strap is in the way and gets sliced too. Half your sweater falls away, exposing your shoulder, the top of your breast, your arm.



I can feel you tremble underneath the blade. Goosebumps rising as you feel the cold steel on your skin.



I slide the blade down the other side of your body, down your arm, more shivering, more goosebumps, more whimpering.



Your sweater falls to your waist, exposing only the tops of your breasts. Stupid fucking bra is keeping me from my pleasures. I slice it down the middle and it falls away, revealing the glory of your chest to me. Two soft white breasts. Such an amazing sight. I’m wholly absorbed with the vision of your heaving breasts in front of me. Real breasts, succulent grapefruit sized bits of heaven.



“What, what are you going to do to me Thunder? Please, I’ll be good…”



I snarl back, “Whatever the fuck I want you little bitch.”



How the fuck are you even talking, I think to myself. Where is my fucking ball gag?



I strap the ball into your sweet mouth. Puffy lipped sexiness. Fuucckkk. Now you can only muffle/whimper. It pleases me mightily.



Fuck yeah.



Hands over your head, boobs bouncing, ball gag in mouth. Your pants are still on however. I move in close to you, towering over you. Facing you, I reach down and unzip your pants, but slowly, so slowly. You can hear each zip disengage. Pants loose, but not off. I reach behind you and slide both hands down the seat of your pants, inside your soft cotton panties, and massage your sweet ass. Feels so good, so soft and warm.



I drop to my knees, kissing your belly on the way down, and use my hands to pull down your pants, while at the same time pulling you into my face, burying me in the heat of your loins. Pants off, you are naked and have your arms up so high. You are so exposed. My eyes dance slowly over every inch of your beauty. My god, you are so gorgeous, so beautiful, so very mine. I stroke down your arms, down your breasts, pausing to spend time squeezing them, pinching them. I want to see the look in your eyes as your tits sting, so I give each breast 3 slow stinging slaps. Slap, Slap, Slap. I see the sparkle in your eyes glow more brightly with every stinging blow. Red handprints on your breasts making them even more warm and inviting. Down your sides I graze my hands, sliding them down your ass, then slowly around to the front of your thigh.



I kneel in front of you and cross my arms to glide my fingernails up each of your inner thighs, all the while my mouth is breathing right onto your sweet clit.



Never touching your clit, though. Kissing around it, and sometimes you get a brief hint of pressure, but you want more, so much more. I move down your thigh, then back up, starting at your knees, and nibble my way up your thigh. My hands lifting your legs, bending them at the knee, spreading them apart to give me room to work. I nibble upwards, then back down, teasing you. I nibble at first, then bite, sharp quick bites, up one inner thigh, then down the other thigh, then back up again. Biting, teasing, licking.



Your soft kitty is so wet now, wet from your juices flowing, wet from my lips on you, sucking and biting your pussy lips. I’m so fucking hard right now. I can hear you moaning through your gag. Whimpering with pain and pleasure. I am a merciful Master and can see you need a release. I spread your pussy lips with my tongue. Long, slow strokes, starting at the bottom, licking circles around your sweet wet entrance, then sliding back up, finally ending at your clit. Kissing and licking it, sucking at it gently. You want me so bad. I slide a finger into you, running circles around the inside of your pussy, so wet, so hot. Then I bring it back out, slowly at first, then increasing speed with the increasing sound of you moaning. My tongue on your clit, licking phrases on it. You know the phrases I’m talking about… I’m licking, “Ffffuck me Thunder, please ffffffuck me, Master.” I know you love the feeling of “f” on your clit. I’m licking it over and over again on you, finger slamming into you. God you feel so good. I can tell that you want to cum so bad. Your hips pressing into my face, god I love how you taste. You can feel the pressure welling up inside you, and I can tell you are close, so I increase the speed and depth of my finger inside you, as well as pressing my tongue into you harder.



Your muffled primal scream turns me on so much as you orgasm, hips pressing, pussy throbbing, exploding, body sweating, Ugh Ugh Ugh. You moan, you whimper, you groan, your hands gripping hard, body straining. So fucking hot. Night turns to day, day into night, two lovers becoming one, each straining to get closer to each other. I move away from your sensitive clit, but still fucking you with my finger, feeling your body convulse as I press my head against your stomach. So soft, just feeling you move, touching you, is all I ever wanted, all I ever want.



Time slows as pleasure ripples through your body, I slow down on the finger fucking as I feel your body relax, and as you think you are done, I jam my fingers into you hard, all the way, pressing into you, and moving them around inside you. God I love watching you cum, making you cum, and feeling you cum.



You collapse, breathless, panting, breathing in and out, “Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck you Thun, Fuck me Thun, I want you inside me.”



Your moans are music to my ears, like a symphony of angels, it makes me feel like a fucking primal beast, like I’m Alpha as fuck, a man among men, a giant, unstoppable, fearless, a god.



My cock is dripping with precum, in eager anticipation of entering you.



I release your bonds and as you fall into my arms, and I’m once again struck by your beauty. I carry you over to the sleeping bags, and lay you gently down, still breathing heavily. I kneel by your head, so that my cock is in full view. You perk up at the sight of my dripping cock and take a quick slurp.



“Mmmmmm” you say, “so good.” Then a pause as you let it linger on your tongue before swallowing it down. “Please fuck me Thun, please fuck me Master…I’ll do anything you want…Anything…”



I raise my eyebrow at your last comment. “Anything?” I ask with a devilish tone. “Really? Anything?”



“Yes Master, anything. My body is yours to command.”



I pause for a moment as the myriad of commands and options race through my mind. So many commands, so many ways to give and get pleasure, so many ways to give and get pain. So little time, oh so little time. You know my imagination has no bounds, no restraints when I’m with you. Anything means… Any. Thing. Fuck I can think of a lot of things.



But what to choose for this time, our first time. Will there be a lifetime of memories, or just this one night. All I can think about is being inside you, facing you, kissing you, your lips on mine, pressing into you, watching you, tasting you, hearing you moan my name.



Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman is right here next to me, begging me to fuck her, daring me to teach her what pain and pleasure really mean.



Suddenly a wave of anger, frustration, fear, loathing, pain, hurt, and hate washes over me. I’m angry at our situation, I’m frustrated at our distance, I’m afraid of what might happen, I loathe the people who hurt you, it pains me to see you sad, it hurts when you are with him, and I hate to think that we might never meet, never touch.



So the only thing I have is this. You. Now. And I release all my pain thusly.



I straddle you and grab your wrists, holding you firmly to the ground, bitch, you are mine now. I kiss you hard, so fucking hard, as if it might be the last kiss ever. I pull one wrist closer to your head, so I can use your hair to pull your head back, so your neck is exposed. Your struggling makes it more difficult, so I bite your pouty lip hard, to keep you under control. I’m finally able to pull your goddamn head back and my lips slide down your neck, kissing you. I can feel you gulping, gasping, head turning to and fro, trying to escape. There is no escape. I bite down on your neck hard, first on one side, then the other. You love it and hate it at the same time. Fuck, draw blood, lick it up, salty, and metallic. I kiss you hard again, so you can taste your own blood. Fucking perv, you love it, sucking the blood off my tongue, driving you crazy. Hearing you moan, driving me crazy.

This story is the third in a series of stories in which a camp counselor in training, Brian, is seduced and lured into pleasing his older counselor Mark. Can be read on it’s own or as part of the series.. …as always, I appreciate feedback!



After the last two nights, the first in which Mark snuck bedside and jerked me into ecstasy and fed me my own cum, and then followed up the following night by thrusting his thumb deep inside me as I grinded out a load into my sheets, only to have to clean Mark’s fingers willingly–only after this could I be wondering what he meant when he asked me if I was ready to be head counselor.



Of course I had some ideas. But what followed, and how willing I was in going along with his plans, surprised and stirred me deeply.



The following day after Mark impaled me with his thumb, I again was mildly embarrassed to face him the next morning. And again, he managed to find me in the bathroom, shooing away the other campers for another meeting of counselors. This time, he didn’t ask me if I was okay. He just merely held the thumb that was deep inside me just hours ago, a few inches above my mouth, and I instinctively went to my tippy toes to suck on it.



“Oh, you are going to do just fine tonight,” he assured me, as I lunged higher to take more of his thumb in my mouth, all while he slid his hand under my boxers and clutched my growing cock.



“We’re both on overnight duty tonight, meet me at the head counselor’s cabin at 10.” With that, he gave a final squeeze to my cock and slowly removed his thumb from my mouth, wiping my saliva on both of my cheeks.



The head counselor, Bruce, was another one of my idols as a camper at this sleep-away camp. For ten years, he and Mark were the coolest counselors, the ones most looked up to by all boys in the camp. Certainly he couldn’t be in on Mark’s escapades. He was married, in his 50′s and two of his kids attended the camp. His wife was the head of girl’s camp.



When 10 rolled around, I knocked on the door and to my surprise, Bruce answered the door.



“Brian, good to see you! You must be waiting for Mark, he’s in the living room,” as he ushered me in. Mark was sipping on a beer on the couch, and patted the couch for me to sit next to him.



I complied and Bruce came in and sat on the other side of me.



My heart started pounding as I knew now that Bruce most definitely knew about what Mark and I was up to, and he clearly wanted in on the action, since I noticed his fly was down on his jeans and there was no underwear to be seen. Being sandwiched on the couch between two men much my senior had my head spinning.



Bruce started in by saying what a great counselor in training I was, according to Mark, doing pretty much everything above and beyond what was expected of me. I nervously thanked him and told him that they were both my idols when I was a camper so, it really meant a lot.



“So as a reward for your hard work, we thought we’d let you be the, uhh, head counselor for the night,” as he looked over to Mark.



“What Bruce is trying to tell you, Brian, is that Bruce and I really need to see if you can handle the job of being head counselor, and all that comes with it. So give us each one of your hands”



I gave Mark my right, and Bruce my left, and they both placed my hands in their laps, as I felt their respective bulges grow.



“How does that sound?” Bruce asked.



My head ready to explode, I felt like I was back on my job interview. “I think I can do a good job, but I just don’t have any experience.” I stammered.



“Well, that’s okay, that’s what this summer is all about.” Bruce reassured me, pressing his left hand down on top of my hand that was on his lap. I could feel his pubes and bare cock through his pee hole.



“So here’s how it works, we tell you what to do, and you do it. Got it?” Mark said in a more commanding voice.



“Absolutely.”



“So, I think it would be a good idea for you to take our cocks out and tell us what you want to do with them.”



“Well, I’m already rubbing them, which feels really good. What I’d like to do is take them out and take a closer look.” I knew at this point it was going to be a long night, a night of many firsts.



I got on the floor on my knees and began to take out first Bruce’s cock, and then Mark’s. Never having sucked a cock in my life, I now had two much older men sitting before me ready for my inexperienced mouth to please them. I knew what I had always wanted to do, and here was my opportunity.



“Before you get to live out your fantasy, Brian, there are just two things for you to do. See, we know you could be a good counselor in training for boy’s camp, but tonight we want to see if you’d be a good counselor training on girl’s camp too. On the table over there you’ll find some very wet, hot pink lipstick. You’ll also find a girls counselor in training uniform, panties and skirt. Go put them on.”



Now this was something I didn’t expect. I began to protest. “I don’t really think I need…”



“Brianna, as you are to be called for the remainder of the evening, you’ll do as we say, or you can explain to your mom why you’re home in early July instead of the end of August.”



With that, it became clear that I was no longer in charge of what was going on. There’s no way I wanted to get canned so early in the summer, and the uniform wasn’t too bad–a tight polo shirt and a gray pleated skirt.



I walked over, applied the lipstick looking in the mirror and they were some serious blowjob lips if I ever saw them.



On the chair, next to the skirt, was a pair of matching hot pink panties.



“Those too,” Bruce said.



I got totally changed and looked at myself in the mirror. The counselor looking back at me was most certainly in training, training to be a sissy.



“Pull your skirt down six inches and play with your pussy for us.”



I was super hard, leaking through the panties already.



“Oh look, his pussy is already dripping with excitement, Mark,” Bruce commented.



Blushing, I took my cock out and began to stroke it.



“Come back over hear sweetheart and get on your knees,” Bruce said.



I swished my hips over to him, as my skirt stopped me from taking full steps since it was pulled down somewhat.



I kneeled before him, and before I could begin to reach for his cock, he lifted my chin to face him. In his hand he had a brunette wig, with two pigtails, one on either side. “Now Brianna, you’ll look so much cuter with pig-tails, don’t you think?” and with that he placed the wig on, adjusting it just so. I sat there kneeling as he did this, and he leaned forward to affix the wig to my short buzz cut head. His cock brushed my lips as he leaned forward, and I seized the moment. I opened my mouth and closed my lips already three fourths the way down his shaft.



“Oh my, you sweet little angel whore, what do you know Mark? We have a good head counselor indeed.” He sat back on the couch and I scooted forward, keeping him in my mouth the whole time. I just started to instinctively bob my head like I’ve seen in so many porns, mostly bukkake flicks when the girl or guy gets to please as many cocks as possible, taking as many loads to the face and throat as possible.



I could tell Mark was getting restless, as he started to stroke his cock closer to my mouth. I stopped blowing Bruce and continued to pump his cock with my left hand and took Mark in my mouth for my very first time. It was heaven. My stomach lept with joy pleasing him with my mouth, my boyhood hero now using me as his man, or, well, girl counselor in training. It didn’t matter, I found my calling.



Before long, Bruce grabbed me by both pig tails and told me he was going to cum. I placed my lips on the tip of his cock and continued to stroke him as quickly as I could. I wanted his load, in my mouth, on my lips, and on my face. He started to lift his ass off the couch and he screamed with pleasure as he exploded all over me. Some in my mouth, lots on my face, and even some on my wig. Once he settled, he had me back on his cock, applying pressure to the back of my head so that I didn’t miss a thing.



“Holy shit, Mark, how do you sleep across from this little bitch of a cocksucker?”



“I don’t know, but I’m finally going to give her what she’s been cleaning off my hands for the past night. Only this time, you get it straight from the source. Isn’t that what you want sweetie?”



Blushing, I nod my head up and down.



Mark give me his thumb to blow, and I do, mimicking the movements I’ve been making on his cock. He reached over, grabbed the lipstick, removed his thumb, and applied a fresh coat to my lips. I looked up into his eyes as he did this, his masculine spell clearly cast on me. I was his and Bruce’s, and they knew it.



With a fresh coat of lipstick freshly applied, I went to town on Mark. Bobbing, sucking, jerking him to pure ecstasy, I wasn’t holding back at all. I wanted to please him, I wanted him to want me, I wanted his cum, badly. Bruce got back in the action holding the back of my head with each bob, telling me what a good girl CIT I was making.



And then it came–rope after rope of cum, as though he hadn’t come in months, unleashed all in my mouth. I swallowed, one, two, three, four, five mouthfuls, as he just kept screaming, “Yeah Brianna, I’m cumming sweetie, swallow me! Swallow me!!!” I didn’t let up until he went limp on the couch, spent from a mind-blowing orgasm. I let him go limp in my mouth, and then slowly lifted my head off of him. I went to stand up and when I did, realized I had cum with Mark. My pink panties were filled and dripping with cum. We all laughed as I realized what I had done.



“Now sweet heart, go change out of your clothes, but keep your panties on and report back to our bunk immediately.” Mark commanded.



I complied, and changed hurriedly. My shorts were already wet through the front from my cum soaked panties. Bruce and Mark both had me clean their cocks one last time, as they squeezed their cocks from the base, producing just enough for two more swallows. As I cleaned Mark, he told me that I had made head counselor. And once again, I was his favorite little camper deep inside…

Life has changed dramatically after moving in with Jamie. I find that I had traded the comfortable but boring life of a mild mannered housewife with a cold and occasionally abusive husband for an exciting life with an indomitable free spirit who pours his fiery passion for beauty into everything he does, whether he’s crafting a new beer, building a car, or making love.



We both work hard all week, but the weekends are for fun. Whether we are taste testing his latest brew with friends, out cruising with his latest toy, or curled up on the couch at home with a movie, there is always something fun going on. Sometimes we will jump on his Harley and just go …somewhere. There is an adventure somewhere down that open road, and we are going to find it.



It’s on one of those long, aimless bike rides that we find ourselves sitting on a blanket watching the sunset from the top of a grassy hill overlooking a small lake. It feels so romantic to sit there, snuggling close and sipping wine together with nobody around for miles.



As night falls and the full moon rises over the horizon, Jamie builds a warm campfire and comes back to sit on the blanket with me, watching the reflection of the moon upon the glassy water and the city lights beyond as the warm summer breeze carries the sweet smell of the fire to us. We lie back looking at the stars as the sound of frogs and crickets fills the air.



Jamie snuggles up next to me and whispers, “You know what they’re all looking for ….”



“What?”



“Let me show you.”



His gentle caresses make his intentions clear and I melt into his arms as the kisses we share become longer and deeper, touching tongues and sharing breath as we both begin to feel the rising passionate response from our bodies.



Jamie moves over me as his lips move over my face, softly kissing; and nibbling at my ear as the fingers of his free hand teasingly stroke my body, knowing just the right touch to turn me on. My breath grows short as he starts gently kissing and nibbling his way down my throat to my collar bone.



Once there, I can feel him opening a button – letting the cool night air kiss my warm skin before he covers the exposed skin with his kisses. As he continues to the next button, his fingers caress my breasts as he gently kisses each inch of exposed flesh. Reaching the last button, he opens my blouse and lays it out flat against the ground. Then he moves up to kiss me with all the passion we have shared, our tongues dancing together like the flicker of the fire, as I tightly embrace him, the cool night breeze caressing our skin as the fire struggles to match the heat of our passion



As we continue kissing, I slip one hand between us and begin to open his shirt – I want to be closer to him. To feel his chest against mine … with nothing between us, so I break the kiss long enough to sit up and turn my back to him so he can pull my shirt off me totally, then unhook my bra and slip it off. While I’m still sitting with my back to him I can feel him reach up and massage my neck and shoulders before reaching around to hold both my breasts, gently caressing the soft flesh.



I moan softly as he begins kissing the back of my neck, while his hands gently squeeze my nipples, twisting and rubbing them between his fingers. After enjoying the sensation for a few minutes, I shift around so I can finish removing his shirt too and lie back down with him. As he holds me tight, we kiss passionately, eagerly anticipating the pleasures yet to come. I moan a little louder as he glides his hand gently over my ribs, then moves down to caress my sensitive buns, knowing that his touch there will cause a very wet reaction.



I try to move even closer to him, pushing my pelvis close to his I can feel his hard length next to me even through my clothes. He continues the gentle stroking until I can’t stand the teasing any longer. I have to feel his hands on my bare backside, so I reach to slide down my slacks and panties and roll over in the same motion to give him full access to that most sensitive part of me.



I moan softly as I feel his fingers tantalizingly glide over my soft buns, feeling the warmth of his hand as it glides slowly down the back of my legs and back up to my firm behind. I raise up a little as he reaches between my thighs, giving him easy access to my moist opening; gasping for breath as his probing fingers slip deep inside.



When he finishes probing me with his fingers, he slides his hand up to stroke the back of my neck, then rolls over to replace his fingers with his lips. I gasp for breath as his mustache tickles the back of my neck while he plants gentle kisses and nibbles on my neck, his lips leaving a soft wet trail as he slowly works his way down my back to my soft buns, where his kisses cover every inch.



When the sensation becomes too much to bear, I roll over to hold him close and kiss him deeply. Looking deep into his eyes, “Jamie, the way you make love to me is unlike anything I have ever experienced … Erotic and exciting, yet gentle and loving; all at once.”



“Could it be that no one has ever made love to you the way I do, because no one has ever loved you the way I do?”



Our lips lock again, and while our tongues intertwine, my hands move to his belt. Two can play at this teasing game, and I’m about to get a little payback. When I get his belt free, I fumble loose the fasteners on his pants and slowly slide the zipper down — being sure to rub against his hard cock as I go. He lifts his hips so I can pull down his pants; and as I do that I lean over and lightly plant kisses on his cock through his shorts. As I pull his shorts down, I lean forward so I can kiss his hard length, letting my hard nipples rub teasingly on his thigh as I do so. I hold his cock in my hand, lightly wrapping my hand around it, then pumping up and down, two, three, four times — then licking the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock and licking up and down the shaft of his manhood. Reaching the top, I flick my tongue over the tip a few times before opening my mouth more and sucking his length partway in; swirling my tongue around his swollen head and sucking lightly as I cup his balls in one hand and gently stroke up and down the shaft with the other. I can hear him moaning in pleasure as I lick and suck, until he pulls away and pushes me onto my back.



I lie back holding his hard length in my hand – squeezing a little then sliding my hand up and down, then squeezing again; while I feel his fingers glide gently down and between my thighs massaging every part of me as our tongues intertwine in passion. I open my legs as wide as I can, loving the feel of his fingers sliding up and down the length of my opening, moving up to tease my clit then slipping deep inside, before moving back to my clit.



That direct sensation is more than I can stand. I am already so turned on that I come very quickly, moaning loudly and arching my back high as I feel my inner muscles contract around his probing fingers. I fall back against the blanket – gasping for breath and trembling with desire as I float down.



When I am able to move again, he rolls me over on my back and kisses me passionately as his hands begin roaming all over my body, teasingly stroking and squeezing my quivering flesh. I am now hypersensitive to the lightest of touch, so each touch causes a shudder deep within me as .



Shifting positions, he rolls over on top of me, cupping a breast in each hand, massaging them with his strong hands as he begins to gently suck and lick my rock hard nipples. I start to squirm and writhe in excitement beneath him as he begins gradually, teasing, working lower, kissing and nibbling as he goes — opening my legs wide in anticipation as he moves his head down between my thighs.



He moves his hands down and holds my lips open, giving him easy access to my most private parts, as he begins to lick along the length of my slit, then suck my clit into his mouth, holding it between his lips, as he gently flicks his tongue over the tip. His tongue ravishes me as he slips a couple fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my G-spot as he swirls his tongue around my swollen clit. Soon, I am humping against his mouth as I begin to come – shuddering over and over as I cry out in pleasure.



After giving me a few minutes to recover, he starts kissing his way back up my body, pausing to tease my sensitive nipples before moving up to share another deep, lingering kiss as I feel him slowly slide his hard cock into me. I want him so badly; and I writhe and moan beneath him thrusting my hips upward in an effort to hurry him inside. As I feel him begin to push deep inside, I wrap my legs around him and begin moving to meet him as he starts, thrusting hard and deep.



He takes it slowly at first, savoring the moment, then faster as the passion builds. As we move together, I begin to moan louder and uncontrollably, the sensations overtaking my body as the sweat begins to run from our flushed flesh.



As he mercilessly pounds me, I can hear from his breathing that he is close to coming and tighten my legs around him to pull him into me as deep as possible while squeezing my muscles down on his cock, letting know that I am ready for him to fill me with his love. With a final deep thrust, his cock explodes deep inside me, pumping stream after stream of his hot seed into me.



As I feel his cock jump and throb inside me, I go over the edge, myself. My back arches as an orgasmic bolt of lightning crashes through my body, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me as his body wilts breathlessly on top of mine. We collapse together, kissing passionately and holding each other tight as we recover, the fire trying in vain to match the warm glow of the passion we have just shared.



When the tremors subside and we can move again, Jamie he moves to lie down close beside me so we can snuggle close while we catch our breath. He pulls the blanket over us and we drift off to sleep, both of us completely exhausted and satisfied.

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The Camp Savior, and hotel Alex



This story could fall under so many categories. Group sex, Mature, First Time, Romance. I’m going with Group sex, although it’s more a series of one-on-ones then a full blown orgy. I hope you enjoy the second installment of The Last Boy Scout.



I’ve been holding on to this series for a while, and am releasing it in celebration of my 3000th favorite. Thank you all.




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The storm was in full force, rain and occasionally hail pelting the campground. I was warm and dry, but wondered if that would be true for everyone else, if the storm continued for long.



I lay back down, closing my eyes and concentrating on images of Julie doing what her sister had done, while wearing less clothing. Much less. Back to stroking my hardness. I needed relief, after the exquisite torture Lisa had subjected me to.



Maybe Lisa wouldn’t be against us. Hell, maybe she’d even play along. Sisters? How cool would that be? The image in my brain became the two of them, their mouths on my hardness, taking turns pleasuring me.



The storm was so loud and noisy, I didn’t hear her until she repeated herself. “Alex, can we come in please? Please?”



I retrieved my penlight and peered outside. Teri and Heather stood there, soaked to the bone. I grabbed my towels, and unzipped the entrance. “What happened?” I asked, passing the girls both my towels, one still slightly wet.



“Our tent collapsed. It’s filling with water.”



“Crap. Dry off, and I’ll get you something to wear, OK?”



I grabbed two of my t-shirts and held them out to my visitors. “Take everything off, and put these on.”



Teri took the shirts, shivering. She leaned over, whispering, “You’re naked Alex, and putting on quite a show.”



Whoops. My dick was still hard, and waving in the wind. I ducked back into my tent, searching for my boxers. A little more presentable, I moved the sleeping bag and unfolded the pad underneath, so it would cover more area. I found a garbage bag, and handed it out the door, into the darkness. “Here’s a bag. Put your wet stuff in it.”



“Can we have a flashlight?” Teri asked.



Damn. I was supposed to be the prepared outdoorsman. Here I was doing everything wrong. I passed her my penlight, and waited in the dark. A couple of minutes later Teri entered the tent. “We’re going to get dressed in here. We would just have gotten the shirts wet outside. Don’t look, OK?”



I laughed. The darkness was complete. “I wish I could, but it’s too damned dark.”



Heather spoke up for the first time. “Is it OK if I come in too, Alex?”



“Of course. Plenty of room.”



I heard the rustling, and the girls whispering. The light turned on, and they were standing by the entrance. “Where should we go?” Teri asked.



They were both shivering uncontrollably. The temperature outside must have dropped 20 degrees in the last hour. “Get in the sleeping bag before you freeze.”



She handed me the penlight, and I waited until they were in the bag before I went to the doorway. I checked on their wet clothing, moving the bag where it wouldn’t blow away or fill up with water, and hung up the towels inside the tent, so they could dry a bit. I zipped the entrance closed, keeping out any stray rain. The vestibule roof was snapping in the wind, but it was doing a decent job of keeping the water out. I flashed the light over the bag, and the girls were at each end, looking back at me nervously. I climbed in between them, reaching out for Teri. “You alright?” I felt her skin and she was chilled to the bone.



“Cold,” she admitted.



I pulled her closer, and she leaned into me, her body and legs icy. “You’re warm,” she said.



I looked over at Heather who was shivering silently. “Come over here and warm up,” I told her. She didn’t hesitate, moving in close. I wrapped my arm around her, and held them both, until the shivering stopped.



Teri rested her head on my chest. She giggled. “He’s like a furnace.”



Heather, nodded. “Thank God. I thought we were going to freeze to death.”



“I’m going to turn off the light now, save the batteries.” I twisted the top and tucked it into the pocket on the side of the tent behind my head. Heather lifted up while I did it, but snuggled into my side as soon as I was done. I’d never have predicted that, not from her, but she was wonderful to hold.



We were quiet while I held them, letting them warm up. The only sound was the beating of the rain on the tent, until the silence was broken by Heather’s sobs.



I gave her a squeeze. “Shh. Everything’s cool, Ok? You’re warm and safe now.” She hugged me tightly, burying her face into my chest.



Teri ran her hand down my chest. “I feel like an idiot. I’m so sorry that I didn’t believe you about who you’d slept with. I should have trusted you. Should have known better.”



I felt Heather tense up next to me. I rubbed my hand over her back. “Relax, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it.” I said to her.



“What did you tell her?” Heather asked eventually, hesitantly.



“The truth. As much as I wish otherwise, nothing happened between us that summer.”



“It was an accident,” she said, and I felt her trembling again.



“It’s OK. Really.” I held her tight, still rubbing her back briskly, trying to get her warm.



“No it’s not. I shouldn’t have said it. I was telling someone about my summer wildness, and when they asked who it was, I was too embarrassed to say it was my cousins. You were the first person who came to mind, since you were there. I’m sorry, Alex.”



“Your cousins? As in plural? Cousins?” Teri asked.



“Don’t tease her Teri. We’ve all done things we’d rather not see the light of day.”



Heather sighed. “No kidding. What a screw up.”



“All’s forgiven,” I told her. “Water under the bridge.”



Teri giggled, and I felt her lips pressed against my chest. “How many girls do you think he’s been with, Heather?”



“Teri,” I warned, smacking her rear loud enough to hear it. “What happened to keeping our talk secret?”



“Sorry,” she said, leaning into me and throwing her leg over mine. I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss which she returned nicely.



“Eight? Ten?” Heather asked, curiosity getting the better of her.



“You can tell her, Alex. It’s just us. You won’t tell, right Heather?”



“Hell no. I owe him big time. First for not calling me out when I lied about us, and now for saving my freezing butt.” She gave me a squeeze, tucking her head into my neck. “I promise, Alex. I’ll be good.”



“Alex?” Teri pleaded, her hand moving across my stomach, her leg moving back and forth across mine. Heather wasn’t behaving any better, her leg draped over mine as well.



I surrendered. “You can tell her.”



“Three,” Teri said quickly.



“Three? Angela, Maria and who else?”



I chuckled. “Since when is my love life so important?”



“Since you only date older girls, leaving your classmates wanting,” Teri quipped. “What’s with that anyway? Aren’t we good enough for you?”



I gave her a kiss. I kind of liked all this kissing in the dark. I missed the lips as often as not, but a little seeking around did the job. “Haven’t you learned anything tonight? You’ve always been more than good enough for me.”



Heather snuggled in closer. If that was possible. My hand was stroking her back, all the way down to her back side. I pulled the back of her shirt up a bit, feeling her smooth skin underneath. I was hard as a rock. I knew they were bound to notice soon.



“Who else?” Heather asked again.



“Kaitlyn Thomas,” Teri said. She was kissing my neck and I was having a hard time keeping it together.



“Wow. Not Denise?”



“Nope, another liar,” she said with a fair amount of animosity. “Like Erin. And Naomi.”



Heather got quiet. “I said I was sorry.”



“No more sorries, OK? Denise never had a chance anyway. I don’t mind you saying we were together. Believe me, given half-a-chance, it would have been true.”



I felt her moving against me, her hand wandering down my body. “For real?”



I reached over, felt for her face, and brought my lips to hers. “Of course. You’re pretty amazing, when you’re not pretending to be pissed at me for dumping you.”



Teri giggled. “Would she make your list?”



“Solid top 5 last year,” I admitted. “One of two from our class.”



“List?” Heather asked.



I jumped a bit when I felt a hand settle over my cock. It took me a couple of seconds to realize it was Teri. I stifled a moan, feeling her grip me.



“His favorite girls. The girls he’d date if he could.”



“Shit. And I kicked myself off your list, huh?”



“Temporarily.” I kissed her again, a little longer. “I think if everything was cool between us, you’d be back in the running.”



She giggled. “Don’t make me grovel, Alex. As of now, you’re my hero.” She pressed her lips to my ear, barely whispering. “Let me show you.”



Teri’s hand left my cock, and reached for my head, turning me toward her for a kiss. Things got quiet after that, and I spent several minutes alternating between kissing the cuties lying with me. It was getting more intense, each of the girls practically crawling on me when it was their turn. Hands were moving all over me, commonly landing on my cock, giving me soft squeezes and light strokes.



The extra large t-shirts didn’t offer a lot of protection. The girls were practically swimming in them. I had access to both of their bare asses under the bottom of their borrowed tees. Quite nice asses, if still a bit cool to the touch. I was bad, pulling up their shirts higher, sliding my hand inside, fondling their soft breasts. I was in heaven



Heather was lying fully on top of me, my cock trapped between her closed legs, my hand cupping her butt cheek, while we quietly kissed and learned about each other. A guy could get used to this.



“Alex!” I heard Lisa shout from the entrance.



Heather slid off of me, and I scrambled out of the sleeping bag, grabbing for my light.



I heard Teri whisper “Shit,” making me smile.



The rain had not let up a bit. I opened the doorway and flashed the light around to find Lisa and Julie standing there, thoroughly waterlogged. The water was pouring off of them.



“A stream filled our tent!” Lisa sobbed.



They looked even worse off than my first two guests. I passed her the penlight, and the wetter of the two towels. “Strip down, dry off, and then come in. I’ll get you something to wear.” I stumbled over the girls in the bag, moving to the back of the tent, searching through my stuff. I had one shirt left, and the one I had been wearing which was still wet. The one drying outside couldn’t be in good shape. “Crap.”



“What?” Teri asked.



“I’m out of shirts. I only have one left.”



I felt her moving then she was pressing her shirt into my hand. “I’m warm enough. You can use mine.”



“Thanks baby. Mine from today will be drier by morning. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”



“I know.”



I moved toward the entrance, and had a short glimpse of the naked sisters before they turned off the light and entered the tent. I reached forward and felt a leg. “Here’s a couple of shirts. Put ‘em on.” I was kneeling in front of them, grabbed the nearest towel, and dried the legs in front of me. “Sit down here, and let me get your feet,” I told her.



The girls struggled into their shirts. “Decent?” I asked.



“Ye-e-e-s,” I heard Lisa manage through chattering teeth.



“Give me the light.”



She found my hand and pressed the penlight into it. I turned on the light, illuminating the sleeping bag. Heather and Teri were looking back at us.



Lisa almost leaped out of the tent. “You’re not alone?”



“No, their tent collapsed half-an-hour ago.”



She just stood there shaking.



“Jesus, Lisa. Take a seat so I can dry your feet. You too Julie, sit down.”



Both girls sat down on the sleeping bag. Lisa’s legs were trembling badly. I held them in my lap and dried her calves and feet as well as I could. “In the bag with you.” I scooted over to Julie and pulled her legs into my lap. The angle of the penlight on the sleeping bag was pointed toward her, and when I looked up, I had a breathtaking view between her legs. If she had any hair there, it was so blonde and fine as to be almost invisible. I dried between her toes, then moved to the second leg. She bent the leg I’d finished with, moving it out of the way, spreading her legs open. Pretty pink slice screaming out to me for attention. Jesus, I was blessed.



“Done, get in there and warm-up, Angel.”



Julie crawled into the bag, and I got a brief view of her bare ass pointed my way before she struggled into the middle of the bag. I looked for my blanket, sitting near the entrance. It was still dry, and 100% wool; it would keep me warm even if it got wet. I wrapped it around my shoulders, sitting by the entrance.



“What are you doing?” Teri asked.



“I’ll be fine. You guys warm up and get some sleep.”



“No way. There’s plenty of room in here for all of us.”



I smiled. “No there’s not. It’s a two man bag. Four people is already pushing it.”



The sisters were huddled together in the middle, shivering.



Heather apparently was on Teri’s side. “Try. Besides, they’ll still freeze to death without our ‘furnace’ in here.”



I watched Teri and Heather move to the very outside edges of the bag, and then they were pulling the girls apart, snuggling up to them. “See?” Teri said.



I moved to the middle, and with a little effort I was able to wiggle my way in. I pulled each of the sisters close, Lisa on Teri’s side, and Julie with Heather toward the front of the tent. They clung to me, their bodies shaking all over, teeth still chattering. Within moments they were sandwiched between our warm bodies, and starting to warm up.



Julie was the first to speak. “Everything was fine. It was cold, and the rain was loud, but the tent was holding up. Then all of a sudden it filled up with water, at least three or four inches deep. Everything got soaked.”



Bad location. I’d tried to warn most of them. No need rubbing it in. “You’re safe now. This tent isn’t going anywhere, and we’re high enough that we shouldn’t get any runoff.”



I was keenly aware of Teri’s bare breasts pressed against the arm I was holding Lisa with.



Lisa finally spoke. “He is a furnace, isn’t he?”



Heather giggled. “Told you so.”



Both of the sisters were leaning over me, clinging to me for warmth. “Lights going out, OK?”



“OK,” Lisa answered, while Julie nodded.



I held them in the dark, my mind going nuts with the crazy situation. Eventually the shivering stopped. “Feeling a little better?” I asked Julie.



She kissed my neck. “A lot better.”



Lisa squeezed me tight. “Me too, thanks.”



“How was it out there?”



“A couple of tents down, but I think there were people still in them. One other tent was full of water, but empty. I don’t know where they went.” Lisa explained.



I heard the zipper on the end of the sleeping bag. “What are you doing, Heather?”



“I’m going to open the side, and use your blanket doubled up on the end to give us a little more room.”



“Make sure you tuck lots of it under the sleeping bag, or you’ll be freezing in a while.” It wasn’t a bad idea. At the moment we were cocooned, with barely room to breathe.



“Alright.” I heard her moving around, and my arm was no longer trapped against Julie’s back. I stroked her softly, and hugged her close. She moved up to kiss me, and I let my hand caress her hip while she did. When I turned toward Lisa, I found her face next to mine, bumping our heads with a giggle before kissing her as well. She climbed on top of me, letting Teri scoot in closer, and freeing up my hand to do a little wandering of its own.



“See,” she whispered. “Plenty of room.”



We kissed long and deep, and I felt her hips grinding against my hardness. I loved the feel of her, and could smell a hint of her shampoo in her hair. She was an aggressive kisser, but I wasn’t complaining.



“Share, sissy,” Julie whispered plaintively.



With a sigh, she started sliding off of me, and I scooted toward Julie, before she took over her sister’s place. I straightened her out on me, and was very aware of her legs opening, and my hard cock pressing against her. Fucking incredible. A few minutes of kissing and bare bottom fondling later, I was a little surprised to hear Teri whisper, “Share?”



Julie gave me a last deep kiss, nibbling on my lip, and moved off of me. Teri climbed over Lisa and on top of me.



“Are you naked?” Lisa whispered.



I thought it was funny everyone was whispering. The storm was still pounding outside, the rain was like drumsticks against the skin of tent.



“He ran out of shirts. I gave you guys mine, so you could warm up.”



No more talk after that. Just more delightful kissing, touching and rubbing. Her bare skin encouraged me to reach for her soft tits, feeling her hard little nipples. Teri’s nipples. It was a long time fantasy of mine, and I was wallowing in it.



“OK,” she mumbled, and I realized someone must have tapped her or something to get her to move. She slid down between Lisa and me, and then Heather was mounting me, dressed only in her birthday suit.



I didn’t say anything, accepting her generous offer.



It was amazing, total silence in the pitch black darkness and girls moving on top of me switching off every couple of minutes. Soft flesh pressing against me. Pillowy tits mashed against my body. Full ass cheeks bared to my touch. It was difficult to keep track of who was who, even more so when they started switching sides. I don’t know how long it went on, before I realized they were all naked. Not a shred of clothing anywhere. I felt hands at my waist, pushing my boxers down. It came from my right side, but I had no inkling of who it was. My hands were getting braver, naughtier, exploring between their legs, feeling warm moistness in contrast to their cool skin.



The movement was often awkward, knees, elbows and hips bumping against each other, heads butting together, toe nails scraping. I heard the occasional whisper, but never directed to me. I felt they were scheming, but under the decadent avalanche of teen flesh, who was I to complain?



During the movement, hands would frequently grasp for my cock, tugging on it, stroking me, squeezing. Fucking incredible.



Whoever was on top of me opened her legs and reached for my cock. “Who…” I started to ask, and I was hushed from all sides. Soft lips closed over mine from the side, efficiently quieting me. I felt myself entering a tight warmth and I groaned.



She settled over me with exquisite slowness. My arms were pinned down by the young angels parked on each side of me, their taut bodies immobilizing me. The girl kissing me slowed down, her mouth barely covering mine. I could feel her lips turn back in a smile, as I gasped, my cock completely enveloped in velvety moist sweetness.



I was balls deep in one of these amazing girls. She rose up to the very limit, and I felt naughty questing fingers searching out where we were joined, a curious fingernail stroking my length in advance of that fantastic feeling pussy descending over me with torturous slowness. Another mouth moved over mine, and I groaned at the sensory overload while two tongues, side by side, explored my mouth.



The girls kissing me pulled back, and the new love of my life gave my cock one long stroke inside of her before lowering herself to my body and delivering a sweet kiss which I welcomed. The teasing hands were still roaming around our lower connection, adding an unimaginably magical sensation to this perfect moment.



My new lover settled into an exquisite rhythm, riding my full length with a slow inexorable motion. She eased back and forth for only a minute or so, and moved off before it got to be too much. When she pulled off of me I wanted to cry. It was a good thing my arms were trapped beneath the girls at my side, or I would have grabbed her and pulled her back onto my cock until I achieved my desperately needed release.

My next companion wasn’t as prone to surrender everything, content to grind against me, her body writhing against mine. My hands were freed, allowing me to fondle her to my heart’s content, and I breathed a sigh of relief, my need to come momentarily ameliorated. She gave me a last long kiss and moved away.



Another body eased onto me, and I groaned in feverish anticipation when her legs embraced me, an invisible hand holding my cock steady, poised to enter another teen hottie. My hands moved up to her thighs, but they were pulled back to the sides and encouraged to take up residence between the thighs of my soft bookends. Sliding my fingers inside of my special friends, my cock slowly penetrated another tight young pussy, teasing hands still joining that molten slot on my cock.



The cloud of sexual ecstasy faded from my brain long enough for me to wonder who was fucking me. Two girls now. My guess was Heather and Lisa were the suddenly generous ones. Teri I knew was saving it, and I suspected Julie was still a virgin. This girl knew what she was doing, her upper body remaining pretty still while her hips gave me a hell of a working over, slamming down onto my stiffness over and over again. She rose up on her hands, and the girl to my left moved in for a hot as hell kiss.



I pulled away. “Stop,” I moaned softly.



All I got was a chorus of hushes. Abruptly I was unsheathed and my silent rider was inside the bag, her mouth finishing me off. The feel of her tongue bathing me was beyond description, the current situation only making it more intense. I moaned, as I filled her anonymous mouth, exploding harder than I ever had in my life, cumming continuously.



“God! Oh, God, oh GOD!” was my groaned prayer of thanks.



I finished in that incredible mysterious mouth, my heart hammering in my chest, barely able to breathe. I was treated to lots of attention from the girls on each side of me, while that warm wondrous mouth restored me to hardness. It didn’t take long, with the thought of getting inside one of those tight little pussies again. Sweet Jesus, I was getting fucked by the school’s hottest girls! I wanted this perfect storm to never end.



I felt my dear cock tender move away, and the body on my left moved on top of me. It was strange. I was thinking less of them as individuals, and more as soft tender bodies, delivered to me for my pleasure. Another kisser, she closed her legs holding me tight, while I thrust up between them. One of my more intimate girls replaced her, sliding onto me easily. I was tired of being passive. I tore my hands free, reached for her hips, raising her up, and started thrusting into her, looking for a rhythm I could sustain. She lowered her chest to mine, soft tits pressed against my chest, tilted her hips upward and I found the feeling I was looking for. I started hammering away forcefully, firm ass gripped tightly in my hands while I pounded upward. They had driven the action so far, but I was starting to take over, holding this girl’s hips high as I fucked her into submission.



I probably could have worked out who was who, but it was certainly more fun and exciting this way. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.



Her moans accelerated, and I felt her tremble. “Come for me,” I whispered into her ear, straining at the intense pace. She gasped, “Oh, God!” and dug her fingernails into my skin, coming hard. I held her firmly, long stroking her while she caught her breath. More hands joined mine, caressing her, touching her softly.



When she moved away I eagerly drew my next girl on top of me. She spread her legs for me, and I was determined to make my other lover come like the last. Let the two virtuous girls see what it was like. I felt her hand guiding me home. I was going to fuck her senseless.



Lips were pressed against my ear from the side. “Gentle,” she breathed softly. “Please.”



Gentle? Oh God. Was it possible?



I felt the girl move slowly, awkwardly, my cock turning to granite at the possible prospect of being her first. She whimpered softly, then I felt the tip enter her. She stopped, laying against my chest for a few moments, and I caressed her, gently, warmly. She rose up and pushed down slowly. I felt the pressure increase, her tightness impenetrable. I held her smooth, tight ass cheeks in my hands and with a hard thrust on my end, I was abruptly inside of her. She cried out softly, her hands gripping me tightly, nails piercing my flesh, an echo of my own piercing. I was achingly aware of everything about her, the moment so clarifying, unimaginably intense. I immediately discerned it was young Julie skewered on my cock, much smaller than the others, her head didn’t even reach my chin when I was fully buried inside of her. The large soft tits pressed against my skin only confirmed my guess.



I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, my hands softly stroking her back. She started moving on me, and I slid in and out of her, short, gentle strokes, not probing her too deeply, yet still wringing breathy moans and whimpers out of her. I reached down and held her perfect little butt in my hands while I used more of my length on her. She trembled, letting me fuck her tenderly before she pushed back against me, stopping me. She inched forward, pulling off my cock and kissed me heatedly. I held her carefully, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her as warmly as possible, doing my best to let her know how much I appreciated her gift.



I felt a hand around my cock after she got off, a cloth wiping me down, before my next rider climbed aboard. I alternated fucking Lisa and Heather, and groping Teri, for several more rides, each of them getting a little wilder and more intense. The sleeping bag was shifting downward, the cool air on our skin, making their pert little nipples harden under my touch. The time spent actually fucking was growing longer, sweeter, allowing me more time to enjoy each girl. The pauses between the girls, and the interludes with Teri allowed me to extend my stamina, taking the edge off.



The rain was starting to abate a bit, steady, but not the torrent of earlier. Things were quieter, and the air warmed from the proximity of our bodies, and our energetic calisthenics. The room was growing almost comfortable.



When Julie finally took her turn again, I knew instantly it was her. The young sexpot settled onto my cock, slow and careful, tenderly taking me home. I tried to be gentle with her, unlike my performances with Lisa and Heather, who I speared with great abandon. I enjoyed the sweet ride, calming a little after my last aggressive pounding. Julie started moving with me, responding, her movements more accommodating and less enduring. I swear at one point she purred for me. She was exciting me to no end, and it was only with the greatest effort that I didn’t take her more forcefully. I loved her gently, easily, until she was comfortable with me, momentarily sated, and drew away, with a lingering kiss.



Our tent was becoming a haven of mind-numbing sexuality. I was getting a little crazy, playing with mysterious tits, screwing anonymous pussies, fondling perfect tight bodies, and kissing generous lips. I didn’t ask permission, or even check their preferences. I did what I wanted with whatever I could get my hands on. And I loved it.



After Julie, my next rider sat upright and fucked me hard, riding me like she was born to it. A natural cowgirl. I reached up and gripped her tits, playing with them, teasing her nipples, all in the pitch black, all by feel. Another epiphany. Big tits. Lisa was riding me like she was born to it. Working in the dark so much seemed to heighten my sensations, particularly touch. It was too much, and I had to warn her. “I’m close,” I moaned softly.



Whoever was beside me moved downward, and as soon as my cowgirl dismounted, a mouth settled over me, working devotedly, taking only a minute or so to drain me again. I groaned when I felt another mouth join hers, and the two of them proceeded diligently to restore the iron to my rod, and keep the games going. While they did their part my face was enveloped in 2 sets of full, amazing, absolutely glorious tits.



Only two girls I knew had tits like these. The fabulous Samuelson sisters. Big, full and soft, and remarkably similar. And now I knew they were topped with the sweetest, firmest, tastiest nipples which responded to my attention in the most amazing way. I was struck with the thought that with the fabulous sisters up here, virgin Teri was one of those working on me down below. She might be saving ‘it’ for marriage, but she clearly wasn’t saving everything. I’d have to thank her.



That little interlude gave me a chance to sort everything out, whether I wanted to or not. Lisa on my left feeding her nipple into my mouth, newly deflowered Julie on my right clinging to me as if her life depended on it. On my left, below, was my sweet rider, Heather, who could fuck like a minx. I think I owed her cousins a debt of gratitude. Meaning the sweet mouth going down on me was none other than my darling Teri.



As fun as the mystery play had been, knowing who was who, plus the knowledge it was the puritan Teri whose mouth was caring for me so delightfully, had the steel surging into my shaft. Ready for Act III.



What I wasn’t ready for was the sisters moving apart so that Teri could claim top spot. The sleeping bag had been pushed down to my knees and she was straddling my hips, hers raised to grant me that most intimate access.



I couldn’t stay quiet. “Are you sure?”



Lisa pressed her sweet lips to mine. “Shh.”



Julie breathed into my ear, “It has to be you, Alex.”



I found myself trembling in anticipation. I’d fantasize about having Teri more than anyone ever. Not because I found her so much more desirable than any of the other girls, but because I’d wanted her for so long, since I first got an erection. One of my longest running fantasies finally on the verge of coming true.



Suddenly I hated being in the dark. I wanted to see this. I wanted to see her pretty naked body settling over my cock. I desperately wanted to watch Teri’s cute little tits bouncing with wild abandon while she fucked me into sweet oblivion.



I could feel Teri moving over my cock. It was pressed against my belly, while her moist pussy slid back and forth over it. Her hands pressed down against my chest, and she lifted up, ready for me.



A flashlight beam played across the inside of the tent, illuminating Teri in her resplendent nudity, poised above me, if only briefly.



“Alex? I need your help.”



The sound of Miss Shannon’s voice had the girls scrambling under the covers, and I was run over by sweet soft flesh in their mad scurry. “I’m coming,” I announced loudly, grabbing for the penlight.



“I’m turning on the flashlight,” I announced quietly, and with its narrow beam I searched through my clothes pile for shorts to wear. It took a few more moments to slip them on, and I barely made it before the zippered front opened and Miss Shannon poked her head in.



“Are you decent?” she asked.



I scrambled for the entrance, heedless of the squirming bodies underneath me. At the last moment I leaned over to Lisa, closest to the door, and gave her the penlight.



Miss Shannon shined her light in, running it over me. “Are you alright, Alex?”



“I’m fine,” I assured her, moving forward until she backed out. I climbed out after her. There was enough light for me to see she was soaked. “How are you? You look pretty miserable.”



She gave me a tired smile. “It’s been a rough night.”



“What can I do?” I asked.



“First, you can tell me what’s going on in that tent.”



“Nothing’s going on.” Which was technically true, now that I had left. “But it’s pretty full. Teri and Heather came first, when their tent collapsed. Then an hour or so ago, Lisa and Julie showed up when theirs flooded. Soaked to the skin and chilled to the bone.”



“I thought I saw a lot of bare flesh in there,” she said with a raised eyebrow.



I pointed out the plastic bag. “Their wet clothes. I gave them the three dry shirts I had, but I was one short. Teri’s wearing nothing but my boxers. But she’s as pure as can be, and besides, I’ve known her since we were kids, and seen her naked more than once. Anyway, she has the least to cover up on top. She seemed the safest bet.”



“I guess that’s why you’re barely dressed,” she observed, looking me over.



“And getting cold out here. What can I do for you?”



“The camp’s a mess. Half the tents are down and flooded. I was hoping we could put some people in here but it looks like you’re nearly full up. Can you help us put together some kind of shelter?”



The rain was still falling, but the front had clearly passed. Hard to tell how much longer it would come down. The wind was almost non-existent, and I hadn’t heard thunder in hours. “I figure we can do something half-decent now that the wind has died down.”



“How can I help?” she asked.



“How’s your tent doing?”



“Not so good. I wasn’t high enough to avoid the flooding either.”



I took the flashlight from her and she gave it up readily. I ran it over her, and saw my first guess was right. She was soaked, chilled, and half dead on her feet. “Get dried off and warmed up before you catch pneumonia. I’m going to find John and set up a shelter and fire for anybody who needs it. You get inside with the others, before you pass out.”



“I can’t do that,” she said. “I’m responsible for everyone.”



“Where’s Dr. Reed?”



She looked like she wanted to spit. “More useless than tits on a bull. He’s still in his tent, won’t let anybody in. I’m not so certain he’s alone, either.”



“Ellen?”



“That would be my guess. Stupid asshole.”



I moved forward, and took her in my arms, holding her. “You’re freezing Shannon. I’ll take care of things from here. Dry off, warm up, and try to get a little sleep. I’ll let you know when things are taken care of.”



“You sure about this?”



“Positive.” I moved over to the tent entrance. “Miss Shannon’s coming in. Find her a pair of my boxers, and Heather, you let her wear your shirt.”



I turned back to her. “I’m going to borrow your flashlight, if you don’t mind. Take off those wet things and dry off the best you can out here. There’s a towel by the door you can finish the job with once you get inside. If you’re shy, they’ll turn off the flashlight until you’re clothed.”



She nodded. “Why have Heather give me her shirt?”



I chuckled. “Truth be told, if I were to come back later and see either you or one of those sisters topless, I’m not sure I could be responsible for my actions. Heather? Heather and I have issues.”



She chuckled. “You are one cocky little son of a bitch, aren’t you?”



I took her in my arms again. “Go on. You’ve earned it.” I took the biggest chance I had in my short life, and raised her chin, giving her a soft lingering kiss on her lips. “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my favorite teacher, Shannon. Let me take care of this for you.”



She pulled me down and kissed me back, brief but firm. “Thanks, Alex. I knew I could count on you.”



I gave her a squeeze. “Always.”



The air was cool, but not horribly so. Walking around shirtless wasn’t that bad. A hat kept the water out of my eyes as I surveyed the camp devastation. It was ruined. “John, you out here?” I called out.



I heard him answer from over by the meal area. “Alex, that you?”



“Yeah.” I wandered his way, and saw a pretty miserable looking crowd huddled under the table, a tarp above them, trying to stay warm. It was a mixed crowd, and John was holding Dominique in his arms. Lucky bastard. It might prove hard to get him out of there.



“You look like shit,” he observed, grinning.



“Feel like it, too. I need your help, we gotta do better than this,” I nodded toward his makeshift setup.



“Why’s it always gotta be my help?” he griped, with a nod toward the lovely Dominique huddled in his arms.



“‘Cause I hate you, especially right now.”



He grinned, leaned down and gave Dominique a kiss on the cheek. He peeled off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He climbed out from underneath his haven, peeling off this shirt. Fucker had pecs like slabs of concrete and some serious abs. “I love you too. You say the sweetest things.”



“Let’s go, Dickweed.”



He laughed, following me back to my area. “That’s Mr. Big Dickweed to you.”



When we’d put a little distance between ourselves and the meal area, I had to bust his chops. “Dominique? Really? How the fuck does a limp-dick cocksucker like you rate someone like that?”



“Ill wind that blows no good. She was in need, and I was there. Jealous much?”



I didn’t mention what was in my tent at that moment, or what we’d been up to. “Hell yeah. Jealous as shit. God, for a moment there I had a suicidal urge to jump in and fight you for her. You think it’ll stick?”



“You gonna interfere?” he asked cautiously. He was well aware of my interest in her. At least before tonight.



“With you? No. Any other fuckwad around here, I’d have to kick their ass just to make a point.”



He laughed, bumping up against me as we got to my tent area. “You know I didn’t intend anything right? It just happened, and how the hell was I going to turn away an opportunity like that?”



“You’d be an idiot if you did. And I know you’re no idiot, all kidding aside. I really would have had to kick your ass if you fumbled an opportunity like that one. I hope it outlasts the weekend.”



“Thanks. Anyway, seemed you were doing pretty well with the big titty blonde sisters.”



“Yeah. No complaints.” I wondered if they could hear us, we were only twenty or so feet from the tent, but I knew the rain on the tent made it almost impossible to hear anything outside. Hell, I couldn’t hear someone yelling from the entrance.



“I want to set up this fly for a shelter. I’ve got another tarp I can put underneath. Build up the fire in front of it and add to the back wall to reflect the heat in. It should be able to hold most of the homeless.”



“Sounds like a plan.”



Easier said than done. The ropes were still in place from earlier, but I wanted to stake it down better, build up some sides, enhance the fire pit, and do it all quickly. With the roof in place, I sent him to get more wood from the stack near the central fire, the bottom of which was now under water. While he was away, I returned to my tent.



“It’s me,” I said softly in case anybody was sleeping. “Anyone up?”



“Just a sec,” Teri replied, showing up in the doorway.



“How’s it going?”



“Good. Everyone’s napping. For some reason most of us are kind of tired.”



I leaned forward, kissing her lips. “I hated leaving when I did. You have no idea how much I hated it,” I told her in hushed tones.



She grinned, opening up the fly enough that I could see she was still naked. “I have a fair idea.”



“God, you’re killing me.”



“Did you come here to ogle me?”



I looked her over, imagining that sweet little body of hers underneath me. Or on top of me. Maybe both.



“Alex?”



I looked up to her face. She was smirking. “You are bad.”



“I know. In the bottom of my backpack are some plastic tarps. Can you get them for me? And the cord of rope with them.”



“Sure.” I held my flashlight on her as she turned away, watching her pretty little butt, and that glorious space between her legs. Shit, that was almost mine.



She returned a minute or so later. “Here. Anything else?”



“No, I’ll be back a little later. Still have a ton to do.”



“You know you have a near naked teacher in your sleeping bag. She wouldn’t take Heather’s shirt.”



“Fuck. Why would you do that to me?”



She giggled. “I bet you’ll get back here quicker.”



“Hardly. Nothing could get me over here faster than knowing you’re waiting, dressed like this.”



She gave me a quirky little smile. “You know, I would have called bullshit normally, but I’m changing my ways. I’m going to try to trust you more, and believe it when you say nice things, no matter how improbable.”

I gave her a soft kiss. “Six years of being around you. It’s a miracle I ever go soft.”



She reached out and gave me a push. “I’m trying, Buddy. I’m really trying. So cut the hyperbole, finish up and come back to me.”



I returned to the work-site with my cock straining my shorts.



I’d guess it took the better part of an hour before we had the shelter ready for its new guests. While John took care of getting them relocated without getting too wet, I stopped by Dr. Reed’s tent. It was set back from most of the others, but in direct view of our new setup. Which could cause some trouble.



I knelt in front of the tent. It looked like it had held up well. I gave it a firm shake. “Dr. Reed. You up?”



He sounded logy when he responded a moment later. “Who is it?”



“It’s Alex. Alex Hamilton. I don’t want to interfere, but I thought you should know. In a few minutes about 10 people are going to be setting up shelter not 20 feet from here. From that moment on, you’re not going to have a bit of privacy. If there’s anyone with you, now would be a good time to fix that, while nobody’s the wiser.”



“What are you intimating?”



“I’m not intimating anything. With all the wind and rain, we’re all taking shelter where we can. There’s five people in my tent right now. If I had been near your tent, I would have made for it. But appearances matter. We have a nice warm shelter setup for anybody who needs it.”



“Who’s there with you?” he asked.



“Nobody. I swear, I won’t be speaking of anything that goes on tonight. It’s certainly extreme circumstances. But if we could avoid any serious rumor mongering, it would probably be for the best. You’ve only got a couple of minutes before any chance of avoiding observation is gone for good.”



There was some whispering and rustling, and a minute later the fly opened and Ellen climbed out, holding a jacket over her head. “I, uh, just got here. My tent was leaking.”



“I know. Let’s go.” I put my arm around her, and brought her to our shelter. “I brought you here from your tent, just now. Got it?”



She nodded, looking thoroughly embarrassed. “Got it. Thanks, Alex.”



I leaned nearer, “Your shirt’s on backward and inside out. You might want to take care of that.” The girl had the biggest tits in the free world. Everyone would be looking at that chest, and couldn’t miss the dressing faux pas. I stood in front of her, holding her jacket blocking the view from the rest of the camp while she rearranged things. I’m ashamed to say I’m not enough of a gentleman to avoid taking a peak. Her tits were mammoth, far larger than any I’d ever seen. It was amazing she could walk upright.



She caught me peeking, and blushed.



“Sorry,” I whispered. “I couldn’t help myself. You have the most amazing body, beautiful.”

She pulled her shirt down, and I slipped her jacket around her shoulders. She turned and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me. That would have been bad.”



“I’m not one to lecture,” I told her, brushing her hair back and letting my hand stroke her cheek. “But you can do better.” I left her, and she walked over in front of the raging fire, extending her hands toward it.



While John got everyone transferred, I started on my next task. Why was I such a friggin’ Boy Scout? I started checking out the tents that were underwater, moving all their contents near the new shelter. I had a second tarp setup as a cover, with a couple of clotheslines underneath it. We could dry off clothing, and even sleeping bags there. I’d let the owners deal with their own belongings. The tents I unstaked and dragged to higher ground, with help arriving halfway through. John and a new recruit, Max, who looked young but seemed to be holding up better than most. They helped with moving the four worst tents. We spent another 20 minutes re-erecting the tents that had collapsed, which weren’t under water.



We checked on our relocated survivors. They seemed in a lot better frame of mind. It had taken some doing, but I had a nice fire blazing, and most of the wood from our original pile was still dry. It made a nice side wall to the shelter, and the tarp that had been covering it served a similar purpose.



The inside of the shelter was warm, throughout, and they were chatting away. Clothes were drying under the side tarp, and it was almost a party atmosphere. I turned to John.



“You got it from here?”



“Sure.”



“Good, ’cause Dominique’s looking lonely. You should try to get some of the sleeping bags opened up and dried out. You can make a nice community sleeping area. Could be fun.”



“I got it, Alex. What are you going to do?”



“Couple of last tasks, and I’ll see if the gang that’s taken over my tent will let me in. Wish me luck.”



Before settling down, I stopped by all the remaining upright tents, waking any sleeping occupants and letting them know there was a shelter set up if they wanted, or needed. My last stop, against my better judgment was Dr. Reed’s.



“Dr. Reed? Alex again.”



He must not have been asleep, he answered quickly enough, actually opening the front and peering out.



“Everything’s fine now. If you wanted to go up to the shelter and check on everyone, it might be good, letting them know you’re in charge and all. You’ve got about a dozen people up there, girls and guys. If your sleeping bag is dry and you could spare it, you’d be a hero.”



“Would a blanket help?”



“Anything would be better than sitting and laying on bare tarps.”



He stared at me for a moment. “What are you up to?”



He was frying my last nerve. “I’m trying to keep people out of trouble, including stupid little girls who don’t need any more rumors around them than they already have. I’m trying to make it a little more comfortable for this crowd on a rough night. I don’t want anybody getting into any trouble we can avoid.” I calmed down. “Miss Shannon’s been dealing with everything until now, but she’s wiped out, and soaked to the skin. The worst is over. Everything should be good until morning. You need to take over now.”



He looked like he wanted to say something, but seemed to think better of it. “Alright. I’ll do what I can. What are you going to do?”



“Me?” I laughed. “I’m freezing, soaked, and haven’t slept. I’ve been working my ass off while everyone else was either feeling sorry for themselves or waiting for someone else to do the heavy lifting. I’m going to see if I can’t get a couple hours of shut-eye, if that’s alright by you.”



He held his hands up, waving them awkwardly. “No offense, Alex. Really. I was only curious. I appreciate what you’ve done tonight. Everything you’ve done,” he said softly, emphasizing the ‘Everything’. “You get some sleep. I’ll take over.”



I nodded. “Thanks.” I started to turn away, but turned back at the last moment. “Listen, Dr. Reed. They like you. But they’re cold and exhausted. You could really make a difference here. Find a way for them to get a little sleep, don’t fuss about ‘guy’ areas and ‘girl’ areas. Let them get their comfort from each other, and I swear you’re golden.”



He nodded. “I’ll take that under advisement. I do appreciate your effort.”



“Sure.”



I passed by the shelter, standing in the front, letting the fire burn off the worst of the chill. Everyone was settling in nicely. I almost felt bad about dragging a chaperon up there, I counted five guys and seven girls, and they were obviously in a happier state of mind. I caught John’s eye, where he was reclining with Dominique in his arms, and gave him a thumbs up. He responded by giving me a wink and planting a lip-lock on his new girl. I wanted to be just a little angry with him, but hell, he’d earned it. I had a new list now, anyway.



Back at my tent I dried off the best I could, shedding my soaked shorts, looking forward to the warmth of the sleeping bag and soft bodies. I opened the fly a bit. “Cold, tired, naked man coming in,” I warned them.



Inside the door I grabbed the ‘finishing’ towel and did the best I could. I covered my flashlight with my hand, only letting a hint of light through to see if there was any chance of finding a place to lay. Miss Shannon was nearest the door, mostly in the blanket. Next to her were the sisters, followed by Heather with Teri on the end. They looked to be sleeping, but Lisa popped her head up, putting her fingers to her lips. She gestured for me to join them between her and Julie.



Sounded like a decent enough plan to me.



I watched her nudge her sister awake, and they moved apart, turning on their sides. I slipped between them, my teeth chattering and I was shivering hard. I must have been colder than I’d thought. The inside of the tent wasn’t too bad, but the warm sleeping bag felt heavenly.



There wasn’t enough room for me, but Julie solved that problem by propping herself up so I could slide underneath her. She settled on to me, shivering. “You’re frozen!” she whispered. I responded by giving her a small kiss and extinguishing the flashlight, letting the darkness back in.



I held her while Lisa snuggled in close. “Everything OK?” she whispered.



I nodded, then realized she couldn’t see it. “F-f-fine,” I managed to say through my chattering teeth.



She kissed my shoulder. “Mmm. Good,” she murmured sleepily.



I felt movement from my opposite side. “Alex?” Miss Shannon asked sleepily.



“P-p-present.”



She moved nearer, reaching out for me. “God, you’re an ice cube!”



“M-m-melting a l-little,” I told her.



She moved against me, and I heard her chuckle. “Julie? Is that an appropriate position?” she whispered.



“He’s freezing! And he wouldn’t fit in here with us otherwise.” She was very firm in her reply. I imagined if Miss Shannon tried to get her to move, she’d have a fight on her hands.



She did feel great on me. I really was starting to warm up a bit.



“I think we can let this one slide. I imagine the camp savior deserves a hero’s welcome.”



That got a giggle out of my diminutive human blanket.



Shannon was pressing against my side, and I recalled that she was topless, at least according to Teri’s last report. A real Hero’s welcome.



“How’d it go?” she whispered into my ear. Her breath against my neck had my hormones kicking into overdrive.



I turned my head toward her, bumping foreheads. “Ow,” she said teasingly. I could feel her breath on my face when she said it.



“Sorry. All done. Shelter, fire, and clothes hung up and drying. A baker’s dozen under the new tarp.”



She wiggled against me and I moved my arm around her, pulling her close. “You’re warm,” I said.



“Mmm. Thanks to you.”



Julie eased to the opposite side a bit, still lying on me but straddling my left leg. I scooted toward Shannon. She turned on her side, leaning against me, one leg sliding over mine, her bare breast pressed against my chest.



“Anything else I need to know? Do I need to go out there?” she asked with dread in her voice.



I lowered my voice to the faintest whisper. “No. Dr. Reed’s tent is empty now, and he’s going to take over.”



She pressed her lips to my ear. “Ellen?” she asked so faintly I could barely hear it.



“Personally escorted to the shelter, away from prying eyes.”



“Fucking ass,” she mumbled.



Julie was up to no good, and had her hand wedged between us, rubbing life back into my frozen cock. It was turning out to be quite effective. I reached down and gave her ass a squeeze. Still bare, and still delightful to touch.



“Everything copacetic here?” I asked.



Shannon giggled. “Oh yes, we had a delightful discussion.” She whispered again, “Naughty, naughty boy.”



It was too much. I leaned down and kissed her, and was delighted when she returned it in full force.



Julie giggled. “Mmm. He liked whatever you just did.”



I’d behaved until then, but that kiss put me over the edge. I slid my hand down her back, caressing her warm skin, and slid it inside her loose shorts, or I should say my loose shorts, giving her round butt a nice grope.



If I expected any kind of recrimination, I’d be waiting a long time. I had a hand full of her ass cheek, massaging it, while our kiss grew more intense. I felt a leg tussle going on below, and Julie’s won out, sliding between Shannon and I. God, that girl was brazen.



She had me fully hard, and was trying to get me inside her. It took a few seconds before she could claim success. I moaned into Shannon’s delightful mouth.



Our sexy chaperon pulled away. “Is she?”



“MmHmm,” I acknowledged, pushing into my unofficial girlfriend. “How much did they tell you? I asked.



She nibbled on my shoulder. “Everything, I think. Your little friend Teri is quite the chatterbox.” She giggled while Julie fucked me gently. “I mean, hell Alex, it was hard to hide it. Four practically naked girls in a tent that reeked of sex. Any doubts I might have had are pretty much quashed now.”



“Angry?” I asked her.



She pressed her lips to mine. “What do you think?”



“I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”



She nibbled on my ear. “I think ‘Heaven’ is currently fucking you.”



“Hell, yeah,” I chuckled.



“All of them?” she asked while Julie maintained her sweet rocking motion.



“All but little oral Teri,” I teased. “I should be mad at you for that one. I was moments away from corrupting her completely when you showed up.”



“Poor baby. How can I make it up to you?”



I moved my hand down her ass crack, pressing a finger against her moist pussy, easing it in.



“Here? Now? With all these girls around?”



“Trade places with Julie.”



“Alex. I can’t. Not like this.”



I caressed Julie’s hair, getting her attention. She was totally fixated on servicing me. “Julie, trade places with Shannon.”



She slid off of me, and started crawling over our teacher. I tugged Shannon onto me, “You have to now, there’s not enough room otherwise.”



She moved over me slowly, and I felt her hands slide her shorts off. “God, you’re terrible,” she whispered to me.



I held her in my arms, kissing her deeply. When she came up for air, she reached between us, and eased my cock into her warm hole. I sighed as she slid me into her welcoming pussy, taking her time, until she was grinding for more. “Is that what you wanted?”



“For damn near forever.” I held her ass in my hands and thrust into her hard, getting a sweet little whimper in return.



“Gentle, baby. That’s a lot to get used to.”



Julie snuggled up to me. “It wasn’t just me then? I didn’t think it would even fit.”



“No sweetie. It’s not just you. That’s a lot to take care of. He didn’t hurt you did he?”



“No way. It was perfect. I mean, it hurt at first, and for a while I didn’t think it was even going to be possible. It took some getting used to, but I really like it.”



“You don’t mind sharing with me?”



She giggled. “Nothing behind my back he wouldn’t do in front of me.”



Shannon was rolling her hips, teasing me. I reached down and held her hips, pushing deep.



I looked over to the other side, wondering about Lisa’s attention, but she seemed to be sleeping again. Incredible.



“Isn’t it nice?” Julie asked.



Shannon moaned softly. “Wonderful.”



“OK, now here’s the rules,” Julie whispered. “We all share, just a few minutes each. And we all stay totally quiet. Nobody should know who’s doing what, except the people involved. Everything is totally private. What happens between him and any one of us, is our own little secret. Like I don’t know what you guys are doing right now, not for sure, and you don’t know that I was doing the same to him just a minute ago, until he got greedy,” she giggled.



Shannon raised her hips for me, so I could thrust into her harder. “Who’s idea?” she gasped sweetly.



“At first it just sort of happened that way. Then Lisa made it a rule. It’s pretty wild.”



“I bet.”



“Oh yeah, and when he has to come, we finish with our mouths so we don’t make a mess.”



“Have you done that?”



“Miss Shannon! Did you already forget the secret part?” I felt little Julie rise up and caress our teacher. “Nobody is supposed to know who does it, or that I haven’t yet, but I will finally get a chance to when he finishes with us, if nobody else wakes up.”



Shannon’s motions slowed, and with a press of her hand against my hip, she managed to get me to pause. She turned toward Julie, accepting our teen’s gentle touch, and bringing her down for a gentle kiss. “I guess we should be quiet then, so we don’t wake anyone.”



“Yeah. More for us,” Julie giggled.



“Thanks for sharing him with me, Julie.”



“You’re his favorite. We all know that,” Julie whispered. “Now hush up.”



I fucked her in perfect silence, the patter of the rain our only accompaniment. Julie let us have a nice long time together, before they switched off. I tugged at Shannon, moving her higher until I could reach her breasts with my mouth. Once she understood what I was looking for she was very accommodating, leaning over me while I sucked on those fantasy tits. Shannon could give Julie a run for her money.



Julie removed her shirt, leaving the three of us naked; no complaints from me. Once they had the process down, they made sure to keep me isolated at the end of the sleeping bag, with the girl ‘on deck’ between us and the rest of them. They must have switched places 4 or 5 times before I got the first really nice reaction from either.



Shannon was on top and I was pounding her very hard and fast. “There, right there,” she whispered, before Julie could shush her. I gave her a steady dose of hammering, and felt her tense up. She surprised me by biting down on my shoulder, while she came for me, fucking back at me with a vengeance. The bite didn’t hurt too bad, and I brought her down gently, long slow strokes, testing her depths.



Julie hadn’t come for me yet, and I dearly wanted to change that. When Shannon started to get off of me, I turned on my side and pulled Julie underneath. I let her guide me into her, and took her firmly. I pumped her with long, firm strokes, my mouth on hers, kissing her the entire time. I felt Shannon’s hands between us, caressing us. She concentrated on Julie’s breasts a while, then reached down between the teen’s legs. At the first touch, Julie whimpered sweetly. I picked up the pace a bit, and Shannon matched my pace. Julie gasped, “Oh God, that’s good,” and I shushed her, covering her mouth with mine. Her breath was heaving, and I felt her body tensing, her hips pushing back harder. I whispered in her ear, “Come for me Angel, I’m dying to feel you come on my cock.”



She squealed, the noise muffled by my mouth on hers, and bit down on my lip. It hurt but I refused to be distracted, holding her by her shoulders and slamming into her. She felt wonderful, and I slowed the stroking, keeping it long and deep. She was gasping for breath, before crying out again, a second orgasm quickly following the first. I kept pumping, wanting to see if that was an accident. She came for me three more times in quick succession, until she struggled underneath me. “No more,” she gasped, before arching her back and coming harder than ever.



I was going to enjoy fucking this one.



I eased her down, slowing before coming to a rest deep inside of her. “Don’t move, please,” she whispered, trembling uncontrollably.



Shannon’s hand had retreated sometime during our little escapade. I don’t know when, but I’m certain it was a big part in getting Julie over the hump for that first one.



I nudged my cock into her and felt her body spasm. God she was sweet. I pulled out just a little then diddled her with short little strokes. She whimpered and came again, wriggling underneath me, while I pinned her to the floor. “Too much,” she pleaded.



Shannon put her hand on my shoulder, “My turn?”



I moved over on top of her, her legs open in invitation. I felt incredible, strong and fierce, my cock a steel rod. We were outside the end of the sleeping bag, the blanket underneath us, but open. Shannon guided me into her, then pulled her legs back. I leaned over her, slipping my arms around her legs, pinning them down, and started up where I’d left off, with some short teasing strokes that became longer and longer, until I was pounding into her as hard as I could. She slowly climbed her own peak, until I got her off as well. She was able to contain it better. “Come for me, Alex, please. Come inside me,” she whispered.

A hell of an invitation. One I couldn’t turn down. I found the motion and angle that allowed me to build my own need, holding back as long as I could, until I had to finish. I groaned, pushing deep and erupting inside of her. I continued with a dozen or so deep thrusts, filling her with my juice.



Exhaustion hammered me down immediately, my legs trembling with fatigue. I rolled with her, pulling her over on top of me, leaning against Julie’s semi-conscious form. With an enormous effort, I straightened out the blanket, covering us. I stayed inside of Shannon, nudging her with my cock, fondling her tremendous ass, trying to keep hard, never wanting to pull out of her. It was working at least a little, as I stayed thick, buried inside of her.



“God, Shannon. You are amazing,” I whispered, closing my eyes and holding her.



“Mmmm, you were pretty awesome yourself, Mr. Hamilton.” I felt her weight settle down on me, her breasts billowing out to the side.



I’d push into her every few seconds, maintaining my hardness. I’d screw her for a few strokes, then relax and enjoy the feeling of being inside of her. Her breathing slowed, and I listened in the silence to the soft snoring coming from a short ways away, the occasional burst of laughter from afar, and the constant drumbeat of the rain on the tympani of our rain fly. My hands explored every inch of her flesh that I could reach, while my cock hardened within her, growing thicker, longer and harder.



I had fucked her. The ultimate schoolboy fantasy. The sexiest teacher in school. I’d fucked her hard, I’m made her come for me, twice. I’d spent my seed deep inside of her. All with my new girlfriend cheering us on, and taking her turn.



And now Shannon was lying on me, surrendering herself completely, my cock buried inside that tight, warm forbidden pussy. I was fucking her again, and I swore to myself it wouldn’t be the last time.



Her breathing was slow and steady, hypnotic. She was asleep on me, while we continued our ancient dance.



I was drifting off, fighting it, so I could stay inside of her, her pussy molding itself to my shape. I dozed off for a second, and wakened as she pushed back against me.



“Alex,” she moaned sleepily.



“Shannon,” I whispered, thrusting harder.



“Again,” she murmured.



I thrust into her again, harder, repeatedly.



She whimpered sweetly. “No, say my name again.”



“Shannon,” I whispered to her, kissing her forehead. “Shannon, Shannon, Shannon.”



She chuckled softly. “Miss Shannon.”



I groaned, getting more excited by the moment, feeling her hips respond to me. “Miss Shannon. God, you are incredible Miss Shannon. Everything I’ve fantasized and more. I can’t believe we waited this long. I love being inside you Miss Shannon.”



She lifted up a bit, seeking out my lips. I kissed her deeply, grunting while I came inside of her, my cock buried to the hilt, while it pulsed out its creamy prize.



She kissed my lips tenderly and settled back down against my chest, hugging me. “Alex, Alex, Alex. What am I going to do with you?” she whispered.



I surrendered in my battle to stay awake, with one last push inside of her. “Shannon,” I uttered, that simple word, a prayer of thanks to God for the storm that had delivered her to me. “My Shannon.”



* * *



I woke alone, slowly looking around my now sadly vacant tent. I was tired and sore all over, not the least between my legs. I had to pee like a racehorse. I rummaged through my belongings to find the only things I had to wear were a not quite dry bathing suit and a rain poncho. I arrived with five shirts, two pairs of shorts, some boxers, one bathing suit, one jacket, one rain poncho, and that’s all I had left.



I could hear the soft echo of the raindrops hitting the tent fly, alerting me to the fact the rain may have slowed but hadn’t stopped completely. The rain made me smile. I loved the rain, especially after last night.



I took a minute to straighten things out a bit, getting a little organized, and rechecking my inventory. I opened all the flaps to let some air in, and headed out into the real world, a little sad to leave my magical tent and its recent memories behind.



The voices were loud and boisterous coming from my impromptu rescue fly, and I turned away from them to take a leak, my tent blocking the view. Turning back to the protected area that John and I had created the night before, I was surprised to see the changes.



The single over-sized fly that everyone had huddled under was now a network of coverings, with four more tarps covering different areas, creating a virtual habitrail. The big tarp was nearest my tent, less than 10 yards away. A few feet from that one was what I liked to think of as our ‘drying’ tent. It had a separate smaller fire in front of it now, the heat reflected into where the clothing was hanging from ropes, drying. These first two shelters had backs that faced west and reached the ground, providing a wind break and extra protection from the elements.



After the first two, which John and I had erected, again separated by a few yards, was a single large overhead tarp. It had no sides or backs, but provided a nice dry area away from the business of the first two. The final tarps seemed to have been added for no particular reason. Two smaller ones, side by side, creating a long narrow shelter. Nothing was going around under it, but it did give additional coverage.



Just past the last shelter was the new tent zone, where the previous flooded and collapsed tents were setup in the hopes that a little sun might dry them out and make them usable again.



People were up and about, half-clothed, staying busy, laying out wet clothing, sleeping bags, or just looking for a place to chill.



I was gazing around to see who was where and what they were doing. It didn’t take me long to spot Heather and Teri, both wearing my t-shirts, organizing some of the clothing in front of the drying fire. I couldn’t spot Shannon anywhere, which was odd. She was always easy to identify in a crowd. Tiny Julie, on the other hand, could be invisible unless she was right in front of you.



A smiling face broke my reverie, as Lisa appeared before me, mug of hot cocoa in hand. Not my preferred morning libation, but I appreciated the effort. “Good morning. About time you rolled out of bed, lazy bones. You’re one of the last ones up,” she said.



“I could still use another 8 hours sleep. What was I thinking, putting that thing so close to my tent?” I asked, gesturing toward the crowded main shelter.



She laughed. “You were thinking it was for you, not for the entire camp. How are you feeling?”



“Worn out, but not complaining. You?”



She grinned, moving closer. “Wonderful. Got a minute for a quick chat before integrating yourself back into society?”



“For you? Of course. Always,” I teased, taking a sip of my morning cocoa. Not bad, really.



She put her arm around my waist, turning me away from the crowd, walking deeper into the woods. She had my windbreaker on over my t-shirt, a Dave Matthews Band concert shirt. Definitely looked a whole lot better on her. She was quiet for the first few minutes, leaning against me, as I wrapped my free arm over her shoulders. The tree coverage overhead was dense, and it was hard to tell if it was still raining, or just branches dripping. Either way, the rainfall was almost unnoticeable. It was nice to walk through this more natural setting with Lisa. She moved well. I couldn’t help but think what it would be like to go on a real trek with her.



“Darrel and I broke up last week. It was my decision. He’s not taking it especially well, but it was his own fault. I found out he’d been screwing around with Tammy.” She blurted it out quickly.



“Tammy? His ex? What a fucking idiot!” I almost exploded. “When he had you? What the holy fuck is wrong with him?”



“My thoughts exactly.” She reached up and held my hand in hers, pulling it tighter around her shoulders, moving in closer. “I wanted you to know before you made any decisions about who you want to date.” She was quiet for a moment. “I want to be back on your list.”



I stopped and turned to face her. “Jesus, Lisa! You could have told me this yesterday.”



She looked sad. “Are you saying it’s too late? I know I’m not a virgin like your previous girls. I’ve been around a little. But I thought we had a nice thing going last night.”



I almost laughed. “Nice thing? Amazing. And being a virgin is the least of my concerns. I never sought them out, it’s just the way things happened.” I leaned down and kissed her softly. “You were number one, before Darrel, and probably would be now, if not for last night. What about Julie? I’ve all but told her she was my choice.”



She took my hand in hers, and started walking again, headed downhill toward the water, still away from camp. “After last night, I have no idea where things stand. What with Teri willing to make you her first, and Heather making up for past mistakes. I’m not even sure I want to know what happened between you and Miss Shannon. Julie is probably the least of our worries.”



“Don’t worry about Heather. She’s not in the running. All is forgiven, but not forgotten. And Shannon’s our teacher. As far as anyone should be concerned, nothing happened there, and nothing will, so long as her job is on the line.” The walking was getting more difficult, and I had to help her over a couple of fallen logs, before we broke into the beach area, turning and heading back in the general direction of the camp.



“Teri?” she asked, cautiously.



“I don’t know. I like her, and I tease her, and she’s been my friend since 6th grade, but she’s pretty much driven herself out of the running over the years. Until last night. She and I need to have a heart-to-heart, but to be brutally honest, if I picked my top 5 right now, you, your sister, and Dominique would all rate higher than her. Although it looks like my supposed best friend John has snaked Dominique out of the running.”



Lisa chuckled. “Totally. She looks like she’s fallen for him in a big way. He’s the hero of the camp, thanks to you abdicating your role last night, just so you could have your way with us.”



“Me have my way with you guys? You’re kidding. I was practically gang-raped last night. I thought there might be a little kissing and grab-ass in that sleeping bag, until y’all got crazy.”



“You complaining? After all that teasing around the campfire?”



“Hell no. Best damn night of my life. I challenge anyone to have a better one. Ever. I’m just saying, I was the victim, not the instigator.”



She laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.” She gave my hand a squeeze. “It was all pretty amazing though, wasn’t it? God, that was so hot, riding you, with everyone touching us, not knowing who was who. And to see you deflower my sister. Unreal.”



“I wasn’t expecting that,” I confessed.



“Who was? Did you see the shirt she’s wearing? It’s the one we cleaned you up with after. An actual cherry, I didn’t think that really happened. I lost mine to a hairbrush. But not Julie. Nasty bloody smear on the shoulder, and she’s wearing it like a championship trophy. She’ll probably never wash it. Baby girl is a wild thing.”



“Seems like a family thing,” I teased, giving her a squeeze.



She stopped and pulled me in for a kiss. A real one this time. “It could be. A family thing. You choose me or Julie, and I’m thinking that she and I can work it out. At least she sounds cool with the idea this morning.” She walked toward a huge tree, pulling me along by the hand, until we were beside the trunk, protected from the rain. She reached for the bottom of my poncho, lifting it up and over my head. She peeled off her rain-jacket, and leaned into my chest, kissing my shoulder. “God, you look good Alex. A guy shouldn’t look so good.”



I had to laugh. “Look who’s talking. Prettiest girl these parts have ever seen.”



She smiled up at me. “We’d make a good-looking couple. Don’t you think? King and Queen of the ball.”



“The queen and her jester, is what I’m thinking,” I told her, leaning back against the tree, the bark rough against my skin, while I held her in my arms.



She squeezed me tight. “Are Julie and I really at the top of your list?”



“With a huge gap after.”



“Then choose us. Us. Or choose me, and I promise I’ll bring her along.” Her lips were pressed against my skin, her hand pressing against, unlikely as it would seem after the previous night, my new hardness.



“I don’t understand. Are you afraid if I tell her I choose her, she’ll lock you out? I gotta be honest here. I’ve practically told her already, since I thought you were out of the picture. We’re more than friends.”



She shook her head. “I don’t know. What I do know is that I’ve had two serious boyfriends in the past, and I settled. Both times. The guys I wanted didn’t ask me, so I eventually gave in to those who did. I don’t want to settle, Alex. Not again. You’re number one for me, in a big way. Please don’t make me settle for somebody else. Give ‘us’ a chance.”



“Let me hammer things out with Teri, and then you, me and your sister need to have a talk. Believe me, gorgeous, you are the girl of my dreams. But I’m not going to hurt Julie.”



“Before we leave this weekend?” she asked.



“Before the sun sets.”



She grinned hugely, her smile a thing of beauty. She reached up for another deep kiss that didn’t disappoint. I felt her hands pulling at my bathing shorts, and within moments she was kneeling at my feet, her sexy mouth engulfing my cock.



“Mmm. I wonder who this is I’m tasting? A special redhead maybe? Or an innocent little blonde. How naughty would that be? Licking my sister’s dried juices off your cock.” She took me back in her mouth, sucking expertly.



Fuck. This gorgeous sexpot could be mine. I only had to say the word.



I looked out across the water, the raindrops dotting the surface of the lake, the crisp clean air filling my lungs, the prettiest girl in school, with the most amazing sexy body, eagerly swallowing my cock. “This is incredible,” I told her.



She stood, dropping her shorts and turning around, presenting herself to me. “Take me, Alex,” she said softly.



I gazed at that perfect ass, alabaster cheeks, so soft and smooth, beckoning. I opened my legs wide to bring myself to her level, and slid inside of her. She was wet and ready. The feeling was perfect, holding her hips, filling her, using my full length on her, the beauty of nature surrounding us. I was in no hurry, finding a nice pleasant pace that didn’t tax my strength, while I could concentrate on the feeling of piercing her repeatedly. Sliding inside that heavenly warmth.



After a few minutes she was breathing harder. “Fuck me, Alex. Harder”



I picked up the pace, fucking her faster, deeper, her body shifting, absorbing the pounding.



“God,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”



Like that was going to happen. I hammered her, the tightness doing wonders for me. She groaned, bending almost in two, and clinging to her legs. My hands dug into her hips, pulling her against me hard on every stroke, until she cried out for me, and I felt her body react to her orgasm. I was getting closer, pounding harder, faster, deeper, the need to finish rising, until it was all-consuming.



“I’m gonna come,” I groaned, warning her.



“In me. Fill me with your cum, Alex,” she pleaded. “Make me yours.”



With a final deep thrust she got her wish. I grew light-headed from the feeling, and had to lean back against the tree, pulling her with me, earning the cutest little squeal for that effort.



A few minutes later we were walking back into camp, hand in hand. “Tonight?” she asked.



“We’ll talk. I promise.”



She leaned against me, “Thank you. That’s all I wanted to hear.”



* * *



Back in camp, I found some cereal to eat, reclaiming one of my camp chairs from the same punk who’d tried to make time with Julie earlier on the trip. He seemed eager to give it to me once I made it clear it was mine. Hell, the whole damn setup was mine. Besides, I didn’t like leeches who lived off others work, and didn’t contribute.



Sitting back, feasting on Honey Nut Cheerios, a steaming cup of coffee appeared suddenly before me. In Miss Shannon’s hand.



“Good morning. I see you’re still alive,” she said grinning.



“Barely. Rough night.”



She avoided any reference to the tent activities. “You did a good job with this setup. Even if your buddy John is getting all the credit.”



I took a sip from the coffee. Strong and bitter. Divine. “Good for him. I’m not worried about it. My reward is in doing the right thing.”



She smiled. “It is, isn’t it? This whole setup must be feeding your neurotic do-gooder alter ego to no end.”



“I like to help people who need it. So shoot me.”



She leaned in close, whispering. “Shoot you? God, I’m dying to kiss you.”



She stood up abruptly, mussing my hair. “You look a fright. You should clean up. And check around the camp. I’m sure there’s something you could be doing to save some poor soul in need. It’s been what, 3-4 hours? You must be in withdrawal.” She walked away, and my eyes followed her shorts encased rear. Damn. I had hit that. Hard.



I got up from my chair, reluctant to leave it behind, but Shannon was right. There were things that needed doing. Conversations that needed to be held.



John was sitting nearby, with Dominique at his side. Too unfair. “Hey Dominique. Bozo treating you right?”



She smiled shyly, leaning against him. “Couldn’t ask for better.”



“Good. I’m glad. He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s the best guy out here. Don’t ever let him know I said so.”



She grinned at the big lunk sitting beside her. “Our secret. I promise.”



“Speak of the devil. John, camp savior and superhero. Walk with me?”



I’m sure the kiss he gave Dominique was a reminder of his new claim on her. “Again? Jesus Alex, last time you had me working half the night.” The words might have sounded like complaining, but the smile he was wearing said otherwise. He got up and we started touring the camp, to see how everything was.



“How’d it go once I left?” I asked.



“Not bad. Dr. Reed showed up, but he was cool about the whole situation. Helping but not bossing around too much, and giving a lot of leeway in how people were dressing and acting. Kind of surprised me.”



“Good. Everything else copacetic? No major problems?”



He gave me a shove. “I told you, under control. No problems at all. Funny how the storm brought everyone together.”



“Dominique?” I asked.



“Too good to be true. I think she really likes me.”



“What’s not to like? Second best catch in the school. She’s lucky.”



He blushed. I’d never expected that. Some kind of comeback about best catch maybe. Not that. “She’s something,” he said softly.



“All yours. No interference from me, I swear.”



He smiled, as we checked out the cooking area. “How about you? Rumor has you and Julie together. Or maybe Teri. Can’t believe she’s singing your praises today. And what’s the deal with Heather? I thought she hated you?”



“Give a girl a dry tent and a warm sleeping bag, and all the old issues seem to fade, I guess. I think we’re cool.” I was thinking about the cooking area. “Want to move these tables? I’m sure they’d be a lot more useful under cover. Maybe under that big empty tarp near the end.”



He kicked the heavy chain links on the ground. “It’s chained to the tree.”



I gave the chain a kick and lifted the leg off the loop. “By an idiot.”



He sighed, walking to the far end of the biggest. “No rest for the weary, huh? You’re a fucking slave driver.”



“Lift, Toby. Work more, whine less.”



“Fuck you, Massa,” he laughed, almost falling in the mud on the first step. “Fuck! If I break my leg, I’m going to kill you, you know?”



“Work more, whine less,” I teased.



We barely had the table in place, before its benches were full. I was happy to find Max, our assistant from the night before, falling in step with us. “How can I help?” he asked.

I hadn’t seen him in weeks, I’d been away on a work trip and he’d been left at home. The toys never cut it and my fingers only made me crave him more. It was only the second camping trip we’d been on together, but it would prove to be the best.



The tension was electric. Just Matthew and me.



We set up our tent and as he gathered the rest of our things, I inflated the air bed. It was essential. After fucking on the floor, against a wall, and on cold tiles, I had realized that if you’re going to have sex for an extended period of time you better have somewhere comfortable to do it.



As I finished pumping the air mattress up I heard a zipping behind me as Matthew closed himself inside with me. It was just him and I now. There were no distractions and we had endless time together. To explore, to devour, to fuck.



He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, sort of a forceful spooning position as he rubbed his dick already hard against my ass.



Though still fully clothed, I could tell just how hard and just how ready he had been the entire day.



“I want you” he moaned into my ear as he bit my earlobe and reached around rubbing me from above my clothes.



I sat up and stripped my shirt off, followed by my jeans and underwear. I watched as he pulled off his shirt and released his cock, just as hard as I had imagined.



We weren’t much for foreplay.



“Suck my cock.”



I took him into my mouth like a pro. First deep throating him until he was slick with the thick saliva from the back of my throat and then sliding him in and out quickly with my lips tightened around him.



“Faster.”



He grabbed my hair and shoved my throat back onto him. I tried to ignore the intense gag reflex and breathed through my nose quickly as he thrusted his cock in and out, in and out, in and out.



“You like that?”



I moaned around him and could tell he was getting close as the amount of precum leaking into my mouth was multiplying.



I reached down and stuck two fingers quickly inside of me, amazed at how wet I was. I curled them upwards and began to attack my g-spot. Determined to catch up to him, determined to cum at the same time he did.



No such luck.



He grabbed my hand and jerked it out from my pussy and slid his hard cock out of my mouth. He was breathing heavily as if he were trying very hard not to cum right there.



I looked him in the eyes and moved my head slowly back down to his dick. My tongue moved up and down him, licking him, tasting him. He hardened even more and jumped up at every touch.



He WAS close.



“Turn around” He grabbed me by the leg and effortlessly flipped me to my stomach. Then he began to rub his dick in my ass.



“Wait, we didn’t bring any lube.” My eyes widened with concern as he continued to rub, not pushing in quite yet.



“I’m wet. I’ll get you there.” He spit on his fingers and rubbed it on his dick and continued to rub himself up and down my ass.



I couldn’t take it. I bucked up against him, I slid my fingers back in my pussy and played with my clit with my other hand. I was on the verge of orgasm, I needed him inside me.



“Try now.”



He pushed the head of his cock into my ass, precum easing him in as I pushed back on him. It didn’t take much. He slid into my ass as I slammed my fingers up against my g-spot.



“Fuck me.” I screamed, not caring who could hear.



He slid in and out of me as the most intense orgasm built up inside of me. I knew he wasn’t far behind.



My entire body lit on fire, all the blood rushed to my pussy and I erupted. I came again, and again, and again. I couldn’t touch myself anymore, and just as I was about to throw him off of me he came too.



One last violent thrust and he collapsed on top of me.



Two sweaty bodies, a steamy tent, and another two nights of ecstasy.

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It’s Friday night and my buddy Frank Mason and I are going out to our neighborhood bar tonight hoping to find a couple of pretty ladies needing a little bit of TLC. Friday and Saturday nights are the only times we get a chance to cut loose and have some fun. We work a 10 hr. 3pm -1am shift four days a week with Friday, Sat. and Sun. off. With work hours like ours we don’t have many buddies to hang with, most times it’s just us, we are good, close friends. I’m Bill Boynton, 26 years old single, 5″9″ tall, wt. 150 lbs., dark blonde hair, blue eyes and a muscular, athletic body. I’m not the most handsome of men, but nice looking and the ladies think I’m cute. we’ve been pals since my family moved here when I was 10.



On my first day at school a big kid was bullying me trying to get my lunch money; Frank came to my rescue and ran the big kid off. We’ve been tight, best buds since that day. I decided that no one would ever have to come to rescue me from a bully again. I told my dad that I wanted to get a set of weights so I could build myself up to where no one would try to bully me. I set about building myself a body that could take care of most any situation. I played football and wrestled in high school. Frank played baseball and basketball. He is, 6’3″, weighs 160 lbs, has brown hair and the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s thin and wiry but, I wouldn’t want to test him in a real fight. He’s one tough dude.



The ladies think he is quite the handsome young man. When he’s not even trying he can get more ladies that most men can by tossing hundred dollar bills in the air. He’s a babe magnet. As his wing man I get a shot at the ones not able to crack through the cordon surrounding him. We’re both the same age and we’re like brothers. Well, maybe not now that I think about it. He and I are completely different than I am with my brother who is 2 years older. With Frank we’re best buds, like to hang out together and I can trust him to have my back when I need him. Can’t say that about my brother though.



We had been working this shift for the past five years and we both really liked the work and the 3 days off. We took a lot of long weekend trips having fun and always on the lookout for the ladies. Taking a break we had a weekend of camping and fishing planned for the end of this week. We had a reservation at a State Park campsite, we has asked for a secluded tent site far from the lake. Frank had scored a bag of weed and we planned to zone out while there and didn’t want to be to near others. We had everything packed in my SUV and left after work to go to the Park. We arrived at the Campsite around dawn, laid the seats back in the truck and took a nap. The sun woke me at about 9:30 and I shook Frank awake and said..



“Frankie, wake up..we need to set up camp”



“Aw, Billyboy, I’m too sleepy, gimme 10 minuets more, okay?”.



Since we were kids I’ve always called him Frankie when we’re alone and he calls me Billyboy. It’s just always been like that. With anyone else around it’s always Frank and Bill, but alone we’re Frankie and Billyboy. I admit, I really like it, it ours, something that no one else shares, it’s just between us. I opened up the tailgate and started unloading our gear. I set the tent up by myself on the pad provided and rigged ropes to haul our food up into the air away from the critters stalking the campsites for food. An hour after I started I was setting up our folding chairs and table when Frank stumbled out of the SUV and off into the woods to take a piss. He came back rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms and body. He looked around, seeing everything set up and said…



“Billyboy, why didn’t you wake me to help you with this?”



I gave him a glaring look…



“Yeah, Mr. “gimme 10 more minutes” “I tried but you needed your beauty sleep, looks like you need to go back to bed for another 8-10 hours worth. Your beauty nap didn’t work, Frankie.”



“get off my case, dude…what do I need to do here?”



“it’s all done Frankie, we just need to decide what we’re going to do for lunch and probably change into some lighter clothes..it’s going to be a scorcher of a day.”



“By the way, we’re here at this site alone. The Park Ranger came by and told me we were the only “Tent Site” reservation for the weekend at this location. That’s why I set up here near the lake. We can skinny dip if we want to.”



“That’s cool Billyboy, we can sit out here in our chairs, smoke a blunt and chill out with Ma Nature.”



“your bags are in the tent Frankie…I think I want to take a quick dip in the water..coming?”



I was taking my shirt off and then started on my pants when Frankie asked….



“You going in bare Billyboy?,”



“just in my boxers…never know when a boat or the Ranger will come by”



“Okay, I’m right behind you”



We both took off at a run and ran out into the water a few feet before we dove in and started to swim. The water was cold, when we stopped swimming our teeth were chattering. We turned and headed back to shore and briskly walked into the camp. We grabbed towels and were drying off when I looked over at Frankie, he was drying his hair and had the towel to his head and I was staring at his wet boxers clinging to him showing his limp cock hanging down his left leg to almost to the hem of his shorts. I could plainly see every detail, even the pink head of his cock. We were in Jr. High the last time I had seen Frank’s cock. It sure had done some growing since then. At five to six inches limp it should be eight inches or longer when hard. I found it hard to take my eyes away. I felt blood surge into my own cock as it started to get hard. Wait.. I’m straight, why is Frankie’s limp cock such a fascination to me? I forced myself to turn away.



“Hey Billyboy, we forgot to get the boat off the top of the SUV. When we’re dry lets get it in the water and scout out the area, okay”



I had shucked of my wet boxers and tied the towel around my waist. I walked by Frank to get to the tent and he laughed and grabbed at my towel. I tried to grab for the towel but he had it and was laughing as I stood there feeling the blood surge in my cock more.. Damn, don’t get a boner now Bill, NO! NO! NO! I was mortified and ran into the tent as fast as I could.



“Hey Mr. Modesty…you realize how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other naked?” he called out. Dragging on a pair of cutoffs I came out of the tent …”yeah, it was in Jr. High. Ages ago.”



“Billyboy, you’ve done some growing, that’s a damn fine piece you were swinging dude. What is it, 9, 10 inches when it’s up?”



“Damn Frankie, how the heck would I know, I stopped measuring my cock when I was in ninth grade”



And why on earth are we talking about my cock? We’re not gay!”



“Hey Billyboy, calm down dude, I was just razzing you, just having some fun.”



“Well it’s time you stopped having fun with my cock! uh oh..that didn’t come our right, but you know what I mean, right Frankie.”



“I think I’d have to start have fun with your cock before I could stop having fun with it Billy”



“Whatever!! Stop talking about my cock Frankie, it weirds me out.”



“Dude, okay already, I’m just teasing you. Come on, I know what will calm your nerves, lets do this blunt, that will chill you out, grab us a beer as you pass the cooler, please.”



Man what a hassle, Frankie freaked me out when he pulled my towel from my waist. I was just about to get a boner looking at his cock when I walked away. I didn’t want him seeing me getting hard with him standing there naked. It was all just to crazy. He and I are both straight arrow. Never anything sexual between us even as we went through puberty. No jacking off together, we didn’t even talk about that stuff to each other.



Well at least that embarrassing bit is over., getting a couple of beers we settled into the folding chairs looking out over the lake, smoked the blunt and watched the sunset. The shorter the blunt got, the more spectacular the sunset became. A couple more beers and it was almost dark and we were starving. We decided to have Tuna sandwiches since it was already made and in the cooler. Frankie opened some chips and we wolfed down two sandwiches each and a 16 oz bag of chips, in less that 10 minutes. Then we started on the chocolate chip cookies. Aaahhhh the attack of the munchies!



Frank went into the tent and when he didn’t return immediately I called after him.



“Frankie whatcha doing in there?”



“just rolling another one Billyboy”



“Oh, okay…we’re gonna be wasted dude.”



“Yeah, that’s why we’re here, right.” Frankie said as he came out of the tent.



I guess, just don’t suggest we go for a drive…I don’t think Ranger Bob would like that.”



“No prob Billyboy, we’re taking the boat out, remember!”



“In the dark?



“Look at that moon, Billy, it’s nearly full and not a cloud in the sky..we’ll be able to see plenty”



“Besides we’re just checking around our site to see if we have close neighbors, we don’t want to get too rowdy if they’re really close.”



“Get too rowdy, what you planning on doing Frank?”



Who knows, Billyboy, maybe I”ll have some fun with your cock. How about that”



“FRANK!! STOP IT, STOP IT NOW!”



“Billyboy whats wrong with you tonight? Me teasing you doesn’t get you riled up like this usually.”



“Frankie can we please drop this subject., I don’t like talking or you joking about having fun with my cock, okay”



“Whatever you say Billyboy. Jeez, you need this, take a big toke, hell take two!!



We did about half the blunt and got the boat in the water. I had to put the life jacket on Frank or he wasn’t gonna wear one, We stayed close to the shore and sculled up to the right of our site. Not too far away we could see a campfire so we headed to it. As we neared we heard “Ahoy, there matey” and we laughed out loud, Frank yelled back “Ahoy your own self, mate.” two guys came to the shore and waived and asked us to come for a beer. Frank steered us straight to them.



We stumbled out, beer bottles in hand and shook hands, they were Steve and Connor. They both looked to be near our own age and after the intros we all sat around their fire. We told them about ourselves and our jobs, they exchanged their info. Connor got up to get us all another beer and when he came back I noticed how he put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and ran it over to his neck and squeezed it just a bit and sat down beside him and their sides and legs were touching.



Steve asked. “So Frank, how long have you two been together?”



Frank passed a blunt around looked him in they eye, put his arm around me and said..



“We’ve been friends since we were 10 but we didn’t become a couple until we were almost 17. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Astonished I started to speak but Frank turned quickly and kissed me on the lips! He whispered to me.



“Play along Bill, they think we’re gay. Let’s have some fun with them” “I mean joking around, not having sex with them fun.”



I know my eyes must have looked like saucers but with his face pressed to mine the other guys couldn’t see my disbelief at what Frank was doing. He almost got the giggles then, pressed to my face but told me again to please play along with the gag.



Steve said “wow, you’ve been together 10 years and you’re only 26! “What’s the secret to keeping your relationship alive this long?”



Without a blink Frankie said, “Monogamy and Bill’s 10 inch cock”



I nearly put out the campfire spewing my beer out of my mouth. Frank elbowed me in the ribs to keep me quiet.



Connor said, “damn! 10 inches would keep me in line too!”



Steve gave him a “look”, and Connor added. “But being in love is the most important thing for us”



That got an approving nod from Steve.



I stood up pulling Frank to his feet. “We need to go, Frank, it’s getting late. Thanks for the beer guys.” Frank stood, and thanked them for the beer and company and said that we had to get back to camp and they shouldn’t pay any attention to the noise they hear down our way. “Bill get’s carried away sometimes when he’s riding me really hard.” He got an elbow jab to the ribs from Bill for that one,



I know I was beet red from embarrassment and Frank leaned over to me, winked and pecked my on the lips again. I was ready to kill him. It had to be the weed that made him such a rascal tonight. On the way back we were quiet, talking in hushed whispers. Trying not to laugh out loud. I told Frankie that he’d pay for this big time. But now that it was over, it was funny.



As we paddled back to camp, I started to giggle myself. Knowing us and how we are normally, it was funny, pretending to be a gay couple for a few minutes. The only thing I didn’t quite understand was why Frankie was talking about my cock again. It had to be just him trying to wind me up some more. Back at our campsite we were out of earshot of the guys and we could talk normally.



“What in hell did you think you were doing back there. Those poor guys think we’re like them, kindred spirits or something. And the last time I saw you in action you were straight Frankie. You playing on the other team now?”



“Come on Billyboy, lighten up and have fun with me, you knew we were just playing. Let’s get another beer and another smoke and sit and watch the ripples on the water; sweet Billyboy of mine. FRANKIE!



“There’s one thing that’s certain though Billyboy, when I do turn gay, it’s you I’m coming after, your perfect little bubble butt is mine, you hear!”



“FRANKIE!!!”



Frankie is hopeless, the more I complain the more he’ll tease me. The only way for me to stop it is to give it right back at him, Now this might be fun, making Frankie squirm. I went into the tent and changed into a skin tight body shirt and biking shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. This ought start the tables turning on Frankie. I’m gonna make him think I’m coming on to him. That will stop his teasing. When I came out of the tent Frankie’s eyes got big. he’d never seen me dress like this, ever. He gave a low wolf whistle.



“what is it Frankie, you see something you like?”



Frankie cracked up. “Okay, so that’s how we’re gonna be, huh?”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just wanted to be comfortable out here. Where’s that blunt Frankie, we need some more, don’t you think.”



Frankie gave a nervous chuckle “here you go Billyboy, knock yourself out., Let me get you another beer, too”



He’s supposed to be getting nervous not getting more beer, I thought. He handed me the beer and just stood there looking at me and this outfit, finally he said, quietly…”wow, Billy. you’ve got a smoking hot body now. You’ve turned into a beautiful hunk of a man without me even noticing until now. You are a sexy man Billy. You’re gonna have both the boys and the girls coming after you in that outfit.” Determined to make him squirm I replied..



“Thanks Frankie, I thought you’d never notice. I do it all for you, you know.”



Frank choked on the blunt and went into a coughing fit. I jumped up and began patting him on the back. As the coughing died down I stayed beside him and let my hands begin gently rubbing on his back, Instead of pulling away he closed his eyes and said,..”that feels so good Billyboy, please don’t stop”



Oh Damn, this wasn’t going like I had planned at all.



“I think we need to lie down” Frank murmured.



“Okay you go ahead, I’m going to sit here a while and finish my beer, night Frankie”



“okay, night babe”



WHAT! he called me BABE!! What’s happening to us!!



I began to get worried, Frankie was seeming to like this flirting I was doing and it wasn’t doing what I had meant for it to do. Hopefully he’ll go right to sleep and we’ll laugh about this tomorrow. I finished off the beer and the blunt and I had waited almost an hour before going into the tent. Frankie lay on his big double sized air mattress with only his boxers on . He had to sleep corner to corner to fit his 6’3′ height. He was breathing steady and slowly and I assumed he was asleep.



I noticed that the fly was pooched out and open on his shorts. I saw his cock again for the second time today and I stared at it again and I started getting hard again.. What is wrong with me. Why did I get hard looking at my best friends cock. Better yet, why was I staring at my best friends cock? When did I become Captain Perv? Me staring at Frankie’s cock! Me getting hard looking at Frankie’s cock! I’m not gay! What the fuck is going on!!



I stripped and put on my boxers and laid down to sleep I pulled the cover over me turned the Coleman Lantern off and lay there wondering what I was going to do about my staring at Frankie’s cock. My own dick was growing again, I just gave up and let it do its thing. I rolled to my side facing away from Frankie. The more I tried to ignore it the harder my cock got, I raised the cover and looked down and as if it had a mind of its own it had worked it way through the fly of my shorts and was standing out from my body,long, hard and proud.



I groaned and then it dawned on me. It’s the weed!. I’ve heard that hindsight is always 20/20, guess that’s why neither of us thought about being way out in the woods, nobody around , smoking weed and getting horny as billy goats. Weed does that to us every time, take a toke and it goes straight to the ‘Nads. Well now I knew the reason, I wasn’t turning queer for my best bud. I just had a raging case of the “horns”. That meant that Frank had it too. We were going to have a good laugh tomorrow, Finally I dozed off, hard on in hand.



Sometime later, it was still dark, I stirred and Frankie was spooned against my back with his hard cock poking my backside. I tried moving a way but he threw his arm across me and pulled me to him. I spoke to him thinking he was awake; roll over Frankie, you’re on my bed. He grunted and pulled us closer; we both had removed our shirts so it was flesh to flesh from the waist up and he was so warm against me. I tried asking him to roll over again but he didn’t even hear me. I relaxed and just tried to sleep. He did feel good and I can’t remember the last time I slept like this with someone. It was a “being loved” feeling. You knew you were cared for when you slept like this. I drifted off enjoying him against me, I would move and push back a little ever so often making soft mmmm sounds in my throat.



I don’t know how long I dozed but I awoke again and Frank had his hand on my crotch cradling my package in his big hand. My first thought was panic but his hand didn’t move it just held my junk, no movement at all. Suddenly I felt some movement but it wasn’t Frankie, for the 3rd time today I was betrayed by my cock. It was getting harder by the second. Soon Frankie’s’ hand moved to readjust, it felt my hard cock then the hand. moved up my length to the tip and back down again, then wrapped around its girth. I heard a low soft whistle from Frank. I froze as he cuddled closer and said…



“wow Billyboy, that quiet a weapon you’ve got there. It so long and big. Why have you kept this such a secret from me, huh?”



I tried to speak but could only stammer as he stroked my cock, I couldn’t talk. This was Frankie holding on to my cock and telling me he liked it. He moved and his hand slipped inside my shorts and he felt my testicles and wrapped his hand around my shaft again and slowly jacked me. My cock began to twitch and my breathing was getting labored. Frankie removed his hand rolled back and pulled me with him. I was now on my back and he moved to be on his side and propped his head on his hand, the hand that had been on my cock now was gently traveling over my stomach and then to my chest.

“Oh Billyboy, your chest is amazing, your body really turns me on.”



finally I stammered…”F F Frankie…it’s the weed…it got us horny that why you’re doing this, it’s the weed.”



“Yeah, the weed got us horny, but I’ve got to tell you something that’s been weighing heavy on my mind for over a year now. Billy, please, please don’t hate me, but I think I’ve been in love with you for years now. It’s not just the weed tonight. I’ve wanted to make love to you for so long…Please don’t hate me for this…I just can’t help it, I love you, and I crave to hold your beautiful body next to mine.” “Billyboy, when we were with those two guys tonight and you played along like we were gay,,,I really wanted to be your lover. I thought I’d die when I kissed your lips, I know I tricked you into that kiss and I do regret that I had to trick you but I don’t regret kissing you. I want to do it right now. I want to hold you close and tell you how I love you. Sorry, I just can’t help it. Please don’t hate me for it”



I lay there not believing my ears, Frankie, my best buddy in the world was queer for me. I thought he was such a ladies man and he’s been wanting me. What was I going to do? I glanced over at Frankie without moving my head, I could see his shoulders shaking, was he crying or was he laughing, teasing me again? “Damn it Frank will you stop this teasing about gay sex. I’m tired of it Frank! ”



Silence! He was crying…oh god..was he really serious? OH SHIT!!



“Frankie….are you okay….Frank!” I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him to me and he lay on his back. I looked down at him, his eyes were closed and was mumbling, I’m so sorry” over and over.



I crumbled, I couldn’t take seeing my best friend hurting like this. I reached over and pulled him again to me so that we lay on our sides face to face. He kept his eyes closed and wouldn’t look at me.



“It’s okay Frankie, I could never ever hate you. I am really shocked by what you’ve just told me, and I’ve never considered that you were anything but straight. But I do know that if I were gay, you’d be the man for me. I love you too. I haven’t thought about us sexually, but..uh oh, .wait a minute. Damn! I need to be honest with you here. This has been a very crazy day. Things have happened to me for the first time ever and I’ve been very confused. That’s why I’ve been so P.O.’d all day about your teasing me . I’ve been turned on by you all day today. Its the first time that’s ever happened to me.



It started when we got out of the water, you were drying your hair and I was staring at your cock and mine was getting hard just looking at your soft, limp cock. Your shorts were soaked and clung to your skin. You might as well been naked, even the pink skin of your cock head was plain to see. When you pulled off my towel, that’s why I was so upset. I didn’t want you seeing me getting hard over your nakedness. And tonight when I came into the tent and you were asleep, your fly was gaped open and I was staring at your cock again. Mine got hard again and I turned over to try and get it to go away, but it held firm and I went to sleep with a hard on and thinking about your cock. I don’t think that makes me gay but it sure makes me think I’m not as straight as I thought I was. Looking at your cock makes mine get hard. I’ve fought it all day and just keeps happening. So there’s my confession. What are we going to do now?



Frank was grinning from ear to ear.



“You were pervin on me Billy! That’s a good start for us, how would you feel about a little experiment, Billyboy? I know you trust me, so if I do anything you don’t want me to just say stop and you know I will.”



“An experiment? Go on, spill it”



“I was just thinking that maybe something other than looking at my cock may make you get hard too, What would you say if I kissed you now, not like earlier, I mean a real kiss.”



Why was I excited? I felt like a kid on his first date. Oh god, …I wanted to kiss him!



“Frankie, umm I..I mean…um I think I’ll say okay, kiss me!”



Frankie pulled me close, our groins, bellies, chests and finally our lips touched. I felt his tongue on my glide across my bottom lip and I opened to let him in, When our tongues touched there was an electric jolt from my head to my toes. Lust, passion, flesh, heat, hard cocks poking at each other, fireworks in my head, prickly skin and goose flesh all over my tingling body. Oh god..this feels so good. Our arms and legs were entwined and we broke, gasping for air. I looked at Frankie astonished at what I had just felt in that kiss.



” what..what was that..I’ve never been kissed like that…..Frankie what is it, are you’re crying again Frankie!” “Oh Billy, I never knew…how could anything feel like that,,, that felt so good….it makes me want you more… I will never ever forget that kiss. WOW!”



“Frankie…I need to ask you something, okay?”



“Sure Billyboy, anything”



“Well..umm..this experiment. well…uh…is there…is there…um…anything else besides kissing in it?”



Frank grinned, “oh I think we can come up with a few other things, he reached down and felt my hard cock. Seems that looking at my cock isn’t the only thing that get’s you hard. Let me have your hand, I want you to feel what you do to my cock”



I took hold of Franks big fat cock and it was so hard I could barely move it and it felt so good in my hand, so warm, soft as velvet and hard as steel. This was feeling way better that I could have ever imagined. I was ready to do anything he asked of me. I loved the feel of his long, lanky, hard body against mine As we lay there not an inch between our bodies and lips Frankie puckered up and gave me a little peck on the lips that just about wrecked me. I shook and trembled. That innocent little kiss, playful yet so full of love and the promise of things to come, told me more about how Frankie’s felt for me than that first lightning bolt kiss of a few minutes ago. All my inhibitions melted away, I wanted to explore sex with my best friend. All I could think about was how good his big cock felt in my hands when I held it.



“Well, Billyboy, we’ve established that” #1) Billy looking at my cock makes his hard, #2) me kissing Billy makes his cock get hard ….now we need another test in this experiment… here, let’s try this,”



Frank moved and straddled Billy’s hips his butt sitting on his groin. His hands started rubbing and kneading Billy’s chest and pecs, soon his lips and tongue followed. When Frankie’s lips found a big hard nipple sticking out from his pecs he lightly bit it between his teeth bringing a loud shout from Billy. He continued and soon was biting at the other nipple making Billy thrash around on the air mattress. Frank reached behind him and felt Billy’s cock and said…



“#3) biting Billy’s nipples makes Billy’s cock hard.” “Billy, the rest of our experiment requires that we both be naked for the remaining tests. Is that satisfactory with you?”



I felt Billy’s body bridge up with me atop him and he shucked his shorts down to his ankles.



“I’m done, your turn Frankie”



I rolled off him, shucked off my shorts and sat back atop his hips. Billy’s eyes got very big as he stared at my cock waving around above his stomach. My cock fascinated him, trance like he stared as his hands moved to hold it still, he wrapped both his hands around it, fondled and jacked it gently, awestruck as a kid with a long awaited new toy. His hands worshiped my cock, caressing, fondling it as if it might break. I had to asked him to let go so I could move my butt back lower onto his thighs and began tracing my tongue over his fantastic six pack of muscles and then to his navel. As I caressed and kissed, his body shivered and trembled.



I raised myself to trace my hands over the taut muscles in the space between his navel and his pubic hair. What were love handles of fat on men out of shape, were tight, hard muscle on Billy and they veered in from above each hip and pointed the way to his now very large, very hard cock. It lay pressed against his stomach and was hard to pry away. I kissed my way down the underside, which was now the topside as he lay there, When I reached his testicles I took both into my mouth and pulled hard on his sack, making him cry out in a loud moan, I moved back up to his hard cock and licked and kissed there.



I told Billy I was going to turn around and that I wasn’t deliberately putting my cock in his face but I had to be in this position to get to him and do what I had to do. I told him he didn’t need to do anything to me, just lay there and let me love him. With that said I lowered myself and took his cock into my mouth, Billy cried out and his body jerked, but I kept sinking his cock into my mouth and throat. As it hit the back of my throat, I gagged but raised up and let the spasm pass. It didn’t take me long to figure out how to get that big thing down my throat.



When my lips reached his pubic hair and pressed hard against his pelvic bone he groaned louder than ever. A long “OOOHHH FFRRAANNKKIIEE” came from deep within him. My constant deep throating and swirling my tongue around the crown soon had Billy yelling “I’m cumming, pull off, I’m cumming. I sank his cock deeper into my throat and worked the muscles there massaging that big cock. “ooooooohhhhhhh Frankie here it comes oh FRANKIE!!!!” Billy was spraying cum everywhere, it seeped out of the corners of Franks mouth as he tried to swallow it all.



Frankie had lost himself in the act of bringing Billy to climax, when he raised up to kiss Billy again he saw cum all over the side of Billy’s face. He had climaxed and hadn’t realized it he was so lost in his Billy’s pleasure. He licked Billy face and asked Billy if he wanted to taste his cum, Billy took his face in both hands and kissed him deeply savoring the salty, metallic taste. “Oh god, Frankie you took it all, it was all in your throat. I’ve never had a girl take it all even in her vagina.. That felt so incredible. I can’t believe it.” Frank broke their silence,



“#4) a blow job makes Billy’s cock get really hard.”



Billy giggled, pulled frank to him and said…



#5) Frankie makes Billy’s cock get hard, and Billy loves it. And Billy loves Frankie too!”



Frankie flipped over and again spooned against Billy’s back. One arm around his chest and one hand holding Billy’s always hard dick.



“Oh Billyboy, you have no idea what you have done for me tonight. I was so afraid that I would lose you when I told you how I felt. God I love you so much. I loved you as a kid but I fell in love with you a couple of years ago” “Damn, what a hunk of man you are” My cock may never be soft again. Your big body fits so well against me, think you can sleep with a hard cock poking at your butt?”



“mmmmm oh yeah as long as you hold me like this and it’s your big hard cock that’s poking me, I can do anything Frankie.”



As we were drifting off, Billy mumbled…



“Frankie, is there any of that weed left for tomorrow?”



“Sure Babe, we’ve go more than we’ll need, for sure.”



“mmm I just wanted to be sure I could get you back into this mood tomorrow in case you forget. Frankie I’ve always loved you since that first day of school when we met. We’ve been best friends and now we’ve discovered a new way to love each other. What I thought was so wrong two days ago now feels so right…I love you Frankie”



“And I love you my Billyboy” G’nite Babe.”



A little before sunrise Billy woke and squirmed, rubbing his body against Frankie. It felt so good, but Billy woke with a mission. He turned and slid out of Frank’s arms and slid down to nuzzle and kiss his body, sucking his nips got Frank awake and groaning with pleasure, Bill let his tongue trail between Franks pecs down his flat taut stomach to his pubic hair. Taking hold of his prize he licked and kissed Frankie’s big cock. Licking the pre cum from the slit. Bill had decided that he really did like the feel of Franks cock, so warm, so soft and so hard.



He put the head to his lips, took a deep breath and he thought, this is Frank, my Frankie, and I’m putting his hard cock in my mouth and I want him to cum in my mouth. I want to feel him shoot his semen in me, taste him. Looks like I am queer, well it’s certain that I’m queer for my Frankie, no doubt about that.. He sank his mouth onto that soft hardness until his lips circled the base and were buried in pubic hair. Frank yelped and thrashed about.



“Oh Billyboy, that’s amazing, oh Billy, oh Billy, take it, take it all, eat my cock.”



While rubbing Frank’s testicles one of Billy’s fingers slid into the crack of Frank’s butt and brushed against his butt hole. There was a sharp intake of breath from Frank. As Billy kept sucking, his finger returned and started playing around his hole. When Frank told him to pull of, he was about to cum, Billy wet the finger and stuck it into Franks butt as far as he could go. Frank screamed and showered semen all over Billy, himself the mattress. Billy tried to swallow it all but there was just too much. He settled for what he could swallow and lick from Frankie’s cock. Frank pulled Billy up and wrapped him in his arms tightly, shuddering from his orgasm.



“Oh Billyboy, that was the best orgasm of my life. No one could ever take me where you just did. That was the best ever. Just stay with me and we can feel like this forever, Wow!” “My Billyboy is a born man lover, and such a stud!!”



I don’t have a clue as to how I knew to do what I just did to Frank. I’ve never even seen a porn movie of a cock being sucked. It just came to me naturally. Wow! It really is a turn on to give my Frankie that kind of pleasure. His cock had fascinated me all day now it was mine. I just claimed it with what I had done. His cock, his very special cock, created a memory all it’s own today. I would never forget this day, this cock, this man..



We woke around nine, Frank spooned to me kissed my neck gently as I moved in his arms stretching and pressing against his body..



“Morning lover…”



“Morning Frankie, what a night, you okay?…



“I feel as if my heart will leap out of my chest at any moment, I’m happier than at anytime I can remember, the person I love most in the world is laying in my arms..I’m fine! how about you?”



“I’m sort of in shock to tell the truth. So much happened yesterday and last night. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would wake up cradled in your arms and be wanting you to make love to me over and over again. I had to have these feelings for you hidden somewhere in my subconscious mind. I just never dreamed man 2 man sex could be so hot. I just want to have you by me and naked all the time with me holing your cock I can’t imagine any thing more than last night. What surprises do you have planned for today, Frankie?”



“I don’t know, maybe I can think of a few more things to add to our great experiment of things that make Billyboy’s cock hard, that sound alright to you?”



Billy giggled, “it wasn’t but just a few hours ago that I was yelling at you to stop talking about my cock. Now that’s all I want to hear from you. We do need to drive down and take a shower at the Ranger’s station, but first What do you want for breakfast……besides that Frankie”



After their breakfast and shower the were back at the campsite and had decided to go out in the boat again, and maybe try some fishing. This time they paddled in the opposite direction than last night and soon were casting their lines and fishing. No luck catching anything big enough to eat so they rowed back toward camp, as Frank was pulling the boat out of the water, Connor and Steve the two guys from last night walked up.



“Hi guy, been fishing? Steve asked…



“yeah, no luck though, must be too warm already, around dawn is the best time to fish. What are you two up to today.”



Just then Bill came out of the tent walked over and said hi to the guys and came over and wrapped his arms around me and stretched up to kiss my neck. It was like peeing in the bed as a kid. This warm feeling started spreading all over my body, I bent down and pecked his lips lightly, we stood there my arm over his shoulders and his around my waist each holding tightly to the other. I caught Billy staring up at me and he blushed. Connor cleared his throat and said …



“maybe we’d better go back to camp, we don’t want to intrude on you guys.”



” No, no Billy said, sit down, pay no attention to us. we like that touchy, feely stuff. Hope you don’t mind. Want a beer anyone? “



“Three voices chimed “yes I do” to my beer offer.



I got four out of the cooler. Frank pulled out a blunt and asked, you guys ready for this.



“Sure as long as we don’t run you short, last night was the first time in years that we smoked and we sure had a good time after you guys left. We were wondering if you two would like to have dinner with us. Grilled chicken and corn on the cob with a baked potato.”



“Yes, Bill” answered that sounds great. A lot better that more Tuna sandwiches. We’ve got a couple bottles of white wine here, want us to bring them over too”



Steve laughed “you ever know two gay guys who would turn down wine!”



Bill smiled to himself..Not even gay for 24 hours and we’ve been asked to dinner and are taking gifts of wine. Connor looked at Bill and said..



“Bill, what is it, you look like your having a party all by yourself over there.” Bill laughed and said…



“Connor, it’s a long story and maybe I’ll save it for after dinner. There’s something we need to clear up about last night with you guys. We hope you’ll think it as funny as we do, and it may help you understand my odd behavior last night. What time should we be there.”



Connor said that they liked to eat early especially when camping because that gave them more dark hours to be naked and in bed.



Bill blushed and Frank grinned, “sounds great to us too.”



About an hour later a very mellow Connor and Steve wandered off to their campsite. It was hours yet before we were due there for dinner. I guess we knew what they were up to. I was about to suggest the same to Billyboy but he was tugging on my hand and heading toward the tent.. for some reason I thought of my Dad. He had a favorite tape he used to play of this song from the 70′s or 80′s called Afternoon Delight” and he told me once that it was all about being in love and having sex in the afternoon. All I remember of the tune now is …”skyrockets in flight… Afternoon Delight!.” My Billyboy makes me feel like a sky rocket when I shoot off. He’s become an insatiable tiger in bed. He pushed me back on the air mattress and jerked my shorts off and dove into my crotch. This is the same guy who just a few hours ago had a fit because I was kidding him about his cock.



I know I’ve gone stark raving mad. I can’t get enough of Frankie’s’ cock. Me, the straight arrow guy from yesterday, craving Frank’s cock in my mouth, my hands, I can’t get enough of how it feels. And the smell at his crotch drives me wild, I had to be some kind of latent repressed gay man to be this crazy over having sex with Frank. Whatever it is, I love it. Just thinking about the feel of his naked, body pressed to mine gets my cock rock hard. I just want to lay in bed naked with him all the time. As I crawled up between his legs I looked up to his face; his crooked little smile and the love in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He wanted me to take him and he wanted it now.



I fondled his big cock loving the velvety skin covering his hardness. I licked the dewdrop from his tip and ran my tongue around the underside of his glans, bringing shivers to his body. With his glans in my mouth I looked up to his eyes, he nodded slightly and I sank his length into my mouth and throat until my lips were pressed against his pelvic bone. Frank groaned and thrust hard into my throat. I backed up to the glans and plunged back to his root. Frank was becoming frantic thrusting, moaning crying out my name, he placed his hands in my hair then caressed my cheeks as my head bobbed faster and faster. Once again I sank down to the root and ground him hard into my throat and his body tensed, rigid and his orgasm rushed out of his cock filling me with his semen as he cried my name over and over.

Sated for the moment, we lay there with his softening cock in my mouth, my head on his hip and my arms pulling his body closer and closer, Frank reached for me to pull me up so he could kiss me, taste his semen on my tongue and feel our bodies meshed together. As our kiss ended he looked into my eyes.



“Billyboy, you’re incredible, each time you’ve done that it get’s better. You make sex the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever known.”



Billy grinned sheepishly at him. “Can’t help if Frankie, I love the way your big cock fills my mouth and fills my belly with your cum. I get off on making you cum and call out my name. Just thinking about this big wiener gets me rock hard. Don’t you ever stop having fun with my cock, no matter what I said yesterday, because I’m gonna be having fun with yours that’s for sure.”



Frank said “speaking of fun with your cock, it’s time I started.”



Billy smiled and told Frank : “uh Frankie…we may need to wait a bit, okay….I kinda shot my load when you started shooting down my throat…sorry!”.



“Really, you shot you load just doing me? Wow that’s hot Billyboy, that’s really hot. And don’t be sorry. That’s just about the biggest compliment I’ve ever received. You getting your rocks because you made me get mine. That’s real a turn on Billyboy.”



We drove back to the Ranger Station for another shower and were kidded by Ranger Bob about all the showers we were taking. We told him if was the fish smell we had to get off us.



He said “yeah, catching fish, this time of day, go figure.” and winked at us.



We dressed in clean shorts and tees and headed over for dinner with Steve and Connor. We got to their site in just a few minutes and Steve yelled out “Ahoy there mateys” again as we got out of the boat.”



It wasn’t long before we had dinner and were sitting around the fire, bellies full, sipping wine and passing and dragging on a blunt.



Connor asked “okay guys, what’s this mystery about last night that you’re going to clear up, huh?”



Frank looked at me..”this was your idea to tell this so have at it Billyboy.”



I blushed and started telling our story to the guys. “When we were here last night we were both really ripped on the weed. And Frank decided to pull my chain and rile me up when you asked how long we’d been together. I don’t know if you noticed how nervous and on edge I was. The reason is that we weren’t gay”. Both Steve and Connor’s eyebrows shot up and their mouths fell open. “The truth is we have been best friends since we were 10 but we were not lovers until we got back to our tent last night” Both Steve & Connor had astonished looks on their faces…



“Steve said “I thought something wasn’t quite right last night. When Frank kissed you, there was some tension between you two then.”



I laughed “tension is putting it mildly, I had never thought of having sex with a man and was not believing my ears when this Doofus here told you we were Gay!”



He was telling me to play along while he was trying to kiss me, I was too stunned to resist at that moment. We’ve been best friends, go out every weekend looking for women and this butt head tells you we’re gay! Well we had quite a discussion, me yelling at him in whispers as we left and then back at our camp we were laughing and cutting up smoking more. I came up with a plan.



Yesterday after we went swimming I started getting hard watching Franks cock while he dried his hair, embarrassed and not wanting him to see, I started for the tent. As I passed Frank grabbed the towel from my waist and I was terrified he’s see my cock getting stiff. I made it to the tent, put on some shorts and he starts in about how my dick has grown since he last saw it in Jr. High. I get mad and he tells me he’s just teasing and having fun. I tell him to stop having fun with my cock and immediately knew that I’d said it wrong , but Frank says that he’d have to have fun with it before he could stop. That just made me madder.



I decided that the only way to stop him was to give him back the same treatment so I put on a body shirt and biking shorts and got Franks attention. The more I flirted the more he liked it. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. Finally the beer and the smoke got him sleepy and he went to bed. I stayed by the fire waiting for him to go to sleep. He was asleep when I entered the tent an I saw that his fly was open and there was his cock again and I stared and got fully hard this time. I couldn’t figure it out and turned away from him and finally slept.



The next thing I know, I wake with Frank’s hand on my crotch, just holding my package, not moving. Then my cock starts getting hard. He moves his hand, feeling and checking out my hard dick then comments on its size and wants to know why I’ve kept my big cock a secret from him.



Then Frank confessed his love for me and that he had been this way for a couple of years. I was stunned, couldn’t even respond to him. He begged my not to hate him and I just laid there unable to speak. He took it for rejection and rolled over away from me. I pulled him back and told him it was okay, I couldn’t hate him if I tried. As I was telling him how I had never had any gay thoughts it dawned on me that I was lying to him. That’s when I told him about getting a hard-on staring at his cock twice.. He started grinning like the Cheshire cat and comes up with an experiment to find out what other things make my cock hard. Trust me, it’s a long list.



So to wrap this up. Last night was the first time either of us had had sex with a guy. I can tell you for certain that it will not be the last. The best sex of my life prior to last night pales in comparison to what Frank made me feel. I plan on us being up late tonight, I just can’t get enough of him. So you see, we lied to you last night and we are sorry for that but without that little joke of Frank’s, we might have remained friends but without benefits if you catch my drift. If we hadn’t met you last night it might have taken years for us to make love. So we hope you forgive us, because we will always remember you. Your simple question about how long we’d been together got us started. I hadn’t thought about it but we must have looked like a couple to you or you wouldn’t have asked that question. Guess we weren’t as straight acting as we thought we were.



What matters though is we managed to get together and I am so happy we did.



“Wow, that’s quite a tale” Steve said.



“A story to tell your grand dogs” Connor added.



“If we get too nosy just tell us. But I’m curious, did you do oral or anal or both last night” Steve Asked



“Oral only” we both said at once.”



Frank added, we really don’t know what we’re doing. “It just sort of comes to me when I stick my face in his crotch.”



“Well, Frank” Connor said..”it’s about the same when you stick you face up his ass. It’ll just come to you.”



“Wait, I’ve got a gift for you, I’ll be right back.”



Billy and Frank had a quizzical look of their faces as Connor ran back and handed Frank a small brown paper bag. Frank looked in and broke in to a big grin.



“Thank you Connor this is so nice of you, we thank you, from the heart our bottoms”



Everyone laughed at Franks joke. The bag held a new bottle of strawberry flavored butt lube! Frank looked to Bill smiled and said



“I’m going to eat you alive tonight Bill”



As the Sunset deepened we rose to go back to our camp. We thanked them for the Dinner, the gift and for getting us moving toward each other last night. Frank held up the brown bag and said



“We’ll name the first two after you guys, Steve & Connor.”



Bill blushed a very deep red at that comment. We agreed that they would come to our camp tomorrow and eat with us. Gay for half a day and we already have a gay couple as friends.



When we got back to our camp the sun had set and darkness was closing in. The Full Moon was already out and starting it’s trek across the night sky. I lit the firewood and we soon had a comfortable blaze going. Frank brought us beers, picked up a chair and sat it down right beside mine. He sat down and took my hand and just held it, we looked at the moon shining on the water and were quiet. Every so often one of us would squeeze the others hand just a bit, reaffirming our connection or raise them up and kiss the back of the others hand. I realized that I was content. There was no where I’d rather be and no one I’d rather be with. A big sigh escaped my chest.



“What’s up, Babe” “you okay” Frank asked.



“Frankie, I’m so okay it’s freaking unbelievable. I was just thinking how content I am. This place, the new ‘us’, how much I crave sex with you. I think about that a lot. You are one sexy man. oops, I’ve started getting hard just thinking about you again.”



“Well, Billyboy just say the word and I’ll shuck off these shorts and you can stare at my cock as much as you want. Anytime, Anywhere. I really like this new sexy side of you. I hope you keep perving on me. It’s such a turn on for me to have this stud muffin wanting in my pants. You know I’ve always loved you Billyboy, but being ‘in love’ with you is so freaking good. I know what a risk I took telling you how I’ve been feeling for a while now but it was time. And it worked. When you started telling me about staring at my cock I new we were going to be okay. Then after we made love, oh my god, I never dreamed anything could feel that good.”



Billy squeezed Frankie’s hand while he was talking, He was content and just wanted to get to their bed and be naked with Frankie. He’d never been like this, with women, he wanted out of the bed as soon as it was over. He never wanted to get out of bed if Frankie was in it with him. Then he remembered the gift.



“Say Frankie? What are we supposed to do with that strawberry stuff Connor gave us, got any ideas?



“You are kidding me …right Billyboy?”



“No, I’m not kidding, I don’t know what it’s for. do you?



“Yeah, Billyboy, I do. I’ll give you a choice, I can tell ya or I’ll show ya, what’s it gonna be? ”



Well, I know you’re not going to do something that would hurt me so I’m gonna go with ‘Show Me’ babe.



“This is gonna blow your mind Billyboy, I promise. I need to do some things to get ready so smoke on this while I’m away. I need to run down to the Rangers station and the restroom there. You’re not gonna run away or anything are you”



“Frankie, you’re taking my truck, what am I gonna do row that boat to run away? Beside, If I do any running, I’ll be running to you not away from you. Drive Slowly, I don’t want you getting to know that Ranger Bob any better for a while. He’s kinda hot for an older guy”



“Older Guy” he our age or younger I’ll bet”



“Nah, he got to be at least 30, you know, older.”



Frank grabbed the bag with the lube and headed to the restroom area. Connor was a gem, in addition to the Lube there was a reminder note that the passive one should prepare himself for penetration. He wouldn’t have thought of that but it made perfect sense. Frank was excited and nervous. He had never thought of having anyone fuck him. He never considered that it could even feel good. But he had been looking at Gay Porn on his laptop since he had been lusting after his Billyboy. He knew how to do it and to expect pain, but he wanted Billy inside him. That thought sent a shiver of anticipation up his spine. Billy’s big fat cock up his ass. Oh that sounded good, Billy inside him.. Frank had a huge hard on when he got to the restroom area.



On his way back, Frank detoured and drove to Steve and Connor’s campsite. They were sitting by their fire kissing as he drove up. At first they thought something was wrong but Frank said all was well. He thanked them for the lube and the note. He just wanted to ask them if there were any first time rules or precautions he should take, he told them that Billy didn’t know it yet be he was going to top Frank in a few minutes. They both put their arm around his shoulders and gave him the necessary pointers. He thanked them again and told them that they must exchange numbers before they left. He and Billy wanted to keep in touch with their first gay friends.



Billy smoked the blunt and thought about the new direction his life had taken. He had to admit, he must have been wanting this but had kept it suppressed. All he wanted to do since yesterday was touch and suck on Franks cock, rub their bodies together and kiss him, oh those kisses, Frank’s kisses could get him to do just about anything; He wasn’t sure what this strawberry stuff was for but hoped that he would like it since Frank seemed so eager to show him what they were supposed to do. He heard the SUV roaring up the road and hoped that the Ranger was no where near. They are very strict on the speed limits in the park.



Frank drove into their camp fairly fast, the truck slid to a stop. He ran over to Billy, grabbed his hand and pulled him up and toward the tent. Inside they both stood facing the other slowing stripping of their clothes and teasing the other and kissing just because they could, soon they were naked. Frank told Billy what he wanted him to do and then Billy knew what the strawberry stuff was for. At first he was hesitant about rubbing this stuff on Frankie’s butt hole and sticking his fingers in, but why was it strawberry flavored? He’d heard of this but never ever believed it was possible, how could Frank take his big 10″ cock up his ass.? It just didn’t seem possible. He followed Franks instructions and soon had forgotten his questions and worries. Billy was fascinated with the way Frank felt inside. So hot, so soft. He really got into the lubing and stretching.



Frank looked back at him and said…



” #7) his fingers up Frankie’s but make Billyboy’s cock hard.”



Billy chuckled. “you are freaking crazy, Frankie. … and that makes my cock hard too.”



“Folks we have #8)” Frank laughed.



Frank told Billy he was ready. He turned and lay on his back, told Billy to grab under his knees and push his legs back onto his chest As he did this Frank lubed Billy’s cock and guided it to his entrance. Frank pushed out and Billy pushed in and soon the head popped through the ass ring. Billy Stopped and let Frank relax. Billy leaned over and lightly bit a nipple causing Frank to move on the cock up his butt. Billy moved higher and began a long soulful kiss. Before it was over Billy felt Franks hands on the backs of his thighs pulling him in. Billy’s eyes got big as his cock slowly slid into Frank’s heat. So hot, so soft, so good. The head of Billy’s cock was alive with new sensations, how could anything feel this wonderful?” Frank’s eyes were closed tightly, as Billy descended into him deliciously slow. It seemed like forever before the head slipped past Frank’s sphincter,,,after that the most incredible sensations gradually enveloped his dick. Finally Billy’s balls rested atop Frank’s. Billy ground his cock hard into Frank’s groin locking them tightly together.



Frank’s eyes flew open, the incredible feeling of .fullness overwhelmed him. He wanted more, he wanted it deeper, harder more, more. Billy withdrew and slid back down to grind his cock into Frank’s ass. Again, again. Billy fell into a rhythm as old as time, faster, he moved in and out. With a slight shift in his position he unknowingly changed the angle of his assault on Frank’s ass and began ramming the prostate. Frankie was meeting his downward thrusts, throwing his ass up to meet that cock as it plunged deep onto him.



Billy was lost in the feel of his cock up Frankie’s ass. So hot, so soft, the sensations starting at his glans and ran back through his hard as steel cock entering his body and like a star burst going to every nook and cranny of his body, creating a tingling that filled his body and mind like nothing else ever could. Billy pounded into Frank, both were soaked with sweat, and consumed by their passion. There was nothing outside their tent, the universe consisted of that small space and the joining of their bodies and souls. Frank had progressed to a crazed state. His center, his core was his ass, what Billy was doing to him completely amazed him. How , why..it’s like no other sensation. He needed it, he needed more he needed it harder. faster. “Oh Billyboy, oh Billy…:



He made his need plain enough, Billy grabbed Frankie’s hips, raised on his knees and gave a violent thrust as Frankie gave voice to jagged, soulful moans. Frankie came alive riding on Billy’s cock, he sighed, he moaned, he laughed and yelled…



“that’s it Billy fuck me, oh yeah Billyboy fuck your Frankie, fuck my ass, fuck me Billyboy, fuck me.!”



Then it happened, Billy rushed headlong into climax and joined Frank at the brink. Their ejaculations were nano seconds apart as they spewed cum, Billy’s onto the walls of Frankie’s cock hungry ass and Frankie’s all over their chests, stomachs and a few drops on Frank’s face. Drenched with sweat, lungs burning for want of more air, minds short circuited by such intense sexual pleasure. they both knew that this was the highlight of their sexual life, neither had ever experienced an orgasm like this.. No words or gestures could express what they had felt. They lay together hands entwined stupefied by exhaustion.



As feelings began to return to their mind and body, the first overwhelming sensation was an unimaginable love for their partner. They couldn’t speak yet, they settled for desperately holding each other in a tight embrace, as more faculties were restored, a long soulful kiss was shared. As they gazed into each others eyes they new that somehow that orgasm had changed them. Some time during that act of making love, there was a profound change, a deeper understanding of what they had become. Billy knew that Frankie’s act of submission was a gift from Frank, an ultimate expression of love and trust. He knew that he had to give the same gift to Frank. When they both had shared this gift they would be complete. Already their love had expanded and magnified. They drifted into sleep each holding the other close so that nothing could take them away, They slept.



It was almost dark when they roused still exhausted from the mental and physical workout they had experienced. Billy opened his eyes to find Frank’s smiling at him.



“Hey Frankie, ..what happened to us, that was beyond anything I could have ever dreamed. Do all gay guys go around having sex like this all the time? Geez, when the word gets out about this every man on the planet will be lined up for this. WOW!!!”



“I don’t know Billyboy there must be more to it than just having sex. I think that the “love” part has more to do with it than we know. Whatever…it’s out of this world, huh?”



“Frankie I was watching your face while we were so intense. Did it really feel as good to you as it showed on your face?”



“Billyboy, in a word, yes. There’s no way I can describe the pleasure I felt when your 10″ cock was pounding my butt. Sex wise, It’s the best, most satisfying feeling I’ve ever had. Billy, you are a born top. One fuck and you’ve earned your degree in butt fucking. I have a sore but very happy butt right now..”



“Hey Frankie?”



“yeah Babe?”



“#10) your butt hole makes my cock stay hard.”



Well, Billy, I think our great experiment can stop now if you’ll admit it’s not just the weed that makes your cock hard.”



“Okay, I agree, but can’t we try just one more thing”



“Sure Billyboy anything you want.”



“Uh..I..umm Frankie, I uh I want you to stick your cock up my butt too. I need to feel you fucking me. You liked mine in you so much I just know I’ll be the same as you. I want to give myself up to you, just like you did for me. I love you Frankie, but it wont be right until your inside me too.”



“Oh Billyboy, it’s so hard to comprehend now. We’re together now as never before and it’s so freaking awesome! Having you to want me that way fills my heart. Sure Billy, you know I’ll do anything you want or that will please you. We just have to rest up a bit first, okay.”

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