Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2020 23:23:27 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Chapter 35 This is a fictional story of my entry into orbit about my penis. I thought Chapter 34 would be the final chapter of "Wilson Goes to Camp." I couldn't help myself... there's more to say, I guess- - sorry. On the positive side, I figure I got to cum about 75 times while writing it! The pages are probably still a little sticky--sorry. For those that stuck it out `til the bitter end, thanks. Please write; I love feedback: brad_rent@yahoo.com. Oh yeah... and please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published—and I get to keep cumming! Chapter 35- The Aftermath In the previous chapter- - originally intended to be the last installment- - I promised `adventures for another story.' Well, there is one last part of "Wilson" that ought to be told. Besides, it'll provide a great transition to the next phase of my sexual journey, so here goes. The story of Tristan and me attending `bate camp' wouldn't be complete if I didn't describe the second half of our welcome-home party- - the part that happened later in the week. I think I did a pretty good job of recalling the first part of that celebration in the last chapter, but since camp had been shortened by a week, my mom and sister were not planning to get there until the original `end' of camp; therefore they missed the impromptu, early celebration- - and all the fucking and sucking that characterized that event. By the time mom and sis arrived 5 days later- - my sister's name is Jill, by the way- - the `crowd' had dwindled to just me, Marty, Brian, and Uncle Will and Aunt Millie, of course, since we were staying at their large home near Bath. That's not to say we'd had 5 days of `celibacy' while waiting for their arrival. Far from it! First, we had a most memorable `good-bye fuck'- - an all-out orgy, actually- - as a send-off for Sylvia the next morning. Although she had a preference for sex with the girls in the house, everybody with a cock got it sucked or got to stick it in one of her holes! What a girl! Even though I had technically gotten to fuck a girl once- - Tristan's mom, by the way- - I still hadn't had my penis in a girl's cunt all by itself yet... you'll recall that my `first' fuck was alongside my step-dad's cock inside Dierdre's slimy pussy. Sylvia will go down as my official `first penetration' all by myself. That's not to say it wasn't just us there having sex... our fuck was witnessed by half a dozen others; in fact, knowing this was my first `solo,' they made quite a big deal of watching me slide my rampant, throbbing dick into her sweet pussy while everyone else stood around `helping.' By helping, I mean squeezing, prodding, pinching, fingering or otherwise assisting both of us as we coupled, came and parted. I was now officially a complete bisexual fucker, I guess! Then, when Tristan's `randy' Uncle Ted and his Aunt Fiona left that same afternoon, another orgy ensued... and yes, Uncle Ted managed to get his penis into either a mouth or other orifice of everyone else left in the house. Including mine, I might add. By the time Tristan and his parents- - Neil and Dierdre- - left the next day, that `good-bye' fuck was a more subdued, extended affair- - but equally satisfying for all present. For the first time we were able to take our time and ensure everyone got thoroughly `used' and was able to cum at least twice each; Aunt Millie and Tristan's mom, Dierdre, probably felt most `special' as the only two women for various `invasions' of 5 rampant cocks and tongues all over their persons; rest assured that sperm flowed in and on everyone before Tristan and his parents finally drove away- - fully sated one and all. We actually did take a day off... well almost. After helping clean up the house and doing laundry and some gardening, Uncle Will put on a video that caught all of us by surprise; soon everybody was naked and at least masturbating, if not fooling around with each other. It seems he had spent quite a bit of time installing cameras throughout the main rooms of the house in anticipation of our homecoming- - placed surreptitiously so as to be virtually invisible, but able to fully capture every nook and cranny of the main lounge, library, kitchen and entry. The split-screen images allowed him to select and zoom in on any and all scenes at will. Before long, all five of us were quite aroused at the various hot, naked couplings we saw replayed for our viewing pleasure- - this time on-screen; not merely in our individual memories. We re-lived the previous three-some couplings of the weekend's party and again marveled at the number of holes Uncle Ted visited among us all. It no doubt would become a video that Will and Millie would view often! It ended up almost like `where's Waldo' but more of a `where's Ted's penis' adventure. Instead of an all-out orgy during this screening, Brian and I merely masturbated watching while Marty fucked Will- - again- - who in turn fucked Millie until all of us were fairly spent- - again. The day mom and my sister, Jill, arrived, we were all dressed and behaving ourselves. Marty had driven to the airport and picked them up, arriving home about noon. Over lunch, we chatted about the flight and vague generalities about camp and Jill's upcoming riding camp and all - - never mentioning being naked or masturbating or anything- - per Marty's strict instructions. They were pretty beat after their red-eye flight from the States; by mid-afternoon Marty, mom and Jill had retired for a jet-lag nap. I know Marty and mom were actually having a little `afternoon delight' in Marty's room while Jill retired to the room Tristan used to occupy- - the one on the other side of the `jack-and-jill' bathroom he and I were sharing before he left. `Jack and jill'... get it? I guess now it's a `Wilson and Jill' bathroom. Har. OK, here's the part of my story that I've never told anybody before: my sister wasn't as innocent and `pure' as everybody else in the family thought she was. Back at home- - before I even had the Skype interview with Massey to come to camp, something happened that I've never told anybody... but I'll tell you now as background for the next day or two around the house. You'll remember from an earlier chapter that I came home early from school and overheard Marty and my mom talking on the phone- - where I found out that Mom knew EVERYTHING that was going to happen at camp, including my probably getting fucked by both Marty and Brian on `dad's day.' About that time, Jill came into my room when I was alone and asked- - in an intense whisper, I might add- - "Wilson, mom and dad thought I was asleep in the back seat of the car yesterday but I was just faking; I knew they were talking about you and they didn't want me to hear, so I pretended to be asleep. I couldn't hear it all, but I did hear them talking about the camp you're going to this summer... I think I know, but I'm gonna ask anyway... I'm sure they called it `bate camp'? I'm guessing that's `bate' like in `masturbate' and not `bait' as in fishing bait, eh? And before you make something up because you think I'm too young or innocent or stupid to talk about it, I know what masturbating is... I also know you and Brian do it almost every night! Stunned silence on my part. Still whispering, she continued, "...and I guess you should know that I masturbate too... but what I can't figure out is what masturbation has to do with your camp..." My head was swimming; all I knew was that I didn't want this conversation overheard. I quickly closed the door, then whispered back, incredulously, "You're only 13! What can you possibly know about all this? Have you been spying on Brian and me?" More whispering on her part. "I'm almost 14 and I know more than you think! I hid in your closet a few times over the past year to see if it was true what kids said at school... I've watched you and Brian play with each other's penises over there on his bed, so don't deny it! I didn't know what to say; in my silence, she babbled on. "At first, I felt naughty spying on you guys, but after a couple of times, it made me get all hot watching your penises get hard and all and I wanted to join in... I couldn't very well just burst into the room, so I found myself playing with my cunt while you guys played with your cocks. When you groaned and squirted that white creamy stuff out at the end of your cocks- - that's what you call them, isn't it- - cocks? Anyway, I tried to cum at the same time you guys did... when I did, it felt all tingly and just like I squirted at the same time, only nothing came out. It felt really good... and I've done it a lot since then. I talked to Susie at school and she said that it's called an `orgasm.' When boys do it, sperm comes from their testicles and squirts out of their penis; when girls do it, though, it feels the same but nothing squirts out- - at least for most girls... Susie says some girls wet themselves a lot, but most don't. In case you're wondering, I don't... squirt that is. I just stared at her open-mouthed- - some of this was news to me- - and was making me thicken up just a bit thinking about girls cumming and some squirting and some just getting wet and all. I adjusted my thickening penis; Jill noticed. Thinking back to what she said a minute or two ago, I choked out "what did you mean when you said `what kids said at school'... did someone talk about me and Brian beating off together? Is that what you meant? Who else knows about that? "No... nothing like that... some of the girls said they heard from their brothers at school that you had a big penis; I just wanted to see it for myself. I didn't expect to see both you and Brian you playing with your cocks... together... certainly I never thought I'd see you both with erections! I think you guys call your penises `cocks,' don't you... at least I heard you call yours that; Brian likes to call his a `dick' I think... anyway, I got to watch you guys two or three times since then and I want to know more... so what will you do at `bate camp' anyway? And why are you touching yourself down there now? I thought about what she said; I remembered the looks I got in the showers and all and how it seems that my dick got bigger than the other guys earlier than theirs did. I guess the rumors spread throughout the school. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed when school started again in the fall or proud. She stared down at my crotch and I'm sure she couldn't help but notice the bulge in my shorts. I decided I'd better tell her what I knew or else she'd go blabbing to mom and Marty about what she saw us doing in our room. Also, I thought I'd better tell her about boners and guys and how they happen and sometimes can't be helped. Kinda like now! "OK... Marty- - Dad- - went to bate camp when he was my age; Brian also went for a couple of years two or three summers ago- - and he's going again this summer as a counselor. Brian and dad told me all about it; here's everything that I know, OK?... I think there will be a bunch of guys my age at camp; everybody gets naked often- - maybe all the time- - and they do a lot of masturbating. Together. That's all I know. I'm supposed to talk to the headmaster online or something this weekend when you and mom go horse riding, so I don't exactly have many details right now... except that it makes me get hard whenever I think about jerking off with a bunch of other guys- - and that's what bate camp is all about... at least that's what dad and Brian say. Sometimes my penis gets hard when I imagine being naked with other guys and sometimes I don't even know why it gets hard- - like now! Does that answer your question? I adjusted my boner a little more. Having her stare intently while I touched my boner was getting me hotter somehow. Jill continued, but didn't stop looking down at my crotch. "Well duh! I figured out that much. Marty- - Dad- - told mom in the car that you'd learn all about what makes your penis get hard and what makes other guys get hard too; he also says you'll learn tricks to make it feel better for someone else when you do it together, too. But it looks like you already know all that from playing with Brian's. "Well it sounds like you already know more than me!" I blurted out, no longer whispering. We calmed down a bit and returned to intense whispering; sometimes through our teeth. Jill's turn. "I don't believe that for a minute... you and Brian masturbate a lot; I know he's told you all about what to expect when you're at camp... I just want to know more about how it all happens. And before you suggest it, I am NOT going to ask him about this... I'm talking to you because I know he tells you... and you're my brother. Besides, I can see your penis is hard and that this is making you get excited. See?" She pointed at my crotch and the thick sausage of my dick pointing over to the left in my shorts. I'd even started to leak a little and a wet spot was growing near the tip. She had me there. "OK, I'll tell you what... after my interview next week, we'll talk again. I should know more then; I'll give you a more intelligent answer about what happens at camp after I talk with the camp director... OK? "OK," was her reluctant answer; I could tell she wanted more right then. Her gaze never left my hard-on. My God, I thought... does she want to touch my penis?!? "What else?" I asked, adding in a more desperate sounding voice than I intended, "I can't tell you what I don't know!" I didn't let on that Brian told me that at the end of camp there was a `dad session' where some man-son bonding happens- - bonding as in `all-out fucking' if they want to... I also didn't say anything about Brian planning to fuck me then either. That had better stay a secret... at least for now! After all, Jill was too young to know about fucking... wasn't she? But she sure was staring at my cock! "I can tell you're still hiding something," she continued. "Look at your penis there... it's still hard and now it's wet at the end. I can't believe that just by asking you and talking about this stuff that you're all excited like this... there must be something else you're not telling me that's making you get hard... even leaky. I babbled or stuttered something that I don't exactly remember... I don't remember now because of what she did then! Without so much as a `Wilson may I,' she reached over and firmly squeezed my mostly erect penis through my thin shorts! SCHAWING! it went to FULL BONER! My brain registered many things all at once: "Holy shit, that feels good!... Crap! This is my SISTER handling my hard penis... Oh God, there goes another gob of pre-cum leaking out!... Now I'll have to change pants before dinner!... Man that feels good!... Oh no! If she doesn't let go, I'm gonna cum!... My SISTER is squeezing my hard dick!... What exactly did she see from our closet?... Man that feels good!... Is this the first boner she's ever felt?... What if she doesn't stop soon?... Oh God; I hope she doesn't stop!... I stood there open mouthed, looking down at her small hand firmly gripping my now-rock-hard dick; absolutely NONE of those thoughts came out as actual words from my mouth- - whispered or not... I remained silently enjoying her ministrations of my leaking dick. What a pig! This is your SISTER, you pig! I remember thinking that she probably sensed every exclamation mark as it registered in my lust-filled brain! Also, I'm sure she saw every one of those thoughts flash across my face as if it was on a marquee showing stock prices flying by! "Oh my, it's getting bigger and bigger, Wilson... How about if I move my hand like this? Or if I do this with my other hand? Are those big things in there your balls? Does that feel good when I squeeze `em? Ooh, everything feels so tight in there... don't you want to let it out? Here, let me help you... The flashing thoughts continued. "Oh God... now she wants me to take it out!... I'd be so embarrassed for my SISTER to see my hard penis!... I can't stand this; if I don't take it out, I'm gonna shoot cum in my pants!... SHE'S PULLING DOWN MY ZIPPER!... That's MY PENIS sticking out there!... She's still got it in her hand!... If she doesn't stop, she's going to see my sperm shoot out.. Oh God, here it comes!!! Aarggg! Before I knew it, sperm was jetting out of my cock and landing all over her little hand and wrist, her shirt, her shorts, her shoes! In no time, I'd shot 10 or 12 long, slimy ropes of white-hot sperm that was now dripping down her whole front and onto the floor! I'll just skip ahead and spare you the details of the cleanup that followed. That was an abbreviated description of the first time me and Jill `had sex.' And it wasn't the last time either. In the month or so between then and when I left for camp, she got more and more bold about wanting to see and handle my penis and making it cum. Brian wondered, and even asked me once "say, bro... you haven't seemed as interested in bating with me lately... are you worried about camp? I made up some excuse about not wanting to waste my sperm or something, but the truth was Jill was getting it all! She absolutely marveled at her power to make me hard any time she wanted; seemed awestruck that she could make it leak pre-cum by just stroking the shaft a few times and squeezing my nuts a little; but mostly she couldn't get enough of watching semen shoot out the end of my boner. She even started counting spurts out loud. I even started counting with her! Like `The Count' on Sesame Street! `One squirt... two squirts... three squirts... You get the picture. Even today, I count every ejaculation I see; whether it's my own or in a porn video or in person. I can't help it. "There's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... wow!, 8, 9, 10! What a man!" If it's my own ejaculation, I go "Man that was quite the cum-load... I hope someone else was watching and counting! What a stud! You're a pig! We didn't have much time before leaving for camp, but during those few short weeks, we'd progressed to where `mutual masturbation' had become our favorite pastime whenever we were alone- - which wasn't very often as it ends up! Brian had to get up early most days- - he had a job at a Jiffy Mart and had to be there by 7, After he showered and left for work, Jill sneaked into my room almost every day and got me hard. `Mutual masturbation' can mean a couple of different things, so let me explain. For us, it meant watching each other masturbate ourselves while watching the other do the same. Although it probably would have been OK with Jill for me to touch her cunt, I didn't want to go there just yet. I was content to watch her work my cock and balls- - even diddle my hole now and again- - but I was content to watch her work her own holes for my viewing pleasure. Our favorite position was lying on my bed in a modified `69' position where our eyes were about even with each other's knees. With that somewhat close-up view of each other's genitals, we both got quite a lesson in what makes the other sex achieve mind-blowing orgasms. For the first couple of times, Jill had me shed my tighties so I was naked from the waist down while she hiked her nightie up to her armpits. That way, she could see me work my cock and balls- - and even touch my own hole now and again- - while I had a nice close-up view of her little pink slit surrounded by soft, blonde hair. Sometimes she would run a spit-covered finger up into herself, plunge in and out a few times, then take it out and slowly insert it- - now all slimy and wet with her juices- - deep into her anus. This usually brought on her orgasm; she shook and jiggled for a moment or two until she was spent. In addition to the closeup views of her sweet little crack and small dark butt-hole, I was mesmerized as she pinched and mauled her budding white titties and cute brown nipples, making them jiggle and quiver when she came. Watching her diddle herself and pinch her nipples usually got me off. After I shot sperm up onto my t-shirt- - we both counted in unison, by the way- - she usually tip-toed back to her room before mom and dad even got up. The last couple of times before we left, Jill got bolder, completely removing her nightie- - I guess being naked felt just as good to her as it did to me- - and getting as close to my crotch as possible when I shot. "I want to taste your cum this time," she announced one time. "I know you squirt a lot- - and I don't want all of it- - just one jet right in my mouth. "Wouldn't it be easier to dip your finger in the puddle on my chest once I finish and taste it that way?" I asked. "Eww," she answered. "I don't want to play in it; I just want to taste it straight from you. "OK... I guess that'll work," I replied, not knowing how that would work at all. We did our best, but if you've ever been a `squirter'- - most guys are when they're 16- - it goes wherever it wants; it's pretty hard to aim each squirt once it starts shooting out. Sure enough, Jill squatted down on the floor in front of me while I sat on the edge of the bed. She squeezed my balls while I worked my hard cock. When I felt the cum coursing up from my balls, I told her to get ready. Our plan was for the first squirt to go right into her mouth, then I'd shoot the rest into my t-shirt, now at the ready in my other hand. If she wanted another taste, she'd use her hand to pull it away from the t-shirt and direct squirt 6 or 8 or 9 into her mouth again. So much for plans. Squirt one hit her square between the eyes. She jerked back from the force of the blast. I tried to raise my up t-shirt to shield her face; at the same time, she brought her free hand up to block the next jet and it knocked the shirt out of my hand. Squirt two went wide and plastered her cheek, dripping down onto her right titty. I felt sure I could do better on the next shot and adjusted my aim. That one went wide in the other direction, placing a white-hot rope of jizz onto her chest above her left tit. It ran down and started to drip off the puffy nipple. SUCCESS- - the next shot went right into her wide-open mouth! That was the good news... neither of us expected that the force of the ejaculation would plaster her tonsils with such force and it caused her to gag! She coughed and cowered and bobbed and weaved like a boxer taking blows while the next 6 shots splattered all over her. The bottom line was that she got her taste of my semen, but the cleanup was quite involved. Somehow, we figured out ways to let Jill taste my cum- - straight from my cock, by the way- - by having her put the head of my dick right in her open mouth so that the first jet went in at an angle away from her tonsils and she could pull away before jet number 2 shot out. That worked like a charm; after that, she claimed she loved the taste of my sperm and we tried to get some into her mouth whenever we could manage it. But I digress... let's return to that week in England. As I said, Marty and Mom were in their room, probably getting `reacquainted' after lunch. I don't know where Brian was, but as Jill moved up the stairs toward her room for a `nap,' she turned and winked at me and gave a nod that clearly meant I was invited to sneak into her room through our shared bathroom and maybe give her a little taste of my jizz- - sort of a belated `welcome back' treat. Anyway, that's what I thought it meant. I couldn't wait to tell her all about my week at camp. I waited a while for everyone to settle, then quietly snuck upstairs to my room. I didn't know how much time we'd have, so I got naked and squirted on a little of Brian's aftershave. My cock was rock-hard instantly, anticipating getting to watch Jill work her cunt and getting to shoot some cum into her cute little mouth. Almost as an afterthought, I picked up my discarded t-shirt to help with the mess I expected we'd make; I tiptoed into the bathroom. She had closed her door- - as I expected- - and as a precaution, I put my ear to the door and listened. I thought I heard a small murmur and some rustling; I imagined she'd started without me and was probably just now probing her holes and squeezing those sweet little titties waiting for me to arrive and help her over the edge. I quietly pushed the door open and peeked into the semi-darkened room. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I couldn't believe my eyes- - and my ears! There on the edge of the bed sat Brian- - completely naked- - with his dick pointing straight up against his torso, balls quivering and bouncing with each stroke of Jill's little hand on his thick, hard penis. "Come on in, bro," said Brian quietly, "where have you been? We've been waiting for you... get over here and let's get this party started!