Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2018 16:08:27 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Chapter 7 This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It'll probably end up at about 20 chapters, even though I've only written 7 so far. I cum multiple times while writing each chapter, so the pages are probably a little sticky. I invite feedback at brad_rent@yahoo.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published. "Wilson Goes to Camp," Chapter 7- Bath "Since you guys won't tell me what happened while I was sleeping on the flight, I'm not going to tell you where we're going tonight," said Marty, still sort of mad at us for not telling him about our jacking off with the couple across the aisle. "I know where we're going," answered Brian, "we're heading for Bath... that's what you said to mom before we left home." "I mean after we get to Bath, dummy," said Marty, playfully slapping the back of Brian's head. "It'll take us most of the day to get ourselves to the hotel in Bath, but before we head for my sister's place in Devon tomorrow, I thought we'd take in a little of the local scenery after dinner and get used to the local flavor of the area." I didn't know exactly where Marty's sister lived, but I knew it was fairly close to the bate camp—close enough for Marty to drive in for the two weekend days he planned to be at camp with me and Brian. "What do you mean, `local flavor'?" asked Brian. "What are you two still giggling about that I missed on the flight?" After a moment of silence, Brian blurted out "Wilson got a boner in his sleep and the guy in the aisle seat across from you thought Wilson was masturbating when all he was trying to do was hide his boner in the waistband of his sweat pants... things got out of hand and that guy's girlfriend got involved and Wilson and I came all over the backs of the seats in front of us... but we got it all cleaned up." Blank, open-mouth stare from Marty. "And the girl sort of took over and sucked the guy and jacked him off so we could watch and before it was over, she fucked him and made him cum inside her and we couldn't help but cum ourselves." Big-eyed, open-mouth blank stare from Marty. "My, My, My! Did anybody else see any of this?" "No, it was the middle of the night and everybody was asleep but us, I think... I didn't even see any of the flight attendants—ever!" Marty shifted his gaze from Brian to me and back again. "Well, I guess you two are a little more out-going than I thought... no wonder that couple couldn't stop staring at you two in baggage claim... if they only knew that you'd both be naked and jacking off nearly non-stop for the next two weeks!" Sure enough, the train took us from Heathrow to the station in Bath. I was beat and slept most of the way. After a short cab ride to our hotel, Marty made a few phone calls while Brian and I explored the suite we'd rented for the night. "Well, there's good news and bad news for tonight's entertainment," said Marty. "I've been e-mailing a friend of mine that lives near here for the past few weeks. We'd planned to meet for a quick catch-up and bate session, but his wife's mother took sick and he had to drive into London—that's the bad news, because Randy's about the craziest fucker you'll ever meet. I was really looking forward to introducing you guys to him; I know you would've liked him and I know he would've liked to see you two naked as well. The good news is that he sent me the phone number for one of his friends that's going to be taking his son to bate camp this week with you guys. I just called him and made some arrangements... his name is Neil and his son is Tristan... anyway, Neil and Tristan are also staying someplace in Bath for a couple of days. He suggested we all meet at a well-known bathhouse here in town to get acquainted. I accepted on all our behalves, so after dinner, we'll head over, nude up and meet a couple more baters tonight. Who knows, there may be even more campers there that we can get acquainted with before camp even starts. I don't know what Brian was thinking, but I had never been to a bath house, but was imagining wandering around naked with other guys knowing both of us liked to masturbate and maybe even he was going to a special two-week camp where that was the main focus—my dick thickened up more than just a bit. I didn't exactly know what to expect, but I was sure I wanted to find out what a bath house was like. After a great dinner around the corner from our hotel, Marty got out his tourist map and navigated us to the "Roman Holiday" bath house about 4 blocks away. Not sleazy at all, the front was modern and inviting and looked like an upscale salon from the street. The lobby was bright and sleek with a waterfall cascading down a glass wall behind the check-in desk. "May I help you gentlemen?" asked a very petite brunette behind the desk with a `smashing' accent. My dick started to get chubby again. Down, boy! "Yes, my sons and I would like to spend a few hours enjoying your famous Bath-Baths," Marty quipped. Her coy smile as she consulted her computer meant she knew exactly what we were going to do tonight—and this wasn't the first time she'd heard that lame joke about Bath's famous baths. "Have you been here before—either to Bath or to our facility?" she asked. "No, we just flew in from the States today and we're in town just for the night. We heard about your place from a friend and want to relax for a bit. "Well," she began, "we have the standard hot and cold rooms as you'd expect, but we also offer a couple of areas you might be interested in that are unique to the Roman Holiday... you may or may not know that we have men-only, women-only, and co-ed sections—all clearly marked. While each exclusive area has hot tubs as well as small pools, the main pools are in the co-ed area—there's one designed for lap swimming and another for just splashing about... are you interested in just one area or both the men-only as well as the co-ed sections? I ask because our pricing depends on your answer," she continued. "I think we're interested in exploring your entire lovely facility, so I think we're interested in the combination," answered Marty without even conferring with Brian and me, "...especially if you'll be in the coed section later," he continued on the corny jokes vein. "Sadly, we're not allowed to mingle with the guests." Sylvia—that's what her nametag said—replied, smiling while checking out the three of us. "Your admission entitles you to a locker to leave your things in as well as free refreshments throughout the facility... we also ask that you fill out these release forms, stating that you understand all our rules and fees and what they cover. Please also note that your admission cost includes a membership fee... that renders us a private club and local law enforcement cannot enforce any local laws, as this is private property. "Laws like what?" Brian blurted out, then turned red as she explained. "Like laws that prohibit nudity or sexual activity in public places... because we charge membership fees, that makes this is private property, and both are allowed without restriction—except for common sense and mutual consent, of course." Sylvia seemed entertained that Brian was embarrassed at her answer. My cock chubbed up a little more, but I don't think Sylvia noticed. "Speaking of mutual consent, I need to see some identification that proves you two young men are above age 16, the United Kingdom's age of consent." Brian and I produced our stateside driver's licenses while Marty perused the release form. "It says here that nudity is allowed throughout the facility—does that include the co-ed portion?" asked Marty. "Indeed, nudity is allowed throughout the facility. All we ask is that you wear a towel when entering the co-ed areas and, while you don't have to keep it on the entire time, please use it whenever you sit down—cleanliness, you know—especially in that portion of the club." Almost at full boner now. "Speaking of towels, you'll find ample supplies of clean towels in each section of the facility... please feel free to place the used ones in the bins and take a clean one whenever you wish." I couldn't wait to get started, but I was pretty sure I needed to lose this boner before I could disrobe or else I'd be the main attraction in the locker room! Just as we were finishing up signing the forms and getting our locker keys, Marty's phone bonged, indicating that he'd received a text. "It's from Neil... he says he and Tristan have been delayed a bit but will be here in about 15 minutes... I'll wait here to meet them; you two go in and I'll find you later. Don't go into the co-ed section until I join you—I want us all to experience that as a group." He added with a wink. While Marty waited in the lobby and continued flirting with Sylvia, the desk babe, Brian and I entered through the door marked `Men's Dressing Lounge' and were struck instantly by how upscale and inviting the space was. `Lounge' was appropriate in describing the area we had entered. There were a number of bays or wings of changing areas off a central circular shower area—very open and modern. There were perhaps a dozen guys in various stages of undress scattered throughout the changing areas. Beautiful tile work adorned the walls and floors, with numerous benches and chairs in each changing bay. Potted tropical plants were tastefully distributed throughout the area, adding a jungle ambience to the place. The shower ceiling was a massive, sky-dome that clearly showed moon, stars, and surrounding high-rise buildings. The occupants of those buildings must have had quite a view of the changing and showering men in the locker room below. I wondered if they also had a similar view of the women's changing/showering area. We wandered past the shower area, where half a dozen guys were laughing, chatting and showering. As we walked by the central shower area, they stopped talking and watched us walk by. We were ogling their naked, fit bodies and they were watching us watch them. The only grown men I had ever seen naked were my step father, Marty, and Mr. Cooper during our Skype interview for bate camp. My heart and my hormones were racing as I had never seen this many naked `big boys' before in one pile—sure, I'd seen other teens like me in the showers after football practice or after gym class, but never so many naked grown men. Three of them had their backs to us and watched us walk by over their shoulders. I immediately noticed their asses—each had a distinct speed-o tan line that telegraphed their mostly European penchant for the small, tight swim suits when they were at the beach or outdoor pool. Four guys were facing us as we walked by—two in their thirties, one twenty-something and one in his fifties or so—all had semi-erections and were proud to show them off. When the three that had their backs to us when we first entered turned around, I was shocked to see that they all were stroking full-blown hard-ons that were even bigger than Marty's!!! I didn't think that possible, but here was the evidence right before my eyes! Each one's balls had retracted to near the base of their cocks, just like mine did when I was close to shooting. While we stopped and stared—me probably with my mouth open—one of them reached over to a guy next to him and took over stroking his dick! I was mesmerized. It wasn't long before rope after rope of white, creamy jizz shot out the end of that massive dick, spraying all over the shower room wall. It ran down the tile and swirled in the soapy water toward the drain as both guys just grinned at us. By now I was so hard that I wasn't sure I had enough skin left on the rest of my body to even blink! While I couldn't wait to get out of my clothes, I was also a little worried that my teenage cock somehow wouldn't measure up with these stallions in the shower. As soon as we had we gotten naked and locked our stuff away, we retrieved the towels from our lockers, wrapped them around our waists—a difficult maneuver since I was already at full-boner (and so was Brian)—and headed for the showers. Just as we were hanging up our towels on the hooks adjacent to the showers, Marty entered the lounge with two other guys and called out to us. "Hey, guys," said Marty before he took in that we were already completely erect, "I see you've already started getting in the spirit... before you go too far, I want you to meet my new friend, Neil and his son, Tristan." Both of the strangers were staring from Brian's cock to mine and back again and only when we stuck our hands out did it break the spell and cause them to look up at our faces. As we shook hands, I realized that Neil was a rugged, stunningly handsome, classic `dad' in a clearly `Bond—James Bond' sort of way, and his son, Tristan, looked about 13. I knew he had to be at least 16 or they wouldn't have let him in, but his youthful look is what struck me initially. "So you guys are headed for camp this week, eh?" asked Neil. "Yes, and you, too?" I asked, shifting my gaze to Tristan. "I can't wait," said Tristan, his voice cracking in excitement. "Well, get your stuff stowed and let's explore this place together," said Marty, breaking the awkward silence that ensued when two boned-up teenagers and three fully-clothed men try to have a civil conversation. "Actually, Tristan and I have been here before," said Neil. "In fact, this is one of our favorite spots to meet friends that also like to get naked in public—we don't have many nude beaches here and the bath houses provide that freedom. They're quite popular here in the UK and this is one of the nicest around." I had read that Europeans were a bit more relaxed about nudity than Americans, and his explanation of a bath house as a replacement for a nude beach made sense. As he described the facility a little bit more, we all moved into the same locker bay where we'd just come from and drew the same stares from the guys in the showers that we had when we arrived. Our boners had subsided somewhat and made the chit-chat more congenial as we waited for Marty, Neil and Tristan to get naked and join us. "Is this your first time at camp, Brian?" Neil asked. "No, I've been twice as a camper and I'll be a counselor this time... this is Wilson's first time though... Did you attend when you were a teenager, Neil?" "No, I learned about the camp from a friend at work who had taken his son last year, but Mr. Cooper, the camp director, allowed me to bring Tristan after a pretty extensive interview... they usually don't let fathers and sons like us in without the dad having prior camp experience. But when my coworker and his son came to our house while my wife was gone and provided more information, Tristan was game. My coworker gave us a glowing recommendation and Mr. Cooper let us in... I can't wait to see what happens." I noticed that by now both Neil and Tristan were almost naked. As they removed their pants, I noticed their beautiful, olive-colored skin with no tan lines, indicating some ethnicity other than bone-pale English and I wondered about their genetic background. As if on cue, Neil looked at the three of us staring at them and said "I see you're probably noticing that neither of us have any tan lines. We have a rather unique ancestry that not a lot of people are familiar with. After the Spanish Armada was defeated in the English Channel, dozens of the surviving Spanish ships fled to the north and sailed up and around Scotland to escape the British fleet, some came around and sailed as far south as Northern Ireland. One by one the crews shipwrecked or otherwise fled ashore and were genetically assimilated into the local populations over the ensuing years... we're descended from at least one of these Spanish sailors. They call those dark-haired and dark-eyed descendants of this group the `black Irish.' Even if we did see the sun enough, we probably still wouldn't have tan lines—Tristan and I love being naked and do so whenever we get a chance... let's head off and we'll show you our beautiful bath house." It took Neil some time to tell this story and all the while, our eyes devoured him and Tristan and their beautiful light mocha skin. It was also a new experience for me to sit close to someone else as they methodically disrobed, appreciating each part of their body as they were revealed. I don't think anyone noticed me studying their bodies as they undressed close up. When I glanced over at Brian, he, too, was mesmerized watching Neil and Tristan get naked. Neil's chest, torso, and especially his well-muscled shoulders and thick neck gave me a new appreciation for the beauty of a body used to years of lifting weights. His 6-pack abdominals were set off beautifully by a `treasure trail' of wispy black hair going south from his navel and disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. Watching his muscles move as he sat down to remove his shoes and socks reminded me of anatomical sketches by Leonardo Da Vinci of musculature of the adult male. When at last he stood up and unfastened the button fly of his jeans (he wasn't wearing underwear), they dropped to reveal a small bush of pubic hair nestled at the base of a magnificent shaft of a circumcised penis, framed by a fat, hairless scrotum that hung down even with the tip of his dick. The glans was enormous, even when soft, and I couldn't wait to watch him stroke that beautiful shaft to thick hardness and hoped we'd see him squeeze those big, fat balls as he came later. I was also pretty curious to see how that foreskin `worked.' Never having seen a dick with one close up, I couldn't wait to see that fat dick-head emerge from its `shroud.' It was with equal fascination that I watched Tristan take off his clothes. While not as muscled as his father, the distinct v-shape to his torso was clearly evident in both father and son. His skin was the same slightly darker shade and covered his nicely muscled young body as well. I noticed that his nipples were darker than his father's and more pronounced, each pouting and slanted down at the base of his perfect pecs while his father's pointed straight out and were small little raisins. I also noticed that Tristan's cock was thinner but longer than his dad's—a pretty impressive dick on an otherwise younger-looking guy. And yes, also uncut as well. Even naked, he still looked 13 to me. Tristan's balls were also fatter than his father's—maybe the same size, but appeared larger because they were present on a smaller frame. In any case, my own erection was returning as I gazed on these beautiful new friends and their thickening, brown genitals. It was pretty awesome to observe these guys close up without their seeming to know I was ogling them. Breaking the spell, Marty offered "well, guys, shall we explore this beautiful place? I think we need to shower first in case any of us want to go into the pools or hot tubs later... last one in the showers is a rotten egg!" All of us were naked now and with Marty in the lead, followed by Neal and Tristan, we headed off toward the central shower area. Where earlier there were 6-8 naked guys there showering, there were only two now and I didn't recognize either one—obviously the ones that were there before had moved on. I didn't see any of them in the other changing areas, either, so I thought perhaps we'd see them again in the pool areas. Soaping up didn't help my cock go down, but at least the others began sporting boners also so I didn't feel so exposed with the only hard cock in the room. I noticed Neil's dick was probably the thickest in the group and the head got even bigger as he got more turgid. The plumb shaped helmet was very impressive. I was reminded of the beautiful, thick dick on the bate-world home page and wondered if Neil was the model for that particular cum-river. Tristan's long, thin dick thickened up nicely and I was glad to see that he and I were about the same size. Marty and Brian wasted no time getting boners either and by the time we headed off toward the hot room, everybody had a cock bouncing and swaying as we walked. I wondered if we would be the only ones in the next room with boners. "No wonder Mr. Cooper let you come to camp without prior experience," commented politically-incorrect Marty, "after skype-bating with him, I'm sure he couldn't wait to get a couple of dicks like these into bate camp!" Everybody laughed at their expense, but they didn't seem to mind... in fact they seemed kind of used to people staring at them naked. Duh. Neil and Tristan laughed Marty's comment off but Neil stopped us before leaving the shower room and entering the main part of the facility. "It's pretty obvious that we're all excited to be here, judging by your and our erections, and that's perfectly acceptable in here, but I would caution you against openly masturbating or fooling around with each other in here... and it's not because it's not allowed. We all signed the release saying anything was OK inside the property, but both Tristan and I have encountered some predatory types of people in here—both men and women—that could try to take advantage if they believe that you're only here to have sex, and open masturbation—and I don't mean the occasional stroke or caress—that'd be ok—could be seen as a signal that you want more attention than you're prepared for. Sometimes there can be quite a scene when there's a misunderstanding. With that, let's go enjoy ourselves... maybe even meet a couple more bate campers! Entering the first large pool area, we were pretty impressed. The room was fairly big, but was cleverly divided into more human-scale, smaller areas, each centered about a water feature of some kind. Immediately in front of as we entered was a large, shallow—about 3 feet deep—pool with a fountain spraying in a fan shape up about 20 feet. It was surrounded by a teak deck, which in turn was dotted with some lounge chairs and some 6-seat round tables with padded chairs as well. Half a dozen guys of various ages were in the pool and another dozen were in twos and threes around the chairs and tables. Some still had their towels around their waist, but most had shed them and they were draped wherever they took them off. Two twenty-somethings on lounge chairs were sitting side-by-side and chatting naked. Most ignored us when we entered, but the two on the lounge chairs looked over and were amused that we all had at least semi-erections under our towels—one or two of us even had full-mast erections. They must have wondered what we had been up to in the changing room/shower. I was trying to hide mine (obviously to no avail) but Brian just pulled off his towel, tossed it up over his shoulder and proudly walked into the area, fully-erect cock swaying and bobbing with every step! The admiring looks when we walked by the two on the lounge chairs didn't help in my quest to get my boner to go down. In fact, both casually gave their own cocks gentle tugs and squeezed their balls as if to signal their interest in jacking together. I was interested and began looking for a place to sit down near them, but it was obvious that Marty and Neil were heading for some other part of the facility. As we moved around to the next `bay' in this large room, the atmosphere changed markedly. It was obvious that we'd entered the hot section of the facility by the steam that hit us in the face as we rounded the corner. The light was dimmer as well, and made for a tropical feel that was invigorating and mysterious. Marty and Neil instantly pulled off their towels and placed them over some deck chairs near the very large in-ground hot tub. The rest of us followers took their lead, but couldn't find three chairs near them, so moved around to the other side of the tub where more seats were available. Also around the seating area were a number of showers that guys would step under, shower briefly, and then either sit in a chair, move on to another section of the club or even re-enter the hot tub. "So this is your first time at camp, too?" I asked Tristan. "Yeah... when my dad's friend and his son came over to our house to talk about camp, I was a bit put off at first. I loved to wank (I just love the Brits and their use of that word), and dad had caught me a few times and was always cool about it—he said it was perfectly natural and that even though he and me mum had sex regular, he still enjoyed a vigorous wank now and then—but I wasn't sure I was ready for an immersive experience like bate camp just yet. I know dad and his coworker talked about this a lot at work and he was ready to commit, but I was not yet convinced. For a few days and weeks after our meeting, we discussed it and eventually decided to go for it. How about you? How did you decide to come to camp? I told Tristan about Marty, Brian and me and our mutual love of masturbation and how their previous experiences at camp led me to decide to come along this year. I noticed throughout our talk that Tristan kept a hand near his crotch and occasionally squeezed his ball-sack or casually stroked his rock-hard penis, especially when I described our mutual jack-off sessions among the three of us before Marty would leave to have loud sex with my mom. I didn't tell him about Marty sucking my and Brian's penises; I wasn't sure he was ready for that part of my story. Throughout our chat, I was intrigued that more often than taking a casual tug on his cock, he seemed especially interested in pinching one or both of his brown, droopy nipples while we talked. Each time he released a nipple after squeezing it, I noticed it markedly erected and stuck out like a small pencil eraser. He caught me looking at his chest and offered, "I see you've noticed my nipples... I love to pinch them while I'm hard. They seem to be directly attached to my penis and whenever I pinch one, I get a lovely little lurch in my pecker... there, see?" Indeed, he'd been rolling a stiff nipple between his thumb and first finger and when he stretched it out and let it go, his cock lurched noticeably, even though his hand was nowhere near his crotch. It was awesome. "It even causes a little bit of fluid to ooze out the tip after I pinch one a few times... there, see?" he said, skinning his foreskin back so I could see the tip of his cock. There a small pearl of clear pre-cum sat on top of the slit. He smeared it all around the head, then tasted the residue on his fingers. I knew I was going to like this guy and I hoped that we'd be placed in the same cabin at camp or at least have a seminar or two together. Looking around the large room, I noticed that we were starting to attract attention as the only two guys in our section of the room with raging boners. "Let's go get in the hot tub... maybe we'll attract less attention if we're in the water," I offered. Tristan gathered his towel up and we headed over to the bubbling spa, pricks bobbing as we walked. There were already two guys in the tub, but it was big enough for a dozen, so we stepped over the top and settled down into the hot bubbles. The two guys already in the tub had their eyes closed and were obviously zoning out to the incredible feeling of the hot cauldron. It wasn't long before the buffeting and heat penetrated my body and I was completely relaxed and mellow in no time. Glancing over at Tristan, I could see that he, too was enjoying the wonderful sensations. Our boners had subsided somewhat, thank God. Tristan broke the silence. "This feels great, but I feel like a Christmas pudding... I need to get out before I pass out." He moved toward the stairs and I followed him up the ladder out of the tub. I glanced up at his round, boyish butt as he took the steps one at a time. I enjoyed a peek at his hanging nutsack and chod from behind and between his legs. I started boning up again seeing that a few couldn't help notice the fine, light brown hairs surrounded the small, wrinkled hole of his anus. I felt a surge in my dick but was able to keep it from sprouting to full erection by concentrating on how hot the tub had been. We re-gathered our towels and dried off. I saw that the chairs we'd occupied when we first came in the room were still vacant, so I headed over there and sat down. Tristan followed and, after spreading his towel out, also sat down in the same chair as before. "That sure felt good, but I was getting pretty foggy in that hot water... I hope it was ok with you that we left." "Don't worry about it," I replied, "I needed to get rid of my boner and any time we spent in there after that was all gravy... in fact, I was getting pretty woozy, too, so it was ok with me that we got out. Besides, I wanted to ask you some more questions before we meet up with Brian and our dads again. "That's exactly what I wanted to do as well... you go first." "Sorry if this is too personal, but since your dad didn't go to camp, do you know how it all works? In particular, do you know that the dads visit us a couple of times during the two-week time period? "Yes, Mr. Cooper explained that pretty clearly during our interview... he also explained the same stuff to my dad. I think the first weekend dad comes in the morning and he and I go off with another camper from my cabin and his dad and we do something away from the group as a whole. Is that what you think, too? "Yeah, my brother said that the last time he was there as a camper, he and his dad—my step-dad, Marty—went across the lake and tent-camped with a first-time camper and his dad. They said there were some rules that they had to comply with and that it was a valuable experience for both the boys and the dads. "What rules?" asked Tristan. "From what I understand, they asked the dads to make sure that the boys had some one-on-one or group masturbation time with the other dad while their own dad was present. That way each boy got to feel and demonstrate sexual feelings with a father figure that wasn't his own relative. Brian said that the timing was just about perfect, since by the time that weekend rolled around, the boys were pretty comfortable jacking off with guys their own age and also with the camp counselors, but this was an opportunity to talk, jack, and cum with both their own dads and another older man in a comfortable, safe environment. In fact, Brian said that he and his cabin-mate were able to pass on some of the tricks they'd learned in that week's camp seminars to their dads... he added that the overnight outing was just about the highlight of the first week. "That sounds pretty much like what I expected... do you know what seminars you want to take yet? I mean have you seen a list of the courses offered? "I haven't seen a list, no, but I have an advantage in that my brother, Brian, who will be a counselor this year, had a list so he could choose which ones he wants to teach or coach or whatever... I snuck a peek at that list and I think I'm going to try a few sports—like swimming, wrestling, and maybe water polo—plus a couple of seminars that I've heard him talk about from his two sessions as a camper... the ones that I'm most interested in are the e-stim and hardware classes... how about you? "Mr. Cooper said that the younger campers are going to get first pick of the available classes, since they're keen to make them feel the most at home; I just don't know all the offerings yet. "If you want to take some together, we can go to the signups together, if that works out and I'll make sure I pick the ones you do... unless you would rather stick with your own cabin-mates. "No, no. That's exactly what I want—I like you and want to make sure we stick together as much as possible." We both giggled when we pictured our naked bodies stuck to each other. Just then, Neil and Marty wandered into our room. They made a handsome couple and I wondered what kind of hanky-panky they'd been up to in the other rooms. Both were sporting semi erections that indicated they'd been having some kind of fun or at least had seen something arousing, but what exactly, we couldn't tell. "We were wondering where you two had wandered off to... you guys interested in the co-ed part of the building yet? We sort of scoped it out just now and most of the people in there are coupled up... we thought it might be more interesting a little later when a few more singles wander in... have you seen Brian? I saw Tristan staring at Marty's hefty semi-hard cock-meat and noticed that he hardened up a little while they talked. "I think we're ok here for now," I answered, remembering that Tristan had said he wanted to ask more questions and I sensed he wasn't quite done. "We were just talking about how we thought camp might go." "Me and your step-dad have been talking about the same thing," said Neil. "Tristan, we're both pretty lucky that we hooked up with these veteran campers... I think their previous experience and insights will help us make the most of our next couple of weeks... I was particularly interested to hear Marty's insights on the first `dad night' after the first week and how that might unfold... It seems there will be an auction in each cabin where the boys bid for the other dads and/or various activities for their group to do." This was news to me, as I hadn't heard Marty talk about any kind of auction. "I've never heard you talk about an auction," I answered, looking at Marty. "What exactly would we be bidding with—we don't have any money... and what exactly do you mean `various activities'... how will that work? Marty answered, "I think this might be the first year they're trying this... Mr. Cooper told me in my dad interview that you campers would be earning points in the sports competitions and from grades in your seminars. Those points will be yours to bid with in the auction... Mr. Cooper thought it'd help increase participation and enthusiasm if there was some reward after the first week, for immediate use during the first dad night. As to the various activities, I guess there are `packages' available for the paired up foursomes, like cabins, canoes, tents and so forth that might enable some groups to overnight together instead of just day trips with the dads... I think he might be on to something!" It was hard (pun intended as I was getting pretty boned up thinking about being in a cabin with Tristan and Neil) for me to picture how all this would work, but it wouldn't be long now before all of us were finding out just how great bate camp might be. We didn't see Brian again until we were just about to leave, and when we found him he had an ear-to-ear grin but wouldn't say what he'd been up to, only mentioning that he'd met two other counselors that were in the bath house to `warm up' for their camp duties. I wondered then if I should clue him in to the strip golf match he and the other counselors were going to play on their first day, but decided to keep that a secret. Tristan and I never had a chance to talk again, so I never found out what else he had questions about nor did I find out if he knew about the last `dad night'—the ritual ceremonial fuck wherein dads and sons got a chance to perform the ultimate man-to-man intimate act in front of all their new friends. I guess time would tell whether Tristan and Neil had discussed it and what they'd eventually do on that very night. I do know that the chance of seeing Neil fuck his son, Tristan—or vice versa for that matter—was something I wanted to witness if indeed it even happened. Another boner.