Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2018 16:09:36 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Chapter 8 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. Chapter 8- "Wilson Goes to Camp"- Meeting the Fam The next day, Marty, Brian and I drove an hour or so from Bath and pulled into the circular gravel drive in front of a pretty, older country home with ivy growing over one half of the brick walls. The thatch roof showed that it was probably over a hundred years old and I couldn't wait to see inside. Marty embraced the attractive middle-aged woman who greeted us at the door and he introduced her as Millie, his sister. I could see the family resemblance between her and Marty. I loved listening to her and Marty catch up with each other and their cute lilting English accents were enchanting. As they separated and she took his arm to lead him deeper into this very cute house, I noticed she pressed an ample breast against his arm. He glanced down appreciatively at the 3 inches of cleavage between her full breasts and I wondered if he'd ever handled those tits himself. Anyway, it seems her husband, Will, was at the office, but he'd be home for dinner later. She showed us to our rooms and told us to make ourselves at home and that lunch would be in about an hour. Brian, of course, had been here before, and showed me around the house and property while Marty and Millie continued chatting away. At lunch, the conversation turned to our plans for the summer. "So, Brian and Wilson are both going to camp tomorrow?" she asked. I wondered just how much she knew about camp. "No," Marty replied, "Brian will drive himself tomorrow and I'll take Wilson the next day... Brian will be a counselor again this year but this is Wilson's first experience, so he won't go until the rest of the campers show up the next day... if you don't mind, could you ride with Wilson and me so you can drive Brian's car back? That will save me an extra trip over there if I don't have to also deliver Brian. "That'll be no problem at all... in fact, I'll ask Will if he'd like to take a day off from work and go with us... we can make a day of it if the weather's nice." Marty and Millie shared a momentary glance and smile that indicated there was more to this exchange than it seemed. I wondered if she knew this camp was for boys and men to learn about their and each other's cocks. I also wondered if there was more to their relationship than the classic brother and sister. We spent the rest of the day re-packing—Brian and I wouldn't be needing all the clothes we'd brought from the states since we'd both probably be mostly naked for the next two weeks—and chatting with Millie. When her husband, Will, came home from work, driving his `jag-you-arr' (I just love the way they say that word), I was surprised to see he was a quite a bit younger than his wife. When Marty and he embraced, there was that sly smile again that Marty and Millie shared when they talked about spending the day together after dropping me off at camp. Will was tall and lean and blonde—just like his namesake, Prince William, only he had long, wavy hair instead of going bald... he also appeared to be in his early or mid-30s with a very athletic build. At dinner later, the conversation turned to the upcoming trip to drop me off at camp. "So the drive over to the camp should take about an hour... what time does Wilson have to be there," asked Will. "Maybe we can plan our day around that. "They'll have lunch for the campers beginning at noon and I thought we could drop him off right at 12, then the three of us can head off somewhere and get something to eat," replied Marty. There was that `insider smile' that belied another meaning. I looked over at Brian to see if he'd caught any of this innuendo and he was shoveling food in his mouth like he'd never eat again—completely oblivious. I thought I'd get nosey and see if I could figure out what was going on here among Marty, Will and Millie. "So how did you and Millie meet, Will?" I asked. "Actually your step-dad, Marty, introduced us... he and I were coworkers and Marty set up a blind date for me with his sister, Millie. We hit it off right away and the rest is history, I guess." "Where did you two work?" I asked, innocently. "Well, we actually worked for two separate companies in the same office building over there in the states, but became acquainted on short elevator rides, sack lunch hours in the park across the street, and the occasional late-night `only-one-in-the-office' occasions... our individual companies had glass-fronts in the foyer areas and when it was all dark at night you could see through to the other's work space and see who was burning the midnight oil. Our similar accents played a big part in our early attraction—remember, Marty grew up in England and even though he'd moved to the US as a young man, he hadn't lost all of his accent. I was on a work visa after college and was still a British citizen, so as fellow Brits, we hit it right off. "Also we shared the same gym down the street an eventually became jogging and weight training mates," added Marty. "People sometimes mistook us for brothers, even though I was 15 years older. An exchange of glances told me all I needed to know for now. I could pretty clearly imagine Marty being attracted to this young, eager fellow Brit, even though he was an employee at another company. As they got to know each other over casual conversation and the occasional `peek' while working out or showering, I understood fully how they probably discovered their mutual love of their own and each other's bodies. What I couldn't quite conjure was Millie's knowing glances whenever there was an innuendo of more. What was her part here? I fully understood two virile males, whether they be straight or gay, showing interest in each other's naked bodies, but how did Millie play into this? Was she fully aware of whatever was between her husband and brother? Did she `play' at the same time? I'd have to ask Brian later if he knew anything about his dad and Will. All I knew was that there was something there that had my curiosity piqued. Breaking the silence that followed my epiphany, Marty interjected, "It's nice of you and Will to put us all up now and me specifically until camp's over... it would have been a real headache to try and arrange lodging for me going to and from camp for the two weeks. I know the boys appreciate having a place to dump some of their stuff while they're away, too... after camp's over and Wilson's mom and sister arrive, we'll stay for a day or two but then be out of your hair while we head for the Lake District." After a momentary pause, he added, "Hey, why don't you and Will see if you can get away and join us... it might be fun for the whole crowd to take a trip together." "Oh, it's no problem having you all here... we're glad to provide a base as you all come and go (there was that sly glance again) and we're looking forward to meeting your new wife and step-daughter. Will and I will talk about joining you all on your holiday trip and we'll let you know what we decide in a couple of days—we haven't been to the Lake District in years and that might be just the thing for us as things have been a bit hectic of late. Later when we were finally in bed and waiting to fall asleep, I asked Brian, "Hey, what's up with dad and Will? Did you see them glancing around while they were talking about how they met and all?" Brian hesitated for a second but finally answered, "Yeah, I noticed the looks and I wondered if you'd noticed, too... this is a family secret that I know you'll understand, but you can't ever talk about it with anybody else, OK? "I promise... you know I can keep a secret, bro... have I ever talked about us messing around with each other and dad? Come on... spill!" "OK. I used to listen to my mom and dad argue for a while during the last year or two that they were married. Although she knew from the first day of their relationship that dad was, in her view, bisexual, she couldn't seem to understand that although he craved cock, he had never loved any another man like he loved and cared for her—it was all just about the sex with guys. It was the issue that finally split them up. "What do you mean `she knew from the beginning' that he liked dick?" I asked. "I overheard when they argued that he had told her before they were married about his uncle taking him to bate camp and that he was a confirmed penis worshipper. She claimed to have accepted his need to fool around with other men, but couldn't deal with it any more. I don't think there was a specific event or time that drove her away—at least she didn't mention one in their shouting matches—it was just that she couldn't deal with it any more. I was putting two and two together here and realized that he must have also told my mom all about his `penchant for penis' before their marriage and that she was OK with that as well—maybe even enthusiastic about it? Hmm. "Had it affected their own sex life?" I asked, returning to the issue at hand. "Maybe he wasn't paying enough attention to her." "That wasn't it at all... she seemed fine with the frequency and quality of their sex life, just didn't want to share his cock anymore, I guess... by then I understood that dad wasn't going to change—in fact, I'd become just as much of a penis lover as he was; I knew I couldn't have changed—and that was that. Mom knew about me, too and thought of me as a dick-loving clone of dad, so she gave up custody of me as well. "Was the divorce at about the time dad and Will met? Was that the relationship that your mom resented?" "I don't think so... Will was special to dad; that was obvious, but he never had Will over to the house that I know of and I think all their dicking around was always on work time... and besides, they'd been coworkers for years before mom left, so if Will was the problem, it would've happened much sooner... you can't tell anybody else any of this, ok? "OK, I promise... just a few more questions though... how did dad introduce Will to his sister if they were both in the US and she was over here? "Millie had come to live with us for a while in the States, then got an apartment of her own across town and it was when she was in the states that dad introduced them... they got married over there and only moved back here to the UK in the last few years. "OK. Only one more question," I said. "It's obvious that Millie knows dad and Will fool around—I could tell from their banter and her smirks when any kind of innuendo comment was made. Do you think Will and/or Millie know about bate camp and what we're about to do? "I know Aunt Millie knows about dad and his bate camp experience in Italy with their uncle. I've heard her talk about that uncle and his frequent visits to Millie and Marty's house and his special interest in dad... Millie even calls him `horny Uncle Vic' when she talks about him, an obvious reference to his masturbatory attentions toward dad. She maybe even watched or whatever when Uncle Vic and dad had their special `penis time.' I think Aunt Millie is one of those women who enjoy watching—and helping—men have sex with each other. To answer the other part of your question, I am pretty sure she knows—and maybe even participates—in dad and Will's jack sessions and knows all about bate camp and what we do there... I heard them talking about it when we stayed with them a few years back when I was still a camper. They're just not talking about it now because you're here, probably. At last the day had arrived. Brian had taken dad's car and driven himself to camp the day before. I knew that Brian was probably mostly naked right now playing that round of `strip golf' that Mr. Cooper told me about and I got a bit hard. Marty, Millie and I lolled around the house most of the day. It was fairly uneventful except for a brief period after lunch when Marty found me in the back yard—`garden' as they call it over here—and quietly asked me if I was ready for camp. "Sure I'm ready, but I'm not sure about how much Aunt Millie and Will know about what bate camp actually is—they haven't said a word that would indicate either of them knows where Brian went today and where we're going tomorrow. "Rest assured that they both know all about bate camp... remember, Millie was around when my uncle took me to my first camp in Italy. She witnessed Uncle Vin and me fooling around at a pretty early age—I think she was only 12 or 13 the first time she saw my and Vinnie's dicks. At first, she thought she was spying on us and that we weren't aware that she was watching through keyholes and such, but of course we knew and it just added to our arousal knowing she was watching. Vinnie's visits were so frequent that over time he split his time diddling me and Millie alternately but never together. She has admitted that while Vinnie didn't get her maidenhead, he did just about everything else... she's probably the first girl who had ever swallowed a gallon of cum before she ever got fucked... Over the years since, she and I have talked and developed a special relationship whereby she accepts and even eagerly participates whenever I masturbate with other men... she has joined in many times when Will and I fool around. Don't misunderstand—there's no incest going on here—she never touches me and I never touch her; it's just that she gets aroused watching men do each other; especially if one—in this case Will, her husband—is engaged with both her and another man... in this case, me. Did you ask Brian about this stuff last night? "Actually, yes... I saw the glances between you and Millie and Will whenever any sort of comment was made about the past. I asked Brian if he saw them too and he assured me that everybody knows about camp and the three of us... the fact that she participates with you and Will is news to me and is making me bone up a little bit here. "I thought as much," he said, glancing down at my crotch. "Brian asked me to talk with you today if we had any alone time and I guessed this was what was on your mind. Since we're laying everything on the line here, I might as well tell you that Will is just as dedicated a masturbator as you, me and Brian are. Mind you, he's never been to camp, but I know he'd like to attend someday—maybe as your `dad' if you go again next year. We'd have to OK that with Mr. Cooper since Will has never been to camp himself, but I think we can get him in, especially if you're willing to let him be your `dad.' We'll see how things work out. He's been on his best behavior since we got here on your account... no one wanted to weird you out right off the bat. He interpreted my silence as fear or trepidation when it was actually my mind racing a mile a minute trying to figure out how I could toss off a load of jizz with Uncle Will before we left for camp! I was all in and couldn't believe my luck being accepted into this family! "Don't worry, no one will say or do anything until after you get back from camp... I think Brian, Will and Millie are planning something when you return that will be both a `welcome home' and an initiation into the family that you probably won't soon forget—try to act surprised, OK?" I couldn't wait to get to camp and now I also couldn't wait to get back!