Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2005 13:19:42 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Best Campout Ever #2 This is a fictional story containing sex between an adult male and 2 nonfamilial teenaged boys. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. You can find my other stories under the Authors section toward the bottom (Xavier L). Please feel free to email me with comments, or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories and/or updates, at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. The Best Campout Ever #2 by Xavier L The next morning we were rudely awakened by 12-year-old Scott who, as a requirement to earn his bugling merit badge, was attempting to play reveille. That by itself would be bad enough, but his butchering of it didn't make me feel any happier about morning having arrived. I was muttering under my breath when I glanced down and saw JC's perfect ass staring at me as he slept. My glance then shifted over to Michael's drowsy form, still rubbing his eyes and obviously wishing he was just dreaming, his cock standing at attention. When he finished rubbing his eyes, he looked over at me and gave me a broad smile. "Good morning," I said. "Unh," was all he could manage in reply. I leaned down and began lightly kissing JC's bubble butt and small back which woke him up. My hand slid down between his legs and along his crack until my fingers were touching his balls. He started to roll over, so I moved my hand. "Good morning," I greeted him. "Can you tell Scott to quit PLEASE?!" he begged. I laughed and good naturedly shook him by his torso. "Come on guys, time to get moving," to which there was a collective groan. "Why can't we just do what we were doing last night instead?" JC asked. Michael's grin combined with the sudden light in his eyes and perkiness demonstrated his agreement. "Sorry guys, not with everyone milling around us. Which brings up a good point. We say NOTHING to ANYONE about what happened last night, OK? Seriously NO ONE." JC was in immediate agreement, but I was concerned about the twinkle in Michael's eyes. "Michael?" I asked, curious and worried. "On one condition." "What? What condition?!" My heart started pounding. "That it isn't the last time," he replied, breaking out into a crooked smile. I let out a my breath in relief, "Fine with me as long as we're not too risky about it." JC chimed in, "Don't we have a long hike today?" I thought about it for a few seconds, yeah, today was the 10-mile hike. "Yeah, a 10'er." Both boys looked at each other with conspiring looks. "What are you two thinking?" I queried. "Well," began Michael, "if something happened to one of us during the hike, a leader would have to bring the boy back to camp. Since leaders can't be alone with a Scout . . . " "We're not talking about something REALLY happening, right?" I asked, double checking. "Of course not. JC or me could easily fake a sprained ankle." I mulled this over for a while. "OK, sounds like a plan, BUT wait for my cue. If it happens too close to camp, we'll have no good excuse to come back by ourselves. If we're a few miles out, we can justify letting the rest of the troop go on ahead." We shook hands on our plan and then got dressed and joined the rest of the troop for breakfast. After breakfast and cleanup, we all prepared for our 10-mile hike. Mike and JC were teasing each other as they packed their bags. I wondered how long they had been fooling around, and then I wondered if they were boyfriends. They just seemed to be too close to each other, and too experienced, for this to be an occasional event. We began our hike. After about 3 miles I nodded to the boys. Mike immediately fell to the ground yelling. A bit too much I thought. I motioned with my hand for him to tone it down. The other boys crowded around him with great concern. "Who's today's medic?" I asked. Tyler came forward and did his assessment and was prepared to do splint Mike's entire leg. I held back my laughter. "Tyler, do you think it might be sprained?" He looked up at me, back at the ankle, "Oh yeah, that's probably what it is." He wrapped the ankle carefully. Richard asked, somewhat hopefully I think, "Should we cancel the hike Doug?" I appeared to think about it. "No, we're already fairly well into it. I can take Michael back to camp, and you guys can go on ahead. I'll need a Scout to go with us though." JC piped in and volunteered. "OK, JC I'll need you to help me support Michael." JC went over and helped his pal up. We put him in between us. "OK guys, enjoy the rest of your hike! We'll see you tonight." They waved to us in return, still a little concerned about their troop member, and then returned to their hike, while we helped Mike hobble back down the path. When we knew we were in the clear, we let Mike walk on his own. Both of the boys were walking ahead of me. Watching their tight asses move as they walked was giving me a hardon. We stopped to take a break. JC noticed the tent in my shorts. I was taking a swig from my canteen when I felt the zipper of my shorts going down. I looked down to find JC fishing my cock out of my underwear. He pulled it out and right away went to work on it with his mouth. I set the canteen down and then put a hand on JC's head as he went back and forth on my cock. Mike didn't want to be left out. He came over and undid my shorts, allowing them to drop down to my ankles. I then slid my underwear down, briefly interrupting JC's marvelous blowjob. JC went back to sucking on my dick as Mike licked my balls. Having both boys working on me at the same time was too much to be able to still stand, so I pulled away and sat down at the base of a tree, widely spreading my legs apart. JC took up position between my legs as he continued working my rod. Mike was beginning to kneel down to join JC, when I tugged at his shirt sleeve. Mike stood up and came over to me, his own tent stretching in front of him. I quickly undid his shorts and pulled them and his briefs down. "Come here," I said, pulling him over me. He kicked off his underwear and shorts and stood straddling my body, his cock jutting toward me. I reached up and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me as I opened my mouth and admitted his cock into it. He braced himself against the tree as he began to fuck my mouth. JC was really going to town on my cock. I pushed part of my middle finger into Mike's ass as I sucked him. As soon as the tip of my finger went in, he began really pumping hard, almost smacking my head into the trunk of tree. I wanted to feed my cock into JC's ass again, so I reluctantly pushed Mike away and told JC: "JC, in one of my pockets is some lotion. Put it on my dick." JC hurried to do as he was told. He found it finally and came over and coated my throbbing cock. Without needing to be told what to do, he straddled my groin and then began to sit down. I held my dick firmly to assist him. When the head penetrated his anus, I almost became dizzy. He kept maneuvering until I was firmly buried up his ass. I slid along the ground so I was lying down, raising my legs to help me pump into JC's ass. "Michael, I think JC needs some attention," I told him. Michael went over and took JC into his mouth. I watched Mike's head going up and down on JC's cock as JC lowered and raised himself on my dick. I reached over and tapped on Mike. He looked at me, and I said: "I want your dick." He came over, knelt over my body so we were in a 69 position and then laid down on me, his cock easily sliding into my mouth as he continued to work on JC's dick. I greedily sucked on Michael's cock as my hands roamed all over his ass and back, any part of him I could reach. JC was moaning fairly audibly while he rode my dick and got sucked by his buddy. I reinserted my finger into Mike's tight hole while I sucked him off. JC began moaning louder "Unh, unh, UNH" and then his body went stiff. With his ass muscles gripping my cock, I could feel his dick from the inside as it twitched in response to his orgasm. This pushed me over the edge, and I shot my load deep into JC's ass. Having milked JC's cock, Michael's attention was now free to focus on fucking my mouth. I could his breath against my belly as he picked up speed pumping in and out of my mouth. I began finger fucking him. His sphincter tightened, clamping down on my finger, and I knew he was close. I shoved more of my finger in and then felt a blast of cum spray into my mouth as Michael had his orgasm. He seemed to have an endless supply of cum. His pelvis was firmly against my face, so I swallowed his load as it kept gushing forth. When his dick finally stopped twitching, I pulled my finger out of his butt. We lay there for several minutes catching our breath and just enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms. I reached out and slapped Mike's ass cheek, and said: "OK, we better dressed and finish going back to camp." As we got back to the trail, I put my arm around Michael's shoulders and leaned down and said: "Next time I want to put something besides my finger in there Michael." He looked up at me grinning and said, "Just gotta get back to camp Doug." I started speed walking in jest which got us all laughing. I knew none of us could wait to get back to camp. There will be a part 3