Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2014 19:49:58 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: Camp Blow By Blow Chapter 4 Niceguy98 ------------------------------- Chapter 4 - Off The Tyre Tracks ------------------------------- "Matthew?" Those familiar red lips curled into a huge smile. I dropped my towel and shower gel in surprise, making a slight thumping noise. Before my brain caught up with my body, I had stepped forward, stuck my arms out, brought the little form up and to my chest and squeezed, hard. He squeezed into me for all he was worth, linking his hands around my neck. "I missed you..." he whispered. "I missed you too, bro." I whispered back, burying my head into his neck. That amazing but familiar scent assailed my nostrils, and stopped my mind whirling for a moment. One endless, shining moment where the universe was the two of us, and nothing else. I sighed in exaltation, but was brought back to earth pretty quickly. Kissing his neck and pulling away, picking up my shower stuff, I whispered, "I'll give you a proper welcome later on!" He sighed in typical childish frustration, which made me giggle, but he continued unpacking. I was in behind the locked door just before the boys descended. Fighting the urge to slide down the wall in shock, I stepped in the shower, grasping at the hand rail. I turned the water on with shaking hands, and the rushing water against my bare back slowly reassured me that I wasn't hallucinating. It would appear that my little Brigade boy had just dropped in out of thin air. I entertained the notion that my frenzied fantasy last night had summoned him for a few seconds longer than I'm proud of, but my rational head screwed itself back on fairly quickly. As the winner of Best Boy, probably the most deserved Best Boy in history, he got first refusal for any spaces in the camp roster, even though he was only in the first year of Junior Section and it was usually reserved for third years. With that logic, I straightened up and returned to cleaning myself. I contemplated jerking off, but decided to save my first boil-over for the talented little monkey occupying the lower bunk. I was probably good for three or four cums if I was careful, and I'm sure Matthew would probably be able to go for hours, given the right persuasion. Smiling, I vowed to give him that persuasion, not that he needed it. My hand was around my dick before I knew it, coaxing it to life and to the precipice of the cliff with an alarming speed. The soap only enhanced the massive edge I was creating for myself, body contorted in sweet, primal thrusting, my instincts attempting to find a sweet, juicy hole that isn't actually there. Still, stimulation is stimulation, though not to the level of a skin-tight warm silken glove... I snorted quietly and unloaded three good shots into the drain, the excess bubbly cum pooling on my finger. I brought it up to my mouth and sampled it. "Hmm. Whipped cream." I whispered, then smiled. Why do people always make their best jokes when nobody is around to hear it? Any opportunity for further mulling was interrupted by a knock on the door. "A queue's developing, dude!" Ryan shouted. "Gimmie a sec." I replied, shutting off the water and grabbing my towel. I towelled off quickly, wrapped the towel round my middle and opened the door. Ryan was standing on the other side, clad in a worn pair of black no-brand boxers, rocking back and forth on his feet, his little six pack contracting rhythmically. His eyes drifted to the edge of my towel for a moment, before he caught himself and looked up. "Took you long enough." he giggled, his light green eyes sparkling knowingly. I slapped his shoulder. "Like you've never spent ages in a shower!" I walked away, but not before "accidentally" letting my towel slip, exposing my hairy butt to Ryan's greedy eyes. I heard him give a little involuntary gasp, and turned around. His face went beet red. I just re-hitched my towel, dropped him a wink and mouthed "Have fun!" From the healthy 13 year old bulge in those tatty boxers, he was guaranteed a pleasurable ride. Pushing Ryan from my thoughts for the moment, I opened the door to the main room. Wee Tom was lying on his bed, shirtless, towel at his side, fiddling around on his phone. His pliable arms tensed as he tapped and swiped at the screen. His little puppy fat lined torso jiggled slightly and his brown nipples stood erect in the exposed air. Callum was still clothed apart from his shoes, leaning over the bottom bunk yammering away to Matthew as he helped him make his bed. Matthews t-shirt had ridden up while he was reaching for the far corner of the bed, revealing the small of his back. Despite the fact I had been up close and incredibly personal with his entire body, the little glimpse of that smooth flesh made my cock tingle. As I walked over to my bed and pulled new boxers on, Callum and Matthew exchanged glances and giggled. Wee Tom didn't even look up. I was happy that the two of them were making fast friends, in the way only little boys can. The Junior Section boys were going to a different activity from us, then we would be swapping around after break, so, after we all had showered and dressed, Matthew and Callum headed for the lake, while the rest of us headed up the hill to the abseiling structure. Turns out, Ross and I were the only ones who were confident/crazy enough to attempt the vertical wall, while everyone else stuck with the safer 45 degree wall. Despite the fact I had known him for all of my school life, and had a crush on him for most of that, he had an insanely hot girlfriend and wasn't the least bit interested in me. I wasn't too bothered though. She was extremely lucky to have him, and I knew for a fact they were at it like rabbits, because I was the one he had come to for advice, both emotional and "practical", despite the fact I had never so much as sniffed at a girl. But I digress. A group of 20 slightly sweaty/sodden boys reconvened in the lunch hall three and a half hours later, panting from exertion and adrenaline crashes. The sandwiches and sugary supermarket cola kept us buzzing, while Andy and The Captain downloaded their cameras to the Company laptop. A little paranoia can be a good thing. Matthew wanted to sit next to me, and, since I hadn't seen him for a while, I agreed. As he ate his sandwich, he leant into my shoulder. We exchanged smiles and I whispered to him, "How are you holding up?" "My leg still hurts a little bit, but I've got a wicked scar!" He rolled up his trouser leg, and proceeded to show me an angry red circular dent, on the right side of his kneecap. I gasped. It was practically a duplication of my own scar, left by that infamous rope swing. I rolled up my trouser leg to confirm it, and Matthew giggled too. "Now we're scar brothers too!" I laughed, "We need to think of a good story as to why they're matching." From the look on his face, and the way he was fiddling with his necklace, I thought he was having a flashback, but he was just deep in thought. "How about we say we were both escaping from prison, and the guards shot at our legs to try and stop us, but we limped out together, even with bullet holes in our knees." he finished with a flourish, tapping his scar for emphasis. I giggled a little, putting my arm over his shoulder. "Great story, little man. Much better than my real story." Surprisingly, no flippant comments were made regarding us. Even Ian restrained himself. As soon as we had finished, Matthew grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door invitingly. I took the hint, but let go to prevent anyone seeing. We walked along the path together, and Matthew smiled up at me. "What've you been doing for fun since I last saw you?" he giggled. I smiled down at him and noticed the little bulge at the front of his tracksuit. I knew I could tell this little guy anything. "Well, I played Truth or Dare with Callum, Kyle and Craig! And I had a little... "fun" with Callum in the bushes last night!" I whispered. He stuck his tongue out and grabbed my butt. "Well I wouldn't mind playing a little Truth Or Dare with you guys, but I want you on my own first!" I squeezed his shoulder. "No arguments here!" In no time at all, we were in the cabin, shoes kicked off. As soon as I sat down on the bed, Matthew had jumped on top of me. He obviously didn't want to waste any more time. His butt landed in my crotch, and his lips landed on my lips. My cock pulsed happily at being reunited with that beautiful ass. It had been far too long. As much as I wanted to let the little horn-dog do whatever he wanted with me, I really didn't think it would be good to be caught in this kind of position. I pulled away from his lips a little. "Not here, little man." He rolled off me, and stuck his tongue out, legs over the side of the bed. I placed my hand on his back. "I promise you can do whatever you want to me, but later on, when we won't get caught. Maybe, when everyone else is in the swimming pool, since I forgot my trunks." "Okay. I forgot mine too!" he whispered, turning into a giggle. I could tell he was disappointed, but I didn't want to run the risk of getting into trouble. His eyes widened, then looked up at me excitedly. "Oh, I almost forgot!" he laughed. "I've got a surprise for you later on!" "Ooh," I vocalised, intrigued. "Could you give me a clue?" "Not a chance!" he snapped, slapping my leg. "It's a really good one!" I smiled a little, but any further banter was cut off by the arrival of Ian. "What are you guys doing?" he sneered, shooting me a poisonous look and Matthew a suspicious one. I was about to raise my voice in reply, but Matthew beat me to it. "What's it to you?" he asked, evenly and without betraying any emotion. "Well," he began, "I'm just trying to ensure there's no 'homosexual' behaviour in the cabin, and that you aren't trying to convert little kids to follow your twisted ways." I had always suspected that Ian was homophobic to some degree, and had held me in open contempt for some time because I had come out, but this was the first time he had ever openly challenged me on it. He probably felt emboldened by the fact we were alone, and in a vaguely compromising position that only family members would normally be in. I stood up slowly, drew myself to my full height, which wasn't hard, and spoke slowly and calmly. "Do you really see yourself as some kind of 'anti-gay' patrol? Because, if so, that is entirely against not only the code of conduct in the Boys Brigade, but also the law of the land. The fact that you are part of some twattish cult that barely follows it's own rules does not give you the right to discriminate. Whether someone is gay or not is and should be complete immaterial, and I should be afforded the same rights and protection as any other member of society. You cannot simply 'convert' someone's sexuality. It is what it is." Ian's mouth tightened. "Now. If we have a problem, I shall be informing The Captain, and I will insist that the matter is taken to the highest level possible, and you can expect a dishonourable discharge on the horizon for actively discriminating against another member. If not, you shall leave the both of us alone, and speak to us as little as possible for the rest of the time we are here." He maintained eye contact for a moment, before turning tail and storming off to his room. I fired a parting shot. "Besides, you wouldn't know a gay man if one came up and sat on your head!" His door slammed so hard the entire cabin shook. Matthew looked up at me, a scared puppy look in his eyes. "How did he know?" he whimpered. I put my arms out and he stepped into them, rocking gently on my heels. "He doesn't, little man. He just doesn't understand how a guy can love another guy." He sniffled a little. "How difficult is it to understand?" "I know, I know. He's really stupid, and extremely closed minded. Don't worry about it." He looked up at me and smiled. I leant down and whispered in his ear. "Besides, last night I rubbed my dick on his pillow!" Matthews eyes widened and he giggled sweetly. "Maybe we should kiss on his bed later on as well!" I gently swatted his butt. "You dirty little monkey! I like it!" After that little dust-up, the two of us couldn't wait to head for the hills. Matthew, being raised by a father who works in an outdoor centre, managed to wangle his way around the age restrictions they normally imposed on biking, and got kitted up alongside us. The course took us at least 5 miles out of the complex, around twisting country roads, walking tracks and steep, winding hiking tracks. You can't replicate the feeling of flying down a hill, wind in your face, spokes spinning, cries of unbridled joy emanating from your companions and yourself. We stopped about halfway for a snack break, and, while everyone else was sitting around, nursing bruises and jarred backsides, Matthew announced he needed to pee, and so did Kyle. They walked out of sight together, giggling and whispering. I gave myself a minute before following them, downing the last of my cola to make it look legitimate. I quickly retraced the boys path, and came to a little copse of dense bushes backing onto a huge felled tree, inside which I could hear quiet, high pitched giggling. No boy lover on earth could resist investigating those sounds, so I spied an opening in the bushes and pushed them aside. I smiled at the sight that confronted me. Two little boys, pants around their ankles, crossing their pee streams as they hit the root of the tree. Their little butts were perfectly shaped, clenched at the pressure against their bladders. My bladder was full and in need of release, so I steeled myself and walked up to the side of Matthew to fish out my boner. "Hey, guys." I said casually, pulling back my skin to better aim my slit. They jumped a little, their streams cutting off momentarily in shock, but when they saw who it was, they resumed peeing unfettered by embarrassment. They did, however notice my struggle with my erect appendage and peeing. I wasn't doing a very good job of keeping a consistent stream on one spot. "You, erm... Need a hand?" Kyle giggled, to a snort from Matthew. "He needs a hand in more ways than one!" Matthew replied. I just laughed, squeezing the last vestiges of pee from my bladder before shaking off. Déjà vu began to overwhelm me when I felt a little hand encircle my cock, along with a few other things. I looked around to see Matthew holding my cock, with Kyle standing beside, open mouthed. "Am I missing something here?" Kyle whispered, "Was there some kind of dare contest I wasn't told about?" "Oh yes!" I giggled, as Matthew began to stroke my cock, "But that's not till later on!" Looking at Matthews grin, I really didn't want to stop him, but I had to. I gently grabbed his hand and whispered, "We should probably get back." There goes that déjà vu feeling again! The two of them looked disappointed, but I smiled at Matthew and said, "Don't worry, you can do whatever you want later on!" I let the two of them bound ahead. I emerged a minute or two after them, but not before carefully adjusting my dick for the ride home. Every time Matthew and Kyle rode in front of me on the way back, all I could think about was those beautiful clenched behinds, to the exclusion of everything else, almost to the point of crashing on a cattle grid. After that, I tried to keep my head in the game. Thankfully, it wasn't too far back to the camp. We gave back our bikes and helmets, and trooped back to our rooms for dinner. The people who fell in ditches had a shower first. Then, we all went for dinner. It was bland curry, but plentiful, and we were all so hungry we didn't care. There was hardly any chatter, just the constant, almost mechanical sound of food being shovelled into mouths. We all finished quickly, and while Matthew and I pitched in to help with the clean-up, everyone else went and got changed for swimming. It didn't take long to sweep the floor and clean the tables, but by the time we were back at the cabin, everyone else had gone swimming, leaving the two of us alone, with two hours to kill. 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