Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 21:42:30 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 9 Niceguy98 ---------------- Chapter 9 - Pups ---------------- I looked to Alex, thinking that he'd want first dibs after being away for so long. He just smiled and grabbed Matthews shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss. I smiled and beckoned Oscar over. "You're so hairy!" he whispered, as I sat down on the floor with my bare bum, shivering slightly as I made contact with the cool linoleum. "Well, Scotsman generally are." I smiled, as he put his hot little hand on my chest, sending shivers down my spine, straight to my cock. Oscar noticed and giggled a little, before looking at me meekly, with his most seductive puppy dog eyes. "C..Can I touch your doodle?" he stammered. By way of an answer, I took his hand and placed it on my shaft. His hand instinctively closed around it, swiping some of my precum off the head of my dick, shooting electricity through my entire body. I could see that his delightful appendage was just within touching distance, and I took the fact that he was jacking me off quite fervently as an invitation. When I made contact with his little doodle, far from being scared or reserved, he actively moved so our sides were touching, just so I could get better access. Having his noodly appendage available to my whole fist now, I began to stroke in time to his strokes, settling into a nice comfortable rhythm. Grinning at Oscar, I stole a quick look around the room. Peter and Tom were behind us with Matthew and Alex, having their dicks expertly manipulated by my boy's veteran mouths. From the way they were looking at each other, with eyes half shut and tongues hanging out, they were seriously enjoying the attention. Oscar released my cock and whispered "That looks fun." Looking down at him, I whispered "Want to go and surprise Alex and Matthew?" He nodded vigorously, grabbing his cocklet and squeezing, hard, deepening the red on his bullet. "What do we do?" I pointed at Matthew. "Do you know how to suck someone's doodle?" He looked at me like I was insane. I winked at him, showing I meant nothing by it. "Well, go work your magic on Matthew, and I'll work mine on Alex, okay?" He nodded contritely, stood up and walked over to Matthew, a huge grin on his face. Tom looked at his little brother in surprise as Matthews cock disappeared into his suckling mouth. Peter and Tom caught my eye as I began to lap at Alex's cock, but only momentarily as the moans thrown out by Matthew and Alex heightened their pleasure to the exclusion of everything else. I had missed his little spear. It had somehow gotten more delicious than I remembered. I could feel the desire pulsing through him with every stroke of my tongue. With every breath I could feel his electricity flowing into me. Tom was panting now, and his bucking was getting more forceful. One moment it was forceful, the next, he had completely frozen with his dick all the way down Alex's throat, and from the satisfied gulp Alex gave, his essence must have gone down a treat. Giving Tom's cock one final kiss, he looked down at his crotch and smiled. "You gonna screw me now?" I pulled up, smiled my answer, and looked back down. When I saw his middle, the little pulsing spear, the winking brown star, framed by those blemishless unbrokenly tanned legs, something awoke inside me. Something deep and incredibly primal that had only awakened once before, when the little boy getting his skull fucked beside me had tried to seduce me, by lying, naked, on his bed. But this time, there was no need to hold back. No dictats or conventions to follow. Just pure, wild lust. I quickly parted his cheeks, leant down and plunged my tongue in between his peaks. Alex squealed in pleasure, as my tongue roughly probed past his star and started to lap at his insides. I began to lap like my life depended on it. Far from being scared or disgusted, he pushed back against my tongue, forcing me farther into his snatch. "Oh, I've missed this." he whispered. I realised the implication. He had waited for me, kept his butt for me, and me alone. I would have whispered something along the lines of "Oh, little man!", but the fact my tongue was buried up his butt caused a few problems. All that pleasure had the helpful side effect of loosening him up, ready for that dick that he'd been craving. Almost. I noticed a little jar of Vaseline on top of one of the cupboards, and asked Tom to go and grab it. He did, and was back beside me practically instantly. I pulled out of Alex's delicious backside, and took the tub of lube, winking at the open-mouthed Tom as I did so. Smearing a copious amount on my head and shaft, and wiping the excess around his distended star, I placed my shaft at his welcoming hole and pushed. He swallowed me whole, from tip to balls in a few seconds, with only a sigh and a grunt escaping from his mouth. That little silken furnace squeezed me hard in all the right places, and, despite all my instincts calling me to begin screwing him, I held fast to let him get used to me. Alex looked up at me, with his most pleading look. "Please, fuck me." he whispered, "I'm ready!" I was in no position to deny him, so, slowly pulling myself out of his hole, I slammed back in, my balls slapping against his butt. He squeaked out in pleasure, and I joined him in a lower timbre. Looking deep into his deep brown eyes, half closed in the pleasure I was giving him, I leant down to lock my lips with his, firmly, hungrily sucking all the air from his lungs. With every thrust into his little hot hole, the little man who was offering himself up to me moaned out in unbridled pleasure, impetuously stabbing his tongue against mine. His little gland was getting a serious pounding, but he absolutely loved it, and bore it like a trooper. My cock was having a lot of fun too, and I could feel my balls broiling with a huge load. It was like a swarm of bees crawling under my dick. I tried to slow down a little, but Alex was having none of it. He hooked his legs around my backside and all but forced me back inside him. A single bead of sweat rolled off my forehead, and dripped straight onto Alex's heaving chest. I repositioned myself and layed my hands on his chest, feeling his hot little body burn my hands. His perky little nipples had stood to perfect, pink attention, like little flags signalling his transcendent pleasure. My pleasure was turning transcendent as well, as the lustful moans from the boy I was nailing, the strong rhythmic contractions of his walls against my aching dick and the gentle shots of electricity sparking off in my mouth combined into a gigantic release. My poor dick almost couldn't keep up with the amount of spunk my prostate wanted to throw forth. I could feel my slimy offerings coating his insides, dripping out alongside my softening dick onto the lino. As I pulled away from Alex's mouth, I felt a sticky residue on my stomach and glanced down to see a tiny wet patch on his middle. Swiping at it, I raised my finger to his face. He took it without hesitation, and licked every inch of his juice off my finger, sighing at the pleasurable taste and silky texture. After the crash, I suddenly became aware of a burning sensation in my knee, and a quiet moaning that sounded familiar. I looked over, and so did Alex. We were both confronted with a very pleasurable sight. Matthew was lying down on the ground, and little naked Oscar was sitting on his face, squeaking as a talented tongue tortured a rapturous orgasm out of his little frame, as evidenced by his squealing and general wriggling. He still remained fully hard though, as little pre-teens are wont to do. Oscar and Matthew laid down next to Alex and I, panting like dogs. I reached out for a cuddle, and Matthew and Oscar wriggled up next to me, pressing their sweaty little bodies into my sides. Alex sat down on top of me, wriggling his still-hard dick against my slimy one. Peter and Tom meanwhile, snuggled up together above our heads, and as I watched, Tom leaned over to kiss Peter, Alex, Matthew, and I on the forehead in quick succession. "Wow." Oscar whispered, to giggles from everyone. "That was fun!" "Yep." I giggled back, sitting up, dislodging Alex from my middle. "But we'd better get cleaned up!" "I can help with that!" Alex smiled, jumping up and running to the side of the cabinet. He rooted around for a moment, then pulled out a packet of baby wipes. We wiped the sweat and miscellaneous juices off ourselves and each other, before getting redressed, just in time for Carol to call us down for dinner. It was good, hearty and plentiful, much better than the muck we had been served over the weekend. Carol even let us all have beer (Fosters, naturally). The boys were tickled at the opportunity to act grown up, and consumed their beer with the appropriate gusto, cutting it with lemonade to deaden the taste. Tom and I, of course, had no such problems with the taste, and as the beer flowed, we relaxed and we began to really enjoy ourselves. In the interest of fairness, and before I get complaints, the boys, being lightweights, only had two bottles over the hour before becoming incredibly tipsy, while Tom and I had five before we stopped ourselves. We were all giggling and being affectionate with each other, the beer going straight to our heads. I think we'd managed to just get the right balance between "completely unable to stand" pissed, and "Inhibitions out the window" pissed. Matthew was sitting next to me, and we kept surreptitiously banging our legs together and stealing quick grabs at each others crotches under the table, while still keeping the conversation flowing unabated. I won't bore you with the details, but I will say that it was even more disjointed than usual kiddie conversation, which was incredibly fun. Thankfully, the boys still had enough sense to keep quiet about our rampant sexual adventures. At what was to be my final beer, I stood up and raised my half empty bottle. "Ladies, gentlemen, little people." I began, to laughter from everyone. "It's at times like this, I am reminded of one of my favourite poems. It was written a few hundred years ago, by one of the most famous Scots of all time, and I would like to recite it for you all." Everyone applauded, and I paused for a moment to pull the verse out of my slightly addled brain. "There's nane that's blest of humankind. But the cheerful and the gay, man." I raised my bottle ever higher. "So here's a bottle and an honest friend! What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o' care, man?" Everyone was fully enraptured now, and I paused for a moment for dramatic effect. Carol and Kirsten were beaming, while Tom, Oscar and Peter had a look of mild confusion on their faces as they were trying to digest the broad Scots language. Matthew and Alex, on the other hand, were staring at me in quiet awe. "Then catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man: Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man." Silence reigned for a few moments, then Carol and Kirsten stood up and began to applaud. The boys all quickly followed suit, but Matthew and Alex took it one step further. They crashed into me, and squeezed with all their might. I looked on in quiet amusement as Oscar and Peter attempted to hug each other, without getting out of their chairs. "I think you guys had better go upstairs, before you kill each other!" Carol laughed. No one objected, so we lined up to kiss our elders goodnight, before winding our way up the stairs, generally molesting each other on the way up. It was free reign on whatever you could grab; ass, crotch, shoulder, it didn't matter, we were pretty wound up by the time we got to the attic stairs. I made everyone drink a huge glass of water before we went upstairs, to try and take the edge off the inevitable hangover tomorrow. We had only been upstairs for a few seconds before Matthew was all over me. Considering our tipsiness, he only managed to land a few slobbery kisses, before I pulled him away and gently suggested we should help blow up the air beds. It took a few attempts, but we finally got the three air beds inflated and pushed together. We didn't bother at all with sleeping bags, considering the attic absorbed most of the heat from the house as it was. After that debacle was over with, everyone stretched out on the mattresses, having shucked our upper halves during our efforts earlier. I stuck some music on, and my phone decided to jump to my usual playlist of party songs. [A small selection of the songs can be found at: http://youtu.be/ebXbLfLACGM and http://youtu.be/m-M1AtrxztU] We all started dancing, and to our eternal shame, none of us were really that good. But that didn't really matter. What mattered was the fact we were all having fun, and we would probably remember this night for the rest of our lives. We danced ourselves out after about half an hour, and collapsed, spent, on the mattresses, a massive pile of tangled limbs and heaving torsos. After a few moments of banter and light giggling, we all very quickly dropped off to sleep, too exhausted to even turn off the light. I had a dream that night. I was floating, completely naked, in a deep, dark pool of warm water. I was staring at a completely cloudless sky. I felt safe, serene. It was a little weird since I couldn't remember the last time I had skinny dipped. To be fair, my dick felt absolutely amazing, floating in the blood-warm water. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a wonderful tingling feeling, and was slowly pulled out of dream land. With a moan and a gasp, I realised the source of the tingling feeling. Three little velvet suction cups had attached themselves to my dick, and they were trying their level best to draw some of my ball juice out for them to gorge on. I was, as always, extremely happy to oblige them, and considering the speed and efficiency of their sucking, I really didn't have much choice. With another round of moans and a hump, I unloaded all over their incredibly cute faces. Oscar peeked himself out from under my balls to lick a bit of cum from the corner of Alex's mouth. He screwed up his face, and giggled a little at the taste. "It's weird. But I like it!" he laughed. I laughed a little, before hauling myself up onto my elbows. The three of them had that self-satisfied smile on their faces, and I just wanted to kiss all of them. They beat me to it though. Alex jumped up and kissed me right on the lips, while Matthew and Oscar were content with kissing my cheeks. I looked around, and noticed that Peter and Tom were still fast asleep, and Peter's head was lying on Tom's chest, with a huge patch of drool under his mouth. I smiled at the sight, before we quietly went downstairs to go to the toilet. To save time, we all peed together in the bowl, giggling at each others pee streams crossing each other before hitting the water. Kirsten shouted up from the kitchen. "Boys! Breakfast is up!" "Coming, Auntie Kirsten!" Alex shouted, "We need to wake up Tom and Pete first!" Alex looked at me. "I think we'd better give them our special wake up call, eh?" I laughed. Oscar looked a little confused. "What do you mean?" Matthew leaned over, and whispered in his ear. Oscar's eyes widened, and a huge grin spread across his face. We practically ran back up to the attic together, and it would have been hand in hand if it weren't for the narrow staircase. Tom and Peter hadn't moved in our absence, and looked completely at peace, with tented trousers and smiling faces. I gently rolled the topless Peter off his brothers chest, and, apart from squirming a little, they both remained asleep. Matthew took over on Peter, slowly pulling his shorts and underwear down beyond his little spike. I grabbed Tom's waistband, and pulled it beyond his springy cock. His wonderful cock glistened wetly in front of me, ready to fire. Taking it into our mouths at the same time, we began our wake up call. His big stick felt good in my mouth. I was getting goosebumps at the amount of pre-cum leaking out of his slit, and the sleepy moans he was giving out. Over the next few minutes, neither of us let up. We brought the boys to the edge very quickly. Their eyes began to twitch, along with their cocks, as they began to wake up. On the paradise lick, Tom woke up and began to unload into my mouth, giving up his seed with a loud moan. Swallowing back his delicious offerings, I kissed his balls and whispered "Good morning!" Tom laughed, still half-asleep. I heard a squeal, and turned to see Peter humping his dickie into Matthews mouth in the throes of his orgasm. Matthew repeated my actions, to giggles from Alex and Oscar, who were standing on the sidelines, gently manipulating their dicks through their shorts. "Now!" Alex laughed, "We've got some more sausage to get downstairs!" 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