Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 15:36:27 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 6 Niceguy98 ---------------------------- Chapter 6 - Best Served Cold ---------------------------- A voice preceded the slammed door. "Who the FUCK messed up my bed?" Thankfully, our activities hadn't gotten to the stripping stage, but we had been extremely close to that happening. Kyle, Craig and Callum withdrew their hands from their crotches sharpish, while Matthew grabbed onto my arm in fear. The internal door slammed open to reveal the extremely red-faced form of Ian. "I say again, who the FUCK messed up my bed?" he reiterated, literally shaking with anger. I couldn't help it. The sight of him just made me want to laugh. And because I wanted to, I did. The boys looked at me like I had just grown another head, while Ian spied me and began to walk towards us. I stood up to head him off, preventing him from getting too close to the boys. "What's the matter, Ian?" I said, keeping a 'friendly' smile on my face. "You know exactly what's the matter, you bastard!" Ian replied, "Somebody spread their spunk on my pillow, and I have a sneaking suspicion it was you!" I fought to keep a straight face. "Why, whatever do you mean? How could it possibly be me? I generally keep my spunk in my balls, a tissue, my boxers, or, occasionally, someone's willing mouth or ass!" I shrugged, still alert for any movement. I could hear suppressed giggling behind me, but fought the urge to look back, since it probably would have been a bad move to take my eye of Ian in this kind of situation. "The fact that you even play with yourself is an abomination! The fact that you do it with guys is even worse! You and your kind should be wiped off the face of the planet!" He shouted, the hypocrisy making a slight whistling sound as it went over his head. I was so tempted to give him a lecture, but I knew it would probably do no good. Showing that I was mad wouldn't be a good idea either, so I just kept my face impassive, letting the friendly smile fall. "I guess then, you would consider yourself an abomination too?" I said coolly. Surprised at my tone of voice, he involuntarily took a step back. "What?" he whispered. "I found a certain magazine of yours down the side of your bunk bed..." I explained, a slight smirk creeping onto my face. "...with some mysterious white streaks on the back cover. Now, care to explain that? I won't even go into the subject matter of said magazine, out of respect for the delicate ears behind us." I said, gesturing meaningfully behind me. Ian's arms shook, his fists clenching and unclenching, but he didn't answer me. "You can't, can you?" I asserted. He averted his gaze. "Didn't think so." I replied, with my grin growing much more pronounced. "What I will say in your place Ian, is that you are an enormous hypocrite. I think you know what I'm on about. If there's one thing I hate more than ultra-religious people, its ultra-religious hypocrites. You go on some kind of crusade against people who have different preferences than you and people who succumb to a basic human need, when you yourself practice the acts you supposedly abhor and hold some preferences that would completely destroy you if they ever got out." Ian's face went white, the implications of my words becoming clear. "Now, I'm willing to be gracious, and not completely destroy your reputation, unless you force me to. I'm also willing to completely forget about what happened here tonight, unless you force me to report you to the Captain for terrorising younger children and accusing me of heinous crimes without the merest shred of evidence." I delicately sniffed the air, pretending to notice something. "Ahh." I sighed, "Smells like a dishonourable discharge!" That turned out to be the sentence that destroyed whatever control Ian had over himself. He stepped forward, shouted "You faggot!" and swung his fist towards my face. A small sigh escaped my lips. He may as well have held up a luminous sign saying "I'm going to punch you!" I quickly stepped out of the way of his flying fist, and took an instant to decide what to do next. The last time this had happened to me, the guy who tried to punch me ended up winded. But, he was only a screwed up twelve year old at the time, who had shown remorse later on. Since a fourteen year old homophobe who had constantly tormented me for the last year without remorse was trying to punch me this time, I finally decided. It deserved a little more than a winding. I brought my foot up, hard, right between his legs, connecting with a satisfying thwack. Ian began to crumple, but I wasn't done just yet. Putting my entire body behind my fist, I brought it to bear on his ample stomach. I swear my hand almost disappeared into his flabby middle. Guess he'd been living it large on the churches donations. He finally fell to the floor, grasping his burning nuts. The boys cheered, while Ian could only gasp. I grabbed him under the shoulder, and hauled his ample frame to its feet. "Don't tell anyone and leave us alone, and I might just think about not destroying you." I whispered into his ear. If I was entirely honest, I really didn't think the little slime-ball was worth the effort and probable headache of trying to get him kicked out, so I really hoped he would see sense and not tattle. Besides, there were a few things I could do that would make his life a living hell that required very little effort on my part. The rumour mill at high school could be so cruel. "Right, matey. I think its time for you to leave. Get the door, would you Matthew?" Matthew clambered over the bed and opened the door, shivering slightly at the cool night air that wafted into the cabin. I flashed him a smile, and whispered, "I guess you needed to learn that hypocrisy is never a good thing." He gave me a look that would melt a steel bar, but walked out the door, limping slightly from his recent blow to the balls. As he walked away, I leant out the door and blew him a kiss. His scowl deepened, but he kept walking away. I just laughed, closed the door, and wandered back to my space on the bed. "Guess that's it for that tool!" I proclaimed, theatrically wiping my hands, before putting them around Matthews shoulders. The boys just laughed. Callum fell backwards onto the bed in gales of laughter, while Matthew heaved into my shirt. "I take it was a porn mag that you found, Grant?" Craig giggled. I just nodded, causing him to laugh even harder. When they finally calmed down, I placed one of my hands on Matthews leg, gently caressing him through his rough tracksuit bottoms. "Where were we again?" I giggled. "Oh!" Matthew exclaimed, "I think I remember! We were about to blow the guys weren't we?" Kyle and Craig's eyes widened in shock. "R...Really?" Craig uttered. "You guys are in for a treat!" Callum laughed, swinging down from the top bunk, "I reckon I want in as well! I wonder what your dick tastes like, Matthew?" The look of surprise on Matthews face was utterly priceless. I snorted at Callum's assertiveness, as the others fiddled with their waistbands, attempting to shuck their trousers and underwear with shaking hands, the pretence of dares completely out the window. Callum, however, had no such problems. He pulled his shorts and blue underwear down in one fluid motion, then got down on his knees in front of Matthew. He had just managed to get his bottom half off, and his little jewel was up and awake, pulsing proudly right in front of Callum's hungry eyes. His dick was so hard, the foreskin had retracted by itself and his head glistened wetly in the warm glow of the underpowered cabin lights. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Your dick is amazing!" Wasting no more time, he put his head right down and stuck Matthews stick right down his throat. Despite never having a dick in his mouth before, he was obviously a natural from the look of surprise on Matthews face. Either that, or he had a very good teacher! Not wanting to be outdone, I winked at Kyle, grabbed his hips and brought his delightful appendage into my mouth. As soon as Kyle had relaxed into my mouth, I began suckling gently, massaging his shaft with my lips and carefully teasing his piss slit with my tongue. Kyle lost himself completely in the feelings emerging from his dick under my ministrations, and his hands slipped out from underneath his torso, his head banging off the mattress, hanging slightly over the edge of the bed. When I readjusted myself, I caught Craig smiling at Kyle, apparently asking permission for something. Kyle just nodded and opened his mouth, his throat somehow positioned to be perfectly straight. The best position for a little deep throating. I gasped over Kyle's dick, which made it quiver in unbridled pleasure. Craig jumped off the bed and practically shoved his dick into his friends willing mouth, getting balls deep in no time. I was secretly glad his dick was only four and a half inches, as he might have choked Kyle if he was any bigger. Kyle's mouth closed around the invader and his Adam's apple began to bob up and down with the rhythm of his sucking. Craig caught my eye and smiled, before giggling, extremely drunk on endorphins. I was going to spontaneously shoot into my pants if I looked at his face any longer, so I retuned my attention to memorising every little detail of the dick in my mouth and the almost blemish-free skin that surrounded it. Panning my eyes around Kyle's barely-pubescent mound, I noticed a little brown, roughly circular birthmark right where the line of his waistband met the V of his belly. I gently swiped my thumb across it and he bucked his dickie into my mouth, nearly whacking the back of my throat and making me gag involuntarily. My throat muscles closing around his dick made him moan in approval, the vibrations in turn making Craig moan out his pleasure. I heard a little hollow slap and felt a jolt through Kyle's body, and looked up to see Craig hunched over him, his hands on his chest, his dick gently bucking into his distended throat. I heard gentle squeaking behind me, loud moans in front of me and quiet slurping all around me, spurring me to redouble my efforts on Kyle, and to start licking right under his dickhead at his most sensitive spot every time my tongue passed in its bobbing. Completely without warning, Kyle bucked into my mouth, mashing my tongue against his head in the process, right before he started to unload his offering straight into my throat. I counted at least one shot before I pulled back a little, then another dribble went right onto my tongue. It had the texture of honey, tasted a little salty, and was boiling hot from being driven from the deepest recesses of his balls. He'd been holding onto that one for a while. I swallowed back happily, savouring every last drop. I'm sure Kyle would have grinned if it weren't for the cock down his throat, the owner of which was panting and moaning, obviously close to popping off one of the best in his short life. After carefully cleaning his dickhead of any last traces of spooge, I let his softening dick fall from my mouth, and looked behind me as I stood up, rubbing my dick through my combats. Callum was still relentlessly going down on Matthew, who had noticed me standing up. He smiled up at me, put up his finger and beckoned me to sit down. I complied, and, after kissing me on the cheek, he expertly undid the clasp of my combats and made to tug them down. I lifted up my ass and guided my trousers and underwear down with my non supporting hand, freeing my poor neglected dick into the charged air. Matthew, laughing softly at my frustrated, gently pulsing dick, opened his mouth and took half of it into his mouth in one incredibly erotic motion. I groaned out with unrestricted pleasure, and, as if someone had heard me and decided to punish me for my carnal noises, every single light in the cabin went out. ------------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 6 Any comments/constructive criticism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html MY OTHER STORIES: Young Lovers Series: Highland Flings – http://www.nifty/org/nifty/gay/camping/highland-flings Big And Little Lovers Series: My Little Brigade Boy - http://www.nifty/org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/my-little-brigade-boy Camp Blow By Blow - http://www.nifty/org/nifty/gay/camping/camp-blow-by-blow