Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2014 00:03:14 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: Highland Flings 12 (Revised) This story is a work of fiction, with some bases in reality, (how else does a good author create a story!) but any names, dates and locations have no basis in reality. Nifty needs your help to stay alive, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------------------------------------------------------- Highland Flings 12 Day 3: You never realise that you had been sleeping in an awkward position until you wake up with a sore back and a numb arm. I only realised where I was when I attempted to roll over and Jakes torso blocked me. I woke up with a jolt, then slowly came to my senses. I raised myself up with my non-trapped arm and came face to face with the smiling sleeping face of Cameron. I thought it would be a good idea to wake him up, so I pulled my arm slowly out from underneath Jake, and moved over to the other side of the bed. I then gently placed my hand on his cheek and brought my lips to his. He began to moan in his sleep and slowly respond to me. When I came up for air, he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him. "Mmmh. Good morning." he said, smacking his lips. "Good morning." I said back. "Sleep well?" He tried to move his arm and looked over to the still sleeping form of Jake. A slow smile spread across his face as he remembered the action of the night before. "Definitely" he whispered "But we'd better wake up Sleeping Beauty over here before my arm falls off!" I snorted. "Any ideas?" I whispered. "One" Cameron whispered, pointing to Jake's sides and making a stabbing motion with his finger. I stifled a snigger. "You are so cruel!" I whispered sarcastically. "I know!" he whispered back. "On three?" I nodded and got into position. "One, two, three!" Cameron whispered. On three, we shoved our fingers into Jake's sides. He jumped up off the bed, as if electrocuted. Needless to say, he woke up instantly, rubbing his sides. "Hey!" he shouted. "Sorry bro." Cameron laughed, "But we needed to get you up to listen to Mr Curtis trying to keep a straight face!" He stiffened. "What time is it?" he said, in a concerned tone. "Chill man. It's only 7.30." I said. He jumped up. "Shit!" he said. "David [his square room-mate] is going to be up soon and wondering where I am!" "Calm down!" I said. "Pretend nothings happened!" "Alright" he said, locating and pulling on his pyjamas. "I'll see you guys at breakfast!" "Hey, wait up!" Cameron said. "Yeah?" he said, halfway out the door. Cameron and I walked up to him and kissed both his cheeks. "Be careful." I whispered. He smiled and walked off, waving in our direction. I smiled and put my arm around Cameron. He reciprocated. "You do realise we still have an hour before we have to go to assembly?" I said, raising my eyebrows. Cameron smirked. "What do you suggest?" he whispered. I raised my eyebrows and nodded my head towards the bed. "Oh!" Cameron sarcastically realised. He went and sat on the bed and tapped the space next to him with the palm of his hand. I sat next to him, placing my arm on his shoulder. "Now," I said. "Where were we?" Cameron pretended to think for a moment. "Oh!" he enthused. "I think I remember..." I just snorted with laughter and moved my face closer to his. I kissed him lightly before placing my hand on his chest and gently propelling him onto the bed. He landed face up on the bed, giving a sly smile. "Whatever do you intend to do with me, fine sir?" he said in his most horny aristocrat voice. "Oh..." I repeated, laying on the Etonian. "All I want to do is fuck your brains out, good sir." Cameron doubled up in laughter. "Well, that's alright then!" he giggled. "But I may need some help with my trousers." I smiled. It seems my boyfriend gets a kick out of being treated like a toddler. Each to their own. He raised his rump off the bed slightly. I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, "accidentally" snagging the head of his dick so it slapped back into his pubic mound with a quiet slap. I giggled slightly and grabbed his shaft. Cameron moaned slightly at my touch. I played around with it for a bit, teasing him to the brink of orgasm, then letting him fall again. After doing this twice, I let go of him and he automatically raised his feet above his head, displaying his virgin rosebud to all and sundry. I placed my finger at the centre of his burning hole. It offered up a little resistance, then the tip of my finger slipped past the muscle and in to my first knuckle. Cameron was whimpering like a dog, his hole flexing to attempt to push me out. But I stood firm and wriggled it about a bit to keep the stimulation up. I found a slightly firmer nub inside his hole and pushed against it. Cameron gave a strangled cry and the head of his cock grew and pulsed. I seem to have found his prostate. I pulled my finger out, making a slight sucking noise as my fingertip went past his ring. Cameron started whimpering at me. "Grant." he gasped. "Please..." I, of course, obliged. I grabbed the strategically placed hand cream and placed a generous amount over my pulsing cock. I wiped the excess around Cameron's perineum and rosebud, then rolled my foreskin back, placed the head of my cock against his hole and pushed. The lubrication slipped my head past his ring easily, but the look of pain on Cameron's face made me hold firm. It was all I could do to keep from cumming right there and then from the flexing and extreme heat of his hole. When the pain went off of Cameron's face, I leaned over right next to his ear. "Push out like you're taking a shit, and I'll slip in a lot easier!" I whispered. Cameron didn't reply, but his hole dilated to the point where I could slip my full 5.5 inches without difficulty. I held fast, more to prevent the silken pulsing furnace vice from taking me over the edge than to prevent discomfort to Cameron. When the moans died down and my balls stopped broiling, I began to slowly pull out to the head. Cameron whimpered with the empty feeling until I pushed back in quickly, grazing his prostate. He moaned in ecstasy. "Oh!" he moaned, "Oh Grant, faster!" I needed no second prompting. I started jack rabbiting in and out of his hole. Cameron whimpered and his cock twitched every time I hit his prostate. The feelings overwhelmed me and I fell down over his torso, my lips landing on his, still jack rabbiting. The snogging brought Cameron to the brink and with one final thrust, his cock shot two huge strings, covering my torso and his. The quivering vice sent me over the edge too, so I pulled out slightly and aimed my pee-slit as best I could against his prostate. My cock forcefully shot against it, and for every dribble, Cameron's cock flexed dryly. Our kissing became more sloppy and impassioned, and my softening cock slipped out of his ring, followed by a splurge of cum and ass juice that fell on the bed. I fell over to the other side of the bed and panted like a prized sprinter. Cameron placed his sweaty hand on my cheek and pulled me closer to his face. "Thank you." he whispered. "I love you." I whispered back, kissing his forehead, shoving his arm at the same time. "Now, get up! We need to get to breakfast!" Cameron conceded and rolled out of bed, pulling on his underwear, jeans and t-shirt quickly. I did the same, while hanging the sheets over the heater in an attempt to dry them off. We then went out the door and walked to assembly. Cameron was walking slightly gingerly due to his recent deflowering, but not so much as to be noticeable. We got into the breakfast hall and sat next to Aidan, Como, Jake and David, who seemed to have struck up a rapport. I saw Adam with someone I didn't recognise, and he raised his chin and smiled in recognition. I smiled back. Our friendly exchange of expressions was interrupted by the caustic sound of a microphone being tapped by a hand. The hubbub died down to complete silence and everyone turned to face the stage. Mr Curtis took the centre of the stage and began speaking, not in the dulcet tones of the last two days, but in a more concerned tone. "Good morning everyone." he said, his voice echoing back at him from the speakers. "As you are probably all aware, there was an incident last night at one of the football pitches. It ended with the expulsion and exclusion of one of your classmates. I hope that the incident will never be repeated, but I wish to reiterate. Any racist, homophobic or sexist incidents that occur at this camp will be dealt with swiftly and extremely severely. I will say and hear no more about it." I registered that Mr Curtis was staring straight at us. "I hope we can all get along a lot better than this, especially with the end of camp dance coming along very soon!" he said, with a forced jovial tone. "All you lads and lasses had better find a partner and practice your Scottish Country dancing!". Everyone seemed to be looking forward to it, but everyone was scared to ask someone. We were all still at the stage of everyone of the opposite sex being aliens. Mr Curtis went on with the spiel about our activities for today. Cameron and I were rostered for the hiking trip up the local mountain. So was Adam and his mysterious cabin-mate. I smiled at the thought. We would be walking for the whole day, so we were told to go to the kitchen and prepare ourselves a packed lunch. We were then told to change into warm clothes, pack provisions and meet at the assembly point. Thankfully, we had a reasonably good day for it. It was reasonably warm with a few sporadic white clouds in the sky. We were led up the hill and back down again by an extremely overenthusiastic teenage camp manager, who although he was extremely fit, he managed to annoy the hell out of everyone. The afternoon dragged out for so long, although it was only a few hours. However, the tedium was eased somewhat by chatting to Adam and Fraser, whom we found out a lot more about. When we stopped for a pee break, Adam told me that he had tried it on with him, and, while he didn't mind that his room mate was gay, he wasn't interested. It was a shame. He was extremely fit, but, beggars can't be choosers. When the group broke up, Cameron, Adam and I decided to go and have a shower before going for lunch, since we were supposed to be pretending to court girls for the Country dance, and, since it was three days since we had had a shower, we were smelling a bit funky. When we neared the shower block, we could hear water running. That, in itself wasn't unusual. What was definitely unusual was the sound of slapping skin against skin and soft moaning. ------------------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 12 Any comments/constructive critisism to niceguy0398@gmail.com