Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2000 16:01:57 -0600 (CST)
From: Sextorian@webtv.net
Subject: My First Love Part 8: The Camping Trip

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Chad and I went to bed and whispered for hours about the events of the
weekend, from our first anal sex to being caught in the shower together
by Chad's mom. It had been a hell of a weekend.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and I dreamt of camping with Mike
and Scott.

The next week was mostly uneventful, other than school and the evenings
spent studying, cuddling and making love with Chad. Of course, we only
did it in the bedroom now, with the door safely locked behind us.

We also decided that the group sex thing was a lot of fun, but that
after the coming weekend with Mike and Scott, we would be with each
other only. Chad was the one who brought it up. I agreed with him.
Neither one of us really wanted the other to be with someone else, and
we were so happy with each other, we didn't really need anyone else
involved. But we also agreed that this weekend would be one to remember!

On Thursday we had met Mike and Scott
at a burger joint near campus for lunch, where we discussed the
particulars of the camping trip.

On Friday after class, Chad and I met Mike and Scott in the parking lot
by the library. We had packed the car that morning before going to
class. We followed them to Wellington in my car.

We were driving down a little back road in the middle of nowhere, corn
fields on both sides of us, when Mike turned off onto the dirt lane that
led into the depths of what appeared to be a huge cornfield. The lane
went back about 1 1/2 miles, then turned right, then another quarter
mile, and it turned left. About 100 yards later, it ended abruptly at
the edge of a large stand of trees. Mike and Scott jumped out of the
car, and Scott yelled back, "How's this for privacy?"

"Looks great!" Chad yelled as we got out of the car.

We grabbed our stuff and headed into the woods. About 50 feet in, there
was a fairly large clearing, with a camper parked to the right side of
it. There was a huge, well-used fire pit in the center of the clearing,
lined with large rocks. There were about a dozen lawn chairs set up
around the fire pit, and a picnic table behind it. On the left side of
the clearing was a large pile of firewood. There were a couple trails
leading away from the clearing, into the woods.

"Wow," I said, "this is really cool."

Chad agreed, saying, "Yeah, we're like in the middle of nowhere, but
have everything we need."

We put our stuff in the camper, which was fairly old, but dry and
comfortable.

"Come on," Scott said. "Let's go check out the rest of the place."

He led us down one of the trails into the woods about 100', then turned
to the right a little and there was this little pond, perfect for
swimming. Beyond the pond, the trail went deeper into the woods. Scott
told us the trail led to the edge of the woods, and beyond that was more
fields. We were in a small forest in the middle of a huge cornfield, he
explained. It was a great setup for a camping spot.

As we walked back to the clearing, Scott told us his uncle would be
coming in a little while to make sure we were all setup ok, and that he
may stay and drink some beers with us. He told us he was not out to his
family, so we couldn't be doing anything sexual while he was here. We
assured him that was ok, and just as we entered the clearing, a large
green John Deere farm tractor pulled up behind my car and came to a
stop. A large burly man in bib overalls jumped off the tractor and
walked into the clearing.

"Hi, Uncle Joe," Scott said as he was embraced by his uncle.

"Hey, Scott," Joe said. He nodded at the rest of us over Scott's
shoulder. "Hi, boys."

We all said hi, then Scott introduced us, and Joe shook all of our
hands.

"I hope you boys have a great time this weekend," Joe said. "Consider
yourselves at home here, just don't destroy the corn. If you want to eat
some, there is a patch of great sweet corn planted down the way a bit.
Scott knows where it is, and he can show you. You can eat all you want
of that, but this stuff here is all feed corn anyways."

We assured him we wouldn't harm his crops.

Joe started piling up logs in the fire pit, telling us that we could
burn as much as we wanted. Before long the fire was burning quite
nicely. We had all started drinking beer.

We drank and talked and had a good time for the next few hours. Chad and
Scott fried potatoes and steaks over the fire, and Joe roasted some of
the sweet corn. We all ate as much as we could hold.
Joe was very nice, but I noticed he was really putting away the beers.
He was laying back in a chaise lounge chair, and he was soon snoring
loudly. 

Scott assured us he was out for the night as he put a blanket over his
uncle that he had retreived from the camper.

Chad asked him if this meant we had to be 'good'.

Scott turned around and grabbed Chad's crotch, saying, "You better not
be a good boy.... I want you 'BAD'."

They embraced and Scott was groping Chad's ass as I excused myself and
headed down the lane into the corn.

Mike said, "Wait up, Ralph," and we walked past the cars and the
tractor.

"I gotta piss," I said as I undid my jeans and stepped forward a couple
steps.

"Me too," said Mike, and he stood next to me and pulled out his cock.

I looked up at the stars as I started pissing, and there seemed to be
millions of them. I could even see the Milky Way, which was blocked out
by the light of the city at home.

"Whatcha looking at?" Mike asked.

"Oh, just the stars...." I said. "They're so beautiful." I pointed out
the Milky Way to him, and he said he had never realized that was what it
looked like.

"It looks like someone came all over the sky," he said, as we leaned
back against the big tractor tires.

I laughed heartily, "Yeah, I guess that's one way to describe it."

We stood quietly for a few minutes looking at the sky. Then we heard a
soft moan come from the clearing behind us.
"Sounds like Chad is fucking Scott," I said.

Mike giggled and said, "I don't THINK so!"
"No?" I asked, "Why not?"

Mike smiled at me and said, "Scott is a pure top. He don't GET fucked."

"OH, I see," I responded. "Does that mean you're a pure bottom?"

"Yep, pretty much" Mike said, licking his lips at me. "Although I would
like to top him some day."

He walked up to me and we kissed. I let my hands drop to his beautiful
ass, squeezing a cheek in each hand.

I broke the kiss and said, "Mike, you have the best ass I've ever seen."

"Thanks," he said. "It's all yours if you want it."

Then he dropped to his knees in front of me, and started to undo my
pants. "Oh, yeah," I said. "We're going to have a great time."

I pulled off my shirt and layed it over the tractor tire as Mike pulled
my pants and briefs down to my ankles. He sucked my cock into his mouth
and I was hard in no time. I could hear grunts and moans coming from the
clearing, and that made me even hornier, imagining Chad being fucked by
Scott, remembering how I felt as he pounded me with that huge cock. I
pulled Mike up to a standing position, and got on my knees in front of
him. I copied what he had done to me, pulling his pants down to his
ankles and sucking his cock into my mouth.

After several minutes of that, Mike pulled me up, saying, "I want you to
fuck me now, Ralph."

We each removed the rest of our clothes, but the ground was cold and
damp on my bare feet. I looked at the tractor and said, "Come on, I have
an idea."

"What?" asked Mike.

I climbed up onto the seat of the tractor, and pullled Mike up. He sat
in front of me, my hard cock resting between those wonderous cheeks. I
held him from behind, and whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna eat that
fabulous ass of yours, Mike. Then you're gonna ride my cock while I lean
back on this tractor."

"Oh, yeah," Mike sighed. "That would be great!"

He grabbed the big steering wheel and pulled himself up to where he
could stand on some brackets that stuck out of the side of the tractor.
His ass was perfectly lined up with my face. It was fabulous!

Honestly, he has the best ass I have ever seen, just perfect! His white,
hairless, melon cheeks seemed to glow in the starlight. I kissed and
licked them one after the other. Then I pulled them apart with my hands,
and licked the entire length of his crevice. He moaned loudly as I let
my tongue swirl around his precious hole, darting it in and out as I
lubed him with my saliva.

After about five minutes of me eating his ass, he said, "Oh, god, Ralph,
that feels so good. But I gotta have your cock in me now. Please!"

I pulled my face out of those luscious cheeks, and leaned back on the
tractor seat. "Ok," I said, "sit back and ride my cock, Mike. I'm gonna
fuck you good."

Mike lowered himself onto me, still grasping the bottom of the steering
wheel for support. I felt my cock slip into his hole, and he kept
lowering himself until his balls were resting on mine. I cannot describe
the feelings I had as I looked down at that fabulous ass wrapping itself
around my hard cock. My cock was throbbing in his warm body, quivering
with anticipation.

Mike pulled himself up until just the head of my cock was inside him,
then lowered himself back down. He worked up a rhythm, and soon was
riding me like a mechanical bull, me bucking under him as he raised and
lowered himself.

"Oh, fuck, Ralph!" Mike yelled. "I'M GONNA CUM!"

I felt his ass muscles clench tight around my cock as his orgasm hit,
and that put me over the edge. I started pumping my hot cum into his
ass, moaning "Oh, yeah, Mike, yeah!"

We stayed in that position for several minutes, with my now-soft cock
still in his ass. Finally, he pulled himself off of me, and climbed down
off of the tractor. As I climbed down, he mumbled something that I
didn't quite hear.

"What's that?" I asked as I stood beside him.

"Oh, nothing," he said. "I was just saying I hate that part." He reached
for his clothes and started dressing.

"What part?" I asked, thinking I had done something to hurt him somehow.
I also started getting dressed.

"That terrible empty feeling I get when the guy pulls out," he said.

I laughed loudly, and he looked at me like I was putting him down. "No,
I'm not laughing at YOU," I said between laughs, "It's just that I
always hate that feeling, too. I always thought it was just me! It's
just funny you said it exactly the way I have always thought it!"

He smiled back at me and we headed back to the clearing.

Joe was sleeping soundly in the chaise lounge. We entered the camper,
deciding it was time for some sleep. All the beer, food and sex had
taken it's toll. Scott and Chad were sleeping in the upper bed, so Mike
and I got undressed and went to sleep in the lower one.

We were awakened by the sound of the tractor starting, and then listened
as it drove away into the cornfield. We got up and I went out for a
piss. I found a note left on the picnic table from Joe, thanking us for
the beer, and telling us to enjoy the rest of the weekend.

We spent the day laughing, joking, cooking over the open fire,
discussing how we felt our families would react to our coming out when
we did, etc. We even went skinny dipping in the pond for a few minutes,
although the water was pretty chilly.

After dinner, about dusk, we were setting around the fire, and Scott
produced a huge joint from his gear in the camper.  We all smoked it and
were pretty high.  We started drinking beer and I don't know about the
others, but I was getting very horny.

Scott asked if anyone wanted to play cards.  We all said yes, so Mike
fired up the big Coleman lantern and Chad and I sat on one side of the
picnic table.  Scott got the cards from the camper, and then Mike and
Scott sat on the other side of the table.

"So what will it be?" asked Scott as he shuffled the cards.  "Poker?"

"I'm strapped," I said. "I spent all my money on beer and food."

"Me too," said Chad.

"Well, then I guess we'll have to play for something other than money,"
said Mike with a mischeivious grin.

"Yeah, that sounds good," said Scott. "How about strip poker? And the
winner gets to do anything he wants to the losers.  They have to be his
slaves for the rest of the night."

"Anything?" asked Chad.

"Yep, anything the winner wants," Scott confirmed.

We discussed it a little more, and all agreed to the rules.  We made
sure everyone had the same amount of clothing on, and Scott dealt first.

I lost the first hand with a jack high nothing hand.  I kicked off my
shoes.  The deal moved left to Mike, and I lost that hand also, with a 9
high nothing.  As I pulled my socks off, the other guys were saying how
I was gonna lose quick.

Then the deal came to me.  Scott lost that hand, and kicked off his
shoes.  After several hands of not losing again, I finally lost my shirt
(no pun intended).  I was down to my pants and underwear, the same as
Scott and Mike.  Chad was leading, as he still had his shirt also.

Then Chad lost three hands in a row, and as he stood to remove his
underwear, his hard cock was very apparent.  He slowly pulled his
underwear off as Mike, Scott and I hooted and hollered.

"Ok, ok," Chad said. "It can't be THAT bad.  So I gotta be a sex slave
for tonight."

I stared at Chad and felt my own hard cock press against my jeans, awed
at his beauty in the glow of the fire and the Coleman lantern.  God, I
loved him so much!

Scott lost the next hand, then Mike lost two in a row, making him the
next slave for sure.

Now I had the advantage.  I still had my pants and underwear, while
Scott only had his underwear.  As I dealt the cards, I saw Scott biting
his upper lip, obviously worried I might have him with this hand. I
looked at my cards and knew I had him.  I had two pair, queens and
fours.  Scott drew two cards and I drew one.  The five I got didn't help
me, but I knew I had him beat.

"As the master," I said confidently as I laid my cards down for all to
see, "I order you to suck my cock, Scott!"

Scott looked down at my cards for a moment, then smiled at me.  "I don't
think so, Ralph," he said. "Drop your pants." He laid down his hand and
showed us three aces.

"Shit," I said in disbelief.  Everyone howled in laughter as I took off
my pants.

"Well, this is it," said Scott. "Winner takes all."  He dealt the cards.
I drew one and he drew three.

"What do you have this time, Scott?" I asked.  "It better be good."

"A pair of kings," he said, laying his cards down.

"Well, I guess that makes me master after all," I said, showing my heart
flush. "Now take off those clothes and come suck my dick like a good
slave."

Scott looked at me, stood and removed his shorts.  His cock was huge and
hard and there was a drop of precum on the tip that gleamed in the light
of the lantern.  He came around the table and dropped to his knees,
pulling my hard cock from my underwear and inhaling it into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, "that's a good slave bitch. Suck that cock!"

After a few minutes, I decided to get Chad and Mike involved also.

I pulled Scott off my cock, and got up onto the picnic table.  "Ok,
slaves," I started, "listen up. Mike, come over here and suck my dick.
Scott, you eat my ass.  Chad, stand up here so I can taste your cock."

Mike started sucking my cock first, then Chad stood up in front of me,
but Scott was taking his time getting into position. "Hurry up, slave,
or I will be forced to punish you!" I yelled at Scott.

"Yeah, yeah," Scott said as he got into position and pulled my ass
cheeks apart.  He flicked his tongue over my hole, and I moaned as Mike
sucked my dick.

Soon Scott was eating my ass for all he was worth, and Mike's mouth was
feeling great on my cock.  Chad's hard cock was bobbing in my face and I
sucked it into my warm mouth.  I was in total ecstacy, and was very
close to blowing my wad down Mike's throat.  Scott's tongue was wiggling
up my chute as I started pumping my load into Mike's mouth. Chad came
shortly after that, and I swallowed every drop.

"Ok," I said, "now it's time for Scott's punishment."

We got down from the table, Chad and I now soft after having shot our
loads, Mike and Scott still hard as hell.

"Since you have been a bad slave," I said to Scott, "I am forced to
punish you."

"Yes, sir," said Scott. "Your wish is my command."

"That's right," I smiled at him. "And I wish to watch Mike fuck you!"

Scott immediately protested. "No way!  I'm a top only!"

"Not anymore," I grinned evilly. "Mike, come and fuck him like a good
slave, or you will be punished next."

Scott started argueing again, but the rest of us reminded him that HE
made the rules, and he agreed to 'anything' the master wanted would be
done.  He finally said, "Ok, ok.... but take it easy, ok Mike?"

"Sure," Mike said.  His cock was bobbing in front of him, drooling
precum, and I could tell he was looking forward to what was about to
happen.

"Lay on the picnic table bench on your back, Scott," I ordered.

He got into position.  Mike got between his legs and grabbed his ankles
and pulled them up.  I lubed Scott's ass myself, pushing first one, then
two fingers into him.  He moaned and squirmed.  I told him to be still.
I reached over and slicked up Mike's cock with the lube.  He cock
twitched in my hand as I slid it up and down.

"Be careful," Mike said, "I almost there already."

I guided his drooling cock to Scott's entrance, and told him to go
ahead.  Mke pushed hard, and the head of his cock popped into Scott's
hole.  Scott screamed for a second and then bit his upper lip as Mike
plunged his cock deep into him.

"OH FUCK," Mike moaned. "I've waited a long time for this." then he
started fucking Scott, pulling back until just the head was in, then
plunging back in.  After just a couple minutes, Mike started grunting as
he pumped his load into Scott's ass.

Mike pulled out, and Scott said, "Wow, it wasn't that bad, but thank god
it's over."

"Who said it was over?" I asked.  Chad and I were hard again from
watching Mike pop Scott's cherry.  "Your turn, Chad.  Fuck this slave
boy," I ordered.

"Shit," Scott muttered as Chad got into position.

Chad showed no mercy and just plunged all the way in.  He immediately
started pumping Scott like a jackhammer.  I leaned down so I was face to
face with Scott.  "It's ok to like it," I whispered. "I know you do. We
all do."

I stood up and put my cock to Scott's lips.  "Suck me while Chad fucks
you," I ordered.

He sucked my cock into his mouth as Chad screamed, "Oh fuck, here I
CUUUUUMMMMM!!"  Chad pulled out as his orgasm faded, and I quickly moved
to take his place.

"Now you're mine, slaveboy," I smiled at Scott as I plunged my cock into
his ass until my balls smacked against his ass.  Scott was moaning and
his cock was as hard as I had ever seen it.  There was precum flowing
from his cock like a fountain.  Even after being fucked twice already,
his ass was still very tight, and I was getting close to cumming very
quickly.

"Mike, come over here and suck him off while I pump his ass full of my
cum!" I half-panted and half-moaned.

Mike got on his knees and sucked Scott's huge drooling tool into his
mouth.  Scott's head started thrashing from side to side and he yelled,
"OH YEAH, YEAH ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!"

I felt his ass clench down on my cock as he came into Mike's mouth, and
it pushed me over the edge.  I slammed my cock into him as spurt after
spurt of my hot cum filled his ass.

After we had recovered a little, we sat around the fire and drank some
more beer.  Scott and Mike went to bed, and Chad and I decided to stay
up for awhile longer.

Chad and I made sweet, slow love under the stars on the chaise lounge,
then went to bed ourselves.

The next morning, we gathered up our stuff and headed home.  It had been
a great weekend.  We all laughed at Scott, who was walking a little
bow-legged and complaining about his sore ass.

Chad and I never had group sex after that weekend.  We have been
faithful to each other all these years.  I still love him as much as the
day I met him, even more.

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