Date: Tue, 28 May 2019 17:22:40 +0000
From: hprp4z+3mrf9fos4fhu8@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures - Part 29: Camp Ends | <g> <yf>

The last week before the end our session at the Swiss summer mountaineering
school my older sister Lori and I attended every year, we both returned
from separate, final peak ascents. Her group of 16-18 year old girls, the
"Milans Royal" (red kites), were away for 4 days climbing the Dom. Though
not particularly dangerous, it was physically too challenging for
experienced boys in 11-13 year old group, the "Piverts" (woodpeckers), and
we we climbed the Aletschhorn,

We were all happy, exhausted and ripe, and after I grabbed a quick shower,
I slipped back into my dorm room where my friends were taking their time
getting unpacked and sorted. Pulling on my black Speedo, I told the guys I
was meeting my sister at the hot tub. Bruno, the cute little 11-year-old
Italian boy who spent every night with his hands in my underpants pants,
pulled off his woolen undershirt and smiled at me.

"Ci vediamo presto," he murmured, and winked.

Italians. They have no sense of social awkwardness. Sure, they can be
embarrassed, or be clumsy, but they're so damned self-assured they never
feel socially awkward, like Brits or North Americans. I bit my lip to not
laugh.

Swinging my towel over my shoulder, I left the boy's section of our dorm
floor passing a lot of kids returning from their final ascents, or
beginners coming in from classes. Downstairs, in the main community room, I
saw a group of middle-school age Dutch scouts vainly flipping through
channels on the mostly unused TV. Back in the 70s, there was no satellite
TV, much less internet, and the big, boxy set at the school only got one
crappy channel broadcasting in the Valais. The instructor / counselors
would catch the news, but that was about it, unless you wanted to watch
Kojak dubbed in French, with German subtitles.

One of the scouts turned to smile at me, and I saw his eyes linger on my
skinny, Speedo-clenched ass. I waved, and walked on.

The mountain school turned into an 8-18 year old camp during the summer,
and kept its indoor pool and hot tub on year round. With big window views
of the surrounding Alps, La Piscine was really popular with younger kids
all day, and older kids at night. It was late afternoon, and the pool had a
mix of ages splashing around and laughing, while only a small group of
older kids lounged in the large, in-ground spa.

Lori spotted me and waved. I'd already met all of her friends and room
mates, and they smiled as I walked over. Getting in the hot, bubbling
water, my sister and I hugged, and then told each other about our climbs. I
noticed a few of the older boys and girls were paired off, arms around each
other. A lot of the older kids hooked up, but not Lori. She was committed
to her boyfriend Jeremy, back in San Diego.

"Where's your little shadow?" Lori asked, grinning mischievously.

"Little?" I retorted in mock indignation. "He's almost as big as me!"

She raised her arms in surrender, and we both laughed. Because boys in my
mom's family tend to be late late bloomers, at 14, I looked more like
Bruno's age.

Lori and I both had our birthdays in camp, and she'd turned 17. And as I
remembered mine while chatting with Lori, my dick hardened in my Speedo.

Because I'd lived my first 12 years in Zurich, the camp director treated me
like boys in his home town of Lucerne. He'd scared me awake that morning,
wearing a ghastly clown mask, and taunting me about my birthday, and for
being an American. It was all in fun, and most of the other boy knew the
tradition and laughed. But Bruno, who from Milan, was genuinely
alarmed. That's why the director only did this with boys from central
Switzerland.

After dinner that night, Lori joined my friends and me for carrot cake, and
I got to open a packaged marked "Geburtstag," which I'd stored away for a
week. My mom was from Munich, and following German superstition, we never
gave gifts or even mentioned birthdays until the actual event.

There were cards from friends and family, and one from my mom and dad with
a photo of the present awaiting me in San Diego: a new, triple skeg Bonzer!
There was also a card from my boyfriend Jason, addressed to me at my
home. I didn't open it until I was alone the next day. I'd guessed
correctly there would be a private photo inside. Standing seductively in
just his bone-white Fruit of the Looms, he was grasping a gigantic bone
pressing up the center panel. "Thinking of you," he'd written in the
vertical shadow of his throbbing, adolescent desire.  It was clear he'd
grown a couple of inches since I'd seen him in May, both in height and in
the crotch.

When we finally broke away to brush our teeth and get ready for bed, I knew
what awaited me after our dorm's counselor poked in his head to say good
night before Lights Out. We'd figured out a new tradition for the rest of
our years at the camp while celebrating Lucien's birthday.

Bruno and Florian helped me out of my clothes. When I was just down to my
sheer little German undies, Bruno and I kissed tenderly. As our tongues met
to gently tango, I brushed my hand around his muscular little
buttocks. Meantime, Florian rubbed his palm up and down my erection, as his
it throbbed against its tight cotton confines. Then he spent long moments
tracing it with his forefinger, and I sighed into Bruno's mouth.

Meantime, standing behind me, Paul fluted his fingertips up and down my
sides, and around my skinny tummy, while his slender penis pressed through
his own little French briefs, between my buns. I gently clenched him with
my buttocks, and he purred, hugging me into him. As I knew from initiating
him to oral sex a few weeks before, Paul was also behind in
development. Though taller than me, the easy-going, long-haired brunette
boy was completely hairless, and his uncut cock, at 10 CM, was about the
same length as mine. And it felt snuggly at home in my crevice.

I shuddered as I felt Florian's tongue running up and down the front of my
undies, torturing my throbbing little bone. I squeezed Bruno's bum, then
reached forward to delicately clasp his hairless little boy bag, barely
emerging from the root of his very hard little dick. Kneading him slowly, I
made Bruno groan into my mouth.

On Kurt's bed, he and Michelle were working their way up to join in the
fun. Truly into girls, they poured over some porn, gently stroking each
other to desperation. Meanwhile, Lucien and Hans joined our love
pack. Their lightly haired boyhoods bounced with hunger above bare
scrotums. Naked, Hans knelt behind Florian, pressing his cock between the
smaller boy's buttocks. While kissing Florian on the neck and shoulder,
Hans held the Swiss 13-year-old's almost hairless dick near the tip, gently
pulling the hood back and forth across his tumescent head, and using his
other hand to cup Florian's tight little ball sack.

I felt my saliva-drenched briefs lower to my ankles, releasing my skinny,
palpitating boyhood, while Florian kissed the insides of my skinny little
thighs. I squeezed Bruno's throbbing penis, and he knew it was time to get
down to business.

"Allons-y, garçons!" he announced, and I was lowered onto a blanket
spread on the floor. Florian knelt between my widely-spread legs, while the
other boys kissed up and down my legs and torso. I laughed and sighed as 7
mouths set to work on me.

Bruno straddled my shoulders, and his 11-year-old prong bounced against my
nose, pulsating with his young heart beat. Just then, I felt a tongue-tip
press into my pee hole, and I moaned as Florian wrapped his lips around my
circumcised head and gently sucked, while running his index finger up and
down the length of my stalk. Feeling that wet little sponge working my
head, and the slow friction friction on the underside of my shaft was hot
enough. But my other roommates kissing and sucking my legs and nipples
almost brought me to climax. With my lips clamped around Bruno's
pre-pubescence, I sucked and licked and bobbed my head faster, while my
hips started thrusting. And that's when Bruno called time.

The idea was that the Birthday Boy wouldn't be allowed to cum until
everyone had sucked him for at least a minute, and no-one else was allowed
to cum until I did. Bruno knew my physical reactions, and ordered the
change up. Long hair almost obscuring his face as he looked down at me,
Florian smiled and straddled my shoulders. Lean and muscular like the
others, the pubescent boy's firm butt felt like firm rubber as it settled
on my chest. The triangle of underpants facing me pulsated with need, and
in the dark, I could almost make out the crown of his uncircumcised head as
it strained against the cloth.

I was going to torment him like he'd tortured me, and I ran my nose up and
down the hard tent pole quivering up the front of his thin bikini
briefs. Then I kissed the tip pressing through tight, white
cotton. Shivering, Florian clutched my shoulders and moaned, as I kissed up
and down his 13-year-old boyhood.

At the same time, a new mouth licked my length, as it its diamond hardness
bounced with desperation. Then lips closed around me sucking up and back,
slowly, then fast, then slowly again, while fingertips delicately closed
around my smooth, tight little sack.

Hands traced caressed my thighs and stomach, and kisses landed all over my
torso and legs. Then I felt a boy lifting one of my feet, massaging the
sole. Lips wrapped around my big toe, and I groaned when the mystery mouth
sucked my digit and licked it clean.

My hips were starting to rock, and I was panting into Florian's briefs as I
soaked them with my mouth juice, sucking on discreet bits of his tender
boyhood. I was galloping toward orgasm when Bruno ordered another change
up. He read all my signs, and as Florian whimpered and crawled off of me I
saw it was my little Milanese lover grinning at me, while sucking my toes.

Paul shed his undies and climbed over my shoulders, so I could work his
bald, quivering tumescence. As he did, Kurt knelt between my thighs. From
experience with Lucien's birthday, I expected the 13-year-old straight boy
to give me the best hand job he could muster, and sighed contentedly when
he tumbled my tiny balls with one hand, and delicately stroked me with two
fingers of his other hand. But when I felt Kurt swabbing his tongue around
my circumcised glans, I figured even straight guys get a little dick
curious.

And so it went, as I cycled through my roommates, blowing them as they
sucked me, bringing each other close to climaxing at least twice. We didn't
have the word "edging" back then, but it's what we were doing, and it was
driving us all crazy.

The room was filled with moans and fleshy squelching, and the musky aroma
of boy sex.

By the time Bruno straddled my shoulders for the 3rd time, I begged my
friends to let me cum, and they were only too happy, because they could
finally get the release they so desperately craved. As I sealed my lips
around Bruno's slender boyhood, and slid all the way to his bald pubis, I
felt Florian's hot mouth bobbing up and down on me as fast as he
could. Meantime, Lucien stood with his feet on either side of my head, so
that Bruno could eat his almost hairless boyhood. At the same time, Kurt
and Michelle knelt on either side of my tummy, reaching across to pump each
other furiously, aiming to jizz all over me.

I worked my finger into Bruno's tight little hole, and began to finger fuck
him, while my palm slid across his tiny sack. Sucking up and down his
length, I began to hum the "Happy Birthday song," and I knew the vibrations
would bring him home. His whole body spasmed, his hips thrust forward, and
his little dick twitched against my tongue. His climax pushed me over the
brink, and the itchy fire detonated out from my impossibly tight little
scrotum. My dick fired drily, as stars burst across my eyes, and I fell
into deep, dark night.

==========================

Sitting in the spa's bubbling waters, I banished that memory from my brain,
trying to will down my boner. Just then, my big sister called out, "Salut
les gars," as Bruno and Paul walked toward us, smiling. Paul wore a slinky
pair of red swim briefs, while Bruno was in his Italian underpants. Like a
lot of boys at camp, he'd neglected to bring swim trunks, but no one cared
if you swam in your undies. His briefs were tight and thin, white with thin
horizontal lines of orange. When they got wet, there'd be nothing left to
the imagination. My dick hardened again as the boys climbed in next to me.

As we chatted and laughed, with the older kids, I felt Bruno's fingers
sliding up and down the inside of my thigh. As his hand slowly drew closer
to my crotch, my fully engorged dick strained against its lycra prison. Two
could play at that game, and hidden by the frothing water, I squeezed
Bruno's muscular young thigh, and my knuckles came into contact with the
younger boy's hard on, stretching his sheer little undies.

I drew the tip of my index finger down his throbbing length, slowly
caressing down to the 11-year-old's scrotum, and back. He copied my
motions, and for the next 20 minutes, we tried to ignore the delicious
torments we brought to each other, stifling inappropriate giggles in the
middle of conversations, and smiling like idiots.

Soon, Lori and her friends got out, and it was obvious we weren't the only
one's fooling around, as a couple of the boys tried vainly to conceal
erections straining swim trunks or undies. I wondered where those boys and
girls would go off to fuck. Maybe the forest. But who cared, when I a
finger was tracing up and down my boyhood?

When were alone, we giggled hysterically, and I figured out Bruno had been
caressing the French boy's cock, as well. We all really needed to cum, but
there were too many kids and instructors around. But Paul had the brilliant
idea of going to the sauna. No one used it during the day. Also, there was
a glass door, so we'd see anyone approaching.

With our towels held in front to hide our hard ons, we went down the long
hallway to the sauna, passing the male and female locker rooms on either
side. We grabbed more towels and one of the bottles of massage oil from a
table outside.

After spreading towels on wooden benches, Bruno, Paul and I traded soft
kisses, while caressing each others' turgid boy poles, before sliding off
our skimpy wet attire. We were already hot from the spa, and were quickly
sweating in the sauna.

Taking turns, we each lay face down on spread towels, while the other two
boys would use lots of oil to work our stiff muscles. I liked the lower
half, kneading on legs and buttocks, and would slowly work my finger into
Bruno's and Paul's tightly coiled holes. Paul really loved it, and lifted
his hips to press back against my finger. And when it was my turn, he spent
long moments sliding his long fingers in and out of my anus, while I
admired his 10 CM of uncut tumescence, pulsing from a bald pubis, above a
bare, plum-shaped sack.

The massage oil was some kind of edible, natural thing, and its ingredients
included mint, which tingled nicely in one's naughty bits.

After having our backsides thoroughly kneaded, we'd each roll over, to have
our torsos and leg fronts massaged. Two young boys digging their fingers
into your shoulders and calves, chest and thighs felt so good I almost fell
asleep in the heat. But then they poured oil on my junk, and Paul used his
whole hand to grasp me. While he slowly stroked, Bruno cupped and massaged
my tightening scrotum, sliding his middle finger in and out of my anus.

But before I could build up to my climax, Bruno impatiently said he wanted
his turn, as he was the last. None of us had yet cum when we finally rubbed
our way to Bruno's slender little hardness. I was rolling his barely
visible bag, pulled in tightly at the base of his dick, when Paul asked if
he and Bruno could suck each other off. I was only momentarily
disappointed, but the 13-year-old turned to me and asked if I would fuck
him at the same time. I grinned.

"Mon plaisir, monsieur!" I chuckled, as he moved around on the wooden
bench. Paul spread his knees wide on either side of Bruno's head, while
facing down toward the younger boy's loins.

Kneeling behind Paul, I reached between his sweat-drenched thighs, and
traced my fingers from his penis tip to his full bag and back, before Bruno
reached up to take my place.

Paul's shoulders bent, down to Bruno's loins, as I poured more oil onto my
hand, and slicked up both my dick and his muscled ring. Slowly, I circled
his drain with my finger tip, gently entering his tightly bound hole, and I
heard him him groan through a full mouth. I felt Bruno's long, wet hair
tickling my lower thighs, while his head bobbed between Paul's
legs. Slipping in a second finger, I spent a few moments stretching the
older boy further, knowing I'd be taking his cherry.

Spreading Paul's sopping cheeks as wide as possible, I lined up my dick
with his opened hole. I told him I'd go slowly, and to let me know if he
wanted me to stop, then pressed in. Unintentionally, I slid right in, and
he groaned. I was buried balls deep in his exquisite behind. It was so hot
and tight, I wanted to fuck him hard and fast. But I held off until he let
me know he was ready.

Gently moving a little forward and back, my dick slid through a gripping,
buttered glove. I held Paul's sweat-washed, muscular hips with both hands,
pulling and pushing my way in and out of his squeezing bowels. As my
thrusts gradually grew faster, Paul pressed back into me, and then rocked
forward to stab his throbbing boy penis into Bruno's hungry little mouth.

Trying to fight off my building orgasm, I'd occasionally slow down, but I
couldn't help speeding up again, and my sweat shot off me in rivers with
every pump into Paul's tight bottom. Paul's head swung faster, and Bruno's
mounting moans were muffled by Paul's groin, but soon he cried out. I knew
he must have pulled off the 13-year-old's bald cock as he came. Paul's head
slowed, then stopped, and as I heard him kissing Bruno's body, I slowed my
thrusting, until I heard Bruno catching his breath. Then Paul rested his
head on Bruno's crotch, and slurping sounds renewed. I pushed and pulled
faster, and I was growing dizzy from the heat of the sauna and in my loins.

Paul's moaning and gasping grew, and he humped harder back into me and
forward to Bruno. I ran my hands up and back his salt dripping sides,
relishing the rubbery feeling of his slick skin. Then I rested on his back,
kissing his shoulders, while I pounded him savagely. I was strangling my
building scream as Paul panted and moaned faster. Finally, he groaned, and
I felt his anus squeeze my drilling boyhood like a vice. And that rung my
dry orgasm from deep within my tiny, contracted scrotum. It was so hot in
that sex sauna, and the world was spinning. I don't remember if I even felt
the first racking pulse before I passed into darkness.

Thankfully, my friends were very familiar with my tendency to pass out when
cumming, and Paul had been holding my arms, so I didn't slide off of him in
an avalanche of wet flesh. I came too with Bruno holding a cold, wet cloth
to my forehead, and Paul holding my legs up on his thigh.

They were smiling, and I sighed and smiled back. Bruno leaned down to kiss
me, and I savored a feint trace of semen. Though Paul was a late bloomer,
he shot a little watery nectar, and Bruno swallowed it all.

=======================

A couple of days later, Bruno, Paul and I finished morning climbing
classes, and our group was one of many that had free afternoons in those
last few days. So, a lot of the boys and girls played footie or volleyball,
hiked or hit the pool. Getting dressed after going for a swim, we pulled on
our climbing harnesses and grabbed our gear, before heading into the
woods. There was a group of faces used for beginner training, and when we
saw the Dutch scouts returning from that direction, we knew we'd have the
walls to ourselves. You see, a couple of weeks earlier, Bruno and I had
figured out how to use harnesses in ways not intended by their
manufacturer. And we wanted Paul to join in on the fun.

It'd become clear that we were the only 3 committed homos in our group of
friends. Don't get me wrong - our roommates were coupled off every night in
furious pubescent passion. But the other boys were simply horny young boys,
and didn't hunger for dick the way we three did. And we wanted to dine on
each other before dinner.

We drifted slowly through the woods, as the last few scouts passing by
peered curiously at us. A few minutes later, we had to sneak by a
scoutmaster and one of our female instructors spreading out a blanket in a
cleft between some trees. Both college age, they had a bottle of wine, and
it was pretty clear they were going to get busy. We choked our snickers and
continued on until we got to the walls. This part of the mountain had 50-80
degree angled faces, all 5.1-5.4 climbs. We chose an incline and got ready.

Paul and I set the rope. He worked belay, as I quickly scrambled up the
incline. The school was committed to clean climbing, and the only pitons
I've ever set were in the military. So there were regular permanent anchors
for me to clip carabiners for our rope. It was such a baby climb, I didn't
really need them, but safety first. Anyway, after setting the top rope, I
rappelled back down. Bruno had shed his shorts and undies, and was securing
his harness leg straps around his thighs.

Harnesses then weren't padded like today, and the nylon would have chaffed
like shit. So we'd brought towels to line the straps. With his wavy blond
hair falling out of his helmet across the shoulders of his woolen top, he
looked so adorable, and my dick started filling as I gazed at the naked
expanse from loins to his boots.

Bruno and I switched off with the rope, and he quickly scrambled up the
rocky face until his junk was level with our heads, then Paul tied off his
end of the rope around a tree. Watching those muscular buns flexing with
just a few movements got me fully hard, and I rubbed the front of my shorts
as they tented tightly.

Paul's arms slid around me, and as he kissed the back of my neck, I felt
his swelling boyhood pressing against my slender buttocks. His hands
replaced mine, slowly running his palm up and down my turgid desire.

Bruno had already stepped out of his footholds, and hanging by the rope,
turned around. His uncut flesh was half-engorged, and he grinned down at
us. Paul and I shed our harnesses, and I stood between Bruno's widely
spread legs, slowly kissing up and down his floating, corded legs. Paul
pulled down my shorts, and I clumsily stepped out of them, while the other
boy held me by the waist. I ran my tongue along the inside of the
11-year-old's thighs, making him giggle and gasp with every swirl.

Paul was again pressing into me, and I could tell he was only wearing his
little French briefs as his hardness briefly pressed between my buns. I
flexed around him, making him moan. Then Paul took to Bruno's other thigh,
kissing and licking, and caressing with one hand. He used the fingertips of
his other hand to lightly play across the the tent puling against my sheer,
tight undies. He loved to tease boys through their briefs until they begged
to be stroked.

Bruno was grunting and squirming by the time I got to his backside. Sliding
between his ass and the rock face, I I spread his muscular little cheeks,
and carefully swabbed his entire crevice. Meanwhile, Paul was working his
tongue around Bruno's tightly straining balls. Our tongues met, and we
briefly kissed beneath Bruno's jewels, before going back to work on our
little friend.

Bruno was loudly moaning when my tongue tip circled his tight little
ring. Paul took Bruno's raging harness into his mouth. At the same time,
Paul's pole pressed against mine, though thin layers of squeezing cotton. I
slid my hand around Paul's waist to pull us together harder, while
caressing Bruno's globes with the other. The tip of my tongue finally
penetrated Bruno's hole. Fortunately, we'd planned ahead, and it was clean
and tasty.

Paul and I slowly ground into one another. Bruno's gasps and moans grew
louder and faster. But just when my little Italian was getting close to his
climax, we heard a boy voice call out to us.

It was one of the older scouts, asking us in failing schoolboy French what
we were doing. He was with a group of around 10 other scouts, almost all
our age. The grins on their faces told us we were totally busted, and I
must have turned bright red.

Two big scouts, maybe 16, slowly sauntered over. In very broken French, he
told us we were very naughty boys. My erection quickly deflated as four of
his fellows seized us by the arms. The older scout smiled and said we
needed to be punished for our sins, and the scouts quickly bound Paul's and
my hands behind our backs. Meanwhile, before Bruno could scramble up the
face and escape, two other scouts grabbed him and tied his wrists to his
harness. He was yelling things like, "Pirlas! Sacco di fottuti stronzi,"
but they only laughed and gagged him with his own undies.

Four of the younger, scouts dragged Paul and me over to a clearing where
the older two scouts shed their shorts and undies, and sat on a couple of
boulders. Their cocks were filling as they grinned at us. My briefs were
pulled down, and I stumbled out of them, before being dragged over one of
the leaders' laps. His big, 16-year-old erection pressed against my hip,
and I could feel moisture drooling onto me. At the same time, Paul was
dragged over the lap of the other big scout.

My older scout was gently caressing my skinny buns, as I shivered with
fear. He said something in Dutch that made the two boys holding me
laugh. One of the younger boys whispered in my ear not to worry, then slid
his hand between the older scouts spread thighs to caress my groin. Getting
on his knees, he gently clasped my shrunken, flaccid boyhood. Looking
curiously at my little circumcised dick, he asked, "Êtes-vous Juif?"

"Non, je suis américain. C'est traditionnel là -bas."

He shrugged and nodded, then slowly fondle my soft 5 CM boyhood. The third
scout was getting something out of his pack. At the same time, the older
boy was sliding his finger up and down my sweat moistened buttocks. When
one of his fingers slowly worked around my tender, clenching ring, I
groaned, and my dick began to swell in the younger scout's fingers.

I heard slapping sounds and cries, and glanced at Paul. The older boy and
one of the younger scouts were taking turns spanking his bum. It didn't
seem like they were very serious about it, and his fully engorged dick was
being kissed and stroked by another scout crouched below.

Meanwhile, Bruno had been spun around to face the cliff, and his two scouts
were taking turns lightly high-fiving his little buttocks, and reaching in
to massage his boyhood.

The third scout showed something I couldn't see to the kneeling boy. His
uniform shorts were so small that I could see part of his white underpants
cinched around his shapely globes, when he bent over to whisper into the
other's ear. They both giggled, and the third boy stood up to walk behind
me.

Just then, I squealed as the scout leader wet two fingers and worked them
into me. I winced, then whimpered as he finger fucked me for me for a few
moments. He chuckled and said in English "You're very bad boy, Bobby
Brady."

The third scout was spreading my legs, the older scout removed his finger
to use both hands in spreading my cheeks. Then something moist and hard
pressed at my hole. It stung and I gasped as it slowly pressed. It was too
cold to be a dick, but it hurt almost as much, and I cried out as it slowly
penetrated me.

Meanwhile, the scout under me began to tease my raging mushroom cap with
his wet little tongue, just as the intruder burrowed home and stabbed into
my prostate. Then the hands left my buns to close around whatever was
forced into me, while the two scouts taking charge of my ass laughed. The
leader caressed my bottom one last time, then began to spank me. Slowly,
methodically, he slapped my buns. He wasn't hitting me too hard, as spanked
one side, and then the other. But he was relentless. I was grunting as the
burn slowly mounted with every spank on my stinging cheeks.

"Bad little American boy," the big scout taunted, as he spanked me again
and again. His fat hardness ground against me with every slap, and his
breathing grew faster. My hips were grinding, forcing the anal intruder in
and out of my bowels, rubbing my love button harder and harder.

Gasping, I glanced down to see the third scout had shed his lower clothing,
and knelt behind the one stroking and licking my tender, bald
boyhood. Gritting my teeth from the relentless spanking, and stroking, I
watched while the third rubbed the front of the second's shorts, then slid
them down. Number three reached under the kneeling boy's white briefs,
making the scout sigh. His hot breath steamed across my dick. Then his
briefs were lowered, and the third boy reached underneath, before his arm
began to rhythmically move. The second boy moaned more hot breath onto my
raging hardness, then continued stroking and licking me for a few
moments. But suddenly, he jerked, and groaned, as the third scout entered
his anus. Slowly, the penetrator thrust into the boy stroking me, and the
gentle slapping of his hips merged with the spanking against my cheeks, and
I grew dizzy from the inferno in my ass and dick.

Vaguely, I noticed that Bruno had been lowered. Still bound, he was resting
on his ass, his head bobbing into the crotch of a scout straddling him,
naked from the waist. At the same time, another boy knelt between Bruno's
thighs, vigorously eating Italian boyhood, while his hand was a stroking
blur between his own legs.

Paul was lying on his back, with a younger scout impaled on his hardness,
riding him like a bronco. The older boy knelt across Paul's shoulders, so
my friend could suckle and caress his huge, almost man-sized cock. The
leader of that group was giving head to a younger boy also naked from the
waist down. The younger boy's firm bubble butt spasmed with every stoke of
the older boy's mouth.

The forest filled with moans, some high pitched, other lower, some changing
octaves without control. I felt the older scout shudder against me, and his
cock erupted against my hip, spewing all over my hip and buttocks. Then he
resumed punishing me "for being naughty."

The mild spank, spank, spanking was really stinging and burning, and tears
formed at my eyes. But I was loving it so much, as the pain merged with the
drilling in my bowels, and the stroking and licking against my tender
boyhood. I couldn't stop the building explosion, as the spanking, ramming
and stroking finally ignited my insides. The dry fire swept across me, and
I choked a maddening shriek before I fell into the night.

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I woke up to Paul and Bruno curled around me on the cold ground. They were
clothed, and had dressed me in my sleep. I sighed, noticing the scouts had
long gone. Getting up, I felt the full, hard intruder still lodged in my
hole, and I also needed to poop. As my friends also rose, I told them where
I was headed. Grabbing a trowel and TP from my pack, I found some privacy
behind a tree and dug a small hole. This was in days before the "Leave No
Trace" principles became popular, so I lowered my shorts and undies, and
crouched over the hole. I gasped the large object shot out, followed by
some turds. Cleaning up, I looked down and discovered I was about to bury a
wide, pickled carrot. As I buried my no longer edible sex toy, I made note
for future reference.

Walking back to the school grounds, Paul, Bruno and I wrapped our arms
around each others' shoulders, friends for life. As we made our way through
the darkening woods, we chuckled about our strange afternoon.