Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2018 00:02:08 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Chapter 10 of "Wilson Goes to Camp" attached This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It'll probably end up at about 20 chapters, even though I've only written 7 so far. I cum multiple times while writing each chapter, so the pages are probably a little sticky—sorry. I invite feedback at brad_rent@yahoo.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published. Chapter 10- Finally On the Way to Camp I slept like death after the spectacular man sex of last night. When I finally woke up, my dick was still hard, my asshole was sore and my crotch and hips ached from being spread out wide in the `fuck chair.' I vaguely remembered stumbling up the stairs naked with cum in my hair and jizz running down my butt-crack where I'd soaked myself as it ran down and around my torso. As I surfaced, I heard voices downstairs and it was pretty clear I was the last one up. I stumbled into the bathroom, naked, as usual. Checking the mirror, I decided I needed to shower before greeting the adults downstairs in the kitchen. The hot spray felt great and soon the cobwebs were clearing, leaving only happy—and arousing—memories of last night. Counting all of my `firsts' from last night on my hand, I figured that I scored my first experience watching what would be considered kiddie porn in the states. I also got to see two grown men perform a very hot frottage on one another and saw my step-dad get fucked—and fucked good! I'd heard about having the `cum fucked out of you,' but seeing it happen was awesome... I hoped to be part of something like that myself some day! (It says a lot about my young self that I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be the `fucker' or the `fuckee' in this situation) Besides my first enema, last night's `dildo assault' was also the first time I'd had anything but a butt-plug or a finger in my ass—and I nearly got fucked by an 8-inch monster `uncle' penis! It was a good thing Marty caught Will in time or I might not have been able to walk today! I tried to concentrate on finishing my shower, getting dressed and packing up my things for camp so that maybe my throbbing boner would subside. When it was time to head downstairs, my cock was still at full mast and needing attention, but I didn't have time to shoot a load right now, so I decided to strap my boner down instead. I knew that my tightie-whities weren't going to hack it—they just wouldn't do the job of containing my rampant dick—instead, I opted for an almost-too-small speedo I'd brought along for camp. The tight swimsuit did a pretty fair job of concealing my rock-hard penis if I pushed it up against my stomach and strapped it flat with the tight waistband against the belly of the shaft. The head peeked out above the beltline of my shorts, but if I wore my t-shirt untucked and loose, it did a pretty good job of concealing everything. "Hey, there's our porn star!!" called out Uncle Will as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. "What a stud we're sending off to camp today!" I blushed all the way from my toes to the top of my head and all three of the adults in the room got a pretty good laugh at my expense. Aunt Millie especially got a kick out of my reaction—obviously Uncle Will and my step-dad had filled her in on our escapades of the night before. "All kidding aside, son, you were pretty wound up—and pretty spectacular—last night... are you ok this morning? How's that tiny little hole this morning? We shouldn't probably have introduced you to the dildo like that, but you seemed ready for that next step," added Marty, giving me a fatherly pat on the back. My blush got even hotter at the mention of the dildo replica of Marty's penis and the `insinuation' that it had `insinuated' itself into tiny anus—but I had nobody to blame for my soreness this morning but myself. Millie took pity on me and moved the conversation away from my crotch and butt-hole by saying, "Wilson, help yourself to the eggs, bacon and toast over there on the table... and here's some orange juice to get you started... we need to be gone by about 10:30 if we're going to get you to camp by noon." The men left the kitchen still giggling at my expense and headed upstairs to get ready for the day while Aunt Millie and I chatted a bit about general stuff, but before long, the conversation returned to the adventures of the previous evening. "I hope the guys weren't too hard on you last night—get it, `hard' on you," she quipped, laughing at her own joke. "I know they can be pretty intense, especially when they haven't been together for a while... I decided to leave the house last night so they could get re-acquainted without me around. Between you and me, I think they feel that they need to cater to me when I'm around and I didn't want to be the center of attention, at least not last night... I hope they didn't take advantage of your innocent self too much... you're a pretty hot guy and I know Will has a particular `letch' for your cute young body... and very small anus." I thought for a while as I gathered my breakfast and replied, "I don't think they took any more advantage of me than I wanted them to... it was just about the most incredible experience I can remember and I can't wait to get to camp... also I can't wait to get back here either... Marty says you guys are planning some kind of `welcome home' celebration for me. Is that true? Was it your idea? "Well, I'm not sure you can say we're `planning' anything... we did discuss your upcoming camp experience and how it will probably change you—at least you'll come back with some pretty hot stories to tell... Will's pretty anxious to spend more time working on your body but Marty put him off until you're back from camp. After that, who knows," shrugged Millie. "Marty also mentioned something this morning about adding a couple of guys you met over in Bath a couple of days ago to your `welcome home' party? I think he said their names were Neil and his son, Tristan. Is that something that appeals to you or would you rather meet with them separately somewhere else or maybe at another time? My cock twitched at the mention of Neil and Tristan and I adjusted it and my t-shirt to keep Millie from seeing it throb as it peeked out the top of my shorts. "I guess your fooling with yourself there answers my question," said Millie, staring at my crotch. "Would you mind if I did some nosing around a little and maybe invited Neil's wife—Tristan's mother—if she's interested in joining the party? I don't know if she is, in fact, interested, but Marty mentioned that Neil told him she was pretty open minded about all this; at least as far as her husband and son are concerned—maybe she's also interested in `expanding her horizons' with us—besides, it might be more fun for me if I wasn't the only girl among all that meat. Another twitch. This time a small pearl of pre-cum oozed out the tip and left a small stain on my dark t-shirt somewhere just north of my belly button. "I guess that little drop there answers my question," added Millie, pointing at my mid-torso stain. With the busy-ness of getting out of the house and into their Range Rover with all our stuff—I guess the `jag-you-ar' was too small—my cock finally deflated to half hard and I was able to change into normal tightie-whitie underwear and shorts before we left. I did have to change my t-shirt since the breakfast conversation caused a spreading wet spot from my leaking dick-head. My bag felt heavier than I remembered it being when I packed it earlier, and a quick glance inside provided the answer—Marty (probably) had wrapped the dildo replica of his cock in one of my t-shirts and stuffed in a note: `just in case- Enjoy!' Just in case, my ass, I thought, then giggled at my own little anus joke. Will drove and Marty sat up front while Millie sat behind Will and I climbed in behind Marty. It was still weird for me to see the person in the left seat casually looking around when he should be paying more attention to the road, but having a clear view of Will with the steering wheel in the `other' seat reminded me we were in England and he—the `passenger' in an American car—was in control. The weather and scenery were picture perfect; before long we were on the Brit version of a freeway, cruising in a general westward direction. The conversation varied but it wasn't long before a passing sedan got us all focused on the subject of camp once again. As the car slowly eased past us in the fast lane, Will said, "Hey, you guys—do you think they're headed to the same place we're going? I had to rise up a little to see across and down, but the higher ride of our Range Rover gave a pretty good view down into the sedan as it passed. There were three guys—a `dad' driving and two guys my age—all stroking their exposed penises! The kid in the back seat even had his pants all the way off with his feet up on the back of the front seat. He seemed pretty proud of his boner and didn't miss a stroke—nut-sack madly whipping up and down—as Will sped up slightly to keep abreast. It made sense that we were watching a dad taking his son and one other young guy to bate camp—maybe a counselor or other camper or just a brother—who knows. It was also pretty obvious that they had been talking about the next two weeks and that got them all boned up and jacking in short order. They seemed oblivious to our abject stares—or maybe they were enjoying the attention? Our car weaved a bit as Will, not to be outdone, struggled to get the button and zipper of his jeans opened up. Soon he arched up a little and gave the kid in the back seat a pretty good look at his stiffening cock and fat, shaved balls. The kid's eyes widened when he realized that Will was showing off a pretty impressive boner; he immediately brought the incredible sight to the attention of the guys in the front seat. The two kids stared open-mouthed out their side windows but never stopped stroking their own dicks as Will worked his penis to its full 8-inch splendor. Their car weaved a bit as the driver tried to get a better look as well. "They've got us outnumbered, men," barked Will. "Marty, get your dick out... Wilson, get your pants off back there and join in, man... we can't let them beat us?" We all cracked up and in very short order, I peered over Marty's shoulder; indeed he had pulled out his genitals and was working them up to an impressive cock-stand of his own. I obediently yanked my zipper down and pulled out my own straining cock as well. Millie couldn't decide what to watch and her head was on a swivel. Out her window she had a clear view of three boners in the sedan and back in our own car, Marty and I had ours out and were working on getting them hardened up pronto. She probably couldn't see Will's as he was directly in front of her, but there was plenty of cock within sight without having to work very hard. Will barked again, "Men—we have a secret weapon in our car that they can't match... Millie—open your blouse and give them a peek at your magnificent tits! Quick! She gave a nervous giggle, furtively glancing over at me—but in no time untucked and unbuttoned her blouse all the way open, reached in and hefted her breasts out of her tight black bra, one at a time. I then and there had my first direct peek at a real set of `woman tits' I'd ever seen live and in person—and they were every bit as nice as those of the Italian `mom' from last night's video! My mouth was watering—I guess it's natural for men to want to suck on a tit when they see one. They were apple-to-grapefruit sized with no tan lines and small, prominent brown nipples. The delectable flesh jiggled with the motion of the car and as she pinched the leathery, brown nipples, one in each hand, they came wonderfully erect, soon pointing up and out like little fingers! She reached down, took one hand off my cock and placed it on her jiggling tit! I was in absolute heaven and stroked my dick with a renewed gusto. I now was in `full bone' and leaking pre-cum almost instantly—now I couldn't decide what to watch—Will's giant cock, Millie's beautiful, brown titties, or out the window at the three cocks in the next car! I reveled in the feel of her soft breast flesh and leathery, straining nipple as I pinched, pulled and twisted it, making her moan as she matched my twisting on the other one with her own hand. We were all surprised from our revelry by a loud horn blast. It seems that a semi had pulled up behind the sedan—I guess they're called `lories' over here—and the three boners in the sedan disappeared as the car sped up and moved over into our lane in front of us, allowing the truck to pass. He got an eyeful looking down as he passed our car—no one bothered to cover anything at all; Millie's beautiful breasts still jiggled about the back seat—my hand still squeezing and fondling the left one—and Will's big dick bounced against the steering wheel with each bump in the road. That earned us two short toots of his horn--another couple of toots as he passed the car in front of us told us that they had pulled their hardware back out to give him a show also. Millie caught me off guard when she cried out, "My heavens, Will, you weren't kidding when you said little nephew here had grown into quite the well-endowed young man... Wilson, what a magnificent penis... may I touch it? Before I could answer, she leaned over, pushed my hand away and grasped the shaft with her left hand. With her right, she reached down into my fly, pushed the waist-band of my underwear down under my scrotum and fished around for my ball-sack, bringing it out into the sunshine as well. It was clear that she had reached down into many a fly and pulled out cocks and balls for better viewing many times before. Yet another first!! I realized that this was the first time a `person of the female persuasion' had ever handled my junk. The sensation of a woman handling my genitals got me super excited—well, that plus my first-ever fondling of a beautiful fat tit... the feeling was electric and I could feel the jizz moving around inside me, getting ready to make an appearance way before it should have. I sort of moaned and Millie looked up into my face expectantly. "You're not going to cum right now, are you, Wilson? Oh, my god, you are! We need to get a rag or something so you don't ruin your clothes. After a second glance, she read the panicked look on my face correctly, and after not seeing a rag anywhere nearby, showed great ingenuity by leaning over, taking my entire twitching penis deep into her talented mouth all the way to my balls. `No rag, no mess,' she must have reasoned, `I'll just swallow all his sperm and there'll be nothing to clean up!' Just in time; within about a second of plunging down onto my cock, it was spurting jet after jet of boiling cum into the back her pretty mouth and she was gulping it down like a pro. I guess after years of eating Will's spooge made her an expert at keeping up with an orgasming dick! Even after I'd finished shooting a copious amount of cum, she kept my still-hard but sensitive penis in her mouth, gently sucking the last dribbles of goo out of the tip. Only after I was completely drained did she pull off and give me a great big spermy grin—and not the last one I'd see from her, by the way. "Wilson, you taste absolutely wonderful... was that your first time with a girl? I stammered something in reply and the guys in the front seat laughed out loud. The car in front of us took the next exit—they probably knew a short-cut—and before long, our exit came up. My heart beat increased—and my penis surged anew—my long-anticipated bate camp experience was about to start!