Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 18:20:49 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Chapter 14 This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It's called "Wilson Goes to Camp and will probably end up at about 25 chapters or so, even though I've only written 14 so far (sorry, this number keeps changing—this story is sort of writing itself! 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—and I get to keep cumming! Chapter 14- The Dream As you'll recall, we were taken out of the dining hall after breakfast so we could be the first cabin to complete our `sexual preference' lab session. As a result, after cleaning up our cummy bodies—we were glad we didn't have to clean up the lab equipment or furniture as we left it in quite a mess—we now found ourselves once again in the dining hall, getting an exclusive `cabin-5-only' explanation of all the courses and sports events that we could sign up for. While we did feel pretty special getting that personal attention, it meant that we were the last ones to sign up for some of the courses. By the time Tristan and I got to the signup sheet for the e-stim class, there were no slots left this week... that meant that while we were still going to be able to attend, it wouldn't be before our first `dad weekend.' Tristan and I decided after the lab session we'd just had, that the e-stim course was a must and if we indeed were able to construct e-stim `kits,' we wanted to use them on Marty and his dad, Neil, on Friday night during our `dad-son' outing—but that would now have to wait until our final `dad night,' or at our after party at Uncle Will's and Aunt Millie's. After our `events' presentation, we all headed back to our cabin for a shower to wash ourselves after coming all over ourselves—and each other. We still had about an hour before lunch and Clay suggested we might want to watch another cabin-mate's skype interview. I was surprised at my own body's reaction to that news—my penis got a little thick thinking about watching another bate session with Mr. Cooper and one of my new buds from cabin 5. We all showered and were sitting around the lounge area talking about the awesome lab session we'd just finished and admiring each other's bodies; I was getting hard wondering which one we'd get to watch cum with Mr. Cooper next. Clay was looking at a clipboard trying to decide which interview tape to watch next. "I have a better idea," explained Clay, bending over and digging through his bottom desk drawer. His bent-over posture gave me yet another chance to marvel at the beautiful lines of the human male form. His rounded, white butt-cheeks parted slightly as he bent down, giving us a pretty clear look at his barely-haired crack and puckered little anus. His pronounced—also hairless—chod made the perfect frame for the underside of his low-hanging nut-sack. I wondered if he shaved everything `down there' or if it was naturally hairless... a question for another time. "I think you might enjoy one of Mr. Cooper's interviews with one of the dads that he taped earlier this year—he's not a dad from our cabin, so it's probably ok to show it... the chances of you encountering him at camp this year are pretty slim. But if you do, I know you'll remember this guy—and his story. "First, let me give you a little background," explained Clay as he pushed it into the player. "This is a dad who has a son here now in a different cabin. The dad himself was a camper 20 years ago and was also a counselor more than once after that. At the beginning of the tape—which would take too long to show, so I'll just explain it—he talks about his and his son's masturbating experiences. They both, as well as a younger brother, started masturbating sort of by accident when the son was quite young—I think maybe 10 or so. The dad noticed that the son got hard whenever the dad took the boy for a ride on his motorcycle. It was pretty obvious that the boy was hard with his crotch pressed up against his dad's lower back and butt while riding the bike. The kid even ground his hard cock against the dad whenever they hit a bump; he even squirted a little cum in the early days when driving over rough roads and such. The dad didn't say anything at first; just pretended not to notice. However, it wasn't long before the son was asking to be taken for rides on the motorcycle almost every weekend. The dad figured it was time to have the `birds and bees' talk anyway, so he arranged for a ride up into the hills near their house for some privacy. One thing led to another; during the talk, the son admitted that he and his even-younger brother masturbated together almost every night... the surprising thing to the dad was that the object of their chatter while they jacked off was their dad. The son wondered—and asked his dad during their `talk'—if this meant he was gay. "This surprised the dad, but he carefully explained that getting hard and experimenting with other guys was a natural part of growing up—that it didn't make anybody `gay,' but if, when the son grew up, he preferred the sexual company of other men over women, that wouldn't change the love that he, the dad, had for his son. Needless to say, right there and then in front of God and everybody, the dad and son both pulled out their penises and had their first mutual masturbation session on a picnic table at a remote mountain park. The dad explains in the tape that while they continue to masturbate to this day—sometimes including the little brother, but mostly just the two of them—the relationship is stronger than ever and the dad wants to get his son into camp to learn more about himself. "Mr. Cooper asks if the dad and son had ever progressed beyond the mutual masturbation he describes and the dad said that only once had anything happened that might be considered beyond these bounds and he wanted to know if Mr. Cooper knew of any other dads and sons who had a similar experience and his take on the `gay' thing. "Mr. Cooper asked him to describe the episode and that's where I'll start the tape... the dad has just explained that he and his two sons went on one of their overnights up into the hills and were sleeping in their camper trailer, leaving their mom and sister at home. Their sleeping arrangements were the dad in the double bed at one end of the camper's `bedroom;' the two boys at the other end in fold-out twin beds. He describes a rather hot jack-off session the three of them had watching some porn, complete with all three appreciating each other's record loads ejected before turning in for the night. Even the little boy—now about 12—produced a pretty good load of semen... that's probably all the background you need for now... this is very hot—make sure each of you has a cum rag with you for this one! As Clay started the tape, I saw that the setup was the same as the interview with other campers—both the dad and Mr. Cooper were naked and erect but the dad was doing just about all the talking. His story obviously excited both of them as the knobs of their respective penises were slick with pre-cum; both continually wicked the freely-flowing, salty nectar from their cocks and slurped it off their fingers. The narrative began. "All I knew was it was some sort of contest—and I wasn't winning..." said the dad. Clay stopped the tape and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to give you one more piece of information... the dad is describing a dream he had while they were on that camping trip—in fact he has this dream the very night where all the guys jacked together." He pushed play again and the tape continued. "...through the mist of my dream, I knew I was naked, and one of a few contestants lined up and pressed up against a long, zigzag wall—there were 10 or 12 of us. Since I always sleep naked, this wasn't a new sensation, but it was in the context of many men, most just wandering around—all completely naked, sort of like at bate camp. About every ten feet, however, like I said, one of us was pressed up against the angle in the wall with his pelvis thrust forward; belts across our lower backs and upper thighs holding us tightly pressed against the wall. Cut into the wall at crotch level were padded 6-inch round holes where each of us had his genitals pushed through—pretty fancy glory holes, I guess. I couldn't tell if we were doing this voluntarily or if we were being forced, but the overall sensation was very erotic. "In the surreal atmosphere of the dream, the wall was complete and solid, from floor to ceiling, but somehow I could see on both sides, as if floating out of body, yet feeling all the sensations as if I was indeed still strapped into position with my junk sticking through that hole. The view from around the front side of the wall was a long row of `niches' like in a museum or art gallery; at the back of each niche was an erect, throbbing cock and fat set of balls sticking through the wall—my own included. The room in front was very fancy, with chandeliers and lounge furniture scattered about. The anonymity of this arrangement removed all inhibitions for the paying guests on this, the `fancy' side. Customers and `judges' dressed to the nines and sipping champagne were free within each little niche to fondle, handle, explore, suck, stroke, pinch, slap, jack, or squeeze whatever they wanted at will. They were also free to move between the niches alone or in groups to compare and contrast the dozens of exposed genitals, or to watch the other guests perform their ministrations, thereby satisfying their own pleasure and/or curiosity. "As I said, I was one of those held fast to the wall with my cock and balls sticking through, but no one seemed to be paying me any attention, at least not any physical attention. People wandered past; some would stop and stare or comment, but no one handled me; no one would relieve my burgeoning balls of their heavy load of come. I was ready to deliver, if only someone would take this heavy cock in their hand or mouth and help me shoot my load. "Looking to my right in his surreal world, I saw a particularly big guy strapped to the wall just like I was. The young man's cock was distended and throbbed with each beat of his heart. A crowd of 5 or 6 men and women had gathered in front of this impressive specimen and were handling his imposing dick and balls, testing their heat and firmness. His eyes were rolled up and he was moaning in his need for release. At the same time, I saw two men—judges or what, I didn't know—walk by behind us `contestants,' inspecting the backs of those of us strapped to the wall. These two were both naked also, and seemed to be either looking for an empty station to insert themselves, or were `sampling the wares' on display from behind. Each was slowly milking his own engorged organ. It dawned on me that this must also have been one option available to the paying `clients,' most of whom stayed on the front side of the wall, fondling the other `specimens' while fully dressed. Evidently they could also choose to assume the role of contestant in the back if they desired and to get naked like us. The two studs stopped at the big young man next door to me. "Without a word they released their own genitals and began caressing and rubbing his magnificent body, exploring every part of his muscled legs, buttocks, back, shoulders, chest... even roughly prodding his anus with a finger or two. But they couldn't reach his cock or balls which were of course sticking through the hole in front of him. My neighbor moaned at the added sensation of these two feeling him up. Someone in the crowd out front was gently slapping his huge prick, making it jump and sway with each slap. It was obvious that he was ready to shoot. Suddenly, one of the men stepped behind the guy and, with the help of his partner, parted the stud's muscular ass cheeks; the first man brought his turgid prick up to push against the big guy's winking anus. His helper returned to pulling madly on his own penis, forcing an orgasm; as he came, he squirted a massive, hot load of jizz up onto the big man's anus as well onto his partner's quivering cock. The slimy cum got all over the first guy's stroking fist but he didn't even slow down. Using the scalding goo for lubrication, the first man pushed his hard dick against the big man's anus repeatedly. The head popped in first; with another thrust or two, he was all the way in, ball-deep; after a moment, he began thrusting full-length in and out of this well-lubricated, clingy butt-hole. The cum from his partner's earlier ejaculation was dripping off the fucker's balls, making quite the puddle on the floor. "The invasion of his asshole by this hot penis finally gave the big contestant the release he needed. The group that had gathered in front of the wall—the ones that had been slapping and handling the swaggering cock—was deluged as blast after blast of white-hot come shot from the tortured, bloated dick; it splashed all over their hands and expensive clothes. Instead of being angry at having their clothing soiled by the multiple jets of sperm, the crowd instead marveled and excitedly commented on the massive release of semen that seemed to never end. They even licked drops of the hot goo off their hands and clothes—some even shared drops with others in the group. "I was very close to blowing my own load after watching his orgasm—at last, a young couple, both uncharacteristically nude—it seems everyone on that side of the wall was elegantly dressed, but these two were beautifully naked—wandered into my niche and silently approached my throbbing cock. Within just a few seconds, a small—also naked—mixed group of people gathered around the couple. The first woman stooped before me and, pressing her heavy breasts together around my throbbing shaft, and began tit-fucking me to my long-awaited orgasm. With verbal encouragement from the crowd, the man shamelessly reached under her breasts, found my scrotum, squeezed and pulled in rhythm with her heaving tits as she worked them up and down my shaft. He matched her movements stroke for stroke on his own distended penis while the crowd looked on. "Only one sensation made no sense to me in my dream; I couldn't explain the wet, hot feel on my cock as, stroke after stroke, my dick disappeared then reappeared in the dry crease between this vixen's warm, jiggling tits. "Just as the first surge of come coursed up from my balls and out the tip of my cock, I awoke with a groan. Disoriented at first, it took only a moment to realize I was beginning a massive, heaving orgasm right here in the trailer, blasting shot after shot of hot seed into my son's small mouth; his small hand stroked the bottom half of my prick while the other squeezed my heaving balls, timed perfectly with each of my gushes. Well, that explained the hot, wet sensation, I thought. It was my son's hot, wet mouth doing his best to stay on my spasming dick and keep up with swallowing my blasts of hot semen! "While my older son was bent over, sucking sperm out of my vigorously spending penis and swallowing every drop, there stood my younger son looking on, big-eyed and pumping his watery semen all over his brother's face as he gulped down my sperm. By the time Clay stepped up to the machine and hit `stop,' I think every cum rag in the cabin was full... I know mine was and I knew Clay's was—I'd just watched him blast his own load into his rag. "I hope you all enjoyed that guy's dream as much as I did... let's all throw our rags into the pail by the door and get some lunch," said Clay, tossing his own jazz-filled rag into the bucket. "I think most of you are in the `equipment' class this afternoon... one of my favorites when I was at camp. And off we went to the dining hall, this time mostly soft and satisfied—for the moment!