Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2018 22:27:20 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Chapter 16 of "Wilson Goes to Camp" Attached 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 16 so far (sorry, this number keeps changing—this story is sort of writing itself!) I cum multiple times while writing each chapter—this one especially—3 giant cum-loads are in this one! The pages are probably still 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 16- Our First `Hands-On' Session Back at the cabin, the others were finishing up a rousing chat about their individual score sheets from the sexual preference test earlier in the day. I was sorry I'd missed their discussion, since Clay reportedly provided some insight into the technical jargon in the letter. As it ends up, he never did show any porn or skype interviews to the rest of the cabin—the letters on their bunks ended up consuming their attention while we were gone. Another reason I was sorry I missed the discussion was that it was pretty evident that their talk turned on some pretty titillating observations—half of the guys were sporting burgeoning, leaking erections and stroking their meat alone or in small groups spread around the room. "Mine says I like to fuck animals," said Sid, a cabin mate of ours from one of the flat countries in Europe—Belgium or Holland or someplace—shaking his head. Clay interrupted, "that's not exactly correct, Sid... what the test indicated was that you were in the highest quartile—that means top quarter—of all the males tested to date when it comes to wanting to watch someone have sex with an animal; it doesn't necessarily mean you want to have sex with one; just that you showed more interest than most... did you zoom in on something like that during the test? "Well, not exactly... I did get curious and watched while one guy fucked a sheep for a second... I knew it was all made up or computer generated or something, but I was curious about how he'd get his knob into it, so I spent maybe 20 seconds watching him while he held up the sheep's tail and pushed his cock into its butt or whatever... do sheep have cunts? "All it took," said Clay as we all laughed at Sid, "was 20 seconds of watching that for the computer to tag you as more `interested' in bestiality—having sex with animals—than the other males tested... also, don't forget that the software measured your responses to that image—evidently you were aroused somehow by that image and the computer registered your reaction—don't forget there were sensors on all your erogenous zones. I couldn't remember what my own score was for that particular item, but I intended to look after dinner, since I remember watching some young kid let a calf suck his hard little penis like it was its mama's udder. I almost came guessing what that suck job must have felt like. As we moved down to our end of the cabin, I remembered talking with Tristan a couple of days ago in Bath. I specifically recalled Neil, his dad, saying that the bath house there was one of their favorite places to go and get naked together. I wondered where else they went besides the bathhouse when they wanted to `nude up' and masturbate together, since the weather in England generally didn't allow much outdoor nudity. We laid back on the pillows of our respective bunks with almost an hour to kill before dinner, so now was as good as any to ask about him about his experience. "Hey, Tristan," I asked, "your dad said you guys liked getting naked together and that the bath house was one of your favorite places; where else have you guys gotten naked? Clay evidently heard my question and came over to ask, "Do you two mind if the other guys listen to you talk about this? I've seen Tristan's interview tape with Mr. Cooper—very hot, I might add; while there are some similarities to Andy's story growing basically in a nudist commune, there are some unique aspects to yours, Tristan, that the other guys may want to hear. Also, this is a good opportunity for all of us to have our first `hands-on' session, where we encourage everybody to explore other boys' bodies—if that's ok with the one being handled... we're very big on consent here. "I didn't mean to put Tristan on the spot with my question," I replied, "what do you say, Tristan, do you mind telling all of us your story?" I couldn't wait to see what a `hands-on' session turned into with the pretty amazing group of young bodies in our cabin. "No, I don't mind... after watching Andy's tape, I knew that my own would come up eventually... I guess I could just tell it again here instead of boring everybody by making them watch my interview. "I don't think anybody will get bored hearing your story, Tristan," replied Clay, raising his voice to summon the rest of cabin 5. "Hey guys, gather around down here... Tristan's going to tell us the `good parts' from his interview with Mr. Cooper. The other dozen or so guys came and sat on the bunks on either side of ours; some even on our own beds as well. Clay pulled up a chair in the space between the foot of our beds but remained standing in front of it and turned to face the gathering group. As he addressed the guys moving toward our end of the cabin, I was able to look more closely at his hard, svelte body. I hadn't noticed before how absolutely perfect Clay's round little butt was. He carried his smallish hard cheeks high and separated, giving a clear view of his puckered anus deep in the dark cleft, without even spreading his cheeks apart. I was especially `keen,' as the Brits say, to explore the silky, white hairs that covered the white skin all over his ass. A quick glance back at Tristan and I was caught—he was watching me ogle Clay's spectacular butt; a knowing `Mona-Lisa' smile crossed his lips. Turning our attention to the gathering group, about half of them were still sporting semi-erections from discussing their test results. "Before Tristan continues with his story," said Clay, "I want to explain that the time from now until dinner will be our first `hands-on' session for the cabin as a whole... we're all here now, most are pretty aroused already, and it's a good opportunity to explore each other's bodies while Tristan provides us all with even more `boner fuel' as I like to call erotic chatter like this. Let me say this at the outset—we'll probably have a few of these cabin-5 `hands-on' sessions over the next two weeks—and we can have them as often as you want; I encourage you to let other guys touch your bodies... this might be a first time for some of you, but we here at bate camp think it's important for your growth as masturbating males to learn to share yourselves with other like-minded guys. I've noticed that some of you have already taken tentative steps at feeling other campers' bodies—go for it. This is a controlled environment where you all can learn from each other what excites you and your partners. That said, and again, I can't say this too strongly—if you object to what others are trying to do to you, just say no. We believe strongly that no means no. Also, this is a `no-judgement' zone; nobody can make you do something you don't want to. OK, if everybody understands the ground rules, go ahead, Tristan, continue with your story... and don't forget, gents; everybody will need at least one cum rag for this next bit, especially at the end where I'll demonstrate my favorite male-bonding technique—frottage. One lucky guy will get to experience that with me at the end. I noticed that Clay didn't need any more boner fuel—knowing what was about to happen had him harder than I'd seen him all day. As he turned to sit in the chair, I admired his thick, slightly up-curved penis sticking straight out from his crotch, throbbing, bobbing and twitching as he spoke, turned and sat down. Tristan again saw me leering and smiled again. I decided to see if this `hands-on' exercise included me putting my hands on Clay and his sweet Canadian equipment! I also wondered just who was going to be his partner in his frottage demonstration. Tristan began, "Well, from a pretty early age, nudity was a part of growing up. My parents were often nude and I just got used to seeing them and being naked myself around the house... that caused a few embarrassing moments when friends just came and knocked on the door, but they soon learned to call before coming to our house. After they got a little older, however, they actually hoped they'd get to see some skin when they came over—then they sort of `forgot' to call more often than not. My folks didn't mind, though, since even my visiting friends usually joined us and shed their clothes once they were in the house... I think every one of my better friends has gotten to fuck my mom—or at least beat off with me in front of her—while dad watched, helped or even `diddled' them. I might add here that whenever we had `naked nights'—or days for that matter—we were expected to clean out our asses just like we do here at camp every morning. I think I had my first enema at around 10 and have been doing that every day since then—just like everybody in my family... `Be Prepared' wasn't just the Boy Scout motto at our house. "That's actually pretty hot... I'd love to have known someone who had naked parents around their house when I was growing up... don't you have any siblings?" asked Clay, "Any brothers or sisters? Do they also participate in `naked night'? "Yeah, I have a younger sister and she doesn't have any problem being nude either. It's actually been sort of neat being able to watch each other mature... she got to see my first pubic hairs appear and I've been able to see hers come in as well... right now she's only 13, but has a nice little pelt—that she trims regularly, by the way—and is pretty proud of her little breast buds that are starting to poof out—she lets me touch `em and I've been able to see them `grow' bit by bit. I couldn't help but conjure Hermoine's little titties from the video earlier today; my cock started to chub remembering how Harry brutally punished her cute little breasts and pouty nipples, pinching and tugging on her tender flesh while she moaned from his rough abuse. "Does she let you touch her cunt? Do you let her touch your cock?" Clay asked, sort of guiding the discussion... I remembered that he probably already knew Tristan's whole story since he'd viewed his interview tape, and wondered where exactly he was guiding his story. "Yes, actually... I had a similar experience to Dennis's—you all remember his story and how he's already fucked his mom and sister? Well, that's pretty much the way it is in our house, too... except that my parents have friends—also with kids—that they invite over for mutual family `group gropes'... everybody has a partner and a great time. Very little happens that all the others aren't able to watch—and even join in with if they want to... and yes, I've fucked both my mother and my sister as well as many of their friends when they come over to our house. That includes their dads and brothers, too, on occasion. By now, everybody within earshot was boned up and stroking their hard penises. Some of the guys were even getting more familiar with each other by jacking their neighbors' cocks or pumping their own while feeling their neighbor's ass or chest. Sid, our resident `animal fucker' was even on his knees in front of Dennis, sucking on his very thick, 8-inch cock and squeezing on his fat nut-sack while they both listened to Tristan talk. I wondered if Sid was thinking that Dennis's cock belonged to some random beast of burden. Ha Ha. "Feel free to ask Tristan any questions while he talks... I know there's much more than he's covering here and if you're interested in knowing more, ask away," interjected Clay. I sort of started all this by wanting to know more of his experience—especially with Neal, his dad, so I asked, "I know your dad and you are used to messing around with each other from our conversation in the bath house, but I didn't know you'd also messed around with other guys... has your dad ever fucked you? or let you fuck him?" I asked. "No... just like your step-dad said at the bath house the other day, my dad wants to have the last night here at bate camp be the first time we fuck each other—but that doesn't mean I haven't fucked anybody else or been fucked myself," he answered. I stared at him open mouthed... and was fully hard! I mean throbbing, aching hard. I was on my side with one hand holding up my head; the other hand busy stroking my leaking cock while Tristan told his story. I noticed that he, too, was hard as a rock recounting his home life. His beautiful prick was hard and leaking just like mine. The foreskin was peeled back below the crown, showing off his bulbous, shiny head now covered with pre-cum. He was flat on his back with an arm under his head and was matching me stroke for stroke—staring at me as intently as I was at him; I wondered which one of us was going to shoot first. Glancing around the group, one kid was already wiping the last dribbles of his goo off the head of his cock after filling up a cum rag; his neighbor had evidently helped pump the jizz out of his cock for him and was licking his fingers. Dennis was moaning as he guided Sid's head movements and approached his own orgasm... no need for a rag here—I'm sure Dennis was planning to shoot his entire load into Sid's mouth and down his throat if he could get it in far enough... and I'm guessing that was OK with Sid, too. "So tell us who has fucked you?" Clay asked. "Dad was pretty careful about who I fooled around with and he pretty much controlled—you could even say he directed—all of my fucking experiences so far. There haven't been that many different dicks in me, but each was pretty awesome... and dad was there for all of them. "Don't stop there... when did this happen and who got to do you first?" Clay asked. "It wasn't that long ago that I got my first actual dick. But that doesn't mean I'd never been penetrated... I remember sticking my finger up my butt from almost the beginning of my experimenting. I was probably 8 or 9. After my finger, it was just about anything I could hold onto once it was in there—and move in and out—once it was up inside me... my favorite was a small plastic bottle of `Brut' aftershave that had a long neck. It got gradually bigger toward the bottom; the farther it went in, the bigger the girth. As I slid up and in, I got pretty stretched out—and came to really appreciate having my anus being part of my masturbation routine. I couldn't help stare down at Tristan's chod as his balls rose and fell with each cock stroke, revealing that thick, muscly perineum. As if on cue, he brought his hand around from behind his head, licked his middle finger, raised one knee up, then slowly slid his spit-covered finger into his sweet little puckered butt-hole. Another camper—I think it was Cliff this time—moaned and filled up his cum rag just about the time Tristan's finger was all the way in. He had a little extra help from his neighbor, who was busy fingering Cliff's puckered anus as he shot his load into the rag. "It's making me pretty hot watching you guys get off on my story," said Tristan, staring down at my throbbing, abused dick, then glancing at all the other cocks being similarly abused. "Don't all of you cum yet... I want some of us to shoot together and I'm not done with my story yet. "I've seen your whole tape, Tristan, and believe me—most guys will want to come more than once after they hear the rest of it," added Clay. The group that had gathered around our bunks was gradually moving in closer as Tristan told his tale. Three or four boys were standing around Clay and his head was on a swivel taking in every hard penis within view—some very close and others a bit farther away... he was particular attentive to Brandon's very thick, brown cock at his left shoulder. He was one of the few black guys in our cabin and his long, thin cut dick was pretty stunning. A thin string of pre-cum was dangling from the piss-hole and had puddled on Clay's shoulder, some running down his left pec almost to his erect nipple. Clay gathered the slimy deposit in his hand and used it as lube on his own rampant, throbbing cock head. Tristan continued, "My actual first dick was my mom's brother—Uncle Ted. He and my mom were also raised in a naked-friendly household, and as the only son in the family, Uncle Ted got to fuck all of his sisters, including my mom—the youngest—and his own mother, as well as aunts and even both grandmothers! Dad told me that Ted's father especially liked fucking Ted as a youngster until he was in his late teens and `grew his dick;' then seemed to enjoy Ted fucking him more than vice versa and their roles changed. More than that, Uncle Ted was the first man I ever saw fuck my dad. I'll never forget watching him slide his penis deep into my dad's ass while dad was ball-deep and about to shoot his own load into Ted's wife, my Aunt Fiona. As soon as Uncle Ted had his prick all the way in my dad, both of them howled like wolves as they shot their loads at the same time. "A side note about Aunt Fiona—I always had a `letch' for her as far back as I can remember having sexual feelings at all. The first time I remember getting hard as a little kid was watching her tits bounce up and down as my dad fucked her doggy style—which he did often; I guess she was one of his favorites! Whenever Aunt Fiona and Uncle Ted came over with their family, dad made a point of getting his prick in my aunt at least once per visit. A couple of years after that first boner I got while watching her, I also think she was the first one to get cum to shoot out of me. Before she sucked me off that day, I had only had dry orgasms, but it felt different that time with her hot, wet mouth sucking me and I came really hard. She even showed me that first load by spitting it out on my stomach. She was very proud... so was I. "I'm not sure I can last much longer, Tristan," I offered, short of breath. "Your story is getting me very close... and you haven't even told us about your first time with a real dick. I desperately wanted to hear about his first time actually getting fucked, since both of us were going to `get it' on our last day of camp from our dads—and maybe from some others as well? "Hold off, you guys... I'm almost there," replied Tristan. "One day when Uncle Ted, Aunt Fiona and their family were over for some holiday—New Year's maybe—I don't know; anyway, one day we were lounging around the house—naked, of course—all the girls; my sister and the cousins—were upstairs. The women were in the kitchen, and us guys—dad, Uncle Ted and me—were watching some soccer match on TV. We were also naked but for some reason, I was the only one hard just then. Dad and Uncle Ted were half chubbed thinking about what was going to happen later with the wives, but in any case, Uncle Ted said something to dad about putting on some porn since the match was boring and thought that the three of us could `have a wank' together to `warm up' for the evening. Dad thought that was a good idea and said `I don't think we need any porn to get hard—Tristan here's pretty well boned up already and I won't have any trouble getting hard watching you two.' Before I knew it, both my dad and Uncle Ted were sitting on each side of me on the couch staring at my young throbbing cock while they worked their own penises to full erection. At the same time, each had ahold of one of my nipples and was pulling and pinching them to help me get more aroused—like I needed that! I was usually the spectator while they fooled around with the women or each other, but this was way different. It was just about the hottest thing I had ever experienced, being the center of attention for these two grown men as they worked on their cocks. It was just about all that my 14-year-old dick could take; I looked around for something to shoot my goo into before I made a big mess of the couch, dad, my uncle and the whole living room. "Seeing the panic on my face, Uncle Ted said `I'll take that load from you, young man' and before I could even think of an answer, bent down and swallowed my whole cock into his mouth all the way to my little balls—which he cradled in one hand while wrapping his other arm around my back to pull me in close... I came instantly; he just was able to keep up with my jetting sperm—he didn't spill a drop. I'd made eye contact with dad as Uncle Ted swallowed my cock; the smile on his face told me he approved—and maybe had even orchestrated this little episode. As Uncle Ted pulled off my wet and rock-hard dick, still cradling my nut-sack, I saw that Uncle Ted was now fully boned up, sporting about seven inches of very thick cut cock—it looked huge to me right there before my eyes. Dad, too, was now very hard after watching Uncle Ted eat my load; he reached out and gave my slimy cock a couple of strokes. A small bit of jizz oozed out the tip and he pinched it off and sucked it right into his mouth. Without preamble or any chatter, Ted got off the couch, knelt in front of dad and swallowed his meaty dick all the way to the root. My dad said, `Your uncle loves to swallow cum and he's not too picky about whose cum it is—just so it's straight from a hard, spasming cock... isn't that right, Ted? "Uncle Ted pulled off dad's spit-coated dick just long enough to say `too bad there's only two of you cum producers in the house today—I'll have to work harder to get another load or two out of you chaps.' Then back down he went. Dad held the sides of Ted's head as he bobbed up and down again and again. Before long, dad leaned his head back, forced his cock all the way into Uncle Ted's mouth and groaned out a 30-second orgasm that almost drowned my uncle. "Swallowing every drop again, Uncle Ted popped off dad's spent dick with a gasp for breath, a stray string of jizz on his lip. Dad squeezed one last blob of cum out of the end of his own cock and brought it up to his mouth to add to the taste of mine from just a moment ago. `Wow... you guys have sure gotten a head start on the evening's activities—we haven't even had dinner yet!' said my mother as she and Aunt Fiona sauntered out of the kitchen butt naked and holding glasses of wine. `Don't forget to save some of that sperm for us, you guys!' "That night was pretty spectacular. That was when I watched Uncle Ted slide his cock into dad's ass for the first time—it's a sight I'll always remember. "You said that your uncle fucked you for the first time—was it that same night he fucked your dad?" asked Clay, knowing the answer. "No, actually, that didn't happen until a bit later that year... we usually went camping together each summer; Uncle Ted said he knew of a place where nudity was not only allowed, but encouraged. It was somewhere in the south of England—near Brighton, I think—kind of far from our house... anyway, our two families went there for a week and that's where Uncle Ted figured out how he could get in my ass for the first time. "Had you ever been there before? Was `naked camping' something you did often with both families?" asked Clay. "Well, we enjoyed camping and did have sex in our caravans while we were out in the woods—I think what we call caravans, in the states you call them `camping trailers' or something like that—but we'd never camped in a place where we could all be nude whenever we wanted outside of our units. I remember being naked in the great outdoors on this particular trip as being very sensual; I had a boner almost the entire week and made quite the spectacle around all the other campers... anyway, our particular camp site was on a cul-de-sac with 5 or 6 camp sites arranged around a central area with a community pool and bathroom building. In addition to my family in our caravan, Uncle Ted and Aunt Fiona's family in theirs, there was another family of 5 in one, and that family's grandparents in another... I don't remember if there was another unit or not. "While all of us were naked all the time, for the first couple of days, any sex I witnessed—or participated in—took place inside one of the caravans. The bathroom building by the pool had outdoor showers; each day we watched everybody else—and they watched us, too—soap up their bodies and maybe masturbate just a little, but that wasn't exactly open sex. The hand-held shower heads were very popular masturbation aids, I might add. By the third day, however, we saw our first real sex act—the dad from the other family vigorously fucking the grandmother—probably his mother-in-law—on a lounge chair at poolside. About the only thing that indicated the grandmother's age was her short, gray hair; her body was toned and had no tan lines. I'm sure there was some foreplay involved but no one in our group saw anything until they were full-on fucking away. The son-in-law was on his knees between her legs—knees resting on some towels—shoving his long cock in and out of her snatch in full-length strokes while he squeezed and kneaded her smallish tits and tugged on her very long, leathery nipples. They were quite vocal and drew an appreciative crowd—including the grandfather, a pretty well-muscled 50-sometning with tattoos, who stood by his wife's head, feeding her his thick dick the entire time. Let me say right here that the grandfather's cock was just about the largest I'd seen—or have seen since. I'd estimate it at 12 inches and quite thick, but the thing that struck me most was that it didn't appear to be very hard. It was sort of like an eel or snake he was feeding into her mouth. It was so thick, her jaws probably ached; he had to support the 6 inches between her mouth and his balls with his hand to keep it going in and out. His balls were also just immense... I'd say at least golf-ball size and hanging down halfway to his knees. Anyway, the mom and their three kids—a boy my age and two girls—looked on as if this was a usual occurrence around their home; maybe it was for them, but the whole thing was pretty `out there' for the rest of the campground, especially since it was in the great outdoors. It was liberating to see everyone offering encouragement and even getting into the spirit by goosing and feeling each other in the crowd as the fucking continued. My sister was pawing her older cousin's fairly large titties while the other cousin messed around in her cute little butt cleft. "The whole atmosphere around the campground changed during that episode, especially when the grandfather reached out to caress the ass and diddle the hairless cunt of his youngest granddaughter standing near him. Soon, the fucking couple `climaxed' at the same time... applause and congratulations were shared. As the group moved back to their respective chairs, the jacking, sucking and `diddling' continued. I don't think the grandfather came, but seeing his huge, wet snake swaying to and fro as he walked around the pool watching people fool around was an impressive sight. Looking around our cabin as Tristan talked, more `couplings' were happening with even a 3- or 4-some on one of the nearby bunks. A few were sucking on each other, but most were fondling each other's cocks and balls; a few pinching their own nipples. That wouldn't probably last long. Tristan continued sluicing his finger in and out of his own anus and continued jacking. "That night after dinner, we sat around our campfire and the conversation turned to the events of the afternoon. It was still light—it doesn't get dark in England until pretty late. Everyone in our party was clearly aroused and encouraged by the earlier fucking exhibition by the pool. There had been plenty of feeling up, kissing and open fondling going on for much of the afternoon all around the campground. Feeling especially lecherous, my mom took all three girls from our two families down to the pool. Each girl sat on the edge with their legs dangling in the water while mom got in the water and moved from one to the next, sucking their little quims until they quivered and squealed in orgasm—to the delight of the other people around the pool—the grandparents especially were entertained and diddled each other in their lounge chairs while mom in turn diddled the little girls. The granddaughters of the other family emerged from the bathroom building and sat on the edge of the pool with the other three girls from our family, waiting for their turns to get their cunts sucked. "Meanwhile, Aunt Fiona had wandered over to sit in my dad's lap; it wasn't long before she was stroking his very erect penis, now sticking up between her thighs. Their lips locked while he pulled and caressed her beautiful breasts. I got rock hard watching him paw and squeeze her awesome tits and I hoped that someday I could suckle them while I came inside her as well. They broke the kiss and maneuvered Aunt Fiona until her cunt was directly over dad's erect penis. Slowly, she held the hot, pulsing dick and lowered herself all the way down onto it. Once it was all the way in, they sat there soaking in the awesome sensation of a familiar fuck while watching mom suck yet another young cunt down at the pool. It seems that our family was now the center of attention, as all eyes in our cul-de-sac were either on mom sucking the girls or on dad fucking Fiona. "Uncle Ted lost no time `taking advantage' of dad's current agitated and lustful state, suggesting that maybe it was time I got introduced to a real live cock—his own! I wondered at the time if Aunt Fiona and Uncle Ted hadn't arranged this little drama, knowing dad's letch for Aunt Fiona's tight, wet pussy would distract him while Uncle Ted tried to seduce me. Dad looked me in the eye and asked if I was OK with Ted being the first to fuck me with a real dick; I nodded that it was OK, walked over to Uncle Ted and sat down on his lap, maneuvering so that his rampant penis was sticking up between my thighs and throbbing against my swollen balls. Aunt Fiona and dad continued to soak-fuck and looked on as Uncle Ted and I mutually stroked each other's erections, now slimy and wet from our own and each other's pre-cum. "A quick glance around and I was amazed that every eye in the cul-de-sac—from the grandparents to the little girls and even mom—were now focused on the two of us. Uncle Ted also noticed our audience, and whispered `don't worry, little man..; I've been keen to fuck your tight little ass for a very long time; I'll make sure you enjoy this at least as much as me... first, though, we need a little lube so I can go in real easy like; then we'll give everybody a show.' And with that, he raised my arm up over my head, licking and nibbling my hairless armpit, munching tonguing and gnawing at the tender, ticklish flesh. Next, he sucked one of my tiny nipples into his mouth, lightly biting and sucking, all the while vigorously jacking my slick penis. My orgasm was quick and massive... jizz shot up and out the end of my dick and splashed down onto it, my balls and his own hand, soaking both of us in my hot cum. One rope even landed against the side of Uncle Ted's face and dribbled down his cheek as he sucked and nibbled my tortured nipple. About the time my penis began `dry heaving' he pulled off my nipple, lowered his spermy hand to coat his own penis with my spooge, then brought the slimy tip to my winking anus. Slowly he slid his thick cock up into my butt-hole with all eyes on his throbbing seven inches as it disappeared inside me. After just a few pushes and pulls, he was buried deep in my guts. It felt way better than my stupid Brut bottle ever did—that's for sure! He then re-attacked my still-wet hard nipple. He raised me up until he was almost all the way out, then lowered me back down until he was again ball-deep inside me. I reached down to feel all the moving parts as he slid in and out of my tight anus; I was amazed at how open my hole became as he fucked into me again and again. I thought turnabout was fair play, so on each down-stroke, I popped a knuckle of my slimy finger up into Uncle Ted's puckered anus and marveled at the overall feel of everything `down there' all slimy from my earlier spunk. I explored his ass, balls and the base of his cock. Squeezing his fat nut-sack and repeatedly prodding his hole finally set him off. He pushed all the way in and froze; I felt him start to clench and throb his orgasm deep in my guts, each blast thickening his cock to stretch me even wider. He came and came until I felt his spooge leaking and dripping out of my anus and down onto his own slimy scrotum. Clay stood up, turned around to the group—now fully engaged in groups of two and three, filling cum rags with sperm all over the cabin and announced, "Now, gents, I'll demonstrate the manly art of frottage on young Tristan here... with his permission, of course. Tristan, do you know what frottage is? "Oh yes—please do. I was hoping you'd choose me for the demonstration... climb up here and let's cum together," replied Tristan, pulling his finger out of his butt with an audible pop and spreading his legs wide apart. "I think Wilson might be interested in joining us, if you think we can manage that." Clay was so lust-crazed at that moment, I don't think he grasped what Tristan was saying. `OK by me,' I thought, `I'm goin' for this!' I was equally mad with cum-lust as Clay climbed up onto Tristan's bunk, got between his wide-open legs and pushed his hard, throbbing cock and balls down against Tristan's. The group came closer to observe their first of what would be many frottage demonstrations. Clay raised up on his hands so he could see down between them as he ground his thick cock and balls mercilessly against Tristan's... Tristan also stared down between them at Clay's vigorous pushing against his own prick and balls. It was a blur of moving balls and cocks sliding against each other as thrust after thrust drove them both to a fever pitch. After a few more pushes, Tristan surprised us all by reaching down between them and momentarily pushing Clay away, creating some separation between their throbbing genitals. Then, curling himself up slightly, Tristan deftly gripped Clay's nearly spending cock and slid it up all the way into his own anus before any of us knew what was happening—including Clay! His face showed shock, surprise and helpless lust as he plunged all the way in. He was too far gone to think; lust took over and all he could do was fuck in and out of Tristan... I couldn't help but jump onto the bed and place the slimy tip of my dick against Clay's winking anus. With each back-thrust, I slid further and further into Clay's ass. Before long, Clay's back and forth fucking frenzy provided all the movement necessary for me to be simultaneously fucking him full stroke, as he in turn fucked again and again into Tristan. With a groan from all three of us, sperm jetted out from all of our cocks at once—Tristan up onto his own stomach and chest, Clay's and mine deep inside another's guts. A few other orgasms probably erupted around us as well, but we were oblivious to any sensations other than our own spasming dicks. I pulled out of Clay, staggering off the bed. "That wasn't supposed to happen," gasped Clay, recovering slightly and lifting off and out of Tristan, "we're not supposed to fuck any of the campers... I'm sorry, Tristan... I don't know what happened there," he stuttered. "No worries, man... it was entirely my fault. My finger just wasn't doing the job; I remembered Uncle Ted's cock deep in my ass... I needed another fuck and your hard dick was closest... I apologize if I ruined your frottage demonstration," Tristan explained. "Give me a few minutes and I'll help you with that instruction as well. "Ha! I think I'm done for today, but I'll take you up on that invitation some other time... I think I speak for all of us," Clay said, looking around at the group while he and everyone else cleaned sperm from their respective faces, penises, torsos or ass cracks, then continued, "thanks for entertaining all of us with your story. I do hope no one got any cum on the floor—I'd hate for anyone to slip and hurt themselves!