Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2019 13:55:03 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp ch 24 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 30 chapters or so, even though I've only written 24 so far (sorry, this number keeps changing—this story is sort of writing itself!) I cum multiple times while writing each chapter! 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 24- Clean Up Detail! Tristan and I were still thinking about messing around over at the manor and half joking about what we hoped would happen during our next visit there. "Do you think the twins would do us both while we watched each other?" asked Tristan. "We can only hope," I answered. Titters. We each had semi-erections going and it felt good to lay naked in the sun and play with our thickening boners and stirring our balls around thinking about the future. Some of the other cabin 5 boys wandered into the pool area and plopped down near us. They couldn't help but notice our growing erections. "We can see you're enjoying yourselves right now... what did you guys do this morning," asked Dennis. "We took out some kayaks and paddled around the lake for a couple of hours... how about you?" answered Tristan. "Me and Sid headed over to the gym; after lifting weights for a while, we went out back to the sand court and caught some counselors getting ready to play 4-on-4 volleyball... they were putting on a demonstration of new rules for Matt, the athletic director and FC." "What do you mean by `new rules'," asked Tristan, "I thought volleyball was pretty straight forward. "Yeah, you'd think so, but just like in golf and wrestling, the bate camp `rules of volleyball' have some very unique- - and arousing- - variations- - as evidenced by the little bit of pre-game practice we saw today. We got there right as they were starting; a large group was discussing some of the changes among themselves when we came around the corner. One of the counselors saw us and shooed us out saying It wasn't an `open' exhibition. We didn't hear any of their discussion, but the 8 players were pretty aroused and eager to get play started. There was a lot of hot, hard dick meat on display and trash talking while they moved to their respective sides of the court. The hard-ons weren't limited to the teams, either- - both FC and Matt had obviously been aroused by their pregame discussion as well as they moved into the stands to watch. We wished we could've stayed around to see the match. "It sounds like until our cabin elects to play volleyball, we won't get the whole story on the bate-camp rule changes... did you get any inkling at all what sort of changes they were implementing?" asked Tristan. "The only thing we saw directly was that the coin toss determined not only which side would serve, but what sexual `favors' the winning team could exact from the losers- - sort of like the favors that Wilson's brother told him about the golf match the counselors played," answered Dennis. "Anybody hungry?" Agreeing that we were all pretty famished, we headed to the chow hall; Clay found us just as we were finishing our lunch. "You all ready for clean-up detail today? Groans all around. "Well, the sooner we get started, the sooner we can get back and maybe see another interview tape before dinner. He handed out assignments. As he went through the list, all of our cabin was eventually sent away on various tasks... only Sid and I were still to be assigned to work. "... and Wilson and Sid, you guys need to head over to the counselor dorm; you've got garbage detail over there," said Clay, handing us a roll of garbage can liners. "Use the large rolling bin from the shed out back as you work your way through the building; when you're done, you can just roll it back into the shed. Someone else will come by and empty it into the dumpster... we don't want you to strain yourselves lifting something that heavy. Come on... I'll head over with you and get you started. The dorm was up a path through some woods, and situated on the lake opposite the campers' cabin area. The path through the woods was a shortcut, it seems. It was really just a narrow `deer trail' and we walked single file up the hill. I delighted watching clay's naked butt cheeks undulate as he made his way up the path directly in front of me. I especially enjoyed getting a peek from behind and between his legs at his scrotum and penis swaying to and fro as he walked up the hill. With each step, his wide-apart ass cheeks moved hypnotically up and down in turn; with each step, I could just make out his little puckered asshole in that darkened cleft when the sun was just right. I got a little harder thinking that just a day or so ago, I was deep in that hole and shooting my sperm in his guts. I wondered if I'd ever get another chance to do that. I'm sure Sid got the same look at my own ass as we climbed the path. I noticed his dick was a little chubbier at the end of the path too... maybe he imagined I was a goat or sheep walking in front of him. Har Har. Coming out of the woods, we saw that the dorm was a pretty large one-story sprawling building... as we approached, Clay told us it was originally part of the stables for the farm that was bought and became `bate camp.' "Now they call this a `mews'," he continued. "You'll notice each room has a wide double-sliding glass door where there used to be double stable doors. Actually they're done a quite nice job of renovating them; they're quite liveable. "Do you have a room someplace in here?" asked Sid. "No... I wish! They're pretty nice, as you'll see... no, we cabin counselors live full time with you campers across the way; this is mostly for athletic, classroom and administrative staff over here," answered Clay. As we stopped near a small barn-like structure he opened the large double doors- - still a stable, I guess- - and pulled out a rolling trash bin, we caught our breath before moving away and Clay continued, "I'll get you started but this not rocket science... we've a couple simple rules for visitors to the dorm; I hope you'll adhere to them." That sounded a bit mysterious, but we both nodded that we'd comply. "First, if a door is closed, please knock- - but quietly- - before entering that room. The knock is common courtesy... if the occupant doesn't want you coming in, it gives him a chance to tell you. The `quietly' part is so that you don't make too much noise; at any given time probably a third of the dorm is various shift workers- - or just lazy staff- - sleeping; your knock shouldn't be loud enough to wake someone; just to warn an already-awake occupant that you're about to enter. If the door is ajar, you can just go in without knocking, find their trash, extract the full bag and put in a fresh one from the roll that I gave you earlier. If the door is locked, just move on- - if a counselor or staff member locks his door, he's responsible for dumping his own trash that day. We entered the wide hallway down the center of the building that used to be the `alley' between horse stalls. Walls had been erected floor to ceiling where stall fences were before; now with doors every 20 feet or so on each side. It was not dark or dingy at all, as skylights had been added to the roof to make it bright and airy. So far, everything seemed pretty straight-forward. However, as we approached the first room, we found that this detail was not going to be your average dorm-room trash pickup! "This is a special-use room; I don't expect that anyone's in here this early," said Clay as he lightly tapped on the door; no sound was heard from within, so he pushed the door open. The opposite wall of this room was on the sunny side of the building; the double sliding glass doors blindingly bright. As our eyes adjusted to the brightness, my first impression was that we were walking into a doctor's waiting room. Arranged around the walls of this first room were many pieces of living-room-type furniture; each had someone sitting in it! Each person was completely naked and fully erect- - and I do mean erect! The furniture was arrayed around two queen-sized beds against one wall. On the beds were six to eight equally naked bodies in various positions- - clearly each was either frotting, fucking, getting fucked, sucking or getting sucked. I'd only ever seen two men naked and pleasuring each other before coming to camp- - my step-dad, Marty, and his brother-in-law, Will just before coming to camp. Watching them frot each other that day was just about the most exciting thing I'd ever seen... here were a whole gob of naked guys writhing around together on the beds. I was stunned! Hands, mouths and fingers on or in somebody else's dick, ass, balls, butts or nipples. Oh my! Other than the pungent smell of semen that permeated the air, three unusual things struck me at once- - the first was that nobody seemed to care that we'd entered the room. With everyone naked- - and some in complete `flagrante delecto,' you would've thought they would make some attempt to cover up when strangers entered the room! A few guys watched us come in the door but didn't miss a stroke. One or two smiled eagerly that more `fuckers' were now joining the group until they saw our camper lanyards and wrist bands, then they just looked back at what they were viewing before- - mostly the action on the beds. The second was that the only sounds being made were soft moans or suckling noises or `squishy' sounds of penises being stroked with saliva or lube or penises sliding in and out of mouths, asses or fists. I guessed they were so quiet because they didn't want to wake their sleeping neighbors. What a courteous group of fuckers and masturbaters we'd just happened on. And the third was that, at a glance, I could tell this wasn't a group of my fellow campers. Being counselors, these guys were only two or three years older than us, but I could tell instantly that their thicker bodies and more mature faces belonged to older young men. On closer examination, some of the chair occupants were being serviced by equally naked- - and hard- - guys on the floor in front of them. Sucking and mutual jacking were prevalent around the room. There was a TV on in the corner showing a similar orgy. It could have been a closed-circuit feed of the action on the bed before us except that on the TV I saw an occasional tit or cunt come into view, get penetrated or squeezed or sucked, then disappear again. I saw no tits or cunts on this bed. Plenty of cocks, balls and butt-holes, but no tits or cunt. Sid and I were dumb-struck and stared open-mouthed at the writhing flesh on the bed. Clay had the presence to gather up the trash, put in a fresh liner, and usher us both back out into the hall. "I completely forgot about this being orgy day," he said. "Orgy day?" I stammered. "Yeah... on the days where you campers have `open athletics', the athletic department gets a semi-day off; only a few in that group have to work at a time- - except for the life guards and a few others- - so that's when the jocks get together for a little friendly orgy over here at the dorm. I forgot that orgy day was Wednesday this week," Clay explained. "I'll say it's an orgy!" gushed Sid. "There were guys fucking and everything in there! I thought fucking didn't happen in camp... that's why Wilson almost got in trouble for fucking YOU the other night! And YOU thought you were getting fired for fucking Tristan! I already knew from talking with my step-brother, Brian, that fucking and getting fucked over here at the dorm was fairly commonplace; I didn't know about `orgy day,' but Brian made it pretty clear that the counselors had no such penile penetration restrictions as we had over in the cabins. I wondered just then if Brian had been one of the dudes on the beds, as I didn't see him sitting around watching or sucking in the chairs. "You're right, Sid... I was wrong to fuck Tristan, even though I- - and the management- - now are pretty sure that it was mostly his doing and not just me, a counselor, taking advantage of some poor little camper. That said, they're still trying to figure out what to do about Wilson fucking me in front of all you other campers. That was quite unacceptable. There are more than a few counselors that want to get even with young Wilson here... sort of even the score. EVEN THE SCORE!?! What did that mean? The Management? Clay looked over at me and realized, too late, that he'd probably said too much. "I didn't mean that there's any kind of vendetta against you or anything, Wilson," Clay stammered, "it's just that a lot of guys think you sort of took advantage of me the other night- - word spread like wild fire, I might add- - and they're just sort of miffed that they aren't allowed to `get even' somehow. "Is that why you brought me over here to the dorm today? So I could get fucked by an angry mob of counselors? Like Dr. Frankenstein and the peasants?" I said accusingly while looking all around for guys with boners lurking in the hall and trying to fuck me. "And what do you mean they're miffed that they can't get even? "All I'll say is that you're lucky that your brother is one of the counselors," answered Clay. "And besides, even the guys that were mad feel that things are sort of even again after yesterday. I thought about what Clay said for about a minute. Soon, I became clear that I probably owed quite a bit to my step-brother, Brian. Evidently, he heard about the cabin 5 `incident' and stepped in to prevent a bunch of counselors from kidnapping me and having a blanket party after I fucked Clay Monday night. Initially I started to chub up thinking about all that- - BAD penis! Down. Down. Then it dawned on me that when Clay said `things are sort of even again,' he probably meant that I somehow got what was coming to me when, just yesterday, the owner of the place first had his twin 11-year-old sons fuck me, then fucked me himself! In front of witnesses! The very day after I fucked a counselor! Is that why I was invited into the `special wing' of the manor yesterday? Was that the big `get even' Clay was referring to? I wondered if I'd ever know the real answer to that question. I also wondered how much of all this that Brian knew. What was I going to tell Marty, my step-father, when he came to camp in just two days? Sort of in a blur, we finished our trash detail in the rest of the dorm. I vaguely remember tiptoeing around just a few sleeping guys- - yes, they all slept naked over here, too- - but nothing else interesting. As we got to the other end of the long hall, Clay pointed out an `award board,' where the counselors evidently voted for those among them that were variously awarded `best distance,' `most volume,' and `best shot' prizes. It didn't take a mental giant to figure out what those prizes went for. The picture frames were empty, so evidently the competition had not yet happened. I wondered if we'd get to watch. Maybe Brian could get me a ticket! The last door on the right- - just opposite the award board- - had a sign on it that said `Director.' Clay pointed out that, obviously, this was Mr. Cooper's office. "If you had a skype interview with FC, this is probably where he was when he conducted it... we need to empty his trash as well, but you can look around a little and see if you recognize anything. Just then, a door opened at our end of the hall and Mr. Cooper entered. Surprised at seeing us, he said with a smile, "Good afternoon, Clay; is this Wilson and Sid, too? Good afternoon, young men. What's up? He stood and chatted a bit more with Clay as he approached. I admired his fit, hairy no-tan-lines body again. Just now, his thick, long penis was flaccid but the glans was just peeking out of his foreskin and swayed back and forth as he walked. His nipples were erect and peeking out of his chest pelt, begging to be tweaked or sucked or pinched or whatever. I knew he looked just as magnificent walking away from watching him with Massey and his wife at the manor yesterday. I was becoming quite the `letch' for the more mature male form, I guess. Don't get me wrong; I still ached looking at a well-muscled, young hairless physique- - especially one equipped with a large, hard penis and girlish ass- - but this mature, handsome body was getting me aroused as well. "Sir, we're on trash detail today," answered Clay. "We'll be finished up shortly... in fact, we were just about to gather the trash from your office." "No problem," FC replied, "I was just curious seeing campers over here in the dorm; I'd forgotten today was trash day." After a pause, "Let me guess... from the looks on Sid and Wilson's face- - and the condition of their respective erections here, you all must have encountered the athletic staff having their weekly `meeting' in the orgy room? "Actually yes, sir," answered Clay, sheepishly. "I had forgotten this was `open athletics' day; young Wilson and Sid stumbled into their `group grope' and got quite an eye-full, I'm afraid. I was just explaining that the counselors have different rules over here in the dorm than we have in the cabins. "Quite right... well, come on in. I'm sure the boys don't blab all over the camp about what they saw today? Any more than anyone will blab about what happened yesterday at the manor? Am I right? I think I detected a thinly-veiled threat there, but at the time I didn't appreciate fully what FC was telling me exactly. "I do have some trash in here; please come on in," said FC, turning around and opening his office door. I ogled his impressive backside; as he entered, I decided that yes, FC was just as stunning walking away as he was coming forward. "I'm going to leave you two to finish up here with FC... if that's OK with him," said Clay. "I think I have a meeting or something; I'll meet you back at the dorm in an hour or two. FC told him that'd be no problem and gave Clay a sly wink; that he'd see us on our way when we finished up. And with that, Clay walked back down the hall from where we'd come. We followed FC into his large office; I crossed the room and leaned down to retrieve the trash from a can by the double slider window. Curiously, I didn't see Clay wander back down the path toward the main building nor did I see him walk directly toward our cabins. I wondered if his `meeting' wasn't with the athletic staff down in the orgy room. Maybe he enjoyed getting fucked after all. Imagining him joining the group on the bed got me chubby again. After Sid gathered the trash from near a small kitchen area opposite FC's desk, only the can by FC's desk remained. By now, FC was sitting at his desk wearing reading glasses; he looked quite distinguished wearing them; right in keeping with his overall `man-in-charge' look. He took them off with a flourish and stood, bending over to get his trash can. I again admired his muscular, Greek-statue legs and slightly parted ass as he leaned away from me to get the trash. The no-tan-line dark skin complemented his round ass and dark cleft; I strained to see detail, but saw only mysterious darkness between his tight butt cheeks. I felt a slight swell in my penis at the sight, and as he turned around to hand Sid the bag of trash, I noticed he was now semi-erect. He was perfectly flaccid when he came into the room earlier; I wondered what he'd been reading that was arousing him when we walked in. As I was laser-locked staring at his thickening penis, his gaze dropped to mine just as it lurched. Both FC and I then shifted our gaze to Sid, who stood there stupidly holding the half-filled trash bag, staring at FC and stroking his own now-fully-erect penis as if no one was watching. He was wrong. "I see you're just as randy as you were yesterday at the manor, young Wilson. That was quite the performance you put on with Sara. After Sara and I went outside and met young Sid here, I understand you got to meet the rest of Massey and Fiona's family as well? I hear that went swimmingly also." I was glad FC didn't expound on that last comment... I hoped he knew that Sid was unaware of all that transpired after FC went out back with Sara. Now turning to admire Sid's throbbing boner, "And you, young Sid... I watched you get sucked, then fuck Sara at the manor yesterday. I was impressed that you didn't soften at all after that two successive orgasms... you were even able to deliver another fairly substantial load in close order merely masturbating while Sara had sex with someone else, too. And now I see you're harder than either of the rest of us... that must have been quite the arousing spectacle down the hall earlier. I watched you closely yesterday and hoped we'd have another chance to get acquainted. Now's the time, I guess... what would you young men think about helping me conduct one of my skype interviews? Duh. FC continued, "I have one scheduled to begin in just a few moments. You're both welcome to watch or participate or whatever since it's with one of our dads today. If this interview was with a prospective camper, I'd have to ask you to leave- - privacy, don't you know; because it's a dad, it's entirely up to him... what say you two?" What a cute way to ask! "I dunno," stammered Sid. "Is that ok with the other guy? "I will certainly ask him... but I can't imagine that once he sees you two Adonises fill his computer screen- - especially with magnificent erections like these- - that he'd object at all. "Please drag those two arm chairs around to my side of the desk and place them on each side of my chair. I'll get the camera set and we can begin forthwith. I had to maneuver the chair on my side past an open box half full of Mr. Cooper's book, "Young Edwin." I wondered if, after we finished, I could get him to autograph a copy for me. Wouldn't my step-dad, Marty, be surprised that I got a copy before he did! I hoped I didn't have to pay for it... I didn't have any money on me just then. All three of us were now fully erect, throbbing and, by the time we were all seated, starting to leak a bead or two of salty pre-cum; very excited to be on this end of a skype interview... especially with one of the dads! Just before logging on, FC reached over and gave my balls a squeeze while simultaneously giving Sid a tug or two on his penis. "Very satisfactory... very satisfactory, indeed! "Sid, reach into the top desk drawer there and pull out a few cum rags for us; then close the drawer... two apiece ought to do it... just lay them up here on the desk. Sid complied and each of us wiped the wet slimy heads of our penises as FC opened his Skype and centered us all with the controls for his camera. We looked like a three-judge panel- - except naked and hard. FC looked magnificent in the middle, his throbbing erection sticking straight up against his impressive abs. I noticed mine had lessened just a bit and was laying on its side on my thigh - - I don't know why... sometimes it has a mind of its own! Sid's was throbbing and had a slightly curve `to the starboard,' as FC would probably say. We looked like the `see-, hear-, speak-no-evil' monkeys- - only with boners! FC typed in the Skype name for the dad and hit the `call with video' button. After two or three squawks, the screen filled with the picture of a 30-something handsome Hispanic-looking man with wavy brown hair pulled back and obviously tied in a pony-tail or somehow gathered in the back; it occasionally came into view when he turned his head. He was naked, at least from the waist up since that's all our field of view showed. "Hello, Hector," smiled FC. "It's nice to see you again. I see you're just as handsome as when you were here at camp... maybe a little more muscular, but very fit. Congratulations on keeping your body in shape. Is anyone else within ear shot that would might object to what we'll talk about today? "No, I'm alone for now... my son, Julio, is around the house someplace, but he knows all about us and this interview today- - you talked to him just a couple of days ago, I think. Who are those two good-looking youngsters at your side, by the way? "Yes, Julio and I had a very nice interview on Monday and I don't anticipate any problems with him coming to camp; especially since you were a very successful camper just a few short years ago, it seems... how time flies, eh? And before I go any further, may I introduce two of our current campers, Wilson and Sid. We simultaneously gave a half-hearted wave. Synchronized swimmers we were. "Yes, exactly... well anyway, it's nice to meet you two. And FC, I apologize for this strange interview time; I know you prefer to do these in the evenings, but my wife is usually around then and with her out shopping right now, this is about the only time I could fit this in. I leave for Canada tomorrow on a business trip and wanted to squeeze this in before I went... this is my first time as a `dad' here, so I'll just let you ask away; whatever you want to know. "OK, before we begin," continued FC, "I'll remind you that although we don't have to cum at the end like I require with prospective campers, I still require that dads to masturbate with me- - us- - I guess, while we talk. Is that a problem? "No, not at all... let me just move the camera away and point it down... how's that? I was stunned. Looking over at Sid, I saw that he, too was gape-mouth staring at Hector's impressive penis. I had never before up to now have never seen a penis that thick. It was easily as big around as his wrist and although it made it look more fire-plug-like, it was probably also 9 or 10 inches or longer. It was hard to tell if it was circumcised; the fat, flared glans was fully exposed, but I saw no gathering of foreskin down the shaft but no scar either. He wasn't touching it at all; it was straight up against his abdomen and throbbed with each beat of his heart. I wondered if he had enough skin left to blink when it got fully hard. Then he blinked! Glancing down at his scrotum was almost an afterthought, but his plumb-sized balls hung down equally impressive below, resting now on the chair seat. "I am once again in awe of your penis," said FC. "I'm sure my companions here will agree they've seen quite a few hard dickss here at camp over the last three days, but have never seen one to quite match your beautiful organ. All I could think of was that his wife had borne him a son- - proof that he had fucked someone at least once with that awesome thing- - and she didn't die; at least she lived long enough to deliver his baby! Or maybe the wife that was now out shopping was a second wife? I'd have to ask FC later. FC asked Hector a few questions about where he'd been since his camp experience two decades ago, the whole time staring at Hector's impressive penis while Hector stroked the shaft and mauled his own nuts. His hand only wrapped halfway around the shaft but he was clearly proud of his dick and was eagerly showing it off to the three of us. About 10 minutes after we'd started, Hector startled and looked off camera to his left. "Excuse me, FC... Julio just stepped in. I heard some muffled conversation, then hector looked back into the camera. "Julio wants to know if it would be OK for him to join in the conversation since he could hear that there were a couple of campers there with you... I think he has some questions for them... is that allowed? "I think that would be fine... Sid? Wilson? Do you mind if a prospective camper joins in on this conversation? Neither of us minded; before long, Hector was joined by a tall, thin version of himself, equally naked and equally hung! The pair of penises before us was a sight to behold. Each stroked his own penis, but it was pretty clear that they'd done this together many times before. "Go ahead and ask your questions, Julio" prompted FC. "Oh... I apologize; where are my manners... this is Sid and Wilson, Julio... Sid and Wilson, this is Hector's son, Julio, a prospective camper for next summer. After a few more pleasantries, Julio asked, "I see you two guys are naked right now... does that happen on the first day at camp or did you have to work up to being that comfortable without clothes? "A great question, Julio... I'll let the boys answer that directly," answered FC. I spoke first. "Well, for us, it happened almost as soon as we were in the cabin... it only took one or two of the more courageous- - or more comfortable- - guys in the group to nude up; the rest of us just sort of followed suit... before you ask, by the way, most guys get hard right away and many times during the day as well; it just isn't any big deal to see guys with boners everywhere you go. Let me say here, though, that if you walk around here next year with that boner right there, you're gonna get noticed... right, Sid? Sid mumbled something like "You got that right! "That's good to know... thanks," replied Julio, now slightly embarrassed that he knew we were ogling and talking about his very impressive cock. He was just going have to get used to that! I thought. "If you all don't mind, I'd like to stay here and watch you all stroke for a while; then when we're just about to hang up, I'd like to cum again like we did the other day... that was just awesome, Mr. Cooper. I don't care if you cum with me this time; I just really enjoyed you watching me shoot. Knowing someone is watching me makes me extra horny. Maybe Sid and Wilson will shoot with me, too? I've never done this skype thing before our interview; it makes me want to cum. I like shooting for papa too. Maybe he'll let me shoot on him today? I couldn't wait for the interview to end! This spectacle was making the cum boil in my balls; I wanted to see both of these dicks spew their load. I wondered if real thick ones like this could shoot it out too like most of the guys at camp can, or if, with all that cock meat crowding around the `ejector' tube, it slowed the semen down and made it just bubble out the tip. I hoped to know the answer to that pretty soon. FC chatted with Hector for a few more minutes, then asked, "Hector, I have to ask before we finish up here, have you and Julio ever penetrated each other? And is that something that's a goal of yours on your last day at camp? Hector quickly answered, "Julio has never shown any interest in putting his penis in me; as for me doing him, no, I've never tried to fuck him either. As you can tell, I think I'm still too big- - and he's still too tight- - to take all this. We might both be willing- - and again, we haven't discussed it per se- - but I think he's years away from being able to take anything this thick inside him. "Well, Hector, I think you might be surprised to know that in our private conversation Monday, Julio indicated to me that he has been working on that; he thinks he might be able to handle all of you by next year... I hope I'm not violating a confidence here, Julio. Is it OK that I told your father your secret desire that he penetrate you on the last day at camp? Hector turned and looked into Julio's eyes; now downturned, and asked, "Julio, my son, is that true? Have you been doing things to stretch yourself out? How big have you been able to stretch? Hijo... this thing is very thick and I don't want to hurt you with it. Julio looked up, sheepishly, "Papa, cousin Philippe and I put things in our butt all the time. "Phillippe is my nephew," explained Hector, "he was at bate camp last year. His father, my brother, has a penis just about this big. I know they fucked on the last night there, but I had no idea that Julio and Philippe had been working on opening him up. "I do remember Philippe... same beautiful skin as you two; tall, thin fellow with a nice, thick cock, but nothing like you two," replied FC. I noticed that FC was now stroking his very hard, long, thick penis at the same pace as Sid and me. Probably he was remembering young Philippe, but was also thinking about these two little boys and their big, thick peckers messing with each other's ass. "Well Philippe and I have been masturbating for years... and we put pretty big things in our back ends, papa... it started with fingers- - first one, then two, then three. We got his whole hand inside me a month ago and last week Philippe got his whole arm up inside; it didn't even hurt... it did make me shoot right away, but it didn't hurt at all! Stunned silence! Imagining Hector's massive penis penetrating anything, let alone this skinny kid was mind-blowing. Earlier today, when Tristan described the grandpa dick he'd camped with, I imagined something like this, but seeing one right in front of me was beyond belief. Hector broke the silence. "Julio, do you want me to put my penis in you now? If you were able to take Philippe's whole arm, you might just be wide enough for this... are you willing to try? Do you mind if FC and these boys watch us? "I'd like to try, papa... and I think having them watch us might be awesome. Holy shit!! I was stroking like a madman as Hector had Julio climb up and stand on his thighs, both facing the camera. Hector bent Julio over slightly at the waist and stuck his tongue into his son's ass-crack. We couldn't exactly see anything going on back there, but judging by the pre-cum leaking and hanging in strings from Julio's penis as well as his facial expressions, Hector was alternately running a finger or three and/or his tongue in and out of Julio's puckered hole, opening up his son's anus in preparation for attempting to slide the throbbing cock before us right up inside. Obviously, Hector now thought Julio was opened up enough; one glance at his own splitter told us that he was more than ready to bury its nose in something- - anything. It glistened all around the head and halfway down the massive shaft with his foamy oozings. This was one pre-cummy family! Glancing over at Sid, he was staring bug-eyed at the screen. FC was also mesmerized, but had probably seen similar `impossible' couplings before and was coolly cradling his balls and stroking his penis along with Sid and me, all of us waiting for the right moment to shoot our pent-up loads all over ourselves- - cum rags at the ready! Hector had Julio keep his feet on his thighs but slowly lower his ass down until Hector's penis made contact with Julio's anus. Julio shivered as if he'd been shocked the instant his hole contacted Hector's thick, hot pole. Hector then took hold of his own penis and `stirred' the nose around and around, slowly but deliberately circling Julio's winking butt-hole, forcing it more and more open with each orbit. Julio, now inflamed by lust and impatient to get more of this treasure up inside himself, thrust down suddenly; we saw the fat head disappear. Julio's eyes widened, but he didn't cry out and no pain showed on his face, just lustful determination. Hector emitted a low growl as he felt his cock break through Julio's outer ring. We couldn't see Hector's face, but his growl continued, indicating he was getting close. With no preamble and without even looking down, FC released his own genitals to quiver and sway in front of him. He put one hand down at my crotch and the other at Sid's. Slowly his hand moved in to cradle and caress my swollen balls, pulling and lifting slightly as I jacked my shaft up and down. He deftly slid his middle finger down behind my chod, then, while still rhythmically squeezing my nuts, began prodding my winking anus in time with my own strokes. I imagine he did the same to Sid on the other side; but right then, I really didn't care. Evidently, watching FC grab our balls sent Hector over the edge. We saw Hector's penis thicken at the base in surges and his tight, fat balls quiver slightly as his orgasm began; with just a quiet little grunt, semen started leaking out and around Julio's tight little hole and run down Hector's pulsing shaft. Hector's orgasm was making him quiver and shake as jet after jet of bubbling goo gushed out of his massive meat. Julio made one last downward lunge; another five inches of Hector's thick, pulsing penis disappeared right up into Julio's tunnel before our eyes! Julio's eyes bulged and rolled back in his head. As he madly stroked himself, his penis started spraying sperm all around the room in large, irregular splashes. I guess Julio was one of those guys who doesn't cum in surges or ropes but rather sprays semen around uncontrollably in all directions in large spray patterns; after 10 seconds of random spewing, however, he then settled down to more recognizable, pulsing ejections, each bubbling out and running down covering his fist and jiggling balls below. Gratefully, none sprayed on the camera and we were able to watch both father and son finish their respective orgasms; this incredible display finished when Julio slid slowly all the way down until he had Hector absolutely ball-deep inside him. The image of father embedded in son facing the camera, scrotum resting on scrotum set me off. It looked like one thick, spermy cock with two sets of fat, wet quivering balls hanging below. I don't remember how the call ended. I was too busy shooting my own semen up onto FC's desk and all over his arm and hand. Thank goodness there was no paperwork on his desk in the immediate vicinity... I would have soaked it with jizz for sure. When I was finally done cumming, I looked over and saw Sid finishing his own orgasm, ejecting copious ropes of sperm all over Mr. Cooper's other muscular arm as well. The rest of the interview was a blur. All I remember was cleaning off FC's desk, his thick, ropy arm and my own genitals. My chair took quite a soaking, too; we had to get more cum rags out of the drawer to clean it all up. I got a small surge in my spent penis watching FC find a stray bit of my semen above his elbow and, instead of wiping it on a cum rag, popped it in his mouth. I don't think he ever ejaculated when the other four of us did, however, as evinced by his raging boner as we tidied up and returned the chairs to their original place. "I need to speak privately with Wilson here, Sid... would you be so kind as to step out into the hall? We won't be but a moment. Once Sid staggered out into the hall like a zombie with the last trash bag and closed the door, FC turned to face me. "Of course, you know that interview was strictly confidential... I hope you and Sid enjoyed the show- - I remembered hector from twenty years ago and I felt fairly confident that you'd enjoy looking at him... I had no idea, though, that Julio would be taking part. I especially had no idea we'd see some world-class fucking today- - especially involving Julio, who I will remind you is still a minor. You and Sid are indeed fortunate to have seen that, but mum's the word- - please impress on him how important that is. Now I need to turn to another matter that only concerns you. You can manufacture something to tell Sid and the rest of your cabin mates when you return as to why I need to speak to you privately. I was still mesmerized by FC's throbbing erection as he stood right in front of me. Today, as I remember back to that moment- - he and I alone in his office with him stunningly erect- - I fervently wished I'd had the courage to reach out at that moment... I could have easily touched his magnificent boner- - and indeed I was tempted- - but I didn't want to get on FC's bad side. Was there a bad side to this man, I wondered. Anyway, I tried to avert my eyes, but it seems I couldn't look away as he slowly caressed, squeezed and rubbed the still-slimy head while he talked. I think he knew I was getting aroused again and felt he had to explain why he was still masturbating while I watched. "I didn't cum with you and Sid because I have another interview in just a few minutes... and no, you cannot watch this one; it's with a prospective camper and I need to conserve my load so I can share it with him... and I need to stay hard for now. However, you can believe me when I say, when I blow this one it'll be very impressive for my next interviewee, young John Doe, to watch! "OK... I don't think I'll be able to get hard again for a while anyway, so I wouldn't be much help" I answered, lamely. Oh, the stupid things I say sometimes. "Be that as it may, I wanted to let you know that Massey has contacted your father about what happened at the manor yesterday. I don't know exactly how what he said- - or how Marty reacted, but I do know that, at least for this Friday's dads visit, you and he have been invited to spend as much time as you'd like at the manor as Massey's guest. I don't know if that will include any special wing activities or not until I find out what your father knows about those types of activities and/or will accept the same for you and him sharing. As a minimum, you'll be able to enjoy the rest that the manor has to offer. My penis was thickening as FC talked. "Further, Mr. Ferguson has graciously allowed that you may bring a friend- - and his dad, of course- - also as his guests at the manor. This doesn't preclude you doing anything else you'd planned, such as camping, canoeing or whatever while the dads are here; it just means that whenever you'd like to show your dads the manor, Massey has allowed you and three others to join in as much or as little as you wish. I couldn't believe my ears. I would like nothing better than to have Marty and me hook up with Tristan and his dad, Neil and spend hours at the mansion diddling away to our hearts' content! The only thing to work out was who was going to diddle who! Or is it who was going to diddle whom! Who knows; only two more days until then. I had a lot of planning to do!