Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2019 23:42:21 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: chapter 25 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 30 chapters or so, even though I've only written 25 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 25- Mail Call Back at the cabin, Sid and I separated and headed for our separate bunks. Evidently the mail had arrived; there on my pillow was a letter from Aunt Millie. She must have written it Sunday night after they got home from dropping me off at camp. I read with interest as she wrote: Dear Wilson- I hope you're enjoying your camp experience. I first want to say how much I enjoyed our drive to camp and the nutritious `snack' you provided me on the way down (wink wink). I enjoyed delivering it as much as you enjoyed swallowing it, I thought, now boning up again at the memory of Aunt Millie's impromptu blow job in the car. The letter continued, After we dropped you off and your dad retrieved the rental car that Brian had driven down on Saturday, Will and I followed Marty to the Bath airport, where he turned in the car. After Marty rejoined us, he suggested that Will and I might enjoy joining him for an afternoon at the bath house that the three of you boys went to before coming to our house. Boy was he ever right! Since it was Sunday, there was plenty of parking on the streets near the bath house, so it took no time to park and go in to register. On the way from the airport, Marty described the bath house and the hot time he and Tristan's dad had with the receptionist, Sylvia. As we entered, we were all glad to see that the receptionist was again the lovely Sylvia... what a knockout! Anyway, Marty and Sylvia exchanged smirks and smiles with each other as he introduced Uncle Will and me. She had a twinkle in her eye remembering Marty and Tristan's dad just a couple of days before that. She also seemed as attracted to me as I was to her. Sylvia said she was about to get off work; if we were willing, she asked if she could join us. We couldn't wait- - especially after the story that Marty told us! We opted for a `combo ticket' that included visits to our respective same-sex sections as well as the co-ed part of the facility... I was very glad we did. The boys—your dad and Will, that is—went into the men's changing area while I entered the women's lockers, stripped naked and donned a towel to walk into the female-only common area. Being a weekend, the facility was fairly crowded; I got an eyeful of very pretty—and well-built—damsels lying in and around the spas and lounge areas by the pool. Everyone was naked, so I dropped my towel as well and found a chair. I looked around and noticed a few family groups, including pre-teens on up, but the bulk of the girls I saw were between 16 and 30. I was surprised to see that many `couples' were engaged in various forms of petting, kissing and even a few instances of vigorous crotch-to-crotch `humping' that I'd never seen before in the porn films Will and I `warm up' with—the area near the spa or hot tub had more than a few women and girls engaged in this sensuous activity. Most of the couples humping were simultaneously using their fingers on and in each other's various holes; it was obvious from their cries and moans that this was a very exciting position. I couldn't wait to try it once Sylvia showed up, since I had no partner—yet! After a few moments, where I'll admit I had to touch myself to get some relief (and I wasn't the only one pleasuring myself, by the way), in walked the beautiful—and quite naked—Sylvia. What a stunner! She looked around the room, spied me and came straight over to where I was sitting. Plopping herself right next to me, she beamed and said she'd been hoping to find me when she got off work. Wasting no time on preliminaries—and obviously having seen me with a finger or two in my own pussy—Sylvia boldly reached over and caressed one of my breasts, first squeezing the entire quivering flesh, then pinching and pulling my erect nipple before moving to caress the other one in the same manner. All the while, her other hand was busy squeezing and pinching her own breast and pinching its leathery nipple. It was as if her touches were electricity that traveled directly to my damp crotch and throbbing, swollen clit. I'll leave out the awkward moves of the next minute or so; suffice it to say that within mere moments of her finding me, we were cunt to cunt on one of the side benches, grinding our slick pussies against one another. Her busy fingers brought me to my first orgasm within seconds. I think she got herself off at the same instant, as she shook and shivered right along with me. In any event, once we recovered and got untangled, we padded over to one of the nearby hot tubs and plunged into the bubbling cauldron; we had a second round of exploring each other's bodies before cumming yet again. We climbed out, weak-kneed, dried off and moved through the entrance to the co-ed area, cleverly disguised by a jungle of lush indoor plants. There were even more people in the co-ed part of the club- - again everyone was completely naked, even the pre-teens. A fairly large crowd was gathered around some benches in the far corner. We joined the group of a dozen or so men, women, boys and girls—some `handling' each other as they watched something in front of them. A young boy of about 15 stepped between Sylvia and me and cupped our butt cheeks as we were trying to peer through the crowd—I saw his long, thin penis hard and throbbing against his stomach; Sylvia took it in her petite little hand and I cradled his tight little nut-sack while we peered at the group in front of us. When we could finally make out what they were all watching, imagine my surprise when I saw that there was Marty pressing his thick, hard penis and fat balls against another man's groin while lying flat on his back... and on an adjacent bench, Will doing the same thing to a young black man, sporting an enormous cut cock stretched up his torso almost to his pecs—Will always did like `em big! I think men call this frotting. Whatever it's called, we were just in time to watch `the boys' cum all over their prostrate `victims.' Seeing four spasming, lurching penises unloading spurt after spurt of white semen on each other brought admiring comments from the surrounding crowd- - and inspired some groping among the aroused crowd! The boy we'd been handling while he caressed our asses shot a fairly large load of sperm on the back of the man in front of us; the `creamed' guy didn't seem to mind. The admiring crowd continued to watch as the boys climbed off, then toweled themselves and each other dry. There was even some appreciative applause! After a couple more episodes in and around the pools in the common area, we separated again, showered and dressed in our respective dressing areas and then headed home. Sylvia and I had one more encounter in the women's showers before we left. I'll have a few more stories for when you and Brian get home. Oh, by the way, Tristan's dad, Neil, replied to Marty's invitation to swing by our house on his way to camp this Friday for `dad's day.' Neil and Marty will drive on together to be with you and Tristan while Will and I entertain Tristan's mom (I hope to get lots better acquainted with her too! wink wink); we'll also finalize plans for your and Tristan's—and Brian's, too, I guess—welcome home party for the following weekend! Can't wait! I've rambled on long enough... hope you're having fun at camp fishing and boating and whatever else you do there! Hope you have some stories to tell when I see you again as well. Love, Aunt Millie P.S. I forgot to mention that Tristan's Aunt Fiona and Uncle Ted will also be coming this weekend. We have plenty of room, so although I don't know anything about these two, they sound nice and may even have some good ideas for the party! It was probably too late to warn Aunt Millie about Tristan's Uncle Ted. I hoped she could still walk after Uncle Ted finishes fucking her this weekend. I'm also guessing Uncle Ted will get to dip his penis into Uncle Will's ass at least once while there, too. It's a pretty sure bet that, after Will and Millie `experience' Ted and Fiona, they'll also be invited to our welcome home party. During dinner, I updated Tristan on the news in my aunt's letter. I saw his penis throb a little more when I told him that after dropping me off at camp Sunday, the three of them went to the bath house where Tristan and I met last week, especially the part about `enjoying' each other- - and Sylvia. Also, I told him that his dad, Neil, and Marty would be driving together here to dad's day in just a couple of days. Further, he seemed excited learning that his mom- - as well as his Aunt Fiona and Uncle Ted- - were going to spend the weekend at my aunt and uncle's house. "Oh boy, I hope your aunt and uncle know what's in store for them... Uncle Ted and Aunt Fiona can mind their manners for a while, but spending the weekend? I'm betting things are going to heat up pretty quick- - and stay hot for the rest of their stay! I can't wait to hear all about it. I also told him what little I knew about the following weekend's welcome-home party; that his whole family would probably be there as well. I still didn't know if my mom and sister would be there, but maybe Marty would know more when he showed up the day after tomorrow. I deliberately hadn't told Tristan about Mr. Cooper's news that Massey was going to let me bring another camper and his dad to spend some `quality time' at the manor. I had a pretty good reason for not telling him... although Tristan had fucked around with everybody in his family, I didn't know their attitudes about diddling `kids.' From his story, it sounded like everyone was of legal age when they became sexually active; I knew that if we got a chance to revisit the `special wing' of the manor, there'd be underage, naked people willing to join in some sexual escapades with the rest of us. If I invited Dennis or Andy, we'd have a better chance of being asked to- - and they'd be more accepting of- - that sort of activity. Back at the cabin after dinner, Clay announced that the plans for the evening were up to us; most of the guys wanted another `hands-on' session, and the discussion was now centering on what could serve as the catalyst to get us all hard and masturbating together to get things started. Some wanted to see another interview tape. Others wanted to try out some of the `equipment' they'd borrowed from the class. It seems a few spent their afternoon in the e-stim class and brought their `kits' with them. A couple of others somehow had other `equipment' to try out as well, including a vibrating dildo or two and some nipple clamps. I wish I'd kept the rubber dildo replica of Marty's erection... I think that would have made an impression! "We can do it all, I think," added Clay, breaking my reverie remembering my time with that big, thick rubber replica of Marty's penis deep in my anus, "we just need to decide what to do first... Why don't I go get Sid's tape and we'll go from there. I think you'll all enjoy his growing-up story. Clay had hinted before about how hot Sid's tape was and I was looking forward to watching it and hearing his story. We'd been teasing Sid about his propensity to fuck animals- - obviously a joke based on the results of our `preferences' class- - but I'd been curious about him since the minute we met... I don't think I'd ever seen him without a full-on erection; even when asleep. His blanket was always tented, even in the middle of the night. I was also developing a letch for his cute little ass; he and I had just spent the afternoon on clean-up detail. He stayed hard from the minute we started up the hill with Clay to the counselor dorm and stayed boned during the brief visit to the orgy room. He even stayed hard after FC made him cum during the interview session. Watching him bend over to empty trash time and again made me want to feel his body and cock- - especially his round little hairless bubble butt! Right then, knowing that Clay was retrieving the tape, Sid was blushing on his bunk; I could tell there was something he was uncomfortable with... time would tell. Just as Clay came out from his area with Sid's tape and was setting up to show us, my step-brother, Brian, lightly tapped on the door and entered. He was just as naked as the rest of us, but was completely flaccid. I don't think I'd seen him naked and completely soft in quite a while. "Hey, Bro," I said, slapping him on the shoulder but staring at his sad penis, "are they working you too hard? Having trouble keeping a boner going tonight? Ignoring me, he spoke to Clay. "Hey, Clay... do you mind if I borrow Wilson for a while? Something's come up at home that I need to discuss with him outside. "No, go ahead... we'll get started here and I can catch him up later on what he missed," replied Clay. Dammit! I really didn't want to miss Sid's tape- - and I certainly didn't want to miss the ensuing `hands-on' session, especially with Sid as the star- - but Brian's intimating that something was amiss at home had me concerned. This might explain Brian's soft dick, I thought. I hoped it wasn't anything serious. As we moved out onto the path, Brian lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry to fib to Clay... don't worry; there's nothing wrong at home... I just needed to talk with you out here away from the other campers and didn't want Clay to get suspicious. "Well, that sounds ominous," I said. "I'm glad nothing's wrong at home, but what could be so serious that you needed to drag me out here? "I overheard Mr. Cooper talking on the phone with someone important just a little while ago- - I assume it was Massey- - about a situation here at camp. It seems one of the campers; actually it sounded like more than one; maybe brothers; I don't know? Anyway, they've disappeared. I only heard one name- - Tyler, I think- - from cabin four. Do you know him? I remembered back to our waiting in line for our arm bands where a guy named Tyler ejected an awesome load of sperm that bubbled and gushed out of his thick penis as Tristan and I stroked his cock and squeezed his fat balls. "Yeah, I think I met him on the first day... we were waiting for our arm bands and he introduced himself." I continued, "hey, can't you guys tell where we are from our wrist thingies? Did anybody check his? "Yeah, they thought of that, but someone found his band under his pillow... they assume he didn't want to be tracked, so he took it off... no one's seen him since earlier this afternoon. He went to the e-stim class, then came back to his cabin with a couple of other guys that were also in the class. Those guys said they were anxious to try out their kits on themselves and each other before dinner. Two of them got busy jacking and trying out their new `toys' on each other's penises while some of the other guys watched. Tyler was one of those watchers; nobody seemed to notice when- - or with who- - he left the cabin. I guess it was pretty funny hearing those guys talk about what it was like hooking up each other to those stimulators and cranking them up; they sheepishly said that a bomb could have gone on in cabin four and they probably wouldn't have noticed... those e-stim things apparently create pretty massive orgasms. Anyway, Tyler- - or at least his wrist band- - never left the cabin again. When Tyler was a no-show at dinner, his counselor realized he was missing and initiated a search... that's when they found the wrist band on his bunk. "After FC hung up with Massey- - or whoever- - FC called the kid's dad to see if Tyler had contacted anyone in the family. Tyler hadn't called the dad, so the dad called his ex-wife, Tyler's mom. She hadn't heard from him either, but I guess the `jig was up' as soon as he told her where Tyler was. She knew all about bate camp; now she also knew that her ex had enrolled her precious baby, too... and maybe some big-dicked counselor had kidnapped him and was raping his cute little butt again and again. "How did she know about bate camp? Did she know everything that goes on here?" I asked. "It seems she knew quite a bit- - but didn't have any idea Tyler had gone through the interview and application process, let alone that he was away at camp just now; they shared custody- - Tyler was with his dad for the summer and the two of them decided to get him enrolled. I overheard FC's half of the conversation, but it seems that the trouble in their marriage had something to do with the dad's life-long love of masturbation. Bate camp figured prominently in his past and helped form his love of beating off. The dad had been a camper and counselor for years before they met and got married. I guess she never accepted his overt love of his penis- - she evidently thought his cock was just for her enjoyment and fulfillment! Ultimately, though, she found out about the camp- - and her husband's `dirty little habits' of masturbating with other guys and that was part of why they got divorced. Like I said, when the dad called her asking if Tyler had called, she pretty much knew the whole story. Here's where it gets sticky, though- - as I said, the parents are divorced, but the mom is now married to the prime minister! "Holy shit!" I blurted out, astutely capturing the gravity of the situation. "What are they gonna do? "I don't exactly know, but every counselor is out searching every building in the complex, including all the other cabins- - I'm supposed to be searching yours- - would you do that for me? Especially since you know what he looks like; also make sure there's nobody else in there that shouldn't be. "No problem... I'm pretty sure I would have noticed him hanging around since we were all ogling each other getting ready for another `hands-on' session. "What's a `hands-on' session? "It's where we watch some porn or an interview tape and Clay has us pair up or get in groups and we mess around with each other- - sort of musical chairs or group therapy or something... anyway, I'll go back in and look again; just wait here. Things were well under way when I got back in the cabin. I only caught a sentence or two of Sid's tape while I checked every corner of the cabin. He and FC were on split screens- - just like on the other tapes- - both were naked and hard. I never heard mention of Sid fucking any animals- - nor was there one with him on screen (a little humor there). I took a moment, though, to watch the two of them masturbate together. I have to say that I never got tired of watching FC jack off; I was wondering if this was going to be an interview where he came twice, like he did for me. To this day, Mr. Cooper is my ideal `dad' figure when I read porn; particularly if one of the characters is an older guy. It especially gets me hard if the story I'm reading has the older man reluctantly being asked to `abuse' or pleasure a younger person. Any scenario where a dad is `blackmailed' or is otherwise coerced to have sex with a child or step-child- - either boy or girl- - or a friend of one of those; or a neighbor kid; or a niece or nephew; or... well, I think you get the picture. I hardened up in that brief moment of watching him on screen. Watching Tristan and Sid jacking each other's standing cocks while watching the tape added fuel to my growing boner. I knew it was going to be a hot session that I'd miss. "As I thought, nobody was in there except the other guys assigned to our cabin," I reported after returning outside. "What's next? Can we expect cops running around here in 10 minutes? Will there be airborne troops parachuting in later tonight? "If it was up to the mom, that would surely be the case... but the story gets even more interesting," continued Brian. "It seems that not only is the prime minister married to Tyler's mom; he's pretty good friends with her ex-husband- - Tyler's dad. Both were former bate campers and counselors at the same time! And to top that, the prime minister is a major investor in Ferguson Limited! Not only does he know about the manor and our camp and all of it- - he has a major interest in seeing the camp and Massey Manor continue and prosper, and in getting the new cruise line operating and profitable... none of that is going to happen if this gets in the papers! "Can I do anything else to help?" I asked. "Thanks for offering... we've got all of the cabin 4 campers spread around with other counselors since they know what Tyler looks like. We've separated them into teams of four- - two counselors and a two campers- - but that's not going to be enough teams to thoroughly search everyplace very quickly... would you mind joining me and another counselor to help search? Do you know anybody else in your cabin that would recognize Tyler? "Yeah, I think Tristan could identify him... at least he and I got pretty well covered with Tyler's sperm just a couple of days ago... I'll go ask him if he would recognize him and if he'd be willing to help... I'll be right back. "Better grab your clothes; I don't know how late we'll be and it can get cool at night. I reentered the cabin and was sorry I had to tap Tristan on the shoulder. He was being sucked- - and sucked hard just then- - by Sid. All but about an inch of Tristan's substantial penis was deep in Sid's mouth and probably down his throat. Tristan startled at my touch; his involuntarily jump forced the entire fleshy column all the way in; it damn near strangled Sid. He came up off Tristan's raging, throbbing, shiny, magnificent cock, now swaying in the breeze while Sid gagged and coughed. Sid was a trooper, though; he had a tight hold of Tristan's balls and never let go while trying to get his breath back. "Sorry," I said to Tristan, "I'll finish you later, but I need to ask a favor. I explained the situation; Tristan jumped up and grabbed his clothes while I went and got mine. We skulked out of the cabin and- - with the exception of Sid- - no one noticed us sneak out. Clay was face down between a pair of spread ass cheeks munching somebody's winking anus, so he didn't see us leave either. Sid wandered over and parted Clay's butt as we closed the door. We followed Brian back to the counselor dorm where he grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt. He also enlisted the help of his roommate. "Boys, this is Frank... Frank, this is my step-brother, Wilson and his friend, Tristan. "Oh... you must be the guy that fucked Clay! I was getting a little paranoid about being known as some callous fucker that `had his way' with Clay, but I let it pass for now. Frank had learned a few more facts about Tyler that he shared as we headed off toward the gym to begin our search. "They checked Tyler's things and he hadn't taken his clothes bag. That means that either he planned to go wherever he went completely naked... or... he didn't leave of his own free will. They checked the tapes of the main entry and nobody that looked like Tyler left that way. Whatever the circumstances of his disappearance, we think he's still on the property someplace. That's the good news... the bad news is this is one big piece of property. The sun was setting, so we decided to check around the outside the athletic complex before we lost the light; then systematically check the gym, weight room, changing rooms and pool area. To make a long story short, we searched for about an hour but came up empty. Rounding the corner by the counselor's dorm, we spied FC talking to Travis, the `proctor' for our first day's sexual preference test. "... yeah, we found him plugged into multiple e-stim machines," explained Travis. "He was passed out in one of the big recliners, butt-naked and spread-eagled. He had one of the large-sized e-stim butt plugs in as well as one `milker' on each nipple. That's not all- - there were two stimulators on his pecker, two on his balls, and even one pasted onto his chod- - that part between his scrotum and his asshole. When I first saw him, his very hard dick was bobbing up and down with each impulse and his anus was clenching and unclenching on my `special' butt plug nearly continuously! "You said he was `passed out,'" said FC. "Do you mean he was asleep? And what is this `special' butt plug? "Well," replied Travis, "I said he was passed out- - I mean like WAY passed out- - like drunk passed out; only he was stone cold sober! He must have cum at least five or six times... there was sperm all over him and the chair- - Tyler is quite the cummer, you know! As we unhooked him and brought him around, I noticed he had all the stimulators set to `rock and roll'. I imagine he was twitchin' and moaning and going in and out of consciousness for the past two hours or so... I've had maybe two regular stimulators on my cock and balls turned up to maybe halfway at the same time; I've never heard about having 4 of them set to full blast at the same time on such sensitive parts of one's body! I wonder how he got them all going at the same time? "But what is the special butt plug you mentioned? "Oh yeah, that... well as I said, earlier Tyler was in the afternoon e-stim class where we teach about all the different stimulator sets, how they operated and the options for their use- - you know, like how putting one lead on the base of your cock and the other near the head induces a current between the two that causes uncontrolled twitching and clenching. Tyler was especially curious about my prototype anal probe. I've modified an insertible rubber dildo where one inch of the tip has a rotating head under the soft rubber sheath. I'd picked a perfect length dildo that perfectly fit in me; what I mean is that the rotating tip contacted my prostate exactly every time it rotated. I was working on one where you could adjust both the rotation rate and the vibration intensity and frequency, but I haven't perfected that yet. Anyway, the one I showed the boys was built so you could adjust only the rotation rate- - I find about once per second got me off quickest; I also put a stimulator pad on the outside of the sheath so that at max pressure on the prostate, the stimulator shoots a signal- - also adjustable in intensity- - directly into the sensitive prostate gland with each rotation. I've never had it turned up more than halfway and I cum instantly every time I slide it in and turn it on; I can't quit spasming and clenching and cumming and squirting until I turn it off or pull it back out. Tyler had it maxed out and probably had it up his rectum for more than an hour! I honestly don't know how he had time to turn it on, then do anything else but cum and cum and cum. Maybe he turned it on after all the other stimulators were firing on his penis, scrotum and all? I don't know... I'll have to ask him exactly how he managed to get all the stimulators set and on before he lost control. "You keep the lab locked at night, don't you?" asked FC. How do you figure he got in there? "Yessir, I do, but we think he jimmied a window or unlocked it when he was there for his class earlier and got in that way... anyway, the medical staff is with him now; they think he's just dehydrated from losing all those fluids, but he should be OK by morning... maybe a little sore, but he'll survive. Finding him spent like that reminded me of the adolescent joke about a guy sticking his penis into a milking machine on their farm growing up- - a milking machine that's set to keep sucking until it gets a quart! Both FC and Travis shook their heads; each chuckling slightly- - secretly, I think they both wanted to go and try out that prototype just then- - but relieved that at least they found young Tyler. "I'd better to go inside and call Mr. Ferguson... I'm sure he'll want to tell Tyler's dad right away... would you please make sure everybody gets the word that he's been found OK? Oh, and you'd better stop showing off that prototype probe- - we don't want to tempt anyone else to try it before you have it perfected; besides, I'm thinking Massey might want to figure out a way to patent it; we'll all make a fortune! And mum's the word for you two campers... young Wilson and Tristan- - not a word about the details of Tyler's little adventure tonight! Brian and Frank said they'd help spread the word while Tristan and I agreed not to tell anyone about the probe or Tyler's `most excellent adventure' tonight; then headed back to our cabin. We cracked up at the image of quiet little Tyler, the prime minister's kid- - or whatever- - sneaking off after seeing two of his cabin mates go to `masturbation nirvana' using their little e-stim kits on each other back at cabin four. I wondered if he'd been planning to go back to the lab all along for a try at that anal probe or if it was a snap decision to ditch his wrist band so they couldn't find him. In either case, here he is sneaking into the lab, hooking himself up and e-stimming to the moon! As we walked in the near darkness, Tristan and I wondered out loud what we'd missed at our own cabin's `hands-on' session; we were pretty sure, however, that no matter how `grand' the orgasms back at cabin five, nothing compared to the multiple convulsive sperm launches that Tyler had just experienced. How, exactly do you think you hook all that stuff up, I wondered. I think Tristan was wondering the same thing. I couldn't wait `til it was our turn in e-stim class. And, I hoped that by next week, Travis would have perfected the vibrating function on that probe as well!