Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2019 17:45:59 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Ch 26 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 26 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 26- Ramifications! We awoke to a gray, rainy morning- - our first `bad' day at camp. Clay made sure that we understood that this kind of day was more typical of western England and that we'd been pretty lucky with the sunny, warm weather we'd had for our first 4 or 5 days. "You guys go ahead and prep and shower; I think I'll head over to the administration building to see if there are any changes for our day due to the rain... I'll meet you all at breakfast. Those of us who knew about Tyler and his personal excursion to `orgasm heaven' also wondered what changes might be in store for our Thursday schedule if the press had found about the prime minister's step-son being reported missing- - even if it was only for a few hours yesterday. As we wandered in and out of the shower room- - I was getting used to calling it a `loo'- - I was again impressed by the `splendid'- - Clay's word- - male bodies in our cabin. To a person, the slim, mostly hairless- - and always naked- - muscular bodies and round bubble butts were getting me hard. Making eye contact while soaping up one's penis, balls and ass was causing a `universal erection reaction'- - I noticed that I wasn't the only appreciative one in the group. Tristan had a raging, throbbing boner also- - even before entering the loo. Those who were flaccid when they entered were now fully hard after cleaning up and showering just from watching each other handle their own genitals. By now you'd have thought we would be used to handling our own dick, nuts and anal orifices, but it was quite the opposite- - it seems that sticking things in your ass and then showering with other guys in full view of each other was the ultimate aphrodisiac! I was glad to be among this particular group of fit, handsome boys for this two weeks of bate camp... little did I know that this spectacular experience was about to end after just a few days! At breakfast, the conversation turned to Tyler and the rumors about the flurry of activity going on around us. One guy from cabin 4- - the cabin Tyler was from- - said he and the rest of his cabin were supposed to report to the administration building right after breakfast "and bring all of their personal belongings... including proof of age." There was mass confusion, as almost none of them had any kind of drivers' license or other proof of age. "Is it cops that are asking you to go to the main building?" someone asked. "We don't know; we've just been told to get our stuff and get up there by 9. "Does anyone know where Tyler is? "We heard he was in hospital or something. "Yeah, we heard that, too... fucked himself silly with an e-stim anal stimulator is what we heard! "And now we all have to get out of here! So that's it, I thought... they're trying to figure out if any of the campers are under age. I was pretty sure that FC was careful to not enroll anyone that was younger than 16... at least I hadn't heard of anyone here at camp that wasn't at least that old. Maybe somebody lied about their age? After breakfast, all of cabin 5 was flaccid for the first time in a while as we wandered back to the cabin. We did notice, however, that more guys were walking around wearing shorts and t-shirts now; a few were carrying small bags- - we assumed it was their belongings. "Man, it looks like lots of guys are leaving camp," said Sid, "I wonder if Clay has any more information. Just as we arrived at our cabin, Clay approached, having come from the direction of the administrative building. "We just had a briefing from FC and Massey up at the admin building... it seems Tyler's mom made a big stink when they thought he was missing. First, she demanded that her husband, the prime minister, look into the `depravity' going on here at bate camp- - remember, she divorced Tyler's dad after finding out he'd been a camper here and absolutely hit the roof when she found out her precious little boy was also here at the same camp her ex had attended years earlier. The ultimate irony is that- - unbeknownst to Tyler's mom- - her current husband, the prime minister, was also a camper once... and what's more, he's a major investor in all of Massey's enterprises! He has no choice but to do what she says, but he's clearly not out to shut us down. "It's too bad Tyler's dad called her and spilled the beans in the first place," said Tristan. "Well, he probably felt he had no choice," answered Clay, "if indeed Tyler was missing or kidnapped or something, he needed to warn his ex-wife... what's especially sad is that if he'd just waited an hour or so, Tyler would have been found and all would have been just fine- - except for his own well-used butt-hole, that is. "In any case, we've been told to round you guys up, get you dressed and prepare for a press onslaught that might happen as soon as lunchtime. After lunch today, the schedule includes lots of outdoor activities featuring fully clothed young campers swimming, boating, hiking and doing archery... you know, stuff for the paparazzi to see. "How did the press find out about all this?" asked Tristan. "Nobody knows, but it's either a leak in the prime minister's office or Tyler's mom also called somebody at the paper or some tabloid... FC and Massey want to make sure when the drones start flying over camp, everybody is dressed and doing normal camp stuff. We entered the cabin and started rummaging around for the clothes we wore to camp 4 days ago. Even though everybody brought a change of clothes or two, surprise!, none of the clothes had been worn, so we had plenty of clean clothes to put on. "After you get your pants on, everybody needs to get a camp t-shirt on, too, so we all look like `happy campers' to the rest of the world. While we got dressed, Clay was hastily gathering up all the interview tapes he'd been showing us. "What's with the tapes there, Clay," asked Dennis. "What are you going to do with those? "Well, as you all know, almost all of these interviews were done when you guys were under 16. You're all older than that now, but some of you were as young as 14 when FC beat off with you while making your skype interviews... he's worried that these could at least raise some eyebrows, if not get him arrested. We're going to gather them up and get them off property as soon as possible. "You don't think the press is going to enter the camp, do you?" asked someone in the back of the cabin. "Well, Massey got a phone call from the prime minister warning him that later today a contingent of local police, a child welfare agent and some detectives from Scotland Yard will be here to conduct interviews... just to make the press believe there's been a full investigation. Everything's on the up and up as far as your ages and all, but they will ask each of you if any of the staff has abused you against your will. Clay made eye contact with Tristan and flushed somewhat, remembering Tristan's trickery getting Clay's dick inside him... when he looked at me, a wry smile crossed his face. "They probably won't ask if any of you've been abusing any of the staff, though- - Wilson! Everybody got a big yuck out of that. "Wilson, once you're dressed, could you run these tapes over to the gym, please. Matt, the athletic director has been told to gather all of them, package them up and move them up to the manor or someplace for now, then later on to some undisclosed location... the point is they need to be removed from the camp before the inspectors arrive. I wondered why Clay picked me out of the crowd to run the tapes over to Matt. "First, though, we're the central repository for the whole camp, so there will be quite a few being brought here... Dennis and Andy, could you please help Wilson carry the boxes over to the gym once you're all dressed and all the boxes are full. Hmmm, I wondered... was it just a coincidence that Clay picked the three of us that knew about the special wing up at the manor, or was he told to get us out of earshot when the investigators began asking questions? "By the way, when you guys take the boxes, you also need to take all your stuff with you... I don't know if you'll be helping Matt move the boxes up to the manor or not, but in any case, you may not have time to come back and get your stuff before... He didn't finish his sentence, but it was obvious that there was more to our being picked to transport the boxes to the gym... and something beyond that- - but what? "If you don't think we're coming back tonight, there might be a problem in the morning," I remembered, "my step-dad, Marty and Tristan's dad, Neil, are driving together tomorrow, so we probably shouldn't be in two different places when they get here... do you want to replace me with someone else? Sid maybe? I could see the wheels turning in Clay's head. "OK, then... Tristan, you go with Wilson, Dennis and Andy to the gym- - and don't forget to take all of your stuff as well; you may not be back any time soon. After putting on the clothes we wore to camp on Sunday, each of us gathered our things in the small gym bag we'd brought along. Then we each took a box of tapes and headed over to the gym. Clay made it pretty clear we were to get these boxes to Matt, but he was nowhere to be found. The weight room was pretty full of campers and counselors—radically different from last time we were here, as everyone had gym shorts and t-shirts on. I missed the open displays of cocks and balls and meaty chests and bubble butts and... well, you get the idea. The same held true for the wrestling area. Not only were the wrestlers now all clad in singlets or gym attire, but the spectators looked like those in any high school in the country- - except everyone was male. Sure, a couple of the wrestlers were openly displaying boners under their tight singlets - - and opponents were rubbing against them constantly- - but there were no openly overt jackers at all. Moving through the gym to the row of offices at the back, we found one with his name on the door, but still no Matt. The top half of the entire wall with the door all glass- - you know, that glass with chicken wire embedded in it. "Let's just put the boxes behind his desk here, where you can't see it from the hall" offered Tristan. "Then we can fan out and locate him more easily without lugging these things all around. "I guess we could do that," I replied, "but Clay made it pretty clear we weren't supposed to lose track of these tapes... I'll stay here and guard our `precious cargo' while you guys go look for him... leave your bags here, too. We piled our boxes and bags against the wall behind Matt's desk, then Andy, Tristan and Dennis headed out. Since there was only one chair in Matt's small office- - his desk chair- - I made myself at home, leaning back with my hands laced behind my head and my feet on the desk. Gazing around the small office, I noticed the usual black desk phone, a classic in/out basket, a double pen holder- - with no pens- - and some clipboards hanging from hooks on the walls. One looked like a personnel roster; another had a map of the athletic complex with times written on the margins of each room- - I guess a scheduling board for the various facilities. As I continued to nose around the desk, I noticed the bottom drawer on the left was slightly ajar. Gazing down into the dark recess, I thought I saw something wrapped in a towel- - one of those sweat towels from the weight room- - with a note pinned to the outside. I pulled the drawer open wider and read `return to Brian's brother in cabin 5 when done'. Well, hey, that's me, I thought. Since the bundle was obviously meant for me, I unwrapped the towel and discovered the black rubber replica of my step-dad's erect penis! Brian had borrowed it from me on our first night at camp and said he was going to lend to Matt, so finding it here in Matt's drawer made sense. What I couldn't figure out was what `when done' meant... when done sliding it in and out of your ass? When done jamming it in and out of someone else's ass? What else could you do with a massive rubber replica of an erect 8-inch penis- - with fat nuts attached- - besides use it for yours or someone else's anal sexual pleasure? On closer examination, I noticed some light pink traces of something that felt like latex rubber flecks in the crease between the nut-sack and the base of the shaft. There were a couple more specks where the flared glans met the top of the shaft; one or two more in the piss-hole at the tip. I picked all these off and found I was getting aroused handling Marty's penis once again, the veiny thick shaft heavy in my hand. I thought about Tyler and the investigation his antics were bringing down on the camp; it made me sad that the special dad initiation, where Marty would slide his real penis up inside me wasn't going to happen... it certainly wasn't going to be here this weekend. Not in front of my friends while their dads did them at the same time, anyway. I assumed Matt was `done' with it- - whatever he was using it for- - so I re-wrapped it in the towel and slid it into my gym bag. My half-hard penis needed adjusting in my shorts, so I `un-bended' it, pointing it over to the left where there was more room to grow in my tight underwear. I was startled by someone out in the corridor asking loudly, "What's that in your bag, son? Something that's making your dick hard, I see." There, peering in the end window across from the desk was Mr. Cooper- - now fully dressed in his khaki shorts and tight polo that we first saw him wearing on day one. Next to him was a handsome younger man in a suit and tie. "Wilson, isn't it?" asked FC. I would have thought he'd remember me after helping me sperm Sara at the Manor as well as shooting cum all over his hand and arm in his office during the skype interview just yesterday. "This is Inspector Bowen of Scotland Yard. As they opened the door and stepped into the office, I thought, Oh shit, here I am with all the interview tapes... and there's Scotland Yard standing here watching me steal and fondle a dildo from Matt's desk. I began stammering something about why I was sitting at Matt's desk waiting for my friends who were out looking for him; then checked myself before I blabbed something about staying behind to guard the interview tapes. The entire time I was babbling, I watched both FC and Inspector Bowen gaze at the pile of boxes and bags stacked against the back wall behind me. "Wilson... stop," said FC, holding up his hand. "We're here to get these boxes out of here and we need your help... we really don't care what you put into your bag. That's between you and Matt. He correctly read the confusion on my face. "Inspector Bowen here was sent to protect these tapes... yes, he's officially here to `investigate' at the prime minister's behest, but in reality, both he and the prime minister are former campers; they know what's at stake here... now help us get these boxes out to his car. I sat there with my mouth open trying to process what he was telling me. "Wilson... get up and help us move these boxes. If you're thinking Matt is coming back to get them, he was stopped by the police trying to get a van onto the property- - he won't be back any time soon. Our only hope of getting these boxes off campus is to get them into Inspector Bowen's official car and drive them to my house. I hopped up and between the three of us, we got all the boxes moved out of Matt's office. I decided to leave the other boys' bags in there, fairly certain that they'd come back here looking for them. I also decided to leave a note explaining that we'd secured all the tapes. I didn't know what to say about where I'd be- - I simply had no idea what would come next. After loading the boxes into the inspector's Range Rover, I climbed into the back seat. Inspector Bowen- - `just call me Chris'- - told me to lie on the floor of the back seat, as he didn't want to be seen transporting `a youngster' off property. I had to lay across even more boxes there on the floor of the back seat. "Sorry about those other boxes there," said FC, "those are all the records of campers and counselors that have ever attended bate camp... Chris and I are supposed to review those together this afternoon to make sure all the submitted documents for each camper were on the up and up. Chris drove carefully out the front gate; the guard now posted there recognized him and FC and just waved them out. After a few minutes, Chris said "You can sit back up now, Wilson. We're away from camp; we'll be at FC's house soon. We should be in the clear as far as any more prying eyes. Imagine my surprise as I sat up and saw FC turned in his seat looking sideways as well as back at me. What surprised me was that one hand was on the back of Chris's seat, the other was squeezing Chris's crotch through his suit pants! "Just wait `til you see Chris's penis, young Wilson... it's truly beautiful! And he can just put out the sperm, too! I can't wait to see you in action again, Inspector Bowen! What's it been? Ten... twelve years? "More like 15, Frank. The last time you touched my penis was my last year as a counselor. I remember it well! I told you I was engaged to be married that Fall and you made sure I had the bachelor party of my dreams before leaving camp that year. My wife and I enjoy sex with other couples occasionally- - and I always relish handling another cock, but that was the last time I had an all-male orgy- - I miss it! Your ministrations here are making me remember it all over again... do you think we can hold off taking it out `til we're at your house? I don't want `snail trails' all over my suit here. They both laughed, but FC didn't stop massaging Chris's swelling genitals through his expensive suit pants. "Well, I don't think I can continue without some relief... I'm raging hard; it feels like it will break off if I don't relieve some of this pressure," said Mr. Cooper, maneuvering to get his erection out of his shorts. There it was throbbing in all its glory against his flat stomach! He'd even pulled out his fat, shaved balls to quiver below with every bump in the road. I never ceased to marvel at the beautiful, thick, pulsing boner that FC could seemingly produce anytime, anywhere! "How about you, Wilson... is yours getting hard as well? Feel free to take it out and let us see; we shant be home for a few more minutes. `Shant'? I thought- - must be another Brit-ism. I was able to work my own hard cock out through the fly of my shorts. Relief washed over me as I released the binding tightness of my tightie-whities; it bobbed free in front, now erect again for the first time since my shower that morning; it felt wonderful. With only 3 or 4 strokes, a small bead of pre-cum oozed out the tip; I noticed Chris watch me through the rear-view mirror as I pinched the nectar off the tip and slurped it into my mouth. I also fished out my nuts and let them hang down in front. "Just wait `til you see the `Bowen Boner,' Wilson. It's truly spectacular. It was quite famous in its day... in fact, you won some kind of contest, didn't you, Chris? `Thickest' or `Straightest' or something like that? "You're making me blush, FC... all I remember was that, after some sort of judging, someone produced a kit and made an impression of it for the purpose of creating a model later- - sort of like that one we saw young Wilson take out of Matt's drawer earlier. Is there a story there, Wilson? "Yeah, actually there is," I replied. I felt it was probably OK to tell these two about Marty's replica since they'd seen it already. "My uncle Will made a model of my step-father's erection when they all lived in the states as sort of as a gag but he and his wife came to enjoy it over the years since my aunt and uncle moved back over here and they sort of missed it in person. When I came to camp, my step-brother thought it would be funny if I- - or someone else- - `discovered' it in my bag once I got to camp. It was all a big yuck until he came by Sunday night and borrowed it for Matt to use. I don't exactly know what they did with it- - other than the obvious- - but I found it in Matt's office while I was waiting. It had some pink stuff stuck to it, but I now have it back." I further described the flecks of pink stuff I found clinging to the surface. Chris offered, "That pink stuff was probably latex- - dentists use it to form detailed impressions of teeth and such; it's also used to make replicas of just about anything... it sounds like Matt was using your step-father's penis as a model for something! "That explains a lot," said FC. "Travis said something about refining his prototype- - you remember Travis, don't you, Wilson? He ran the preference seminar you attended... he's also the one developing the vibrating e-stim dildo that Tyler used to abuse himself last night. I think we've just discovered the model he's using for the final e-stim vibrating rotating anal insertion unit he's developing. I'll bet your step-father's penis replica is going to be immortalized as the first production version of Travis's dildo! I had heard from the counselors that they were passing around a rather large, black veiny dildo and it was getting quite a reputation among the various users. FC and I masturbated a bit longer; the bumpy ride on the back roads adding to the sensations in my penis and bouncing balls. "Turn in at the opening in the hedgerow there, Chris... that's the entrance to my house. I began wrestling my cock back into my shorts. FC glanced over the back seat. "No need to put that beautiful thing away, Wilson. We're quite secluded here and no one can see us anywhere around the house. My wife and I quite often lounge about in the garden and throughout the grounds completely naked. We've even hosted orgies in the garden with no complaints from the neighbors, haven't we, Chris." Obviously some reference to a party Chris had attended sometime in the past. He didn't have to invite me twice to keep my erection outside my pants... in fact, I'm not sure I could get it back in anyway. At any rate, I couldn't wait to shed all my clothes; I'd gotten used to being naked and hard all the time over the past few days. "I don't see my wife's car; I expect she's over at the manor helping Fiona and Sara corral the kids and assisting their parents in getting them on their way home... we don't want anyone talking to the little ones today! Chris raised an eyebrow at that comment, indicating to me that he wasn't aware of the special wing at the manor- - maybe didn't even know about the manor at all? Better not volunteer too much information here; after all, even though he's sitting there in the driver's seat having his burgeoning genitals massaged right now, there may be limits on what he can ignore as a Scotland Yard inspector. In an attempt to cover his almost-slip, FC added, "I'm sure she would have liked to see you again, Chris- - all of you!" He quipped as we pulled up in the circular drive in front of the large country home. "Excuse me, FC... if you'll let go of the `weapon' here in my pants, I need to secure my `other' weapon before getting out of the car." FC reluctantly released Chris's package while Chris pulled a large pistol from a holster underneath his jacket. He opened the lid of a metal box which was welded to the floor, placed the gun inside and locked the lid. "Let's get this done," he said, stepping out of the car. FC and Chris jumped out, headed to the rear of the car to begin schlepping boxes. I climbed out and tried in vain to get my dick back in my pants- - I didn't want to whack it into a box or door or anything. It took two or three trips, but eventually we got all the boxes into the house and up the stairs into a back bedroom. "Now that's done, do you think we have enough time, Chris, to entertain Wilson here before getting back to the campus? Chris replied, "I told the lead investigator that I was going to meet you to review records for all the campers to ensure they were all of age- - I told him that would take most of the afternoon since we were going to go back quite a few years... that also earns you some free time as well. Your fooling with my penis on the way over has got me raging hard; even if Wilson doesn't want to be entertained, I have a burning need to fuck you, Mr. Cooper- - and I won't be put off! It took no time for FC and Chris to strip down and start fooling with each other's naked bodies as we moved back downstairs into the `lounge.' FC hadn't lied- - Chris revealed his body as he stripped off one piece of clothing after another- - when he was finished, there before me stood an absolute replica of a Greek statue. After removing his jacket, his pants came off- - obviously to relieve pressure on his throbbing penis and swollen balls, which literally fell out of his tight bikini underwear as he lowered them to the floor and kicked them up onto the adjacent bed. His awesome cock pulsed to full raging erection without him even touching it. He wore a leather holster and harness around his upper body which enhanced his vee-shaped torso and chiseled pectorals. The holster strap wrapped around his chest just below his nipples; it pulled his dress shirt taught against his torso, revealing their thick, leathery hardness through the thin cloth. After removing the harness and shirt, it was apparent that not only was he a dedicated bodybuilder, but that he spent quite a bit of time naked in the sun as well. A small white line around his waist and a small triangular patch of white around his massive cock and balls showed his fondness for a thong when out of doors. "Don't forget your bag, Wilson... I want to compare your father's penis replica with Chris's actual organ. Plus, we may find something else to do with it downstairs! On the way down, FC couldn't keep his hands off Chris's muscly body. "Wilson, didn't I tell you this was one of the most beautiful bodies you'd ever see? I mumbled my agreement, marveling at the movement of his round bubble but and rippling shoulders as I followed them down the stairs. FC was in front of Chris, leading him down the stairs by his pulsing penis. His other hand cradled and squeezed Chris's fat, shaved nut sack. With about 3 steps to go, FC halted Chris on the stairs and turned him sideways, maneuvering his erection between two rails on the side of the stairs. It stuck obscenely through the gap, throbbing and weaving around as Chris pressed his pelvis against the railing. FC released Chris's genitals and maneuvered down to the side of the stairs where Chris's penis was raging. "Wilson, step up behind Chris and give him something to play with while I suck his magnificent penis here... This may be a first for you, young man. It's called a `reach-around'; I was never clear to me whether it referred to the chap in front reaching around behind him to handle your erection or if it was the chap in back reaching around to fondle his partner in front. It doesn't much matter, I guess; except that a flight of stairs is God's gift to man when it comes to erotic reach-arounds like this. I think you'll see what I mean. I'm sure Chris has experienced this more than once, but I think you'll agree this is something you'll try again and again whenever you get a chance as you mature. As FC explained this- - and yes, it was another first for me- - I complied while Chris reached back, deftly handling my own penis and tightly contracted ball sack. With one of my legs on an upper stair, my crotch was spread slightly, allowing him access to reach down under my nuts and rub my hard chod all the way back to my tight little anus. The sensations were marvelous. I took the liberty of exploring Chris's hard, round ass cheeks as well. With one of his legs also on an upper stair, his legs were spread wide for my exploration. I don't know if he shaved his ass crack or not, but it was completely devoid of hair. I could feel and see his puckered butt hole when I spread his cheeks apart and gazed into the abyss. When I prodded his anus with my pointer finger, he jumped slightly- - obviously one of his more sensitive spots! Reaching further down under, I marveled at the hardness of his rounded- - also hairless- - chod and was struck at how full and heavy his balls felt in their wrinkled sack. The stair rail prevented me from exploring the full extent of his penis... probably just as well since the loud slurping and slight gagging sounds that FC was making told me that not much of the long shaft was exposed and available for stroking anyway. I also marveled at the smooth, hard muscles of his wide-spread thighs. Pulling off Chris's saliva-slick penis, FC counseled "now don't either one of you chaps cum; I have plans for the gallons of pent-up semen that we'll all be ejecting soon. I concentrated on not shooting as Chris eased up somewhat on his stroking of my cock. I settled on caressing his beautiful ass cheeks- - with an occasional revisit to his winking anus and full balls. I almost lost it when Chris bent my rock-hard dick down to contact, then rub up and down the crease of his ass and across his tight little butthole. With each slimy stroke across the sensitive pucker, he quivered slightly. As he sucked and stroked Chris's penis, FC reached through the stair rail between our legs. I felt his hand join Chris's in squeezing my balls and feeling my now-slimy cock. My pre-cum was flowing freely, making a mess of everything it touched. "I sense that it's time we moved off the stairs and into the library, gents. He pronounced it `lye-breh.' Come, let's adjourn and get a little more comfortable. With that, FC led us down off the steps and into the beautifully appointed living room area of the home. "I indeed intend to honor Chris's desire to fuck me, but let me outline how I want the next few moments to proceed. First, I'll sit in this large leather armchair by the fireplace. If I slouch down in the seat and slide my ass right to the edge of the cushion, I think it will be just the right height for Chris to lodge his penis in me for said fuck. My penis and balls will also be vulnerable to his manipulation. Wilson, I want you to climb up and stand with your feet on the arms of the chair. Yes, here you go; just like that. This aligns your penis and testicles perfectly with my mouth for me to bathe both lavishly if you just squat down a bit. I just love the way he talked about tongue-bathing my aching genitals like he was planning to eat an ice cream cone. As we all maneuvered into position, FC revealed he had one more idea in mind. "Wilson, I hope you'll enjoy yet another first today... have you ever had someone tongue and nibble- - and maybe even put a finger or tongue- - into your tight little-boy anus? Remembering Uncle Will's attack on my sensitive, winking hole the night before camp, I was forced to tell FC that indeed, this would not be a first for me, but would nevertheless be something I would relish and would enjoy once more. And besides, my anus had grown up in the last week; it was no longer that of a `little boy.' "Actually, just last week- - the night before camp- - my uncle sucked and prodded my butt, fully intending to fuck me, but my step-dad asked him not to... he wanted to be my first on dad's day at camp. Sorry." I could see a flicker of disappointment on FC's face, but it didn't deter him from making it happen. "Speaking of your father, did you bring his penis down with you? Chris... Wilson and I are already in position; would you be so kind as to rummage through that bag there on the table and take out Wilson's step-dad's penis please? Mr. Cooper was always so very polite. Chris retrieved the black dildo and brought it over to the chair. Standing next to FC, he brought it up next to his own throbbing erection for comparison. I think Marty had him on length- - and uniform thickness from base to tip- - but FC was going to get the fucking of his life probably. Chris's penis was way thicker down near the base- - I'm not sure I could have closed my hand around it, but I hoped I'd be able to find out for sure. Once he rammed it all the way into FC, he'd surely know it was there! Chris took the dildo with him and crouched down between FC's spread legs. I could see down between my legs, past my own throbbing penis as Chris spread FC's ass cheeks further apart. This allowed him a clear view of the hole he was about to invade with his own rampant, bulging cock. Being the courteous fucker he was- - taught by Mr. Cooper no doubt- - Chris licked his middle finger and rubbed it around FC's anus. After licking it again, he gently inserted just the tip. FC moaned as his hole opened slightly. He moaned again a moment later when Chris ran it all the way in to the knuckle and held it there while FC's rectum accommodated this invasion. Once again, Chris pulled his finger all the way out, re-wet it, then reinserted it. Another moan. The entire time Chris was working on FC's anus, FC's penis never flagged. It remained fully turgid and pulsing with each heartbeat, hard and long against his abs. A widening puddle of pre-cum had formed on his torso where copious amounts of clear nectar continued to ooze out the tip. While Chris now worked two fingers in and out of FC's butt, with his other hand, he lifted this incredible piece of cock flesh straight up and pumped it twice, then squeezed hard. A large bead of pre-cum formed at the piss hole, then ran down the belly, lubricating Chris's next five or ten vigorous strokes. FC groaned this time, announcing he was probably going to cum if Chris continued. Chris released this thick, meaty treasure and it splatted back down into the pre-cum puddle on his torso. There it lay pulsing and bulging in near- - but averted for now- - orgasm. FC hadn't been idle while all this was going on. The entire time Chris was working his fingers into FC, FC was working his own fingers into my tight little hole. With a hand on each of my ass cheeks, he had my butt spread wide and was alternately working the middle fingers of both hands into my winking butt hole, each time wetting one with his own spittle and sticking it in up to the first knuckle. I was frenzied beyond belief- - and nobody had yet even touched my penis! FC wasn't the only one leaking pre-cum either. A near-constant stream of clear ooze ran out of my penis in a long string extending straight down between Mr. Cooper's spectacular pecs. Once in a while he'd intercept a drop or two, slurping it into his mouth. When I thought I couldn't take any more, Chris lifted FC's legs and forced his knees up near his chest. FC released my butt, then reached down and spread his own ass wide for Chris's next assault. "I'm going to fuck you with two dicks, Mr. Cooper... first, I'll give you a poke with my own cock, then when I think you're about to cum, I'll pull out, let you settle down, then run Wilson's dad's dick up in your gaping hole and fuck you with that until you're about to shoot again, then do it all over again... I think we'll get a gallon out of you when the time comes! "If you'll allow me one little variation, Inspector Bowen... as much as I relish the idea of being fucked by two raging penises until I cum, I want us to climax together- - all three of us if possible- - with you and me in a manly frottage, with young Wilson there to witness the whole gushing finish close up. As we spew ours, I think we can time it all so that he can contribute his own at the right time. "I think we can accommodate that if that's OK with Wilson. Duh. "I desperately want to take your beautiful penis deep into my mouth right now, Wilson, but I can tell from your stream of salty nectar dripping down onto me that you would erupt as soon as my lips touched it... am I wrong?" asked FC. I grunted some sort of reply that made both of them laugh. "Why don't you climb down off the chair and watch a master at work... I was going to have Chris tongue your sensitive little hole while I swallowed your load, but I think this will be more enjoyable for all of us. Kneel down here beside the chair and you'll be able to see up close while Chris abuses my poor ass, first with his own world-class penis; then with your dad's cock `in absentia.'" Latin? Really? Now? "You can work yourself up to orgasm- - and I'm sure Chris will be glad help you here as we get closer- - but don't shoot until you're told. We're going to have a rousing good cum all together. I think we'll let Chris decide when the time's right, so listen for his signal... now, Chris, do your worst. With that, Chris gripped the shaft of his thick, long beautiful penis and brought the nose up to the wide-spread, winking anus before him. Without much preamble, he eased the head in- - again to FC's moans- - and then ran it about halfway up into his rectum. I saw FC's penis lurch uncontrollably as Chris pushed against his prostate again and again, each time gaining more penetration- - and forcing more and more pre-cum out of FC's piss hole. After a dozen or so pushes, Chris pushed all the way in and froze, now moaning himself at the sensations he was getting through his penis from FC's hot guts. FC clenched repeatedly, each time eliciting another soft moan from Chris who remained buried but motionless throughout. It was as if FC was squeezing Chris's battering ram with his fist. What happened next was absolutely spectacular. Chris began a slow in and out fuck that sped up to a vigorous frenzy that had his balls swinging to and fro with each plunge. I reached around between Chris's legs and held his massive, swinging nuts in my hand, stretching his contracted scrotum with each fucking motion. With my other hand, I felt all around the shaft of his penis as it plunged in and out of FC's anus. Sure enough- - I was unable to wrap my hand all the way around the base! I felt FC's anal ring grip the thick shaft with each pull-out, seemingly reluctant to let it go; then disappear back inside on each inward stroke. All the while Chris was vigorously stroking FC's penis, now slimy with his own oozings- - I could hear the wet slurping sounds as he pumped it up and down. Both FC and Chris seemed to be nearing their respective orgasms and I wondered if it was time to work myself up so as to be ready to shoot with them. As if reading my mind, Chris abruptly withdrew his dick with an audible pop. As Chris sat back on his haunches, I removed my hands from feeling him as he fucked FC. Both of them were now panting and gasping and spasming as they allowed the fever pitch to subside. "Now, we'll see how you like Wilson's dad in your ass," said Chris, picking up the dildo and running it in and out of his mouth, wetting it with his spittle. He offered it to my mouth and I took it as deep as I could in my own mouth, adding my spit to Chris's. Without a word, Chris introduced the broad glans it to the gaping wide hole in front of him. Re-gripping FC's spasming penis, he pushed Marty's replica all the way to the rubber balls in one smooth insertion while resuming stroking FC. "Oh, my!" gasped FC. I'd heard that this thing had been inside every counselor at camp this week but was skeptical of their comments about its effect... now I know what they were talking about! Chris took the hint and began a slow fuck with Marty's dick. In all the way. Out. Pause. In again. Out. Pause. "I don't know if I can take too many more!" gasped FC. "Yeah, I think I'm ready to cum, too." Replied Chris. "Are you ready to join us, Wilson? Duh. Without waiting for me to answer, FC let go of his own butt cheeks and lowered his legs to the floor once again. Chris repositioned himself with one foot on the seat beside FC's thigh and the other knee still on the ground between FC's legs. This enabled me to see both throbbing cocks as Chris brought his thick, wet penis belly to belly against FC's. "Reach in here, Wilson... feel the two of us all smashed together... that's it, get your hand all slimy... rub our balls together... it won't be long now. That's it... I'm really close. While I marveled at the feel of two thick, heaving penises rubbing against each other, I squeezed their balls together as they moaned their pleasure. They pushed against each other in a lust-filled final grind. I was reminded of watching Uncle Will and Marty in their frot the night before camp. At the time, I wanted to feel their cocks as they ground and smashed them together... here I was getting my wish. Chris reached out, gripped my slimy penis in his fist and drew me up near their crotches. "You can decide when, Wilson... just grunt or something as you're about to spew and we'll all shoot together. It only took about three pulls on my penis before I felt sperm coursing through my body, out of my balls toward my dick. I grunted and thrust my crotch forward. The sensitive tip slid right into the tight juncture of their slimy pricks. It felt like I was sticking my penis into a soapy fist- - only better. Their cocks ground against each other and me at the same time in a slimy, frenzied mutual fuck. My first gush of sperm erupted somewhere beyond their grinding cocks, shooting against the arm of the chair. The second and third were met with their first spews up and onto FC's torso. It felt like my whole insides were shooting out of my penis. Jet after jet of hot spooge left my body and splashed all around and over the spectacular genitals before me. Only after I began dry heaving contractions did I realize that FC had stuck a finger up into my ass at some point- - no doubt enhancing my orgasm immensely. "Well, I must say that was one memorable experience," I heard FC say as I came out of my post-orgasmic stupor. "Much better than looking through some old camp applications and birth certificates! Chris chortled and added, "you've got that right, gov... speaking of that, we ought to clean up and get back to the campus before we're missed. "I suppose you're right, Inspector. Up you get, Wilson. The shower's yours first! Chris and I have a few things to discuss before we head back. We'll follow in a few minutes when we hear the water shut off. I gathered up my clothes and headed up the stairs. After turning on the shower and while waiting for the water to warm up, I remembered that my bag was still down on the table; I padded back down- - still naked and remarkably still half hard- - to retrieve it. I shouldn't have been surprised to see that FC and Chris were now lying on the couch facing each other in a 69 position, each with his hard penis buried in the other's mouth and fingers buried in each other's asses. Round Two, I guess... or maybe they were `discussing' something I wasn't privy to? Marty's dick lay on the floor in front of the couch- - it seems Chris was intrigued by FC's comments and wanted to `experience' it for himself before heading back.