Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2019 21:54:35 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: ch 32, "Wilson Goes to Camp" 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 33 chapters or so, even though I've only written 32 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 32- The Dads! Glancing around the room, no one was even remotely ready to get up and answer the door. I certainly wasn't... completely naked now and so hard and so turned on that my cock was pumping out a steady stream of pre-cum; it ran down the top of the helmet and shaft, soaking my pubic hair and separating into two small streams around tightly contracted nut-sack. My chod and asshole were now wet with my own juices. Thank god I'd spread my napkin down on the chair, or the cushion, too would have been soaked. Tristan and Sid were in similar straits. Listening to Mr. Cooper relate his hot story about fucking little Aiden as well as his parents at the manor last night had us all on the very edge of coming. The doorbell had startled us all and forestalled a veritable explosion of sperm around the table. Just as FC was shifting in his seat to answer the door, we heard, "don't get up, anyone... I'll get it," from FC's wife. She saved the day by going to the door, but shook her head and put her hands on her hips in mock disgust as she stood at the double door entrance to the dining room and tsk-tsked us at not being able to get up ourselves in our naked, erect state. After a moment of mumbled greetings, she returned. "We have an unexpected... but most welcome arrival here, FC... if you'd be so kind as to introduce our new guests around the room... I'm sure they won't mind your collective state of undress. In fact, I'd be surprised if they don't join you very shortly. By the way, I'm off very soon... you'll have to figure out a way to answer the door yourselves from now on. And with that, she disappeared to the back of the house. Now- - immediately behind where she had just said her good-byes- - stood Inspector Bowen and my step-brother, Brian! "Well, good morning, FC... Wilson... boys. It appears you've gotten a head start on today's little male-bonding ritual... those are some pretty spectacular boners you're all holding in your fists right now; are you three hard up because you knew we'd be coming over? Aren't you going wait for your dads?" joked the inspector, beginning to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. "I think some of you already know Brian here... for those who don't, he's Wilson's step-brother. He's been an athletic counselor at camp this week, but unless you'd taken the wrestling course of instruction, you may not have met him yet. Brian nodded hello to Sid and Tristan... I couldn't remember if they'd met or not, but in any case, everybody now knew who he was. Inspector Bowen continued, now shrugging off his shirt and exposing his finely muscled torso. "Brian and I chatted during our inspection interviews yesterday; we talked briefly about you, Wilson, and concluded that it would probably be best if Brian came over to the Cooper's house today to meet up with the rest of you. I realize that the prime minister's inspection was fairly invasive and obviously disrupted your time at camp; it seemed prudent to bring him over here. Fortunately, I remembered FC saying that a scaled down father-dad bonding ritual was going to be held here at his house especially for you 3 campers. I hope you don't mind if Brian and I join you... Brian has agreed to act as a fourth camper and that I could be his `dad' today so as not to `horn in' on Wilson's time with their dad... Marty is his name, isn't it? It appears we're late, Brian... just look at those hard-ons! FC, the perfect gentleman, then introduced Inspector Bowen- - who was now working on undoing his trousers and removing his shoes and socks- - to Tristan and Sid. "For the edification of you young men, this is Inspector Bowen of Scotland Yard... he's a `secret' friend on the inspection team; he was a bate camper about 10 years ago, knows the prime minister quite well, and graciously helped protect us from certain embarrassing disclosures that might occur during the investigation. Not only did he shield us from untoward scrutiny, but he, Wilson and I had a rather lurid afternoon a couple of days ago here in my home; I hope we can persuade him- - and Brian, of course- - to repeat that performance. He's almost down to `the altogether' you've no doubt noticed; I think you'll all be rather impressed with Chris's `assets,' shall we say, once he gets them all uncovered. His erect penis is the only one I know that got its own name while he was a camper here- - gentlemen, you'll soon lay eyes on Chris's impressive dick, fondly known as `Bowen's Boner'! Now that we have two actors to play the role of dad and four sons, we can probably proceed to the next phase in our little ritual... shall we adjourn to the study? We can all get more comfortable in there and start... the two missing dads can catch up once they arrive. I felt bad for Brian... he stood there looking embarrassed and uneasy- - and the only one in the room still clothed. I remembered that Tristan knew him slightly from our first night in England when we all went to the bath house in nearby Bath... probably the only one at the table that didn't know Brian at all was Sid, so to ease their joint discomfort, I introduced him again. That loosened him up and soon he began to `doff his kit,' as FC would say; soon was as naked as the rest of us. I watched curiously as Tristan, Sid and Brian took in the rugged good looks of Inspector Bowen and were anticipating seeing him completely naked. I've seen that monster in action; just wait `til they see his incredible erection, I thought... I wonder whose `dad' he'll be over the next few hours. It didn't matter much, since no matter who he got as a son, we'd all get to watch him slide that thick, manly cock inside someone, for sure. By the time we all moved into the study, Inspector Bowen was completely naked and was pawing Brian's youthful ass as he walked behind him into the lounge. Having two more nude bodies in the room merely enhanced our burgeoning erections as we watched theirs grow to match ours. I use the term `match' loosely, as it was soon apparent that the inspector's erect penis was in another league from the rest of us. There in the center of the room was a large, padded footstool or coffee table, I guess. With chairs, love seats, ottomans and sofas arranged around it, it was obvious that this was to be the ceremonial center of action in our impending father-son bonding ritual. I couldn't wait. We'd no more than entered the lounge and were moving about the room selecting chairs with the best view of the large ottoman when FC announced, "Ah, here they are now... perfect timing!" sure enough, out the front windows, my stepfather, Marty and Tristan's father, Neil, stepped out of Marty's car and made their way to the front door. Each had a small gym bag in their hands... I wondered what they'd brought. Another thing we all noticed was that they both adjusted themselves as they walked; obviously they'd been masturbating at least themselves- - maybe each other- - as they drove over from nearby Bath, where they'd spent the night. It was obvious they were anticipating some awesome sex today as well. "Come right in," said FC, holding the door wide open, standing there perfectly naked and fully erect with not a hint of embarrassment. Marty and Neil got an eyeful as they passed FC's throbbing cock on the way in, then caught sight of the rest of us standing around equally aroused, hard and dripping. In no time, they'd been introduced around the group and escorted into the study. Brian hugged his dad at an awkward angle to avoid having his erect penis bang into his dad and get `snail trails' on his slacks. Neil likewise hugged Tristan and we all tittered at the awkwardness of six naked men greeting two fully-clothed new arrivals. With help from the six of us, Marty and Neil were soon also naked; as soon as their underwear was lowered, their penises sprang out, displaying their arousal at the scene before them- - and testifying to whatever they were doing in the car on the way over. We all moved together in small groups, groping each other's genitals or butts, chatting and admiring all eight exquisite bodies in the room. "It looks like all your guests have arrived," called FC's wife from the door, "... and I see they're all in splendid condition for your ceremony. I'm off for the rest of the day; enjoy yourselves! Ta ta. Mr. Cooper, acting as the perfect host, began, "OK, men, if I may have your attention, I'll explain how things will go for our bonding ceremony. I believe three of the dads gathered here have witnessed this ritual when they were campers; some have seen it more than once... I think they can attest to the special nature of what we're about to do here. Neil, I don't know what you expect, but I hope Marty has filled you in on what's about to transpire. Neil nodded and said something about how he and Tristan both understood and appreciated the ritual and were willing participants. FC continued, "Very well... when we hold this ceremony at the end of bate camp, there are usually dozens of boys and their `dads'- - be they biological fathers, step-fathers, older brothers, uncles or whatever- - assembled and willing to submit to joining as one to celebrate the young boys' entering manhood. The group is generally divided in two- - those who have committed to the coupling with their dads in the center portion of the venue, and those who are undecided- - and their dads- - gather around the outside. We usually like to hold the ceremony at our camp amphitheater in the woods- - that's where Marty and Chris were for theirs; occasionally the weather can be inclement, however- - this is England, after all- - in that case, we re-arrange the dining hall to serve as the venue. A look around the room and obviously, Marty and Chris were remembering their first rituals and were languidly stroking their cocks; both sets of testicles were contracted into tight boulders at the base of their magnificent hard-ons. I wondered if Marty knew how many asses his replica `penis' had been in this week; I decided to let Brian tell him later. I think he'll be impressed at just how many asses his cock has been in this week, I thought. "We'll obviously have to depart from the usual ceremony in a couple of respects, but I hope it will be just as meaningful for young Tristan, Wilson and Sid as it was for the rest of you at your first time. Let me say before we begin that usually Mr. Ferguson acts as the ceremonial `dad' for one of the campers who is willing to undergo the coupling but whose `dad' couldn't make it to camp for whatever reason... if Massey's unable, I usually perform first in the role of that `dad.' Today, I will be acting as young Sidney's father and provide that experience for him. However, I will defer in this instance since there are so few of us; we'll let Inspector Bowen act as young Brian's dad for demonstration purposes... is that OK with you two? How about you, Marty, is it OK if Chris plays `dad' to your son? Mumbling and nodding. "If you two will step to the center, the rest of us will sit in dad-son pairs around the edge and watch... feel free to encourage the pair in the center as well as each other throughout. While this is indeed a celebration of each son entering manhood, it is by no means a solemn undertaking; we hope your enthusiasm for this bonding will carry over into your actions and speech. I think Neil and his son, Tristan should be next, followed by Marty and Wilson and I'll fuck Sid for the grand finale! Marty and I moved to the sofa as FC spoke; he sat against the arm; I snuggled against his side. We each raised a foot up onto the cushion to get comfortable and to open ourselves up more. Raising one leg up like that spread our crotches wide and made everything available for all to see; it also allowed Marty and I to touch each other wherever we wanted. I was enjoying the feeling of being hard in the presence of seven other aroused men and boys; I stroked myself in rhythm with most of the rest of the guys in the room. As we settled in, Marty put one arm around my shoulders and slowly caressed my pec and hard little nipple; his other hand found and cradled my balls while I stroked my own penis. He alternated between touching my balls and rubbing my chod while masturbating himself; he occasionally let his free hand slide down to his own balls and chod; maybe an occasional probe against his hole as well. I'm sure he was remembering when his uncle served as his `dad' all those years ago; the occasional visit to his hole brought all those memories of his `first fuck' back, I'm sure. All eyes moved about the room. There were Tristan and Neil similarly snuggled on a love seat exploring each other's awesome, dark bodies; FC had straddled a large ottoman with Sid similarly straddling in front of him; both of their crotches also spread wide, allowing access to each other's genitals; `reach-arounds' both ways- - FC handling Sid's in full view of the rest of us; Sid with his arms behind him masturbating FC and feeling his awesome equipment as well. At the center of the room were Chris and Brian, now standing side-by-side next to the padded low table, handling each other's burgeoning erections and fat nut-sacks alternately while watching us do each other. Chris seemed especially enamored with Brian's bubble butt; he was kneading and caressing one cheek, then the other, with a `visit' to his deep, hairless crack between cheeks. Each time he slid his hand up Brian's crack, he paused and probed his tiny hole. I'm sure Chris was anticipating sliding his awesome penis deep into that little hole in just a few moments. Brian had started to ooze with all this attention and visual stimulation; it fairly ran out of his piss-hole, making his cock glisten as he stroked himself. We could all see how excited Brian was, but looking at Chris's massive, thick dick, I wondered if Brian knew what he was getting into- - or, more correctly, if he knew what exactly was about to get into him! FC spoke one last time. "Let me say one more thing here as Brian and Chris begin our ritual... please feel free to do to each other whatever you'd like around the edge of the circle, but we ask you not to make each other cum. Please save that for the rest of us to watch when it's your turn in the center. Also, it's customary for the dad and son to both orgasm in the center before the next pair take center stage. If one of you spills before the other, please help your partner give up their semen before vacating the stage. As the first up, it will be necessary for Chris to prepare Brian for his penetration- - especially with so large a rammer as his- - but subsequent penetrations should be lubricated by the semen from the previous engagement. As one pair climaxes and vacates the `stage,' the dad from the next pair will step forward to gather semen from the orifice of the previous son and use that to facilitate his own entrance into his son next. Specifically, this means that as soon as Chris has finished cumming inside Brian, Neil should step forward, gather as much of Chris's sperm as he can as it drains from Brian's hole, and use it to lubricate his own cock as he works it into Tristan's orifice. This is an important part of this ritual for both dad and son... you're not only bonding with your particular partner, but the boys are in turn bonding with each other as campers. By the way, once sufficient lubricating semen is collected, the towels there on the end table are available to clean up any unused sperm... we expect quite a bit of jizz to flow today, but don't necessarily want to clean it off the upholstery or carpets. We appreciate your help in keeping our home as clean as possible. He settled back to caressing Sid's chest and nipples, then added, "And oh, by the way, no penetration is allowed by any of the side groups either... all fucking must happen in full view of each other and in the center of the room. And it goes without saying that this is a celebration of entering manhood for the sons, so we hope each dad will fuck his son first today; at least here in full view of us all... we do find that some dads wish to be fucked themselves as well- - or to fuck another dad or other son in the room- - after we're done with the ritual fucking, we can re-form and re-engage in any combinations anyone wishes... for example, I understand that young Wilson here has expressed an interest in fucking me at some point; is that so, Wilson? Today may be your last opportunity to do that. I blushed. I wondered who `leaked' that little tidbit... it could have been Sid; or maybe it was Tristan? I couldn't exactly imagine who else had either seen me letching after FC or heard me murmur my desire to fuck him. In any event, I got over my embarrassment quickly and moved on to wondering who else in the room was going to want to experience Chris's massive, thick boner... this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get fucked by a world-class penis; I hoped he had the stamina it'd take to do all of us! Well, maybe not me... that thing was pretty scary. With that, Chris helped Brian lie back on the cushion with his butt hanging off the edge and raised his legs up against his chest. Chris got down on one knee and bent over to bury his face against Brian's now fully exposed anus. He began licking and spitting on Brian's winking hole. Brian held his own legs against his chest, then spread them wide apart so we could all see everything. This allowed Chris to alternately stroke Brian's hard, leaking penis against his abs and caress his fat, contracted balls. He then released Brian's cock and slid just the tip of a finger into his now spit-soaked asshole. Brian moaned. I knew this contact was bringing back memories of Marty sliding his cock up into my brother years ago when young Brian was here as a camper. Marty was big- - I had his replica penis in my bag and had seen it in many rectums over the last week- - but Chris had his work cut out stretching Brian sufficiently for him to slide his impressive meat up into his guts. Chris was patient. First he worked a finger all the way in; then a thumb. Next, two fingers slid all the way in and then finally, three. Brian was moaning loudly and the crowd was getting into the action. "There's three, Brian... you're almost there," encouraged FC... It won't be long now... "Don't cum yet, Bri," added Marty, "I know this is pretty exciting for you, but wait `til he's inside. I'd noticed the puddle of pre-cum on Brian's abs was running down his sides. The puddle on his torso must be pretty big. Marty knew his son; all that pre-cum meant he was close to shooting his goo. I found myself thinking that it was good that the padded table was covered in easily-cleaned leather. Chris kept three fingers in Brian and stood up. His throbbing, thick penis was pulsing with his heart beat and more than ready to slide right into Brian. He stooped down, spit on his cock and held the shaft with one hand while aligning the tip against his deeply buried fingers. He slowly pulled out his fingers while sliding his meat in at the same time. By this clever `replacement' maneuver, he soon had 2-3 inches lodged inside Brian... only 5-6 really thick inches to go! I'd have to remember that maneuver for future reference. "Oh man, that must feel just awesome," said somebody. "Just work it in, Chris... that's it... just a little at a time... there's another inch inside you, Brian... are you still doing OK? Grunt. Moan. Gasp. Chris scooped some of Brian's pre-cum off his stomach and spread it around the thickest part of his meaty cock we could still see. Another inch. More moaning. Almost all the way out. Back in to where he was before. Pause. All the way out. Back in to where he was before. Another inch. Pause. Moan. Almost all the way out. Slowly back in to where he was before. Hold. The concentration on Chris's face showed how careful he was being with Brian. And Brian's moans were testament to how much he appreciated this delicate fuck. Evidently, this was taking too long, though. Brian suddenly let go of his own legs and he reached down, grasped Chris by the hips and vigorously drew him all the way up and in with a very loud moan. Actually they both grunted and moaned in unison with the final plunge all the way to Chris's balls. "Holy shit! He got that whole thing in there! Are you still OK, Brian?" Said somebody. Maybe it was me asking? After a minute, Chris began slowly fucking in and out of Brian's ass. We could all see Brian's anal ring cling to Brian's cock every time he pulled out; each aggressive plunge back in caused Brian to buck and Chris to grunt. I'd only seen someone have the cum fucked out of them once before, but here came Brian's orgasm, caused by Chris's skillful fucking and evident hard, driving impact against Brian's prostate. Rope after rope of white semen spurted out of Brian penis, landing on his own stomach and chest. Five. Six. Seven. Dribble. Eight. Dribble. Stream. Dribble. Gasp. Moan. Chris could feel Brian clenching his rectum around his deeply buried dick, squeezing him like a fist. This triggered Chris's own orgasm; about the time Brian dribbled the last drop of semen, Chris launched the first of many jets of his own sperm deep inside Brian. Deeper than anyone had ever spewed. Probably more cum than had ever been deposited in there as well. We all knew we'd just seen something spectacular. Both of their faces reflected the awesome release we'd just witnessed. Both started lurching and spasming the end of their respective orgasms while we watched in awe. FC broke our reverie, "Neil, I hope you and Tristan are ready to go... it's time to move forward and collect some lube for your penetration of young Tristan. Without answering, Neil made eye contact with Tristan and they smiled at each other. They untangled and moved off of the love seat. Both were rampantly erect and more than ready for their coupling. As Chris began pulling his thick, still-hard fuck stick out of Brian, Neil bent down to collect a handful of Chris's white, frothy cum as it burbled out of Brian's well-fucked asshole. Once Neil had enough to lubricate his penetration of Tristan, Chris took one towel and handed Brian another to clean themselves up. They fell into the love set that Neil and Tristan had just vacated. I noticed with interest that Chris and Brian were both still rampantly erect. It was going to be quite a day! Neil's fuck of Tristan was everything I'd imagined it would be. Watching their brown, lithe bodies maneuver on the cushion was awesome. They began with Neil lying on his back holding his throbbing penis straight up; Tristan squatted down on the very tip of his father's rampant cock. Before lowering himself down, however, he dipped a couple of fingers into the puddle of sperm in his dad's hand and ran a good amount in and around his own anus. Then he dipped a bit more and spread it around the tip of his father's cock. After Tristan lowered himself down to take about an inch of his father's cock, Neil brought his spermy fist to lube the rest of his shaft before it disappeared up into his son. Tristan plunged all the way down in one swift movement and they both froze. The look of awe and wonder spread across both of their faces. The next part of their spectacular fuck was mostly Tristan holding his own testicles up so we could all watch him rise and fall on his father's thick, wet penis. All the way up and in. Pause. Almost all the way off, Neil's dick glistening wet from Chris's sperm. While Tristan rose and fell, Neil spread the remaining semen down around his tightly-contracted nut-sack and chod, casually running a cum-soaked finger in and out of his own hole while Tristan pleasured himself on his father's dick. They fucked for a few minutes like that, Tristan taking the measure of his father's thick penis. Then without pulling out, they maneuvered so that Tristan was on now his side on the cushion, one leg up by his chest, the other straight down. They stared into each other's eyes as Tristan let his dad have his way with his young body. Neil now `drove the train,' vigorously fucking in and out of Tristan's ass while dragging his balls up and down his son's inner thigh with each stroke. It was awesome to watch Neil use his heavy balls to enhance this fuck by squishing them hard against Tristan's each time he jammed his dick all the way in. Both were nearing their climax when Neil pushed his son over the edge by pinching and twisting one of his son's hard, leathery nipples- - something Tristan told me he often used to trigger his own orgasm. He moaned while Neil then grabbed and stroked his son's rock-hard penis, pumping jet after jet of hot semen spewing out onto the cushion; some running off the edge onto the floor. After Tristan finished gushing, Neil pushed all the way in and unloaded his own sperm deep in Tristan's guts. When he was finished moaning and groaning out his own seed, he collapsed down onto his son and held his gaze, face-to-face in the afterglow of this impressive fuck. Obviously a very special moment for this father and son. It was our turn next... I was in a lustful blur and don't remember the preliminaries, if indeed there were any. I know I'd been anticipating Marty fucking me for weeks; finding out that this special ritual was the culmination of bate camp at first was scary and intimidating. Then, thinking about it while observing Marty's impressive body and cock in action in the days and weeks leading up to camp, I began to eagerly anticipate our coupling. Even though Massey was the first man ever in my ass earlier in the week, it didn't matter... this coupling was huge for me; I only hoped it was for Marty as well. I could sense as my step-dad stepped forward and collected Neil's semen from Tristan's leaking hole, that Marty was also eager to show me how much he'd been thinking about this as well. I glanced over at Brian- - incidentally still hard- - and saw a smile on his face that said `I know what you're about to experience; it meant the world to me when he did me; I know it'll make a difference for you as well.' I took it all in and gladly lay back on the padded table, waiting for Marty to work his hard cock into me. He didn't need to, but Marty leaned down and sucked my penis deep into his mouth before he turned to the business of fucking me. I know he tasted my salty, free-flowing pre-cum- - maybe that's why he did it- - I know he relished the taste of man-nectar as much as I did and do. In any case, he clearly wanted this to be pleasurable for me; I appreciated his gentleness at that moment, and for the first time, knew him as my own father. I never again referred to him as my step-father after that day. He pulled up off my penis before I came and stood, eager to begin our bout. My cock splatted down against my stomach and started drooling pre-cum all over my torso; I brought my legs up and held them wide apart, inviting his penis into my ass while the others watched. He knew he wasn't the first man to enter me, but it didn't matter any more to him than it did to me; this was going to be one special fuck! And it was indeed! I don't remember many details; I just know I heard voices of the other guys egging us on as he lubed up with Neil's cum and worked his way into me; I remember his grunting and pushing and moaning and groaning to get in and later as he drove us both to climax. I remember him gnawing on my nipples and breathing heavily against my neck. I remember him gripping my butt cheeks as he drove in and out of my ass. I vaguely remember wrapping my legs up around him and locking my ankles behind his back. But it was all just a giant, lust-filled blur to me. I vaguely remember losing control and sperm coursing through me and out of my penis... I didn't know and didn't care where it shot. About the time I came back to earth, I felt Marty drive into me and freeze, howling and growling like a mad man. At that moment, I remember feeling Marty's hot sperm shooting deep in my ass and knew that when he spewed it out, it was a father driving his `new' son to manhood with all his vigor and energy. Just like he'd done with his first son, Brian. Somehow it wasn't just a bond between Marty and me, but also a special bond between brothers as well. As I came to my senses, I became aware that someone was licking my hole... it was FC kneeling between my legs with his cupped hand down between my butt-cheeks; his tongue lapping at my dripping anus! Not only was he collecting Marty's sperm in his hand, he was also tasting some as it ran out. As I looked around while he slurped away, it was apparent that the other guys appreciated Marty's gentle fuck of his `new' son and the unique bonding it represented; it apparently especially excited FC, as he was greedily eating Marty's seed as it leaked out as much as he was catching it for his upcoming penetration of Sid. The other four were now heavily working each other's penises getting ready for another cum if not another fuck! I'm sure it was driving them crazy watching FC sucking on my ass, too! Pulling away from my wide-spread ass and standing up between my legs, FC announced, "That, gentlemen, was what this ritual is all about! Congratulations to both you, Marty, and you too, young Wilson... that was truly one spectacular fuck; I think you'll both remember for years to come! Now it's our turn, Sidney. I think we'll change it up just a bit; let's demonstrate a standing entry for the crowd; what say you, young man? Sid stood there beside FC and gave him a `deer-in-the-headlights' look; I think he was mostly interested in getting fucked and probably could care less how FC wanted to make that happen, just so that he got what was coming to him! FC led him to the front window with his penis bouncing and bobbing as he walked; he then had Sid put his hands on the sill, facing out with his white, round butt cheeks facing us. Still holding Marty's seed in one hand, FC knelt behind Sid and pushed his face right up into his `son's' ass crack. Sid clearly had never been treated to this kind of thorough tongue-lashing that FC was administering to this tight little virgin hole. He squirmed and moaned and thrust his ass back against FC's merciless attack. FC carefully held Marty's semen hand off to the side, but used his other to begin working on Sid's hole, one finger at a time. First, he dipped his pointer into the semen puddle in his palm, then carefully ran it up, in and all around Sid's anus. Next, two fingers went into the puddle; back into Sid's hole until both had stretched him open enough to comfortably hold the two deep within; then the same with three. When FC felt Sid was opened up sufficiently- - and was worked up to a strong, lustful frenzy- - FC stood up, applied the rest of Marty's seed to his throbbing, rampant cock, and with a stroke or two to get it to max hardness, brought the nose up to and slightly inside Sid's loosened anus. Sid could barely contain himself... he pushed back against FC's penis while wildly stroking his own cock in front. FC reached around with his still-spermy hand and cupped Sid's fat, jiggling balls squeezing and kneading them while Sid stroked. At one point, the two of them stumbled slightly and Sid grabbed the window sill. FC grabbed him by the hips and completed his penetration by steadying him while he slid all the way in. Sid moaned and groaned and pushed back, wanting even more cock it seems than FC could push into him. He began wildly bucking against FC's attack with a frenzy that showed just how worked up young Sidney was... I guess going last got him pretty excited and all he wanted to do was fuck, fuck, fuck! And fuck, fuck, fuck he did!! FC vigorously worked away at his ass while Sid's rampant cock bobbed up and down with each stroke. FC hung on; even reaching around to grip Sid's throbbing penis in front. Soon that thick, hot organ was shooting sperm all over the window and sill, dripping down the wall to puddle on the floor. FC redoubled his fucking movements once Sid finished cumming. With no need to `collect' sperm in Sid's anus for the next pairing, FC pulled out just as he started his own climax and spewed two stripes of jizz up onto his butt and lower back. Immediately sticking his rampant cock back inside, it was clear that he ejected the rest of his copious load deep inside our young friend. What a scene! FC still buried deep inside Sid while Sid gripped the sides of the window frame, sperm dripping from his bobbing cock. FC reached around his `son' and captured a string of young cum on his finger. Bringing it up to Sid's lips, he pushed it in, giving the camper a taste of his own sperm. He caught the next drool as well and brought it to his own lips, sampling the warm nectar himself. As they recovered somewhat, someone thought to bring them some towels. "Too late," said FC... "I think we've ruined the wallpaper!"