Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2018 17:04:30 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Chapter 4 This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It'll probably end up at about 20 chapters, even though I've only written 7 so far. I cum multiple times while writing each chapter, so the pages are probably a little sticky. 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. "Wilson Goes to Camp," Chapter 4- Caught About two weeks after my interview with Mr. Cooper, the principal announced over the school's intercom that everyone had to leave the building due to a malfunctioning fire alarm system. I guess the fire marshal wouldn't let us occupy the building unless the alarm system was fully functional, so Woo Hoo! Most of us hoped that it would take days to fix, but at least we had the afternoon off—we couldn't even use the gym or showers or anything, so all sports and after-school activities were canceled as well. I headed home hoping I'd be able to get a head start on my homework. I knew that Marty was still at work and that Brian was probably out with friends or looking for another part-time job—he had graduated the year before and was recently let go from his job at the grocery store due to some downsizing and hiring of some of the manager's family at the store. It didn't matter too much to Brian, as he was just about to quit anyway in preparation for our summer in England. In any case, I expected that since my sister was still in school, it'd just be Mom and me hanging around the house all afternoon. It was a beautiful late spring day and when I approached the back of the house, the door and windows were all wide open. That was pretty common on nicer days, as my whole family loved the outdoors and took every opportunity to invite the fresh air into the house. I pulled open the screen door and was about to announce my presence when I heard mom talking with someone—I guessed it was on the phone as I only heard her voice. It sounded like she was in the living room so I quietly crept through the kitchen, hoping to wave to her before heading to my room. However, as I crept closer, I was fairly surprised to hear her say, "...I know it's only a remote chance, but won't that be a problem for Wilson if Brian gets assigned as his counselor..." After a pause, "...I know that they've been masturbating together, but how will Wilson react when he sees Brian beating off with other boys in the cabin?" WHAT?? Mom knew about me going to bate camp? AND she knew that Brian was going to be a counselor? AND she knew Brian and I were masturbating together? And most of all she and Marty had been sharing ALL OF THIS!! WHOA!!! While I was trying to wrap my head around that thought, she continued, "... and how will that work if you show up on `dad Friday' or whatever you call it and Brian wants to go with you and Wilson and whoever off into the woods?" MY GOD... She also knew about the first Friday when we were to pair up with another camper and his dad and go off into the woods! Did she also know about the `grand finale' fuck session on the last night?!? As if reading my mind, she asked, "OK, I get that part, but the last night could also be a problem... have you thought about how both you AND Brian are going to get to do him on the last night?" SHE KNEW IT ALL—AND BOTH BRIAN AND MARTY WANTED TO FUCK ME ON THE LAST NIGHT!! She then said, "Well, I know you know what you're doing; I just hope Wilson is prepared to handle all these potential pitfalls and that you're willing to cover all these issues with him before you get to camp... what time do you think you'll be home for dinner? You know Susie and I have Girl Scouts tonight and I don't want to be late again." Then, a moment later, "OK. That'll work. I need to get supper started soon; don't be late!" Although stunned, I was somehow able to creep FAST back across the kitchen and out into the backyard without making a sound. Reversing course once I was 10 yards from the door, I started whistling and making racket as I approached the back door, as if for the first time. "Mom, I'm home," I announced as I pulled open the screen door. "Hi, sweetie," she replied, giving me a peck on the cheek. "Why so early? School's not out for another two hours... and why are you so flushed? It's a beautiful day and you look like it's 100 degrees out there!" I was tempted to say "I just found out you know that Brian and I BEAT OFF TOGETHER, that I'm going to BATE CAMP this summer and that BOTH my step-dad and step-brother WANT TO FUCK ME, I thought to myself." Instead of blurting all that out, I made up some shit about running most of the way home and that made me all hot; I also explained all about the fire alarms at school and headed for my room to contemplate this stunning turn of events. Conversations with Marty and Brian were going to be very interesting tonight! As a side note, I thought it very revealing that when I got to my room I discovered that my dick was as hard as blue steel! Before long, Brian came home. I heard him talking with Mom in the front room and got ready for our [probably] heated conversation. He came into our room and I immediately got on my high horse and started in with my questions. "Did you know that Mom knows..." was all I got out before I noticed Brian's friend, Kurt, following him into our room. Holy shit! I almost blurted out the words `BATE CAMP'! That would've been hard to explain to Kurt, so I was very glad I'd caught myself in time. Brian replied, "did I know Mom knows what?" "Nothing," I replied, "...I'll talk to you later." Kurt picked up right away on my attitude and that I was pissed about something. "Don't stop on my account," piped up Kurt, "I like to see a good fight." "What's got you all p.o.'d, bro?? Noting my hesitancy, he added, "You can tell me... Kurt and I are best friends and I trust him not to blab. What's on your mind"? "I heard mom on the phone talking to dad about this summer and somehow she's found out about all our—you know---our summer plans," I hissed through my teeth. "But we can talk about that later after Kurt leaves." "You mean about all 3 of us going to bate camp? Yeah, Dad told me that he told mom." I stared dumbfounded at Brian. All this was happening too fast. Was he really talking about bate camp with Kurt standing tight there? When did Brian find out that Marty had told mom? When was he going to tell me all this? Brian continued, "Not only mom, but Kurt knows all about bate camp, little brother. In fact, his dad is applying to get Kurt's little brother in next summer." After a short pause, that was all I needed to unleash my torrent of questions. "Did you know that Mom knows details about what goes on there? Does she know that we're all going? Does she know that you and Marty both went there before she met dad?" I couldn't believe Kurt didn't look surprised at any of my questions, so I continued. "Does Kurt know all about everything that happens at bate camp?" Brian just grinned and Kurt answered for himself "yeah, I know guys go there and stay naked for a couple of weeks, jack off all the time, and go to classes... I even know that some guys let their dads fuck `em on the last day... is that what you wanted to know?" Even more stunned, I blurted out, "Does Kurt know Marty fucked you on the last night there? Does mom know that, too?" Brian just kept grinning and I had my answer. Stunned silence! I brushed past Brian and Kurt and headed for the bathroom. After cooling off for a few minutes—and taking a healthy piss—I returned to our room. Kurt had gone and Brian was laying on his bed. I went in and shut the door. As I plopped down on my bed, Brian said, "I'm sorry all this caught you by surprise, Wilson, but I only found out that mom knew about camp last week. Dad asked me not to tell you yet—I think he wanted to tell you himself but I don't know when that was gonna happen." "Did dad say why he decided to tell her?" I asked. "Actually he said he had no choice... I guess she went to use the computer and he'd accidently left a page open that told all about the camp. She put two and two together about this summer in England and forced him to tell her the whole thing." "She figured all that out just from the dates and the name of the camp?" I asked, incredulously. "No. She didn't just glance over the stuff... I guess she explored the whole site and found out what camp was all about, all the scheduled classes and activities and—most damning—all three of our names enrolled as dad, counselor and camper. There wasn't much she didn't know by the time she confronted him." "Did you know about this web site? Has dad ever showed it to you?" "No, but he said he'd show it to me so I'd know how she found out." "Let's ask him to show both of us when he gets home." "Sounds like a plan, little bro." Dinner was a bit weird with Brian and me furtively glancing at each other as we passed the potatoes and salad around. I could tell Mom seemed oblivious to our discomfort and kept blabbing about work, school, and such. My bratty little sister—who hated vegetables—wouldn't shut up and took a lot of mom's focus, too, so our surreptitious looks went unnoticed except to Marty. He noticed our underlying tension and came into our room after dinner while we were doing homework. "OK, guys... what's up?" he asked. "Shut the door, dad... Wilson's got some questions that I couldn't answer," volunteered Brian. "Fire away... I'm all ears," said Marty, shutting the door. It's now or never, I thought. Here goes. "I overheard Mom talking to you on the phone today... it sounds like she knows just about everything about camp this summer, hunh?" Playing the tapes back in his head from his afternoon conversation with mom, he slumped down on Brian's bed and said, simply, "Oh crap... I was hoping to come clean and tell you about that sometime this weekend when it was just us guys... I guess now's as good a time as any. What do you already know?" "From hearing her half of the conversation, it's obvious she knows we're all three going to bate camp this summer; that Brian and I jack off together; that she knows all the classes and activities that go on at camp, including the two `dad days' and the fucking that goes on the last night—she even knows that you and Brian both plan to fuck me—even though I didn't even know that!" I was getting hot and bothered all over again. "And on top of all that—and maybe the most upsetting of all is that she's sort of ok with all this... how did she find out all this stuff?" Before Marty could answer, Brian interjected, "I told Wilson what you said about your leaving the bate camp web page open on the computer and mom finding out all the camp details there, so you don't need to cover that part again... I think what we don't get is how she knows we jack off and other stuff—like how did she know both you and I want to fuck him on the last night? Did you tell her that? ... and how is it that she's not pissed about that; I'd have thought she'd freak out and stop us from going to England this summer if it bothered her at all." "Yeah," I piled on, "We've all talked some about opening up my butthole for bate camp, but have you two talked to each other about BOTH fucking me on the last night? When were you going to tell me? And when exactly did mom find out about all this?" Holding up his hands in surrender, Marty said, "OK you guys... I guess it's time I told you the whole story... and I'll show you the website so you know where she got most of her information, but we can't do that until she and your sister are out of the house. Can we wait until they go to Girl Scouts in about an hour?" Brian and I agreed we could wait a little longer if we could get the whole story. Boy was I surprised that I only knew the half of it!