Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 22:00:53 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 2 ---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 - Dare ---------------------------------------------------------- It took me a moment, maybe two, before the whole of that sentence impacted on me. I began giggling like a schoolboy, and they followed suit. "Alright, alright!" I finally said, "But on one condition. One of you has to peep into the cinema hut and find out how far along in the movie they are, just to make sure nobody's going to drop in on us!" "Deal!" Callum piped up. "Have you got a torch?" It was about 10.30 at night and the only light on our street wasn't working, so I rooted around in my bag for my torch and gave it to him. He smiled his thanks, opened the door and sprinted off. He returned a few moments later, slightly out of breath and rubbing his barked ankle. "They're only about halfway through the movie. We're not about to get rumbled." I sighed in relief and stood up, my stomach still doing flip-flops. "Let's go then!" The boys went in front of me, opened Ian and Ginger Toms door and stood expectantly at the foot of the bunk bed. "Right!" I said, rubbing my hands together. "Which one's Ian's?" "Top!" Callum piped up. I became acutely aware that the three of them were flicking at their crotches, obviously wound up at the thought of seeing me naked. So I decided to give them a little show. I turned around, and began to slowly pull down my shorts, slowly revealing my Saltire boxers to the assembled masses. I faced them, and they were mesmerised. Their mouths were slightly open, their eyes fixed on my crotch to the exclusion of everything else, their hands stroking their crotches. I had seen that look many times before. It usually meant that a person was putty in my hands. All the more fun for me. But first... In a single, fluid movement, I freed my bouncing 7.5 inched ginger pubed-cock from it's confines. Grinning like a madman, I began to ascend the rickety ladder, giving the boys a lovely view of my ass, and positioned myself across Ian's bed. "How long do you want me up here for?" I asked the boys, to at least pretend like this was a normal dare. Kyle shook his head, snapping himself out of the trance. "How does 5 minutes sound?" I screwed up my nose. "5 minutes is far too long!" I giggled. "How does a minute sound?" "That's a bunch of crap!" Calum piped up, "Two minutes." "Yeah!" Kyle and Craig agreed. I sighed exasperatedly. "Oh alright!" "And you have to rub your dick on his pillow!" Craig asserted, giggling even louder than before. I smiled a little, not only at my little horn dogs, but at the fact I now had a (vaguely) legitimate reason to get back at a homophobic wankstain. So I agreed, skinned my foreskin back and rubbed a generous amount of precum on Ian's pillow. The boys gasped at the stain that was appearing on the pillowcase. I looked at them and smiled some reassurance. "Don't worry. He drools in his sleep. And it should dry by the time he gets back." They relaxed a little, and resumed fiddling with themselves. After the allotted two minutes had passed, I came down back off the bed, and the precum had already begun to dry. Feeling a little paranoid, I flipped the pillow over, before turning to the boys. Maybe it was the looks on their faces, maybe it was the smell of barely-pubescent boy sweat in the air, maybe it was the fact I was naked in front of three wonderful little boys, but a wonderfully dirty dare came into my mind that I would never have considered before. "Guys!" I said, casually scratching my balls. "I dare you to get naked and play with each other outside the cabin!" The silence after I said those words was crushing, and just a little bit awkward, until Craig broke it. "That actually sounds like fun!" "Now hold up." Callum interjected, "Won't we be seen by other camp groups? I mean, that asshole Scout troop is literally a stones throw away! They would rat us out in half a second!" (As a little bit of context for the uninitiated, despite several defectors from both sides, there is absolutely no love lost between the Boy Scouts and the Boys Brigade, in Scotland at least!) "They're good little boys, though." Kyle added (he's one of the defectors), "They'll all be in bed by now, even the Scoutmasters! Either that, or they'll be too preoccupied fucking each other to notice anything outside!" The irony was completely lost on everyone but me. I really wanted to ask Kyle to elaborate on that last little comment, but I decided to hold off until we're alone. "You guys in then?" I asked, after we had finished with the digs at the rival youth group. "Yes!" they all shouted enthusiastically. I glanced down quickly at my watch, and nodded. "This'll have to be the last dare, lads. The movie'll be finishing soon!" The boys nodded, then began stripping off. Their clothes ended up in a little pile by the door, and, after I had turned off the lights, we trooped outside. It was a warm night, so nobody shivered as we padded over behind the cabin into the bushes. Only after we had found a spot that was completely and utterly dark, and our eyes had adjusted, did the boys begin to play. They grabbed each others cocks without preamble and began to pull back and forward. Despite what Kyle had said earlier, they had obviously done this before. The three of them were standing in a circle, each playing with the guy on their right, while I stood like a spare part, playing with myself through my shorts, desperately wanting to suckle on those wonderful poles to get at their wonderful nectar. I moaned a little at the spectacle in front of me, and the possibilities that abounded. Callum looked up from Kyles dick, his eyes slightly glazed, and frowned. "You think we should let Grant join in?" Kyle looked up at me, saw me pawing at my crotch, and turned to Craig, who was doing the same. In unison, they nodded. I needed absolutely no second prompting. I dropped my pants to my ankles and presented my dick to the circle. In no time, Kyle had begun to fist my rock hard dick, so I looked down at Craig's neglected appendage, grabbed it gently between my thumb and forefinger, and began to wank him slowly, carefully, deliberately. I could smell the sweat coming off all of them, and by their heavy nose breathing, they were appreciating my odour too. Craig's cock began to quiver, his ass began to clench, and I could tell he was trying to hold back his moans of joy. Kyle's face looked redder than normal in the half-light, and his movements on my cock had become slightly irregular, but Callum had everyone beat in the almost-cumming faces. His tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, and his heavy, sharp breathing made him look and sound like a dog-boy. I giggled slightly under my heavy breathing. At the moment we were all teetering on the edge of oblivion, a deafening bang resonated in all our eardrums. In a flash of neurons, we all recognised it for what it was. "Get down!" I hissed. They changed from "caught in the headlights" to downright terrified and squatted down instantly, attempting to blend in to the foliage. None of them seemed to notice that my balls were against the scrub of the bush, as they were all trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. A flash of light from the nearest Scout hut answered that question. We all turned to observe two young boys leaving the hut, looking around extremely guiltily before padding off to a cluster of bushes very close to us. The four of us collectively held our breaths as we waited to see what would happen. As we watched, the smaller of the two began to whisper to the bigger one. "I've missed you so much, Alec." "I've missed you too, wee man." Alec, formally the taller one, whispered back. Alec placed his hand on the little ones shoulder, and they brought their lips together into a passionate, slobbery kiss. Judging by the timbre of their voices and their heights, there had to be at least three or four years between them. All the more intriguing. I snuck a glance at the boys, and sure enough, they were as transfixed as I was, and their cocks were pulsing along with their heartbeats, almost in time. I licked my lips a little, then turned back to the show. As we watched, their kissing became ever more impassioned, and their hands, once static, began to roam freely along the others back and ass. Alec grabbed the little ones behind and squeezed hard. The wee one moaned loudly into his mouth, and he slapped his behind and pulled away. "Shut up!" he whispered. "Someone could hear us!" Little did he know. "Sorry Alec." he whispered back, kissing his cheek. The little one placed his left hand on Alec's chest, and his right on his crotch, where he hooked the waistband of his shorts under his low hanging balls. A nice bush of pubes and hard 6 inch veiny cock revealed itself to our hungry eyes. We saw it for a moment, only for a moment, before it disappeared into the little one's distended mouth. His eyes rolled back and a little gasp escaped from his lips. As much as I was enjoying the show, I couldn't help but feel that we were intruding on a really private moment, so, despite my cock begging me to continue watching, I gently persuaded the boys to leave them be and go back to the cabin. I could tell they were less than happy, but, as they were getting their clothes back on in the cabin, I explained my logic to them and they understood. Kyle even commented that he recognised them, and that the little one was called Michael. "Everyone always suspected something was going on between the two of them, but nobody could prove it. Good for them!" As soon as the three of them were dressed, Kyle and Craig fist-bumped Callum and I and left for their cabin to await the arrival of the others, acting as if we had spent the last hour and a half playing cards, which bode very well for their discretion about the real events of tonight. Callum smiled at me as the door slammed. "That was fun, wasn't it?" he commented, still pawing at his crotch absent-mindedly. "Yep!" I enthused, joining him in his crotch-pawing. "It's a shame we didn't get to finish though." He smiled a little. "I guarantee you Craig and Kyle will finish each other off later on!" Looking away, his face began to colour as his voice became less confident. "H..How about w...w..." His discomfort was obvious to me, so I lessoned his effort. "You want to fool around some more?" I said. His face went beet red and he nodded. I suddenly heard the squeals of Owen and Ryan coming from the path and turned to the door. Callum jumped a little, his hand flying away from his crotch. "After everyone has gone to bed, mate." I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder, "I'll wake you up and we can go to a place I noticed as we were coming in, okay little buddy?" He giggled a little. "Okay." I withdrew my hand sharpish and sat on my bed as the door opened to reveal our room-mates. Wee Tom got through the door first, his baggy clothes bouncing around on his broad frame. "What did you guys do all evening?" he asked, pulling his shoes off before trust-falling on the bed. "We just played cards and chatted." I answered. "Yeah, 'chatted'", Ian laughed, using his fingers for emphasis. My face wanted to colour, but I forced it back and ignored him. "I'm going to get changed." I asserted, a little more forcefully than I meant to. "Me too." Wee Tom and Callum said, one after the other. There was no real changing room, both toilets were cramped beyond comfortable movement, and we had been getting changed in front of each other for years, so everyone just turned their eyes to the wall and began to put their pyjamas on. I desperately wanted to see some of what my other room-mates were packing, but I was scared that they would notice me staring. Little did I know, one particular someone was overtly staring at my ass when I pulled up my trousers and accidentally tip-slipped out the leg of my boxers. I noticed this and quickly pulled up my trousers, pulling out the covers on the bed and snuggling down. As everyone else did, instead of going to sleep, we either played on our phones, listened to music with our headphones in, or read books by torchlight, you know, anything but sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 2 Any comments/constructive criticism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Check out my other stories at: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#niceguy Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html