Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2021 10:03:43 +0100
From: Jax Harding <JaxHarding@mail.com>
Subject: Campground Buttboy, part 1

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Campground Buttboy 1
By Jax Harding


"Shhhh . . ." Bobby whispered, a finger in front of his lips, and gestured
for me to look around the corner.

Bobby and I had been great buds since we met two summers ago. Our families
spent several weeks at the same beach campground every summer, and his
parents somehow got the same campsite each year, so it was never a problem
to find him. I always ran off to hunt him down, first thing, right away
when I got there.

I did what Bobby said and quietly stepped in front of him so I could peek
around the edge of the doorway leading from the toilets and into the shower
side of the campground bathrooms we'd just ridden our bikes to. This shower
building sat neat the edge of the campground property, with a big area of
unused space surrounding it. It was pretty far from the beach, in the
section where trees blocked the sun, and I'd never used it. Most of the
campsites nearby were empty, probably because the sites closer to the beach
were more popular. Only one of the five showers that stretched along the
wall opposite us was running, its curtain closed, but the communal area in
front of the showers wasn't empty. Bobby's older brother Ryan was there
with two much older men. A bright blue towel was draped around his slim
waist. That and a pair of flip flops was the only thing he had on.

"Let me see, too," Bobby said quietly and pushed me to the side enough for
him to peer around the corner with me. It was darker where we stood because
one of the overhead lights had gone out. No light came in from the windows
that ran around the top of the building because it was pretty late,
probably close to midnight. The light was brighter over near the showers
because most of the lights still worked there.

The two men standing near Ryan both sported wedding rings and made Ryan's
fifteen-year old body look small, even though he had more muscles than boys
several years older. The younger of the two men looked to be in his late
thirties and was tall and athletic and had a spattering of hair across his
broad chest. He was balding somewhat, but looked very athletic and sexy to
my thirteen year old eyes.  His jaw was square and covered with dark brown
stubble. The other, shorter man had a full head of dark gray hair with some
white speckled through it. He was clean shaven, and plumper and smoother
than the younger man, with a slightly rounded stomach, and looked to be
close to fifty. They both had on towels and flip flops, just like Ryan. The
younger, more muscular man was dry, but the older man was still wet from
his shower, with water running from his face and dripping off his rounded
pecs. The towel he held in place was also wet and hugged his lower body,
pulling tight across his butt and making a bulge in the front.

As we watched, Ryan smiled up at the two men and let his hand fall over his
flat stomach. I could see the sparse little trail of light brown hair that
disappeared beneath his towel. Both men watched Ryan's hand as it made
tickling motions over his abs.

"What are they saying?" I said loud enough to annoy Bobby.

"Be quiet or we'll be in trouble," Bobby shushed me.

Ryan moved away from the two men and stood in front of the last shower
stall at the far end of the room, right in front of the open curtain. The
two men stepped forward, leaning in. They were smiling and nodding, but the
broad shoulders of the tall man were tense. Even though I could hear their
hushed voices, I couldn't understand the words. The shorter, older man was
standing very close to Ryan now, and reached out to put a big hand on
Ryan's shoulder. Only a few inches taller than Ryan, he was quite a few
more inches shorter than the big man beside him.

The sound of running water suddenly stopped.

"Dad, I'm done." a boy's voice called out, startling Bobby and me. Both men
stepped quickly away from Ryan, and the tall man moved to the shower with
the closed curtain.

"Dry off and get dressed," the tall man said with a commanding
voice. "Hurry up so I can get my shower."

"Yep, coming," was the quick response.

The two men looked at each other, their eyes locking. Ryan looked from one
to the other, waiting.

The tall man let his shoulders sag and gripped the bar holding the closed
shower's curtain with one hand, the other on the tiled wall between shower
stalls. As he leaned his weight forward, his biceps bulged.

"I'm gonna take a good long shower," he said to his son, moving both hands
to the metal bar and squeezing it tightly, tension rippling down his
forearms and across the muscles of his wide back. His head fell forward
between his raised arms and he closed his eyes tightly, taking deep
breaths.

The older man stepped closer to Ryan then. The sudden movement drew the big
man's attention, and he straightened himself to his full height, releasing
the metal bar. As he made a step toward Ryan and the older man, the closed
curtain opened and a very blond boy appeared. He was eight or maybe nine,
and the shorts he had on were wet, as though he hadn't done a very good job
drying himself off before putting them on. His hair had been toweled
quickly and stood up in places.

"Get your stuff and go on back," the tall man said sternly, patting his
son's hair down.

As the boy grabbed his little bucket of shower stuffs, Ryan turned his back
to the men, the bright blue towel slipping from his hips and falling to the
floor. His rounded teen butt was on full display, each untanned globe
dazzling in white, bubbled perfection.

"Just . . . uh . . . ," the tall father stammered, his attention on Ryan's
muscled ass and back. "Tell your mom I'll be back soon," he said with a
gulp. His eyes never left Ryan's backside as he gave his son a little push
to send him toward the shower exit.

"Okie," the kid said and scampered off past Bobby and me, paying us no
attention at all.

Ryan bent slowly to pick up his towel, the perfectly plump globes of his
butt cheeks separating to flash his smooth pink hole at the salivating
men. He wrapped the towel around his waist slowly, adjusting it several
times. Each movement of the bright blue towel dove beneath the tan line
running low across his back, several inches of his hairless crack on
display each time. With a final big adjustment, Ryan let the towel fall
below his flawless cheeks and stood up on his tiptoes, as if
stretching. Mounds of teen ass clenched together, then relaxed into perfect
bubbly roundness as the men stood rapt. They didn't appear to be
breathing. With a final quick tug, Ryan covered his spectacular boy butt
and tied off the towel, looking over his shoulder to glance slowly from one
man to the other. A wicked grin spread over his face and he disappeared
into the shower stall.

The tall man exhaled loudly and then moved aggressively to the older
man. They spoke quietly, the older man nodding his head and smiling. Then a
frown spread over the older man's face and he shook his head. The two men
made gestures and spoke quickly. The tall man became more animated and
pointed at himself, then away, as if gesturing to something outside the
shower building. He loomed over the shorter, older man, who stepped
back. After a few more heated whispers and what looked to be pleading from
the shorter man, the tall man relaxed his powerful frame and stepped
back. The older man sagged a little, as if in relief, and looked toward the
inside of Ryan's shower as the water was turned on. With a final nod at the
bigger man, he stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. A few
seconds later Ryan's bright blue towel was thrown over the top of the
curtain rod.

"Told you," Bobby whispered.

"No way," I whispered back, still not believing what Bobby had told me
earlier.

"Oh yea, he's into the butt stuffing."

I had just learned what butt stuffing meant. Not from doing it myself, but
from Bobby, who was different this summer. Everything he was interested in
or talked about was explicitly sexual. And he knew a lot. He'd never been
bashful, so he was more than willing to talk about it with me constantly -
and I had lots of questions. I'd been jacking off for over a year, and I'd
learned some things on my own, but it was nothing like all the nasty stuff
Bobby told me. It was hot as hell for us to talk about all the things our
parents didn't want us to know. For the past week, I'd been lying in his
tent at night listening as he explained how boys licked girls' pussies,
fucked them, got their dicks sucked, and then how they sometimes stuffed
the girls' asses with their dicks. All those conversations ended with us
pulling out our small dicks and using lotion to stroke them until we shot
cum all over our stomachs.

Then, a couple nights ago, when we were doing our usual jack off routine,
Bobby brought up how a lot of boys do the same things with other boys,
including the whole butt stuffing thing. I questioned him, but only a
little, and he let it go. When he brought it up again earlier tonight, I'd
had time to think about it. The way I'd felt initially, what I'd considered
to be wrong, had quickly turned into something exciting, something hotter
than hell, something to be looked for and explored. So I pressed for as
much description as Bobby would give me.

"All boys do it," Bobby had insisted. "At least that's what Ryan says,"
he'd continued when I didn't respond.

"Ryan does it?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeppers," he swore.

Images of teen jock Ryan sticking his dick up another boy's butt filled my
mind. My lotion-covered dick was the hardest it'd ever been, almost
painful. When Bobby explained that Ryan was the one getting his butt
stuffed and not the other way around, I exploded all over myself. Not long
after that, when I demanded to know how Bobby knew that about Ryan, Bobby
refused to explain.

"Just follow me," he said. "But you gotta fuckin be quiet."

We hopped on our bikes and snuck away to the deserted showers where we now
stood, hiding around a dark corner and leering at two grown, married men
getting ready to violate the glorious backside of the more-than-willing
teen stud who'd just shamelessly flashed his fifteen-year-old jock ass to
seduce them.

"Yep, he looooves it," Bobby said again with a chuckle. "A looooot."

The tall man stalked away from the closed shower and back several
times. His flip flops made loud slaps on the tile floor and he kept
adjusting the towel around his waist. I could see the outline of his meat
as he pulled the towel tight. It pointed down, but pushed his towel
forward, making a rounded tent in the front. It looked impossibly big
through the cloth. After all the things Bobby had told me about boy sex,
seeing the outline of the big man's impressive meat made me feel queasy and
I felt my stomach clench.

"Ahhhh . . ."

The sound from the shower was barely audible over the running water, but it
made the big man stop in his tracks. He adjusted his towel again. The tent
in the front looked even bigger as he resumed his pacing. With each pass,
his upper body became more tense until I could see sweat droplets
glistening through the hair on his pecs and across the tops of his
shoulders. I thought I could feel the sexual heat radiating from him even
from across the room.

"Ohhhh . . ."

The soft moan was drawn out and more intense this time, conveying a hint of
pain.

The tall man halted again, closing his eyes and clenching his fists. His
sweaty, muscular chest rose and fell as he drew deep breaths between
clenched teeth. He stood there for several minutes, breathing deeply, as
the sound of running water and the occasional soft grunt filled the
room. After a final deep breath, the man turned tensely to the shower as if
to pace again. A few seconds later he turned away, a frown on his face. He
shrugged his glistening shoulders up and down and moved his head from side
to side until the frown went away, but when he turned to move to the shower
again the frown reappeared.  The sporadic grunts, some clearly made in
pleasure and others that sounded like pain, became gradually louder.

As if struggling with some inner decision, the man faced the shower and
turned away several times, repeating the shrugs and deep breaths, before
abruptly lowering his shoulders, forcing the air from his lungs, and
striding with big steps to the shower. When he slipped the curtain aside
enough to peek inside, his mouth fell open and his eyes bulged. He stood
there slack-jawed, like he was staring at the one thing he'd always wanted
but never had, until his body began to shake and he reached under his towel
to grab himself. He entire upper body was drenched in sweat. His lust and
lascivious desire were intoxicating to me, and I suddenly felt
light-headed.

"Ugh." The strained sound was very clearly audible over the running
water. The tall man licked his lips and a devious grin spread over his
face. He stroked himself beneath his towel a few times using downward
motions, then withdrew his hand. The tenting in the front of his towel was
enormous.

"Fuck . . . " a deeper voice said loudly from inside the shower. The tall
man's unblinking eyes were wide open, ogling the depraved scene he surely
saw in front of him.

"Ah, ah, ah . . ." the grunts increased in speed.

"Fuck yea," the tall man gasped, and a violent shiver ran up his body.

"Are they doing what I think they're doing?" I whispered, my throat
suddenly dry. "That other man is . . . ?"  I knew the answer but I had to
ask.

"Yeppers," whispered Bobby. I forced myself to look over at him and he had
his hands down his shorts.  I swallowed and grabbed my thirteen year old
dick, too. It was gonna explode anyway. "Stuffin Ryan's butt," Bobby
continued sheepishly.

"Oh God." Perverse fascination overwhelmed me and I groaned.

Again Bobby made the shushing motion with a finger in front of his lips.

"FUUUUCK," the tall man growled as another violent convulsion shook him. He
whipped around and strode quickly away from the shower, the tented towel
sticking far out in front of him. When he stopped, he looked down and
opened the towel to release his big hard meat, which sprang up and forward,
pointing away from his body. It was so big compared to mine or Bobby's. It
was thick and long and angry looking with dense curly dark hair covering
the base and his egg-sized balls. It was the first fully-hard adult dick
I'd ever seen and it was amazing.

"Wow," Bobby gasped beside me. "That's big. Really, really big."

The big man struggled unsuccessfully to restrain and hide his beast by
retying the towel. He didn't have much luck. It was straight and rigid and
pointed slightly up, refusing to bend down the way he had it before it
popped free.

"Ah, oh, ugh, ah, ah," the pain/pleasure moans and grunts continued, louder
each time.

"You better fuckin learn to be quiet, boy, if you want to keep taking a
grown man's dick" the tall man demanded suddenly from where he stood across
the room, still struggling with the towel and how to contain his large
meat. When the sounds didn't stop, the big man frowned and all but yelled,
"fuck man, put your hand over his mouth or something before somebody hears
that shit."

"Ah, ah, oh, UHHHH." A particularly loud grunt was cut off abruptly. I only
heard a few muffled "ahs" after that.

Walking back to the shower, his big meat finally under some control, the
tall man took a deep breath as if to calm himself and shook his head. The
imprint of his beast was still visible as it stretched to the side and
across his thigh. It was barely contained and looked as if it might burst
from the towel again any second.

"You said you'd be quick man," he said in a booming voice, looking around
at the empty showers as the sound bounced off the tiles. Bobby and I dove
from the doorway just before he looked our way. When we peeked back around
the corner, the man was once again looking wantonly through the shower
curtain.

"Almost . . ." a tense voice responded.

"Do it man," tall guy growled. He tightly grabbed the bar holding up the
curtain the way he had earlier, but this time the muscles across his entire
upper body flexed, making it look like he would rip the curtain rod from
the wall. Sweat poured off him."Load him up!" he commanded.

I'd never heard that before but was pretty sure what it meant, considering
everything Bobby had told me about butt stuffing. I looked at Bobby with
wide eyes and an open mouth. He just nodded with a small shrug and kept
moving his hand in his shorts.

"Oh my fucking God," I mumbled, pulling down my shorts to expose myself. I
saw Bobby do the same out of the corner of my eye. We both stroked our
dicks. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Ugh, ugh, ah, oh, ugh," the fast grunts were suddenly loud again, and wet
slapping sounds reverberated through the tiled room.

The tall man's raging beast of a hard-on forced its way free again and his
towel fell to the floor. He grabbed his long meat with both hands and gave
his closed fists a few long strokes, clenching his butt cheeks and pushing
his dick through his hands like he was fucking. Beside me Bobby gasped. I
did the same. An image of that big man spearing Ryan's perfect bubble and
dicking it the way he was doing with his hands filled my mind. I watched as
he leaned over his fists, hunching his thick, long dick through his hands
while peering into the shower until a very loud, deep-voiced "FUUUUUCK"
rang out from inside the shower. "OH, GOD, SHIIIIIIIIT YEA . . ." the deep
voice shouted.

Bobby jerked beside me, his load shooting onto the floor several feet in
front of him. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as mine did the same. The
orgasm was so intense my knees buckled and I collapsed into Bobby. We were
both shaking uncontrollably.

"That's it, fuck yea," the tall stud said and sighed. He was so wet with
sweat it looked like he'd just stepped out of a shower. With an obvious
effort he released himself and retrieved his towel. He made no attempt to
cover up and instead draped the towel over his wide shoulders. He strode
away and back again a couple times, his raging dick moving up and down with
each step. Returning to the shower, he gripped the shower bar for a third
time.

"Come on man," he uttered intensely, then jerked the shower curtain wide
open. "You got your nutt now I gotta get mine. I gotta get back to my wife
and kid. Pull out and get lost."

The shorter older guy stumbled out of the shower, clutching his towel in
his hands. Drops of water and sweat ran from his body. His dick wasn't
nearly as long as the taller man, but it was maybe as thick. It was shiny
and moved up and down, throbbing with his pulse as it deflated.

He looked up at the tall guy and smiled. "He's all yours," he said timidly.

"Took long enough," the big guy said with authority. He drew his impressive
frame to full height, which jutted his still very hard dick forward.

The shorter man's eyes widened as he caught sight of the bigger man's
rock-hard dick. "Hey relax, big man. He's all opened up for that huge tool
of yours now," he said with a gulp.

With a smirk, and mumbling something I couldn't hear, the tall guy stepped
into the shower and jerked the curtain closed. His towel landed on top of
Ryan's.


[To be continued . . . ]