Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2023 12:20:09 +0000 From: Kevin Webster Subject: Kevin's Camping Trip-2 (Revised) All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a teenage boy and adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running. Gay / adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t+ - - - - - Kevin's Camping Trip - Part 2 After a week back at school, I had no time for sex or camping. Preparing for exams was now my number one priority. My Saturdays and Sundays were focused, in the main, on extra tuition. I was no academic but my parents wanted good results from my time at school. English and Maths were not my thing; however, Geography and History kept my teachers happy. I liked Art, but images of phallic objects didn't impress Mr. Moore, my Art teacher. "You need to knuckle down, Kev," Trevor said. "My parents are the same when it comes to exams. Luckily, I'm into sport, so that kinda saves me on the school front. You're good with boats, so aiming for a nautical career might do the trick." "Navigation is all about figures, so that's no good," I said. "Bobbing up and down in a boat, with a sailor's cock up your arse doesn't get you across the Atlantic. Plus, I wouldn't be able to fill in the application form." "Your English and Maths aren't that bad, Kev," he said. "You're just fucking lazy." "You might be fucking Lazy!" I snapped. "But I'm not." "Jokes!" he snapped. "Always jokes. Paul's mate might be able to help you out. He's real good at getting lazy fuckers, like you, adequate passes. An arse like yours cannot be allowed to disappear under a pile of tuition books. Everyone that's fucked you will testify to that. Your arse-cheeks and hips, and arsehole, are legendary amongst Paul's troop." Trevor's words did make sense. Mr. Porter, Paul's friend, was a true academic. He knew all the ways to pass a school exam; and he drilled them into you as he drilled his cock into your arse. My three-hour sessions with Henry (Mr. Porter) did the trick. I lay face down on his bed, reading a book, as he lay on top of me with his seven-inch cock in my hole. "Remember, Kevin," he said between thrusts. "Always keep the answer simple. A simple answer is better than a long, convoluted explanation." "Yes, sir," I said with a broad grin on my face. "Jeez! Your arsehole is so-o-o fuckable," he said. "If you were mine, I would keep your hole filled all the time. Now, let's look at angles and degrees." ~ ~ ~ The weekend tuition did give me time to bend over for Paul and the Scouts. Tom liked to sit in Henry's bedroom and watch the uniforms come off and the cocks go in. In fact, he liked to see the Fuck Stack on a regular basis. Of course, I was always on the bottom as one Scout fucked my arse and another Scout fucked his. Usually, four Scouts were stacked on top of me as the thrusting continued. Henry and Paul kept the stack stabilized as the boys pumped away like mad. "Keep at it boys," Paul said. "Kevin needs all the sex he can get. Isn't that right, Henry?" "Yes," Henry said. "His grades are improving every session, so all that cock is working wonders." I just grunted and groaned as the Scouts above me laughed and joked. ~ ~ ~ The extra tuition lasted four months. I was on top of my game in three, but Henry insisted my knowledge needed more time to bed in. Plus, the man was surrounded by a group of horny Scouts at weekends, so he made sure they all received an exam refresher. "So, Henry's tuition worked!" Trevor said. "No need to thank me. I knew you had it in you." "Yes, every time he mounted me," I replied. "Jokes!" he snapped. "Always jokes. You should go on the stage. There's one leaving in an hour." "Jeez! That's an old one, Trev," I groaned. "Maybe old Henry could help you out." "Getting your arsehole back. That's all the reward I need," he said. "By the way, what did you think of the Fuck Stack idea? Paul wants to roll it out at camp meetings." "Nah! Too back-breaking on the bottom Scout," I said, "and I was always the bottom Scout. Henry said the 'Cradle of Love' was better. Two naked men holding a naked Scout between them. Like he was being cradled in mid-air, with his arsehole on offer to all and sundry." "Yes," he said. "That could work." ~ ~ ~ "That's it, Trev," I said, as Paul and Tom held the Scout between them. "Keep that arsehole on show, at the right angle, and wait for Andy to step forward." The naked Scouts fell in behind Andy as he stepped forward and poked Trevor. It looked like fun, and Andy said it was. "Wowee!" Andy said. "What a poke!" "Hurry up, Andy," Tom said. "Step down and let the next boy have a go." "Yes," Paul said. "Let's see if this 'Cradle of Love' position really works." "It works for me," Trevor said, as the next cock entered his arsehole. ~ ~ ~ Paul stood in front of his troop and called them to order. "Deplorable behaviour," he said. "That's what the local newspaper has printed on its front page. Scoutmaster found in Scout hut with two naked Scouts. Police to investigate." "Lummy!" Phil said. "That sounds bad." "Bad!" Paul snapped. "That's putting it lightly. Mr. Billings is now under arrest, and the bishop wants answers." Half the Scouts knew it could have been them in the hut with Arthur (Mr. Billings). He was more active than Paul and Tom, and wasn't too subtle about it. He was always trying it on with boys at the local swimming pool. In fact, the manager had spoken to the bishop about his promiscuous ways. "If you know anything about Mr. Billings and his offbeat behaviour," Paul said, "tell the policeman that is going to interview you on Friday. The troop's reputation depends on it." Paul was clearly firefighting. He was telling the Scouts not to tell the police anything. If Arthur was sent to prison, then so be it. "Did you get the message, Kevin?" Trevor asked. "Not a word to anyone. Your arse depends on it." "Okey dokey, Trev," I said. "I'll keep shtum until things settle down." "I'll give it six months," Phil said. "That long!" I snapped. "My arse won't be able to cope." ~ ~ ~ I did manage to cope for a week or two, but then I had to knock on Henry's door again. The man was pleased to see me but he didn't want to talk about sex. The local newspaper was investigating the Scout troop in some detail. So, Paul, Tom and himself were being targeted. A jumped-up reporter was saying that the Scout troop was part of a sex ring, and needed closing down. Most Scouts were removed from the troop by their parents, so the bishop shut it down.