Date: Sun, 1 May 2022 13:01:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Owning a Campground - Chapter Three This is a story about a middle aged man who has lost most of everything that matters to him and ends up at a campground that rekindles fond memories from his childhood. With a few twists. Chapter Three has Randy trying to decide who he really is as he makes friends in the campground. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Owning a campground Chapter Three I awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping and a gentle breeze puffin the walls of my tent in and out in a rhythmic fashion. My world was perfect. Until I lifted my head to get up. Slamming head ache, mouth that felt like all the camels of Egypt had marched through it and a stomach that was turning so bad it couldn't make up its mind which way was up. Was I coming down with the flu? No, my foggy memory was starting to clear up. Dandelion wine! I stayed still wondering if my body was going to betray me or come around so I could get up and enjoy this wonderful day. After a half an hour or so I decided I had to get out of my sleeping bag and get moving. I unzipped my bag and sat up. Noticing I was naked was no surprise as I always slept that way. But my mind flashed back to last night and how Nick had undressed me and put me to bed. Also how he had fondled my cock. That made my cock come to life a little. No other part of my body seemed to be functioning but my cock was working just fine. If the rest of me didn't hurt so bad I would have coaxed it along and enjoy a nice slow morning jerk. That would have to wait until later. I grabbed a bottled water to take some aspirin for my head and my toothbrush for my mouth. The stomach, that would have to get along on its own for now. I opened my tent fly to meet the day. Heading off to the bathroom I pasted Nick's trailer. "Good morning. Randy, right?" a man slightly younger than I greeted me. "Fred Campbell, Nick's dad." "Oh right, good morning Mr. Campbell." "Please, call me Fred. I understand you meet my son Nick yesterday. Said he had to give you a hand. Hank got you too with his dandelion wine." Shit, what did Nick tell him? 'He gave me a hand?' This guy seems friendly enough but is he going to punch me in the face? "I was a little tipsy last night. Nick helped me get to my tent so I didn't have to crawl," I laughed. "Yup, Hank got me with it too when we first moved in here. If you stay away from his home made hooch, Hank is a great guy." We chatted briefly before the call of nature got to me and I had to excuse myself to get to the bathroom. Next into the shower house to wash off last night, if that was possible. I had brought a handful of quarters for the hot water meter so I could languish in the shower for as long as it took. I was standing under the flow when I heard my name called out. "Hi Randy, glad to see you survived last night." It was Nick's voice from outside my shower. Again, my cock was working just fine and started to chub up, definitely against my will. "Good morning, Nick. Thanks again for giving me a hand last night." Fuck, did I just say that? That didn't come out the way I intended. I hope it went right past him. "No problem, anytime. Glad to be of service." Okay, so maybe it didn't go over his head. Or maybe he didn't mean anything by it. Too much double meanings going on for my head this morning. About then I realized I had forgotten my soap on the bench outside the shower. Should I throw open the shower curtain to step out and get the soap, naked and dripping in front of Nick. Nothing he hasn't seen before, I know, but still not cool. Or should I ask him to hand it in to me and I can hide behind the curtain? Better choice. "Nick, could you hand me the bar of soap on the bench out there?" "Sure thing," as he retrieved my soap and put his hand around the curtain. "Want me to wash your back while I'm here?" Okay, that sent my chubbed up cock to full hardon status. Again, the thought of his hands on me again caused my cock to respond but my mind yelled out to me, 'NO, NO, NOT COOL!' Guess which one won out. "If you want, I suppose. Just hope no one comes in and catches you washing my back." "No one comes to the showers this time of day. Besides, you're the newbie in camp and everyone knows you need as much help as you can get. Even my dad says I should keep an eye on you in case you need something. So I just doing what I'm told." He pulled the curtain back so he could wash my back. He was very gentle yet deliberate in his motions, up and down and side to side, making sure to cover every inch of my back. "While I'm here," as he lowered his hands to wash my ass, kneading my cheeks as he did. "You've got a nice tight ass for a man of your age, firm and muscular." "Oh really? And how many asses have you seen?" "Counting yours, two. I've seen my dad's a few times when he's getting changed. Close quarters in a camping trailer, you know. You've got him beat by a mile." I didn't realize my ass was in a beauty contest with anyone, let alone his father. But I suppose it did make me feel good knowing he liked my ass. A definite ego boost but unsettling none the less. Next thing I know he's running his soapy hands up and down my ass crack, stopping at my hole and wiggling his finger around. "Don't want this getting smelly later when you get sweaty in the hot afternoon," was his justification for playing with my hole. I was getting super aroused but knew better than to be playing around with him in a public shower. "Don't worry, no one is going to be back there smelling it. It's fine." "Okay, as you wish. But I better make sure you're clean here as well," as he reached around and grabbed my stiff cock with his soapy hand. I knew this was totally off limits. But it felt so good. So, so good. I had promised my cock this morning that I'd stroke it off once I was feeling better. Well, it doesn't get any better than this, that's for sure. I had my hands on the shower wall to support myself as he sped up his strokes. I was getting close when we heard the bathroom door open and shut. In a panic I pulled his hand off me and closed the shower curtain. Nick dried his hands on my towel and quickly went to the open changing area. No one had come in the bathroom so we didn't get caught. Nick came back to the shower curtain and told me he'd see me later in the day. "Enjoy the rest of our shower," he said suggestively as he left the shower house. Right! My cock had shriveled up to almost nothing, my heart was racing ninety miles an hour and I hadn't noticed the hot water meter had run out of time, turning off the hot water but leaving the cold water running at full flow. I turned around once in the cold water to rinse off as much soap as I could and got out to dry off. As I was getting dressed I felt relieved that we stopped when we did. I'm going to have to be more careful around Nick or Mike as well if I run into him again. I past Nick as I was heading towards my tent. "You going swimming today?" Nick inquired. "Maybe later this afternoon, I'm going food shopping and have a few errands to run." I went shopping to get some food for the rest of the weekend. I bought some nice steaks for Hank to cook up for supper to return the favor of his trout last night. The thoughts of last night brought Nick back into my mind, chubbing me up again but not so noticeable. I was in the check out line when a teenage boy in front of me turned back and smiled at me. "Nice meat you've got there, mister," he commented. What the hell? Am I going to get hit on by every horny teenager in this town? And with his mother standing right next to him? His eyes were looking down at my crotch, or so I thought. The look on my face betrayed my concern as he pointed to the package of steak in my cart, "Oh that, repaying a favor to a good friend." I replied to his innocent comment. "Dang, you must have really good friends," with a grin and a wink. Okay, okay, I'm going to quit while I'm ahead. I'm going back to my lonely apartment and close the door and not coming out again ever. Hmmm, coming out? That's a very appropriate term for what's been happening to me lately. But is it me coming out or these boys coming in? What? I don't ever know what the hell that means. My mind is a total train wreck right now. Putting my groceries in my car, I noticed the other people in the parking lot. A mother and her children, husbands and wives, a couple of friends together, I was the only person by myself in the whole parking lot. A feeling of loneliness and depression came over me and I just wanted to get back to the campground as soon as I could. My safe haven from the world. I decided not to do the other errands and just head back to the campground. I dropped that food for supper at Hank's cabin and drove to my site. I couldn't get all the way there as a camping trailer was trying to back into his site and was having trouble fitting it in. I was going to offer to help but I know nothing about backing up a trailer and plenty of help was already offering advice, making things more difficult for the driver. I parked my car and walked to my tent. As I approached my tent, I heard noises from inside, like someone in trouble, moaning and breathing heavy. Confused and cautious, I slowly and as quietly as I could slid the zipper on the tent flap open and peeked inside. There was Nick laying on my air mattress, completely naked and jerking off his impressive boy cock, looking to be at least 7" and wet from leaking precum. He had his eyes closed and was moaning as he stroked, suddenly calling out my name but not noticing me at the tent door. "Oh hell yeah, Randy, stroke my cock. Make me cum, make me cum hard," he mumbled. My cock sprang to life and I began rubbing it through my pants. I looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching as I unzipped the flap completely and went into the tent. Nick heard me and open his eyes, letting go of his cock and sitting up with a scared look on his face. "Fuck! I thought you said you weren't going to be back until late this afternoon? I'm sorry, let me get dressed and get out of here," his voice uneven and shaky. Considering he had come on to me several times, his reaction surprises me. I guess because he didn't feel in total control of the situation. So now it was my turn to take the lead. "No worries, I'm sorry I interrupted you. 'Jerkous interuptous' can be bad for your body, getting ready to release a load of cum but then holding it in." as my horniness over rode my better judgement. I knelt down beside him and pushed him back down. I reached over and took his softening cock in my hands, springing it right back to life. "What are you doing? I should be going," as he was now the one with second thoughts. "I'm just doing what you were asking me to do when I came in the tent, remember? 'Randy stroke my cock and make me cum'. Just trying to be neighborly and give you a hand. Or do you really want me to stop?" "Yes, you better stop," as he let out a moan and bucked his hips to meet my hand. "I'm sorry for what I did earlier in the shower, I didn't mean it. I just got carried away," Nick admitted. Not sure if I should continue but not sure I could stop, or that he really wanted me to stop, I held my hand still but still had a firm grip on him. That's when he started bucking his hips violently, fucking my fist and moaning ever louder. "Shhh, don't make so much noise. These tent walls are pretty thin." He stopped his moaning but not his thrusting into my fist. He brought his hand up to his mouth and bit his fist to keep quiet as he shot his load all over himself and my hand. I leaned over and grabbed my damp towel from my morning shower and wiped up the mess he had made. He twitched and wiggled as I wiped his cock, sensitive from just having climaxed. He opened his eyes and looked at me with that deer in the headlights look. Grabbing his clothes and pulling them on as fast as he could, "I sorry, I shouldn't have been in here. Please don't say anything to my dad. He'd kill me if he knew." Re real, Nick, he'd kill both of us, me first. I'm damn sure not going to tell anyone I was jerking off an underage teenager in my tent. I'm not even sure I'd admit it to myself. I'm not really sure what came over me, other than the sight of his naked body and his stiff cock as he lay on my air mattress stroking. I'm not into this at all, but son of a bitch it was hot in a perverted kind of way. As he was standing up to run out of the tent, he stopped for a brief moment, smiled at me and leaned in to give me a kiss again. :"Later, friend," and he was gone. Okay, so now what was that about? A minute ago he was all upset that I made him cum and then he smiles at me and kisses me as he leaves? And what about me? I have a huge wet spot in my shorts as my stiff cock was leaking while I got him off but now I have buyer's remorse for what I did. Guess we're both a couple of screwed up people, or at the very least, confused as hell. I changed into my swimsuit and headed for the pool. Nick's dad was sitting on the pool deck watching his daughter swim. "Hi Randy, nice day for a swim," as I came through the gate. "Hi Fred. Guess your daughter is in the pool already?" "Yeah, as always. Nick usually watches her but he had something else he wanted to do this afternoon. I hope he got it done," Fred said nonchalantly. I choked a little and cleared my throat. "I'm sure he did, he seems like a determined kid when he has something he wants to do," I replied with a hidden meaning. "That's for sure, not much stops him when he has his mind set on something." His horny mind, you mean. Or when he has his mind set on me I thought to myself. "If you're not busy later, stop by our site. You've gotten to know my kids already, especially Nick. I like you to meet my wife and we can chat and get better aquatinted. But no dandelion wine, I promise," Fred laughed. "Sounds like a plan. I'm having supper with Hank at 7:00 but I'll stop over around 5:00 if that's convenient." "Sounds great. I let her know you're coming by." I was hoping it wouldn't be awkward with Nick if I was there with his whole family, especially after this afternoon. It will be what it will be, I guess. I had a very nice visit with Fred and his wife. Nick had taken his sister swimming again and wasn't around. Not sure if he was avoiding me or being a good brother. Either way, it worked. Fred told me about the business he and his wife had. Their plan was to put in as many hours as it took to build the business up and then sell it and retire by the time they were fifty. "You're not going to make it a family business and pass it down to Nick?" "I think that's the last thing Nick wants. He doesn't like the business at all." "Maybe because it takes away his mother and father so much he views it as competition for your attention?" I asked, maybe sticking my nose in when it didn't belong. "Nick is a teenager and I don't think he knows what he wants in life," Fred was shaking his head. "Not just teenagers. My wife and I split up because she knew what she wanted and I didn't. Hell, until a few weeks ago I still didn't know what I wanted. But know I think I'm getting a pretty good idea." "That's good to hear. Nick has really taken a liking to you. Maybe you can help him figure out what he wants." "Isn't that a parent's job?" not wanting to sound too judgmental. "You know how teenagers are, sometimes they make a better connection with a stranger than their parents. The two of you seemed to have connected so anything you can do to help him would really be appreciated," as he shook my hand and his wife nodded in agreement. We've connected all right, but I'm not sure Nick felt okay with it. I'm sure Fred and his wife wouldn't be okay with how we had connected. "I better get going so I'm not late for supper with Hank. It's been great talking and getting to know you both." "Same here, and I meant what I said. Anything you can do to steer Nick in a direction that will make him happy would be terrific." I left with a mandate from Fred, help Nick and I turn gay together. I laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of that thought. I'm sure that's not what he meant. Or was it? Sometimes a parent knows more about their children than they care to let on. Maybe he is looking for someone to help Nick in ways he can't or doesn't want to. Or knows Nick wouldn't want him to help. And what about me? I get aroused thinking about this and have enjoyed our brief encounters but I'm still not sure that's where I'm headed either. Hank was out back of his cabin tending to the steaks. "The steaks should be ready any minute now. You bought some real nice pieces." "Hey, nothing but the best. Although I didn't match you efforts last night and go out and catch a cow and butcher it myself." "I should hope not. That would be too much meat for just the two of us." "We would have to invite the whole campground if I did that." "Say, that might be a good idea for next year, a Fourth of July barbecue for the entire place. If I'm still here, that is." "Still here? You going somewhere?" I asked not wanting the answer I got. "My daughter out in Colorado has been pestering me to sell the campground and move out there with her and the grandkids. I love this place but without my wife here with me it gets lonely at times. Especially in the off season. During the summer there is plenty to keep me busy and then there are good people like you who keep me company." "Fine thing. I was lonely at home in my apartment and I found this oasis and now your going to up and leave? Not fair," I joked. "This place seems to attract the lonely souls like you and me. And Nick. He's only know you for a short time but already seems quiet fond of you. He asked me if you were going to be around all summer. He thinks you're 'neat' and enjoys your company, as do I. The boy who works for me also seemed like a lost soul until he got here. Now he's happy and often stays overnight instead of going home." "Like you said earlier, this place draws you in. I'm sure you're a big part of it so that's why you can't leave," again joking but meaning every word of what I said. "I sometimes thought I should change the name from Lazy River Campground to Lonely River Campground." The conversation was getting too depressing so I changed the subject. "How are the steaks coming?" "Perfect. Fix yourself a plate. I'll get some drinks. Dandelion wine again tonight?" he snickered, "Or a beer?" "A beer if you would. Your wine was very good, lethal, but tasty." We enjoyed some good food and more good conversation. As the fire burned down, it was time to turn in for the night. As I walked back to my site, I passed Nick and his father with towels and toothbrushes headed for the showers. "Dad, you go on, I'll catch up," Nick told his father. "Ok, hurry or I'll use all the hot water," he joked and ambled down the path. ""I'm sorry I ran out on you earlier. I should have stuck around, . . . I just . . . well, I mean . . . it's like . . ." Nick stammered. "Don't worry about anything. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy. I sorry I'm came in the tent," I apologized to him. "Oh, it's not that. I came in your tent but then it was rude of me to leave you with blue balls. I'll be more considerate next time," he smiled. Next time? I guess I had him figured wrong that he was upset about what happened. Was I ready for a next time? And what exactly would next time entail? "Nick, come on, let's go. Your mother will be wondering if we got lost," his dad hollered after him. "I've got to go, we'll talk tomorrow," as he was bout to run after his dad. "I'm leaving early in the morning, I have to work tomorrow." "Fucking work! Why does everyone always have to leave me to go work somewhere," he pouted. "That's the downfall of being an adult. But I'll be back next Friday, if you can hang in there until then." "I don't have much of a choice, do I?" he grumbled and off he disappeared. I felt like shit leaving for work when he wanted to talk. Opening up to me like this has left him feeling very vulnerable and he needs someone to talk to. And I'm that one. So instead I run off to work, just like his dad. I was up early the next morning to get to work. I walked out to the parking lot to get my car and Nick was leaning against the fender waiting for me. "I'm sorry I was upset last night. I don't know what's got into me lately. I'm happy one minute and then pissed off the next." Nick explained. "I told you having to work was the downfall of being an adult? Mood swings and raging hormones are the downfall of being a teenager. But I'll try and be there for you as much as I can. I was going to sleep at home in my apartment tonight but after work I'll come back here and stay here for the night. We can talk then if you like." "Hell yeah, that would be awesome." He took a quick glance around to make sure no one was out yet, which of course at this early hour on a Sunday morning no one would be, then leaned in for a tight hug and a kiss on the lips. "See you tonight," as he released his hug. "Oh, by the way, can I use your tent this afternoon if I get a chance?" he smirked. "Not unless I'm in there too." I smirked back at him. As I drove out of the parking lot I was giddy. But nervous. Was I actually starting an affaire, if you want to call it that, with a fifteen-year-old boy? Is that why my wife and I never really connected as husband and wife, have I had these gay feeling suppressed all along and she wasn't really what I wanted in the bed next to me? I think I need counseling. I think I need to see a psychiatrist. No, I think I need Nick, naked and in my arms in my tent tonight.