Date: Thu, 5 May 2022 14:06:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Owning a Campground - Chapter Five 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. There he meets a teenager who changes his perspective on life. Now a second teenager has come back into the picture. 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 Five Saturday morning I awoke slowly, keeping my eyes closed while savoring the memory of being with Nick yesterday. His warm body next to mine, our mouths locked together, the feel of his smooth flesh in my arms and yes, the taste of his cum that shot out of his impressive hard cock. I didn't often wake up with morning wood but this morning it was pulsing and twitching in anticipation of my hand giving it the attention it needed right now. My hand slid inside my sleeping bag and found its target. Taking a firm grip I slowly stroked myself, imagining it was Nick's hand on me. I planned on making this an enjoyable long drawn out stroke but my cock had other ideas. Before I had a chance to pick up the pace, that wonderful feeling overtook me and my cum was shot out of me. I didn't even have time to pull back my sleeping bag as it made a horribly gooey mess inside. I lay quiet in the ecstasy of the moment, smearing the white reward of my play time all over my cock and balls until the tip of my cock became too sensitive to be touched. My stomach grumbled loudly letting me know that it was next for some attention. I got out of my sleeping bag and wiped up as much of my mess as possible. I'll have to take it to the camp laundry room later. Right now I needed to break out some breakfast. Cereal with a banana and milk, a granola bar and a bottled water. Not exactly gourmet food but it was nourishing. I grabbed my sleeping bag and headed for the camp washing machine. I needed quarters so I ducked into the office to find Hank with three families waiting to sign in, the phone ringing and a frazzled look on his face. "Rough morning, Hank?" "Just a typical hectic Saturday morning in my quiet little corner of the world. And what can I do for you?" "Just need some quarters for the washing machine. I can come back later if you want?" "Nope, that I can handle," as he counted out my quarters. "Anything I can do to help?" "Not unless you know how to unclog a toilet, register guests and deliver fire wood and ice." "The toilet and registering guests are out of my league but I can deliver fire wood and ice if you want." "Seriously? You're here to relax and you want to work anyway? I don't pay much, just ask Mikey," he laughed. "Considering the skill level required I can work cheap," I snorted back at him. "You're a lifesaver. He's the list of sites and what they ordered. The keys are in the golf cart and you know where the ice machine and the fire wood are located." I went to the laundry and put my bag in the washer and started it running. Then went out to load the golf cart and head off on my appointed rounds. I had planned on catching up with Nick this morning but when I went past his trailer the outside door was closed, indicating no one was home. My 'deliveries' took twice as long as they should have, chatting and getting to know the campers at each site where I was delivering. I was feeling pretty good about helping Hank. I got back to the office to tell him of my success but there was a note on the door that he had gone to fix the toilet. I went in the back door to the office to leave the money I had received for payment of the wood and ice. A gentleman knocked on the locked front door as he peered in. I went to the door and opened it to find a late comer wanting to register. "Hank is out fixing a toilet, I'm just helping him with chores. I don't think I'd know how to register you so you can go set up and come back later to pay," I advised him. "Do I just pick any site?" he asked. "No, all the sites are assigned. Let me see if I can find his list." I found the reservation list and gave the man his site number. He had just left to go set up when Hank walked in the back door. "I thought you got lost you were gone so long," Hank sounded concerned. "I was getting to know all the campers. I'm not just a delivery boy, I'm a goodwill ambassador. I don't know if more people were impressed that I had offered to help you or impressed that you conscripted me to get the deliveries done in a timely fashion. Either way, I had a ball." "Next time you can go play with the shit clogged in the toilet and I'll ride around and shoot the breeze with everyone," Hank said in a snide but joking voice. "I switched your sleeping bag into the dryer. It should be dry by now so don't forget to take it with you when you go." Which of course I did. "I noticed Nick's trailer was locked up. Is he gone for the day?" I asked. "In all the commotion I forgot to give you his message. He had to go to a family birthday party and won't be back until late tonight. He said he'd stop by your tent tomorrow morning." "Ok. The guy that just left wanted to register but I wasn't sure how you do it so I gave him his site assignment and he said he'll come back to pay once he's set up. Hope that was ok?" "Perfect! You're getting the hang of campground management pretty quickly." "Speaking of that, where do you keep you trash bags? I noticed some of the barrels are full and need emptying." "Hell, are you going to move me into your tent and you take over my cabin as the new manager?" he looked sideways at me. "Nope. Living in the cabin would make this too much like a job and I'm here to relax. That means sleeping in a tent." I smirked back to him. "Now give me those trash bags and go eat some lunch while you can." Hank shook his head as I left with an armful of bags. I traveled the whole campground with the gold cart emptying trash barrels and putting new bags in. By now it was mid afternoon. I was sweaty and smelly and needed a shower. From there I went to the pool for a quick swim and sit in the sun. Several couples were sitting in the deck chairs as their children swam. "Hi, Randy, isn't it?" one of the men asked. "That's me. You're site #18, right?" "Haha, Henry Thompson. You came by and dropped off wood for us." "Sure. I'm good with numbers but lousy with names. Sorry." "So, are you going to be taking over Mikey's job? You're older than him but age has nothing to do with a job well done." "I'm not looking to take anyone's job, Just helping Hank get through a busy morning. That and getting to know more of the people in the camp. I really like it here and plan on spending a lot of time here." I excused myself and jumped in the pool. The children in the pool recognized me from the water fight the other day and chaos ensued once again. I was learning the kid's names better than the adults. Leaving the pool I went by the office to make sure Hank didn't need anything else from me. "Thanks for your help earlier. You really saved my ass. I still have a few thing to do to get caught up but I'm okay by myself." Hank acknowledged. "Then you won't have time to make much for supper?" "Inviting yourself to supper are you?" Hank gave me a smile, "Supper tonight will be sandwiches at best." "No, I'm inviting you to supper. I have some recipes for camp food I downloaded this week. I'm making 'Deep Woods Stew' for supper with peach cobbler for dessert. It's my turn to cook for you. Diner at 7:00 work for you?" "Are you serious?" "Damn straight! Bring your appetite but leave your dandelion wine at home," I told him. Hank showed up right at 7:00 and brought my sleeping bag that had been in the dryer. After we had eaten Hank complimented me on my cooking skills. "That was a hell of a fine meal. That's twice today you been my savior. Now I see why Nick is so taken with you. You're a damn fine person and it's an honor to know you." "You hit the dandelion wine before you came over, didn't you?" I teased him. "I did at that, drunk or sober, I meant what I said. I know you'll get along with Mikey just like you do with Nick. Mikey will be here tomorrow morning for his first shift. I'll introduce you to him." Hank wanted to sit and talk longer but he was dozing off. I asked if he needed help to walk home but he said he was all set. I cleaned up from cooking and turned in. As I lay naked in my bag I thought back on my day. It was a hell of a day on the woods. The only thing preventing it from being the best day ever was not seeing Nick all day. But we'd have all day tomorrow to make up for lost time. I started to think I might be developing feelings for Nick but my cock had grown hard so I convinced myself it was just lack of sex that I missed, not Nick. I dozed off to a night of sound sleep. Sunday morning someone whispering my name outside my tent flap woke me. "Randy, are you awake?" the voice asked. If wasn't Hank's voice, sounded too young. It must have been Nick come over to see if I was up yet. I threw open my sleeping bag and looked down at my cock. Yes, I certainly was up. Up and ready for Nick to visit. "I'm awake, come on in," I quietly replied. The zipper slid around the flap and it opened as I lay there naked with my cock in my hand swinging it back and forth. "I've been waiting for you," I whispered. "Mr Sheldon?" came Mike's voice, astonished at the sight before him. "If you've been waiting for me, here I am!" "No, not you, . . . what are you doing here . . . this is a mistake," I was stammering and stumbling. "Sure doesn't look like a mistake," as he moved quickly to my side and knelt down. Taking my cock in his hand and stroking it, "Just like old times, huh?" "No, stop, you can't do this again. How did you know where I was?" "Hank sent me over to meet you. Says you're a big help around here. So now I'm here to help you, help you cum that is," as he continued to stroke me. "No, I don't want you to do this again," as my resolve was weakening. I knew if he kept it up much longer I would give in to him like last time. "Oh, you don't want a hand job? Okay, there are other ways to get you off," as he dropped down and took my cock into his mouth in one fluid motion. That was it. All resistance ceased. I had only had one blowjob and that was in high school. It was terrible. Her teeth raked the skin on my cock raw. And my wife? Forget it. She thought any form of oral sex was dirty, disgusting and perverted. Not only was this the second blowjob but it was by far the better than I could have ever imagined. The warmth and wetness of his mouth, his hands cupping my ass and his moaning as he sucked me. I put my hands on the back of his head, not to pull him down but just to have contact with this teenage stud taking me to heights I've never been to before. My eyes had been closed but I was about to reach my climax so I opened them to watch him take my load. Just as I pumped his mouth full, Nick appeared in the door to my tent. "What the fuck is this? I'm gone one day Randy and now Mike is sucking you cock? Geez Mike, how could you?" "Nick! Hell, what are you doing here? And how do you know Mr. Sheldon?" Mike asked in horror. He moved into camp last week and he and I . . Wait how do you know Randy, I mean Mr. Sheldon?" Nick wanted to know "My little brother is his paperboy and I had to collect from him when my brother was at day camp. You and he what? Were you having sex with him too?" "So you had sex with him? And now you've come here to carry on with him some more? What about me? What about us?" Nick argued. "Well I knew him first so there's that." Mike justified his presence in the tent. "And I know him better, more than once anyway." Nick countered. I was lying there feeling totally vulnerable, naked and sporting a chubbed up cock. "Wow, I've never had two people arguing over me before. Especially not two gorgeous hot young studs." I finally spoke up to try and stop the fighting. They stopped fighting and smiled at each other then looked at me. "You think we're gorgeous hot young studs?" "Of course I do. Just look at each other. None better in three counties." I kept up. Looking at each other again and then back down at me, "Then which one of us is the hotter stud, me or Nick?" Mike asked. "Yeah, which one gets you off the best?" They stopped fighting but now I had stepped in a big pile of shit for myself. No matter who I choose it would be a shit show all over again. "You guys are like Godzilla and King Kong, two equally matched guys, unbeatable when you're paired up and an equal match." I tried to cover myself. "Oh, so now we're not studs, were fucking ugly monsters?" Mike complained. "Then which one is uglier, him or me?" Nick demanded to know. "No, no, you're two strong formidable guys, getting what your want when you want it and shooting cum like it's shot out of a water cannon. You have all the strength and will of those two creatures but none of the ugliness." "Oh, maybe. But how do you know how Mike shoots his cum? Have you ever gotten him off too?" Nick threw in. "No, he hasn't, Nick. So maybe we ought to show him right now." "Good idea," as Mike reached over and unzipped Mike's pants and pulled out his cock. He started stroking it hard and fast wanting to get him off as soon as he could. "Kneel down and shoot it in his mouth. He likes that." "Did he suck your cock and let you cum in his mouth?" Mike asked feeling hurt that he wasn't Nick's first. "No, I was shooting my water cannon of cum and some of it landed in his open mouth. He said it tasted good." "Then let's make it happen," as Mike put his arm around Nick shoulder and pulled him tight to his side. Nick used his other hand to take out his cock and join in the fun. Mike let out a yelp as he climaxed and shot his cum all over my chest, face and some in my mouth. Nick let go of Mike's cock and concentrated on his own boner. He bent over as his hand became a blur of motion then suddenly straightened up and let his juices fly all over me with basically the same results. They smiled at each other and congratulated themselves on soaking me with cum from their water cannons. They stood up, put their cocks away and walked towards the door. "Get cleaned up and we'll see you after breakfast," Nick turned and said as he ducked out of my tent. I was covered in their spunk, Mike has swallowed mine, and trying to figure out what had just happened. Sure I got the best blow job ever, but then I became a cum dump for those two horny teenagers. From sitting in my apartment all by myself night after night to this in only a few short weeks? And where was this going to go from here? Am I going to have to choose between the two or are they going to choose each other and leave me out in the cold? I assume Mike is the guy Nick said he was fooling around with before I came along. Could the three of us work something out so we'd all be happy? First thing I have to figure out is whether or not I'm really gay. Or bi. Or filling in a lonely hole in my life with a quick fling with an underage teenage. Oh yeah, I forgot, Nick is underage. And so is Mike. So am I going to gay hell for my new found activities and who I'm doing it with? First things first, I better get cleaned up before some other uninvited guest show up and find me wallowing in a puddle of two different varieties of cum. Speaking of which, both the boys cum tasted about the same. Not bad, not good, but the same. I wiped off as much as I could and pulled on my swimsuit. I wanted to get to the shower as soon as I could. I was nervous that if I met someone going across the camp I'd smell like a dirty cum rag. First time I ever put on after-shave before I took a shower. I was standing under the shower, relishing the feel of hot water flowing over me when I heard two familiar voice, Nick and Mike. "Hey Mike, didn't Hank want us to check the shut off valve on the hot water tank to make sure it works in case the tank sprung a leak?" Nick asked loud enough so I could hear him over the shower. "Yes he did, now that you mention it. He also said to make sure no one was taking a shower when we shut of the hot water. I don't hear anyone so I guess we're good to test it." Mike answered equally as loud. I panicked. I had been in these showers once when the hot water meter ran out of time and it was ice cold. I turned off all the water, hot and cold and jumped out of the shower to see where they were. The two of them were standing against the wall opposite my shower laughing their heads off. They had never intended to turn off the hot water and were only pranking me. "So that's the way we're going to play, is it?" I asked indignantly. "We just didn't want you to stay too long in the shower and possibly jerk off. We wanted you to save it for later." I was standing there dripping wet, naked and totally confused. Were they ganging up for revenge of some sort or was I their new play toy, and theirs alone. I dried off and went back to my tent o get dressed for the day. As I came out of my tent, Hank was going down the road in his golf cart doing his morning delivery of firewood and ice. "Good morning Randy. I understand you met Mikey. He's a great kid, hard worker and gets along with everyone here. He and Nick are as thick as thieves so watch out for the two of them. I hear they have already played a prank on you in the shower earlier," he laughed, "You better stay on the good side of them, that's for sure." And drove away shaking his head and laughing out loud. I will get even but in a way that they don't know its me so this doesn't escalate all summer. I had a plan. I went to see Hank in his office that afternoon. "Hank, I have a plan to stop the pranks before they get out of hand but I'll need you're help." "Sure, anything to keep peace and quit in the camp. What can I do," Hank offered. "I'm going to pack up some of my stuff and put it outside my tent, as if I'm packing to pull out of camp. You can tell the boys that I don't want to be looking over my shoulder all summer waiting for the next prank so I'm leaving for another campground so I can relax like I intended to do here." "Okay. But if this doesn't work, you're not really going to leave, are you? I've gotten used to you being around. You're part of the place now," Hank lamented. "Hell no, I'm not leaving. And I don't want them to leave. I enjoy their company, just not being ganged up on, two against one. So are you in?" "Sure, sounds like a good plan." I left the office and went back to pack up some things. I noticed Nick and Mike walking down the road and looking over my way. Mike pointed and the two of them picked up their pace and ran right to Hank. "Hey, Randy looks like he's packing up to leave? He's not, is he?" "Yup. He just came in here and told me he leaving for another campground so he won't be looking over his shoulder all summer waiting for the next prank from you two." "Geez, we didn't mean any harm, just having some fun with him." Mike hung his head. "Maybe that's not the kind of fun he enjoys with you two," Hank replied with a smirk and a wink. The boys panicked. Did Hank know what went on in the tent? Had Randy ratted them out before he moved out? "Maybe if you go apologize and promise no more pranks you can convince him to stay," Hank advised the boys. They ran out of his office and right over to Randy's tent. "Randy, Hank told us you were thinking about leaving?" Nick started as they entered the tent. "Not thinking, doing," as I kept on packing. Mike reached out his hand to stop me. "Please don't go. We promise no more pranks. We'll do anything if you'll stay. We don't want you to go. Think of all the fun you'd miss out on," as the two of them spread their arms to show off their bodies. "Are you serious, you'll do anything if I stay.? "Yes, anything, Just name it," Nick answered. "Okay. Then drop your pants and get on all fours. I'm going to take your virginity right here and now," I said trying to hold in my laughter knowing this was a bluff. "Oh man, we kind of figured we'd loose our virginity to each other first then you later this summer when we were good and ready. But if that's what it will take," as they both started to undo their pants. Holy shit! Not only were they planning on fucking each other but then having me do them as well? And they're even ready to give it up to me now? My cock was hard as nails thinking about penetrating their cute asses but this one time my big head overruled my little head. I'm not one to be the aggressor and take advantage of a situation. "On second thoughts, I've already jacked off this morning and wouldn't enjoy taking your cherry as much as if I was fresh and horny. Button your pants up and just promise no more pranks. Okay?" "Sure, we promise. But the bulge in your pants tells a different story that maybe you are ready," Mike observed. "Maybe ready but not willing. Later, after you two have shared each other." They both came forward and hugged me, Nick giving me a kiss with a little tongue. "Hey Nick, how come you never kissed me like that?" Mike was indignant. Nick pulled away from my mouth and planted it on Mike, kissing him hard and deep with plenty of tongue. Mike responded with returning the passion and holding Nick in a tight hug. "Damn, that was hot," Mike exclaimed as he Nick broke the kiss. "I want more of that." "Not here, not now, you horndogs, I have to put my stuff away before you two go crazy. Go finish your chores and we can get together later." I went up to the office to let Hank know our plan worked. "Everything is settled, no more pranks and we're all good," I reported. "Glad it worked. I don't plan on losing any of you from my life right now. Who knows, maybe you three will take over here when I retire." "When will that be, in another 30 or 40 years?" "It will be when I feel I'm not doing right by my guests. Speaking of which, I have go do my rounds and make sure every thing is running smoothly. Want to come for a ride?" "Sure, I'd love to." We jumped in the golf cart and started around camp, stopping to chat with different campers to see how their weekend was going. When we got back, Nick had gone to the pool with his sister and Mike was splitting firewood behind the office. "So that's all it takes to run a campground, drive around and shoot the breeze with everyone?" I asked facetiously. "You think? Come in here for a minute and I'll show you something." Hank took me into his inner office and showed me his paperwork and his daily procedures. He had a checklist that was longer than the pre-flight checklist for a Boeing 747. Then there were the forms. Reservations, cancellations, registrations, liability releases, daily requests for wood and ice and such, inventory sheets for the items in the camp store, and on and on. Then there were license applications and requirements for propane, food stuffs in the store, septic and water reports. "And this doesn't include the bookkeeping work for the government." "Damn, you need about five more people to keep track of all this crap," I stated. "No, just have to get in a routine and stick to it. It is a lot of work but when I wake up in the morning and look out over the grounds or see the children in the pool or at the playground, families spending time together around a campfire at night, that's what makes it all worthwhile. No better job in the world." Hank explained with a smile on his face and a look of contentment I haven't seen on too many people I know. At the end of the day I made myself some supper and sat enjoying the end of a great day. I was glad that things calmed down with Nick and Mike. I headed to the shower to clean up and on my way back I was invited to sit with Nick and his family for supper. "Already eaten, thanks, but I'll sit for a while if you don't mind." "At least have some dessert, my wife makes a great bread pudding. It will give your peach cobbler a run for its money in the dessert category." Nick's dad, bragged. "Wow, not much goes on in this campground without everyone knowing about it," I noted. "Not much at all, let me tell you," he replied with a wink. Shit, did he know what Nick and I had been up too? Or the three of us? Have to just play this cool and let it pass. Nick's mother brought out her bread pudding and passed some around. "Mmmm, this is much better than my cobbler," I complimented her cooking. "Only because you didn't have to make it," she humbly replied. "What do you think, Nick, should we have a contest and see which one is better? We'll invite Hank as the judge," his father suggested. "If he brings his dandelion wine, dad, he'll vote for the pine needles on the ground as the tastiest," Nick fell out of his chair laughing. "As you said, Randy, not much goes unnoticed around here, embarrassing or not." Back to the all knowing theme. Careful Randy. I finished my dessert and thanked them for their hospitality. I went back to my site and started a small camp fire to relax. Mike came by after a while and sat down. "Mind if I join you?" "Glad to have your company. How was your day?" "Better now that I know you'll be here all summer," he grinned. The glow from the fire lit up his face so perfectly, giving me a warm feeling more than the fire could ever do. We just sat there looking at the fire then at each other and smiling then back at the fire. Finally Mike spoke up. "Hank says we can take his canoe and go up the river and show you the swimming hole tomorrow. Nick said he could go along too. Would you be interested?" "We have a pool right here if you want to swim." "Yes, we do. And it's full of chlorine and people. The swimming hole is nature at its best. And it's private, if you get my drift," he smirked. "Ohhh, well in that case, I'd love to go." "I'm going to turn in so I can get up early and get my work done in the morning. That will give us all afternoon up river. Hank said he'd pack us a lunch, I guess in case we want something else to eat," again with the smirk as he got and left. I let the campfire burn down and then put it out for the night. In my sleeping bag I boned up big time thinking about tomorrow's canoe trip and the swimming hole. I didn't want to jerk off, wanting to save everything I had for tomorrow. The next morning was another beautiful say in the woods. I poked my out of the tent to a sunny start, the fresh smell of pine trees mixed in with the occasional hint of smoke from someone's morning breakfast fire. I got dressed and hustled over to the office to see if I could lend a hand to Hank or Mike to get the chores done. Hank was all set so I went to help Mike load the cart with firewood and ice. I went with him on his route so I could jump out and make the delivery on my side of the road while he did the other side. Nick had also come to help and was walking around camp with an arm full of empty trash bags taking full ones out of the trash barrels and replacing them with empty ones. The full bags were tacked next to the barrels waiting for Mike and I to pick them up in the cart. Then the three of us attacked the shower house and the bathrooms, giving them a cleaning and picking up any trash or forgotten personal items that went to lost and found. Last was the pool to skim off any bugs and pine needles from over night and wipe the morning dew off the deck chairs. By 10:00 we had finished everything. "Damn, you boys are good when you're motivated. Maybe I should let you go up river every day," Hank joked. "I'll have you're lunches ready in a few minutes. Randy, have you ever been in a canoe before?" "No but I'm looking forward to it," showing my excitement for our trip. "It can be tricky but these two know all about canoes and what to do and not do. You sit in the middle and let the two of them have control. They'll take good care of you," he advised. Mike and Nick both smiled and giggle at the double meaning of me being in the middle and giving them control. A not uncommon scenario with them I chuckled to myself. We went and got the canoe and launched it into the river. Loaded in our gear, put on our lifejackets and got ready to shove off. Mike and Nick gave me a quick introduction in canoeing. Don't stand up, don't rock the boat and don't fall overboard. I did say it was quick. Mike and Nick maneuvered the canoe out into the center of the river and started paddling up stream. We hadn't gone too far when Mike announced he had to take a piss so we needed to go ashore. He and Nick got out to piss then stripped off their clothes. "What are you two up to?" I asked nervously. "We're out of eye sight so we thought we'd get comfortable. Want to join us?" I got out and took off my clothes as well. Then they surprised me by putting their lifejackets back on. They looked ridiculous standing naked with chubbed up cocks hanging out from underneath bright orange lifejackets. "Seriously, we're naked but you put the lifejackets back on?" "Hell yeah. If we tip over and drowned Hank would understand if we were found naked, but if were found with no lifejackets on he'd raise holy hell!" Mike explained. "But if we drowned what would it matter?" I continued to try and understand. "You know Hank, he'd find a way to chew our asses, dead or alive. I ain't taking that chance." We got back in the boat and continued up stream. I had a perfect view of Nick's ass hanging off the back of the wicker front seat in the canoe. I couldn't resist looking back and seeing Mike's dick and balls hanging off the front of his wicker seat. A slight variation of an old saying, I was 'caught between an ass and a hardon'. And loving it. We came around a bend in the river and the so-called swimming hole came into view. It was actually a medium sized lake with a small beach area. "This place is awesome! How come it's kept such a secret?" I asked them "Hank found this place when he first bought the campground . He and his wife would come up here on slow days and relax. It's his quiet place so he doesn't let too many people know about it. Now you know that makes three of us, besides Hank." As soon as the canoe was pulled up on the beach, Nick and Mike pulled off their PFD's (Personal Floataion Device) and ran for the water with me right behind them. The water was cool and refreshing after the being in the sun on the river. Swimming and dunking each other and general horse play before Nick came up behind me and grabbed my ass. "I saw you staring at my ass the whole way up here so now it's my turn for some ass." "And he was constantly turning around and looking at my cock," as Mike swam up and grabbed my cock. I returned the favor and grabbed both of them. "All I could do was look but not touch. You told me not to move in the canoe so now I have to make up for lost time." Nick spun me around and kissed me on the lips, a slight kiss at first. "Hey, share the goods," Mike said. "Save some for me" "There's plenty to go around. Randy is a hell of a kisser, " Nick told him. Mike grabbed me and planted his lips on mine. It was just mashing our lips together until I forced my tongue between his lips. He opened his mouth to accept me and then pushed his tongue into me. After a few minutes he broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. "Wow, Nick was right. That was better than any make out session I ever had with a girl." Meanwhile, Nick was rubbing my ass and stroking Mike cock, all of us super hard and horny. "While you guys are making out I should stick my cock back here again," as Nick shoved his stiff cock at my ass. "Wait, what? Did you guys fuck already without me?" Mike asked all pissed off sounding. "Nothing like that, Mike, it was just a dry hump. I didn't actually fuck him." "Dry hump? You're full of shit. There was nothing dry about it," I laughed. "Your cock was gushing more precum than the flood waters of Hurricane Katrina. But he didn't penetrate me. He was on my back and stuck his cock in my crotch and I tightened my legs to hold his cock. He humped my crotch until he shot his load all over the back of my balls. That's all." "You're both forgiven then I suppose." Mike smiled at us. We got out of the water and lay on the shore to dry off in the sun. We'd turn our heads from side to side now and then to smile at each other. What a sight, two naked teenagers and a middle aged guy laying naked on the beach with their stiff cocks pointing skyward. I was in the middle and took the opportunity to reach to each side of me and grab a handful of youthful cock. Slow stroking them, they returned the favor and did the same for me. "How did Randy's cock taste when you sucked it?" Nick asked Mike. "It was incredible. You should try it." "Maybe I will," as he moved over me to take my cock in his mouth. "No, not so fast. I'm not going to be your first cock. Mike deserves that honor. And you deserve the honor of having Mike give you your first blowjob." I covered my cock with my hand. I stood up and moved over to let the two of them be side by side. "Are you sure? I'd really like to suck you, Randy." Nick pleaded. "I'm not saying you can't but I want your best friend Mike to be your first." Nick and Mike looked at me, smiled, looked at each other and smiled even bigger. Mike put his hands behind his head and looked down at his cock and then at Nick. Nick took his cue and moved over to enjoy his first cock. He put his hand around the base to hold it steady then brought his mouth close. He stuck out his tongue and licked the precum off the tip. "Tasty. So far, so good," Nick commented and then licked the rest of the cock and lowered hi mouth down over it. Mike let out a low moan and moved his hands from the back of his head to the top of Nick's head. Nick moved slowly up and down, using his free hand to fondle Mike's balls. "Oh yeah, we should have done this a long time ago. This feels fucking fantastic!" "Mfhnd nushdbe ffokdi," Nick mumbled with a mouth full of Mike. "What the hell did you say?" Mike asked him, pulling his head up off him momentarily. "I said, you're damn right! This is awesome. I could do this all day long." "I'm not going to last that long so enjoy it while you can," as he pushed Nick's head back down on him. I was sitting up watching the two of them, slow stroking myself. It was special seeing best friends enjoying themselves in their first up close and personal endeavors of this kind. Mutual masturbation is one thing but this is something that really cements a bond between them. I was glad I passed and didn't let me be Nick's first. Mike started to moan louder and wiggle around on the ground. "I'm close, so close, you better decide if you're going to pull off or take my load in your mouth." Mike warned. More mumbling from Nick who showed no intentions of pulling back. Mike let out the loudest yell and shot his load, Nick taking it in his mouth and trying to swallow but there was way too much. It dribbled out the sides of his mouth and all over Mike's pubic hairs. When Mike had stopped pulsing out cum, he lay still trying to catch is breath. "Oh my god Nick, that's was the best thing I've ever felt. How was it for you?" "It was okay, I guess. Could have been better I suppose. Randy, let me try a real cock," Nick busted Mike's ass and started laughing. "Fuck you asshole," Mike shot back in jest. "Okay, maybe later." We both looked at him in shock. Did he just say he wanted Mike to fuck him and take his cherry or was his just goofing. I guess we'll just have to wait and see as the day progresses. Nick rolled on back laughing. "Now it's my turn," as Mike moved over to suck Nick's cock. "Not yet. I have something for you." Nick pulled Mike over to him and gave him an open-mouthed kiss, swishing his tongue in Mike's mouth to give him a taste of his own cum. "Not bad, but I'd rather get it right from the tap." Going down on Nick's cock with no hesitation. I was still sitting on the sidelines watching all this happening, slow stroking and not wanting to get off until they were done. Nick was so worked up from sucking Mike that he didn't last long at all. He shot his load and Mike did a much better job of swallowing all that he received down his throat. "No offense, Mike, but your mouth feels so much better than your hand. You can suck me off any time you want." "My pleasure, really. Same goes for you." I was glad to see they had taken they exploring to the next level. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go there, just yet. It was so hot to watch them but I'd rather not take a cock in my mouth and then gag or embarrass myself by not being able to finish. We lay in the sun and dozed off for a while. This was the most relaxed I've felt in ages. I thought being in my tent with the boys was good but this surpassed that big time. Naked in the sun soaking in their hot bodies, no hurry to go anywhere or do anything. I opened my eyes as I felt a hand grasp my semi hard cock. I saw nick on his hands and knees holding me and hovering over my cock with his mouth. "Didn't think we'd forget about you, did you?" I just grinned and closed my eyes as I felt his tongue and his mouth start to work my cock, bringing it to full hardness. I was enjoying my second real honest to goodness blow job of my life when Nick stopped sucking and yelled out. "Holy hell, what are you doing?" I opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Mike also on his hands and knees behind Nick, spreading his ass cheeks and flicking his tongue over Nick's hole. "It was sticking up in the air begging for some attention. So I thought I'd oblique." Mike said between licks. Seeing this made me so hot I almost came without Nick's mouth on me. "Oh man, that feels weird but so good. Please don't stop." Nick pleaded. Nick went back to sucking me but his concentration was now on the attention his ass was getting. I didn't mind, I was so close to cumming it wasn't going to take much more. Nick let out another yell, this time falling forward and landing on my chest. Mike had wet a finger and stop licking Nick's hole to gently push the finger inside him. "Fuck, that hurts. No, it feels good. Double fuck it feels great. Push it in harder," Nick begged which Mike gladly complied. Nick was gyrating his hips as Mike withdrew his finger then pushed it back in hard and as deep as he could, wiggled it around and did it all over again. Nick lay flat on top of me, reaching between us to grab his cock and mine together, stroking them as Mike finger fucked him. I picked up my head and kissed Nick on the mouth running my hands across his body. I hit my sensory overload and shot my cum out covering both our cocks. That pushed Nick over the edge as he added his juices to mine. Mike pulled his finger out and sat down next to us. "That was just a trial run. Next time it will be something bigger than my finger," he giggled. We got up and ran back into the water to wash off the cum. I had someone's cum all over my legs as well as my stomach and wasn't sure how it got there until Mike apologized by jerking off on me. The rest of the afternoon followed a similar pattern. Stroking, sucking, cumming and swimming until we were all exhausted and totally sexually satisfied. We ate the lunches Hank had packed and then got ready to head back down river. "This may be Hank's special place but I think it's our special place now as well." I proclaimed as we shoved off. We got back to the landing spot at the campsite and pulled the canoe out of the water. Carrying it back up to the rack behind the office, Nick's father came out in a hurry to meet us with a worried look on his face. "Hank has been taken to the hospital in the ambulance. He had a heart attack." We all stood there in absolute shock, frozen in our tracks.