Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2018 16:00:01 +0100 (CET) From: MuDPhuD Subject: Sleep Away Camp - 3 Disclaimer: The author does not condone any of the acts in this tale. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Frank H. Netter extensively mapped the human anatomy through cadavers but he was not a necrophiliac. Support free speech and stop censorship or die in a fascist world. This is FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18, if you are not an adult according to the laws of your country, OR if you are easily offended. This story contains sexually explicit material suitable for adults. Please DONATE to Nifty. This site has been around for so long and helped so many of us express and share our fantasies. My one request, from you, dear reader, is if this story makes you cum, donate $1. If you're coming back to re-read this story, donate $2. --- Sleep Away Camp - 3 by MuDPhuD "It's time for your surprise," Kings whispered next to Luke's ear. Luke felt his face redden and heart beat faster. As the rest of the other campers filed into the mess hall, Luke continued chatting with his fellow campers as his blue eyes followed Kingsley's departure. Packing his lunch tray, he stuffed his half-eaten sandwich and juice box in his pockets and returned to get more food. Kings meandered past scores of adolescents, following signs to the stables. The camp director finally permitted him to take one of the horses up to the Highland cabin for a night. The secluded and sparsely furnished cabin boasted views of the lake and mountains. One of his fellow counselors offered to look after his campers if he got some weed. All-in-all, Luke's surprise cost Kings half his stash and a week's pay, but it'd be worth it. The journey would take the better part of the afternoon, so he began saddling a very tame Quarter horse. Fifteen minutes after leaving the mess hall, Luke sprinted towards the stable with a plastic bag packed with sandwiches, bottles of water, and a half-empty bottle of lube. The stable was quiet except for the occasional neigh and whinny as Luke sneaked into the converted barn to watch Kingsley saddle Sammy the horse. Dressed in simple blue jeans, white shirt, and boots, Kings evoked images of a young Clint Eastwood. The 6'2" college stud heedfully brushed and dusted Sammy. Cephalic and basilic veins strained against his sculpted arms as he lifted the saddle overhead and placed it gingerly on the blanketed horse. Luke delighted in watching how Kings' muscled back work to lace the leather latigo through the cinch. As the lean cowboy finished buckling the breast collar, Kings noticed the spying boy and waved him down. By the time Kingsley secured the horse's bit, Luke sauntered to an empty stool and felt his excitement build. Last week, Kings hinted at a surprise birthday present. And for a week, Luke attempted to pry the secret after each and every load Kings pumped inside him. Two days ago, he attempted to tease Kings by withholding his sucking mouth. However, Kings refused to budge and began pulling his pants up. Luke pouted and joyfully returned to sucking and swallowing Kings' flavorful, yet distinct semen. Kings only hinted it would be special. "Almost done?" Luke asked, grabbing a brush and stroking the horse. "Nearly," Kings replied, petting the gentle horse's nose. "Got enough food?" "Yeah. Where's the pack?" Luke asked looking around. Kings pointed to a hanging canvas rucksack. Stuffing the plastic bag of provisions hastily inside, Luke had trouble closing the pack. Kings walked over and gently assisted the struggling boy. Reorganizing and clinching the pack shut, the sweaty dust-covered man secured it to the saddle. *** Cantering through the woods, Luke wrapped his thin arms around his lover's waist, his head resting on the broad shoulders. Luke had only started riding horses this summer but it felt amazing to ride this way. Together, relishing Kings' body heat radiating from his firm supple torso. Luke could feel each abdominal muscle ripple to maintain their balance as Kings maneuvered and reigned the horse. Despite the suffocating summer heat, Luke couldn't help but hug Kings closer. Luke couldn't be this affectionate when they were around other campers, so he took full advantage of their isolation. He felt so happy and wished that the moment would last forever, that the thought of August sent a shiver down his spine. Instinctively, he snuggled closer and ground his hips against Kings' firm backside. Kingsley felt the boy's errant fingers caress his pronounced pectorals, gently rubbing the hard brown nipple through the shirt, before fondly resting on his crotch. His cock flexed in turgid expectation, an unabashed lust. Luke was fascinated he could trace the large appendage through the thick jeans. "Don't get me hard, bro," Kingsley gruffly grunted, never taking his eyes off the trail. Luke ignored this and made tiny circles right where Kings' jeans began filling. Still hugging the cowboy, the boy rubbed the engorged length lazily. Then spreading his thighs, "Dude, whip my cock out," Kings ordered. Using only his tactile senses, Luke carefully unsnapped the top of Kings' jeans. Kings stood up on the stirrups to let Luke unzip and free the rapidly hardening cock. Sitting back down on the horse, Luke wrapped his soft shapely fingers around the thick girth. Kingsley willed himself not to break and save it for later. However, the boy's skilled fingers only goaded his insatiable hunger for Luke. For another union of cock and ass and watch the boy struggle to hold his cum inside. Luke could feel the meaty shaft twitch and flex, thick veins throbbing with blood. He knew Kings wanted to fuck him again, he always did after lunch. Precum gushed and splattered everywhere as Kingsley heeled the horse to a light gallop. Passing the last mile marker pointing back to camp, Kings pulled the horse from the path and onto a hidden trail. "Luke, get off," he said when the horse came to a full stop. Startled and a bit apprehensive, Luke looked up to Kings' steely gray eyes. "Get off," Kings repeated, fixing the boy with a wicked smirk. Dubiously, Luke released the messy cock and wiped his hands on his shirt. As they slid off the left side of the horse, he squinted up at Kingsley. "You wanna ride me?" "Ride you? How?" Luke asked, unsure. "Take your jeans off and sit on my saddle horn," Kings winked at Luke suggestively, stroking his raging dick. Luke blushed just as hard as the time Kings took his virginity. Heart beating wildly, his hands shook with titillation as he gave a shy smile. In half a minute, both Luke and Kings were pantless and grinning at each other. Kings re-saddled himself back on Sammy and looked down at Luke's pinky-sized erection. Kings leaned down, and, gripping the tall boy under his hairless armpits, lifted the 90-lbs lad off the ground and settled him down on his lap. Facing each other, Luke wrapped his arms around Kings' neck and kissed him. Back arched forwards and his hips pressed against Kings' waist, Luke embraced Kings like a man clinging to a lifebuoy. Kings felt Luke's his 2.5-inch pecker press against his belly button. Wordlessly, Luke reached back with his right hand and adjusted the hard phallus so it rested on the boy's bruised pink hole. Kings' angry harpoon pressed hard before the tip pierced the boy. "Aaah!" Luke moaned in exquisite pain. Like a grotesque totem pole, Luke carefully slid himself further down. All the while, Kings kissed the young boy's right ear. Kings spent hours playing with Luke and adroitly mapped his erogenous zones. He knew that nibbling on those tender earlobes would turn the boy into play-doh. Kings clicked his tongue and Sammy started an even strut back on the trail. Luke buried his face in Kings' comforting shoulders before Kings' cock popped free. Annoyed, Luke looked back and repositioned himself as Kings slowed Sammy down. With the reigns on his left hand, Kings reached under Luke's pale buns, gripping the thick cudgel, guide it to the boy's fluttering orifice, and pushed. Grimacing in determination and spreading his thighs further apart, Luke slowly forced his ass down. The broad arrowhead nudged him roughly, forcing the tiny mouth to open wide. The drooling tip slipped in with a wail, Luke bit his lover's neck. It didn't draw blood, but Kings felt a sharp sting. Soon, Luke's buns snugly hugged Kings' monster erection to the root. For Luke, every little movement felt like the man's cock was stabbing his stomach. "Ah! Ah! Ohh!" Luke gasped, his eyes pressed shut. Adjusting to the large cock was difficult with the constant motion. However, the swaying motion supplied an inexplicable thrill as that familiar warmth rocked his body. Sammy started climbing a hill and the new position angled the thick meat against the immature prostate. Shots of intense, erotic currents circulated between the pair. Luke began a gentle suction on King's tanned briny neck, trying to stifle a frenzied howl. Each thrust threatened to release the cry dammed in his throat. Kings felt his low hanging balls draw tight against his shaft. Luke let forth a high soprano whine as he bounced faster and higher. "AAAAHHHH!" wailed the peach pink boy, hanging on for dear life. Sammy started galloping as they overtook the hill. Kings slanted slightly and it aroused a profound, visceral passion in Luke. He slumped against Kings and felt a rough hand squeeze his milk-white buns. Kings kneaded and massaged the smooth mounds and Luke forced his ass down on the pulsing prick. "Luke! Fuck!" Kings grunted into the boy's ear. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." "Ah! Argh! Yeah...do it!" begged the incoherent 10-year old. Sammy vaulted over a log and Kings' cock buried itself to the root. SPLOOSH! Teen cum ejected violently into the boy. Luke felt the cock expand and fill him with seed. "K-K-Kings! Ah! Fuck!" Spasming involuntarily, Luke felt his own cock throb and spew invisible boy spunk. Both riders panted, tasting the heavy perfume of sex around them. Cum, manly perspiration, and preteen ass juice filled their olfactory glands. Luke quivered as he felt Kings' shaft slowly soften. Sad for losing that enslaving hardness, Luke was happy the semi-hard cock didn't slip free. Held tightly by the boy's constricting sphincter, Kings marveled how Luke squeezed every drop of cum from his heavy testicles. Kings' cum sloshed around and leaked into the leather saddle. Luke kept his eyes closed as he bathed himself in the sexual afterglow. The reassuring warmth Kings radiated felt all-consuming. "Kings..." Luke softly whispered, keeping his eyes closed and hugging Kings closer. "I...I...I really like you." "I really like you too, babe," Kings heaved back, still breathless. "Really?" "Really, really." Trotting past some curious deer, Sammy started bucking in angst as he neighed and snorted. "Woah! Easy boy!" Kings soothed the horse, readjusting the reigns. "I think he can smell my cum in your butt!" Kings murmured, nibbling on the boy's soft nape. "He might be jealous," Kings joked as he squeezed the boy's soft bum. "Shut up!" Luke playfully growled back. "Come on, let's put our pants back on," Kings urged, lifting the boy off his lap. Kings hated breaking Luke from his sex haze, that post-coital zugzwang. A loud squelchy POP came as the clingy, cum-drenched hole released Kings' soft cock. Setting Luke down, the boy looked at him in mild disappointment for the rude separation. As they retrieved their pants from the pack, Luke pointed between Sammy's legs. "Haha, I guess Sammy's horny too!" Luke laughed, using dried leaves to wipe up the deluge of sperm running down his legs. "Who wouldn't be horny around you?" Kings said, grabbing the boy by the sides and tickling him. "Ah! No...Stop...No...haha..." Luke gasped as Kings hugged him and wormed his way into his very ticklish armpits. "Hey, I dare you to touch it!" Kings taunted, wiggling his eyebrows. Luke shot him a look as he finished buttoning his jeans. "No! That's gross!" Luke chortled back, expertly climbing back on the Quarter horse. Kings just smiled and climbed behind Luke. Luke sat proudly as Kings wrapped his arms around the boy's lithe athletic frame. "Ok, "Lyle", whatever you say," Kings sighed, tickling him for one last time. Luke elbowed Kings' stomach, before kicking the horse into a full run. Luke felt invincible as the late afternoon breeze brushed his face while Kings kept him close. An hour later, a brilliant display of reds, oranges, and purples colored the setting sky. Luke steered Sammy easily, enjoying the deft fingers rubbing his nipples as Kings navigated and whispered sweet secrets. *** The couple had spent the better part of the dying daylight away from each other. While Luke braved the darkening forest in search of suitable firewood, Kings prepared the site. As Kings unsaddled and brushed Sammy, Luke would interject with some shiny insect or interesting leaf he found. By the time Sammy was watered and fed, Luke had already started a fire from flint. Pride welled in Kings' chest, seeing the boy master skills he personally instructed. After dinner, the shirtless boy sat curled in Kings' lap, playing with the man's soft chest hairs. Chirping crickets and buzzing cicadas harmonized with the crackling logs in the fire pit. Kingsley pulled a rolled joint from the pack and lit it. Inhaling and puffing three monstrous mushroom clouds of smoke, Luke felt a euphoric wave wash over him. "Kings?" Luke peeped, breaking a lifetime of silence. "Yeah?" "This is the best birthday gift ever," the boy sighed, looking up at Kings and pecking him on the cheek. "This was the only gift you got so far," Kingsley chuckled, poking the fire with a stick. Luke fished through the open pack and retrieved a Hersey bar. Tearing the package with the care a 10-year old, Luke offered a chunk to Kings. "Want some?" Luke asked, his cherry red lips spotted with chocolate. "Nah, I'm good," Kings declined before offering, "Here, try this." Luke took the glowing joint and imitated his cowboy. As he inhaled, his lungs spastically contracted with the pungent smoke. *COUGH**COUGH**COUGH* Kings chortled as Luke fought for oxygen. Luke's eyes watered, pushing the joint back on Kings. A tsunami of heat and giddiness ravaged him. Light-headed and swaying slightly, Kings rubbed his back comfortingly. Taking the joint, Kings continued to smoke, blowing the aromatic fumes into the clear night sky. Stamping the roach on the side of the log they sat on, Kings started retelling a frightening camp story. A version of the escaped lunatic with a hooked hand. Luke hated scary stories, but curled in Kings' lap he felt safe. Avidly acting out the suspenseful parts of the story, callused hands caressed and tickled Luke. All too soon, the roaring fire dwindled to a steady burn before the dying embers were the only red under a sea of stars. "Luke? You sleeping?" Kings asked, his right hand rubbing the boy's back. Met with only the chirping cicadas, Kings picked Luke and gingerly laid him on the open sleeping bag. Kings went back to the fire and relieved himself, gripping his shaft and letting a golden stream douse the coals. In his high, Luke imagined his piss showering Luke. He laughed inwardly when he thought of pissing on the boy now and waking him up. Kings dismissed the thought, reasoning, it was the boy's 11th birthday. Settling himself next to the sleeping camper, he watched and listened to Luke's mousy snores. Luke's lips were slightly open and Kings went in for a kiss. Kings captured this moment. Years later, when he bit into a Hersey's bar, he would again relive the Summer of Luke. Over the course of the night, the couple shifted from a spooning position to Luke lying on Kingsley's chest. Tucked right under Kings' hairy armpit, Luke started his 11th year in bliss. Both in deep dreamless slumber, the forest sang as meteors flashed over them. TBC? --- Want more stories? For every 10 feedback/comment emails I receive, I'll post a new story or installment. My other stories include: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/sleep-away-camp http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/travel-baskeball-coach http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/fallback-sitter