Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2020 13:00:08 -0600
From: Lucky Slevens <7uckyslevens@gmail.com>
Subject: The Big Camping Tripp Part Final

The Big Camping Tripp

** This story is fictional and in no way represents real people or
places. This is a fantasy that depicts homosexual relationships between
teen and adult men. Just to clarify, I do not endorse cross generational
relationships where one side is underage in real life, again this is a
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Part Final

	Dreams billowing with semen, floating on electric orgasms, holes
and cocks are abstracts of shapes rushing past. I could live in this space
of endless satisfaction. It's warm embrace holding me to the infinite of
space far far away from the confines of reality. Simply existing no longer
hurt in this realm of my own desire. A hand job, riverside, woke me to a
world of pleasure I became instantly addicted to. An amphetamine I would
crave for the rest of time. But I knew I had to wake. I knew I had to face
the reality of my fear and shame. My father. Though I was no longer afraid
or ashamed. What me and Jr., and Oso, and Benny and D, and the rest did was
magical in every way sex should be. The unabashed way the guys talked about
sex every time they drank was noting compared to phantasmal force of my
experience.
	When I pulled myself from the euphoria of my deep slumber, it was
already daybreak. Spears of golden and crimson rays arched below the tree
line. I rummaged through the backpack next to my sleeping bag for a
cigarette and I lift a lighter to the tube of tobacco in my lips. Oso held
my waist and limited my movement, but I unzipped he side of the bag and sat
up. Jr. held Oso's long torso as well. The three of us crammed into a large
sleeping bag, naked but clean from the previous day's exploits, clung
together in an orgy of cuddles. I could have collapsed back into the tight
sleeping bag, but I was also ready to face the day.
	I woke a different person that morning. I felt it as I lifted Oso's
strong arm off my waist and shifted to the edge of the magical rock at the
edge of the lake. On one horizon, star glimmered in a haze of the dying
night sky and the other, light stabbed through the trees and finally broke
the canopy. I took a long drag of the half stale cig and exhaled into the
growing light before me. I was finally awake. A haze held me in a daydream
of a fabricated reality that obscured my desire and now I was alive,
cleared from obstructions.
	"Up early," Benny said from the other side of the rock. His naked
form looming, back lit and beautiful over the sleeping bag contain two of
the most beautiful people in my world.
	"Today's the day," I said. "I don't know what I'm going to say, but
I'm not scared anymore."
	"That's good. I'll be there, and D. Al feels guilty about throat
fucking you, but he said he won't let anything happen to you three. Your
dad is a nasty sonofabitch, mean as a rattler, has punch just as venomous
but I think he'll learn to understand."
	"Tell me how you took it," I asked.
	"Well, I was scared, at first. I made it sound like a Disney tale,
as if I accepted him day one. I was scared shitless. Jr.'s a tough kid,
smart as shit, like Al, he sees everything and understands things faster
but he's also single minded. He knew I was scared for him. This world isn't
forgiving, I learned that early on in life. I knew Junior was gay when he
was five. He was obsessed with boys, when he turned twelve, he acted on his
obsession. He was smart but not wise and didn't see the danger. The man
that took his virginity, well, let's just say he's not a threat
anymore. After that I had to make a choice, lock up my boy, keep him safe
from the outside world or let him learn."
	"What did you do?" I asked.
	"I've been known to be a bit passive, but not with Jr. I feel
guilty that I refused to let him date, fuck, even scolded him for being
gay. I saw only the black and white of it. Both sides would lead to him
being hurt. I hurt him really bad for a long time before I realized I was
the problem. I didn't teach him how to be safe, how to navigate this world
which could chew us up and spit us out without a second thought. He grew to
hate me."
	"Wait, this all sounds wrong. You two said� what about all the
blackmail? And the-"
	"That came after, not like we would tell you the bad bits day one,
Flaco. Everything was true though. After my divorce, Junior was insatiable
and I couldn't control him, and once he was hurt, I sort of shut it
down. It was a while before he blackmailed me. And once he did, the walls
sort of broke down. He mostly just wanted us to go back to before, I think
he missed us being us. So, he woke a part of me I suppressed for a long
time and I'm happy for that. I love my boy, and I regret being hard on him,
as well as letting him use me. He is single minded. But once he revealed to
me, he wanted to explore an actual healthy relationship, with you no less,
I decided it was time to let go. Maybe I'm just a bad father, but seeing
you two� three together, I sort of understand why he needs this. Its
something I wanted for him, but I am sad."
	"I doubt that you're a bad father, you're one of a kind Benito, a
world class dad," I said with a wide smile. He walked to the edge of the
rock and sat next to me. His strong arms pulled me into his side, and I
watched the sunrise in the comfort of his embrace.
	"I couldn't wish for a better person to pass my boy to. I know
you'll treat him right."
	As Jr. and Oso stirred awake, I noticed the rest of the guys
weren't here.
	"Where's D and Al, and the Rangers?"
	"We only had two sleeping bags," he said as he stood and returned
to packing his stuff. "They went back to camp. Hopefully your dad won't
suspect anything until we get back."
	"Damn, I lowkey wanted to have another train ride today."
	"You're insatiable," Jr said pulling a cig into his mouth. "I think
my dick is going to fall off. Even my ass feels worn out."
	"Same," Oso said. His amber skin glowing in the light revealed two
giant twin moon bruises on his neck. I examined my own, purple spread to
green marks webbing from blue and red centers from my neck to my thighs. I
giant red handprint outlined my entire ass cheek. And my cock itself was
red and tender. I fingered my asshole and it screamed in protest. Even a
light brush made it clench up which sent a searing pain up my spine.
	"You're not torn, but your hole is raw from the pounding you took,"
Benny said as he lifted underwear up his legs.
	I cracked a wild grin, "Did you inspect me while I slept?"
	"Yup," Jr. said with an exhale of smoke. "I did while Oso ate the
flood of cum pouring out of you."
	Oso blushed red as I looked over at him. "We just wanted to make
sure you were okay after everything, but you were passed out and when we
checked the cum wouldn't let us see deep enough and I was curious so I-"
	I turned to blabbering bear and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips
were dry, but smooth and soft. I inhaled deep as I sucked on his gentle
tongue. Jr. chuckled at the sight of us, so I pulled him into a three-way
kiss. Our tongues met in the center and I tasted the distinct taste of
them. One, smoky and salty and the other, bitter but sweet. I inhaled them
like a breakfast meal complete with coffee and we lingered a moment,
foreheads touching, eyes closed, simply inhaling each other's breath.
	"Let's get back, I'm ready to say what needs to be said."
	"About that, Flaco," Oso said in a whimper. "My dad-
	Benny said in a low gruff, "Both your dads and Vidal. All three of
them are psycho macho trash. Love `em to death, they're my brothers for
life, but I'll still call `em trash at their grave."
	"But-" Oso mumbled.
	"They won't do shit, Vidal's a pussy little bitch, and won't fight
unless he has back up, Cisco's a weak little bitch. . . Your dad though
Flaco, he could probably take me, Al and D. He'd loose, but he'd get us
good."
	"I'm good in a scrape," Jr. said. "If you weren't such a timid
shit, Oso, you'd probably be able to take all three."
	"You don't have to fight, Oso," I said lifting his bowed
face. "You'll get used to his teasing."
	I scanned over the empty rock. I smelled the crisp morning air here
and offered a moment of my own serenity to this place. Like praying before
an altar, I bid my farewell inside my still and silent mind. This rock is
the bed of my awakening and the foundation to how I wanted to live. Free,
open and gay as fuck.
	I climbed down the side of the stone and walked along the river
until I found the ATVs in the tree line. I tossed my pack into the small
trailer attached to one and I instantly jumped on and started it. Oso
climbed on and held my waist. Jr. shook his head and climbed behind Oso and
held onto him. I nodded to Benny as he climbed on his four-wheeler and I
head off down the river. I had half a tank and was determined to spend it
up.
	I pushed it up small ravines made by the rising river, bogged
through mud pits, spun doughnuts of cracked dry dirt up into air the whole
way. Jr. and Oso cheered in joy and fear as I tore into the forest,
sidewinding trees, barely avoiding branches and boulders. Benny stayed
close but he enjoyed an easy pace and calm ride while laughing at our
antics. As we approached the camp, marked by the trails coming down the
side of the hill to the river, I eased up on the accelerator. My body numb
from the vibration, I slowed to a stop. I twisted around and laid a sloppy
mud-covered kiss on Oso and Jr. The three of us squirmed around the seat
awkwardly to taste each other. Oso's grip on my waist never waned as he
slobbered my and Jr.'s lips. I could have died happy right there in a warm
embrace, and a tongue to suck.
	"You three ready?" Benny asked.
	"Yeah, I think we are," I said as we separated. The two of them nod
in agreement and I ride up the trail to our campsite.

	As we pulled up, the guys were barely coming out of their tents,
empty cans tossed everywhere, food still on the disk skillet from the night
before. Food'll be rancid, and the grease will have to be burnt off. D, Al
and Chris sat around the smoldering ashes. D and Al both looked sober and
ready, Chris however, was flippant and giggly even though looking as if he
was straight out of jail. He wore a dirty white wife beater, baggy chinos
tied at his waist with a thin black belt and was covered in tatts. Even his
shaved head held ink.
	"Chris," Benny called out. "Long time no talk, primo."
	"Ordale prim, surprised you even called for me.
	Benny cut out his bike and stood up. Chris also stood from his
folding chair and approached us. He arms wide and a grin cut up his check
breaking his smooth skin. They held each other the entire time me, Oso, and
Jr. unloaded ourselves and our stuff from the two bikes. I barely knew
Chris, he had always been closer to Benny and Jr., but I knew he was
friends with the whole crew since like high school. Jr. stepped up to Chris
expectantly. Chris let go of Benny and looked Jr. up and down.
	"Like a fucking weed, tall as a pinche tree now."
	Jr. just smiled and fell into Chris's arms. Chris was tall and
strong. His arms could have been as thick as my legs and Jr. looked so
small trapped inside of the python arms around him. I gawked at his
delicious frame, his dark blue green eyes inside deep set sockets. I could
almost taste the cholo as he felt my boyfriend's long slender torso.
	"Be ready, shit might hit the fan, tio."
	"Oh?" he asked. "Why, if I can ask."
	Jr. slid out of Chris's tight embrace and walked in-between me and
Oso, griped our hands but stayed silent.
	"Aaah." He glanced over to D and Al and they just pointed to the
three zipped up tents. "Well, until they wake, how `bout a sample of my new
shit," he said pulling a bag of pre rolled joints. "I named it after you,
hijo, Rainbow Mariposa."
	"Rainbow? Bit on the cheek don'tcha think?"
	"Well, I considered Fag Train. But I'm sure you have that
copyrighted and trademarked on your ass."
	I moved away from them and started cleaning up the skillet, loading
a new fire and prepping breakfast. I smiled at the playful way Jr., Benny
and Chris talked and how open they were about everything. Clouds of smoke
were soon billowing through the campsite as two joints circulated all of
us. Oso even took a few drags as food was almost ready. All of them
giggling as they caught him up on the drama about to unfold. But the second
one of tents moved, a wave of silence overcame them.
	My dad stepped out of his small tent and rushed to a tree to piss.
	"What the fuck happened to you three?" he shouted from his
designated piss spot. I looked myself up and down, dried mud flaking off my
skin and jacket. Oso's sleeves and Jr's back completely coated with died
muck.
	"We had some fun with the bikes while coming back up," I said wile
mixing scrambled eggs and chorizo together.
	He instantly gawked at Vidal's bike covered in mud. "Your fucking
cleaning that before we take it back up."
	"Whatever," I said completely absent from the conversation.
	"Boy," he said.
	"You need to calm the fuck down, vato," Chris said in a severe
tone. His voice completely opposite to a moment ago. My dad just gawked at
Chris from across the camp. "You aren't one to talk with all these cans
everywhere, primo. Fucking slobs."
	My dad just ducked back into his tent to change. Vidal and Cisco
were awake, tossing and turning inside their tent and soon all three of
them emerged. I lifted tossed down tortillas into the skillet and warmed
them as the three of them settled into their respective chairs.
	"Foods ready," I said.
	"Thank you, Flaco," Chris said as he passed a fat joint to Jr. My
dad's eyes were wide as Jr. ripped a massive toke from the joint and held
it in. Jr. stood up and passed me the joint.
	Dad instantly stood up, and I flinched. "Put that fucking thing
down," he shouted.
	"Fuck you, Dad," I said as I took a drag.
	"You grew some balls up there? One day away from me and you think
you can take me?" He pulled off his jacket and shit exposing his strong
chest and large arms. I knew personally the strength behind each
muscle. His bravado wasn't for show, it was all for real. Benny, Al and D
all stood up. Even Chris stood between us. His fists clenched and knuckles
burning red.
	"Try something, vato," Chris said.
	"What the fuck is going on here?" Vidal exclaimed.
	"You going stand between him and his own son? Really locos?" Cisco
said.
	"Stay out of this dad," Oso said in low voice.
	"Oh no, he's involved, Oso," Al said. "All this shit ends today."
	"What the fuck went on up there?" my dad shouted. "You all actin up
like little bitches. Chris, I brought you cuz Benny asked me to, but don't
think I want you here, stay out of this or else."
	"Or else what, vato?" Chris said squaring up.
	Everyone looked over each other with confused faces. My dad snarled
at us but looked to his buddies for back up. I took another drag from my
joint and dropped it to the ground and smashed it under boot.
	"Dad," I said as I undid my jacket and shirt. His eyes widened and
blazed as I undressed. The bruises and hickies exposed in their full
glory. "Sorry to break the news like this, but all your friends dicked me
down like the faggot I am." Every laughed at the dramatic declaration,
except the three before us. "Yesterday, everyone spent the whole day
unloading their massive cocks into my ass."
	"What the fuck?" Vidal exclaimed.
	"Your all fucking a kid?" Cisco asked. "Your friend's son?"
	"Yup," D said. "Even Game and Fish had their turn with him."
	"You're all fags? Flaming fudge packing faggots?" Vidal asked.
	My dad stayed silent. His eyebrows scrunched together in anger,
face burning red, arms clenched and shaking but he didn't move. His eyes
locked on Chris. There was something between them, an air of tension that
towered over the conflict with me.
	"Well," D said in a lighthearted chuckle, "lemme put it this
way. For Flaco's sweet tight ass I'll wear the fucking rainbow flag as a
cape."
	Our side got a chuckle out of D's flippant attitude, but the others
just glared at us like gargoyles on a castle. Chris however, continued his
death stare with my dad, an entire conversation between the two of them
with blank hardened faces.
	"Hermanos," Al said from our side. Cisco immediately peaked up from
his dead glare into Oso's eyes. "You ain't going to touch these boys
anymore. I ignored what you did to Oso, Cisco, because I thought it wasn't
my place to, but it's over. I saw him yesterday happier than I've ever seen
him in his life. But he clung to his fear of you for every second of it. He
was trapped in a cage of fear and self-hatred, and Flaco and Jr. opened
that cadge. You always told me I can see what others can't. Well, I can see
that you seriously hurt him. Seriously brother, he's fucked up, but I think
I witnessed his cure. You need back the fuck off him. He's no longer you or
your wife's psychopathic experiment."
	Vidal quipped, "Don't tell him how to-"
	"Vidal," Al said you're not a part of this, these aren't your
kids. Back off and I won't break your teeth in." Vidal immediately stepped
back.
	"Cisco. . . Edmundo," Benny said my father's name and the sound of
it hurt my ears. He despised the name and never let anyone call him by
it. I had never, not once referred to him by his name. "Our boys are
together, in love even, and it's time to let go."
	"He's not my boy, not anymore."
	"I figured you'd be like this," Benny said. "You're just like your
old man."
	"I'll fucking kill you for this, Benito. You're dead to me."
	"I remember him beating the fag out of you too," Benny said with
such sadness. The rest of them all flinched at the sound. But my dad got
angrier. "I think everyone saw it-"
	"One more fucking word-"
	Chris then stepped forward, "You don't know the half of it, Benny."
	"You shut the fuck up, you fucking faggot." My dad's entire face
burned red. I almost fell back in confusion. My dad's entire disposition
collapsed. He was a wild animal in a claw trap, desperate and scared. His
desperation made him a stranger I could not recognize.
	"When Edmundo senior found me and his son sucking each other off,
he beat the fag outta both of us. But he gave his son a lashing that put
him in the hospital."
	"Holy shit," I exclaimed, "Dad, really?"
	"He's a fucking liar."
	"You guys remember the summer we were `mugged,' and we spent weeks
trying to find the skinheads that did it? It was his own fucking dad. I
lied to cover for him, but after that, I had no reason to hang with y'all
since my boyfriend, Edmundo Junior, dumped me, convinced he wasn't a
fucking fag like me. I stayed close to you primo," he said to Benny, "but
completely gave up on my high school bottom bitch."
	"You're a liar," my dad muttered from clenched teeth.
	"But your married," I asked. "With kids." Jr. just laughed as if it
was inside joke.
	"Yeah," Chris said with a smirk. "Adopted. You see my hyna can't
have kids. It's hard when her plumbing is ten inches of uncut
chode. Maricon, through and through. Still getting used to the tettas but
you know, love is all about compromise."
	I finally fell back into my folding chair. Everyone was silent as I
pulled a cigarette from Jr.'s jacket. I inhaled a long drag as I processed
everything. Was this why he was so adamant about my femininity, my weak
characteristics, my faggy disposition? His own upbringing of pain and
repression forced onto me as his dad did unto him?
	"Is that why you hate me? Because I'm just like you?"
	My dad didn't respond with words, but his eyes burned like
hellfire. I took it as a yes.
	"Cisco, Vidal," I said. "Any confessions while we air our dirty
laundry."
	Cicso, not able to stay silent for more than a minute at time, "I
hate my wife."
	"We know," everyone said in unison.
	"All you talk about is fucking other women, dad. Even mom knows how
much you hate her."
	"I want to get a divorce, but she won't sign the papers because
it's a sin."
	"Still not an excuse to let her do that stuff to me." Oso's eyes
welled up but when Cisco stepped to comfort his son, Al stepped between
them. Cisco kind of collapsed in his stance. His bravado a sort of inflated
balloon days after a party.
	"I'll do better, son. I'll stop it."
	Vidal just stood there a long moment. "Fuck you fags, I'm outta
here. Bring my bike back. Cleaned and with a full tank. I don't care what
you shove up your asses, just keep it far the fuck away from me."
	"We will," Benito said with a nod.
	Vidal unhitched his trailer, jumped in his truck and left.
	My dad just stood there. The red in his face fading as he was
completely and utterly exposed, naked for the world to see. His machismo
was just a fa�ade. A paper house built after years of abuse. His
contorted reality fell like dead leaves. I almost pitied him. His hatred
bloomed from fear and pain from someone he trusted. Someone who should have
protected him. But instead of growing up like a normal person, he held onto
that pain and fear and hatred which completely consumed him. Evidence
enough that he was a hollow shell of a person before us. A vacant and
pathetic human grasping onto the last ounces of his pride.
	"Dad," I said dragging my cigarette as hard as possible. "I want to
hear it from you."
	He said nothing. His eyes locked down at the fire pit before him.
	"Dad, you owe me this," I said with such force it knocked him out
of whatever daydream held him. "I've never known anything but your wrath. I
don't know any way to navigate you but in fear. I knew your hatred grew
from someplace dark. But as the recipient of it, I deserve to hear it."
	"I don't owe you anything, you're a mistake, a fuck up, a bastard
because you don't have a dad. Don't come home, you're not welcome there
anymore." And my dad turned and slunk away to his truck. As soon as he
started it, he peeled out spitting mud and dirt all over the camp.
	"You okay, Flaco?" Jr asked.
	I lifted my cigarette to my mouth and took a last drag before
dropping the butt to the ground.
	For a little while, I didn't speak. My world had been shattered in
every possible way. I didn't have a home, I didn't have a family, all I had
was my ass, and my cock. A small black hole took me away into a void of
dark miasmic dread. I wasn't even aware I stopped breathing until Jr. shook
me back into reality.
	"I think your taking your high to dark place, babe."
	"I'm homeless," I said through small gasp.
	"You're going to live with me, babe."
	I turned to Benny standing over me, patting me on the shoulder. His
wide grin revealing straight white teeth under a forest of a beard. I
finally let the tears flow as suddenly everyone surrounded me. Hands lifted
me from my seat and pulled me into a group hug that warmed my cold
skin. The weight of them bearded down on me but also made me
weightless. Again, I floated but not on an electrified storm like my
orgasms, but on a cloud of billowy warmth.
	I don't know whose lips I found but I pulled them into me and
kissed them as hard as I could. Their strong tongue massaged mine as I
spilled tears between our faces. Then someone pulled me away and stole a
kiss. Then another until tongues surrounded me, enveloped me until I
finally opened my eyes to find everyone tasting my skin. Jr. was at my
waist, kissing and licking my small but budding abs. Oso was buried in the
nape of my neck, kissing the sensitive welts he gave. D and Benny were on
my ass, pulling my jeans down just enough to reveal my crack. Their tongues
worked as one force sliding down my cheeks until I was completely
exposed. My tears turned to soft moans as the tongues made their tithe to
my flesh. Jr. and Oso took one side each and worked their way down my
thighs and up my groin. My cock felt sore, but also ready for the new task
at hand.
	"Um gross," Cisco said as he turned his chair away and sat down
with a beer.
	"You might want to take a walk, Cisco," I said wiping away my dried
tears. "We can go for hours." He didn't acknowledge my advice and I just
shrugged.
	I turned to Chris, standing to my side, guiding his nephew to my
growing cock. His blue-green eyes stared deep into my soul, much like
Jr. and Al do, but his were deep pools of fearless water. I reached out and
pulled his solid form into my side. Our bodies collided as he embraced me.
	"You look just like your dad did when he was your age." His eyes
flooded me with a comfort I didn't expect. And when his thick lips brushed
against mine, he said, "I'm glad you didn't turn out like him."
	I instantly took his mouth into mine and his passivity surprised
me. His every movement took a slight force on my part before he did
anything. I lifted his hand from Jr.'s head and placed it on my chest where
he felt my skin up and down. With my other hand I forced his head into my
neck where he continued to kiss me gently. Then I saw Al, simply sitting on
his chair watching.
	"You want in on this?" I asked.
	"Thanks, but naw. Don't get me wrong, great blowjob yesterday,
Flaco, but still grossed out by men. I'll enjoy a wank at your expense
though. . . if you don't mind?"
	I closed my eyes again as waves of sensual pleasure rolled over
me. My cock and balls in one mouth each. Hot tongues massaging each ball,
head and shaft so slowly it was unbearable. Two scruffy men, beards and
stubble tickling my crack, tongues taking turns massaging my abused
hole. And Chris, feeling my body and kissing my lips. There was a nostalgia
in his touch. A deep genetic desire to feel him, to taste and explore him.
	"Sorry, Flaco," he said into my mouth. "I avoided you and your
family. I knew exactly what was happening to you but did nothing."
	"You bare no responsibility for this," I whispered. "I hardly know
you but thank you for coming up. I don't think this would have ended
peacefully if you weren't here."
	"Your welcome," he said with fluttering crystal blue green eyes. "I
took a long time to get over your dad, he was like you in so many ways
before he changed. So strong, so dominant but in a way that you wanted to
be dominated. I loved him, but he died that day. The day he was beaten. I'm
glad that piece of him could live on in you."
	I teared up at the sentiment. His words spoken from his own deep
wound released a lot of the fire still brewing inside of me. "Thanks," I
said through tears. "But I'm not strong like him, and hardly dominant."
	"Your submissiveness is completely rooted in a dominance that
everyone here respects."
	I look down to Jr. and Oso. Their eyes in agreement without saying
the words. D's tongue slid up my back until he found my ear.
	"Say stop, and I'll stop, say no, and I'll obey. You have all the
control, baby fag." D's words resonated in weird way. He told, straight up
he was an abuser. A douchebag of astronomical proportions.
	"Then stop," I said and everyone stopped. I didn't expect the
reaction. I sort of didn't think I had this kind of power. Jr. lifted his
slobbering face from my cock and Oso straightened out from under my pelvis,
both to look at me. I leaned down to kiss them. Our three-way kiss, awkward
but fulfilling. I turned to face D. "Sorry, D. And Benny, Junior is your
son, I don't-"
	Benny pushed his finger to my lips and shushed me. "No explanation
needed, son. He chose you. Come-on D, let the kids have their fun."
	D looked disappointed but his hand held my cheek a moment before he
turned away.
	"Chris, do you want to fuck me?" I asked. I turned to face him
directly. His dark cholo stash-goatee hid any expression. My stomach
dropped, thinking maybe he won't understand I clarify, "I mean you loved my
dad and said. . . well, do you want a goodbye?"
	He seemed to think of it a moment. The idea rolling around his head
before he kissed me. "No, Flaco, I don't. I loved your dad and thank you
for the offer. But I moved on a long time ago. You are a better man than
me, I would like it to remain so, lil vato." Chris gave me peck on the
check, but it felt as if it wasn't for me. I nodded and he turned to D and
Benny, who were now sitting in their chairs positioned to watch us. I
smiled at them.
	"Thank you, Benny, D, Chris," I turned to the other side, "Al, even
you Cisco." All of them cheered me with a drink or cracked a wild grin and
turned to the two forms lifting themselves from the ground to my eye
level. Jr.'s dark, cold, mischievous eyes were open and inviting. Their
darkness outlined by a warm haze like the twilight of a setting sun. And
Oso's own liquid amber eyes, like pools of honey dripping out of his
skull. I pulled their bare bodies into me and held them a moment.
	"Just the three of us okay?" I said. "I don't think I can share you
guys anymore. I'm laying claim to your bodies."
	Nothing was said for minutes as we stood in a huddle of our naked
muddy bodies. Though no words were spoken, an agreement formed between our
fixed gaze. Once the contract was struck, we broke into a frenzy of
slobbering licking and tonguing each other's faces. Their warmth fueled me
and slid down their hard bodies and stared at both of them as I pulled both
of their cocks into my mouth. Jr. stared at me, our eyes locked as I
wiggled my tongue between the two of them. Oso dove his face into Jr.'s
neck and he was in absolute extasy as we consumed him. I took each one, one
at a time, swallowing down until I couldn't breathe. I undulated my throat
and worked my tongue until they squirmed under my control. I savored their
flavors, nibbling on tight foreskin and groins until my own cock
pulsated. I almost came from giving them pleasure. I squeezed the base of
my cock and repressed the feeling while still swallowing down mouthfuls of
cock.
	Jr. took over to get all the attention as Oso stepped behind him
and submerged his face in-between Jr.'s cheeks. The two of us working
Jr. from both sides sent him into and uncontrollable shudder as he moaned
and shivered. His hands pulled at my bobbing head to slow me down, but I
resisted his weak attempt and he submitted to my fast and hard suction. I
was slurping and gagging as I shoved my face down onto the hard as steel
cock before me. I wanted to give it everything and even when it impaled my
tonsils, sending me lurching, I slammed my face harder into his groin. I
resisted every bodily function begging me to stop. When I could pass out
from holding my breath, I released his thick cock and focused on his balls,
but once I caught my breath, I took over his joystick and controlled him
like a game.
	Oso's own slobbering mixed my audible gagging and slurping was a
melody of the double attack Jr. endured. I couldn't stop my own cock
exploding as the smells sounds and tastes sent me into an orgasmic
tirade. I jerked my cock as it shot fat globs of cum all over Oso's
squatting figure opposite me. The milky ropes oozed down his terracotta
skin like serpents slithering for prey. I was reeling and gasping from the
force of my orgasm when I realized Jr. had escaped my mouth as I came, and
he unloaded his own buckets worth of spooge onto my face. I opened my mouth
for him, and he landed the remainder of his load into my hungry mouth.
	Oso leaned back and rubbed my spunk into his skin and brought the
webby mess to his mouth. I rode the orgasm but stayed fixated on the two
statues of men before me. Their toned and hard bodies shuddering from the
force between us. I stood up and kissed Jr. with my cummy mouth and he
gripped me as hard as he could, holding to reality while simultaneously
riding a cosmic thunderstorm of pleasure. Four arms gripping onto my back,
a cage I felt freer in than anywhere else.
	I eyed Oso's evil glare and responded with a smirk. He released us
and turned about. I released Jr. and he just giggled as I approached Oso's
vulnerable form. I kissed his neck and back as my hands explored his two,
firm ass cheeks. Something about his even hue, his dark red brown skin
glowing in the morning light, absent of tan lines, radiating heat into my
own body, made me crave him like a vampire does blood. He gave himself to
me, submitted to my mouth as I tasted every inch of his skin. My tongue, a
serpent of sin, worshiped his body and my teeth bore down every time I
couldn't stand how turned on I felt. He moaned gently and graciously with
incoherent yeahs and unghhhs. Until I reached his crack, I found plains of
amber flesh turned to mountains and I slid my tongue down the valley
separating them. He bent over to give me full access to his body. I felt
like I was exploring the world with only the flavors to navigate me.
	I took a hard bite out of one of his supple cheeks, but he didn't
moan, Jr. did. I looked up out of shock. Oso's moans were silenced my Jr.'s
uncut cock sliding up and down Oso's hungry mouth. My bite caused a flinch,
a gasp, and for a reverberating up Oso's body through Jr.'s cock. I keep my
fingers active around his tight pink hole but watched Oso's face bury
itself in Jr's pubes. Jr. also watched the bronze sculpture of a man submit
to the two of us and we both stiffened at the sight of him.
	Oso's agency has changed so much, much more than mine, in the last
few days. I couldn't believe how horny I was at the simple the sight of
him. He was taller, stronger, bigger, darker, and in every way, better than
me. His cock was thicker, longer, and hotter than mine. But my fingers
controlled him, and now he was mine. Owned was the wrong word, but I wanted
to brand him with my name and never share again, except with Jr. I would
share everything with him.
	Jr was also sculpted from a better stone. His body and fine
portrait of a man. Smaller than Oso, but bigger than me in every way, and
yet, if I ordered it, he would submit to me. I had a power over them that
made my whole body harden in response.
	A mirror in my mind shattered in that moment. The image of myself
that I compared everyone else to. They wanted me in spite of my smallness,
my inadequacies. But am I inadequate if I'm their preferred choice? They
all wanted me, and that must have meant I was. . .
	I was so turned on I could stop myself from entering Oso's
vulnerable body. Tears fell down my cheeks as Oso took me, swallowed me
up. The trigger to my outpouring of happy tears was,
	"I fucking love you, Flaco. I've always fucking loved you."
	Oso's body curved up and he held my tearing face, his face turned
to me. His hot mouth open and gasping warm air into my own mouth. His eyes
were dark without the light, and not like pools of honey but of solid
amber. He was serious, his face determined to let me know.
	"I've dreamt of you for years. I've wanted you to be my eternity."
	He wants me. As I am, here, now, not later whenever I grow into my
body like him, or like my dad. He wants me. And I want him, I want both of
them. I want them to be mine.
	I look at Jr.'s confidant face, smirking an evil smile. His fingers
lubing his ass, and he turns around. He back up on Oso's body and he fits
right into the shape of him.
	"You're a good lay, I guess."
	 I slow my thrusts, allowing Oso to position himself. I hold the
both of them in my grip as we squeeze Oso's body with our own. We moaned so
deep, our guttural animal cries as we feel each other. The pressure, the
orgasmic pressure of the three of us linked together by our cocks. A chain
of something I thought I'd never have, of actual physical and emotional
feelings.
	Oso rocks back and forth and I came instantly. Lightning took over
my body as I pushed deeper and harder into them, our orgasms flooding us
with orgasmic energy that sent us into a cosmic fit of crashing waves. Our
selves, our individuals, blasted asunder. And a reformation of energy sent
us translucent and corporeal as we held each other of timeless hours there
in that campsite. Our bodies shifting, trading spaces but the result was
the same, an endless maelstrom of pure magic overloading our senses until
we were drunk on it. Smashing harder and faster, knowing each other wanted
it as much as we needed it.
	My weak body stood still as Oso took my throbbing and pulsating
cock deeper and deeper. Then hard trust forward into Jr.'s hungry ass. His
cock also exploded in his hand, but Oso was insatiable as he took us, from
both in front and from behind, and used our bodies to climax. I couldn't
cum anymore. I was dying from the over stimulation, but I wanted to give
him every inch of me. I wanted him to ride and fuck until I passed out. His
hard and fast rhythm was getting harder and harder to counter, so held onto
his torso. He was like a bucking bronco and I was a rider long ago tossed
off, trapped by the saddle and dangling for dear life.
	My orgasm lingered, lifting higher and higher as my sensitive but
still hard cock was worked with a speed and force, that I didn't want to be
released from. I felt myself transcending, exiting my body and floating
into the thundering nebula above me. But I didn't want to escape. I bit
down on whatever I had before me to stay tethered to reality.
	Oso's moaning voice as my teeth sunk down into his tight flesh told
me he was cumming. I felt like collapsing but he held me tight behind
him. Still grinding his hips forward and back, back and forward. My limp
cock flopped out of his ass with a river cum flooding out of the unplugged
hole. Jr. caught me before I completely hit the ground, I laughed, but his
face was hard and serious.
	"Babe?" I asked but I saw, before I finished.
	My dad stood at the edge of the camp, his eyes flooding down his
eyes. Benny and Chris stood between us and him. His hands reaching. . .
	My gut dropped and I mustered every last bit of strength to run
before I realized he was jerking off. Like Al at the rock, he couldn't
resist the sight of us. With the rush of adrenaline fading but giving me
better vison, I watched him. He was about fifty yards away, his hands on
himself and jeans dropped to his knees. His eyes were full of envy,
dripping with shame. His body hard with desire. That's when I noticed the
rifle at his feet.
	I don't know what was on my face, what his jealous gaze saw in
mine, but he finished and walked away. He had come back to kill me. But he
saw us and stopped. He saw me and jerked off at the sight of me and my
boyfriends fucking each other. . .
	Everyone stood around, gawking at each other.
	I turned to my folding chair and kneeled into it.
	"Jr.," I said. "Oso, I'm not spent yet."
	The two of them looked over my body, my ass open and ready for
their assaults. Oso just smirked and lined up his cock to my hole. "I'll
never get tired of this."
	"Even if I beg for you to stop," I said harshly, like a demand and
in a voice I didn't know I could muster. "Don't stop until I'm passed
out. I want to cum so hard I transcend into the afterlife."
	But we didn't stop.
	We never stopped.
	Even when that Big Camping Trip was over, we were linked together
in an endless chain-link fuck and always found that peak, that rock above
the lake of our mutual pleasure. Always on my mind was the hallowed ground
of my faggot awakening. The men surrounding me, inside of me, victims of
repression and hate were the healers of the wounds they themselves
opened. Not physical wounds, but the literal rearing open of my psyche
where I learned to finally see myself. As if a fog lifted from my mind and
I saw myself in my entirety. My desire flooded me and now I have the voice
to demand it from them, the two who enjoy me as much as I enjoy them.
	"Oso, Jr.," I said. Their groaning and moaning bodies take my voice
and I cannot say what I wanted to say anymore. But their bodies take turns
invading me, using my raw and exposed body as no more words needed
sharing. We understood each other through a link between sweaty skin and
groping hands. Through pulsating spurting cock and hungry hole. Everything
that needed to be said was said.

End

** This is the end of The Big Camping Tripp, and I hope you enjoyed
it. Please feel free to email me at 7uckyslevens@gmail.com with comments
and critiques. I have many ideas for more stories but let me know some
categories to consider as I take a short break before back to school. As
for Flaco, Oso, and Jr., their story is finished but send me your ideas on
how they are living on in your head cannon, I love reading them and I
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would not have an ending. Thank you all for reading the first story I've
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