Date: Sat, 09 May 2020 18:08:57 -0400 From: Jonathan Subject: A Week in the Woods WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between a grown man and a teenage boy. 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 This is a story about the sexual awakening on four young friends and their guys only camping weeks. A Week in the Woods My name is Greg Lombardi. I grew up in the middle class suburbs of a medium sized town in Colorado. I was an only child and spent after school on my own most days. My parents both worked to give me the comfortable life style I enjoyed. I had three close friends, Peter, Mike and Smitty, with whom I spent most of my free time with during the school year and almost all of my time with during vacations and summers. Peter McPherson had an older brother who was in high school and going to college next year. Mike Simpson had two sisters, one older and one younger. And Smitty, Reginald Jamerson Smith to his parents, was an only child like myself. As close as we were, our parents were just as close. They would all go out to dinner on weekends, have monthly parties or cook outs for whatever holiday was in that month and if there wasn't a holiday, they'd make up one. In March they always had a "I'm Dam Sick of Winter" party. That one was always a neighborhood favorite. And every year we would all go camping for two weeks in the summer, one week with the whole family and the other week with just the husbands and the boys. This summer was going to be the first 'guys' week that Peter's brother would miss as he wanted to spend as much of his last summer at home with his close friends. My friends and I were 12 this summer and enjoying the onslaught of puberty. We would constantly announce our weekly hair count on Saturdays to see who was maturing faster. For as close as we were showing our pubic hair as beyond anything anyone of us would have been brave enough to do. We were all a little timid and although we bragged about our development, bragging and showing were two totally different things. When the 'guys' week arrived our fathers loaded up two of the minivans, one with equipment and supplies and two of the dads and the other with all of us boys and the other two dads. We left at daybreak for our four hour trip to the campground. We were going to a different campground than the other years as our reservations had got messed up. We ended up getting two sites, with one being down near the lake. The boys wanted that one. The two sites weren't connected like the other campground so we felt like we were camping on our own, a taste of freedom and independence. But our dads admonished us not to be screwing around and causing any trouble. We set up our tent and then went to the other site to help our dads set up the kitchen area and the rest of the equipment. My dad had ordered some firewood when he registered and was told it would be delivered. A tall slim built young man, Brendon, who worked at the campground came by on an ATV with three bundles of wood on the back, two for our dads and one for our site. He looked to be in his late teens, 19 we found out later. He offered to drop the other bundle at our site so I went with him to show him where it was. But he already knew and told me to climb on the back and he'd give me a ride. Arriving at the site, he dropped the wood and then looked out over the lake. "This is my favorite site in the whole place. Sometimes I sneak down here late at night when the moon is out and go for a swim. It's so quiet and secluded, feels like I own the whole lake." "Sounds fantastic! Maybe we'll take a night swim this week." "Just don't get caught. The owners don't want anyone swimming in the lake, only the pool, liability bullshit or something like that." "Good to know. Thanks." Brandon gave me a ride back to the main site and then sped off on his ATV. With everything set up our dads made lunch and then we were going to explore the rest of the campground. As we headed off, our dads settled in with a beer and a nap, the start of the perfect week according to them. Our first stop was the rec hall to see what they had for video games. Mostly old titles, a pin ball machine and a couple of pool tables. From there to the playground and then to the in ground pool. The playground only had kiddie rides but the pool was awesome, with a diving board and a slide into the water. There was a lifeguard on duty so we could swim without our parents as long as we behaved ourselves. We didn't have towels but it was a warm afternoon so we jumped in and swam for an hour then sat on the chairs to dry off. We went back to the main site and started getting some food prepped for supper. It was early but we were starving. We were also feeling pretty independent, go swimming when we wanted, exploring the campground on our own and having our own site away from our dads. We finished supper, cleaned up while our dads started a campfire and then sat around listening to stories about when our dads were young and some of their high jinks they pulled. "But don't you boys try any of those things," they waned us. "And remember, what happens in the woods, stays in the woods." Wow, we got to hear forbidden secrets about our fathers and got included in 'adult' talk. As the fire was burning down, we left for our tent by the lake. Independent men of the woods, that was us. Bravado was just oozing from us. Walking down to the lake, we made plans to go swimming later after we were sure our dads were asleep. So for now we went into the tent and sat on our sleeping bags to talk. The subject of the weekly pubic hair count came up. We had been so busy with the preparations for the trip and setting up our sites and such, none of us had given any thoughts to counting. "Maybe we should just drop our shorts and count now so we know each one of us is telling the truth?" Smitty suggested. He was always the more outspoken one of the group. "What, right here in the tent? With the lantern on?" Mike gasped. "We can get in our sleeping bags and use a flashlight to count," Peter offered as an alternative. "What about you, Greg? You man enough to show your stuff out in the open?" Smitty dared me. I was feeling emboldened by the way the day had gone. But I knew if I hesitated or over thought it that I wouldn't have the nerve to 'drop trou' in front of them. So I stood up, stuck my fingers in my waistband and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. Then kicked them near the door flap of the tent. The flap was unzipped but closed. There were gasps, giggles from the guys and kudos from Smitty. "Way to go Greg. Glad to see someone has some balls in this tent." He shown his light on my crotch and then proclaimed, "You got balls, but no pubes yet." much to my embarrassment and everyone's enjoyment. "Fuck you Smitty, I've more hair than any of you. You just wanted to see my weiner, that's all." I said as I turned to retrieve my shorts. As I bent over to pick them up, Smitty lunged at me and gave me a hard shove, pushing me right out of the tent into the night air without a stitch of clothes on. They zipped the door flap and despite my protest, wouldn't let me back in. "You can come back in when you grow some hair," Smitty offered. "You're an asshole, Smitty, let me in before someone comes along." "No one is going to come down to this end of the campground. And if they do, we'll hear them laughing at your bald weiner." Snickers and giggles erupted again in the tent. I turned around and the moon was full but not very high in the sky. There was a slight warm breeze and the smell of pine trees in the air. It was peaceful and serene I stepped away from the tent and was enjoying the fact that I was outside naked, a boy, I mean a man alone with nature. The tent got quiet and Smitty whispered out to me. "Greg, are you there. We'll let you back in, We were just having some fun," and unzipped the door flap. "I'm staying out here. It's so awesome being naked outside, feeling the breeze against my body. You don't know what you're missing." One by one they all came out of the tent. And walked over near me. Being naked outside like this and then my friends coming over to me gave me an erection. There I stood in all my glory, stiffy pointing straight out in front of me, smiling to myself. "Dam, Greg, you may not have much hair, but you've got balls to be out here like this. And a stiff weiner too." "You have a weiner, I've got a fucking man cock," I proclaimed swinging around and pointing it right at him. "The hell you say, Greg, mine is just as much a man cock as yours," Smitty protested as he pulled his shorts down and kicked them back into the tent. His cock was not at full erection but he had chubbed up a little. He swung his hips back and forth a couple of times to fling his cock up in the air and back down between his legs. "Son of a bitch, this does feel awesome. Come on, you guys should get rid of those shorts too." Mike and Peter looked at one another and then slowly started to lower their shorts. They pulled them down over their asses first and stopped as the shorts were just above the base of their weiners (until further inspection they were still weiners). They looked at each other again and finished dropping their shorts to their ankles. They covered themselves with their hands to hide their peckers until Smitty went over and grabbed their arms and pulled them away. "Come on, it ain't anything different than the rest of us. Enjoy the freedom." At that they kicked their shorts over to the tent and all four of us stood in a line moving our hips back and forth flopping our balls and our stiff cocks back and forth in the breeze, laughing and giggling at the being so bold. Smitty suggested we head down to the lake and go skinny dipping seeing as how we were already "dressed" for it. We weren't sure if that was a good idea. "Suppose somebody else decides to go to the lake and sees us. I don't want to get kicked out of camp on the first night." Peter warned. "Do you see a whole bunch of campers headed this way, Pete? No, it's just us men. So lets get our naked butts down to the water. Once we're in the water no one will see that were naked anyway," Smitty reasoned. We compromised and went back in the tent to get our towels. That way we could wrap them around our waist if anyone came along. We arrived at the lake and hung our towels on a low branch of a nearby tree. We were almost to the water's edge when we heard a voice come from out of the bushes. "Well, what have we here? Four naked little boys headed for a swim in the lake in spite of being told not to." It was Brendon, stepping out of the dark and into the moon lite clearing. We froze in our tracks. I spoke up first as I already had interacted with Brendon. "You said don't get caught. You swim here too." "Yes, but I caught you. So now I have to figure out what do to about this. Should I tell the owners and have you guys thrown out? Or maybe keep quiet about this? Or . . ." "Or what? Please don't tell the owner. We just got here and our fathers would kill us if we made him throw us out. We'll do anything if you don't tell." I begged as we all stood there in the moonlight trying to cover our cocks with our hands. "Well, there is one things you guys can do for me. But then you couldn't tell anyone about what it was so we'd both have a secret to keep." Thinking it was going to be him going in swimming as well I readily agreed. "You all have to agree to this, not just Greg. Understand?" Everyone eagerly shook their heads in agreement. But then Smitty thought better of this and asked what the deal was going to be. "First thing is you all have to stay naked. And move your hands away so I can see just what you have between your legs." Smitty was feeling a emboldened at how little was asked of us. "We have 'man cock', same as you." "I certainly doubt that. You have itty bitty boy cock as best. And it's soft to boot." Brenson said as he approached Smitty and reached out to take hold of his cock. Smitty jumped at the touch of someone else's hand on his junk. But it did start his cock to chub up. We were all starting to relax slightly and also chubbed up seeing Brendon feeling up Smitty. "Now all of you start to stroke you cocks and see how hard you can get them. Then we'll know if you have 'man cocks' or not. If yours are bigger than mine, I'll let you get back to your tent. If not, then you have to pay the price." We started stroking and were all stiff in no time. "There," says Smitty, "See for yourself. Not bad, huh?" Brendon moved over to us and felt each one of us. "Not bad, but certainly no comparison." He stepped back from us, undid his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. "There, that is a 'man cock', he exclaimed as his rock hard 7" cock sprung up in front of us. There was a collective gasp as we all got a view of our first adult penis. Smitty walked up to him slowly. "Damn, that thing is huge!" as he reached in to touch it. "And hard as a rock!" "Yeah, it gets like that when I know I'm going to get a blow job." "A what?" Peter inquired. "A blow job, you know, one of you is going to suck my cock for me. That's the deal. I get a blow job or I go right back and tell the owner you guys were running all over the camp naked." Howls of protest arose from all of us in unison. There was no way any of us were going to suck his cock. We weren't entirely sure what that entailed but it sounded gross. It sounded gay. Nope, not going to happen. "Ok, you guys had your chance and made your choice," as Brenson turned and started heading up the trail. "You better go pack your gear and tell your fathers to as well.Tell them why you're getting thrown out of camp." He had only gotten a few steps when Mike, of all people, yelled for him to stop. "I have no idea how to suck a cock so you'll have to tell me what to do." "Mike, what the hell, you can't go along with this. You don't want his cock in your mouth!" I tried to stop him. "It's either that or we have to tell our fathers why we ruined their week in camp. And I'm not about to let that happen. Come on, Brendon, tell me what to do." "Now that's a real man. Come over here and kneel in front of me." As Mike got into position we all gathered around to offer our support for him taking one for the team. We were helpless to stop this but we wanted to be close by in case anything else happened. "Now take my cock in your hand and stroke it, make sure it's good and hard for you. I want you to keep doing it until I leak some precum." "What's that?" Mike queried. "That's when my cock starts to leak some clear cum out my pee hole. When it does, you can lick that off and get a taste of what will come later. Get your mouth up nice and close so you're ready to take it in your mouth." Mike moved in closer to Brendon's stiff cock. "That's better, Now stick your tongue out and lick the tip." "Its tastes salty." "That's the precum. Now lick the sides and get the whole thing good and wet." We all felt bad that Mike was doing this for us. But it was also very arousing to see him stroking and licking Brendon's huge stiff cock. We all started stroking our selves again not realizing that we were doing it. "That's it, good boy. Now open your mouth and slide my cock in." Mike lowered his mouth over Brendon's cock and took it too deep and gagged. "Go easy boy, take your time and enjoy it. I know I am," he snickered. "And rub my balls with hand while you suck me." Mike backed off a little as he took Brendon's ball sack in his hand. Brendon started moving his hips back and forth, fucking poor Mike's mouth, and moaning in delight. "Oh, yeah, you're a good little cocksucker. I can get used to this. It won't be much longer before you get your reward and a mouthful of my cum." Brendon's head was thrown back and we were all transfixed on Mike and what he was doing. All of a sudden we heard a loud smack, the sound of flesh making a hard contact with flesh as Mr. McPherson came out of the dark and punched Brendon up side the head as hard as any man could. Brendon went flying sidewards and onto the ground hard. We all jumped back as our cocks shriveled up so fast they were virtually sucked back out of our hands. "What the fuck is going on here?" Mr. McPherson demanded to know. Brendon tried to get up but Peter's father put his foot on Brendon's neck and pinned him to the ground. He looked at us and again demanded, "What's going on?" in a loud and commanding voice. We had never seen any of our father's this mad before. "It wasn't what you think, Dad!" Peter stammered. "He made us do it!" I yelled out "He is a fucking asshole and deserves to get his ass kicked in! . . . Sir," Smitty piped in defiantly. "Please don't tell my father," Mike begged with tears running down his cheeks. "Just tell me why you're all naked and how this got started!" Peter's father demanded again. "We were just going to going skinny dipping in the lake when Brendon caught us and told us he was going to tell the owner we were running all over the campground naked and we'd all get thrown out tonight," Smitty confessed. "If one of us sucked his cock he wouldn't tell. And we were so scared so Mike stepped up and did what Brendon asked." "You boys get back to your tent RIGHT NOW, get in your pajamas and get into bed. I'll deal with this little shit." "Are you going to tell our fathers?" I inquired. "You all get to bed and we'll discuss this in the morning." We grabbed our towels and ran back towards our tent, but not before Smitty sneared at Brendon and gave him the finger. "I said I'd deal with him, Smitty. Get back to your tent." We stopped a short ways up the trail and listened to see if we could hear what Mr. McPherson was doing with Brendon. We heard his voice but it was low and quieter than we expected. We decided to sneak back and see what was happening. We were mad at Brandon but didn't want Mr. McPherson to do anything to him that would get us in more trouble. We got close enough to hear what was being said. "So you little pervert, you like taking advantage of young kids?" "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Please let me go and I won't say anything to anyone or do anything like this again" "You didn't let them off so easy so you're not going to get off so easy either. Get on your feet." "What are you going to do?" "You'll find out. Get over to that tree." Brendon started to head towards the tree but stopped to ask if he could get his clothes on. "Not yet. Now bend over and grab the trunk of that tree." "What are you going to do? Please let me leave." "I'm going to teach you not to screw with little boys. You can screw with a full grown man. Me!" At that Pete's father pulled down his zipper and took out his cock. It was already semi hard so he stroked it a few times to get it good and hard. The he spit in his hand and spread his saliva over his cock. He spit in his hand again and spread his saliva over Brendon's ass, sticking a finger in his hole. "No, please, not this. I've never done this before. Please, anything but this." "Mike had never sucked a cock before but you made him do it. So payback time is here." He leaned in and pressed his cock against Brendon's hole. As he applied pressure Brendon let out a yell. "Shut up and take it like a man. If you scream out again I'll make sure it hurts even more and you'll regret it." He pressed on, going into Brandon as we all watched in horror. We were starting to feel bad for him when Mike quietly whispered, "Fuck him good. Fuck his ass hard and deep." Mr McPherson was pumping his cock into Brendon harder and faster, his breathing get faster. He grabbed Brendon's hips and slammed him against the tree and he let out aloud grunt, stopping pumping, and just held himself inside Brendon. We assumed he had cum and put his sperm inside Brendon. We had never watched anyone fucking before, let alone a guy fucking another guy. He pulled out, put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. "You want them to suck you every night this week so I'm going to do you every night instead. You come back here tomorrow night at 11:00. If you don't show up, we'll come looking for you. Or we'll just tell the owner what you were doing to those underage boys tonight and have you arrested, not just fired." "Yes sir, I'll be there. Just don't tell anyone, please." "You keep your end of this deal and I'll keep my mouth shut." We turned back up the trail and ran like hell before we got caught. We dove into the tent and got in our sleeping bags as quick as we could. Pete's dad came to the door flap a few minutes later and pulled it back. "He won't bother you again, boys. But behave yourselves from now on, ok?" "Are you going to tell our fathers what happened?" I asked quietly. "You just go to sleep and don't worry about any of this. Tomorrow is a fresh new day." We all lay there naked in our sleeping bags, not having taken the time to get into pajamas. We were all wide awake but too scared to say anything until we were sure Mr. McPherson was back at the adult tent. We waited a while longer in case he told the rest of our fathers for fear they would come to our tent. After what seemed like hours, probably only 20 minutes, Smitty was the first one to speak. "You guys still awake?" "Of course we are. Who the hell could sleep after what happened tonight." "Yeah, it's a good thing Pete's dad came along or who knows what would have happened. He sure straightened out that asshole Brendon." "We all saw what my dad was doing to him. Does that mean my father is gay?" Pete spoke up. "No way, Pete, he just had to do something worse to him than he had done to us," I reassured Pete. "That's right. And we all owe Mike for stepping up and doing what he did. Thanks Mike. That really took balls to do suck his cock" Mike was quiet and didn't say anything. We knew he couldn't have gone to sleep. "Mike, you okay?" I asked him Still no reply. "Mike, its okay. You did what you felt you had to do. You're braver than any of us were." Mike cleared his throat, "Can I tell you guys something? You have to promise you'll never tell anyone. And promise you won't hate me or never want to be around me anymore.." "Of course, Mike. You're one of us, the four best friends in the whole town. Nothing you could say would make us hate you. And remember dad's admonishment before we left, 'What happens in the woods stays in the woods'." "Okay, as long as you all promise. Pinky promise?" "Yes, pinky promise," as we all sat up and locked pinky fingers. "Ok. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact just before Pete's father came along I was kind of starting to enjoy it. I don't know how I can describe it so it doesn't sound gay but having his cock in my mouth made me feel like I had power over him. It was much smoother than I expected and no taste at all, other than the salty taste of his precum. I could feel him twitch when I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock." "Holy hell, Mike, I can't believe you actually enjoyed it." Smitty exclaimed. "I never would have thought so either but I really did. Maybe you guys should try it sometime." Mike was smiling but looking down at the ground as he spoke, ashamed more that he enjoyed sucking a cock than by actually doing it. We were all whispering at each other at the same time, "No, not me. I wouldn't do that. It's gross" "It really isn't gross, I wouldn't lie about this. But you can't let on to anyone that I liked it. And if you guys want me to leave the tent I can go sleep in the van." "No, Mike, we promised that whatever you had to tell us wouldn't affect our friendship in any way." I spoke up reassuring Mike. "Matter of fact," Smitty started, "you took the hit for us and it could have been any one of us doing that. Maybe we owe you and should replay the favor. Who agrees with me that we owe our friend his due?" We all looked at each other, no one wanting to step up no matter how strong our curiosity. If Mike enjoyed it maybe we would as well. And it would go no further than the four of us. Just as I was seriously considering doing it, Peter, of all people, spoke up. "I'll do it. Smitty is right, Mike took the hit for the rest of us so we owe him. And if he really was enjoying it like he said it can't be that bad. And it was my dad who interrupted it." We moved out of the way as Peter got out of his sleeping bag and made his way over to Mike. Mike unzipped his bag and lay on his back, his cock already stiff and standing straight up in the night air. The moon was shining in our tent to light it up enough for us all to see what was about to happen. Peter moved his mouth over Mike cock. "Tell me if I'm doing it right, will you?" "Just don't scrape my cock with your teeth." Peter lowered his mouth down and took Mike cock in his mouth. Mike let out an audible moan and closed his eyes. "Quiet. We don't want to attract any attention. Noise carries at night, you know," Smitty admonished Mike. Peter keep taking more cock in his mouth until he started to gag, then pulled back quickly. "You don't have to go that deep, just take as much as you're comfortable with. You'll enjoy it better that way." Mike offered his advice in a whisper. Peter found just the right motion to suck Mike's cock but not go deep enough to gag. We were all still in our sleeping bags and started to slowly stroke our cocks that had gotten hard from watching Peter and Mike. Mike was clutching the sides of his sleeping bags and moving his hips up and down slightly to intensify Pete's motion. Mike's breathing quickened and got shallow as he whispered to Peter, "I'm real close. I'm about to cum so you better back off me." But Peter grabbed Mike's hips and held him tight as Mike shot his load of cum into Peter's virgin mouth. Peter coughed and gagged but kept his mouth on the cannon shooting into his mouth, letting the cum run out of his mouth and onto Pete's smooth groin. Peter lifted his head and wiped his mouth on the flap of Pete's sleeping bag. "Dam, Peter, you didn't have to take my cum in your mouth. I told you I was about to shoot my load." "'In for a penny, in for a pound' my grandmother used to say. I don't know if I'll ever suck a cock again and I wanted to get the whole experience." Peter explained "Holy hell, Peter! So how as it? Was it as good as Mike said it was or not?" Smitty asked. "It was better, I got the final pay off, " he laughed. "It might not have been as good if I was doing it to a stranger but giving a blow job to my best friend and him receiving his first from me made it really special." "Well, that said, who's next? Greg?" Smitty said as he threw back his sleeping bag and exposed his stiff cock. "I'm not sure if I'm really ready for that, Smitty. It looked hot and all but still." "Then get out of your bag and I'll do you. I'm really horny right now and there may never be another opportunity for this." Smitty moved over to me and pulled back my sleeping bag. "Look, the little horn dog is already stiff and waiting for this." He was partially right. The sexual tension in the tent had us all stiff. But I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to take part in this. I knew if Smitty sucked on my cock then I would be expected to suck on his or Peter's. He made a dive for me after moving slowly at first and was looking straight into my crotch. He grabbed my cock and gave it a few strokes. "He already has some precum leaking out. Your sure this won't taste bad you guys?" "You'll like it, Smitty, it's salty but mild. The real heavy taste is when he cums in your mouth." Peter and Mike laughed. "If I don't come up for air, someone pull me off him." And with that wisecrack, Smitty lowered his head onto my cock. At first he was very timid and held his mouth so far open he was barely making contact. But when the tip of my cock hit the back of his mouth he tasted my precum and closed his mouth around me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. The wetness and the smoothness of the inside of his mouth was so unique. I had jerked off in the shower before after soaping up but my soapy hands were nothing compared to his mouth. I threw my head back to enjoy the moment but then opened my eyes and watched intently as Smitty went to work in earnest. He was fondling my balls with one hand, jerking the base of my cock and whatever of it that didn't fit in his mouth and sucking like his life depended on it. It didn't take me long to reach the edge and shoot my load of cum in his mouth. Smitty coughed a few times but managed to swallow most of it. "Did you just swallow my cum?" "Yup. I figured why not. Now I can tell you what you're in for when you suck me off." I have to admit that thought shocked me out of my post orgasm high. It was now time for me to man up and do what the other guys had done. Trying to deflect and delay the inevitable, I questioned, "What about Peter? He sucked off Mike but no one had sucked him off yet? Should I do Smitty or Peter?" not that this tactic made any sense because I'd still be sucking a cock. "Peter is all mine," Mike declared. "So you can get down on Smitty and have some fun while we all watch." The fact that he reminded me that everyone would be watching me in the moon lite tent maked me more self-conscious but also I knew I couldn't chicken out. I swung around to get at Smitty's cock as he lay back with his head on my pillow. I lowered my head and tentatively took the tip in my mouth. He was ready and dripping more precum than the rest of us. Once the tip was in my mouth I swirled my tongue around and got a taste of him. They were right, it was mildly salty and not very strong. I went a little lowered and the smoothness of the skin yet the hardness of his cock was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. I got into a rhythm bobbing up and down. I don't think Smitty lasted more than a minute before he declared, "It's put up or shut up, Greg. I'm about to explode so decide where you want it." I didn't want to be the only one to whimp out so I just kept my mouth on his cock as he expelled his cum into me. I didn't swallow but rather just let it run out the sides of my mouth, which was acceptable. As long as I had cum in my mouth, I had done as the others. As I sat up and wiped the cum from my mouth, I swallowed a little bit. While I was reflecting on what Smitty and I had shared, Mike had gone down on Pete's cock and had him bouncing in anticipation of getting off. With a grunt he unloaded and then lay still catching his breath. We all looked at each other not knowing what to say or what to do next. As usual, it was Smitty who broke the silence. "We started this night as boys but now we're all men. Cock sucking men, he declared and started giving everyone high fives. We lay back and the quiet overtook us again. No one said a word as we drifted off to sleep. We were awoken by Mr. McPherson. "Wake up boys. Thirty minutes to breakfast and you have to shower first. We want no dirty little boys at our breakfast table." We all giggled at the comment, not knowing if it meant dirty as in unclean or dirty as in horny little cocksuckers. We grabbed our towels and soap and headed for the showers. There were only two open so we paired off. Smitty and I went into the first one and ran the water to get it hot. We had sucked each other's cocks last night but this was the morning. We were both shy to get totally undressed in front of each other. I shut off the water, got in the shower and pulled the curtain. I finished undressing and handed my underwear around the curtain to Smitty. He took them with out a comment. When I was done showering, I turned off the water while Smitty handed me my towel and dry off. I wrapped the towel around me and open the curtain. I thought for sure Smitty would be standing there naked waiting for his turn. But he was as shy as I was and followed my routine. I came out of the shower enclosure and saw Peter waiting outside of the other enclosure waiting for his turn. I guess we were all reticent to be naked in front of each other despite last ' adventure. Going around naked after dark and then sucking each other were activities for the nighttime. The light of day called for some modesty. We went for a hearty breakfast and then our father's laid out our day plans. A trip to a local apple orchard, lunch in the local town, swimming back at the campground and then a campfire with super cooked over the open flames. Mr. McPherson said nothing about last night. We figured it was over and the rest of the week would be an ordinary camping trip. Not so fast. After the campfire had burned down that evening we said our good nights and were sent back to our tent. It was 10:30. We got changed for the night and got in our sleeping bags. We chatted about the day's activities. Smitty brought up what was on everyone's mind but no one wanted to mention it. "I wonder if Pete's dad is going to meet up with Brandon again like he threatened. Or maybe that was just to scare him into leaving us alone." "My dad usually don't make ideal threats. If he says he's going to do something, he will do it." "Even if it's fucking a guy?" Smitty asked without thinking how that sounded. "He only did that because it was worse than what Brendon did to Mike." Peter declared in defense of his father. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just figured it was a one time thing. But you're right, he would do anything to keep that little pervert away from us." Then to try and make light of his comment, Smitty asked," So who is going to suck who tonight?" It was quiet until Smitty laughed at his question. The rest of us joined in to break the tension. Just then we heard our fathers on the road in front of the tent. "Did you hear that? Do you think the boys are still awake?" my dad spoke up. "Shush. You stay here and I'll go check their tent." Mr. McPherson came over to our tent and carefully pulled the door flap open. We all pretended to be asleep. Smitty as usual, had to go one step further and added a make believe snore. Mr. McPherson let the door flap go and returned to the road. "They're all sound asleep. We wore them out today. Let's go, it's almost eleven." We heard them continue down the road, headed to the clearing by the lake. "Not only is your dad going to meet Brendon, all our dads are going. I wonder what they plan on doing to him?" "Let's give them a few minutes and follow them. We can go around to the back side of the clearing and hide in the bushes and watch to see what happens" Smitty outlined his plan. The moon was still full and gave us enough light to see our way down the road and then to the cut off just before the clearing. As we approached the bushes we could see Brendon naked in the clearing and hear the men talking. "It's a good thing you showed up young man. You wouldn't have wanted us to go looking for you." "Wait a minute, there is four of you. I was only expecting you," as he pointed to Mr. McPherson. "I couldn't be greedy and not share you with my friends. Now bend over and get ready." Brendon walked over to a tree and reached out to steady himself against it. "No, over here this time," Mr. McPherson commanded, directing Brendon to the middle of the clearing. He stood behind Brendon and held his hips. "Bend over and take a mouthful of my man meat," Mike's father ordered. "You made my son do this and now it's your turn," as he took his stiff cock out of his shorts. Mr. McPherson motioned to Smitty's dad, "Come on over. You can have first crack at the rump steak." Mr. Smith came over to Brendons' ass, pulled his semi stiff cock of his pants, took a tube of lube out of his pocket and spread some on Brendons' ass and then on his cock, massaging it to it full length. He grabbed Brendon's hips and pushed his hard rod against Brendon and it one hard thrust buried himself deep in the boy. Brendon tried to yell out in pain but as Mr. Smith rammed into him from behind, Mr. Simpson shoved himself deeper into Brendon's throat, causing him to gag instead of yell. Tears ran down Brendon's face as he was forced to take cock in both ends. We were watching in total shock. Our father's were having all out sex with him, and they seemed to be enjoying it. They all had smiles on their faces. We were almost beginning to feel sorry for Brendon . . . not! He had it coming. And speaking of cumming, Mr, Simpson was the first to unload, shooting his cum into Brendons' mouth. As he withdrew his spent cock from his mouth, Mr. Simpson motioned for my father to come take his place. My dad had been stroking his cock to it's fullness, awaiting his turn at which ever end came available first. He shoved his cock in Brendon's mouth and started face fucking him. Mr. Smith let out a guttural growl and pumped his streams of cum inside Brendon. After a few moments his limp cock fell out of Brendon's hole followed by a dribble of cum, running down Brendon's legs. Mr. McPerson was the next to get behind Brendon and fuck him. His cock slid easily into Brendon's ass, being lubed with Mr. Smith's cum. My dad slowed his rhythm so Mr. McPherson could cum first, making sure Brendon had his mouth full and couldn't scream out. Mr. McPherson grabbed Brendon's hips and pulled himself as deep as possible as he let his cock shoot it's load. When he with drew, my dad sped up and finished soon after. They let go of Brendon and he fell to the ground, cum leaking from his mouth and his ass at the same time, whimpering and rolling into a fetal position. Now we did feel bad for him. That is until he looked up at Mr. McPherson and asked. "Same time here tomorrow night?" He just got spit roasted twice and was asking for more the next night? He wasn't so much a victim as he was a boy whore enjoying getting all this cock. "Yes, same time. And bring a towel next time, you're a mess." Brendon smiled back up at him and nodded his head. We were aghast, but scurried away from our hiding spot to get back to our tent before our fathers came along the path. We wanted to be in out sleeping bags and pretend sleeping in case they checked on us. As they passed our tent, we heard them talking with occasion laughter mixed into their conversation. Once they were out of ear shot, Smitty was the first to whisper. "Holy shit! Who would have ever thought that my uptight father was a bum fucker." "I know, right? And my father got off on having his cock sucked by another guy?" I commented. "We all got a surprise tonight watching that, But maybe they didn't really want to do it, just teaching a Brendon a lesson so he'd leave us alone this week." Pete claimed. "No, Pete," Smitty countered, "Did you see the looks on their faces? They all seemed eager to do what they were doing and were smiling most of the time. Even Brendon was smiling when he was on the ground." "We all enjoyed trying to suck each other's cock last night, maybe bum fucking is just as good. Or even better?" Mike spoke breaking the silence as we all just lay in our bags. "Do you think we should try it so we can judge for ourselves if it's fun or not?" "Last night we only sucked each other because you were made to do it to Brendon and we wanted to even the score and let you have your cock sucked. But none of us have been fucked so why would we do it?" I asked "Because I want to try it and see what it feels like to have a cock up my ass. I've sucked a cock and had mine sucked and now its time for the next experience." Mike replied. "I'm willing to go first if any of you are man enough to poke me." He challenged. Turns out Mike was the real horn dog of our group. He was up for anything that involved sex. And of course Smitty was only too happy to oblige. "Ok, I'll put my cock where it will make you happy" Smitty replied. "But only if you're sure you want my man cock in there." "I'm not sure it's a real man cock but its bigger than a finger so it will have to do" Mike teased. Mike got naked and turned around to get on his hands and knees with his ass facing us. He put his face down on the sleeping bag to raise his ass up nice and high. "Will this do? Kinda like what Brendon did when he wasn't leaning against the tree" Smitty got naked and moved over behind Mike. He was already stiff but gave his cock a few strokes for good measure. "It should be fine, Mike. Let me know if you okay, I don't want to hurt you." We had watched our fathers use some lube but we didn't have any so Smitty just spit on his hand and then rubbed it over Mike's ass. He massaged his hole and put some pressure on it. "Oh damn, that feels awesome" Mike proclaimed as he wiggled his ass around at the touch of Smitty's finger. Smitty applied more pressure and pushed his finger into Mike's virgin ass. He pushed in as far as he could and then began to move his finger around in small circles inside Mike. "Oh fuck ya, that feels fantastic. Keep it up!" After a few minutes of fingering him, Smitty pulled his finger out, spit on his hand again and rubbed his saliva on his stiff cock. "It's show time, Mike" he declared as he moved to get closed to Mike's ass. He took his cock in his hand and guided it towards Mike puckering hole. Bringing the tip in contact, Mike gave out a gasp and leaned back against Smitty. Smitty's cock was rock hard but he still had to hold it with his hand to keep it on target against the resistance of Mike's hole. The tip went in and Mike whimpered softly. "Should I stop, Mike? "No, just go slow and I think it will be ok" Smitty moved his cock in small circles trying to open up Mike ass then pushed against him once more. Mike leaned back hard and quick and Smitty's cock was engulfed by Mike's body. "Ok, ok, just stay still for a minute, will you?" "Sure, Mike. You let me know what to do next. But this pretty feels so awesome already I'm not sure how it can feel better" After a few minutes Mike started to slowly move back and forth on Smitty's cock. Smitty grabbed Mike's hips and got into his rhythm. Soon they were both moaning and breathing heavy in a state of pure pleasure. It wasn't much longer and Smitty announced he was close to cumming. "Do you want me to pull out or cum in your ass?" "Fuck me deep when you cum and leave your cum inside me. I want the whole experience" Smitty gave a couple of deep thrusts and groaned as he gave one last hard thrust and held his cock deep in Mike as he let his cum shoot. They both were motionless for a few minutes before Smitty fell back and his softening cock slid out of Mike, followed by a dribble of white sticky cum. Mike fell over sideward on his bag with a big grin on his face, the cum running down his ass cheeks. "How was it Mike? Did it hurt? Did it feel good?" Peter and I asked almost in unison. "It hurt a little at first but after that it was pure pleasure. Having one of your cocks in my mouth was great but up my ass was ten times better" "How was it for you, Smitty?" Mike inquired. "As you said, Mike, a cock in someone's mouth feel fine but ass fucking beats a blow job hands down. I'll fuck your ass, or anyone else's, anytime. If that's what it's like to fuck a girl, I can't wait!" "Its better than fucking a girl, I can't get pregnant and I don't get bitchy afterwards" Mike laughed. "Ya, so true" we all agreed. Now Peter looked at me and I looked at Peter. It was our turn, but who would fuck who? The silence was broken when Smitty took command once more. "Ok Greg, strip and assume the position. Peter, stiffen up and get ready" The decision was made for us. But we were used to Smitty taking control. So I got naked and got in the same position as Mike, on my hands and knees and then put my face down with my ass up high. Peter really didn't need any encouragement to stiffen up. When he dropped his pants he was straight out hard and leaking a little precum. He was ready. He spit in his hand like Smitty had done and rubbed his saliva on my ass. It felt really weird having his fingers massaging my hole. I touched my asshole before when I wipe after taking a dump. But this was different. Same as when you hold you cock to take a piss. Nothing special, just a bodily function. But when you hold it to stroke it the feeling is totally different. Even more so if it's someone else's hand on your cock. His fingers on my hole had my cock bouncing between my legs. I wanted to reach back and stroke it but I didn't want to cum yet. So I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. I began to push my hole open to make it easier for his finger to penetrate me. As I pulsed my sphincter muscle back and forth Peter slide his finger back and forth and then in all the way. It felt great. I was really feeling loose and ready for the next step. "Hurry up and get your cock in there before I cum" I admonished Peter. "Just wanting to make it last, that's all" he giggled. Peter moved in, lubed his cock and pressed against me. I didn't have a chance to push back as he just keep pushing in, slow but steady. "Wait, I think I have to shit. You have to pull out" Peter pulled back but then the feeling subsided. "Its just his cock making you feel that way. You really don't have to take a shit. I felt the same sensation" Mike explained. "Oh, ok. I'm new at this you know. I'm not an experienced whore like you, Mike" I joked. "Once you're done you'll be glad you've had the experience. So listen to the voice of experience and enjoy it." Peter brought his cock back to my hole and pushed in again. It hurt the first time but it was so sudden I didn't have a chance to complain. But this time I knew what I was in for. I didn't want to say anything again and look like a whimp so I just grit my teeth and took it. After a few thrusts it started to feel ok, then feel better, and finally feel like the best thing I've ever felt. Even better than getting my new iPhone for Christmas. I was so absorbed in my pleasure I wasn't paying any attention to Peter's emotions and when he thrust in me and held it there I knew he was cumming. "Did you just cum in my ass, Peter?" "Yes, and you should taste it in your mouth I shot so hard and so much!" We all laughed as Peter and I collapsed on the floor of the tent. "Tomorrow night we'll switch positions so everyone knows the pleasure of each way" Smitty announced. "Mike, bring your cock over here and I'll stroke you off to give you some relief" "Too late, I took care of that watching Peter and Mike. Didn't take long" "How about you, Greg, want me to jerk your cock?" "No, I'm going to save it until tomorrow night and give it all to Peter" "Lucky Peter" So for the rest of the week we ate food cooked over the campfire, spent the days with our fathers or off on our own, the evenings hearing stories and telling jokes with our fathers around the campfire and then having sex with each other in our tent after we retreated for the night. We all swore to uphold the oath our father's had us commit to; 'what happens in the woods stays in the woods'. At the end of our week we broke camp, policed the area for any trash and helped pack the car. As our fathers were checking out at the office, Brendon was leaning against a tree on the side of the building. When our fathers came out he smiled at them and said "See you next year, same place, same time". Our fathers smiled back and waved without making any comment. We weren't on the road very long when we all dozed off and slept the entire trip home. He hadn't gotten much sleep during the week so it was no surprise. When we got home our mother's asked how our week was. Before any of us could answer, Our father's commented we must have had fun because we were so tired we slept all the way home. "Ya, it was a great week. We can't wait to go again next year" I proclaimed to my mother. "More fun than camping with your mother?" she asked, faking being hurt. "Just different, as much fun, but different with just us guys" Smitty, Peter and Mike all chimed in in agreement. The strange part of it all was that during the next year we never spoke of what we did on the camping trip, just an occasional comment about when or where it was going to be next year. And we never did anything sexual during the year. We still joked about who had more hair or a bigger cock but we never showed each other any evidence of our claims. The following year it was family camping one week and then guy camping the next week. Guy camping meant a week of full on rowdy guy on guy sex that had been awoken in us the previous summer. It was like this until our senior year of high school. The summer between high school and college saw two bad hurricanes in our area and most of the camp grounds we went to were closed. We went to different colleges after graduation and would see one another on breaks and holidays. Our summers were busy with jobs, girls and so many other things that camping was put aside. We would still hang out when we could but no more sex play. Nor was it even spoken of. One by one we married our steady girls and began to settle down. Like our parents, we all settled in the same area of town and we became a steady foursome, dining out, going places and eventually camping again. And again the first week was with the wives and the second week was guys only. And back to full on gay sex. Our bodies had developed and we knew our way around each other better. And there was no restriction to only screwing around our parents were asleep. It was the third summer we were guy camping and sitting by the fire drinking beer one evening, Smitty brought up the good old days of enjoying each other's sexual awakening. "It's good now but back then it was not only good but it was exciting." "True. Our first time playing with another guy's stiff cock, and then later in high school, a girl's tight pussy. It was new and exciting but that's what growing up is all about. New experiences, new adventures, and learning as we go along" I thoughtfully responded. "Ya, and new ways to be perverts and have fun!" Smitty declared, to which we all agreed and laughed about. Then Mike spoke up, "Do you think our fathers were doing the same things on their guys week? Is that why the oath, 'what happens in the woods stays in the woods'?" "Ordinarily I would say emphatically no, but seeing the way they enjoy Brendon that first week, I might tend to agree with you." I commented. "Like father, like son? Okay enough taking, who's ready to go to bed?" We all ran for the tent, leaving the last one to put out the fire.