Date: Sat, 14 May 2022 01:59:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: D M <d.m324@aol.com>
Subject: Family Camping Trip (part 1)

Title: Family Camping Trip
Installment: 1
Category: Gay, Camping, Incest, Adult Youth

This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any
resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. If you
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other series "Exploring at Camp Hardwood," "The Nude Neighbors" and
"Middle School Swim Team."

This is the first chapter of a new series so it's a bit longer and less
sex-heavy as I set the scene. Stay tuned for new chapters being released
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Family Camping Trip, Chapter 1

"James, hurry your ass up! We're leaving in 5."

James's dad's voice echoed up the stairs and into the 14-year-old's
bedroom. James took a look at the pile of clothes next to his duffle bag,
and picked out a pair of worn-out red gym shorts to stuff into the packed
bag. As he tugged on the resistant zipper, he realized that he probably
brought too much clothing for a five-day camping trip - when the weather
was nice, he barely wore anything more than a pair or two of shorts the
entire time that got "washed" in the swimming hole.

James managed to get the bag all the way closed and straightened up,
catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He ruffled his dark curly
hair, which had become a little more unruly than normal as he struggled
with his bag. A relatively average 8th-grader stared back; skinny and
gangly with a zit here and there and the beginnings of a summer tan. He
lifted up his T-shirt to inspect his hairless torso and slender figure;
he didn't have anything resembling the muscles of his soccer-playing
brother or his outdoorsy dad, but he hoped they'd fill in eventually. He
glanced over his shoulder at the open door and lowered his shorts
slightly - at least he had plenty of hair down there, a thick dark thatch
of pubes that had filled in dramatically over the past year. Just having
his hand near his waist caused a twitch in his overactive teen cock, and
his attention drifted downward. Did he have time...

"Jimbo, we gotta move!" a voice in the doorway interrupted his thoughts,
and he scrambled to lower his shirt and cover himself up. His brother
Brad stood in the doorway, trying not to laugh. "Gotta start doing
situps, big guy. The abs don't come in from staring at them in the
mirror."

"Awww, shut up!" James retorted, blushing. "I was just... checking to see
if I had poison ivy."

His older brother chuckled and started to turn back toward the stairs.
"Whatever you say, handsome," he replied, clearly not believing him.
"Just get your ass downstairs!"

James nervously flattened his hair again and grabbed his bag. All things
considered, his big brother could be a lot worse. Brad liked to tease his
little brother from time to time, but he always kept it playful and was
never mean the way some of James's friends' siblings were. A
good-looking, well-liked high school senior, Brad never seemed to have
the awkward phase that James was currently going through. School and
sports came easy to him - he was the captain of the soccer team, and he
seemed to be growing easily into an increasingly-mature body day by day.
James would never admit it to him, but he was proud when people at school
recognized him as Brad Johnson's little brother.

"We finally ready to rock and roll, boys?" James's dad said, standing by
the door playing with his car keys. Like all dads, he was perpetually
worried about running into traffic on the road. "Say goodbye to your mom,
boys. It's time to hit the road."

"You boys have fun and be nice to Charlie," James's mom said, giving each
of her sons a hug. Charlie was their cousin on his mom's side; a
12-year-old only child who lived in the same town. He was a nice kid, but
quiet. "He doesn't have a big family so he's probably not used to your
shenanigans!"

For the first time, Charlie was deemed by his parents to be old enough to
join the annual Johnson boys' camping trip. Charlie's dad worked weekends
so he couldn't come along, and the campground where the Johnsons went
every year had old-fashioned rules about who could camp where: there was
a single-sex men's campground on one side of the river, and a co-ed
"family" campground on the other side. James and Brad's dad had been
going to the male campground with his father since he was a little boy,
and he was insistent on continuing the tradition with his own sons.

The Johnsons piled their bags and bodies into the family station wagon
and drove the 5 minutes from their front door to Charlie's. He and his
mom were waiting on the doorstep for the arriving car and she sent him
off with a quick wave to the cousins and a shouted "have fun!"

Charlie had grown a few inches since James had seen him last, but he was
still very much a gawky 6th-grader. Charlie played violin well and went
to a special private performing arts school, so he didn't attend the same
middle school as James and even though they lived close together they
only saw each other a few times a year. Charlie took after his dad
physically, and unlike the dark-haired Johnsons, he had straight, fine
blond hair, pale freckled skin, and light blue eyes. Until recently,
James had quite enjoyed having Charlie around so he wasn't the 'baby' of
the family, but now that he was in the throes of puberty, he sometimes
got annoyed that the adults treated them like 'the boys' and Brad like a
man.

"Hi Uncle Mark," Charlie said as he got in the car. "Hi guys. Thanks for
having me along..."

"It's gonna be fun!" Mark said cheerfully, ruffling Charlie's hair.
"You're gonna like getting out in nature with the boys. I promise!"

Charlie smiled bashfully. "I don't get a lot of time to do guy stuff, so
I'm looking forward to it..." he mumbled.

Brad, sitting up in the front seat, turned around and gave him a warm
grin. "The boys' weekend is the best weekend of the year, bud," he said.
"You're gonna love it!" That seemed to put Charlie at ease and he relaxed
into his seat.

The campground was almost two hours away, but the excitement of the trip
made the morning fly by. About an hour in, Brad, who'd been swigging
Gatorade the whole time, announced he needed to pee. After another minute
or two of driving down the wooded, single-lane highway, Mark found a spot
where the dirt shoulder was a little wider and pulled onto the side of
the road.

"Alright, everybody out," he announced. "Time to drain the tank."

Brad and James piled out of the car, but Charlie hesitated, looking
confused. "Is there... a rest stop?" he asked.

Mark chuckled. "You're with the men now, Charlie," he said. "God gave you
a hose for a reason; you can use it wherever you want."

Brad and his full bladder barely made it to the edge of the trees before
the telltale sound of urine splatter could be heard and a golden stream
appeared between his legs. Mark stepped up next to him a few feet to his
left and soon his thick stream joined as well. James took a spot to the
right of his brother, and his curiosity got the better of him; he tried
to sneak a peek at the older men as they relieved themselves. He could
just make out the tip of his older brother's dick poking out of his
shorts but couldn't see much without repositioning himself, and his
brother's body shielded his dad entirely.

After a moment, Charlie joined the group in the roadside piss break, but
he was far more conservative, standing at least 5 feet farther down from
James and tucking his hips close to a tree. James heard a chuckle and saw
that his dad and brother had noticed as well and were entertained by
Charlie's shyness.

"We'll cure him of that shit in a day or two," Mark murmured quietly,
just loud enough for his sons to hear. "In a day!" Brad replied, stifling
his own laugh.

About 40 minutes later, the old station wagon pulled onto the dirt road
that led to the campground. This was James's fourth year going camping
and it was just as he remembered - the large, leafy trees dancing in the
sunlight, the smell of fresh air and warm earth, the quiet babbling of
the brook that led to the swimming hole. As they pulled into the 'parking
lot' (that was really just a clearing with a little less grass than
everywhere else), James saw that the men's campsite was relatively empty;
with only ten or so other vehicles in sight. As they parked and began to
pile out of the car, a young man in a tan uniform walked up from the
small ranger station a few yards into the trees.

"Welcome, fellas!" He called out as he approached. "My name is Ranger
Rob. Here for the weekend?"

James glanced quickly at the man (really, he was hardly older than Brad,
maybe 20 or 22) and did a double-take. He'd never thought of a man as
beautiful before, but that was the only way to describe the specimen in
front of him. He was tall, even taller than Brad, and slim but sturdy,
with the kind of thick arms and legs that only manual labor could
produce. The lightweight, short-sleeve button-down was unbuttoned halfway
and the matching shorts rode up high on his thighs, showing off the deep,
even tan across his whole body. He had a strong jaw and bright blue eyes,
but his shoulder-length, wavy blond hair streaked by the sun gave him a
slight feminine edge. Unlike Brad, who was handsome in the more classic
'bro' way, Ranger Rob had a bohemian, West Coast attractiveness and a
calm, casual air that immediately put James at ease.

"Today through Tuesday," Mark answered, extending a hand to shake Rob's
firmly. "I have the fee in my bag - I'll grab it right now. What spots
are looking good this summer?"

Rob smiled. "No rush! Take your time and get settled in. It's your lucky
day- a group just left the best spot on the whole campground yesterday.
It's about 200 yards past the ranger station overlooking the swimming
hole. Plenty of space, close to the bathhouse and the big fire pit."

"Sounds great," said Brad from behind the car, already unpacking the
trunk. "Charlie and James, come help me with the tents!"

James blinked, and realized he'd been staring at Rob for the last two
minutes. He blushed, hoping the ranger hadn't noticed, and glanced over
at Charlie. The younger boy wasn't looking at Rob; he was staring
straight up, following a bird as it flitted through the trees, with a
look of wonderment on his face. James got the sense that he didn't spend
much time outdoors...

"Who else is around this weekend?" Mark asked Rob. "I've been coming here
for over 30 years - the faces start to look familiar."

"Ah, that's awesome!" Rob replied, smiling. "This is my first summer
working here. Past few years I've been guiding rafting trips all summer
and felt like being a little more stationary. There's only a couple other
guys on this side of the campground this weekend - a couple fellows on a
fishing trip; a group of college kids who mostly behave themselves, and
two or three other families like yours."

Mark smiled. "Sounds like a great crew! Hope my boys won't be that much
trouble. The tall guy back there is Brad" - he gestured, and Brad waved
while unloading supplies - "this guy here is James, and that handsome
fella is my nephew Charlie. It's his first time camping."

"Welcome, Charlie!" Rob exclaimed, in a friendly voice. "You're gonna
love it here. We have a lot of fun."

Charlie looked startled to be included in the adult conversation. "I'm...
looking forward to it, yeah..." he replied awkwardly. "Thanks Ranger
Rob."

Rob smiled, and his grin seemed to relax Charlie a bit as well. "You boys
need any help with your gear?" He asked.

Mark grunted, lifting a heavy pack. "Thanks, but we should be all set.
Appreciate the offer!"

Leading the way, Mark and the boys trudged down the well-worn dirt path
past the ranger station. James could see a few other tents dotting
clearings through the trees, but he couldn't spot many people. At this
point in the day, they would surely all be down by the swimming hole or
out on a hike. The spot Rob had recommended was exactly as he described;
a beautiful patch of grass above a short rock outcropping above the
swimming hole. As they approached, James could hear voices from down
below, presumably of other campers splashing around. Mark had them
distribute the packs in a wide circle to mark out where they'd pitch the
tents, and within a few minutes, the campsite was set up.

"James and Charlie, you can take the blue one," Mark said, pointing to
one tent. "Brad and I will take the red one. Charlie, the bathhouse is
just down the path that way," he said, gesturing, "but to be honest, we
don't use it much. Most days a dip in the swimming hole is fine for a
shower, and if you don't need to go number two, you can pretty much piss
on any tree you see." Charlie nodded nervously, still adjusting to the
new surroundings.

Brad was peering over the edge at the crystal-blue water of the swimming
hole below. In the last few hours, the temperature had creeped up just
enough to be quite warm, but not oppressively hot. "Speaking of," he
said, "should we go for a swim?"

James and Charlie, sweating from the effort of setting up camp, nodded
eagerly. "You boys go ahead; I'm going to scope out some of the trails,"
Mark said. "I'll join you later."

"Let's do it," Brad said, clapping Charlie on the shoulder. "Race you
down there!"

He half-jokingly took off into the trees at a jog, and Charlie looked
over at James. "Should we change into our bathing suits?"

James shook his head. "Not that kinda swimming hole," he said. "The
campground is all guys, remember?"

As they followed Brad down the path, James remembered part of why he
liked going camping so much. The first summer he'd gone, he'd never
thought much about the nude bathing policy. He'd seen his dad and brother
naked around the house from time to time, when they forgot a towel coming
out of a shower or needed to grab underwear from the laundry. As a young
boy, he'd never even noticed the details of their bodies much... and then
he hit puberty.

When he was 12, a few weeks before the camping trip was when he'd started
to notice hairs sprouting below his arms and above his penis. He started
to get boners more often, especially in the morning, and they seemed to
be bigger and harder than before. At the campground, he started to take
note of what the other males had hanging between their legs - the shape,
the size, how much hair, whether they had foreskin - but he didn't know
what to do with that information. Once, he got a boner coming out of the
water, and Brad noticed, but aside from a small smirk, he didn't say
anything.

Last year was totally different. With the help of a few school friends,
he'd discovered the joys of masturbation shortly after that camping trip
the year before, and the one-a-day habit quickly became two, then three
times a day. He seemed to have boners constantly; it sometimes felt like
his dick was hard more than it was flaccid. His cock grew significantly
and the hair above it started to fill in; by the time camp rolled around
he was still smaller, but much closer in size to his brother and dad.
Swimming became a challenging activity: while every fiber of his being
wanted to examine every inch of the naked male bodies of all ages around
him, he quickly learned that letting his gaze linger would inevitably
lead to an awkward boner. Sharing a tent with his brother was torture, as
he was too afraid of his brother noticing to jerk off but his body craved
nightly release. He was able to sneak off into the woods once or twice,
but when he got home that year, within minutes of being back in his
bedroom he blew the biggest load of his life to date, covering his
stomach, chest, and even chin with sticky semen.

This year, James was just as horny as ever, but slightly more confident.
He'd watched with pride as the wisps of pubic hair became a patch, and
then a thicket, signifying manhood. He'd begun measuring his penis with
his geometry ruler, and was pleased to see it grow from 5 1/2 inches, to
6, to 6 1/2. He knew from googling that this was an above-average size,
even for an adult, and was excited to see how he measured up against his
brother and father this summer. As they got down to the beach, James
looked back at Charlie to see how he'd react to this new experience.

Brad had beaten them down there, and he staked out a corner of the small
swath of sand ringing the swimming hole by kicking off his shoes. A few
yards down the beach, a quartet of boys who looked to be a few years
older than Brad were playing drinking games with cans of Bud Light,
wearing shorts but nothing else. Splashing around at the far end of the
hole were two men and three boys, at least two of whom looked to be
teenagers. >From far away, they looked to be nude, but standing waist
deep in the water their bodies weren't fully revealed. Farther down the
creek, James could just make out a pair of men in fishing gear casting
lines into the choppier current.

Without hesitation, Brad shucked off his gym shorts and boxers and left
them next to his shoes. Facing away from the boys, James couldn't get a
clear look at his brother's cock, but he was treated to a view of his
plump, smooth ass, sculpted by hours on the soccer field, and even a
brief glimpse of his nuts hanging between his legs as he bent down. In a
split second, he was dancing, splashing into the water, flopping his body
down with a dramatic half-dive.

Charlie looked over at James as if asking for instructions. "You can
leave your stuff on the beach here," James said. "No one will take it."
Charlie didn't move.

James figured he had to lead the way. He pulled off his shirt and lowered
his gym shorts, pausing to take a breath and make sure he was fully
flaccid after seeing his brother's taut buttocks. Then he lowered his
underwear and glanced up to make eye contact with Charlie, staring at his
crotch silently.

"It's okay, Charlie," James said softly, trying to be kind. "We're all
guys here. This is what guys do."

Charlie's eyes were as wide as saucers. "I've just... never seen one that
wasn't my own before," he said.

James was surprised, but realized as a sheltered only child, it made
sense. "Well... get used to it, I guess," he replied, waggling his hips a
bit so his dick wiggled back and forth.

Charlie laughed nervously, then hooked his hands around his waistband.
Slowly, he lowered his shorts to reveal a pair of navy boxer-briefs. He
lifted off his T-shirt exposing a pale, skinny body without a single hair
below his eyebrows. And last, he lowered the underwear, ever so slowly,
to his ankles and stepped out.

James was surprised by what he saw. He was expecting Charlie, who seemed
to be on the younger side of 12, to be bald and shriveled down there, but
the cock hanging between his legs seemed to have developed quicker than
the rest of him. A fair few hairs curled around the base of his shaft,
but because they were blond, it was hard to tell just how thick his pubes
had come in. He was smaller than James flaccid, but only barely- and
definitely bigger than James at that age. Unlike his cousins, Charlie was
circumcised, and his pink head rested gently on a pair of smooth, round
balls. The boys stared down at each other, silently comparing.

"Come on, ladies!" Brad called from the water. "Get in; the water's
great!"

His voice snapped both boys out of their reverie and they bounded into
the water, splashing gleefully in the warm summer afternoon. As time went
on, Charlie seemed to relax more and more, feeling less like an outsider
and more like a third brother. After almost an hour, the boys trudged
back onto the sand, and laid down in the sun, exhausted. Brad closed his
eyes, and James took the opportunity to examine his brother from head to
toe.

The 17-year-old had an athlete's body, with smooth, round pecs and small
pink nipples with a few hairs sprouting at odd angles. His armpits were
matted with dark hair that glistened with water droplets in the sun. A
tight six-pack led down to a slight, but visible happy trail. James had
never noticed before, but Brad had clearly started to trim his pubes -
the hair was thick and even but cropped short above his dick. Even with
the shrinkage caused by swimming, his shaft was thick while flaccid,
longer than James's, and rested above a low-hanging scrotum that held
big, manly balls. The slightest hint of cockhead peeked out from the end
of his foreskin as it flopped to one side to rest on his thigh.

James looked up and saw Charlie, sitting on the other side of Brad, was
taking the same inventory. They made eye contact and Charlie grinned and
blushed. James smiled back silently as both boys realized the other was
admiring the male specimen between them. He started to feel a telltale
swelling between his legs and quickly shifted his gaze to the tree canopy
above to distract himself.

After a few moments, the boys gathered up their belongings and prepared
to march back up the hill. They only put their shorts back on, carrying
their shoes, socks, shirts, and underwear in their hands. When they got
back to camp, they found Mark setting up a fire to cook their dinner.

"Have fun, boys?" He asked as they approached.

Surprisingly, Charlie was the first to answer. "Loads, Uncle Mark!" he
exclaimed. "I like it here already."

Mark smiled and ruffled his hair. "Glad to hear, big guy," he replied.
"Wait - where are your towels?"

Brad looked around sheepishly. "Oops, I think we forgot them," he said.
"Were just excited to be here."

Mark rolled his eyes, but he didn't actually look mad. "Well, you're not
getting in the tent covered in sand," he said matter-of-factly. "Go to
the bathhouse and rinse off."

Brad shrugged, and grabbed a few towels from one of the duffel bags. He
tossed one each to Charlie and James and gestured. "Come on, let's go
quick," he said, slipping on a pair of flip-flops. "I'm starving."

The bathhouse was a few hundred yards deeper into the trees, and as they
approached, they saw Ranger Rob mending a broken camp chair out front.
"Hey boys, have a good swim?" He called out in a friendly tone.

"Yeah, it was great," James said. "Beautiful day down there."

"Best part of this job," Rob replied cheerfully. "Every morning I go on a
run and cool off down there. Perfect way to start the day."

Brad led the way into the bathhouse, an old, run-down wooden building
that didn't even have a door. Off to the right was a typical park
bathroom with a few stalls, a long metal urinal trough, and a metal sink.
To the left were a set of low wooden benches, a few hooks for towels, and
a large, square shower room with tile floor and a dozen or so showerheads
around the edge.

Brad again was the first to shuck off his pants and shoes, hanging up his
towel and taking a showerhead near the door. James and Charlie followed
suit, with less hesitation this time, and James made sure to take the
showerhead right next to his brother so he could get a clear view.
Charlie left a gap between them, but took the next showerhead down, so
all three boys lined up next to each other.

Brad rinsed off his hair in the warm water and gave a big, heavy sigh,
letting the spray splash down his body. He leaned forward slightly and
started to piss hands-free, letting the yellow stream arc out toward the
drain. James joined him, their streams meeting in the middle and dancing
around as they washed. Charlie watched them both in awe, still closely
examining both their bodies with his eyes.

James felt it again. The tingling and swelling down below. This time,
there was no stopping it: his cock was unmistakably growing, lifting off
his balls and pointing slightly outward, not yet fully hard but
distinctly half-chub. He turned bright red and looked over at his
brother, who was washing sand off his legs and hadn't noticed yet.

He glanced over at Charlie and saw that the younger boy was having the
same problem. His cock was growing as James watched, larger and larger,
past 45 degrees and well on its way to full mast. The sight of his
cousin's growing boner caused James to stiffen as well, and in a matter
of seconds, he was fully, unmistakably erect. When fully hard, James's
cock had a distinct upward curve, pointing almost due north at the
ceiling with its full 6 1/2-inch length. His foreskin pulled back and his
red, bell-like cockhead poked out. If history was any indication, it
would start leaking precum any moment.

Charlie was fully hard too, and it was very impressive for a 6th grader.
It looked to be about 6 inches and poked straight out, with surprising
girth for such a skinny boy. Unlike James with his upward hook, Charlie
could probably level a shelf with his stick-straight rod.

Brad finally noticed, and instead of teasing or looking angry, he
chuckled. "Happens to all of us, boys," he said heartily. "It's only
natural."

"Looks like you got the Johnson big-dick genes, too!" he noted, smiling
approvingly. "Glad it runs in the family."

He reached down and gave his own cock a couple tugs, and his cock began
to rise. As Charlie and James stood transfixed by the sight, Brad quickly
grew from flaccid to hard himself. Like the rest of his body, his cock
was above average and attractive: about half an inch longer than James
but far thicker, curving upward slightly less aggressively than his
brother and hanging above hefty, large nuts. It was long but not
enormous, thick but not absurd, and looked like it could be in a porn if
he wanted to be.

James could feel himself starting to leak precum, but he didn't dare
touch himself lest he push himself over the edge of climax. Brad chuckled
at the younger boys' looks of amazement, then shut off the water of his
shower. "Anyway, it's almost dinner time," he said. "Put your boners away
and let's eat."

James couldn't shake the image of the two hard cocks from his head, and
half-heartedly toweled off, distracted. The trio walked back to the tents
where Mark was cooking a meal of sausage and corn, and even the smell of
dinner couldn't snap him out of his horny haze.

"James, you forgot your sandals," Brad said, snapping him out of his
reverie. "Gotta go back and get them."

James looked down and realized he had, in fact, been barefoot the entire
time. He nodded and started to walk back to the bathhouse, still wrapped
in only a towel. When he got there, it seemed completely deserted as the
sun started to set, with the only sound being the wind rustling in the
trees.

He walked into the bathhouse and started toward the benches, but
something caught his eye. Someone was in one of the stalls with the doors
closed, but they weren't sitting on the toilet. All James could see was a
pair of knees - someone was kneeling in there. He walked over, not
wanting to interrupt, but his curiosity got the best of him. Then he
heard a tap from the open stall next to it.

He peeked around the corner and saw that, in that stall, someone had
carved a round hole around waist height in the wall. He'd seen porn
videos of gloryholes before, but never actually seen one in real life.
Then a finger poked through the hole and tapped it, twice this time.

The invitation was clear, even to James's young, inexperienced mind. The
boner he'd gotten in the shower had subsided a bit, but the prospect of
getting relief from a stranger's hand got him excited again. Hesitantly,
he took a few steps toward the stall to see what would happen. Then he
walked in, closed the door, and dropped his towel around his ankles. He
stood there, rock hard, trying to decide what to do. Then the finger
poked through and tapped a third time.

His aching cock and teenage hormones got the better of him. He moved
close to the wall and stuck his cock through the hole. It was big enough
that his balls could fit through too, and for a second, he held his
breath, wondering if he'd read the signals all wrong and this stranger
would yell at him.

Then James felt something he'd never felt before. A stranger's hand
wrapped around his cock. A large, manly hand, strong but not rough,
gently stroking up and down his shaft, sliding his foreskin on and off
his head. The hand traveled down to his balls and cupped them gently,
massaging them. James's cock twitched and he let out a small moan.
Without looking, he could tell that his cock was leaking precum like a
faucet on the other side.

The feeling changed. It wasn't a hand anymore; it was warm and wet and...
it was a mouth! This stranger was sucking his cock. The greatest
sensation James had ever experienced ran through his body as the lips
slid up and down, applying just the right amount of pressure. The hand
cradled his balls as the stranger sucked, and James shuddered with
pleasure. After a few seconds, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

What felt like an eternity was probably only 30 seconds, and the pressure
built up behind James's hips mounted, then broke, as he began to climax.
"Oh- sorry!" he whispered as his semen started to fill the stranger's
mouth, expecting him to withdraw and spit out the sticky liquid. Instead,
the faceless man kept sucking, swallowing every drop of James's teen seed
down his throat until even James's overactive cock could take no more and
stopped twitching. He relaxed, slowly withdrawing out of the mouth and
back through the hole.

Seconds later, the man stood up and left the stall. James, still stunned
by the first blowjob of his life, took a second to react. Did he want to
know who the horny stranger had been? Would he get in trouble if someone
found out if the cock on the other side was him? He hesitated, but his
curiosity got the better of him. He grabbed his towel and hastily wrapped
it around his waist, slipping on his sandals and half-stumbled, half ran
out of the bathhouse.

He looked to his left and didn't see anyone. Then he looked right - no
one. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, and a flash of
blond hair. Ranger Rob was walking away down one of the trails in his
telltale tan uniform, the only person within sight.

James couldn't help but smile to himself a little. This camping trip was
definitely going to be one to remember.

[end of chapter 1]