Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2022 21:46:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: D M <d.m324@aol.com>
Subject: Family Camping Trip, Chapter 2

Title: Family Camping Trip
Installment: 2
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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Family Camping Trip, Chapter 2

James went to bed that night completely exhausted. The long day of
travel, setup, and swimming had tired him out, and finishing his evening
by getting his 14-year-old cock drained by an eager stranger sent him to
sleep with that satisfied, empty feeling that only a good load can
provide.

The next morning was a different story, however. When he woke up inches
away from his cousin Charlie asleep in the same tent, one part of his
body had returned to normal. Like every teenager, James woke up virtually
every morning with an aching hard-on, which usually led to jerking off
when he was back home. For a split second, he considered quietly stroking
his stiff cock under his sleeping bag, but Charlie's blond mop was rested
a centimeter away from his knee. Surely he'd wake him if pleasured
himself...

Instead, he slowly scooted away and slid toward the tent flap. The other
morning constant, a full bladder, was calling. He crawled out of the tent
and into the cool, fresh morning air, looking out over the endless green
rolling hills and the crystal-clear water down below. It was still early,
and aside from the madly chirping birds, there was very little sign that
the rest of the world had awaken.

A sound from the trees behind James startled him. He turned to see his
brother Brad standing a few feet away, clad only in a pair of gym shorts,
pissing with his back turned. He looked down to see his boxers were still
tented and covered himself nervously, thinking Brad would tease him if he
saw. Based on how high and far the stream of urine was going, however,
James wasn't the only one with morning wood.

Brad finished, shook his cock, and put it away. When he turned back it
still hung loose and large in his shorts, not fully erect but hardly soft
based on the size of the bulge.

"Morning, little bro," he said cheerfully. "You sleep alright?"

James nodded. "How 'bout you - Dad's snoring keep you up?" he asked.

Brad chuckled. "Nah, no way. I was out like a light. Big day ahead of
us!"

James took Brad's place in the clearing and added his own stream of piss
to the soft soil below. The movement outside had woken both Mark, the
boys' father, and their cousin Charlie, and they began their morning
routines. Charlie was a bit hesitant to come out of the tent, and James
thought he saw a pointy section of his shorts as well. Mark came out of
tent wearing only a pair of boxers, and as he stretched, his low-hanging
scrotum peeked out one of the legs. James had seen his father's nutsack
many times before, but his lingering erection and the tease of nudity
made him pay extra close attention.

"What's first, fellas?" Mark asked. "Hiking or fishing?"

The rest of the morning progressed normally. The group of four decided to
hike up to one of the nearby overlooks, which took most of the morning
but ended with some truly stunning views of the valley below. After a
lunch of peanut butter sandwiches, the boys decided to wash off the sweat
and dirt of the hike with a swim.

"I'm going to go say hi to Ranger Rob," Mark said. "I'll be down in 5!"

The boys again made their way down to the small, sandy beach near the
swimming hole, and again found that they were not alone. The same family
of two men and three boys that was there yesterday was splashing in the
shallow end, closer than before. As the three boys watched, the youngest
boy, who looked to be a bit smaller than Charlie, ran over to their
towels to grab a drink of water. As was the unofficial custom at the
all-male campground, he was stark naked, his pale white butt reflecting
the bright sun as he ran. The rest of their group was standing waist deep
in the water, and as the water moved around them, James could get a
glimpse of the upper part of a buttcheek or a hairy pubic area. The adult
men looked to be about his dad's age, not unattractive but not as fit,
and the two teens looked to be about his own age. One was tall, hairless,
and lanky, the other shorter with a little more muscle and the beginnings
of chest hair.

Brad offered them a friendly wave and they acknowledged him back with
smiles and waves. He stripped off his sweaty shorts and tight white tank
top, not caring that he was in full view of the strangers. This time
James was prepared and got a full, beautiful view of his brother's
well-trimmed crotch, fat uncut cock, and hanging balls before he darted
into the water. The other boys followed suit and splashed into the cool,
calming water.

After a few minutes, Mark walked down to the beach, already shirtless,
with Ranger Rob by his side. The younger man was wearing the same tight
tan outfit as the day before, and even from the water, James could make
out his tan muscles bulging as he walked. His long, wavy blond hair
danced slightly in the light breeze, and suddenly James was very happy
that his lower half wasn't visible as, even in the cool water, he started
to get a little excited.

Mark shucked off his shorts and, out of the corner of his eye, James
noticed Charlie was staring open-mouthed at his uncle as he stripped.
Mark was uncut, like his sons, with a wild, untamed bush of pubes that
descended from his happy trail and surrounded his balls. He was actually
a little smaller than Brad soft, but thicker, hanging heavy and low on a
pair of large, sagging balls. James had seen plenty of naked boys in the
locker room at school, but none of them had balls as big or low as his
dad's. He wondered if his pair would look like that one day.

Rob started to unbutton his uniform, and James realized with surprise
that he was about to come swim as well. He stripped off his shirt,
revealing some sort of tribal-patterned tattoo across his left pec that
somehow made him even hotter. Then he undid his belt and pants buttons,
lowering his shorts to reveal a pair of tight, white briefs and bulge the
size of a softball. Unlike most of the other guys, he didn't have a
tanline anywhere on his body, which led James to suspect he spent much of
his time outdoors in little to no clothing.

Then he lowered his briefs, and James was shocked by what he saw. Even
from far away, he could tell that Rob's cock was large, maybe larger than
any he'd ever seen. Unlike the long blond hair on his head, his crotch
was shaved smooth, which only exaggerated the beer-bottle cock hanging
between his legs. He was circumcised, and as the two men walked down to
the water, the mushroom head bouncing against his thigh made James's
mouth water.

"Having a good trip so far, boys?" Rob asked as he waded in.

"Yeah!" Charlie exclaimed, and Brad and James nodded along. The closer he
got, the more James could not stop staring at the Greek godlike body of
the friendly park ranger. He flopped into the water and began to swim
around with strong, confident strokes.

As the afternoon continued, James managed to shake his puberty-ridden
brain away from dirty thoughts about the boys and men that surrounded
him, instead just soaking in the beautiful nature and the beautiful
bodies as they frolicked in the sun. The minutes turned into hours, and
before he knew it, they were climbing out of the water, drying off, and
making dinner plans. Sadly, all of them remembered their towels, and
James didn't have an excuse to run off and see if the bathhouse gloryhole
would be occupied again. As a boy who regularly jerked off 3 times a day,
the lack of release was starting to get to him already, and he often
found himself getting aroused by a brush of fabric or the slightest
thought of sex.

The family hung around the campfire as night descended, roasting
marshmallows and telling stories. Then, with a big yawn, Mark announced
it was time to hit the hay and the four Johnsons went to their respective
tents.

Charlie, who'd been quiet most of the evening, crawled into the tent but
didn't get into his sleeping bag right away. He peered out the flap to
check on the older men, who seemed to have gone right to sleep. Their
tent was far enough away that neither of them could hear much from the
other tent.

"Hey James," Charlie whispered. "Can... I ask you a question?"

"Sure, bud, what's up?" James replied, a bit confused.

"So... I was noticing down at the swimming hole today..." he began,
hesitantly. "Why are... mine and Ranger Rob's dicks... different from
yours?"

James furrowed his brow, not sure of what his cousin was talking about.
Then, he realized. "Ohh... do you mean because I have foreskin?" Charlie
looked at him blankly.

James continued. "Well, some boys, like you, get what's called
circumcised when they're babies," he said. "They cut off the skin at the
tip of your dick called the foreskin. But some guys, like me and my dad
and my brother, are uncircumcised, and still have our foreskin. Is that
what you mean?"

Charlie nodded slowly. "I... think so....?" he said.

"Here," James said. He lowered the waistband on his boxer-briefs, letting
his flaccid cock flop out. He slid his foreskin back, revealing his
cockhead, then let it slide back into place. The motion sent a little
blood flowing to his shaft, and James took a deep breath, trying to stay
flaccid.

"Ah, that... makes sense now," Charlie said, staring intently at his
cousin's cock.

"Did your dad never tell you about that stuff?" James asked, surprised.
Mark was very open with his sons about their bodies, sitting them down
from a young age to have 'the talk' and explaining the changes that
puberty would bring.

Charlie shook his head. "No, we don't really talk about that stuff," he
said. "Like ever. Your family is way cooler."

James smiled to himself and put his cock back away before it could get
too hard. "Well, is there anything else you want to know?" He asked.
"That's what big cousins are for, I guess!"

Charlie furrowed his brow in thought. "Yeah," he said. "What exactly is
jerking off? I've heard guys at school talk about it but don't really
understand."

James was surprised. He knew Charlie was younger than him and sheltered,
but... he didn't even know about jerking off? His cock was already well
on its way to full size, and when James was in middle school, he quickly
learned the joy of pleasuring himself two, three, or even four times a
day.

"Well..." he began, not sure of where to start. "It's when... a boy... or
a man... touches himself, you know, down there, until he has what's
called an orgasm," James said. "Everybody does it - it's totally normal,"
he added hastily, repeating the same phrase that his brother and dad had
said to him at that age.

Charlie frowned, clearly confused. "I don't get it," he said. "Can you
show me?"

James was surprised by his cousin's curiosity. He looked out the tent
flap across the clearing, where he could just make out the other tent in
the dark. No lights were on and the only sound he could hear was the
buzzing of summertime crickets. He drew a nervous breath and exhaled
shakily. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin at the suggestion
of jerking off with his cousin and, while he was trying to think
logically, the growing bulge in his pants was influencing his decision
more than his brain.

"Yeah, sure, I can," James replied, adding after a moment, "but you have
to promise this stays between us, right?"

Charlie nodded seriously, his eyes fixed on his older cousin's waist.
Once again, James lowered his waistband, and out popped his cock, which
had risen to its full 6.5 inches and curved upward to poke at his belly
button. He let it hang there for a second as Charlie watched, wide-eyed,
then grasped his shaft with an all-too-familiar grip and slowly slid his
foreskin forward and back. He started to close his eyes and embrace the
pleasure, but then remembered he was supposed to be instructing.

"So... you just hold it like this... but not too tight," James said
slowly, trying to keep his breathing under control as he stroked.
"Different guys might do it slightly differently, but you can just find
out what feels good," he continued. "Try it."

Charlie looked down at his own crotch, where an obvious tent had appeared
in his plaid boxers. He reached down and slid the fabric sideways so the
pink, swollen head of his cock slipped out of the fly. Hesitantly, he
slid his member out fully and grabbed it. James was again impressed by
his cousin's early development as, with his fist wrapped around the
middle of his shaft, it was already long enough to extend both above and
below his hand. He began to slide his hand up and down in time with
James's rhythm, and for a few moments, the boys sat in silence, stroking
their cocks in sync while they marveled at each other's growing manhood.

"I think you're holding it a little too tight," James said after a few
seconds. "Here; I'll show you."

With his left hand, he reached out, and Charlie let go of his throbbing
erection to let James take over. Charlie's cock was warm and stiff in
James's grip, a bit shorter but almost exactly as thick. Because he was
circumcised, his skin didn't slide on and off his cockhead as easily as
it did for James, but after a few strokes, James was able to figure out
the right combination of pressure and rhythm that made Charlie shudder
with pleasure. He could just feel the tickle of the wispy blond hairs
growing at the base of Charlie's shaft as puberty began to work its
magic.

Instinctively, Charlie reached out and, when James realized his
intention, he stopped stroking his own cock to let the boy have a turn.
They continued to stroke one another on their knees in the small tent,
silently soaking up each other's presence as they stared down intently at
each other's developing bodies. Right as James started to feel the
telltale pressure of an impending orgasm start to build in his pelvis,
Charlie stopped suddenly.

"Hey, James...?" He asked, looking up from his cousin's cock to stare him
in the eyes for the first time in minutes. "Can I ask you one more
thing?"

"Yeah, anything," James whispered, trying to keep his cock from twitching
its way into cumming.

"Well... one time at school I was walked into the bathroom, and two of
the older boys were in one of the stalls," Charlie began hesitantly, as
if confessing a deep dark secret. "And I peeked through the crack, and I
couldn't see much, but it seemed like..." He trailed off.

"It seemed like what?" James asked.

Charlie gulped. "Well... it seemed like... one of them had put the other
boy's penis in his mouth," he finished the sentence quickly, sighing as
if relieved. "I left right away, so I didn't see for sure, but I think
that what they were doing. Is that something boys do?"

James, unlike Charlie, had watched plenty of porn in the last few years.
In fact, he was practically an expert at this point. He had explored
every category on Pornhub - men and women, men and men, women and women.
Heck, he had even seen a few videos where the actors looked like women on
top and men down below. Pretty much any form of sex was exciting enough
to his young mind to make him cum, but if he was truly being honest,
there was something about watching one man take a huge meaty cock down
his throat or up his ass that was particularly thrilling. Which, now that
he thought about it, probably explained why he'd been so excited to get a
gloryhole blowjob in the bathhouse the day before.

"Yeah, I mean, sometimes, yeah," James said, not sure how to explain in a
way that would make sense to the younger boy. "It feels good to have a
mouth around it, and sometimes guys will... you know - help each other
out."

Charlie looked confused, but nodded. Then he furrowed his brow again.
"Can you... show me what it feels like?" He asked. Although they'd
stopped stroking, both boys' cocks were harder than ever.

James thought about it. It was one thing to get his dick sucked, it was
another to do the sucking... and especially for his cousin... but it did
seem like it could be fun. "Yeah, sure, why not," he replied. "This is
top secret stuff though - just you and me."

"Of course," Charlie said, with the intent seriousness of a boy trying to
seem like a man.

This time, James reached forward and lowered Charlie's boxers so his
whole package was exposed, not just his cock through his fly. As he
briefly grabbed his cousin's hips and felt the curve of his buttcheeks,
his own cock twitched with anticipation for something he couldn't quite
understand. Charlie's cock bounced out of the waistband as his cousin
removed his underwear, and James gently tilted him back on his heels so
he could lean forward at a better angle. With one hand, he held Charlie's
cock by the base of the shaft, with the other he gently cupped Charlie's
small dangling balls to keep them out of the way. Then James opened his
mouth and felt the tangy taste of wet cock for the first time as
Charlie's cockhead passed his lips. First, he tentatively licked like a
lollipop, then he descended, curious to see if he could fit his cousin's
whole cock in his mouth. With a little pressure at the back of his
throat, he was able to feel his cousin's pubes brushing his nose, and he
bobbed up again, trying to recreate the same sensations he'd felt only
one day earlier.

Charlie moaned with pleasure, then covered his mouth when he realized he
was not being nearly as quiet as they were before. After a few tries,
James found his rhythm, and began to eagerly gobble up his cousin's meat
as if it were his lifelong calling. Then, all of a sudden--

"Oh... oh... oh!" Charlie exclaimed with surprise. Without warning and
before James could react, a salty liquid was filling his mouth. He drew
back out of shock, only to get a shot of cum landing on his chin.
Charlie's cock pulsed in front of him, and a few more silvery drops
landed on the tent floor.

Both boys stared at each other in silent surprise. Then Charlie broke the
silence. "Was that... an orgasm?" He asked.

James nodded. "Yeah, it was, buddy. Congrats- you're a man now."

"I've never done that before," Charlie said, still in shock. "What was
that white stuff?"

James wiped some of the remaining 'white stuff' off his face. "That stuff
is called cum-- or, I guess technically, its real name is 'semen,'" he
explained. "When you put it into a girl, it's what babies are made out
of, but we make so much of it that you can cum every day and still make
more."

Charlie looked down at his own cock, impressed by his own handiwork.
"Okay... I see... My dad explained the birds and the bees to me once, but
I didn't realize this is what that meant."

James patted his cousin on the shoulder reassuringly. "I was surprised
you can even make it," he said. "Usually boys don't cum until they're a
little older. You must be an early bloomer."

Charlie looked up and puffed his chest out a little, proud of himself. "I
guess I am," he said, smiling. Then he looked down at James's waist,
where his cock was still fully exposed, stiff and swollen. "Do you want
me to do you now, too?" He asked.

It was James's turn to be surprised. "I mean... if you want to, yeah," he
said.

That was all Charlie needed. Suddenly emboldened by his new steps into
adulthood, he half-pushed his cousin back into a sitting position.
Without even putting his boxers back on, he leaned forward and again
grabbed his cousin's cock. He descended quickly and without hesitation,
but just like James, it took him a few moments to figure out what he was
doing. As James's cock was slightly bigger and Charlie's mouth slightly
smaller, it took him a bit longer to figure out a rhythm that didn't
include teeth or gagging, but once he did, the familiar wet, moist
feeling washed over James and he closed his eyes, letting the younger boy
take full control of his pleasure.

Being the more experienced cummer, James could tell when orgasm was
close. "Hey, Charlie - it's gonna... you know... explode soon," he said,
tapping the back of the blond head bobbing between his legs. But Charlie
either didn't know the sign to pull back or didn't care, and as James
felt one of his most powerful orgasms ever pulse through his body, his
twitching cock sprayed pulse after pulse of cum. But Charlie didn't gag,
or choke, or spit it out. He merely kept sucking, swallowing every drop
until the waves of pleasure subsided and James sunk backward, spent.

"Wow," Charlie said finally, straightening back up. "That was fun!"

James laughed, then caught himself realizing how noisy the boys had
become. "Shh!" he whispered, and the boys quickly retreated into their
own sleeping bags, listening intently.

Outside, there was a *snap* of a branch, then a rustling of leaves. James
peered out the flap into the darkness, but he couldn't see anything more
than a few feet from his tent. The boys waited, practically not
breathing, for an adult to come in and chastise them, but there was no
more sound beyond a quiet breeze and a hooting owl. After a few minutes,
the combination of the night air, the late hour, and the post-orgasm
bliss sent both James and Charlie to sleep, their family bond deeper than
ever before.

[End of Chapter 2]