Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2022 21:10:56 +0000 (UTC) From: D M Subject: Family Camping Trip, part 4 Title: Family Camping Trip Installment: 4 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 like what you're reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know - I love feedback! If you like my writing, you can also check out my other series "Exploring at Camp Hardwood," "The Nude Neighbors," and "Middle School Swim Team." As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at donate.nifty.org to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. Family Camping Trip, Chapter 4 When Ranger Rob brought James and Brad back to the campsite, everything seemed like a normal morning. Mark, their dad, had a small fire going to heat up his coffee and Charlie was slathering peanut butter on a slice of bread. When the group approached, Mark looked up. "Morning fellows! Where've you boys been?" He asked casually. "It's not like either of you two to wake up early," he chuckled. James and Brad looked at each other uneasily, not sure how to respond. But Ranger Rob jumped in to save the day. "I found them down at the swimming hole when I went down for my morning laps," Rob lied, giving James a small wink out of the corner of his eye. "I guess they wanted to get the most bang for their buck before you all head out tomorrow!" Brad nodded hastily. "It was a little hot when I woke up this morning," he said, "and I wanted to cool off before starting the day. James saw me walking off and followed me down, and we lost track of time." "Huh," Mark said, focusing more on his coffee than the story. "Well, you'll have plenty more time with Ranger Rob today, don't you worry." "What do you mean?" James asked, confused. Rob smiled. "Your dad is asked me to take you boys on a nature walk," he explained. "I know the hills surrounding the campsite like the back of my hand, and he wanted to get some serious fly fishing in without you monsters distracting him." Mark chuckled, then looked around. "You boys don't mind, do you? Rob will make it fun; I'm sure." All three boys shook their heads. James in particular was excited as he'd developed a bit of a crush on the handsome park ranger, with his tan muscles, flowing hair, taut behind, and large cock. In his early 20s, Rob was old enough to seem mysterious but young enough to be relatable; a cross between the rugged handsomeness of a lumberjack and the refined features of an Abercrombie model. Brad, at 17, always tried to seem too cool for anything - whether it was school, camping, or a nature walk - but based on the way Charlie looked at Rob, James wasn't the only one with eyes for the ranger. After a quick breakfast, the boys gathered up small packs of water, snacks, and sunscreen and dressed in hiking clothes. When Rob returned from the ranger station, he let Mark know that they wouldn't be going too far, but they should plan to be gone until after lunch time. He was wearing his usual khaki uniform that hugged his muscles just right and carrying a small pack of his own. Off the boys went, and soon even James's hormonal mind was distracted by the natural beauty around them. Rob seemed to know everything about everything: he pointed out trees that grew only on the north side of the slope, he could identify every bird by its call, he knew which berries you could eat and which were poisonous. The only time James's thoughts returned to a naughty place were when he was directly behind Rob on the trail; watching his tight buttocks flex with each step and the smallest of sweat stains forming on his shorts got the blood flowing in James's. Sometimes he tried to distract himself by looking at the trees... other times, he just watched and enjoyed. After nearly two hours, the four boys reached a small clearing. The air was cooler and fresher than at the campsite, and although they could see off into the hills in the distance, the tall trees below completely obscured the world from which they'd just emerged. There was a small pool of crystal-clear water, not more than a dozen feet across and a foot or two deep, that trickled off into the trees in a small creek. "Rob, how is there water this high up?" Charlie asked curiously. Rob chuckled. "This is a natural spring, Charlie," he explained. "It wells up from deep underground and eventually flows back down to the lake below. The water is so fresh that you can drink it." He reached down and splashed a little on his face. "I figured this is where we could stop and cool off, have a little lunch, then head back down." The boys dropped their packs and sat down on a few small boulders near the water's edge. While the hike had not been too strenuous, it felt good to relax and get off their feet. Brad stripped off his boots and dangled his feet in the water, and soon Charlie followed suit. Ranger Rob went one step further. He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, revealing his smooth, tan torso and rippling muscles. Then, he unbuttoned his shorts and lowered them to the ground, standing in front of the three boys wearing only a white cotton jockstrap. The sight of Rob's plump, tan cheeks framed by white elastic and the heavy, round pouch that barely contained his large package immediately got James's cock growing, and he was suddenly very glad that he was still sitting down and wearing loose shorts. Rob hooked his thumbs around the waistband of the jock and was about to strip it off as well when Charlie stopped him. "Rob," he asked quietly, as if afraid, "I have a question." "Sure thing, Chuck!" Rob responded, looking over at the young blonde boy. "What's up?" Charlie hesitated. "What... why are those underwear like that?" he asked. "I've never seen briefs like that before." Rob chuckled. "I take it you don't play sports at school, huh kid?" Charlie shook his head sheepishly. "This is called a jockstrap," Rob explained. "It's great for holding everything in place when you're exercising or being active. A lot of time in the summer, I just won't wear any underwear at all if it's hot, but..." He trailed off. "But what?" Charlie asked, enthralled. He hadn't taken his eyes off Rob's bulge the entire time. James and Brad were watching the interaction as well, silently, and James wondered where Rob was going. For the first time all weekend, Rob looked a little shy, even blushing slightly as he tried to form the right words. "Well... so... you know how boys and men come in all shapes and sizes, right?" Charlie nodded. Rob continued, "Well it just so happens that I'm on, you know, the larger side. And if I'm doing something like hiking or playing sports, all that swinging around can get annoying. So that's why I wear jocks when I want to feel the breeze in my shorts but also keep everything under control." As if to emphasize his point, Rob pulled his jock down to his ankles and stood back up silently. The boys had all seen Rob naked a few times at the swimming hole, but this was different. It was one thing to catch a glimpse of cock as they splashed around in the water or to sneak a peek as they laid out in the sun; it was another to have Rob standing in front of them, talking about his own cock, then revealing it for their inspection. It really was a specimen to behold. As Rob was shaven totally smooth, every inch of his thick shaft was clearly visible, each curve and vein on display. Even flaccid, his cock hung nearly 6 inches, his circumcised cockhead resting gently on a pair of large, low-hanging balls. Everything about it looked like a true man's cock, but even James's brother and dad weren't nearly as large as the park ranger. For a split second, the group stared in silence at the perfect penis, including Rob looking down at his own equipment with a slight awkward pride. Charlie of all people broke the silence. "That's the biggest one I've ever seen," the 12-year-old whispered. Rob chuckled, the silent spell broken. "Well, you're pretty young, kid, you can't have seen that many." Charlie blushed. "Well... yeah. But I've seen Brad and James and Uncle Mark down at the swimming hole, and the other guys there too. And, well..." He looked over at James. Rob looked confused. "And what?" he asked. Charlie looked over at his cousin. "Can we tell them, James?" James was confused at first, then he winced when he realized. Charlie was thinking about their exploration the night before, when they'd gotten hard in the tent and pleasured each other. "Tell them what?" Brad interrupted, now curious. James turned bright red. "Well, you guys have to promise not to tell anyone," he said. "Not even Dad." Rob smiled. "The mountains are a place for secrets," he said sagely. "What happens out here, stays here." James glanced over at Charlie, who looked uncomfortable he'd brought it up. "Fine, you can tell him," James said. "Well..." Charlie began. "I wanted to learn some stuff about puberty, and James helped explain things to me," he said. "We ended up doing some stuff, where... well... I understand penises better now," he finished awkwardly. Rob nodded wisely. "Do you have any brothers, Charlie?" he asked. Charlie shook his head. "Ah, that explains it," Rob said, breaking out into a reassuring grin. It was funny, James thought, seeing the young man standing there, naked as the day he was born, having a casual conversation with three clothed boys. "When we hit puberty, we all have a lot of questions. And for many of us, our brothers are the ones who teach us everything it means to be a man, and for those of us who don't have brothers, we often learn from a cousin or a friend. It's totally normal." Charlie smiled, relaxing once he realized Rob wasn't angry or alarmed. Rob continued. "I have a brother who's a couple years older than me, and he taught me everything I know when I was your age. Heck, from the time I was 14 to the time I was 18, we probably had sex two or three times a week!" Charlie's smile disappeared and he looked confused again. "Had sex? I thought only a boy and a girl could do that." James grinned in spite of himself. I guess Charlie hadn't seen any of the videos he had... even at 14 years old, James was well aware of the things men could do to pleasure one another. He looked over at Brad and Rob, who were both grinning too. Charlie's innocent curiosity clearly amused them as well. "Oh, definitely not," Rob said. "With a little practice, guys can put their dicks in each other's butts and it feels really good. Just as good as sex with a girl." "Feels better, honestly," Brad added, and James looked over at his brother with surprise. He'd never thought of his brother, the captain of the soccer team and one of the most popular guys in his grade, as interested in men. He'd always seemed to have one girl or another hanging around, and it had never occurred to James that his brother might share his taste in porn. Rob looked over at Brad and his grin widened. James noticed that his cock was a little larger than it had been when he first got naked. It was still hanging mostly downward, but it looked a little puffed up and didn't quite lay heavily on his scrotum anymore. Could all the sex talk be getting Rob hard? Charlie still looked a bit quizzical. "How the heck does *that* work?" he asked, surprising himself by how loud it came out. Rob shrugged, then looked back over at Brad. The 17-year-old was still sitting on the rocks by the water dangling his feet, but his hand was now in his lap. Was Brad also trying to hide a growing erection? James wondered. "You wanna show them?" Rob asked Brad. James gasped under his breath, then caught himself. Brad shrugged. "Sure, why not." He jumped down off the rock with a small splash. There was no mistaking the tent in his hiking shorts; the conversation had aroused him as well. "But," Brad continued, "there's no way that thing is gonna fit inside me. So you've gotta play catcher." Rob shrugged. "Fine by me," he said. "You two wanna see how the big boys do it?" James and Charlie both nodded. Suddenly, Rob was all business. "First, a little anatomy lesson," he said. "Everybody get naked." His authoritative park ranger voice was back, but he wasn't telling the boys how to avoid poison ivy. This time, the conversation was much more interesting. Brad walked out of the water and over to the clearing where the boys gathered. One by one, they all stripped off their clothes. Rob gathered them in a small circle, with each boy's cock pointing inward. James was already fully hard, his cock pointing at his belly button, and so was Brad. Rob and Charlie had semis, but they were both growing fast as well. Ranger Rob was in teacher mode. "Okay, Charlie and James, stop me any time if you have any questions. Let's see, where to start... "Okay, well when your penis gets hard it's called an erection. When it's soft it's called 'flaccid.' Penises can point in all different angles and curves when they're hard and that's totally normal. Mine's mostly straight when it's hard, but some like James's point sky-high." He continued. "Some penises are circumcised, like mine and Charlie's. Others are uncircumcised, like James and Brad. That means they have foreskin, which slides on and off the head when you're hard or have to pee." Rob reached out and grabbed Brad's hard cock, giving it a few strokes. "I knew that one already," Charlie said proudly. "James taught it to me." Rob chuckled. "Very good, very good," he said. "Now, you'll notice that guys also do different things with their pubic hair. It looks like James just lets his full bush grow, which is fine, but as he gets older and starts having sex more often, he may want to trim his hair, like Brad, or shave it, like me. You probably don't have to worry about that much yet, as it looks like your hair is still coming in." Rob paused and looked around the circle. Everyone was fully hard, including Charlie. James couldn't believe how big and thick Rob's cock was when it was fully erect - Brad's was larger than anything James had ever seen before, and Rob beat Brad by what looked like an inch. It jutted out aggressively into the circle like a weapon, and James had to resist the urge to reach out and hold it in his hand. "Well, now, we've got quite the collection in front of us, don't we?" Rob said with a chuckle. "Okay, Charlie, a couple things you have to understand. Guys are very sensitive about the size of their dicks, and especially smaller guys can kinda obsess over it. You also have to realize that the four cocks in front of you are *not* average. The average adult male is around 5 1/2 inches when fully erect, and it looks like we all - even you, kid - have that beat. Mine is around 8 inches when fully hard, and I've never even seen another one as large as me. I know that sounds obnoxious, but it's true." "Some guys have all the luck," Brad joked, making the others laugh. "James taught you about masturbation?" Rob asked matter-of-factly. Charlie nodded. "Great," he continued. "Basically all you need to know there is that it's perfectly natural and that guys your age like to do it a ton. When I was 12 or 13, I was beating my meat 3 or 4 times a day. I still do it at least daily, and I'm 22 now. The one thing you should know is that cum as a pretty specific smell, so if you are busting nuts in any weird places, make sure you clean up after yourself." Brad laughed. "One year at the camping trip I accidentally got cum on my sleeping bag, and Dad saw it. He wasn't mad, but he told me to do the laundry as soon as I got home so Mom wouldn't notice." James recalled that incident from two or three years back. He hadn't known why at the time, but he remembered finding it odd that Brad, who hated to do laundry, was the first one to volunteer when they got home. "When you get excited," Rob explained, "one thing that also might happen is you start leaking a little of what's called precum. It's usually clear and sticky, and some guys get it more than others. You can see James is leaking like a hose right now." Rob reached out and ran a finger along the underside of James's cock, and for a second he thought he'd climax right then and there. He retrieved a thick, sticky strand of precum and showed it to Charlie. Charlie's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he watched the ranger caress his cousin's cock. Rob continued his lesson. "Now, if you're with another guy, there are basically three things you can do to make a penis feel good. You can use your hand, your mouth, or your hole. All three can feel great if the vibe is right and you're both comfortable with what you're doing." He turned to Brad. "Time for the practical demonstration?" Brad nodded, his cock twitching. Rob walked a few steps away, back toward the rock. "One thing that's critical," he said to the boys, "is that everything has to be nice and wet to slide in easily. Otherwise you're in for a painful time - especially with a big cock like Brad's." Rob got on his knees and gestured for Brad to come over. Brad walked over, his hard cock bouncing comically, and Rob took his cock in his mouth. It wasn't at all like James's cocksucking experience; Rob was clearly a pro. He buried his face in Brad's pelvis on the first try, swallowing the entire 7-inch cock over and over and dowsing the shaft with saliva. After a few moments, he pulled off and stood back up. He turned around, bent over, and braced himself against one of the larger boulders. "Come take a seat and watch and learn," he said, beckoning to James and Charlie, who were still standing stock-still in awe. The two boys found boulders of their own to lean up against and Brad walked over to stand behind Rob. "Oh-- one more thing," Rob added. "Another way you can get ready for sex is for one person to use his tongue on the other one's hole. It's called rimming, and it feels really good." He looked back at Brad and nodded. This time, Brad was the one to sink to his knees and buried his face in between Rob's cheeks. James had never seen someone get rimmed in person before, and it was way hotter than in porn. Strands of Rob's long wavy blond hair started to stick to his forehead as he panted with pleasure while Brad tongued his hole. Satisfied with his work, Brad stood up and spat down on his cock once more. He lined up his shiny red cockhead with Rob's pink, clean-shaven asshole and then, in a split second, slid in. Rob bucked and moaned, seeming to resist at first then arching his back to let Brad in deeper and deeper. Then, Brad found a rhythm, and with his hands on either side of Rob's hips, began to thrust. Soon, the clearing was filled with the sounds of both boys panting and moaning, Brad's heavy ballsack swinging against Rob's ass, and Rob's thick, rock-hard cock slapping against his stomach as he got fucked. James had never seen anything so erotic; it was ten times better than any porn. He looked over at Charlie, whose face was trancelike as he watched. Silently, both boys began to masturbate furiously, overwhelmed by the feeling that the demonstration in front of them was sending to their dicks. Brad and Rob's athletic, sweaty bodies worked in perfect unison to deliver pleasure to one another. Their grunts and moans echoed around the woods, and at one point, Brad even gave Rob's buttcheek a hard *smack* that echoed through the air. Rob lifted one leg up on a smaller rock to give Brad even more leverage to pound away at the park ranger's hole, and with every thrust, it seemed like one of them was about to collapse with exhaustion. After a few short minutes, Brad half-grunted, half-moaned, "I'm close. Are you close?" With sweat flying through the air, Rob nodded. "Fucking go for it," he urged. Brad picked up the rhythm of his thrusts and his moans turned into yells. "Yes. Yes. Right there. YES!" With one last thrust, he buried his cock balls-deep in the older boy and threw his head back with ecstasy. Rob was right behind him. Without even touching his cock, it began to leak, then spray, a steady stream of white semen as Brad bucked and twitched inside him. His seed splattered all over the boulder and ground in front of him as the waves of pleasure from his prostate rocketed through his body. Then, in an instant, it was all over, and both boys collapsed with exhaustion, leaning heavily on the rocks to stay upright. James looked down and realized his torso was covered with cum. Somewhere in the heat of the moment, he'd climaxed as well, unable to discern between his own pleasure and that of the two boys he was watching. He looked over at Charlie to see the youngest member of the group was the last to cum, but he was doing it as they spoke: Furiously pounding away, a river of silvery-clear semen spilled out of his cockhead while James watched. All four boys sat in silence, coming slowly back to reality from the orgasmic plane. After a few moments, Rob was the first one to speak. "Well, I hope that was educational," he said with a laugh. "Let's hop in the water to clean up and head back to camp." [end of chapter 4]