Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2020 12:22:28 -0700 From: William RS Subject: Camping with Greg and Kevin 4 Camping with Greg and Kevin - 4 Before reading, please consider a donation to NIFTY. Greg grinned and stated, "Practice. Oh, and it helps to have my brother show me the ropes." Kevin nodded with eager acknowledgement and approval as we both stared at his slimy, pre-cummy teen cock. "You two have had your fun, now it's my turn to beat off," said Kevin, smugly. Kevin was an ever so slightly flabby but decent looking teen in pubescence at age 13 and his cock and balls showed it. His penis' shaft was longer and thicker than Greg's or mine. His purplish cockhead was swollen and full of pre-cum from really wet and slimy looking to thickening, gooey, sticky looking where it was drying out on his thick rock hard shaft. He had sprouts of hair for a pubic bush, much less than what I had seen on my dad when catching him coming out of the shower on occasion. His balls were also larger than ours. They hung in their pouch loosely with strings of skin holding the pouch to the base of his penis. The skin of his pouch was reddened with the activity he had subjected it to. Wispy hairs enveloped the pouch. "I won the game and I want Wills with me for the night," Kevin said with some excitement. Greg saw my concern, but gave me a wink and calmed me saying he would be there and Kevin was really fun to sleep with. He should know as my friend and his older brother had 'slept' together many times. "OK, Kev, I will be 'yours' for the night but, only if I get to explore your cock for myself ," I proudly and bravely said. Kevin smiled and nodded with approval, "Oh yeah!" You see, Kevin was not a bully although he pretended to be sometimes around everybody. Truth is, he had a gentle way about him around his younger brother and me. Kevin asserted his older brother 'status' through bluffs and benign threats but, in reality, he was really what guys could call a big 'pussy.' Kevin didn't have a lot of friends like Greg and, looking back on it today, he was a 'loner' who craved friendship. Which is why he liked me and several of Greg's other friends. And, obviously, this spilled over into his developing sexuality. "Are you OK watching me and Kev?" I asked Greg. "It will be major fun seeing what you two end up doing," he answered. I then looked at Kevin and tried to look and sound as authoritative as possible. "Hands off your cock and put them behind you," I commanded bravely. So far, so good, Kevin was complying and actually looked pleased which gave me more confidence." "Spread your legs!" I then laid my head within an inch of this boy's eagerly awaiting cock and balls. I was fascinated being able to study the pubescence of this boy. Before I even touched it, I took the time to look and smell it. His cock bobbed with each of his excited heartbeats and he would 'flex' it intentionally which forced more pre-cum from the slit where it formed a nice bead that elongated as gravity pulled it down his frenulum and onto the shaft. He flexed his cock again and I noticed how this also caused his nuts to pull closer to the base of his cock. I looked closely at his pubic hairs. "I can't wait until I start growing cock hairs," I giggled. I put my nose to his ball sack and breathed in through my nose. The smell around his balls and perineum was sweet and gamey at the same time; almost like some weird cologne. What today I call 'crotch cologne." I blew on his ball sack. To my amazement the skin of the pouch suddenly tightened and the testicles it held appeared to start dancing around in a gyrating circular motion. "Are you doing that intentionally?" I asked. "Doing what?" Keven responded. "Causing your balls to dance." "I don't think so. But I like what you're doing so far." I then put my nose close to his penile shaft. It didn't have too much of a smell. Then my eyes were gazing closely at the tip. Then my nose. Then my lips. What happened next was never forgotten for I got brave and stuck my tongue out and took a taste of Kevin's oozing pre-cum. "Did you just kiss my dick?" I withdrew immediately as I feared I may have crossed a line. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." "No need for sorrow, I like what you are doing. Please continue. You can do whatever you want with my dick. It's yours," Kevin reassured. I turned to Greg and he was giving me three 'thumbs up,' if you know what I mean. So I returned my tongue to Kevin's boner. I gently licked the slit area. His pre-cum tasted a little salty and wasn't gross like I would have thought previously. I then licked the drying pre-cum around the tip and I continued down his shaft. I was licking a teen boy's penis like a lolly-pop. "Ooh, this feels good. Now go ahead and put it in your mouth," pleaded Kevin with his eyes closed now. So I did. First, just his cockhead. The soft skin of his cockhead contrasted with the stiffness just under the skin. I then went down further on his shaft about halfway, before I suddenly withdrew because I choked a little. "That's OK, Wills, just beat me off now. I'm so ready to cum." "Greg, can you help me?" I asked. Greg then announced, "Kevin, let's play 'prisoner torture' like you do with me." Greg quickly grabbed Kevin's arms and pulled them above his head. He instructed me to hold his legs apart. Kevin wasn't really struggling all that much as he pleaded with us as he obviously liked this type of play. "No, please, not the dick torture. Please! Oh fuck." Greg pronounced, "Prisoner, you have been found guilty of spewing your dick juice on Will last night. Your punishment will be slow and torturous jacking and only Will and I will decide when you will cum. Any last words before we start?" "Oh please, no. Please let me cum, now!" Kevin mocked as he giggled at the thought of two younger boys giving him an erotic torture. Greg then took a shoe lace and tied Kevin's arms behind his back. Each of us sat on one of his legs where we both had full access to his pleading cock. Greg went out and grabbed a stem of grass with a seed tassel at its tip. Back inside, the seed tassel was teasingly applied to Kevin's ball sack. The skin tightened and his balls danced with each touch. Pre-cum was flowing as a string of it dribbled from his cockhead to his abs. Greg did this for about five minutes. Then Greg announced we would do the tip rub torture. Slickened with pre-cum, Greg invited me to administer this torture and instructed me to take the palm of my hand and briskly rub it over and around Kevin's engorged and now very sensitive tip. "Oh shit! Please no." I kept this up in spite of Kevin's pleading and squirming. On and on it went. After twenty minutes of teasing and playing with (I mean torturing) Kevin's cock, Greg spit into his hand and took a hold of Kevin's pleading boner and started stroking, slowly. I was instructed to grab his balls and pull down gently which tightened the skin of his shaft. With his other hand Greg then inserted his finger up Kevin's ass like he had done with me earlier. "Is the prisoner ready for his cum?" Greg teased. "Oh please, let me cum!" With that, the stroking quickened and soon the corona of Kevin's cockhead had reddish spots as it swelled to its maximum. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to cum!" With that, Kevin started spurting his baby making manhood. And did he ever! His cum flew into my face and onto Greg's arms and, finally, the last few spasms of milky ooze flowed out of his piss slit, onto both our hands as we gently rubbed his proud boner. We untied Kevin and he let out a sigh of contentment. Not much was said as we all were now post orgasmic and sleepy. Greg returned to his sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep first as indicated by a small snore he emitted as he slept. Kevin quietly approached my sleeping bag and, with nervous anticipation, I reached out and gently stroked the wispy hairs on his arm which made him shudder. "Open your sleeping bag," he whispered softly, which I did. He crawled in and laid next to me with me facing his back. I really was taking a liking to this older boy who appeared to care about me, so I decided to give him a big hug to which he let out a soft sigh of approval. He was soon asleep himself. I slipped my hand to his crotch where I cupped his now soft penis and relaxed ball sack and drifted off to sleep, marveling at what I had discovered about myself, sexually, and that of others. To be continued? *** Please read carefully. More than a handful of readers have commented on this posting stating how realistic it appears. That is my goal when writing an erotic story because my contention is 'the clumsy truth is often more erotic' than some stories in NIFTY where boys appear to engage in very adult sexual practices beyond what I and probably most boys really experienced. That said, parts 3 and 4 of this story compile several of my boyhood sexual experiences into one night. I did this to add excitement to the NIFTY reader experience. Parts 1 and 2 actually happened pretty much as written. In truth, I did camp with Greg and Kevin and things did turn sexual with each other. The sexy stuff was showing off our cocks and masturbating each other. Kevin did invite me over to 'explore' his aroused genitals because I was curious about his puberty and I asked him if I could do so. Both Greg and Kevin were good friends that married women and have children of their own, now. They would probably be embarrassed by this writing, so I changed the exact location, and their names, slightly, to protect them and myself. I do like to camp at the Silver Falls campground in the Entiat River valley, located north of Wenatchee in Central Washington State, USA. All boys' paths of sexual discovery are fun to read about and most are pretty unique. If this brings back fond memories of the sexual discoveries you made, as a boy at pubescence, please share with me! The NIFTY readers of this genre love to read about realistic boy sexual explorations when sex was new to us and each discovery brought more and more erotic joy of our own bodies. If you desire to see your own interesting, autobiographical (meaning true or have a basis in truth), sexual discovery story in NIFTY and would need help writing it, please contact me with your recollections and I will help you craft your great story. Feel free to change names, dates and locations to protect your and the identities of others. I'm also open to adding more parts to "Camping with Greg and Kevin" with reader suggestions as long as they stay realistic to the normal sexual behaviors of boys at the edge of pubescence; generally ages 10 to 13 like Greg, Kevin and me. Of course, my tale will then diverge from reality, but I hope the spirit of any additional material could have plausibly happened between the three of us, if given the chance. As always, comments and constructive criticisms are always welcome. Write to me at: wrsjrm@gmail.com I will respond to all thoughtful responses. If you enjoyed this posting, please use my email in the NIFTY search engine to link to some of my other material. Will R. S.