Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2009 23:57:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Friedman <forcewielder2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kung Fu Humping ch. 10

This story involves sex between boys. If, for any reason, this either isn't
your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do
something else. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any
specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental.

Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without
my prior permission.

Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed
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by yours truly to others who think like me.

~Mark

***************

Finally, the day of the campout arrived. Logan and I arrived at the dojang
with our stuff shortly after lunch. We greeted the few others who'd already
arrived. While we waited for everyone else to arrive, we practiced some of
our moves. At long last, everyone arrived, and we quickly grabbed our stuff
and climbed into the vehicles. Heading into the mountains, we eventually
arrived at the camping site.

We all piled out of the vehicles, eager to be out, and our leaders had to
corral us back to get the tents set up. Some had more trouble than others,
but a few of us had been camping before and knew how to do it, so after we
were through with our own tents we helped those less familiar with tent
setting-up. We also had the bathrooms and showers pointed out (to which a
couple of the girls expressed relief – they didn't like the idea of
going for three days without bathing); the showers were divided into guys'
and ladies' sections.

Logan and I got into our tent (while we couldn't get it too far away from
the other tents, we hopefully got it far enough away that we hoped we could
have a little privacy; we also had our tent very near the entrance to the
guys' showers) and unrolled our sleeping bags. We jostled about a bit while
getting our stuff set aside, and I started getting a bit horny.

I started grabbing Logan's crotch a bit, and grinning, he said, "You just
can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"

"Not when you're around."

"You know that if you keep doing that, you're going to have to deal with
the results, right?"

"You know I'd be disappointed if I didn't, right?" I told him as I grabbed
his crotch again.

He quietly zipped the "door" of the tent shut. "Let's just suck each
other's dick together right now," he said quietly. "There are a lot of
people around, and the other way makes too much noise."

I nodded in agreement, and we both pulled our pants and underwear down a
bit, releasing our hard dicks. We laid down on our sides, and I moved my
face in front of Logan's crotch, while he moved his face in front of
mine. His lips slid over my dick, and I shuddered in pleasure before I took
his dick into my mouth. I reached over and began running a hand through
Logan's hair, and a moment later he began pawing my head as well. We laid
there, contently blowing each other off.  It was an amazing feeling –
the warm, wet sensation of Logan's mouth on my dick, his tongue gently
massaging it, and at the same time his own throbbing erection pulsing in my
mouth. I stared at his balls as I sucked, and I could practically feel him
gazing at mine.

After a few minutes, a quiet, muffled groan came from the direction of my
crotch, and moments later Logan's semen began blasting into my mouth. He
put a hand on the back of my head and practically shoved his dick down my
mouth as he came. I stopped sucking his dick, and felt his semen flowing
down my throat. He sagged for a moment after he was through; then he
continued with sucking my dick. I kept his dick in my mouth as it softened,
and my nose wound up pressed against his balls while my chin was in his
pubic hairs. His hand moved from my head to my butt, which he started
caressing with his fingertips. Then he gabbed my butt cheek and started
squeezing, and I was a goner. My semen burst out of the end of my dick and
into Logan's mouth. I started moaning (which I noticed wasn't easy when you
have a dick in your mouth). When my ejaculation finally ended, Logan kept
my softening dick in his mouth, his own nose winding up on my balls and his
chin in my pubic hairs. After a few minutes, we released the other's dick
from our mouth, and got up, pulling our pants and underwear back up.

"Man, I can't believe I swallowed!" Logan said, making a face.

"If it makes you feel any better," I told him, "so did I."

After a few moments, he said, "We better get back outside, before anyone
starts wondering what we're doing in here."

We unzipped the door and headed back out. Fortunately, it looked like no
one was any the wiser as to our blow jobs. We were soon told by our leaders
that there was some free time before some of the planned activities
started, and while we were free to roam about a bit, to be careful and be
back before 4 p.m.

Logan and I started exploring around a bit, and somehow wound up hiking
with four other guys – Aaron (who was 16), Derek (who was 12), James
(who was 14), and Matt (who'd just turned 11, and had made something of a
big deal about it, in a goofy 11-year-old kind of way).

Soon we wound up climbing a bit up a rocky outcropping, and at the top we
discovered a small lake on the other side (Lake? Pond? I never did know
what the difference between the two was...). With a bit of excitement, we
headed down to its shore.

"Hey, let's go swimming," Aaron suddenly proposed.

"But I didn't bring a swimming suit!" Matt protested.

"Who says we need swimming suits?" Aaron asked. "Water's not going to hurt
skin, right?"

"You're saying we should swim naked?" Matt asked with a quiver in his
voice.

"Why not?" James said. "We're all guys."

"But...what if girls come along?" Derek asked with wide eyes.

"Hey, can you imagine any of the girls doing the climbing we just did?"
Aaron asked.

"I dunno," Derek said, sounding uncertain.

"Hey, you don't have to if you don't want to," James said. "But as for
me..." With that, he started pulling his shirt off.

"Sounds like a plan to me," I said, also pulling my shirt and undershirt
off.

"But still...*naked*?!" Derek asked.

"Hey," I said to Derek, "you're starting 7th grade in the fall, right?" He
nodded. "So," I continued, dropping my pants, and pulling them off with my
shoes and socks, "even if you decide not to go swimming with us right now,
you'd still better start getting used to the idea of being naked in front
of other guys, `cause you're going to have to shower after gym class every
day. The same goes for you," I told Matt, "'cause you're not too far off
from that yourself, Mr. `I'm 11 now!'"

Derek and Matt exchanged nervous glances with each other, then slowly
started taking their own clothes off. I noticed that James, Aaron, and
Logan had almost finished stripping as well. While I'd rather obviously
seen Logan both in his underwear and naked (and been in just my underwear
and naked in front of him as well), I hadn't seen Aaron, Derek or Matt in
anything less that shorts and t-shirts. James and I had been in gym class
together last year, so we'd been naked in front of each other many times
(and yeah, I'd checked him out a bit there – besides thinking he was
kind of good-looking, I'd wondered what the pubic hairs of a redhead looked
like; they were reddish, surrounding a dick and balls close in size to my
own).

I pulled off my briefs, and noticed that James had already removed his
briefs as well; Logan dropped his boxers a moment later. I couldn't help
but noticed Derek and Matt looking us over. Then I glanced over at Aaron,
and I noticed him sliding his boxers off. He had a good-sized dick and
ball, with a lot of pubic hairs.

While the others headed into the water, I walked over to Derek and Matt,
who were standing there in their briefs, and gently said, "You two know you
don't have to if you really don't want to."

They glanced at each other. "Nah, you're right," Derek finally said. "We'd
better get used to this. And after all, if we can't be naked in front of
our friends, how can we do that around strangers?" With that, he took a
deep breath and slid his briefs down.

And yeah, I glanced over his nude body, now very glad Logan and I had
sucked each other off only a short time before. Otherwise, I might have
sprung an erection (assuming I wouldn't have already). Derek's dick and
balls weren't too big, but there were a few pubic hairs around
them. Moments later Matt had followed suit, and shyly stood there with his
hairless dick and balls showing for the entire world to see.

We headed into the water and horsed around for quite a while. Derek and
Matt soon seemed to get used to being naked. Soon I moved over and sat down
on a ledge that was on the shore, my legs dangling in the water. Matt soon
came over and sat down next to me, though he sat with his butt on the
lake's bottom so that only his head was out of the water.

We sat there in silence for a little while, until he asked, "How do you get
used to it?"

"What? Being naked around other guys?"

"Well, yeah."

I shrugged. "It's not all that hard, once you get used to it. After all,
we've all the same stuff the same down there," I said, pointing with a
finger at my crotch. "Besides, I've got two brothers. We've been in a lot
of circumstances over the years that involved taking our clothes off in
front of each other. From there, it wasn't too hard in the locker room to
just pretend I was just taking my clothes off around a whole lot of
brothers. I really don't even think about it now."

Logan came over at that point. He stared at Matt for a moment as he
hoisting himself out of the water and sitting down next to me. Matt smiled
shyly at him. Moments later, Derek came over.

"Uh, how are we supposed to dry off?" Derek asked.

"Come out of the water," I told him. "You'll have to let the air dry you
off."

His eyes widened a bit, but after a moment he got out of the water and sat
down next to me, opposite Logan. Matt stayed in the water a few moments
more, his eyes also wide, but he eventually got out of the water,
too. Aaron and James soon joined us on the shore. Derek sat there
nervously, at times looking like he wanted to cover up his crotch, but then
changing his mind. Matt didn't hold out quite so well, and soon he moved
his hands as casually as he could to cover his crotch up.

"We'd better get going," Aaron said after a while, and no one contradicted
him as we pulled our clothes back on (I think Derek and Matt may have set a
record for getting dressed).

Hours later, after the sun had set and we'd had a campfire (I could have
done without the bad attempts at campfire sing-a-longs, though), we all
headed to our tents, calling out "Good night!" to each other. Logan and I
hopped into our tent and zipped the "door" shut. As we started getting
undressed, I leaned over and gave Logan a quick kiss.

"Now, how are we going to do this?" I asked. "Your sleeping bag or mine?"

"My dad once showed me a trick where you can zip two sleeping bags
together," he said. "I think we should do it that way. More room."

"Good idea."

Dressed only in our underwear, we fumbled around with our sleeping bags a
bit until we were able to get them zipped together. When we were through, I
kissed Logan again, and we sunk down on top of our combined sleeping
bags. I started running my hands up under his undershirt and across his
chest, stroking his nipples with my thumbs. Logan gave out a low moan, and
started doing the same to me moments later. We then helped each other out
of our undershirts, and Logan got on top of me, kissing me hard. I grabbed
his butt through his boxers and started squeezing.

He broke off the kiss and muttered, "Blast you! Why do you always have to
make me so horny?"

"Because it's fun," I muttered. "Plus, you make being horny feel so good!"

Logan got off of me and pulled his boxers off while I slid out of my
briefs, our hard dicks, now free of their confines, jutting outward. We
turned off our flashlights and crawled into the sleeping bags together, and
Logan and I faced each other. We kissed for a moment before I took him in
my arms, our chests pressed together, and started grinding my crotch
against his.

Making love in the near total dark of the tent was an interesting
experience. I hadn't realized how much I had relied on being able to *see*
Logan while we'd screw. Now we were going more on touch than sight, our
hands gently exploring the other's nude body.

"Oh, Justin!" he breathed out in pure ecstasy at one point.

After several minutes of crotch grinding, I rolled us onto Logan's back, so
that I was on top of him. I then moved down a bit and slid my dick between
Logan's legs and into his butthole. He wrapped his arms around me, and I
slowly began sliding my dick in and out of him. I savored the warm
tightness of Logan around my dick as I thrust, his hard dick throbbed
between us.

Soon he started bucking his hips against me, and I quickly pressed my lips
against his, ensuring that the cry that would have been heard by everyone
about became a muffled moan as Logan came all over us. He sagged after he
stopped coming, and I moved my mouth off of his, my dick sliding in and out
of his butthole the whole time. I continued to thrust for what seemed like
an eternity until Logan suddenly grabbed my butt and squeezed. This time,
it was Logan's lips suddenly being pressed against mine to prevent any loud
vocal outbursts as I blew my load into him, after which I went limp.

"You're great," I told him after a while.

"I know," he said, and I could practically hear him grinning.

We got out of the sleeping bags, and after a few moments of searching in
our packs in the dark, we found a towel and a bar of soap. We then snuck
out of the tent and into the showers (where we discovered that the setup
was like at school, where there were no dividers of any sort between the
shower heads, with benches along the two shorter walls), where we cleaned
up, dried off, and snuck back into the tent. Climbing back into the double
sleeping bag, Logan curled up next to me, his head on my chest and my arm
around him.

After a while, he said, "I'm glad you and I are having sex. It makes me
feel good."

"Even when it's *your* butt getting nailed?"

"Even then."

His hand soon moved over and came to rest on my crotch. I held him a little
closer, while resting a hand on top of his. We soon drifted off to sleep.

***

I woke slowly, stretching. Logan's naked body next to mine reminded me of
what we'd done the night before, and I smiled. Thinking Logan was still
asleep, I gently rolled over onto my stomach and began to move out of the
sleeping bags. I didn't get very far when suddenly Logan was on top of me,
very much awake.

"Good morning," he said in a quiet, yet very cheery, voice. "Guess what
I've been waiting to do for a while!"

That was all the warning I had before his dick started sliding into my
butthole. When he got all the way inside me, he started thrusting. I felt
his hot breath on the side of my face as his arms encircled me. I folded my
arms under my head and rested my chin on my forearm, enjoying the feeling
of Logan's dick sliding in and out of me as his balls flopped against mine
with each inward thrust of his hips. And yes, I felt the same way Logan
said about how he felt the night before – I was glad we were having sex,
even when it was my butt getting nailed.

After several minutes, I closed my eyes and clutched the edge of the
sleeping bags, trying not to moan too loudly as my semen surged through my
dick. When my ejaculation was over, I laid there contently as Logan
continued to pound my butt. I allowed him to do that for a while before I
started flexing my butt muscles, and moments later Logan started moaning as
he came into me. When he finished ejaculating, we laid there for a while,
his soft dick still inside me.

"You are so *hot*," he quietly said to me.

"You're not so bad yourself," I told him, giving him a quick kiss.

We got out of the sleeping bag, his dick sliding out of me in the process,
and I hesitantly opened the tent door enough to poke my head out and look
around. Seeing that everyone else seemed to still be asleep, Logan and I
each grabbed a set of clean clothes and our towels and soap and quickly ran
to the showers, where we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed.

The day went by quickly, with lots of things going on to keep us busy. When
we finally retired to our tent for the night, Logan and I were worn out. We
started stripping, and I was out of my clothes first. I crawled into the
sleeping bags while waiting for Logan to finish. I laid on my back, my
hands clasped behind my head.

"Man, I'm pooped," I said.

"Me, too," Logan admitted as he dropped his boxers. "In fact, I really only
feel like doing...this!"

With that, he dove headfirst into the sleeping bags, right on top of
me. Moments later, I felt his mouth go down on my dick, and I drew in a
sharp breath as he started sucking. His own crotch, which was right above
my face, began moving around, and I figured I knew what he was trying to
do. I reached up and took his dick, guiding it to my mouth. His hips
promptly plunged down, his dick sliding into my mouth.

I contently started sucking his dick as he fully settled down onto me, his
dick throbbing in my mouth. We sucked for a while until I felt the familiar
tingling sensation in my crotch. I tried to hold back, wanting the blowjobs
to last as long as possible, but it wasn't to be. I arched my hips up as
best I could while giving a muffled "Mmmppphh!" as I came and came into
Logan's hot mouth. I flopped back down when I was finished, then continued
to suck Logan's dick while he kept my dick in his mouth. Minutes later, I
grabbed his butt and started squeezing. Within moments, Logan came, his
semen gushing out of the end of his dick and down my throat. He collapsed
onto me when his supply of semen was exhausted. We laid like that for
several minutes until the unthinkable happened.

I farted.

Logan began making choking noises as he spat my dick out before zipping out
of the sleeping bags. He pulled a face as he waved a hand under his nose as
he gasped for breath.

"Man, why'd you do that for?!" he gasped out.

"Sorry, man. It just happened."

"Still, man, you couldn't have held it in long enough for me to get out of
there? My face was right there!"

"Like I said, I'm sorry."

He pouted for a while, but eventually crawled back in (this time, of
course, going in feet-first). We curled up together, and soon fell asleep.

***

The next day was essentially a repeat of the first day. We all had a blast,
and when the night came, we gathered around the campfire once
again. Fortunately, it seemed that more sing-a-longs had either not been
planned for tonight or dropped after the miserably failed attempt the night
before. We sat around, making s'mores and telling jokes and stories.

"All right," Aaron said after a while, "I've got a story."  We all settled
in, and he began.

"Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob, who absolutely *loved* baked
beans. However, they gave him a major case of gas that could last for quite
a while. Bob eventually fell in love with a woman named Susan. He knew he'd
have give up the baked beans if he wanted to avoid stinking Susan out of
house and home, so he made the ultimate sacrifice – he gave up the baked
beans, and he and Susan were eventually married.

"One day, when Bob was coming home from work, his car broke down, and the
mechanic told him it would be a few days before it was fixed. So Bob called
Susan to let her know he'd be late getting home, and he started walking
home.

"He soon passed a local diner, and was quickly overwhelmed by a single
smell emanating from that diner – the smell of baked beans. Figuring
he'd long toot himself out before reaching home, he went inside and ordered
a double serving of baked beans.

"When he finally arrived home, Susan greeted him at the door and told him
she had a special surprise just for him. She blindfolded him and led him
into the dining room, where she seated him at the head of the dining room
table. Just then, the phone rang, and Susan instructed Bob not to remove
the blindfold while she went to answer the phone, and left.

"Soon, to Bob's horror, he felt a fart coming on. Keeping an ear on Susan's
conversation, he felt that it would be a little while before she came back
in. So he lifted a leg and let loose a fart. Now, this wasn't just any
ordinary fart. This was a nuclear explosion amongst farts. Lowering his
leg, Bob started fanning around him in an effort to clear the air. After a
few minutes, Bob felt another fart coming on. Since Susan was still on the
phone, Bob lifted his other leg and let loose the mother of all farts. Bob
was grateful Susan wasn't in the room as he started vigorously fanning the
air.

"When Susan finally returned to the dining room, she found Bob sitting in
the chair, with his hands folded in his lap. After receiving assurances
from her husband that he had not removed the blindfold the entire time, she
removed the blindfold – to reveal to Bob the twelve guests she'd invited
over for his birthday party."

The guys all roared with laughter at Aaron's story, and the girls just
rolled their eyes, muttering about how immature we were in their
eyes. Logan and I glanced at each other, wondering if Aaron somehow knew
what had happened last night. When we finally dispersed, Logan and I got
into our tent and flopped onto the sleeping bags.

"D'ya think Aaron heard what happened in here last night?" Logan asked
after a couple of minutes.

I shrugged. "If he did, he certainly never mentioned anything about it to
me."

We started talking about a few other odds and ends, but even though we were
as worn out as we'd been the day before, we couldn't keep our hands off
each other, and soon articles of clothing went flying as hands started
exploring naked flesh. When we'd both finished stripping, I pushed Logan
down and got onto him, driving my hard dick into his butthole. I started
sliding my dick in and out of him as he wrapped his arms and legs around
me, holding me tightly as his own hard dick throbbing between us. I closed
my eye, enjoying the wonderful sensations I was feeling. Logan's butt was
nice and tight around my dick, and I felt the warmth of his body radiating
outward. I was sure I felt his heart beating. He soon began bucking his
hips against me as best he could as his semen started squirting out of the
end of his dick. I got so excited that moments later I let loose my own
semen into Logan before collapsing onto him.

"I love you," I quietly said into his ear.

"I love you, too," he said.

"Carry me into the showers," he instructed me.

"Hold me tight, then," I told him, and he wrapped his arms and legs around
me as tight as he could.

Maneuvering so that I kept my now-soft dick in him, we grabbed our towels
and the soap. Poking my head out to make sure that the coast was clear, I
stumbled out of the tent and made as mad a dash as I could while carrying
another guy into the showers. Logan hopped off of me when we got in there,
and we got a couple of showers going, where we started cleaning off.

We chatted about nothing in particular while we bathed, taking our time in
doing so since we were enjoying being under the hot water. Suddenly we were
startled by one of the other kids, 7-year-old Tim, coming in, wearing only
a t-shirt and shorts.

"Hope you two saved some hot water for me," Tim said.

"Yeah, we did," I told him.

He set his towel and a change of clothes down on the same bench that Logan
and my towels were, and pulled off his t-shirt before dropping his shorts
and then his briefs. He got a shower going on the opposite side from Logan
and me and got under it. Logan and I showered for a while longer before we
turned off our respective shower and went over to where our towels were and
started drying off. For some reason, I glanced over at Tim and noticed that
he looked rather sad.

"Tim, is anything wrong?" I asked him.

"No," he muttered, looking down at the floor.

"Not to be nosy or anything, but it doesn't seem that way to me," I told
him.

He'd turned his back to us by that point, and even though he didn't say
anything, I heard sounds that made it seem like he was crying. I walked
over to face him, and noticed after a moment that a couple of streaks of
water running down his face wasn't from the showerhead, but rather tears.

Reaching over, I turned off the shower. Putting my hands on his shoulders,
I said, "Tim, seriously, what's wrong, dude?"

"It's some of the other guys, Pete and Chris," he finally said, naming two
10-year-olds. "They walked in here when I was showering yesterday. They
said my dick and balls were so tiny they thought I was a girl!"

I rolled my eyes. How typically immature. "Come here," I said, guiding him
back over to the bench and sitting him down. Putting an arm around his
shoulders, I said, "Honestly? I think your dick and balls are a good size
for someone your age."

"But Pete and Chris said..." he began before I stopped him.

"Pete and Chris were being dorks," I assured him.

"But yours are positively huge," he said, glancing down at my crotch.

"I'm 15," I said. "They should be. I'll let you in on a little something,
though of course if anybody else asks, I'll deny I ever said this. You're
seven, right?" He nodded in the affirmative, and I continued. "I've got
younger two brothers. One's your age. His name is Evan. The other's the
same age as Pete and Chris. His name is Tanner. Evan's dick and balls are
the same size as yours, and Tanner's aren't exactly all that much
bigger. Heck, even mine were that size when I was seven," I assured him,
gesturing at his dick and balls.

"Really?" he said, his eyes widening before he glanced back down at my dick
and balls.

"Yeah, really." All right, so I wasn't totally 100% sure about that (it
wasn't like I'd ever gone around measuring `em), but seeing as how my
brothers were similar in size down there to Tim now (and let's face it,
7-year-olds just don't have huge dicks and balls to begin with), I was sure
mine couldn't have been too different in size when I was seven.

"Oh," Tim said after a moment.

Logan sat down on the other side of Tim. "Hey, honestly, mine were that
size, too, once upon a time," he told Tim, who glanced at Logan's
crotch. "But mine got bigger, also," Logan continued, "and while they
aren't quite as big as Justin's, I still think they're a good size."

"Yeah, they are," Tim said.

"Trust us," I said. "Don't worry about it. Your dick and balls are *not*
too small. Guys your age are practically all the same size down there as
you are." Tim smiled, and I gave him a quick hug. "Now go finish your
shower," I told him.

We stood up, and he took a few steps towards the showers. Then he turned
back, came over, and gave me a big hug.

"Thanks, Justin," he said.

"You're welcome."

I grabbed the soap, and Logan and I wrapped our towels around our waists in
case we met with any other unexpected late-night roamers on the trip back
to the tent. We didn't meet anyone, though, and upon entering the tent and
zipping up the door, we dropped our towels and climbed into the sleeping
bags, Logan curling up next to me.

"So," he said after a few moments, "do I need to start worrying about
competition from Tim? He *is* kinda cute, after all."

"He's a little young for me," I said.

"I dunno," Logan said. "Your taste does seem to run towards us younger
guys." He laughed a moment later to show he wasn't serious. "Don't worry. I
know you're not the roaming type." He took my dick in his hand and gave it
a quick, but gentle, squeeze.

"Now *that* I don't know about," I said, as my hand started roaming up one
of his legs, heading towards his butt. "My hands like to roam a lot,
particularly over one specific body..."

"I knew it," he said with a chuckle. "You *are* a perv."

"Guilty as charged," I said, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him
closer to me. "Guilty as charged."

***

Morning arrived all too soon, and I knew that today we'd have to go home. I
started pulling myself out of the sleeping bags.  My waist had just come
out when suddenly I felt something warm and wet run across my dick. I
collapsed onto the ground on my side from the unexpected pleasure, my dick
getting hard. Logan grinned at me from the vicinity of my crotch, where
he'd just licked my dick. He then rolled me onto my back and went down on
my dick, guiding it into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Logan!" I moaned out as his head started bobbing up and down. I
ran my hands through his slightly curly hair. Every so often, Logan would
turn his head to one side, allowing his lips to run along the length of my
shaft. Then he started playing with my balls, and I was a goner. My semen
exploded out of my dick during one of those times that Logan had turned his
head to the side, so my semen sprayed all over me.

When I was through coming, Logan got onto me and guided his dick into my
butthole. He then started thrusting while I wrapped my arms around his nude
body, pulling him to me. His dick slid in and out of my butthole for almost
20 minutes before he climaxed, his semen flowing into me. He then gave me a
quick kiss before getting off of me, his now-soft dick sliding out of me.

We cleaned up one last time before getting dressed and getting back into
the tent to pack up everything. By then, everyone else was packing up their
stuff and taking their tents down. While we'd all had a good time, we all
felt a little sad that it was over. But Logan quietly whispered into my ear
something that brought a smile to my lips.

"Remember, my birthday's in a couple of weeks."