A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 12: A Day at Camp

I slept on top of my sleeping bag all night and woke very early as I felt the chill on my naked body. Opening my eyes, I could see Calvin awake and staring at me. My skin was mottled with goose pimples, and my nipples ached as they stood proud from my chest.

Calvin knew I was awake and brought his hand to stroke my chest, rubbing my goose pimples until my skin warmed and they vanished beneath his fingers. As he touched my firm nipples, I felt the sensation travel down to my soft cock.

“Do you feel alright this morning?” I asked.

“Much better, thanks. But I am feeling horny.” Calvin unzipped his sleeping bag and showed me his hard cock.

“Don’t worry about me, Cal. Go ahead and deal with it. But just be quiet so you don’t wake the others.”

Calvin looked disappointed.

I turned over, away from him, pretending to go back to sleep.

“Oh.” I heard him sigh.

Turning back to face him, I grinned. “You’re too easy to tease.”

Calvin chuckled, and I leant forward, swallowing his cock. I sucked it down my throat, coating it with my spit. I could feel his cock get harder in my mouth as I sucked on his shaft and ran my tongue along its length. Above me, Calvin was making muffled sounds, his hand in his mouth to muffle the sounds.

Pulling off his cock I told him that I wanted him to fuck me.

He lay stunned.

I knelt in front of him, covered my fingers with spit and reached back to stick them into my hole. Calvin watched as I finger fucked myself, getting my hole ready for him.

“Now it’s all yours,” I said as I pulled my fingers out.

Calvin just stared at my gaping hole. It winked at him.

I heard Calvin get to his knees, and he inched forward, his cock getting closer.

It felt electric when it touched me, and my hole opened wide to let it in. Calvin pushed gently, and his cock slipped inside me.

He wasn’t as big as Darren or Charlie or any other guy who’d fucked me, and I gave him little resistance. Squeezing my arse, I tightened around him and leant forward to allow his cock to slip out. Calvin was being careful, not realising I had a well fucked hole, so he didn’t have to be quite so gentle.

Feeling his knob almost at my sphincter, I leant back and pushed his cock back inside, his knob, this time, hitting my prostate as it passed.

Calvin began to take over and slowly pulled out and back in. His hands were on my back, and I could feel them massaging my muscles. He fucked me slowly, and his hands caressed me. They reached my neck and shoulders and pressed his fingers harder against my taut muscles.

I was going to tell him to go faster, to fuck me harder, but something stopped me. I’d never been fucked like this before, and I was beginning to enjoy it. I remained still, on all fours, as Calvin played with my body.

Moving his hands to my flanks, he stroked downwards until he came to my hips. Holding me tight, he thrust his cock into me a little more firmly and then continued his slow sensual fucking as his hands travelled back up my body and around my chest until his fingers gripped my nipples. I could feel his breath against my neck as he was bent forward. His fingers pinched my nipples hard. It sent waves down to my groin, and my dick started to throb. It was then that I first realised that I was hard. Looking underneath my body, I could see it sway gently like a flag in the breeze as Calvin eased his cock in and out of my arse.

I watched as my knob, half emerged from my foreskin; it was dripping pre-cum onto my sleeping bag below.

I relaxed my arms and dropped my head and shoulders to the ground. My shoulders now felt the weight of my body, and I no longer felt Calvin’s warm breath. I wanted to moan, to make some noise; I needed to. Opening my mouth, I sucked in the silky fabric of my sleeping bag and moaned. My throat vibrated, and I closed my eyes. My ears could hear my moans, but little sound travelled through the stuffing of my sleeping bag.

Calvin’s hands were back on my hips, and he teased me with a few more hard and fast thrusts. Slowing down again, I felt one hand reach round. If he touched my dick, I knew I’d come. But he grabbed my balls instead, playing with them, squeezing them, rolling them around his palm and fingers like an executive stress relief toy.

I could feel his fingers grip the base of my shaft, his hand still fondling my balls. I watched ropes of pre-cum fly and land on my belly and sleeping bag as he waggled my dick.

My entire body relaxed. It was a strange sensation, one that I never had while being fucked. Calvin’s cock massaged my insides as his hands massaged my body. His slow, careful and tender movements took control of my body, and my arse no longer squeezed and sucked in his cock. I felt like I was no longer in control of my body; Calvin was controlling me and my muscles, and I felt a dense fog on my brain clouding my mind.

A sharp intake of breath above me focused my mind a little, and I felt Calvin’s hand back on my balls. This time his fingers moved up my shaft, and his palm released my balls as it wrapped around my dick.

One slow, gentle pull on my dick and I screamed and bit down hard into the fabric lodged in my mouth. My dick started to spasm and jerked wildly. My balls ached as my sac tightened and pressed them tight against my body.

Calvin thrust his cock deep inside me a couple more times, then stopped.

As my dick exploded, sending cum everywhere, my arse clamped down on Calvin’s cock; I could feel it pulsating against my hole as he filled me up.

Falling forward, Calvin rested against my back; the extra weight was too much for me, and I collapsed. I felt my cum spread across my belly and chest as I landed over the pools that I had left on my sleeping bag.

Calvin was still inside me, his head resting against my shoulder. We closed our eyes and fell back to sleep.

 

When I woke again, I was still lying flat on my front, but Calvin had rolled off me and lay at my side. As I pulled myself to my feet, my sleeping bag came with me, stuck to my chest and belly with my dried cum.

I winced in discomfort as I pulled it off.

Some of the others were already awake, and seeing my shadow, Darren unzipped the sleeping compartment and poked his head in.

“This place stinks of cum.” He said, taking in a deep breath.

Calvin stirred.

“I see you cheered him up then,” Darren chuckled.

Stepping out into the main area, I searched for some clothes; finding my shorts and a tee shirt, I put them on. I was about covered up when Mr Fisher poked his head into our tent.

“Come on, boys. Group meeting in two minutes.”

“Boys!” Darren said to me when he was gone. “Do boys have something the size of this between their legs?” He pulled down his shorts and showed me his half-hard cock.

Shaking my head, I turned to rouse Calvin.

It was our last day at the campsite before heading back to England, and Mr Fisher bored us all about the rules that coach drivers had to obey. In short, because it would be a long drive tomorrow, today had to be a rest day for Charlie so that he couldn’t take us anywhere, and we were stuck at the campsite.

People started complaining, but I was still half asleep and didn’t care. Mr Fisher shouted for everyone to stop whining and that breakfast would be ready in ten minutes.

I went to sit down, and Darren joined me.

“You do stink of cum by the way.”

“I’ll shower later,” I told him.

“You and Calvin make a cute couple.”

“We’re not a couple.” I sighed.

“Good. So he won’t mind me using your ass again.”

“I don’t let you use my ass. I use your cock.” I looked at him; he was left in no doubt how serious I was. I was still sleepy and not a morning person.

Darren left me alone to get his towel so he could shower.

I waited until most of the others were having breakfast before showering. Afterwards, my tent mates were waiting for me, dressed in just their speedos, telling me to hurry up and change as they wanted to spend the day at the lake.

It’s incredible what boredom can do to people. We didn’t just mess around as usual. We started doing that, but soon, people got together and arranged competitions and races. We had a relay race; each tent was a team, and we had to swim to a designated marker buoy and back. We came in second, losing out to some girls. I just knew they’d be rubbing our noses in it all day.

We were utterly knackered after the relay and so took some time out to rest and soak up some sun. Lying back, we listened to the others as they set up another race. All the guys were now determined to beat the girls.

Sensing movement next to me, I opened my eyes slightly and watched as Pete and Andy got up and waded into the water. I watched as they went deeper and deeper until they started swimming out into the lake. Pulling my chest up, I rested on my elbows and watched them as they swam out and then over to the side where the woods were.

Darren was lying still when I looked over at him. I felt like jabbing him in the ribs and asking if he told anyone about what we did in the woods. I knew he had. He must have told Pete. Darren liked telling Pete about what him and me got up to; that’s how I got to suck off Pete from time to time.

As I watched Pete and Andy disappear into the woods, I got up and waded into the water to follow them. Darren and Calvin didn’t move or even open their eyes to see where I was going; either they didn’t notice or didn’t care.

I swam a leisurely breaststroke to the point where they got out of the water and entered the woods. I didn’t want to disturb them; I wanted to spy on them. The thought of catching them at it excited me since I saw a quick peek at them in the shower. As I got closer to the shore, the anticipation increased, and so did my dick. There was only one reason why they’d come here, and I was bored enough and horny enough to catch them.

My dick began to ache as I left the water and clambered up the bank to the wood, pulling my speedos away from me and straining against the fabric. I tucked my hand inside and adjusted it until it felt more comfortable.

I leaned against a tree and stayed perfectly still to listen for them. At first, all I could hear was my breathing pounding in my ears, but as I calmed down, my ears picked up a faint sound of movement.

I carefully made my way toward the sounds, pushing through the dense undergrowth. Hiding behind a thick tree, I peered around its gnarly trunk. My dick lurched, and the tip dampened my drying speedos as it pumped out lubrication.

Andy and Pete were naked, their discarded speedos lying near their feet. Andy was crouched down, resting on his haunches, as Pete thrust his thick cock in and out of Andy’s mouth. My hand went straight to my dick and squeezed it through the fabric.

I wanted them to see me and know how much their display turned me on. I crept around the tree and faced them, but neither noticed me. They were too involved in what they were doing.

I hitched my speedos underneath my balls, pulled out my dick and began to wank as I watched them. Pete was thrusting in and out of Andy’s mouth, and I could hear Andy gasp for air. He placed his hands on Pete’s hips and fought to hold them still. He pulled off Pete’s cock and looked up at him.

“Be careful; I nearly choked,” Andy said.

Pete was about to respond when his eyes darted over in my direction. “Fucking hell!” He shouted. “How long have you been there?”

Andy turned his head and looked at me, his face red with embarrassment.

“Long enough to know you need to be taught how to receive a blow job,” I told Pete.

“Really!”

“You’d never try that shit with me. I’d bite your fucking cock off.”

“No, Ben. It’s not like that.” Andy protested. “I like it,” Andy said to me.

I walked over to them, still wanking my dick. Standing in front of Andy, I pulled him to his feet and grabbed his cock with my other hand, and wanked us both in unison. “It should be just as much fun for you as for him.” I nodded over at Pete. “Now I’ll show you how to handle the likes of him.”

I dropped to my knees and started to lick and suck on Pete’s balls. Andy watched as Pete’s cock throbbed and bashed my face leaving a shiny trail wherever it went. My hand went behind him and played with his arse, my fingers stroking his hole.

Andy stroked his cock while he watched me devour Pete’s balls; each ball was large and filled my mouth. I sucked on each of them in turn, hard, forcing them deep inside my mouth and stretching them away from his body. Above me, Pete winced at the discomfort but never lost his erection. His thick cock smeared my face with pre-cum and slapped against my cheek.

As I released his testicle and moved to inhale the other, his cock lurched and poked me in the eye. My reflex pulled my head back, and his offending cock winked at me as it pumped a drop of pre-cum from its slit.

I rubbed my eye. “I can see I need to get this thing under control,” I said and went down on his cock.

Pete’s thick cock always stretched my mouth and left little room for my tongue to play. It was his sheer size that stopped anyone from giving him an outstanding blow job. It had become routine now for Pete to grab hold of the head that sucked on him, holding it steady while his hips thrust his cock in and out.

He started gentle, but his hormones soon took control, and he quickened his pace and became more forceful. My hands grabbed his hips, pushing them back to leave his knob in my mouth. My tongue now played its part and licked his knob. My hands pulled on his shaft to retract his foreskin. I pulled back hard so he could feel it stretch the small string of skin which attached his foreskin to his knob. My tongue teased the same spot, and Pete nearly howled with pleasure, his cock leaking ever more pre-cum.

Pulling off Pete’s cock he looked disappointed. I turned to Andy and told him to fuck me as I straightened my legs to raise my arse from the ground. Bent double at the hips, I waited for Andy to get behind me before I continued my assault on Pete’s knob.

Andy was gentle, and I could hardly feel him behind me. My mind was concentrating on Pete’s cock, so Andy’s light touch on my cheeks went unnoticed. It was only when his cock pressed against my hole that I finally felt him. I opened up for him, and Andy slowly pushed his cock into me. I groaned around Pete’s cock as he filled me.

I wanted Andy to go faster and harder as he pulled out and pushed back in. He was being too tentative. I hoped his mind would remember how I had fucked him in the dunes by the beach.

Deep, hard, fast. I willed Andy to fuck me.

But Andy was slow on the uptake. I reluctantly let Pete’s cock slip from my lips, and I told him straight. “Fuck me, Andy. Fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel you.”

Andy quickened his face and gradually got more forceful. That was much better. My mouth searched for Pete’s cock, which swayed in front of me. I knew he was teasing me, but I eventually caught it just as Andy thrust hard inside me. I lurched forward, Pete’s cock rammed down my throat, trying to push its way out the back of my neck. I gagged and managed to pull back.

I now left it for Andy to do all the work. Pete and I remained still while Andy fucked me, pushing me forward onto Pete’s cock and then back again. He was getting the hang of this.

I tried to reach down to give my dick a few quick tugs but felt off balance as soon as my hand left Pete’s hip; not even his thick cock in my mouth could hold me.

Andy’s hips now pounded me, slapping against my backside as his cock slid inside me. His panting got louder, and I could feel his cock thicken inside me.

“I’m gonna cum!” He blurted out, and I felt his fingernails dig into my skin.

He thrust even harder, and I now had to hold myself back from head-butting Pete in the stomach.

“Shit! I’m cumming!” He shouted and continued to fuck me hard as his cock throbbed and spat out cum into me.

I pulled Pete’s cock from my mouth as Andy slowed his thrusts. Looking back, I could see Andy standing behind me, his legs far apart and his head thrown back. His cock connected us, his cum flowing inside me.

I looked at Pete and told him to fuck me. He looked reluctant, worried he’d hurt me with his thick cock.

“Just fuck me,” I demanded. “The only way you’re going to cum today is in my arse.”

Pete looked uncomfortable. I wondered if he’d never gone this far before with a guy.

“Fuck me now,” I ordered, and he went behind me. “Come here, Andy. I’ll clean your cock while he fucks me.”

Andy stood in front of me, and I sucked in his wilting cock. His cum was smeared over its entire length, and I sucked and swallowed until I couldn’t taste it any longer.

Behind me, I felt Pete press his cock against my hole; I pushed back onto it and let his knob inside me. He groaned as my arse enveloped his cock, his thickness stretching me further than I had gone before. He quickly got into a rhythm.

I told Andy to get below me and suck my dick. He crawled on his hands and knees until I felt his face against my dick. I braced myself against a tree while Pete fucked me and Andy sucked me.

Each time Pete thrust his thick cock inside me, my entire colon swelled. It felt like it was going to burst. As he pulled out, I felt empty, like something was missing. And I was missing his huge cock. I wanted him inside me always. Andy’s cock felt good, but Pete’s cock felt fantastic. I wondered how I’d ever go back to getting fucked by an average-sized cock again. Shit! I was turning into a size queen.

Andy was doing a great job on my dick, making it feel warm and wet as he sucked it in his mouth and coated it with his spit, Pete was filling my arse with his huge cock, and I was groaning away as they both used me. I was feeling fantastic.

My arse was getting looser from the invasion of Pete’s monster; I squeezed to tighten myself up again. His cock constantly pounded and pressured my prostate that I was feeding Andy a constant stream of pre-cum.

It wasn’t long before my body rebelled from fucking, and it felt like my entire groin would explode.

My balls ached so severely that I winced. The pain vanished, and a wave travelled from my balls, inside my body and out through my dick. As the wave left my body, my dick exploded and shot cum directly down Andy’s throat. I had no time or energy to warn him, so my first shot almost choked him. He handled it well enough and pulled back. Closing his throat, he let my cum spray into his mouth and pool around his tongue.

Pete continued to fuck me and pound my prostate. Each thrust would force another small drop of cum into Andy’s mouth; both guys were milking me dry.

I felt Andy swallow my cum and continue to suck at my knob, but nothing else was coming out; they had forced out of me everything they could. My dick became sore and sensitive, and refused to serve up any more cum. Andy let my softening dick flop from his mouth and sat back to watch Pete make his final few thrusts deep into me and shoot his load in my arse.

The feel of Pete’s dick thickening and throbbing as it spewed unseen into me momentarily caused my spent dick to thicken and a singular pearl of cum emerge from my red knob. My arse bore down on his cock so I could feel each pulse as he came.

Slowly Pete pulled his cock free, and I felt like he had taken all my insides with him. My body was now hollow and empty. My hole gaped so wide that the breeze blew right inside me.

There was nothing to keep the two loads I had received inside me, and I could feel the liquid flow out and down towards my balls. The cum had cooled and felt cold against my scrotum. It tickled as it became trapped in the hairs before dripping to the ground.

I flexed my arse hard, I tried the best I could to close my hole, but it carried on leaking.

When I stood up, I could feel my cheeks close around my hole, trapping the remaining cum. Andy stood and looked at me. I kissed him.

“That was the fucking best,” I told Andy. Turning to Pete, I pushed my hand between my arse cheeks and felt my hole. It was still open, and I tickled it to entice it to clamp shut. “You have just broken my arsehole.” I smiled. “But it was fucking worth it.” I reached out and stroked his softening cock.

We slipped into our speedos and made our way back to the lake and back to Calvin and Darren.

Calvin was sitting up, his eyes looking out at all the people trying to find us; Darren was now lying on his front, his head resting on his arms. When he saw the three of us swimming back to shore, Calvin stood up to get a better look and check if it was us.

“Where the fuck have you guys been,” Calvin asked us as we came up out of the lake.

In a muffled voice behind him, I could hear Darren say, “Fucking.” And I smiled at Calvin; my hands went to feel my arse cheeks.

 

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