Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2014 20:19:40 +0000 From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com> Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 1 Niceguy98 ---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - How About It? ---------------------------------------------------------- I had just grabbed my bag from the back of the bus, and was placing the rolling football into the grabbing hands of our resident Frank Lampard, when Craig jumped out of the bus. His chestnut brown hair had been mussed by the ride over, and stuck up at weird angles all over the right side of his head. His emerald green eyes squinted slightly as the unfiltered sunlight hit them. "Need a hand, mate?" I called over. He turned towards my voice, noticed the source of the voice and smiled. "No thanks. I'm good." he said sweetly, before walking over to me. The sunlight caught his bare legs and accentuated their rich tanned shading. I couldn't help but stare at them, and what lay above them. His green cargo shorts were obviously close to not fitting him, as they clung to him pretty tightly, but were still reasonably baggy, to the point of being unable to pick out any detail about his middle. Bad luck for us perverts. My eyes began to drift up, attempting to pick out anything else about his compact little body, and I noticed that he was looking right at me. I started a little and bent over to pick up my bag. "Earth to Grant!" he said, tapping my shoulder. "Sorry." I said, blustering furiously. "I'm just a little tired." He giggled. "What I said was, which cabin are you in?" "Oh!" I answered. "I'm in 13." His little lips curled into a smile. "Great! That's right next to mine!" I smiled back. "Why's that great?" I knew him by sight from my volunteering in the Junior Section, but I couldn't pretend to know him that well. He looked around, obviously concerned about something. "You promise not to tell anyone?" he whispered. Intrigued, I agreed. He moved a little closer to me. "I kinda miss my parents." My heart began to thrum a little in sympathy with the kid. This was his first time away from home, after all. I placed a hand on his little shoulder. "You can come and talk to me any time, day or night, okay?" I whispered. "I won't tell anyone!" He smiled, then grabbed his bag and began to waddle to his cabin. I followed just behind, and went into my own cabin. As I called my bed and began to unpack, I heard the door slam behind me. I turned to be confronted with one of my younger roommates, Callum. Despite being the same age as Craig, he was at least a head smaller than him. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and old, slightly frayed black shorts, and his porcelain white face and shining blue eyes were framed by black-rimmed oval glasses. His short, slightly wild black hair completed the look perfectly. He noticed my presence and smiled. I smiled back, and nodded a "Hey." "Hey." he answered. "Anyone else here?" "Nope. You've got free reign on bed!" He giggled, before thinking for a moment, and choosing the top bunk on the only bunk bed in the room. As he started unpacking, my other room-mates appeared, along with the two guys who would be in the smaller adjoining room. There were two guys named Tom, so for the sake of clarity I'll call them Wee Tom (even though he was only slightly smaller than me), and Ginger Tom (I'm allowed, because I'm ginger too!). Wee Tom took the bed next to me, while Ginger Tom took the other room, with the ultra-religious and incredibly annoying minister's son Ian. I was grateful for that, because after spending most of the year listening to him badgering me about not going to church, I wanted as little contact with him as possible. My final compact, stereotypical council kid room-mate, Ryan took the bed closest to the window. After a few moments of unpacking, little chubby, sheltered Owen from the other dorm ran past with a football, and we all joined him for a kick-about on the grass pitch. After about ten minutes, Craig came over and asked if I could go with him to get his allergy medication. Looking at his runny nose, I agreed. As we walked off the pitch and up the path that hugged the treeline, I suddenly had a wonderfully bad idea, that was probably thought up by my cock instead of my brain. "Hey Craig?" "Hmm?" he looked up at me. "Do you want to play dares with me later on while everyone else is watching a movie?" I asked, before my conscious brain caught up with me. Craig looked up at me, a little confusion written on his face, which made my heart stop. "Umm... Sure! That sounds like fun!" I sighed a little in relief. "Good. How about my cabin?" "Sounds great! Why don't I invite Kyle and Callum too?" he asked, as the main cabin came into view. Any little niggling danger thoughts I had were drowned out by my overwhelming horniness. "Sure." I whispered, "But try and be careful about telling them, and don't tell anyone else." "Okay." he said. We walked the rest of the way in silence. He got his allergy medication, his nose dried up, and we lost the match. We were summoned back to the meal cabin to gorge on the ready meal pizzas the Captain brought with him since our caterers wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning. I sat with Gordon, my oldest friend Ross, miniature Connor, the two Tom's and Ian. We chatted about anything and everything, until I felt two small hands on my shoulders. I looked round to be confronted by Craig, who smiled at me. "Kyle and Callum are in." he whispered, audible only to me. I nodded, and he winked at me, before tapping my shoulder once and moving away to sit down with his friends. "Someone's got a new BFF!" Ian said sarcastically. "Oh fuck off, you munter." I snapped, irritated. Ian narrowed his eyes at me, attempting to psyke me out, before turning away, while everyone else expressed their distaste at my language. I finished quickly, and since I wasn't washing up, I went back to my cabin. As I passed the noticeboard outside the main cabin, I happened to notice a little flyer on the top left, quoting some random piece of Bible scripture out of context. I really shouldn't have been surprised that the Christian Boys Brigade had chosen a Christian outdoor centre, but still... Kicking off my shoes, I collapsed onto the bed, regretting the decisions that had led me here. I was going to have to deal with Ian for the whole weekend, and was already pissed with him. Not a good sign. I was interrupted from my musings by the door opening. The curtain parted, to reveal Wee Tom. "You want to join us to watch 'Dumb and Dumber'?" he asked, brushing his dark fringe out of his eyes. I considered it for a moment, just a moment. "You're alright. I've seen it so many times I could probably act it!" "Suit yourself." he said, before walking out, nearly colliding with Craig. They extended casual greetings, before Craig shut the door. "Hey." he said, standing limply by the door. "Hey yourself." I answered, gesturing for him to come over and sit next to me. He kicked off his shoes and sat down next to me on the bed. "Where are Callum and Kyle?" I asked, a little confused. "They're finishing up, I think. They said they'd be along soon." "Cool." I said. "What do you want to do in the meantime?" He smiled a little, and looked at his chest. "How about we start playing dares now?" I giggled a little at his eagerness, then smiled at him. "Sure, if you want. You want to go first?" "S...Sure!" he stammered. He had obviously never been given the choice before. "Grant. Truth or Dare?" he asked, with a big smile on his face. I pretended to think for a moment. "Truth." I said finally, wanting to see where he was going. His eyes went to the ceiling, thinking for a moment, his legs swinging. "Have you got a girlfriend?" he asked, giggling a little. I pretended to be disgusted. "Urgh!" I said, "Girls are disgusting!" That set him rolling along the bed in gales of laughter. Once he recovered, I elaborated. "I don't particularly like girls that much. I like guys much better." He looked confused. "You mean you want a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend?" "That's two questions, mate." I said, "If you want me to answer, you gotta choose a dare for your shot." He was really curious, and so he readily agreed. "Yep." I answered simply. He smiled broadly. "Cool!" he giggled. I was about to turn the tables on him, when the door opened again. Callum and Kyle bounded in, chattering excitedly. Callum stood a head smaller than Kyle, and was wearing grey cargo pants with a blue headphone t-shirt, while Kyle wore a white Nike t-shirt and matching black shorts. They were both lily white, but a little flushed from the warmer than normal temperatures. From both of their crotches, I could deduce that the heat had plumped up their little packages to the point of visibility. My cock danced at the tantalising glimpse. Craig jumped up and bumped knuckles with both of them, before they sat down, a little pent up. "You guys get started without us?" Kyle piped up. "Barely." Craig answered, "I only got a truth out of him." I shrugged at them. "Guess that means it's my go to dare someone!" Nobody argued, so I thought for a moment. I wasn't too sure how far these guys would go, so I decided to keep it simple to start with. "Kyle." He straightened up, a cheeky grin on his face. "I dare you to take your shirt off and keep it off for the rest of the game!" I finished. Craig and Callum laughed, while Kyle scoffed. "Too easy!" He grabbed the neck of his shirt, and began to pull his shirt off. His creamy torso was revealed to me slowly. His stomach was pretty flat, and had the beginnings of a flat pack. His pecs were as firm as an eleven year old's can be, and his nipples were penny sized and deliciously brown. He chucked his shirt to the floor and smiled at me. "My turn now?" he said, as his nipples began to stiffen up under the slight chill in the air. After about ten minutes, the four of us dared each other to take our shirts off. Craig had the tiniest traces of puppy fat left around his middle, and had some very small brown nipples, while Callum was extremely lean, and had very tiny pink nipples. The three of them were shifting about a little, making it obvious that their little boy poles were getting excited. They weren't alone in that, as my half-hard dick had become as hard as steel at the flesh on display, and the move I made to adjust myself probably didn't go unnoticed. Our inhibitions were slipping, and it was my turn to dare, a brilliant one came to mind, and it was out of my mouth before I caught up with myself. "Guys. I dare all three of you to get your willies out at the same time, stand together and let me take a photo!" They looked at each other, then to me, then back at each other. The three of them fell off the bed in gales of laughter, and I almost joined them. Craig was the first to sit up. He looked right up at me. "Well, okay then!" he giggled, "But we are so getting you back!" I was a little scared at the prospect, but made sure it wasn't visible on my face. Kyle and Callum rolled themselves up as well, standing beside each other in a line. Seeing this, I got my camera and switched to my spare microSD card, which could be hidden much more easily if necessary. Switching my camera on, I told them I was ready. They looked at each other and gave a cheeky, knowing smile. Craig grabbed Kyle and Callum's waistbands and they grabbed his. Simultaneously, they pulled each others trousers and pants down, and hooked them under their balls. I let out a little gasp at the scene unfolding in front of me, and began to drink in their amazing little dicks. They were all uncut, and while Craig and Kyle's foreskins had rolled back to expose their little pink heads, Callum's skin sat only slightly retracted, and his head was much, much redder. Craig's cock sat at about a 45 degree angle from his mound, and looked to be about four and a half inches, with a tight, completely smooth (from a distance) nutsack. Kyle sat straight out, and looked to be about 3 and a bit inches with a tiny dusting of hair around the top of his mound. Callum, however, blew me away completely. He had a tiny bush of hair around the top of his dick, and, while his balls hadn't dropped, his veiny, stupendously thick shaft stood about five and a half inches away from his body. How much I wanted that thing inside me was immeasurable. Both Kyle and Craig had abandoned looking forward at me and overtly stared at Callum's marvellous appendage with me. His face, of course, began to colour slightly at all the attention he was getting. I smiled a little. "Don't worry, little buddy." I said, "Your willy is amazing, that's why we're staring!" "Yeah!" Kyle said. "It's sick!" Callum smiled under our affection. "Really?" he simpered. "Yep!" I said, snapping a picture. "Yours is much bigger than mine was at that age!" The boys finally decided to pose, winding their naked torsos together in a brotherly gesture of affectionate proportions and sticking their tongues out, their little sticks still firmly on display. I snapped the picture, and fought the urge to pull my dick out and wank myself to oblivion. I had to be content with adjusting it and stroking gently through my trousers, which Kyle seemed to notice. "Don't worry about it, Grant!" Kyle said, "I've played dares with my older cousin before, and these guys!" slapping Callum and Craig on the shoulder. "But I've never seen you guys naked before!" I shuddered and groaned slightly, sexual energy coursing through me, barely being kept in check. My boner began to pulse, and my pulse rang in my ears, muffling all other sounds. I stared down at my hands, and at my obscenely tenting erection, willing it to calm. So focused I was, I barely noticed that the boys were whispering amongst themselves, until Craig said my name. I looked up, and the three of them were sporting wicked grins to match their equally wicked (but sadly covered) sticks. "We've got the perfect dare for you!" Craig said, in a slightly mocking sing-song voice, before doubling over in giggling spasms. Kyle began to laugh as well, but gasped "We dare you to... to..." before doubling over as well. Callum seemed to be a bit more with it, so he took a deep breath before saying "We dare you to get naked and lie in Ian's bed!" ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 1 Any comments/constructive criticism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html