Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2014 20:41:59 +0000 From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com> Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 3 Niceguy98 ---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - What Happens In A Bush ---------------------------------------------------------- It took till 12, but all the little auras of undercover light went out, apart from two. Being a suburbs boy, I was in awe of the utter silence that surrounded us. I mean, for someone who is used to cars going past on a back road every minute, it was crushing. I was acutely aware of every little noise my cabin-mates and I were making. "Anyone still awake?" I whispered, practically deafening myself. "Yep." Callum called back, so quietly I was sure he was only audible to me, since his bed was practically touching mine. "You ready to go?" I said, dropping my voice to the same level. I heard some shuffling, creaking, and more soft shuffling. Callum had brought himself level with my head. I swung my feet out and into my Crocs. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and together we began to pad towards the door. Slowly and extremely carefully, we opened it just enough to slide through, then replaced it. Standing on the extremely rickety porch, I decided to jump down the steps rather than risk them creaking. My landing was much softer than most people would think given my stature, but then again, free-running had done me proud. I encouraged Callum to do the same, but under the dim moonlight, I saw him shake his head. "I might fall!" he whispered urgently. I held out my hands, beckoning for him. He looked at me incredulously for a moment, before smiling. I smiled reassuringly, and caught him nimbly as he jumped. My hands ended up at his waist, hiking up the pyjama top he was wearing, contacting my hands against his burning midsection. Against the slight chill of the air, his baby smooth skin felt absolutely amazing. Goosebumps were rising across Callum's skin as my hands sucked the heat out of him. I stood there, stock still for a heartbeat or two, as the goosebumps transferred themselves to me, until he broke me out of my daze. "Erm, Grant?" he whispered. Embarrassed, I set him back down and apologised. He just winked. "It's okay. It felt nice." He grabbed my hand and smiled. "Where's this bush, then?" he giggled. A few minutes of padding, swearing and cautious torch sweeps later, we ended up at the place. It was actually a little lean-to, created by a tree that had fallen in Hurricane Bawbag of 2010 (Google it if you've no idea what I'm on about). It seemed to be the perfect place for a clandestine meeting. When I showed him the tree, he gasped and giggled, practically jumping into the dip. I smiled a little and followed him, sitting down on the surprisingly comfy leaf litter. The mood changed quite considerably in the instant it took for me to join him. His eyes were roaming up and down my body, and I could tell he was looking for an excuse to get closer to me. I put my hand out, and he snuggled into my chest, sighing at the sudden warmth. "This is great isn't it?" he whispered. "We could get into a load of trouble!" "I know! It's brilliant!" We both snorted, then Callum looked up at me. "Hey Grant?" "Hmm?" I replied. "D...Do you want to try what Michael and Alec were doing?" I looked into his bespectacled eyes, and I could tell he was scared at my possible reaction. What he was proposing was completely different from what we'd been doing. Gay. I giggled a little to allay his fears, then, in an instant, decided to commit myself completely to his inferred theme. "I missed you wee man." I whispered, leaning right in to his face, our glasses touching, my hand on his shoulder. Callum laughed, then nudged my glasses with his. "I missed you too, Grant." he whispered, finally bridging the gap between our mouths. His lips stayed shut, but they tasted absolutely amazing, like mint and strawberries. Alec is a very lucky guy if Michael tasted half as good as this amazing kid. The only other person who had made me feel this way was Matthew. He pulled away just before I began to probe his lips with my tongue. "I...I've never sucked anyone's dick before..." I smiled a little and pecked his cheek. "That's fine, I'll just suck yours instead!" His eyes became two massive saucers as a huge grin appeared on his face. "Really?" I nodded. "Is it really as good as Alec acted like it was?" I gave him a slightly lopsided grin. "As good, if not better." He shifted a little, hooked his pyjama bottoms under his balls, and smiled up at me. He wasn't wearing underwear, and I very nearly came into my boxers then and there. I leant down into his mound, supported myself on the ground behind him, stuck my nose under his balls, and inhaled. My nose was filled with the scent of a scruffy little boy, the intoxicating musk that drives every boy-lover crazy. It would never get old. Callum giggled, and his cock began to pulse, signalling his approval. "Michael didn't do that!" he whispered under his snorts. "Do you want me to stop?" I whispered back, winking at him. He shook his head no, so, just to surprise him, I took all of his ample boyhood into my mouth at once, and suckled hard like some malnourished infant with a teat. His head went back and his mouth opened in pleasure. The spongy nail in my mouth tasted like the most delectable hot dog ever created. It was one of the most perfectly proportioned too! With my free hand, I began to roam under his t-shirt, further serving to heighten his pleasure, and mine. I poked against his budding abs, making him giggle, before brushing across his chest and underarms, making him sigh. Contrasting against the slight chill of the evening air, his skin was boiling with the youthful heat of a Scots pre-teen. I swear I could have boiled a pan of water off his chest. I shivered in delight. From the way his hot dog was pulsing inside my mouth, he was still extremely wound up from our exertions not long ago, so I began to bob up and down on his shaft, saturating it in spit and swirling it around with my tongue, attempting to prolong the fun. "Aaaaaah." he sighed the instant I began to speed up. Encouraged by this, I pulled his pyjama bottoms a little further down his legs, revealing more of his almost translucent white mound. Callum looked a little concerned, but when I leant back and began playing with his balls and his nipples, his head flew back again. "Wowee." Don't ask me how, but I could sense he was getting close to popping off, and, wanting to find out if the balls I was kneading could produce cum, I concentrated on the head of his not-so-little dick, licking the slit and jerking the slippery length with my free hand. It took no more than three strokes before he was bucking into my hand and mouth, whacking the back of my throat more than once. One big shot of sperm flew out and into the back of my throat, surprising me with it's force. What dribbled onto my tongue, spread out and tasted like the sweetest nectar of the Greek gods. He wouldn't stop panting and humping through his orgasm, and, to be honest, neither could I. I returned my mouth to the root of his shaft, soothing his sensitive head with his own spunk, mixed with my spittle. I didn't stop with the stimulation of his shaft, carefully avoiding his probably now too-sensitive head. I snuck a look up, and his tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth. One of the little nuances that made me appreciate this little hornboy even more. And to think, I was the first to taste his spunk. First to lap the nectar of a thousand candy canes. If I didn't know better, I would call it almost spirit-like. Giggling, I returned to my efforts. His cock never went down, but Callum stopped me after a few more moments by grabbing my head. When I disengaged from his appendage, his smile widened on his flushed face. Smiling back, I kissed his cock one final time, before replacing the band of his pyjamas. "We'd better be getting back, buddy." I whispered, noting the time and how long we had been gone. He nodded, but stuck his arms out to me and pouted. His legs were obviously still a little weak from his recent explosion to the stars, so I scooped him up into my arms, one hand on his rump, the other on his shoulder blades. He swung his arms around my neck to stabilise himself, and I began to walk back to the cabin, a little slower than the outward journey. "You're so strong!" he whispered. My brain went crazy, dredging up memories and replaying them in my minds eye. As my mind wandered, I was suddenly burdened with a warm, sweaty naked body on my back. I could feel a little hard thing poking into the small of my back, a cast resting on my backside, a little delightful set of lips on my shoulder, and a sultry sing-song voice in my ear, the ghosts of an encounter, fleeting, but strong. I sighed in happiness, but my cock went mad, and a large wet patch was now visible on the front of my trousers. "You okay?" Callum whispered from my arms. I was snapped back to reality. "Oh crap." I sighed, "I only brought one pair of pyjamas." I hadn't realised that we were now at the front door of the cabin, with a huge wet patch on my crotch. One of the bathroom windows was open, but there was no light on. It looked like a much more attractive prospect than going straight in the front or back door, so after helping Callum into the window, I hauled myself in, making surprisingly little noise. "There." I whispered, "Now we can pretend we were just in the loos!" He giggled and opened the door, and we padded back to our beds. Just before Callum ascended the ladder to his bunk bed, he walked up to my bed and kissed my forehead. "Thanks." he whispered. "No problem, little buddy." I answered, patting him on the behind. Even in the complete darkness, I could tell he was smiling. He went up to his bunk, found himself a comfortable position, and drifted off into sexy dream land. I, however, had more physical matters to attend to. Taking my cock in my hand, I let my fantasies run wild. For some reason, despite the fact he was 300 miles away, and it had only been a month and a half since that barbecue, all I could think of was Matthew. That wonderful smile, that beautiful blonde hair, those ruby-red lips stretched around Callum's fat cock... Oh there he is! Matthews dinky little cock flew into my mind, before disappearing between Callum's soft valleys. My hand sped up as the two of them began to make out passionately, their body's contorted together in exquisite, sweaty ecstasy. "Yahoo." I whispered, as my balls drew up and my sperm went all over my hand, bedsheets, and pubes. Just before sleep claimed my tired body, I was a little surprised at the intensity of my fantasy. Just a little though. We were all dragged from sleep by Andy, who, in true Boys Brigade fashion, was up and sickeningly awake at 8.30 on a Saturday. Whereas we, in true teenager on a weekend after exams style, were barely conscious as we got dressed. We trooped to the breakfast hut, the teens slightly spurred on by the smell of coffee. Three cups of bitter instant coffee sweetened with half a tonne of sugar later, I approached sub-human and was able to converse with the sub-humans (sorry, my friends) in the group. I finished the bowl of cornflakes, hearing the night-time antics from the other cabin, involving texting various girls in Ross's phone "I want to screw you hard!" The way Connor told the story, with his theatrical waving and mad impersonations of the girls had us all in stitches. Out the window, I saw a car go past that looked familiar, but dismissed it as a coincidence. I finished my breakfast and, after checking the schedule, began to walk back to my cabin to shower and get changed for the first activity (abseiling). As I was walking back, I happened to glance back and saw Kyle walking behind me. I slowed to let him catch up, and he slapped my back as he drew level with me. We exchanged greetings, and a memory from last night surfaced. "I meant to ask, mate." I began. "What did you mean by what you said last night, about the Scouts being too busy screwing each other?" He giggled a little. "When I was in Scouts," he whispered, "Practically everyone was playing with each other, even the Scoutmasters!" "What about you?" I whispered back, laughing. He bashed into my side. "Of course I was!" he giggled, "But the only friend I ever wanted to do it with left the Scouts when he moved to Aberdeen. It's why I left." he finished sadly. I put my arm around his shoulder. "I'm sorry you lost your special friend, little man." He looked up at me, smiling a little. "It sucked for a while, but now, I've got a whole new set of special friends!" I laughed a little, before I turned serious again. "You need to be careful, Kyle. I doubt the Brigade is as... lax about that kind of thing!" He winked at me and gave me a little hug, before disengaging from my arm and running off to his cabin. As I watched him go, I saw the car go right past yet again, which I found extremely weird, and walked into the cabin. Not expecting anyone to be in the cabin, I completely overlooked the new bag on the lower bunk and stripped down to my underwear. But as I bent over to grab my towel and shower gel, I heard a giggle. "Nice butt!" My face exploded in embarrassment, my entire body shook in shock, and my brain spun off it's moorings. The first coherent thought that registered, surprisingly, was "I seriously hope I haven't tip slipped again!", but the second thought was a little more normal; "That voice sounds familiar..." I spun around, towel dropped around my middle to cover my modesty, and analysed the sudden visitor top to toe. In an instant, my eyes noted the beaten-up, once-white trainers, black tracksuit bottoms, baggy blue hoodie, electric blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and kissable red lips... My neurons flashed, the connection made an instant slower than it should have been. I involuntarily took a sharp breath in disbelief, then elation. ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 3 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 MY OTHER STORIES: Young Lovers Series: Highland Flings - /gay/camping/highland-flings Big And Little Lovers Series: My Little Brigade Boy - /gay/adult-youth/my-little-brigade-boy Camp Blow By Blow - /gay/camping/camp-blow-by-blow