Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 20:51:29 +0000 From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com> Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 5 Niceguy98 <niceguy0398@gmail.com> -------------------------------- Chapter 5 - Little Monkey -------------------------------- As soon as Matthew confirmed we were alone, he jumped up into my arms and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I brought mine up to clash with it, and we began to battle. As he wrapped his legs around my waist, I grabbed his behind and began kneading those plump mounds like they were the freshest dough. Matthew moaned into my mouth. Moving over to the window, I pulled all the blinds back, never letting up on that beautiful mouth. As I sat him down on my bed, Matthew pulled away from me. "Let's go screw around on Ian's bed!" he giggled lustily. I took him by the hand, and we ran into Ian's room. Matthew whipped off his shirt, pulled down his trousers and climbed up the bunk bed's stairs. He winked at me as he ascended, gently wiggling his almost naked ass. I stood, transfixed at the gentle swinging of those beautiful globes, barely contained in those old, frayed Buzz Lightyear briefs. I wanted to get back in between those cheeks so badly. He jumped onto the bed, positioned himself along the far wall, and tapped the pillow right next to his head. Needing absolutely no second prompting, I stripped to my red and blue Bawbags, joining my little scamp on the bed. It was a tight fit, but Matthew ended up on top of me, his butt straddling my chest. I moved to kiss him, but he placed a finger on my lips. I opened my mouth, took his little digit inside and sucked on it, coating it in as much spit as I could. After a few moments, he pulled it out, kissed my cheek and whispered, "I would rather you did that on my willie!" Without another word, he inverted himself and presented his cloth covered boner to my face. Not wanting to make it easy for him, I began to gently snag at the fabric covering his little snake with my lips, filling in the bulge of his dick on the soft canvas of his briefs. I could feel its hardness quivering in my mouth, the fabric scratching him every which way, snagging across his flared head. His breath hitched as he sighed, turning it into the most erotic groan possible. I moved away from his dick and kissed his heaving belly, gently pulling his boner out of its fabric prison at the same time. As I moved lower, he attempted to shove his dick straight in my mouth like a rutting bull, so I grabbed his hips. "Slow down, my little monkey. We can take our time." I whispered. I gently kissed across the top of his lilly white mound, slowly working my nose and mouth under his little nutsack. It smelled a lot like little boy sweat down there. Tasted a lot like little boy sweat too! Just as I was about to put him out of his misery and engulf his cock, he grabbed my head and made me look him in the eye. "Put it in me, please?" he whispered, grabbing my dick through my boxers. "I want it so bad." "Here? Now?" I whispered incredulously. "On Ian's bed?" He just gave me that wonderful lopsided grin. "You got a problem with that, big bro?" "Ohh no!" I answered, a little too quickly. He just giggled and started tugging at my boxers. I lifted my hips to assist the removal, and my neglected dick was released into the open. Matthew slid down my body, brushing his dick, abs, chest and neck against my dick, before kissing the top of my mound and slowly licking around my boner. I whimpered at the feelings that were coursing through my dick. He suddenly pulled away. "Shit!" he squealed, "I almost forgot about my surprise!" I groaned in extreme frustration as he climbed over me to get off the bunk. "Paybacks a bitch!" he whispered as he ran off. I giggled, sighed and lay back, awaiting his return with my hands behind my back to discourage myself. He returned a minute or two later, clutching a photograph close to his bare chest as he re-ascended the ladder to return to my side. "You know how I Skyped with Alex last week?" he whispered, right into my ear, his hot breath tickling my entire body. "Well, he sent me this picture of him in a Speedo for us to look at while he's away!" He handed me the picture, and shuffled down a little so he could see my reaction better. I looked at the picture, curious as to how Alex had changed after a month and a half of Aussie sunshine. I wasn't disappointed. Alex's cheeky grin and brown eyes were unmistakable, as was his shark tooth necklace, but what was completely different was the rich brown shading that covered his entire body, even under the line of his speedos, which, to my delight, were pulled down at the front to nestle under his jutting little boner. I was suddenly transported to the shores of Melbourne, where a little Alex was bounding around the beach with his cousins, naked as the day he was born, his little boy-dick flapping freely in the air. Sighing, I whispered his name. Matthew giggled, which made me realise he had positioned his beautiful ass right on top of my dick. "I... I haven't got any lube, buddy." I whispered, but Matthew just smiled. "That's okay." He hawked up a huge wad of spit into his hands and spread it on his ass and my dick. "Just go slow." he whispered, as he began to sit himself down on my dick. I could feel the resistance of his little hole against my head, so I applied a little more pressure and it gave way, with only a slight grunt of protest from Matthew. His chute welcomed my dick like an old friend, with a tight, warm, soft embrace. In almost no time, my balls made contact with his ass, and the tension on Matthews face evaporated when I rubbed against his little love button. Wordlessly, he threw his head back and began to ride my pole up and down like his life depended on it, his little snatch contracting and relaxing with his muscles. I sighed in ecstasy, and began to gently meet my thrusts with his, almost on instinct. Our breathing became synchronised with heavy grunts and shuddering gasps, undercut by the gentle slapping of my balls against his ass. As my thrusting increased in tempo and frequency, my flooded brain had the most brilliant idea. "Cu...Cum on Ian's pillow!" I gasped out. Matthew laughed through his gasps, then seized up. It was obvious he was about to shoot, so I pulled him off my dick, grabbed his hips and positioned his dick against the pillow. Just in time, too. Matthew took one, huge hump against the pillow, and one, long string of cum flew out of his distended cock, to splinter all over Ian's pillow. The semi-white stuff blended perfectly into the pillow, only leaving tiny dots of wetness visible. Without realising, I was already up and wanking in pretty much the same position as Matthew, bringing forth my offerings from my balls. I snuck a look at Matthew, and he had a lustful smile on his face. When he caught my eye, he just licked his lips. That did it. I took one final stroke and froze. My cock was on fire, shooting out burning hot strings of cum on the same trajectory as Matthews, mixing all together into the most erotic cocktail. Just when I thought I was finished, another, huge splurge emerged and landed on my hand. I was about to lick it off, when Matthew grabbed my hand and did it for me. His little poking tongue wiped all traces of it off my hand, before sticking out, showing me the pearly white streaks of my own cum glistening upon it. Instead of swallowing it back, he placed his tongue right in the centre of our combined mess and scooped up a huge wad of it. Swallowing it back, he whispered, "Tastes good. Like sweet and sour chicken!" Wanting to find out for myself, I swiped some up and suckled it back. "You're right, little man!" I whispered, savouring the complex flavour. That mischievous grin I fell in love with returned. "Just think what Ian's going to do when he lies down on this!" he giggled. I felt a slight twinge of remorse, but that was blunted by an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. "Either he'll scream like a baby, start crying or go into a rage!" I replied. "Seems a bit of a waste of our perfectly good jizz though." "Yeah." he conceded, "I'd much rather have it up my butt!" Despite having just drained itself, my cock twinged. "Maybe later on, once I've recharged." He winked. "Okay." I grabbed our underwear and jumped off the bed, closely followed by Matthew. As we got dressed, I suddenly registered the incredibly strong smell of sweat and cum in the room, so I cracked the window to vent it and hopefully delay the discovery of our little deed. Speaking of which... When we finished dressing, we worked together to smooth back the bed and try to get it vaguely straightened up. Matthew was smoothing down the corner of the bed when he gasped. I jumped in surprise, then turned around. "What's the matter?" Matthew fumbled around a bit, then pulled something out from one of the rail slats normally covered by the mattress. He turned to me, grinning manically. I looked down at his hand and took a huge, involuntary breath. "What...The...Fuck?" In his hand was a magazine. But not just any magazine. According to the cover, it contained "The hottest loli girls ever!". The rest of the front cover contained a girl, who couldn't have been more than 10 or 11, dressed in a typical school uniform, posing erotically with her butt in the air. There was no trace of dust anywhere on it, inferring that only Ian could have put it there. "The dirty little bastard!" I laughed. "He's homophobic, but is also a paedophile. This is just too rich!" If there's one thing I hate, its hypocrites. Matthew looked incredulous. "He likes kids too?" "Apparently." I answered, "But instead of beautiful boys, he likes ghoulish, bitchy girls!" Matthew doubled over. "We've got to use this against him at some point, maybe throw a little blackmail into the equation too!" "Hey!" Matthew piped up, "How about, if he tries to call us out on spunking on his pillow, we take him to one side and casually mention that we know he likes to fuck little girl pussy!" I clapped him on the back. "Nice job little man! Now you're thinking like a criminal mastermind!" Matthew carefully replaced the magazine, suddenly noting, with some delight, the presence of dried streaks of what was obviously cum on the back cover. We took our leave back into the main cabin and reopened the blinds in preparation for the return of the others. "Remember, if anyone asks, we went running, okay?" Matthew widened his eyes, then nudged me. "Which explains why we're so sweaty!" "Exactly!" Of course, at the moment I began laughing, the boys decided to begin coming back. We found out that all of my friends had decided they were going to have a "party" in Cabin 12, while some of the first years were having a party in here, so I got Kyle, Callum and Craig and asked if we could all meet up in Cabin 11 after everyone else had gotten settled into their parties, so we could have some fun! They were all excited about the idea, and I was nominated for sweet run, so, everyone's money in hand, I went and brought the mountainous order back to the cabin. It was guaranteed to be a sugar fuelled orgy, which are probably the best kind, other than drink fuelled orgy's, and these guys were probably far too young for that! Hell, I was supposed to be too young for that! Sweets suitably distributed, we all sat in a vague circle on the two beds closest to the wall and the bunk bed. Craig and Kyle sat opposite Matthew and I, who had our backs to the wall, while Callum sat on the top bunk, leaning over to talk to us. He smiled over at me from the top of the bunk, presumably asking permission to start. I just nodded, and he clapped his hands. "I guess I'll start us off then!" Nobody disagreed, so he made a big show of looking at each of us in turn, before finally settling on Matthew and I. "Matthew!" Matthew stiffened up in alertness next to me. "I dare you to kiss Grant, on the lips, for 30 seconds!" Silence reigned for a heartbeat, maybe two, before Matthew and I burst out laughing simultaneously. I grabbed his shoulder. "You could have least have made it difficult!" I exclaimed. Matthew winked at me, and we slowly brought our lips together, intending to put on a good show for our audience for the allotted time. My hand gravitated towards the back of Matthews head, and his hand gravitated to my chest, grabbing my necklace within a fold of my shirt. Somehow, the electricity that shot between us was made all the more potent from the energy of our three impromptu voyeurs. I guess we both had a streak of exhibitionism within us! I think we both made a telepathic decision not to start tongue-battling, just in case we caused a riot amongst our audience. Just after the allotted time, we pulled away from each other, grinning manically. "Whoa!" the boys exclaimed, gently rubbing their packages inside their trousers, squirming slightly. "You guys have definitely done that before!" Kyle piped up. Matthew put his arm around my middle. "No shit!" he giggled, setting me off as well. "We've been doing stuff since pretty much the start of this session!" I added. I heard a gasp from above us, and looked up. Callum had that clouded, lusty look on his face that had only surfaced when I had his dick down my throat, so I could tell he was seriously turned on. "W..What kind of stuff?" he attempted to say, but it came out as a kind of strangled whisper. "Pretty much everything!" Matthew chimed in, slapping my leg. "I even lost my virginity to this guy at the barbecue!" That did it. The boys became so lost in their unconscious dick play that their heads went back. I looked over to Matthew. "Guess we'd better help them out!" But, of course, fate had other ideas. ------------------------------------------------------------ End Of Chapter 5 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 – http://www.nifty/org/nifty/gay/camping/highland-flings Big And Little Lovers Series: My Little Brigade Boy - http://www.nifty/org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/my-little-brigade-boy Camp Blow By Blow - http://www.nifty/org/nifty/gay/camping/camp-blow-by-blow