Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 21:38:27 +0000 From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com> Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 7 Niceguy98 <niceguy0398@gmail.com> ----------------- Chapter 7 - Power ----------------- Matthew pulled off my dick instantly, by some miracle refraining from scraping my shaft with his teeth, while the others cried out in alarm. I blinked in surprise as my pupils expanded, but still had the semblance of mind to notice that all the street lights had gone out too. Not a faulty fuse then. "Get your clothes back on, guys." I said, "I'm gonna find out what's going on. Stay here." I made to stand up. "Wait!" Matthew shouted, groping in the dark to find my hand, "Can I go with you?" If I could see him, I would have looked down in surprise. "What's up little man?" I said softly. "I just don't want to be without you." he whispered sadly. My heart burst and I squeezed his hand tightly. "Okay bro. Let's see if we can get back to our cabin and find my head torch." The harsh corona of light from my phone was just enough to navigate through the pitch black cabin, and after that, the rugged, uneven path between the cabins. As we were slowly crossing the bridge, Matthew said, "I'm sorry. It's just that I really hate the dark now." I stopped dead, knelt down and gently began to rub his shoulders. "How come, little man?" In the pale moon-light, I could see tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "I..It's just, ever since I got home from the hospital, whenever I slept alone in my room at night, I kept having nightmares about when I was in a coma." I gasped a little, and tears began to form in my eyes. "Every single time I close my eyes, I keep going back to that hospital bed. It won't stop." His bottom lip began to wobble, and he was just short of fully crying when I grabbed him into my arms and squeezed him tight. A single tear slid down my cheek. "Oh, my special little guy..." I whispered, gently kissing his forehead. The physical injuries he had sustained had healed, but the psychological scars would probably never go away. He was broken, he was hurting, and his façade was beginning to crack. I know how that feels. "I...I'm just so tired of pretending." he heaved. "Pretending to be strong. Pretending that I'm over it. As much as everyone tries to help, none of them know what it's like. I haven't even told Dad." "Well..." I whispered, "You don't have to be strong for me. I know how tiring it can be to try and get through something on your own. But, guess what? You aren't alone! Your dad and I will help you." "R..Really?" he sniffled. "Of course, little man." I whispered. "We're here for you, and don't ever forget it!" He swiped his tears away with the heel of his hand, smiled up at me and kissed my forehead. "Thanks, Grant." he whispered, "It felt good to get that off my chest." I kissed his cheek, tasting salt. "Any time, my beautiful monkey. Any time." He just giggled, and grabbed my hand. "You said something about a head torch?" I stared at him for a moment, still completely in awe of his resilience, before continuing our journey to my cabin. I could hear shouting and banging from inside, as the first years were attempting to navigate their way around. When I opened the door, all the boys crowded around us and my torchlight, like moths to a flame, and started babbling questions at me. Matthew grabbed my arm so tightly he probably left a bruise. "Slow down guys!" I said, raising my voice slightly to cut through their noise. "I've got about as much idea of what's going on as you guys do! All we can do right now is stay calm, stay in the cabins, and wait to see what happens. I happen to have a lantern and a few head torches to go around so everyone can see better without banging yourself off of everything. Let me through and I'll get them for you!" They scattered and jumped back onto the beds, while I rooted around in my bag, Matthew holding my phone above my head. Leaving the boys with the lantern, I took the two headlamps, attaching one to Matthew and the other to myself. "Let's go back and stay with the others, okay?" I said to Matthew, grabbing his hand. He agreed, and we walked back, much faster than the outward journey thanks to the two Xenon coronas emitted from our heads. As we got back, entering through the back door this time, I noticed a red backup light had switched itself on above the back door, illuminating the entire passageway, giving off that 'submarine at red alert' vibe. I opened both doors, and my torchlight picked out Callum, Kyle and Craig all sitting, huddled together on the edge of the faraway bed, watching the flickering colours emitted from someone's iPad. Despite being two years younger, they seemed to be far smarter and less flappable than their older peers. I had no idea how my friends were reacting. Matthew sat between Kyle and Callum, nuzzling Callum's shoulder, while I, after ensuring they would be okay by themselves, walked to the dinner cabin, where I assumed Andy and The Captain were, to try and see if I could get some answers. I took a moment to try and figure out why Gordon, the most senior boy, wasn't doing anything, but then dismissed it as I was wasting time and valuable mind space. I never got to the cabin though. Halfway there, I ran into the two of them, and, after blinding each other with our head torches, I finally ascertained what had happened. "There was an accident just up the road from here. Guy ploughed into the power line that feeds the entire complex. Nobody was hurt, but the cable snapped and we've got no electricity. One of the managers called got a phone call from the police and radioed it out to all the groups." "What's the plan?" I asked. "We're going to get everyone to go to bed and see if Scottish Power have managed to get the power back on by morning. If not, then some of the activities might still be able to go ahead, and we will have gas cooking, but we may have to go home early. In the meantime, the manager said that they keep a supply of glow-sticks and lanterns. This happens a lot with it being an isolated area." I nodded, and we split up at the cabins. I took the cabin with my boys in it, Andy took the first years, and The Captain took my friends. One by one, torch by torch, glowstick by glowstick, step by tentative step, everyone was accounted for, issued with a light source and ushered back to their own cabins. I recommended that the guys put a jumper on over their pyjamas, since the heating was electric, as did Andy and the Captain, before we all, with windows and doors shut tight, bedded down to try and get some sleep. Despite it being the height of summer, the camps isolation still made it fairly cold in the cabins, but the collective body heat of the five of us was gradually warming it up. Finally, an hour and a half after we were plunged into darkness, the breathing in the cabin grew slower and more regular, as everyone drifted off to sleep. All except, it seemed, from Matthew and I. I was just about to take matters into my own hands, in a manner of speaking, when I heard a quiet whisper from the bottom bunk. "Grant?" Matthew whispered. "What's the matter, little man?" I replied. When he answered, my heart burst open. "I'm scared." His voice sounded lost, broken and alone. I was by his side in an instant, tugging him out of his bed and into my arms, holding him tight, shutting out all the monsters and all the pain, gently rocking away the bad dreams. I could feel him sobbing into my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head and quietly oozed soothing noises into his ear. "It's okay Matthew." I whispered over and over. "I'm right here." The twitching finally ceased. Matthew looked up at me, with his huge, glazed puppy dog eyes, which had hardened in the aftermath of his crying, and whispered "Fuck me." No preamble. No warning. No nothing. Just, simply, "Fuck me." In those two words, he had gone from a broken little boy who was scared of the dark, to a hot-blooded mammal in deep need of a good rooting. I could feel his stick poking into my side, and could see in his eyes how much he wanted it, so, of course, without breaking my grip, I stood up, swung round gently to grab my head torch, nearly kicking Wee Tom in the face with Matthews foot, and began to slowly walk out the door. Matthew readjusted his grip for me, wrapping his hands around his neck. It looked like I was carrying him across the the threshold of the cabin like he was my bride and this was our wedding day. Giggling at the thought, I carried him all the way to the fallen tree. He had a massive, lust filled smile on his face every time I looked down. I set him down on the tree root, and leant down to kiss him. As our lips met, he groped for my head torch, and found the power switch, plunging us into darkness. "You sure, bro?" I whispered. He gently kissed my lips again. "You're the one who brought me out of the darkness. When I'm with you, I'm not scared." "Oh Matthew..." I sighed. This little man knows how to push all my buttons. I put my hand on his chest, pawing at his necklace. "You do know we'll never be apart?" "What do you mean?" Matthew whispered. "You, Alex and I, we're all connected. Our necklaces bind us together, in a way that can never be broken. As long as we are blood brothers, we'll never truly be alone!" Wordlessly, he mashed his lips right onto mine and nibbled hungrily at my bottom lip, grabbing my butt with his hands and squeezing them, hard. Pulling away for a moment, he whispered "Fuck me." before returning to attacking my face. He untangled himself from my middle and I pulled his pyjama bottoms off. "Good boy." I whispered huskily, "No underwear." Matthew giggled a little into my mouth, while he was waggling his tongue against mine, the vibrations making my cock dance. He straddled my middle again, taking a few attempts to align himself with my hard-on. When he had found the optimum position, he pulled away from my mouth and nodded. I hawked up a spit ball, and generously applied it to his sphincter, even probing a little way up, eliciting a little squeak from my boy. A few minutes of gentle fingering later, he put his forehead against mine, our hot skin blazing away against the cold night air. "I'm ready." he whispered, the need evident in his voice. "Put it in me. Don't stop." His voice had suddenly deepened. The innocent little boy had gone. In his place was a red-blooded young man. A young man who knows what he wants and will get it by any means necessary. I was of course, in no position to deny him. After ensuring I was lined up properly, I pushed right into that tight welcoming tunnel with all the preamble and foreplay of the horny teenager I was. Matthew groaned out in pleasure as I bottomed out, and started to giggle uncontrollably when my balls slapped against his butt. That all changed though, when I started bucking in and out, like a crazed madman, harder and faster than I'd ever been before, grazing his prostate with every thrust. Matthew, meanwhile, was loving it. His breath was coming in short, sharp gasps of pleasure, while his dick was pulsing with every slight knock. I knew I would send him over the edge if I touched his stick, but my balls were broiling fast after that half-blowjob had gotten me all hot and bothered. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, so, I grasped his little protrusion and began to pull it in and out of my fist in time with my thrusts. That brought on the squeaking. Oh god, the squeaking. I doubt I'll ever hear anything higher pitched come out of anyone ever again. That sent me right over the edge. His little butt clenching around was just too much for my poor cock, so I pulled out a little bit, tried to align my slit with his love button, and let rip. It had the desired effect. As my cum shot right up his bum, his orgasm swept through him, trapping my cock in his bum as his balls drew up to the point of near invisibility, trying to shoot a copious offering that he couldn't make yet. What emerged instead, was his now-familiar little spot of cum, semi-white and sweeter than a thousand pounds of icing. The pure essence of Matthew. While I was contemplating his wonderful form, my wilted cock fell out of his ass, followed by my dripping cum. A thought suddenly occurred to me. I had forgotten to bring tissues. Looking down at his little clenching ass, I smiled. "No matter." I whispered, kneeling down. "What are you doing?" Matthew whispered, looking down at me in confusion. "I forgot to bring tissues." I whispered back, before plunging my tongue straight into his sloppy asshole. It didn't actually taste all that bad. There was the sour overtone of my cum, of course, but the predominant flavour was just Matthew sweat. He was obviously very particular when he showered and shitted, which made for all the more fun. I could hear Matthew whimpering out in surprise at the new feelings washing over him. I smiled a little, as the last of my cum dribbled out. The little boy had come back, and, like a true daddy dog, I made sure my little pup was all clean and shiny bright before I put his trousers back on. Matthew smiled his little tired smile up at me. He was fading fast, so I scooped him up baby-style and walked him back to his bed, being careful not to wake anyone up. Replacing the bedcovers over my little buddy, I kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, little pup." His tired face curved into a huge smile and he shifted into a more comfortable position. Sighing in happiness, I went back to my bed, and was fading fast myself when I heard a whisper from next to me. "You guys back then?" I froze, completely unable to come up with any kind of meaningful response. "I know you're awake." the voice continued, it's identity suddenly clicking into place. "Ryan?" Rustling filled the air as he threw his bedclothes back and walked towards my bed. "Where did you guys go?" he whispered. It took me a moment to think up a reasonable reply. "He wanted to talk about stuff, and he wanted somewhere private to talk, so we went down to the football pitch to talk." "What about?" I bristled a little. "Incredibly private stuff, Ryan." I snapped. He shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry." he simpered, "It's just... I was wanting to talk to you as well." I sat up in surprise. "What about?" I could tell he was seriously embarrassed. "A...About m...maybe screwing around a little? O...Only, I just got dumped by my girlfriend and I really need some relief. Wanking just won't cut it anymore." My cock twitched, but I remained cynical. "What, so I'm your rebound guy?" I whispered sarcastically, "I'm flattered." "N..No!" he asserted, the stammering growing ever more obvious. "I... I just wan...wanna find out what it's like to do s...stuff with a guy and t..to be honest, you're the only guy I trust not to say anything, b...being gay yourself." After hearing that stammering, awkward confession, I was more inclined to trust that he wasn't yanking my chain. "I'd love to fool around with you, Ryan." I whispered, "But not tonight." I suddenly yawned. "I'm really tired and probably couldn't get anywhere fast with you. How about tomorrow when everyone's packing up?" "Okay." he whispered, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. "You won't tell anyone, right?" I put my hand on his shoulder, realising it was entirely bare. "I never tell, Ryan." He smiled in relief and stood up. "Night Grant." he whispered as he walked back to his bed. "G'night, Ryan." I whispered back, turning over and dropping off into oblivion. My dreams were filled with happy little pups, and beautiful big dogs. ------------------------------------------------------------ End Of Chapter 7 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