Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2014 22:34:16 +0000 From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com> Subject: Camp Blow By Blow 8 Niceguy98 <niceguy0398@gmail.com> ------------------------- Chapter 8 - Homeward Bound -------------------------- I woke up half an hour before anyone else, hard and leaking through my pyjamas. My first instinct was to grasp at my turgid organ and bring myself up to a shuddering orgasm, but I held fast, wanting to save my offerings for some fun later on. Instead, I extricated myself from my bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, fully intent on relief. Cracking open the bathroom window, I let the brisk morning breeze clear my head of the last traces of sleep. Now fully awake, I let my appendage out of it's confines and let the golden stream flow. Sighing in relief, I shook off and took a few more strokes than would be considered strictly necessary. I heard someone else walking towards the bathroom and opened the door. Ian stood on the other side. "Why hello there!" I said, in my most theatrically over the top aristocratic accent. Ian just glowered and went behind me into the bathroom, slamming the door behind himself. In a good mood, I returned to my bed and changed, slipping into my trainers to take a pre-breakfast walk, since this was our last day, and I had nothing better to do. I noted, with some regret, that no lights were present anywhere, the emergency lights having burnt out long ago last night. My feet took me to within range of the scout huts, set out in an extremely similar configuration to ours. What wasn't the same as ours, however, was the obvious sounds of gasping and moaning from at least two distinct voices, undercut with the gentle slapping I knew all too well. My cock made itself known, and I crept under the window to listen. I thought I recognised the voices, but couldn't bring myself to look since the bed on which they were furiously coupling on sat right beside the window I was crouching underneath. "Oh, yeah Alec." the higher-pitched voice whispered, his head sitting inches from my ear, separated only by thin plywood. "I knew I recognised those voices!" I thought, as my cock swelled. I could probably spend the whole day perving on them, but there aren't a lot of non-incriminating excuses as to why you're hanging around underneath a window, so I moved on. I passed the swimming pool, normally accentuated with the gentle throb of the plant, which now seemed deathly silent. Except, for some reason, a high-pitched shouting in the distance... "Wait up!" someone shouted. Ryan had run up the path and was calling after me, gesturing wildly. I stopped dead, turning around to face him. "What's up, mate?" "Andy just said that we've got another half hour before breakfast starts, because the milk's gone off and it'll take them a while to cook enough bacon for all of us." A slow smile spread across my lips. "And you came all the way out here just to tell me that?" He rocked back onto his feet, an unconscious nervous reflex I had noticed. "Well, that's not the only reason." he smiled. I smiled back, and took him round the shoulder. "What?" I began sarcastically, "Just because you're shit hot you think you can get some free relief?" He looked at me for a moment, scared at what I was saying, but quickly realised I was joking, and poked me in the chest. "Yep." he answered simply. "Well you are not as shit hot as you think you are Mister." He looked me straight in the eye, and grabbed at my crotch, catching the shaft and squeezing my turgid shaft back to life. I gasped a little involuntarily. "Yes I am." he whispered, winking at the same time. "Why else would I be grabbing your cock right now?" "Touche." I whispered back, grabbing his firm, pert arse, kneading it under my hand. "Where should we go?" I took him by the shoulder and guided him to that famous fallen tree, being careful to avoid the windows of the kitchen hut. "We need to be quick." he giggled, unsnapping the button on his jeans. I took over from him, smiling as I did so. I pulled his trousers and raggedy black boxers down to reveal his pulsing, turgid organ. His mound had the look of a boy who was trying desperately to grow his first bush, but was being held back by a pernickety girlfriend, while his 6 and a bit, index finger-thin cock looked like it needed some serious relief. I was, as always, extremely happy to oblige. Knowing that he was seriously blue in the balls from his recent break-up, I took him quickly, burying his shaft in my throat before he could even blink. It was a different taste to the boys I was used to, much, much stronger and sweatier. Not necessarily bad, just... different. The fact he could make precum was a little bonus as well, so I made sure to snatch a taste of it. It didn't really taste of much, just a little bit of delicate sweetness. The pulsing in his cock had become noticeable, so I moved faster, licking the underside of his dickhead on every bob. I snuck a glance up, and he smiled back down at me, his eyes half closed and his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. I moved faster and faster, rolling his balls around in my hand, feeling their weight and shape, teasing the wrinkled skin that contained them. Suddenly, Ryan gave a short, high-pitched cry, his balls drew up, and he let rip into my mouth. I counted at least two big shots of his thick, hot soup before I pulled back to taste. Apart from my own, his cum was the strongest I had ever sampled. He had obviously been eating a lot of sugar, since his cum was incredibly sweet, with the overwhelming umami taste that every cum connoisseur can't get enough of. After he had finished unloading into my mouth, Ryan grabbed my head and tentatively pulled out. "Wow." he panted. "Kathy was never that good at it!" "Well..." I giggled, swallowing back the last of his offering, "Girls have no idea what feels good on a cock." "Good point." he said, hitching his trousers back up. I stood up as well, and was brushing myself off when I felt a pair of lips at my cheek. "Thanks." he whispered. "I really liked that." "No bother." I smiled, kissing his forehead in reciprocation. The two of us walked back to the cabin together, laughing and joking like we had known each other for years, when we heard the noise of 20 shouting boys coming from the main cabin. Changing our direction, we grabbed bacon sandwiches and sat down with the boys, just as The Captain called us all to attention. "Sorry, guys!" he began, "It looks like we're going to have to go home early." Some of the boys groaned, but he raised his hand to silence us. "But, thankfully, the zipline doesn't need any electricity, so I want everyone changed and at the activity hut in 15 minutes!" We all raised our hands and cheered as loud as we could, with massive grins on our faces. Finishing our bacon as fast as we could, we all ran back to our cabins and changed quickly, chattering excitedly. Matthew kept sneaking glances over at me as I was getting changed, as did Callum. I think they were having the same dirty thoughts as me. I always enjoyed ziplines, for a little bit more than the adrenaline rush of flying down the hill suspended by a piece of wire. Contrary to the trend, I always enjoyed the long walks back up the hill, especially if you have a friend to take with you! I had already talked to Callum and Matthew, and they really wanted to go down together, in more ways than one, so I decided to go down with little thirteen year old Owen. While he was a very nice guy, I had absolutely no interest in him, at all, and didn't want to ruin my run of good luck, so I paid polite kow-tow whilst remaining non-committal. We had quite a lot of fun though, laughing manically like 5 year old girls while the wind whipped through our faces and hair. But, like all good things, it had to come to an end. It took all of us precisely two and a half hours to pack all our crap into the minibuses, after which we finished the last of the squash and crisps for a job well done. We thanked all of the staff for our wonderful stay, jostled for positions on the minibuses and started the long drive home. Matthew and Callum, of course, insisted on sitting next to me. I ended up in the middle of the two of them at the back of the bus. As we pulled away from the complex, we saw how widespread the power loss that one little power line had wrought. The entire village, and the hamlets along the road for about a mile, were all serviced by that power line. "Hope these guys get their power back soon." Callum noted sadly. "Yeah." Matthew added, just as the first drops of summer rain began to pelt off the windows of the car. "They'll be fine." I reassured, "Scottish Power always work quickly." They agreed, and, just as we were about to turn and stare out the window, Ross decided to turn on some obnoxious dance music at full blast through the cars speakers. We all groaned out our disapproval in typical sleep-starved growls, and he lowered the volume to a more tolerable level. Contemplating another five or so hours without any entertainment, I gave out a yawn. Matthew gave out one too, and Callum followed suit. "Want to sleep on a soft pillow?" I whispered, drawing them close. They snorted their laughter, but laid their heads on my chest all the same. Kissing both their foreheads, we were gently lulled to sleep by the drumming rain on the car roof, the gentle rocking of the suspension, and the fact I hadn't drunk any coffee that morning. We were jolted awake by the minibus jack-rabbiting as we came to a stop outside the church hall. I looked out the window to try and get my bearings. The rain had stopped and I could see a small throng of parents and little kids on the path welcoming us back. The Captain opened the side door, and we all piled out. Not expecting anyone else, I had a quick look around for Keith while Matthew bobbed at my side. I suddenly heard a gasp, and very nearly had the wind knocked out of me by a body crashing into my side. The person that crashed into me had a mop of slightly unkempt hair, and extremely tanned arms that wrapped themselves around my waist. "Surprise!" the mystery boy giggled. It suddenly clicked into place who the mystery boy was. I grabbed the boy under the shoulders and brought his little furnace of a body into my arms, inhaling his beautiful, incredibly familiar musk. "I missed you so much, Alex." Matthews chin was practically hitting off the floor. "But I thought you were in Australia!" he gasped. "We just got back yesterday and thought we'd surprise you all!" he giggled into my shoulder. "My cousins came back with us and they're spending some time here before we go back to school!" Glancing back to the throng of parents, I noticed Carol and someone who looked very similar to her, obviously her sister, with her arms around three boys of varying ages, all beachboy tanned, all as cute as Alex. Well, maybe not AS cute. I set Alex down, and Matthew took over on the lung squeezing, while I walked over to Carol. As I got closer, I could see a lot more detail of Alex's cousins. The tallest one had close cropped, sandy red hair, a massive, freckled grin on his face, and was wearing a puffy red sweater with grey jeans. The middle child and the youngest both had unkempt brown hair that practically matched Alex's, and were wearing blue and grey jumpers and jeans. Carol greeted me with a hug, and kissed Matthews forehead while he didn't let go of Alex. "I'd like you to meet my sister, Kirsten, and my nephews. Oscar, who's 8." The littlest one stuck his tongue out. "Peter, who's 9." The middle child bumped fists with me. "And Tom, who's 12." The oldest winked at me. "So you must me Grant then?" Kirsten smiled, shaking my hand, "I've heard so much about you!" "Guess what! Guess what!" Alex squealed, pulling away from Matthews shoulder, but not letting go of his hand. "What, little pup?" I giggled, laughing at his enthusiasm. "You guys are having a sleepover with us!" he squealed, jumping up and down. I looked at Carol for confirmation. "I've spoken with your mum and your dad and they're perfectly fine with it!" she confirmed, "So get into the car and let's get back to the house!" "B..But what about our stuff? Nothings clean!" I stammered. "I've got a washing machine!" she laughed, "I'll just wash you some clean stuff for tomorrow!" Matthew jumped up and kissed Carol on the cheek. Laughing, she ushered us to the car. We extricated ourselves for a moment to say goodbye to everyone. Kyle, Callum and Craig hugged us both, Ryan secretly pinched my butt when he hugged me, and I was content with fist-bumping everyone else. Except of course, from Master Sulk, Ian, who just pretended we weren't there. It was a tight fit in the car for all of us, but we managed for the short time it took to get back to Alex's house. We all piled in, and while the girls chatted downstairs, the boys all went up to Slex's attic playroom and sat down in a circle on the floor. The brothers sat opposite Alex, Matthew and I, with me in the middle and my brothers hanging off my arms. I reckon that Alex was lucky to have his own playroom in the attic, completely isolated from the rest of the house. It opened up the opportunity for a lot of fun! Oscar and Peter plied the both of us with a load of questions about Scottish life and culture, while I fell in love with their amazingly melodic accents, and their deep brown eyes, while Tom leant back, gently playing with his dick through his jeans. I noticed the not-so-subtle movements he was making and smiled. "I've been told that Alex has been keeping you guys busy then?" I smiled, while the brothers did a double take in perfect sync. "How do you know about that?" Oscar squeaked, a scared look coming over his face. I looked at the boys at my arms, and pulled out my necklace. "We're blood brothers. We share everything." Matthew and Alex did the same. Tom sat between his brothers and copied my actions. "So do we. And you're right." he smiled. "He kept all of us seriously busy and really satisfied for the whole time we were there!" A slow smile spread across one corner of my mouth. "I know how good he is! I taught him! And I know how brilliant Matthew is. So..." I clapped my hands, getting right to the point, "Who wants to have some fun?" While the brothers were probably surprised by my forwardness, the Aussie in them probably appreciated it. "Why don't we all strip together?" Alex suggested, "Like we did when we first started out?" "Hell yeah!" Peter squeaked, to laughs from everyone. "How do we do this?" I enquired, as Matthew gave me a look that I couldn't quite decipher, something between "Holy crap!" and "This is brilliant!" "Well, the way we did it before was each one of us strips from top to toe at exactly the same time, following my lead!" Alex piped up, rocking back and forth in his excitement. "Screw that!" Matthew squeaked out through his inverted t-shirt, which went flying across the room at Oscar's face a moment later. Oscar squealed in surprise, before taking a big whiff of the stinky t-shirt covering his nose, and giggling. The rest of us laughed, and followed Matthews lead, stripping instantly to our scuds. All of us unabashedly began to check each other out, gently fiddling with and distractedly flicking our appendages. Oscar was completely hairless other than on his head, and was covered with an incredibly smooth buttery coloured skin that I so wanted to explore all over. He still had a slightly protruding stomach, but his V was fairly well defined. The main event, so to speak, was about an inch and a bit of long slender floppy tube and tiny peanut sized baggage, which, as he played with it, began to stiffen. Peter had light dustings of blonde hair along his forearms and mound. His stomach was flat and had the beginnings of a baby-pack. His dick was a carbon copy of his little brothers, except about half an inch longer. Tom, on the other hand, was the epitome of near-teenhood. He had a liberal dusting of ginger hair across his mound, and his nail had hardened to a respectably thick four inches. His six pack was fairly well defined, as was his hard little V. His pecs had been sculpted well by his surfing and swimming, and I could tell he had muscles from the contracting and relaxing of his biceps as he played with himself. "I want to play with Grant first!" Oscar piped up, to laughs from everyone. ----------------------------------------------------------- End of Chapter 8 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