Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2014 00:03:14 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Highland Flings 12 (Revised)

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Highland Flings 12

Day 3:

You never realise that you had been sleeping in an awkward position until
you wake up with a sore back and a numb arm.  I only realised where I was
when I attempted to roll over and Jakes torso blocked me.  I woke up with a
jolt, then slowly came to my senses. I raised myself up with my non-trapped
arm and came face to face with the smiling sleeping face of Cameron.

I thought it would be a good idea to wake him up, so I pulled my arm slowly
out from underneath Jake, and moved over to the other side of the bed. I
then gently placed my hand on his cheek and brought my lips to his. He
began to moan in his sleep and slowly respond to me. When I came up for
air, he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him.

"Mmmh. Good morning." he said, smacking his lips.  "Good morning." I said
back. "Sleep well?"

He tried to move his arm and looked over to the still sleeping form of
Jake. A slow smile spread across his face as he remembered the action of
the night before.  "Definitely" he whispered "But we'd better wake up
Sleeping Beauty over here before my arm falls off!"  I snorted. "Any
ideas?" I whispered.  "One" Cameron whispered, pointing to Jake's sides and
making a stabbing motion with his finger.

I stifled a snigger.  "You are so cruel!" I whispered sarcastically.  "I
know!" he whispered back. "On three?"

I nodded and got into position.  "One, two, three!" Cameron whispered.  On
three, we shoved our fingers into Jake's sides.  He jumped up off the bed,
as if electrocuted. Needless to say, he woke up instantly, rubbing his
sides.

"Hey!" he shouted.

"Sorry bro." Cameron laughed, "But we needed to get you up to listen to Mr
Curtis trying to keep a straight face!"  He stiffened. "What time is it?"
he said, in a concerned tone.  "Chill man. It's only 7.30." I said.  He
jumped up.

"Shit!" he said. "David [his square room-mate] is going to be up soon and
wondering where I am!"  "Calm down!" I said. "Pretend nothings happened!"
"Alright" he said, locating and pulling on his pyjamas. "I'll see you guys
at breakfast!"  "Hey, wait up!" Cameron said.  "Yeah?" he said, halfway out
the door.  Cameron and I walked up to him and kissed both his cheeks.  "Be
careful." I whispered.  He smiled and walked off, waving in our direction.

I smiled and put my arm around Cameron. He reciprocated.  "You do realise
we still have an hour before we have to go to assembly?" I said, raising my
eyebrows.  Cameron smirked.  "What do you suggest?" he whispered.  I raised
my eyebrows and nodded my head towards the bed.  "Oh!" Cameron
sarcastically realised.

He went and sat on the bed and tapped the space next to him with the palm
of his hand.  I sat next to him, placing my arm on his shoulder.  "Now," I
said. "Where were we?"

Cameron pretended to think for a moment.  "Oh!" he enthused. "I think I
remember..."  I just snorted with laughter and moved my face closer to
his. I kissed him lightly before placing my hand on his chest and gently
propelling him onto the bed.  He landed face up on the bed, giving a sly
smile.  "Whatever do you intend to do with me, fine sir?" he said in his
most horny aristocrat voice.  "Oh..." I repeated, laying on the
Etonian. "All I want to do is fuck your brains out, good sir."  Cameron
doubled up in laughter.  "Well, that's alright then!" he giggled. "But I
may need some help with my trousers."

I smiled. It seems my boyfriend gets a kick out of being treated like a
toddler. Each to their own.

He raised his rump off the bed slightly. I grabbed the waistband of his
shorts and pulled them down, "accidentally" snagging the head of his dick
so it slapped back into his pubic mound with a quiet slap.  I giggled
slightly and grabbed his shaft.  Cameron moaned slightly at my touch. I
played around with it for a bit, teasing him to the brink of orgasm, then
letting him fall again.  After doing this twice, I let go of him and he
automatically raised his feet above his head, displaying his virgin rosebud
to all and sundry.

I placed my finger at the centre of his burning hole. It offered up a
little resistance, then the tip of my finger slipped past the muscle and in
to my first knuckle.  Cameron was whimpering like a dog, his hole flexing
to attempt to push me out. But I stood firm and wriggled it about a bit to
keep the stimulation up. I found a slightly firmer nub inside his hole and
pushed against it.

Cameron gave a strangled cry and the head of his cock grew and pulsed.  I
seem to have found his prostate.

I pulled my finger out, making a slight sucking noise as my fingertip went
past his ring.  Cameron started whimpering at me.  "Grant." he
gasped. "Please..."  I, of course, obliged.

I grabbed the strategically placed hand cream and placed a generous amount
over my pulsing cock.  I wiped the excess around Cameron's perineum and
rosebud, then rolled my foreskin back, placed the head of my cock against
his hole and pushed.

The lubrication slipped my head past his ring easily, but the look of pain
on Cameron's face made me hold firm. It was all I could do to keep from
cumming right there and then from the flexing and extreme heat of his hole.

When the pain went off of Cameron's face, I leaned over right next to his
ear.  "Push out like you're taking a shit, and I'll slip in a lot easier!"
I whispered.

Cameron didn't reply, but his hole dilated to the point where I could slip
my full 5.5 inches without difficulty.

I held fast, more to prevent the silken pulsing furnace vice from taking me
over the edge than to prevent discomfort to Cameron.  When the moans died
down and my balls stopped broiling, I began to slowly pull out to the head.
Cameron whimpered with the empty feeling until I pushed back in quickly,
grazing his prostate.  He moaned in ecstasy.  "Oh!" he moaned, "Oh Grant,
faster!"

I needed no second prompting. I started jack rabbiting in and out of his
hole.  Cameron whimpered and his cock twitched every time I hit his
prostate.  The feelings overwhelmed me and I fell down over his torso, my
lips landing on his, still jack rabbiting.

The snogging brought Cameron to the brink and with one final thrust, his
cock shot two huge strings, covering my torso and his.  The quivering vice
sent me over the edge too, so I pulled out slightly and aimed my pee-slit
as best I could against his prostate.

My cock forcefully shot against it, and for every dribble, Cameron's cock
flexed dryly.

Our kissing became more sloppy and impassioned, and my softening cock
slipped out of his ring, followed by a splurge of cum and ass juice that
fell on the bed.  I fell over to the other side of the bed and panted like
a prized sprinter.  Cameron placed his sweaty hand on my cheek and pulled
me closer to his face.

"Thank you." he whispered.  "I love you." I whispered back, kissing his
forehead, shoving his arm at the same time. "Now, get up! We need to get to
breakfast!"

Cameron conceded and rolled out of bed, pulling on his underwear, jeans and
t-shirt quickly.  I did the same, while hanging the sheets over the heater
in an attempt to dry them off.

We then went out the door and walked to assembly.  Cameron was walking
slightly gingerly due to his recent deflowering, but not so much as to be
noticeable.

We got into the breakfast hall and sat next to Aidan, Como, Jake and David,
who seemed to have struck up a rapport.  I saw Adam with someone I didn't
recognise, and he raised his chin and smiled in recognition.

I smiled back.

Our friendly exchange of expressions was interrupted by the caustic sound
of a microphone being tapped by a hand.

The hubbub died down to complete silence and everyone turned to face the
stage.  Mr Curtis took the centre of the stage and began speaking, not in
the dulcet tones of the last two days, but in a more concerned tone.

"Good morning everyone." he said, his voice echoing back at him from the
speakers.  "As you are probably all aware, there was an incident last night
at one of the football pitches.  It ended with the expulsion and exclusion
of one of your classmates.  I hope that the incident will never be
repeated, but I wish to reiterate.  Any racist, homophobic or sexist
incidents that occur at this camp will be dealt with swiftly and extremely
severely.  I will say and hear no more about it."

I registered that Mr Curtis was staring straight at us.

"I hope we can all get along a lot better than this, especially with the
end of camp dance coming along very soon!" he said, with a forced jovial
tone.  "All you lads and lasses had better find a partner and practice your
Scottish Country dancing!".

Everyone seemed to be looking forward to it, but everyone was scared to ask
someone. We were all still at the stage of everyone of the opposite sex
being aliens.

Mr Curtis went on with the spiel about our activities for today.  Cameron
and I were rostered for the hiking trip up the local mountain. So was Adam
and his mysterious cabin-mate. I smiled at the thought.

We would be walking for the whole day, so we were told to go to the kitchen
and prepare ourselves a packed lunch.  We were then told to change into
warm clothes, pack provisions and meet at the assembly point.

Thankfully, we had a reasonably good day for it. It was reasonably warm
with a few sporadic white clouds in the sky.  We were led up the hill and
back down again by an extremely overenthusiastic teenage camp manager, who
although he was extremely fit, he managed to annoy the hell out of
everyone.  The afternoon dragged out for so long, although it was only a
few hours. However, the tedium was eased somewhat by chatting to Adam and
Fraser, whom we found out a lot more about.

When we stopped for a pee break, Adam told me that he had tried it on with
him, and, while he didn't mind that his room mate was gay, he wasn't
interested.

It was a shame. He was extremely fit, but, beggars can't be choosers.

When the group broke up, Cameron, Adam and I decided to go and have a
shower before going for lunch, since we were supposed to be pretending to
court girls for the Country dance, and, since it was three days since we
had had a shower, we were smelling a bit funky.

When we neared the shower block, we could hear water running. That, in
itself wasn't unusual.

What was definitely unusual was the sound of slapping skin against skin and
soft moaning.

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End Of Chapter 12
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