Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2008 11:34:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brad C. <open_minded28@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Campground Showers' {Brad Carody} ( BBB teen2 ) [1!1]

It was my third day at the campsite, and only one more left before we had
to leave.  I had been having a wonderful time and was not at all excited
about returning home.  In fact, I was a little sad about it.  We had been
spending most of our time just relaxing and hanging out on the beach and it
had been very relaxing.  Going home would force me back to reality and make
me face the fact that my Senior year would be starting in a few short
weeks.  Not that I hated high school, but it certainly didn't hold a candle
to lying on the beach and watching scantily clad women parade around in the
warm sun!

Speaking of scantily clad women, it was now 10pm and I had been thinking of
those women for about 6 hours now!  I was on my way to the showers to get
clean and (hopefully - if no one was around) take care of business and
maybe rid myself of those thoughts for a while... I was lost in these
thoughts as I approached the showers, my sandals crunching on the gravel
path and the quiet campsite conversations dying down with the fires they
were held around.  I was still hard from my fantasies and in anticipation
of certain relief in the shower.  I began to wonder if anyone would be able
to tell when they saw me passing.  I shifted the towel slung over my
shoulder, trying to cover the tent in my shorts, just in case.

I could hear voices in the bathhouse as I approached and groaned inwardly.
Shit, I was really hoping to have some privacy!  As I reached for the door,
I heard the voices again.  They were hushed, as if trying to whisper over
the racket of showers.  I paused for a second, curious.  My heart fluttered
as I began to recognize words over the rush of water.  I was hearing urgent
mutterings that were distinctly sexual. They sounded like boys and I was
catching words like "cock", "hard" and "ass".  I glanced around as
nonchalantly as possible, looking to see if I could get away with standing
there a little longer with my hand on the door handle but not entering.  It
appeared as if the coast was clear.  I couldn't hear the voices now, and
was dying to know what was going on.  I suspected I knew, but the wild
fantasy careening through my brain would be too good to be true.  I had to
assume that I was somehow interpreting this incorrectly and that it was
nothing at all.  And if that were true, I didn't want to get caught hanging
about in the doorway, eavesdropping!

My heart beating out of my chest and my adrenaline pumping out of control,
I eased the screen door to the bathroom open.  I held my breath in
anticipation of squeaky hinges, but was relieved to find them quiet.  I
eased into the bathroom, ever ready to drop my silence and stroll in, as if
I had heard nothing and was not sneaking around.  Inside the bathroom the
steam was thick, as if the showers had been running for a while.  I
hesitated for a moment, on the brink of an irreversible decision.  If I
went into the narrow passage that fronted all the shower stalls, I would
not be able to claim that I had not heard them.  However, I might also be
passing up the chance of a lifetime if I didn't go in there.  What would I
find?  What did I hope to find?  My head dizzy with excitement and full of
trepidation, I turned for the short hallway.  All 6 shower stalls faced
this isle, each partitioned off from the bench facing it by a curtain that
didn't quite reach the floor.  The last stall was the one occupied, though
two showers were billowing out the steam.  I guessed that they were hopeful
that (if caught) they would somehow manage to maintain that they were in
fact taking separate showers.

I cautiously approached the last stall, set down my soap, shampoo and
towel.  I stole a quick peek under the curtain as I did so, just enough to
clearly see two pairs of young feet.  There was no guessing ages with any
certainty, but I knew they would not belong to anyone my age.  I silently
stripped down, trying hard to stop my racing mind and just commit myself to
action.  I was scared out of my wits and visibly shaking from nerves.  My
heart was in my throat and I fought to retain control of my body.  I forced
myself into a robotic mode, just going through the motions of undressing
and trying not to think too much, for fear of losing what little nerve I
had left.

Naked now, and my cock completely limp from nervousness, I drew a deep
breath and plunged into the shower before me.  Two boys, probably about 14
or 15 years of age nearly jumped into the air from fright.

"Hi!" I said, a little too loudly.  "Can I join you?"

I had a big grin on my face, but my heart was hammering from the fear
of... what?  getting caught?  being wrong about what was happening?  "Fuck
it" I said to myself determinedly.  These kids were at least several years
my junior and at a campground I'd likely never visit again.  What was the
worst that could happen?

Both boys just stood there, mouths open, completely shocked by the sudden
turn of events.  They were both shorter than I by a few inches, one blond
and skinny, the other dark haired and a little chunky.  They were both
standing upright now, but a moment before the blond had been leaning over,
with the dark haired kid behind him, trying to fuck the blond?

"Sorry," I apologized, "didn't mean to scare you!  I just wanted to join
in!"

I was over the edge now - no turning back!  The boys looked at each other
and the blond sort of grunted, but both seemed too freaked out to be able
to speak.  I took a small step towards them and lowered my voice now that I
was gaining a small measure of control over my body.

"Listen," I said, taking another step. "I've never done anything like this
in my life but, well, I guess I've never really been this horny, either!"

I grinned at them, hoping to look a little conspiratorial and gain some
trust.

"Yeah, ok," said the dark haired kid.  He looked quickly at the other boy,
as if to make sure he had spoken truly for both of them.  The other kid
just kind of nodded.

"Whats your names?" I asked.  Both seemed reluctant to answer, so I offered
mine.  "I'm Brad."

I held out a hand.  The dark haired kid, who had jumped awkwardly backward
when I had surprised them, took a half step out of the gushing water and
shook my hand, his eyes probing mine, as if to find some hint of joking or
malice.  I held his gaze and his hand and he offered his name.

"I'm Bill", he stammered.  "And this is Joey" he said as he stepped back.

Joey was more shaken than Bill, and perhaps a bit younger.  He did not move
towards me at all, but did a little pivot, so that he almost faced me.

"J-Joey", he said awkwardly, extending his hand slightly.

I moved forward and closed the short distance to him, taking his hand
firmly in mine.

"Brad", I repeated.  I guess I was still a bit on auto pilot, because my
hand held fast to his and lowered, pulling him towards me.  It did not seem
a move that I was capable of planning and executing on my own, at least not
as nervous as I was!

His eyes grew large as I pulled him to me, placing his hand on my now
growing cock.  I cupped my hand over his, rubbing it gently up and down my
shaft.  He still looked pretty freaked out, but the initial shock was over
and he looked down at my stiffening member.

"Wow" he muttered.

My penis was only about 6" at full erection, but it was still bigger than
his, as near as I could tell.  I leaned back a bit, both pushing my hips
towards him and affording me a better look at his crotch.  His dick was
starting to get hard too, and was actually quite nice looking.  It was very
smooth and well shaped, probably about 5" erect.  His balls hung low and
were framed in blond pubic hair, still a little on the sparse side.  As
Joey took my member in both hands, I stole a look at Bill.  He was just
standing there, rather unsure of what to do with himself.  As he caught me
looking at him, he smiled and grabbed his flaccid cock, stroking it slowly
in his hand.  Hiswas about as big as Joey's, but much thicker, even thicker
than mine.  His pubic hair was thicker, much closer to my own.  He had a
bit of a gut and his chest was well padded, but was a handsome boy.

"Here", I suggested.  "Lets get into the warm water."

I eased way from Joey, who was still fondling my cock and stepped into the
warm shower, turning to both of them.  Joey approached first, already haven
"broken the ice".  He dropped to knees in front of me, gripping my cock and
running his hands up and down it.  I wasn't sure how much experience these
two had, but Joey had definitely stroked a few penises in his life.  His
fingers fluttered over my sensitive skin, teasing me and sending jolts of
electricity through my spine.  He gently cupped my balls then, and moved in
to lick them.  As he did so, Bill finally joined us, unsure of where to fit
in.  His cock was hard now, and he still had a hand on it.  I reached out
to him and grabbed it from him, pulling him towards me.  He did a little
shuffle step and sidled up.  I used his meat to turn him and draw him next
to me, so that our shoulders were touching.  His eyes were heavily lidded
now, apparently very much enjoying having my hand on his cock.

  I gave it a few slow strokes, marveling at the girth of it.  It was wet
and slick, and I was able to run my palm greasily around the head, sending
a shiver up his back.  I let go then, and used both hands to guide Joey
away from my cock and onto Bills.  Joey did not miss a beat and began his
expert administrations on Bill without hesitation.  I watched for a second
and then shifted behind Joey.  I knelt down onto one knee and reached
underneath his ass.  I gently worked his balls in my hand for a moment,
then ran my hand up to grasp his shaft.  I had to bend further over to do
this, and in so doing so found that I needed additional support to keep
from toppling over him.  It became a bit of a logistical problem, so I gave
up and let go of his throbbing penis.  He sighed and I could hear the
slurping intensify on Bills cock with the renewed focus.  Defeated in my
attempt to jack him from behind, I instead ran my fingers playfully across
his ass hole, rimming him, as it were, with my finger.

Joey responded with a "mmmrpphh" and his back dropped, as if he lost all
ability to hold himself up.  He stopped bobbing up and down on Bills cock
and just sat there, Bills tool completely stuffed into Joey's mouth.  I
stopped and stood, looking for shampoo.  Joey broke suction to see what had
caused me to stop, then resumed the blowjob while I sought the shampoo.  I
found a small travel tube of what appeared to be thick shampoo or
conditioner.  I resumed my post behind Joey and began smoothing a copious
amount of the fluid onto Joey's asshole.  I could hear Bill moaning over
the water and wondered if he was close to blowing his load.  I hoped that
he wouldn't, as I had plans for the little blond before me.

After massaging his wet ass hole with the creamy liquid, I began fingering
Joey, slipping a single digit teasingly in and out of his tight sphincter.
He was now having a tough time maintaining the blowjob, and his breathing
was getting ragged.  Several times he slid his hips back, impaling himself
further onto my finger.  Carefully, I eased a second finger in, my cock
throbbing with my pulse in eager anticipation.  When I felt Joey loosen up
a bit, I edged up behind him, lifting his ass up to my hips.  I placed the
tip of my steely cock at his ass hole and gingerly pushed against him.  It
took a minute of painfully slow progress, as I did not want to hurt him or
scare him off.  He had all but stopped the blowjob now, but assured me he
was ok.

Finally, my cock slid past his prostate and I sunk deeply into him.  His
breath hitched in his chest and his voice sounded strained, but he nodded
when I asked how he was doing.  I sat perfectly still then, waiting for the
burning pain I knew he was experiencing to subside.  After a while it did,
and he began to shift against me, encouraging me to fuck him.  I was all to
pleased to do so and began long slow strokes in and out of his tight bung
hole.  I loved the feeling of him impaled on my cock and I had to stop
before I came too fast.  Joey gave up trying to attend to Bill and dropped
to his forearms, the water from the shower beating on his naked back.  I
grabbed the sides of his skinny ass and pushed the flesh of his cheeks
against my cock.  Never had I experienced anything so wonderful and I
savored every second of it.  I continued to fuck him, still slowly and
gently.

Finally, Bill got the hint and gave up on Joey, grabbing his own cock again
and starting to stroke it with vigor as he watched me fuck his friend.
Bill saw me staring at him (or rather his cock) and walked hesitantly over
towards me.  I opened my mouth, inviting him in, never taking my hands from
Joey's hips.  He grinned and sidled up closer, his cock at a perfect height
for my mouth.  I sucked him in and he threw his head back in ecstasy.  I
continued my assault on Joey's asshole, pulling him hard against me as I
sucked on Bill's thick member as best I could.  The movements were awkward,
especially since I was looking to one side to accommodate Bill.  I think he
realized the difficulty, because he shifted around to straddle Joey,
placing himself directly in front of me.  Although this did make it much
easier on me, I was still having difficulty in blowing such a thick cock!
My jaws began to ache a little from holding my mouth open so far and I
began to feel a desire to have him in my ass, instead.  It was thinking
about this that finally pushed me over the edge and I pulled Joey hard
against me, shooting my load deep into his anal cavity.  I let go of his
hips, then, and reached up for Bill's cock, cupping his balls with one hand
and stroking his thick shaft with the other as I continued to blow him.
Joey came then, with my still hard cock buried to the hilt inside him.  I
could feel his sphincter tightening rhythmically around my dick as he
spurted onto the wet floor, grunting as he did so.  After a brief moment,
he slowly moved forward, letting my cock slide out of him.  Bill had to
shift around to let Joey get out from under him.  I took advantage of this
shift to turn, offering my ass up to Bill.  He didn't need any coaxing and
dropped to his knees behind me.  I felt the bulbous head of his cock
against my asshole and he began trying to push it in me.  He was wet from
my mouth and the hot water falling around us, but not wet enough.  His
efforts began to hurt more than I was willing to bear, so I crept forward a
few feet and reached for the shampoo bottle.  I applied a copious amount to
my asshole, pushing a generous amount inside with my finger.  I also turned
and poured a thread of it the length of Bills erect cock, using both hands
to work it around his shaft.  I grinned at his response, a sort of helpless
grunt as he (somewhat literally) became putty in my hands.  I then turned
and raised my ass to him again, offering a much more slick hole for him to
take advantage of.  He placed the thick, mushroomed head of his penis
against my asshole again, but this time easily penetrated.  He did not have
the experience to know that he needed to go slowly and his first thrust
hurt considerably.  I clenched my fists and jaws against the burning pain
and he immediately stopped, sensing or seeing my discomfort.

"Oh, sorry," he managed in a truly apologetic voice.

He started to withdraw, but I stopped him, explaining that he just needed
to let it sit inside me for a minute, so that I could get used to him and
relax a bit.  He sat perfectly still then, and the burning subsided for me.
It was an interesting shift, from the intense pain to a pleasurable
fullness.

"Ok," I encouraged him.  "Fuck me good, but start slow, ok?"

He responded with slow strokes, sliding his cock almost out of me before
shoving it back in.  Each thrust was slow, but firm.  I liked the feel of
his hips as they connected with my ass, and I really enjoyed feeling that
thick prick buried inside my hot love hole.  I began to work my own (now
soft) shaft, slowly stroking it to a semi-hard state.  I felt another hand
on it then and I opened my eyes to see Joey next to me, his soft hands now
rubbing my dick against my own stomach.  As Bill continued to fuck me, Joey
slid underneath me and began sucking my ever stiffening cock.

I was in heaven and knew I would cum again soon.  I reached out for Joey,
pulling his hips towards me.  He got the idea and slid around to a 69
position, giving me access to his cock.  I took it into my mouth and began
sucking hard on it, leaving it in my mouth while I worked my tongue against
it.  Within minutes I was pumping a load of cum into his throat, Bills cock
sending extra waves of pleasure through my groin.  Bill came shortly after
that, and I could feel his hot cum spurting deep into my ass.  I couldn't
believe how lucky I was and how good all this felt!  Bill was slowly
withdrawing from my ass now and redoubled my efforts on Joey's stiff
member.  I impaled myself on him, working his cock deep into my mouth, to
the point where I was near to gagging.  I wrapped my lips and tongue around
his cock as tightly as possible, sucking in hard and creating an
unbreakable suction on him.  I then slowly pulled my head up, causing me to
squeeze him even tighter as the suction increased with each inch of him
that came out of my mouth.  This was all he needed to send him over the
edge and I felt his dick soften slightly, the signal he was about to blow
his load.  I gave a couple of more quick strokes and squeezed his balls
gently as he came, pulling off his cock and stroking it hard as his cum
flew across my face and into my mouth.  He shot a good load, his hips
bucking uncontrollably as he coated me with his white goo.  I made a show
of licking it off my lips and then off his cock, sending his over sensitive
groin into more spasms.  We all got up and stood there for a moment,
looking at each other as if we didn't want this to end, but yet we were all
pretty well expended.  We each pulled together then, forming a mass of
hands, mouths, asses and cocks.  We each roamed, rimmed, sucked and jerked
each other in quick bursts, an ever changing pile of caresses and
exploration.  As we became more and more tired, we slowly drifted apart,
giving in to our exhaustion.  Before we left, we committed to meeting again
the next day, but I'll save that story for another time...