Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2014 14:36:14 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Highland Flings 4

This story is a work of fiction, with some bases in reality, (how else does
a good author create a story!) but any names, dates and locations have no
basis in reality.

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Highland Flings 4

I won't bother going into what happened when we went abseiling and rock
climbing. It was fun, but I will just skip to the evening, after we had
dinner.

Aidan and I were back at the cabin, trying to scrape the mud off our
trousers before we muddied our beds with them. We eventually gave up and
shoved them on the radiator to dry and we promised ourselves we'd scrape
the mud off tomorrow. Aye. Right.

Anyways, it was 9.30, half an hour before we were expecting Cammy and Como,
so we took a few minutes to drag a bedside table in between the two beds
and fish out the slightly battered pack of cards. We still hadn't put on
clean trousers by this point and apparently, when I bent over my bag, I
gave Aidan quite the view of my ass through my slightly soaked boxers. I
only realised when I stood back up and turned around that he had gotten his
dick out and was stroking it to full mast.

"Hey!" I said. "Save it for -" I couldn't finish my sentence, because at
that moment, he crossed the short distance between us and planted his lips
on mine.

What I lacked in experience I more than made up for in enthusiasm. Our
tongues danced against each other, exploring every inch of each others
mouths. Our hands, free to roam grasped and squeezed all over the others
backs, asses and necks. When I grabbed Aidan's ass, his moaning intensified
and he pushed us over onto his bed. He landed on top of me and his pelvis
bumped into mine, mashing our aching cocks together through the thin
material of our boxers.

I pulled off him to catch my breath. "Mate..." I said, between gasps "How
the fuck... Did you learn to kiss like that!"

"I learned it from my best mate Chrissy". "You mean Chrissy in 1st year?" I
interjected. "Yep, he taught me a lot more than that too". "Like what?" I
asked. "Like..." He leaned over "You'll find out soon enough" he
whispered. I giggled and pushed his shoulder "Come on, get off me and put
some trousers on, the night patrol will be here any minute to announce
lights out". "Okay" he conceded and rolled off me.

We quickly put on our pyjama bottoms and installed ourselves on our
respective beds looking as innocent as possible. Just in time. The night
patrol in the form of two of the camp staff.

"Light's out boys. Big day tomorrow!" one of them said.

"Yes, sir" we chorused like good little boys whilst groaning inwardly. What
are we, 5? But we wanted them to leave us alone, so we just smiled and
pretended to roll over to go to sleep so they won't bother coming back
during the night.

5 minutes after the staff had gone back to their hut, we heard a light
knocking on the door. We both rushed up to the door and I opened it to
reveal the two objects of my newly awakened desires; Cameron and John.

My cock jumped at what they were both wearing. Como was wearing a white
tight t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of his boxing team, denoting some
participation in a national competition or some such, stretched across his
rippling (well, I thought so) muscles and his budding six pack. His blue
gym shorts seemed a little bit too small for him (can you see a theme
here?) and accentuated the head of his penis very nicely.

Cameron was wearing an extremely baggy pair of tracksuit bottoms and a
green t-shirt, which, unfortunately, didn't show as much as he did at
assembly.

Looking at them just made me lose my inhibitions completely, so after they
came in and got settled, I decided to just dispense with all the shit and
just get right down to it.

"Right guys, fuck the blackjack. Why don't we just play dares?" I blurted
out.

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End Of Chapter 4
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