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Brad and I take our sons camping...
The following story is a sequel to "Of Men and Boys". You may want to read that story first.
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For several Saturdays while my wife was at work, my golfing buddy, Brad had been coming over. He'd bring his 10 year old son, Bruce, who was blow buddy of my 10 year old son, Chad. We'd all go skinny dipping in my pool. Of course there more to it than just that, as the boys would be encouraged to blow each other and fuck each other in the ass for their dads' entertainment. And for bonus entertainment, they would each suck Brad and me. Sometimes I'd fuck Brad's boy's butt and he'd fuck my son's ass. It was great perverse fun.
Then on Sunday, when the wives were home, Brad and I played golf. We were great friends.
One weekend early in the summer, we decided to change things up and took the boys camping at a nearby state park. I brought my john boat to take the boys fishing and Brad brought his pop up camper for us to sleep in. Neither his wife nor mine was ever very keen to go camping, but they didn't begrudge us going; golf every Sunday, yes, but taking the boys camping, no. Actually, despite the bitching, they didn't mind us playing golf all that much either, as we had all gotten to that stage in our marriages where time apart was often better than the time together.
We left on Friday afternoon. It being summer, we got to Tuckacoochie State Park well before sunset. Within minutes of arriving at our lakeside campsite, we had the camper set up, the electric plugged in and the A/C on. What a set up! With the two full-sizebeds on either side, it was a far better set up than any tent I'd ever been in. With the camper secure, we ate our brown bag dinner and then drove to the boat launch to put my john boat into the water. Leaving my car with the empty trailer at the launch, the four of us piled in and putt-putted around the small lake for a half hour before making landing at our campsite. It was almost dark by then, but still time for a quick swim in the lake.
Having previously agreed to swapping boys for the weekend, I took Bruce with me to the showers to clean up and get ready for bed. Having rinsed off in the lake, we really didn't need to shower, but we did need to change clothes. We could have done that in the camper, but the floor space was very limited and it was just easier to change into dry clothes in the bath house. Besides, Brad and Chad were already in the camper "changing".
So Bruce and I were by the lavatories, both stark naked when an older man walked in with a shirtless young boy.
"Oh! Excuse me," the man said upon seeing us.
"No problem," I told him giving the young lad a good look at my pecker. "We were just changing from swimming."
"Well, don't hurry on our part," the man chuckled.
"By the way," he said reaching his hand out to shake mine. "I'm Fred. I think you boys are in the campsite next to ours."
"Nice to meet you, Fred," I replied taking his hand. "I'm Jack. And this is Bruce."
"You've got a handsome son there , Jack," Fred said as he feasted upon Bruce's nudity.
"Oh, he's not my son," I replied. "He's my friend's son."
"You don't say..."
"And who is this fine boy?" I asked still nude.
"Jeremy. My grandson... actually my wife's grandson. Actually, she's not my wife either..."
"Oh, I see," I replied not at all sure of their relationship. "So you are here with his grandmother?"
"No, she's in a nursing home. I'm just watching out for the boy until she gets better."
"Oh, okay..."
"Well, maybe we could all get together tonight," Fred said his eyes never leaving Bruce. "Burn up some marshmallows, sip a little whiskey... whatever."
"Yeah, whatever."
There ensued a long silent impasse, neither of us saying anything, just Fred ogling Bruce and young Jeremy ogling me. I broke the silence saying, "You come to take a shower?"
"Uh, yes. Yes, we did."
"Then don't let us stop you."
"Uh, yeah."
Fred turned to Jeremy and told him, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get undressed." Jeremy kicked off his flip flops and pushed down his shorts and underwear. Meanwhile Fred stripped off too. Now there were four of us naked as jaybirds standing around in the bathhouse.
I moved to the door and leaned against it so no one could come in and told Bruce, "Why don't you take Jeremy and help him with his shower."
"Sure! Okay!
"Come on, Jeremy!"
Jeremy grinning went with Bruce into the lone shower stall, the boys neglecting to close the shower curtain. Soon the two giggling boys were having fun together, playing grab ass in the spray and tweaking each other's little peckers. Fred, he just stood there, watching while stroking his hard-on.
Suddenly he caught himself and looked back at me, embarrassment clear on his face.
That's when someone tried to get in, but I was blocking the door. Not totally discouraged by the blocked door, whoever it was began pounding on the door and calling out, "Open the door! Open the door!"
"We've had an accident in here!" I called out. "Give us a minute or two!"
Fred scrambled to put his clothes back on and then shooed the boys out of the shower. While the boys pulled on their shorts without drying off, Fred exchanged places with me and blockaded the door while I put some clothes on. In probably less than a minute or so, we were all presentable and Fred opened the door. Whoever had been there was now gone.
It was short walk back to our campsites. Brad and Chad, both in dry shorts and nothing more other than flip flops, were working on getting a campfire going when the four of us walked up.
"What took so long?" Brad asked.
"At the bath house we met the neighbors," I said pointing to the adjacent camp site.
"Brad, this is Fred.
"Fred, Brad." They shook hands.
"And this is Jeremy. He and Bruce showered together."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, and someone was beating on the door trying to get in," I laughed, "but I had it blocked."
"I saw that commotion and wondered what was going on," Brad replied.
Turning to his son Brad asked, "Did you get your new friend squeaky clean?" Bruce nodded grinning. "Yeah, I bet you did," his dad added with a knowing smile
"It was a little tame, but Fred here, enjoyed the show," I laughed.
"Didn't you, Fred?"
"Uh, yeah, I did," the old man replied with a embarrassed grin.
"Had a hard-on you could drive nails with," I mischievously added which really embarrassed him.
"I'm just funning you," I quickly added to put Fred at ease while passing him the open bottle of bourbon. "Too bad that dude nearly broke the fucking door down or we might have had a real show. Tell me, Fred, you ever see your boy blow another boy or vice versa?"
"No," he replied taking a another long swig of straight bourbon.
"Would you like to see that... you know, two boys going at each other?"
"Shit..." he muttered.
"Yeah, you'd like to see that. Wouldn't you?" The old guy grinned up at me and nodded. He passed the bottle back to me.
I looked around and saw that the only campsite that had a partial view into ours was the site Fred and Jeremy were occupying. The parking apron was at an angle to the road. The view from the road was obscured by Brad's car, the camper and dense shrubs. In back of the camper was the lake. I walked around to the back of the camper and saw that the view from the road was totally blocked.
"Chad! Jeremy! Come here boys!" The two boys broke away from playing in the fire.
"Jeremy, it's okay with your grandfather if it's okay with you." He scrunched up his eyes clearly not understanding. "Now you need to stand right about here and no one will see you from the road while Chad gives you a blowjob. Interested?" Jeremy shot a look over at Fred.
"So, if you want a blowjob, boy, you just need to take off your shorts."
I glanced over at my son. With a grin he shucked his shorts, the only thing he was wearing.
Jeremy glanced back and forth between Fred and Chad several times, then lowered and stepped out of his shorts.
I stepped away and took up my seat between Brad and Fred. As my butt settled into the lawn chair, Chad went to his knees and took Jeremy into his mouth. Fred muttered, "Oh, son of a bitch..." Even in the fading light, from no farther than ten feet away, it was quite a show!
After taking a swig of booze, Brad called out to Bruce, "Go give Chad a hand."
Bruce, who was no longer poking a stick in the fire, but watching Chad sucking their new friend, dropped his shorts right there by the campfire and joined the other two nude boys. The three boys put on quite the cock sucking exhibition while the sun set for us, with Jeremy showing no more reluctance to suck cock than either Chad or Bruce.
When Jeremy went down on my son, I turned to Fred and saw that his eyes were blazing with lust. "Makes you just want to beat off, doesn't it?" Fred glanced at me and nodded. "Then go ahead. Whip it out. No one can see you," and he did just that, extracting his tool through the open fly of his shorts and massaging it. He didn't last long.
At that moment Chad was odd man out, and I called him over to us. "Fred made a mess," I told him. "Help him out, will you." Chad didn't hesitate and dove into Fred's crotch and slurped up his wet limp noodle.
"Holy fuck..." the old guy hissed as my son cleaned his spent cock of his ancient cream.
Over the next hour, several cars or trucks drove past and several groups of people walked past, their presence only detected by the passing flashlights. By then I had talked Fred completely out of his clothes and had him join the boys at the back of the camper. The old fart obviously liked boy dick as much as Brad and I did. And Brad and I weren't neglected either. Best damned campfire ever!
It was getting late and we were getting drunk. I shut down the impromptu sex party with, "Time to call it a night." Brad was ready to call it a night too. Fred, not so much, but he took his naked boy to their camp and we retried inside the camper.
Ah! An air conditioned tent! This was definitely the way to go camping!
There wasn't much to do to get ready for bed, as we were all nude already. There were two bump-out full beds on either side of a narrow floor space. Brad took my son, Chad, with him in one bed and I took his son, Bruce, with me the other bed. We had doused the fire, so when Brad switched off the light, it got rather dark inside. However, there was a full moon that night and the canvas tent material covering the beds glowed softly from the moon light. Pretty soon my eyes adjusted.
Just a mere two, three feet away, I could see that Brad was sodomizing my son. They were on their side facing me, Brad nestled behind Chad. I couldn't actually see Brad's cock plundering my boy's anus, but the way they moved and the dazed expression on Chad's face told the story. I found the tube of KY that Brad had so thoughtfully left on the bed for me to use, slathered up my cock and slid easily into young Bruce's well-trained, warm buttery bowels. The kid didn't even grunt.
Having shot two loads earlier, one in Chad's mouth and one in Jeremy's, I settled in for a long leisurely screw. The sounds of tree frogs and buzzing Cicadas filled the summer night air. Those sounds were supplemented by the soft murmurings of boys getting butt fucked, as well as the soft sighs of pleasure from their slowly rutting sodomizers.
I'd like to report that I awoke the next morning with my cock still up Bruce's butt, but that didn't happen. Once I shot my last load for the night up the kid's butt, I slithered out, rolled over and faded away.
We hadn't brought along a whole lot of extra clothes, just the cut offs that we wore on the drive over, cutoffs that we got wet swimming in the lake that afternoon and left on a clothes line to dry out and a change of clothes that we had carelessly left scattered about the campsite. We had swim suits too, but they were still in the car. We each had to scamper from the camper nude into the bright sunlight, find our shorts and pull them on. Fred and Jeremy's clothes had been left behind too, but they had other clothes squirreled away in their tent.
I cranked up the Coleman stove, made a pot of camp coffee and began frying bacon. Soon Fred and Jeremy made their way over. Fred was very appreciate of a cup of coffee, even though he did find it strong enough to curl his hair, if he had any. Anyway, with a pound of bacon cooked, I scrambled a dozen eggs and we all had a morning feast.
I took the boys fishing, all three of them, while Brad and Fred cleaned up morning dishes. It was a bit crowded and I let Jeremy use my spinning reel. Thankfully he didn't lose it overboard. The boys did pretty good too, and caught enough keepers that we could have fish for dinner that night.
Returning to camp two hours later, we found it apparently deserted. It wasn't. I found Brad and Fred inside the camper; Brad sitting naked on a bed and Fred, equally naked, on his knees sucking Brad's dick. I dropped my shorts, then nudged Fred's bare butt with my bare foot. He looked over his shoulder and saw me, spun about and went down on me. Meanwhile, the boys kept opening the door and looking in on us. That was all fine and good, but they wanted to go swimming, so we knocked it off for the time being.
Dressed in our swimsuits, we went the short distance down to where I had pulled in my boat. It was a perfect swimming spot, with a gently sloping sandy bottom, and no hidden snags. We had a great time. Hell, we could've gone in the nude, but it wasn't worth the risk.
After lunch, we took the boys on a hike. I warned them about wearing flip flops, but they just wouldn't listen. Sure enough, Jeremy had a blowout and had to finish the hike barefoot. Meanwhile, Chad stubbed his big toe and cut it. I took his t-shirt and ripped a bandage from it. He was more upset about the ruined t-shirt than the injury, as it was his favorite t-shirt. Too bad!
Back at our campsite it was back in the water to cool off. I then took the boys in the boat out to a small island near the other, uninhabited, side of the lake. The boys, quite naturally, found this to be the coolest place ever! To hear them talk, you'd think no one had ever set foot on that island before. After exploring every square inch of the half acre wooded island, I asked if anyone wanted to beat off. Brad and Chad were eager to get naked and flog the monkey out in the open. Jeremy was a little reluctant at first, but he too joined in. None of the boys had matured enough to ejaculate, but they all enjoyed cumming dry.
"How about you, Dad?" Chad asked when they had all sated themselves. So I did. I dropped my shorts like the boys had and nude, gave the old pecker a good whack. Bruce and Chad had seen it all before, but I think that was the first time Jeremy ever saw a man jack off and saw firsthand the results of that jack off. Oh, he had tasted the results the night before, but actually see a man's cock spouting?
I told him that if he wanted to see my balls jiggling, he needed to lie down flat on the ground. He did and I straddled him, giving him a good view from that angle. When the moment came I stepped back a little bit and let loose on him, splattering him in the face, and on the neck and chest. He looked genuinely surprised. Chad and Bruce thought that was hilarious and soon had Jeremy laughing about it too. I had the boys put on their shorts, but wouldn't allow Jeremy to rinse my cum off of him.
Back at camp, Fred looked at him and then at me. "Have fun?" he asked his boy. Jeremy nodded vigorously grinning.
While we were gone, Brad and Fred had taken it upon themselves to cook dinner. They threw some corn and potatoes wrapped in foil into the embers of the fire Fred made. Brad meanwhile had the fish battered and ready to pan fry. It was a great meal!
After supper, we took the boys, one by one, to the bathhouse for a shower. I offered Fred my son and they left. They were a long time coming back. As it just wouldn't be fair to make Brad take his own son to shower with, he took Jeremy and later on I took Bruce. Fucking Bruce was, by that time, old hat to me, not that didn't enjoy sinking my cock into his ass, but we didn't do much, just a little mutual rub-a-dub-dub. Brad got a BJ from Jeremy and Fred sampled my son's ass. By the time I got back from showering with Bruce, it was dark. Someone suggested that we take a moonlight swim with boys and so we did. Unlike during the day, we all went naked.
The trouble with having a full day of outdoor fun after messing around for hours the night before was that by the time we were done swimming, we were all done for the night. Fred took Jeremy back to their camp and Brad and I took our boys to bed, only there wasn't any hanky-panky that night, or at least none that I was aware of, as I conked out almost as soon as I hit the sack.
Fred and Jeremy didn't hang out for long the next morning, as Fred needed to get Jeremy home in time to visit his convalescing mother. I let Chad and Bruce putt-putt around in the boat, so long as they stayed within sight of our campsite. They thought that that was the most fun ever. While the boys were gone, Brad and I packed up and we were was ready to go by noon. All I needed to do was for Chad and me to motor the boat over to the landing and take the boat out of the water. A simple thing... unless you run out of gas.
In "Of Men and Boys III" - Tommy lived across the street and was Chad's inseparable best friend long before Brad came into the picture...
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