Screeve - Queer Writing For A Queer World

The Camping Trip

Part Four (Final Part)

by Nathan Jones

The next morning we woke with the sun blazing through the orange fabric of the tent. The heat was intense, even so early in the morning, and we had both kicked off the sleeping bag and where lying naked, stretched out, legs overlapping. I turned to look at Grant. He was still asleep, snoring softly. His cute upturned nose and full lips looked so kissable. I propped myself up on one elbow to look at the rest his body. His light frame made him look so young, but in reality he was a couple of months older than me. My eyes were drawn to his cock. He was obviously dreaming, or maybe remembering, because the shiny head of his stiff rod was throbbing, pushing back his foreskin as it gently bobbed, hovering millimetres above his flat hairless stomach.

I slid down towards it, trying to be as quiet as possible, but the nylon sleeping back rustled loudly. Eventually my head drew level with his stiff shaft and I stared at it fascinated. I had never really seen another guys cock, especially a hard one, so up-close. I looked at the shiny head, the smooth shaft with the soft blue veins throbbed again, expanding and straining. By now my own breath came in gasps. I moved my face closer to his stiff shaft, unable to resist, drawn like a paper clip to a strong magnet. I hesitated millimetres away from his rod. His cock danced in front of my eyes and I gently placed my lips halfway up it, feeling the hot silky smoothness. I poked the tip of my tongue between my lips and slid it gently towards the tip. I heard his breathing catch slightly, but he still seemed to be asleep.

My own cock felt like it was vibrating, as the blood surged through it and every nerve tingled. I couldn’t resist taking hold of it and working my hand over it, stroking hard and fast, pulling the foreskin all the way back and feeling my balls bounce against my legs. I opened my mouth gasping as a wave of pleasure passed through my groin and I had to stop, afraid I would cum. By now I had the tip of my tongue at the base of his glans and as I opened my mouth to gasp I dropped my head taking his into my mouth.

His breathing stopped briefly and then continued, now more rapid and shallow. I began to work my tongue over the smooth surface, at the same time pushing back his foreskin completely with my lips. He moved slightly and I stopped, frozen, holding my breath. His hips lifted, just half an inch, pushing his searing bar of flesh almost imperceptibly into my mouth. I began to bob my head taking him deeper and deeper. I reached out with my hand and cupped his balls, at the same time pressing a finger between his cheeks.

I was now sure that he was just pretending to be asleep as I began to detect very slight thrusting movements in perfect time with my own bobbing motion. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I took him. He grunted slightly and I heard a whisper.

“I’m going to cum!”

I worked my mouth over his shaft,catching hold of my own again and stroking it hard and fast.

“I’m going to cum!” he said again, this time more loudly, but still he lay there ,almost motionless with his eyes closed.

I wanted him to cum! I wanted to taste his juices and feel his cock convulse in my mouth. Suddenly a hot jet of fluid hit the back of my throat as he began to spurt, at the same time he made restrained gasps. I swallowed, determined to take ever drop. Another jet seemed to almost fill my mouth. With his enormous cock taking up all the space it was hard to fit anything else in! I tried to swallow but he seemed to be pumping gallons and I couldn’t keep up, causing some of it to spill from my lips.

I had been so occupied with his cock that I was almost caught by surprise when my own cock began to pulse. I lifted off him and threw myself onto my back as a huge ark of cum splashed over my stomach and chest. I swallowed the last of his cum and opened my mouth gulping in air as my own soaked my body.

When I was finally spent I glanced over at him. He lay in the same position, his cock now going soft, with his eyes still closed but with a cheeky grin on his face.

I got up to clean myself. When I'd finished I tidied up the camp a little and by the time he came out of the tent it was as if nothing had happened. We had breakfast, both knowing what the other was thinking about but saying nothing.

The day turned out to be one of those sultry summer days with hardly any wind, a clear blue sky and a hot dryness. By late afternoon I was beginning to think that the stranger wasn't going to turn up, but I was wrong. As the sun hung low in the sky and the shadows lengthened we heard a rustling in the bushes. Grant shot me a wide eyed look and we both dashed to sit near the glowing embers of our small fire, trying to look as casual as possible and failing miserably. We looked into each others faces as the stranger appeared from between two large bushes. He stopped, obviously surprised. We looked over at him and grinned.

He grinned back and said ‘Hello!’.

“We decided to stay and thank you for the food.” I lied.

“Oh! That’s nice of you!” he answered, “but there was really no need!”

“We wanted to!” said Grant. “Do you want a cup of coffee?”

The coffee was instant and not very good but he said yes and Grant began to busy himself making it. The guy sat on his haunches at the other side of the fire.

“Bit hot for this isn’t it?” he said, nodding at the fire.

“A bit.” I replied, “but we don’t have a gas cooker, so it’s this or eat everything cold, and I like everything hot” I continued.

“Everything?” he asked with a wry smile.

“Everything!” I managed to answer, despite my blushes.

As we talked I couldn’t resist glancing at his middle to see if I could detect an erection or see the outline of his cock. At first I couldn’t see anything but when Grant passed him his coffee he sat back on the ground and stretched out his legs a little, and there is was! The unmistakable outline of his shaft, lying down one leg of his combat-style trousers. I glanced at Grant just in time to see his eyes widen as he too took in the same sight.

“So, what have you two handsome guys been up to?” Asked the stranger.

His use of the word ‘handsome’ was unusual, but it was clue as to what was on his mind. We looked at each other and grinned, blushing even deeper as we both remembered what we had been doing.

“What?…” he asked “Come on give…. what’s the big secret?”

“Nothing!” I answered quickly. ”You wouldn’t be interested.”

“You would probably be surprised!…. or maybe not!” he said, with a curious look on his face. "Anyway, my name's Roger but as that causes too many jokes I usually go by the name of Jim. You know, Roger as in fuck, Roger the cabin boy, Jim the cabin boy."

Grant and I looked at each other puzzled, not knowing what the hell he was talking about.

"Must be a generation thing. Anyway, what are you two called?" he asked.

We introduced ourselves and sat watching the fire for a while.

“Boy, it’s hot here!” Jim said, breaking the silence.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing the most perfect body I had ever seen. Without saying a word, Grant took off his shirt as well and looked over at me, widening his eyes and lifting his head as if to say ‘come on! play the game!”

I lifted my arms and pulled off my t-shirt. Jim looked at Grant and then at me before saying, “Nice!” in a quiet but audible voice.

After seeing his body we both felt flattered and shuffled around self consciously. I looked again at the outline of his cock and noticed that it seemed to have grown longer, reaching even farther down the leg of his trousers. We sipped the coffee that Grant had made in silence for a few minutes, feeling a bit awkward.

Finally Grant brought up the subject of science fiction films, which was one his favourite obsessions, and the conversation began to get more animated as we realised it was a subject that we all liked. We ran through our favourite films and scenes, relaxing more and more as the evening wore on. Eventually, it began to get dark and Jim said,

“Better be moving soon. Before it get’s too late.”

There was an pregnant pause. I could tell that Grant was getting anxious. He wanted to fulfil his fantasy and it was slipping away. It was then that he decided to do something brash. Throwing a mountain of wood onto the fire, he sent up a cloud of sparks. Jim and I looked away protecting our eyes and when we looked back Grant already had his trousers half way down. We both looked at him, slightly surprised and he stopped. We all looked at each other stupidly for a while not sure how to react.

“More comfortable.” Grant said, simply.

I didn’t question what he was doing because I was almost as keen as him. By now it was as if we all knew what we wanted but none of us was brave enough to admit it. Without saying anything more I leaned back and undid my belt. Grant had kicked off his trousers and went to the tent to grab one of the sleeping bags to sit on. I undid my buttons, looking over at Jim, who seemed to have forgotten about leaving. He watched my hands intently as I lifted myself and slid my trousers down.

“I can’t do that!” he said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because I’m not wearing underpants!” he replied.

“And!” grinned Grant, mischievously.

“And... well... maybe you don’t want to see me as I am just at this moment!” he answered.

I leaned back on my elbows and stretched out my legs. I was wearing a pear of baggy undershorts and my stiff cock tented them, making it obvious that I was hard. Grant stood up and his boner was plainly visible through the thin cotton of his white briefs. None of us said anything.

“Okay!” said the Jim, but if I’m going to be completely naked I think you two should be as well!”

“Okay!” we said in unison.

Jim stood up and slowly began to undo his trousers. As he did so Grant and I began to slide off our own underwear. The light of the fire danced over our bodies, warming and illuminating us at the same time. Now that he was stood up, Jim's cock was more visible and as he dropped his trousers it came into full view. It was massive and both I and Grant stared at it mesmerised.

“So…Look what you've both done!” he said, looking down at his cock.

We laughed but said nothing. We were too fascinated by the sight of a semi hard cock that was bigger than either of ours when they were fully hard! He sat down crossed legged, using his own trousers to sit on. His cock arched forward touching the floor in front of him. Neither I nor Grant had taken our eyes of it since he had dropped his trousers and I suddenly became aware that we were staring. I looked up at his face as he looked over at Grant, who was stood up, naked, with his cock pointing at the sky.

"So... Now what!" Jim asked.

"How about a game of 'Dare'." I suggested

This was one of my favourite games as a youngster, because it always ended up with sexual dares and had gotten me as close as I had ever been to touching another boys cock. I had a feeling that this would be the game of my life.

"Okay! Who goes first?" he asked.

"You can start." I replied.

"Okay, I dare Grant to stand in front of me and jerk that stiff pole of his for thirty seconds."

Grant moved around the fire, his cock bouncing as he walked. Standing in front of Jim he took hold of his shaft in his left hand and began to jerk-off slowly. Jim began to count, just as slowly. As he slid his hand up and down the full length of his shaft, Grant looked directly into Jim's eyes. Jim's eyes on the other hand were fixed on Grants hard cock. Suddenly Grant threw his head back and gasped. Only ten seconds to go but I was beginning to think he might not make it. Jim counted faster and as he reached 30 Grant pulled his hand from his cock as if it was white hot. He stood looking at it as it pulsed and bounced, holding his breath. We sat staring at it half expecting to see a streamer of white juice leap from the tip at any second.

Finally he let out a long gasp.

"Phew!.... That was close! he said.

"Your turn to dare me now." Jim said.

Grant stood thinking for a minute.

"Mmmmm. I know! I dare you to suck Nathan's cock for 30 seconds!"

He knew that by the rules, that if we fulfilled the dare, we both got to dare him in turn. Jim looked at me.

"Okay?" he asked.

In response I lay back, my boner flat on my stomach. Jim came over to me on his knees and knelt at my side, looking my body up and down. Slowly he went down on my cock and took it into his hot mouth. I took a deep breath in and then groaned as the soft warm wetness engulfed me. He played with the head, rolling his tongue over it. As he knelt there sucking me, I looked at his long rod. It was growing harder by the second. By the time Grant reached 30 it was pointing straight forward, fully hard. Not only was it long it was fat!

After taking a few seconds to come back down to earth, I said "Our turn!"

"Fire away!" Responded Grant.

"Okay, Grant, I dare you to let me stick a finger up your ass!"

Jim laughed, but Grant had no hesitation. He came over to me and turned around with his back to me. I stood up, my stiff shaft almost vertical. I put a hand on his upper back and pushed him gently, encouraging him to lean forward. As he did so I wet my fingers in my mouth. Looking down I could see his inviting hole. I placed my fingers against it and he closed his eyes, waiting expectantly. Jim moved to our side so that he could get a better view. Gently, I pushed, spitting a little more to add lubrication. Gradually, one finger, then two entered him. He let out a breath and I pushed deeper. Jim took hold of his own cock and began to jerk it as he watched us. Grant leaned further forward as I poked my fingers into him deep enough to feel his prostate. I pressed it firmly and a stream of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his shaft.

"ooohhhh!" he moaned.

After a few more seconds I stopped. This was good but I wanted to see what Jim would dare him to do. I had a feeling it would be even better.

When I pulled out my fingers Grant stood for a few seconds with his hands on his knees. When he stood up his face was flushed and his eyes glazed by a combination of the heat from the fire and his own internal desire.

"My turn!" Jim said.

"I dare you to sit on my cock!"

I wasn't really sure how I felt about this. I was torn between wanting to fuck Grant myself and wanting to sit on Jim's cock as well.

Jim seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry... You'll get your turn" he said.

Jim went over to the sleeping bag that Grant had been sitting on and lay full length. Grant followed him and when he was lying down stood astride him. He looked over at me. I was still stood in the same spot. Grant reached out his hand toward me, beckoning me. I walked over and stood by his side. He went down onto his knees and positioned himself over the enormous cock. By now we were all completely absorbed in what we were doing, drugged by the flood of our own hormones.

Grant spat on his own hand and rubbed it over Jim's cock.

"Wait!" Jim said. Looking at me he added "Look in my trouser pockets." I went over to his trouser and picked them up. Feeling in first one pocket then the other. What I found was a handful of sachets that had some sort of liquid inside them.

"Lube!" he said. "You never know when you might need it."

I took it over to him, not sure what to do with it. I handed it too him and he dropped a couple of the sachets on the floor at his side and taking one, opened a corner of it with his mouth. A slick milky liquid oosed out looking for all the world like cum. He squeezed some onto the tip of his cock and some more onto his finger tips. Reaching under Grant he lubed his hole. Grants eyes opened wide as Jims finger slid easily into him.

Shuffling forward he positioned himself again and began to lower his ass onto Jim's huge pole. His mouth was open wide and his eyes had a look of fascination mixed with fear. The head of Jim's cock pushed passed his spincter with an almost audible pop and Grant let out a loud groan.

"Arrrggghhh!" Jesus!

Slowly he lowered himself further and further, then leaned forward on all fours, hands at the side of Jim's shoulders.

"That's it! Take it! You know you want it!" Jim said quietly.

When Grant stopped moving Jim began to thrust gently with his hips. I moved around behind Grant to get a better view. What I saw was Jim's fat fuck pole sliding slowly in and out of Grants hole. Jim took hold of his cheeks and pulled them apart, at the same time thrusting even deeper.

By now Grant was breathing hard, the two of them absorbed in what they were doing. As I watched them I took hold of my aching shaft and began to work my hand up and down it. Jim ran his hands over Grants body feeling his chest and waist. Holding him by the hips and pushing into him.

"Come over here!" Gasped Jim. "Face Grant!"

Obediently I moved and stood astride Jim, my cock inches from Grants face. Grant gradually became aware of me and immediately reached out to take my cock. He pulled me towards him and I bent my knees enough for him to be able to take my boner into his mouth. He began to suck on it hungrily, his muffled groans vibrating against the head of my shaft.

After a few minutes of intense groans and sucking he took my cock out of his mouth.

"Two!" He gasped. "I want to try two."

I stood, not sure what he meant at first, but when Jim touched my leg with a hand containing another packet of lube I soon understood. I took the packet and opened it as he had. The liquid felt cold as I squeezed it onto my cock. As I smoothed it over the shaft and head I moved around behind Grant. I wasn't even sure if this was possible but it would be fun to find out.

I knelt behind Grant and emptied what remained of the lube onto my cock and over the part of Jim's that was still visible. The two of them stopped moving to allow me to position myself. I chose what I thought was the best spot and placed the head of my cock against the underside of Jim's. That alone would have been enough to make me cum normally but I was determined to hold on. I placed my hands on Grant's waist and began to push. At first I didn't make any progress.

"Relax!" Jim said. "You can do it."

Grant took deep breaths and tried to relax more. I began to push again and this time I began to make progress. I was afraid of hurting Grant but he didn't seem to be so concerned.

"Push!" he ordered.

To help me I took a finger and pushed that in first. It was tight but it went in. I worked it around for a while and then pushed in another. Grant groaned and gasped but continued to encourage me. Eventually I was ready to try again. Without taking my fingers fully out I pressed the tip of my cock against his hole again. It began to go in. I shuffled closer, positioning myself to be able to push harder.

"Auugghh!" Grant and I groaned together as suddenly the head of my cock slid past the barrier and entered him. Two! He had two cocks inside him!

"Slowly! Slowly!" He almost shouted.

Jim began to thrust upward gently as I pushed deeper and deeper. The feel of my cock rubbing against his and at the same time being inside Grant was amazing. As I pushed even deeper I felt my balls come into contact with Jim's

I could see that Jim had Grant's shaft in his hand and was working it feverishly. I knew he couldn't hold on for long and I didn't think Grant could either. I began to pump into him increasing my rhythm. Jim too began to push harder and our cocks rubbed against each other, the heads occasionally coming into contact.

To my surprise Jim was the first to say that he was about to cum. He suddenly pulled out of Grant leaving me alone inside him. The absense of Jims cock took Grant by surprise and his elbows gave way. He collapsed on top of Jim.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm going to cum!" he shouted.

As he fell forward I followed him. We now made a sandwich with Grant in the middle. My cock hadn't come out of him and now I began to hammer at his ass with it with all the strength I could, pounding him as I neared climax.

Suddenly I felt the warmth of Jim's cum as it sprayed over my ass.

"I'm cummin!" I groaned in a guttural tone that was thick with sex.

Aaarrrgghh yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder!"

I tried to pound him even deeper and faster as jets of my cum began to fill him and he let me know that he too was cumming

Oh Yeh! Oh jesus yeah! He cried.

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly kissing his neck as I emptied myself.

We lay unable to move for a couple of minutes. Finally I lifted myself up and pulled out of him. He lifted himself of Jim and the three of us began to clean ourselves off.

"Well! I suppose you'd better stay the night now!" I suggested.

"If you don't mind that's exactly what I'll do!" Jim replied. "I have a feeling we're not quite finished yet."