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Subject: Family Camping Trip, Part 3 Title: Family Camping Trip Installment: 3 Category: Gay, Camping, Incest, Adult Youth This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. If you like what you’re reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know – I love feedback! If you like my writing, you can also check out my other series “Exploring at Camp Hardwood,” “The Nude Neighbors,” and “Middle School Swim Team.” As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at fty to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. Family Camping Trip, Chapter 3 When James woke up the next morning, it took him a second to realize he hadn’t dreamt last night. After he shook the cobwebs of sleep out of his brain, it came back all too clearly – in only their second night of sharing a tent together, he’d taught his cousin Charlie about masturbation and cum, about handjobs and blowjobs, and everything they talked about, they tried. If he licked his lips, he could almost still taste the salty-sweet cum Charlie had accidentally squirted into his mouth. Thinking about it didn’t make his 14-year-old morning wood any less stiff. He looked down and could see a distinctive tent in his sleeping bag where his hard cock was poking upward, curving toward his belly button like it did every morning. He glance over at his 12-year-old cousin sleeping only inches away, and saw that, although the skinny blond boy was still deep asleep, he had a clear tent in his sleeping bag as well. Charlie shifted in his sleeping bag, trying to get back to sleep for a few more minutes, but his full bladder got the best of him. He scrambled out of the tent to find the campsite deserted and quiet, his brother and dad still asleep in the tent nearby. It was early – maybe 6am – and the morning air was warm but breezy. The only thing James could hear was the rustling leaves and chirping birds. James looked around, and the ledge overlooking the watering hole caught his eye. Like every man and boy, he couldn’t resist the fun of peeing off the side of a high height, whether a cliff, a bridge, or a porch. There was something deeply satisfying about marking your dominance over the natural world with a long, trickling stream of piss falling toward the ground below. The ledge didn’t quite directly overlook the water, so he wasn’t able to extend his stream all the way to the crystal-blue abyss below, but with the help of his morning wood, he did manage to arc a golden stream that glistened in the sunlight 5, 10, maybe 15 feet out over the trees below. As James shook the last few drops of piss from his foreskin, something down below caught his eye. Someone was sunbathing down by the swimming area fully nude. James couldn’t make out details clearly from this far away, but he’d recognize the long blond hair anywhere: it was Ranger Rob. James gasped quietly, wondering if Rob had seen his piss display from down below. It didn’t seem likely… but then again, there was no harm done if he had. James was pretty sure Rob was the mysterious stranger who’d sucked his cock through the gloryhole two days before… and besides, there was something thrilling about being watched out in the wild. He peered down at Rob’s tan, muscley body, seeming to glow golden in the morning sun. He couldn’t quite tell from so far away, but it seemed like his cock may have been aroused. It was also difficult to judge because, well, Ranger Rob’s cock was huge even soft! James stood, transfixed, watching the young man stretch his body out in the sun, his fading morning wood returning with a rush of blood. After what seemed like hours – or was it seconds – he sat up and grabbed the clothes next to him, then stood up and walked up the beach, disappearing out of sight. James snapped himself out of his teenage-hormone trance, reorienting himself to the world around him. He glanced around guiltily, nervous all of a sudden that someone caught him spying. But the campsite was just as quiet as before. James looked down at his bulging boxer briefs, where his cock strained against the cotton fabric and a spot of precum had emerged near his waistband. He thought about disappearing into the woods to blow a quick load and relieve some of the tension… but then a different idea popped into his head. He hadn’t seen where Ranger istanbul travesti Rob had gone, but maybe after his morning swim he liked to cool off with a shower in the bathhouse. And maybe after his shower, he revisited the gloryhole where James had found him the other day. And maybe, if James got his timing just right, he could get another incredible blowjob from the handsome park employee. He hurried back to the tent and gingerly, trying not to wake Charlie, pulled out a pair of gym shorts to put on over his underwear. Then, with his heart pounding in his chest, he half-walked, half-ran the familiar path to the old camp bathhouse. His head spun with a mix of nerves and anticipation, the adrenaline of engaging in bad behavior coursing through his veins. When he walked in the bathhouse, however, it was totally empty. James walked over to the shower area, peering around the corner of the communal space even though there really wasn’t anywhere to hide in the run-down wooden building. He paced back over to the bathroom area, which was just as deserted, and stared intently at the row of three stalls, as if his horny determination could make someone appear out of thin air. But nothing. ‘Well,’ he thought to himself, ‘if I’m here anyway, I might as well take care of business.’ James walked into the stall at the end of the row, the opposite half of the gloryhole setup from what he’d experienced before, and took a seat on the cold porcelain. He lowered his shorts and underwear to his ankles and out flopped his teenage cock, still half-hard from all the excitement. James closed his eyes, tried to recall the sight of the park ranger and his big, meaty cock lying naked in the sand, and with only a few strokes, he was hard again and pleasuring himself with the trademark speed and passion that every middle school boy knew well. Being 14, it didn’t take him more than a minute or so to feel the tightening in his pelvis that signaled orgasm was near. But all of a sudden, the sound of footsteps at the bathhouse entrance caused him to freeze in his tracks. James froze, instinctively holding his breath. Being in a bathroom stall at 7am was hardly unusual behavior, but if the stranger had heard the telltale rhythmic slapping of skin on skin and got angry at him… The footsteps paused, then came closer. They stopped just outside the bathroom stalls, and James could just make out a pair of flip-flop clad feet standing facing his direction a few feet away. Then the feet moved, and the stranger entered the stall next to his. James was frozen, his mind racing. If the stranger was just using the bathroom, why would he take the middle stall when the farther away one was unoccupied? Did this stranger know about the gloryhole? Did he not, and would he be mad if he sat down to do his business and found a portal to his neighbor next to his face? Should he leave? What should he do? The stall door closed and locked. James could see the feet of his neighbor next to him, and then he saw a pair of shorts hit the ground. But the feet were standing sideways, not angled toward the toilet as it would be if he were pissing, or angled away if he were taking a seat. Maybe Ranger Rob had seen James enter the bathhouse from far away and decided to follow him in? James’s erection, which had disappeared in the fear of the initial confrontation, came rushing back. He stared intently at the hole, waiting for the telltale tap of fingers to invite his cock through, but nothing happened. After what seemed like an eternity, but was really only seconds, the opposite happened. Instead of a finger sliding into the opening, a full, throbbing penis was thrust through to James’s side, meaty and aggressive and pulsing with excitement. It was large and thick, maybe 7 inches or more, but after a moment of initial surprise, James realized this wasn’t Ranger Rob – this cock had foreskin, and Rob was circumcised. Still, it was a beautiful specimen of manhood, tan and heavy with a slight upward curve and a hefty set of smooth-shaven balls. James was torn – he had wanted to be the one receiving the blowjob, not performing it, but instinctively, his mouth started to water and he leaned forward, almost without realizing. Maybe if he quickly made the stranger cum, he would return the favor…. James reached out, and after one last hesitation, grabbed the shaft kadıköy travesti by the base to steady it. He flicked out his tongue and gingerly licked the red, glistening tip, causing the man on the other side of the wall to shudder audibly. Then he wrapped his lips around the head and began to suck, first only really focusing on the cockhead, then working his way farther and farther down the shaft with each bob of his head, stroking the length of shaft he couldn’t reach with his mouth. This cock was longer and far thicker than Charlie’s, and he could barely get more than 2/3 of the way down. The stranger sighed with pleasure, and then the sighs turned into low moans and grunts. Sensing he was doing a good job, James picked up his rhythm and the moans got louder. He could feel the cock stiffening and swelling as he worked, approaching the inevitable climax. The stranger was pressed up against the stall breathing heavily, and then he moaned under his breath, “Oh… fuck yeah…” James froze. That voice was familiar. All too familiar, in fact. He pulled backwards, releasing the wet cock from his lips. “…Brad?” There was a gasp on the other side of the wall. “James?!?” Brad’s voice cried out with surprise. The mystery cock belonged to his older brother. There was dead silence and neither boy moved. Then Brad’s cock disappeared back into his stall and his brother’s feet began to move. Then, a knock on James’s stall door. Sheepishly, James unlocked his stall and the door slowly swung open. The two brothers stared at each other in shocked disbelief. James was still on his knees, shorts and underwear around his ankles, his teen cock still hard from the act of sucking his big brother’s cock. Brad was standing outside the door with a clear throbbing bulge in his shorts – receiving a blowjob to 90% completion clearly had him riled up no matter what was happening. Neither boy moved, and James was bright red with embarrassment. Then Brad silently extended a hand and helped James up on his feet. James pulled up his shorts and the 17-year-old walked over to the wooden benches near the showers and sat down, looking confused. James followed him over. “So… uh… that was weird,” Brad said, finally breaking the silence. “Yeah.” James couldn’t think of anything else to say and stared at the ground. Then Brad broke out into a grin. “Where’d you get so good at that, big guy?” James looked up, confused. His brother wasn’t angry or embarrassed; he was smiling, even starting to laugh. James chuckled nervously in response, not sure what to say. “I mean… just instinct, I guess.” “Well, you got a talented mouth,” Brad chuckled, ruffling his brother’s hair. “That was one of the best I’ve ever received.” James relaxed a little bit, but he was still tense and confused. Brad noticed his brother’s body language and softened his expression a bit. “It’s okay, dude,” he said, “We’re all guys here and we all get horny. Sometimes we gotta help each other out. Heck, I’m pretty sure every guy that’s ever been to this camp has busted a nut with a friend here – that’s practically the main reason it’s all guys.” James looked over at his brother, startled. He’d never put together that the sex-segregation of this particular campsite allowed men and boys to enjoy each other’s company without fear of being caught, but it all started to make sense. The permanent gloryhole. The nude swimming. The hot park ranger. This place was practically a paradise of male pleasure, and he’d only just noticed. “The only problem,” Brad continued, “is that if I don’t get off now, I’m gonna have the worst blue balls of my life for the rest of the day. And I bet you will too. So do you wanna… finish each other off?” He looked at his younger brother casually, as if he’d just asked him to go fishing. James’s eyes widened and his cock twitched. He nodded silently. “Great,” Brad said, and stood up. When he was standing, it was clear that throughout their whole conversation, his cock had stayed just as hard as before. He dropped his trousers to the floor in the middle of the bathhouse, which took James by surprise. You couldn’t quite see them from outside at this angle, but anyone taking more than a few steps into the entrance could see everything. “Should we…?” James jerked his head toward the bathroom stalls. Brad shrugged. “Dude, I’m so close, this bakırköy travesti is gonna take two seconds.” He gently but firmly placed his hand on the back of his brother’s head and guided him closer. James glanced around nervously, but the sight of the beautiful throbbing cock inches away quickly became the only thing he could focus on. He leaned forward on the bench, then slowly sank down to the floor to get on his knees again, and this time he grabbed onto his brother’s hips to steady himself and really went to town. With an enthusiasm that James didn’t know he had, he began to slobber and bob with with speed and strength; something deep down inside him had been awakened and his only desire in the world was his brother’s cock. Brad’s moans returned, louder and deeper this time, and he grabbed a handful of James’s hair. His hips twitched and bucked as orgasm approached, and then with a huge grunt, James could feel the 7-inch meat pulse and twitch in his mouth and then the now-familiar taste of salty-sweet seed filled his throat. He guzzled down his brother’s spunk like a man dying of thirst, and not a single drop spilled out of his lips. The early-morning horniness had James in a trancelike state – he didn’t even seem to act consciously, operating on pure instinct, tapping into an inner slut he didn’t know was there. After the last few spurts of cum disappeared down James’s throat, Brad sighed and slumped over. “Damn, little bro, that was incredible,” he said, almost panting as if he’d just been running. Then he straightened back up and pulled James up off the ground by his arm. “Your turn, big guy,” he said, and pulled down his brother’s shorts. James’s underwear was a mess – soaked through with precum in multiple spots, it almost looked like he’d already cum. Brad couldn’t help but chuckle a little under his breath when he saw it, and James blushed. Then Brad pulled his underwear down as well, and out popped James’s rock-hard cock. “Damn bro, you really are doing well for yourself,” Brad said approvingly, closely inspecting the 6 1/2-inch cock of his younger brother. “You’re probably not done growing yet either.” James smiled a little, proud to be able to impress his big brother, especially considering how hung he was. Brad grabbed James’s bare ass cheeks, his large hands nearly covering each one, and slowly inserted the younger boy’s cock into his mouth, first caressing the head with his lips, then opening his mouth wider and wider until James could feel his nose tickling his pubes. He pulled back, then went all the way back down again, slowly, and held the whole cock in his mouth with no problem. Brad began to bob his head, and James closed his eyes to relax and enjoy the experience. He went up and down, up and down, three, four, five times, when suddenly– “Oh shit!” James exclaimed. It couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds and he had crossed over to the point of no return. The sudden explosiveness of his orgasm caught Brad by surprise, and although he tried to keep James’s cock in his mouth, it popped out, spraying cum on Brad’s chin, shoulder, and the floor. James bucked and weaved with the powerful sensation, causing more drops of cum to fly all over the place, and before he knew it, it was over. Brad looked surprised by his brother’s quick eruption, then he chuckled. “We’ve all been there, bro,” he said, laughing. “You get too excited for too long and that’s what happens.” James sheepishly chuckled as well. “Sorry about the mess,” he said, reaching out to wipe the cum off his brother’s shoulder. “There you are,” a voice behind them startled both boys, and they jumped up. It was Ranger Rob standing in the doorway, shirtless and wearing his trademark pair of small tan shorts, grinning wickedly. He didn’t seem angry or surprised by what he’d just stumbled into; in fact, there looked to be a sizeable bulge in his shorts. “Your dad was wondering where you two got off to so early,” Rob said, still half-smiling. “You might wanna get cleaned up and head back before he comes looking for you.” Brad blushed and looked down at the flecks of silvery-white cum on his torso. James was still pantsless, his shorts and underwear around his ankles, and as he looked down, a long, stringy drip of cum fell from his half-hard cock to the floor. The two boys looked at each other, then at Rob, and giggled. “You got it, Ranger Rob,” Brad said mock-seriously. “Sorry we worried you – when nature calls, you gotta answer.” Rob chuckled. “I know that call all too well,” he responded. “Been there; done that. You boys get decent and I’ll see you later this morning.” [end of chapter 3]

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