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All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of 18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are offended by the idea of teenage boys engaging in sexual acts with each other.
Gaining Silver - Chapter 5
I can only describe my dreams as being intense. With Oliver forbidding me from shooting my load for the second time last night, I was so unbelievably horny and frustrated that every single little thought - fleeting or otherwise - was filled with sexual sparks and dirty ideas. In one of my dreams, Oliver had discovered what I'd done and demanded that I suck his cock and then used it to fuck me with. In another, I'd been braver and slid my twink cock into Oliver's tiny hole and fucked him until he woke moaning and groaning. I kept waking during the night and, as you can imagine, the combination of having this cute boy cuddled up with me and the continuous dirty dreams meant that I was as hard as rock every single time I woke. The cuddling also meant that I couldn't actually do anything about my rock-hard cock either: one of my arms was wrapped around Oliver's back and the other hand was being held by him.
One of those times, around 5am, I was so horny that I was tempted to wake Oliver and try to get him to get me off but I realised that much that would have been pushing it. Given that he'd been the one to insist that I not spunk for a second time and that I'd kind of... messed around with him without his permission, I thought better than to try to wake a sleeping teenage boy at such an early hour. I just had to put up with having a throbbing cock that I couldn't do anything about. Despite the level of horniness I was experiencing, I still managed to fall back to sleep and didn't wake again until a more reasonable time.
When I opened my eyes, light had flooded the tent but the first thing I noticed was that the weight of Oliver's arm and leg was no longer on my body. I felt this odd sensation, almost like I missed feeling him there next to and on top of me but that couldn't really have made any sense given that I'd never slept cuddled up with anyone before.
Sitting up, I noticed that the tent was empty - well of people anyway. All of our stuff was actually in a huge mess: open sleeping bags, discarded underwear and clothes and a mixture of different odds and ends littered the floor. You could definitely tell that this was a teenage boy group on the expedition. Even after one night, the tent was beginning to smell a little too; you know, that mixture of boy sweat mixed with the slight hint of spunk from what Oliver and I had done last night. Whilst I'm sure most people would react badly to it, I actually quite liked the scent and it wasn't doing anything to help my dick go down.
I could see Oliver's boxers from last night and it didn't take long for me to decide to start sniffing them again. Fucking hell, that boy has such a sexy little scent. It wasn't as strong as when they were fresh off his body last night but it was still really nice. I put them down and looked around the room. Now, I don't know what drew me to these but I could see a pair of worn white socks at the end of David's sleeping bag. They majority of the material was a brilliant white but, on the soles, it was starting to get dirtier and worn in a couple of places. Without thinking, I got up onto my knees, my naked body now exposed, and reached over for them.
Oh my fucking goodness. The scent of David's sweaty socks in my face sent bolts of electricity straight to my dick and it began to throb without me even touching it. I don't know if it was just because it was a different guy, or just the sweatiness of the scent or whether I actually did have a little thing for feet but it was turning me on in a major way.
Just as I was getting really into it, I heard the boys outside and approaching footsteps. I threw down David's sweaty white socks just in time as the zip to the tent was undone. I reached over to my own bag; pretending as if I'd been pulling out my own clothes to dress. Seconds later, David's head peaked through the cloth and saw me there, in the tent, naked and on my knees. For a moment, he seemed to freeze. Our eyes locked and he almost looked as if he'd forgotten why he had come back into the tent at all. Then his eyes darted down to my leaking cock sticking out in front of me. I knew that I must have been blushing pretty badly. He, however, just did a little laugh and smiled as he told me that breakfast was ready before disappearing back through the gap in the tent. He'd looked at me very strangely and my mind began to wonder whether Oliver had told him what we'd done or, fuck, whether he'd woken and seen the pair of us cuddled up together. Then I had a sudden realisation: what if Luke had seen me and Oliver cuddled up together?
My heart began to pound in my chest and the edges of my vision shook. I don't know why the thought of Luke knowing that I was gay panicked me so much, especially given how well he'd reacted to Oliver, but it did. I guess that, while Luke was unaware, I could pretend that there could be something that would happen between us and, if he knew, that fantasy would all fade away. To be honest, as I started to calm down, I thought that that was really a stupid way to think. Sure, I'd lusted after Luke for years - loved him even - but here I was now with a beautiful boy who was actually gay and seemed interested in me at least. Maybe I needed to push Luke out of my mind and see how things went with Oliver. God, this is all so complicated!
Deciding just to push everything to the back of my mind, I dressed and headed out of the tent to meet the other boys. They were all crowded around a couple of little camping stoves on which they were cooking the morning's meal. Oliver greeted me warmly with a cheery smile on his cute little face. Luke, busy concentrating on the food, barely registered my presence but I was pretty sure that was just because all of his focus was going on not burning the breakfast packs. After all, if we lost or burnt the food then we were stuck. It's not like we could just nip into the local shop and pick up something else. We were in the middle of nowhere and, even if there was a shop or cafe near us, we'd fail if we did that anyway.
Once the meal was prepared, Oliver brought me mine and came and sat next to me. Our legs were touching, not in a way that would cause anyone to suspect anything but the pressure of his body against mine, and the heat coming from him, was enough to remind me of last night's adventures and cause me to harden in my trackies. It got worse when he jokingly started to play with his breakfast sausage before eating it, causing me to laugh out loud as he teased the end of the meat with his tongue. We both broke into fits of laughter as the other two boys stared at us.
"The fire is low. I'm going to go gather some more wood," Luke suddenly announced as he rose to his feet, half of his breakfast left uneaten.
"I'll go with you," I jumped up from my seat on the ground.
"No," he said, "It's fine."
"I don't mind, you've cooked after all," I said, starting to walk over to him.
"Seriously," he said, not looking at me, "It's fine." With that, he walked away into the woods.
I stood there for a moment, unsure as to what had just happened. Luke and I had had small arguments before (usually only small because I'd give in the moment I realised that he was unhappy) and the feeling was very similar. He was acting as if I'd done something to piss him off.
As he disappeared off into the woods, I tried to work out what I'd done but I didn't have long to think about it. Two hands took hold of my hips and I felt hot breath on my neck. Within seconds, a pair of lips began to kiss my skin there and I started to moan out.
"Oliver..." I began, "We can't now... just..."
I didn't finish my sentence before I heard Oliver's giggle coming from a few metres away. But that was impossible when the lips were still on my neck... unless... David! The hands moved from my hips and wrapped around my body, pulling me back against a frame that was definitely not Oliver's.
"Well it's a good job I'm not Oliver then isn't it?" David whispered into my ear as he started to nipple on my earlobe. I couldn't help but let out a long moan and I involuntarily pushed back against him. His left hand moved onto my abs and I could feel him pulling me back towards him.
Oliver suddenly appeared in front of me; a huge grin plastered all over his cute little face.
"You look like you're enjoying that," he said to me as he moved closer.
Our lips met in a frenzied kiss: the horniness from throughout the night now taking over. I moaned into his mouth as his soft rosy red lips pressed against my own, opening slightly to allow me to rub my own against them. David continued to nibble and lick my ear for a few moments more before moving back down to my neck as Oliver began to push his tongue against my lips.
This was intense. Only 24 hours ago, I'd done nothing with anyone and had no potential prospects to do anything with anyone. Now, I was being kissed by two very sexy lads after having spent the night cuddled up with one of them following our sexual play together.
Parting my lips, I let Oliver's tongue inside and reached out to touch it with my own. The feeling was electric and was only enhanced by the sensation of David's hands sliding up my t-shirt and onto my chest and abs. Oliver pulled back and it must have been obvious that I wanted more because he turned my head to the side to let David bring his lips to mine.
Oliver was quite a gentle kisser - he probed and tested but was ultimately quite relaxed. David was not. Immediately, he started to aggressively force his tongue into my mouth, sliding it against my own. To be honest, it didn't turn me off and I really liked both of their kissing styles.
When my lips were finally my own, I could just about get out the only question on my mind: "Wha...?" Ok, so I couldn't even get the full sentence out but can you blame me? I've just been passionately kissed by two gorgeous boys and one was still feeling up my body at this point. They both started to laugh.
"I'm bi," David told me, "I mostly date girls but every now and then a sexy lad like you comes along and, hell, I'm only human."
"We've messed around a few times," Oliver explained.
"Oh, ok... I guess Oliver told you about..."
"Nope," David stopped me, "But it wasn't hard to guess. The pair of you were wrapped up in each other this morning and, when I woke up, all you were doing was moaning Oliver's name in your sleep. At that, I turned a deep shade of red.
"Aww, you're so cute," Oliver exclaimed as he came in closer to me again, "Cute and so so sexy." His lips returned to mine and his hand went straight for the obvious tent I was making in my trackies. I moaned into his mouth and it only increased when I felt David's lips return to my neck and him start to grind into my bum. It was evident that he was hard and, from what I could feel, he was very big.
I lost my trackies. I'm not quite sure how but, one minute, Oliver was tugging on the waistband and the next they were off completely. His delicate hands exploring my shaft; he began to slide the skin up and down as I continued to moan into his mouth. Feeling the fresh air blowing on my exposed dick was so hot and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was spunking in his hands especially with not being allowed to cum last night. I didn't want that to happen so I pushed Oliver away slightly.
"Mine shouldn't be the only cock out," I declared, "It's not fair."
"Too right!" David said and it took mere seconds for him to pull out the huge throbbing twink dick I'd felt against my bum only moments ago. He had a thick bush and a very good-sized uncut cock sticking out from two quite low hanging balls. I didn't wait for an invitation and my hand shot straight out to it. It was heavy and thick in my hand as I started to work the skin. He moaned out and it wasn't long before Oliver had joined us.
I was wanking David; his hands were on Oliver and Oliver was working my cock like an absolute pro. The three of us were all moaning out and using our spare hand to steady ourselves against each other because the sensations we were feeling were turning each of our legs to jelly.
David was the first to go, probably because of the fact that Oliver and I had both got off recently and he sprayed his spunk all over both Oliver and I. Ropes of his teen cum landed on my dick and Oliver's hand and Oliver just used it to wank me faster and faster. Oliver shot his load next, adding more to my cock and the heat of his spunk was more than enough to send me right over the edge.
"Oh fuck yes!" I cried out as I shot out the huge load my balls had been building since last night. Rope after rope flew out and landed on the other lads' hands, the floor and some even hit the front of my black trackies.
As my orgasm started to fade and I was recovering my breath, I heard a shout from behind us.
"Oh you are fucking kidding me!"
As I spun around, I saw Luke throw the sticks he'd collected onto the floor and run off into the forest. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly pull up my trackies and followed him.
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