The Big Camping Tripp

By Lucky Slevens

Published on Jul 14, 2020

Gay

The Big Camping Tripp

** This story is fictional and in no way represents real people or places. This is a fantasy that depicts homosexual relationships between teen and adult men. Just to clarify, I do not endorse cross generational relationships where one side is underage in real life, again this is a fantasy. Thank you to everyone who reached out with praises, comments and critiques. This is the final part in this story and I'm so happy that you stuck with me for the first story I have ever shared and hopefully more to come. Also, please Donate to Nifty as, unlike me, they do not run on coffee and a filthy imagination. Thank you again. **

Part Final

Dreams billowing with semen, floating on electric orgasms, holes and cocks are abstracts of shapes rushing past. I could live in this space of endless satisfaction. It's warm embrace holding me to the infinite of space far far away from the confines of reality. Simply existing no longer hurt in this realm of my own desire. A hand job, riverside, woke me to a world of pleasure I became instantly addicted to. An amphetamine I would crave for the rest of time. But I knew I had to wake. I knew I had to face the reality of my fear and shame. My father. Though I was no longer afraid or ashamed. What me and Jr., and Oso, and Benny and D, and the rest did was magical in every way sex should be. The unabashed way the guys talked about sex every time they drank was noting compared to phantasmal force of my experience.

When I pulled myself from the euphoria of my deep slumber, it was already daybreak. Spears of golden and crimson rays arched below the tree line. I rummaged through the backpack next to my sleeping bag for a cigarette and I lift a lighter to the tube of tobacco in my lips. Oso held my waist and limited my movement, but I unzipped he side of the bag and sat up. Jr. held Oso's long torso as well. The three of us crammed into a large sleeping bag, naked but clean from the previous day's exploits, clung together in an orgy of cuddles. I could have collapsed back into the tight sleeping bag, but I was also ready to face the day.

I woke a different person that morning. I felt it as I lifted Oso's strong arm off my waist and shifted to the edge of the magical rock at the edge of the lake. On one horizon, star glimmered in a haze of the dying night sky and the other, light stabbed through the trees and finally broke the canopy. I took a long drag of the half stale cig and exhaled into the growing light before me. I was finally awake. A haze held me in a daydream of a fabricated reality that obscured my desire and now I was alive, cleared from obstructions.

"Up early," Benny said from the other side of the rock. His naked form looming, back lit and beautiful over the sleeping bag contain two of the most beautiful people in my world.

"Today's the day," I said. "I don't know what I'm going to say, but I'm not scared anymore."

"That's good. I'll be there, and D. Al feels guilty about throat fucking you, but he said he won't let anything happen to you three. Your dad is a nasty sonofabitch, mean as a rattler, has punch just as venomous but I think he'll learn to understand."

"Tell me how you took it," I asked.

"Well, I was scared, at first. I made it sound like a Disney tale, as if I accepted him day one. I was scared shitless. Jr.'s a tough kid, smart as shit, like Al, he sees everything and understands things faster but he's also single minded. He knew I was scared for him. This world isn't forgiving, I learned that early on in life. I knew Junior was gay when he was five. He was obsessed with boys, when he turned twelve, he acted on his obsession. He was smart but not wise and didn't see the danger. The man that took his virginity, well, let's just say he's not a threat anymore. After that I had to make a choice, lock up my boy, keep him safe from the outside world or let him learn."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I've been known to be a bit passive, but not with Jr. I feel guilty that I refused to let him date, fuck, even scolded him for being gay. I saw only the black and white of it. Both sides would lead to him being hurt. I hurt him really bad for a long time before I realized I was the problem. I didn't teach him how to be safe, how to navigate this world which could chew us up and spit us out without a second thought. He grew to hate me."

"Wait, this all sounds wrong. You two saidÉ what about all the blackmail? And the-"

"That came after, not like we would tell you the bad bits day one, Flaco. Everything was true though. After my divorce, Junior was insatiable and I couldn't control him, and once he was hurt, I sort of shut it down. It was a while before he blackmailed me. And once he did, the walls sort of broke down. He mostly just wanted us to go back to before, I think he missed us being us. So, he woke a part of me I suppressed for a long time and I'm happy for that. I love my boy, and I regret being hard on him, as well as letting him use me. He is single minded. But once he revealed to me, he wanted to explore an actual healthy relationship, with you no less, I decided it was time to let go. Maybe I'm just a bad father, but seeing you twoÉ three together, I sort of understand why he needs this. Its something I wanted for him, but I am sad."

"I doubt that you're a bad father, you're one of a kind Benito, a world class dad," I said with a wide smile. He walked to the edge of the rock and sat next to me. His strong arms pulled me into his side, and I watched the sunrise in the comfort of his embrace.

"I couldn't wish for a better person to pass my boy to. I know you'll treat him right."

As Jr. and Oso stirred awake, I noticed the rest of the guys weren't here.

"Where's D and Al, and the Rangers?"

"We only had two sleeping bags," he said as he stood and returned to packing his stuff. "They went back to camp. Hopefully your dad won't suspect anything until we get back."

"Damn, I lowkey wanted to have another train ride today."

"You're insatiable," Jr said pulling a cig into his mouth. "I think my dick is going to fall off. Even my ass feels worn out."

"Same," Oso said. His amber skin glowing in the light revealed two giant twin moon bruises on his neck. I examined my own, purple spread to green marks webbing from blue and red centers from my neck to my thighs. I giant red handprint outlined my entire ass cheek. And my cock itself was red and tender. I fingered my asshole and it screamed in protest. Even a light brush made it clench up which sent a searing pain up my spine.

"You're not torn, but your hole is raw from the pounding you took," Benny said as he lifted underwear up his legs.

I cracked a wild grin, "Did you inspect me while I slept?"

"Yup," Jr. said with an exhale of smoke. "I did while Oso ate the flood of cum pouring out of you."

Oso blushed red as I looked over at him. "We just wanted to make sure you were okay after everything, but you were passed out and when we checked the cum wouldn't let us see deep enough and I was curious so I-"

I turned to blabbering bear and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were dry, but smooth and soft. I inhaled deep as I sucked on his gentle tongue. Jr. chuckled at the sight of us, so I pulled him into a three-way kiss. Our tongues met in the center and I tasted the distinct taste of them. One, smoky and salty and the other, bitter but sweet. I inhaled them like a breakfast meal complete with coffee and we lingered a moment, foreheads touching, eyes closed, simply inhaling each other's breath.

"Let's get back, I'm ready to say what needs to be said."

"About that, Flaco," Oso said in a whimper. "My dad-

Benny said in a low gruff, "Both your dads and Vidal. All three of them are psycho macho trash. Love em to death, they're my brothers for life, but I'll still call em trash at their grave."

"But-" Oso mumbled.

"They won't do shit, Vidal's a pussy little bitch, and won't fight unless he has back up, Cisco's a weak little bitch. . . Your dad though Flaco, he could probably take me, Al and D. He'd loose, but he'd get us good."

"I'm good in a scrape," Jr. said. "If you weren't such a timid shit, Oso, you'd probably be able to take all three."

"You don't have to fight, Oso," I said lifting his bowed face. "You'll get used to his teasing."

I scanned over the empty rock. I smelled the crisp morning air here and offered a moment of my own serenity to this place. Like praying before an altar, I bid my farewell inside my still and silent mind. This rock is the bed of my awakening and the foundation to how I wanted to live. Free, open and gay as fuck.

I climbed down the side of the stone and walked along the river until I found the ATVs in the tree line. I tossed my pack into the small trailer attached to one and I instantly jumped on and started it. Oso climbed on and held my waist. Jr. shook his head and climbed behind Oso and held onto him. I nodded to Benny as he climbed on his four-wheeler and I head off down the river. I had half a tank and was determined to spend it up.

I pushed it up small ravines made by the rising river, bogged through mud pits, spun doughnuts of cracked dry dirt up into air the whole way. Jr. and Oso cheered in joy and fear as I tore into the forest, sidewinding trees, barely avoiding branches and boulders. Benny stayed close but he enjoyed an easy pace and calm ride while laughing at our antics. As we approached the camp, marked by the trails coming down the side of the hill to the river, I eased up on the accelerator. My body numb from the vibration, I slowed to a stop. I twisted around and laid a sloppy mud-covered kiss on Oso and Jr. The three of us squirmed around the seat awkwardly to taste each other. Oso's grip on my waist never waned as he slobbered my and Jr.'s lips. I could have died happy right there in a warm embrace, and a tongue to suck.

"You three ready?" Benny asked.

"Yeah, I think we are," I said as we separated. The two of them nod in agreement and I ride up the trail to our campsite.

As we pulled up, the guys were barely coming out of their tents, empty cans tossed everywhere, food still on the disk skillet from the night before. Food'll be rancid, and the grease will have to be burnt off. D, Al and Chris sat around the smoldering ashes. D and Al both looked sober and ready, Chris however, was flippant and giggly even though looking as if he was straight out of jail. He wore a dirty white wife beater, baggy chinos tied at his waist with a thin black belt and was covered in tatts. Even his shaved head held ink.

"Chris," Benny called out. "Long time no talk, primo."

"Ordale prim, surprised you even called for me.

Benny cut out his bike and stood up. Chris also stood from his folding chair and approached us. He arms wide and a grin cut up his check breaking his smooth skin. They held each other the entire time me, Oso, and Jr. unloaded ourselves and our stuff from the two bikes. I barely knew Chris, he had always been closer to Benny and Jr., but I knew he was friends with the whole crew since like high school. Jr. stepped up to Chris expectantly. Chris let go of Benny and looked Jr. up and down.

"Like a fucking weed, tall as a pinche tree now."

Jr. just smiled and fell into Chris's arms. Chris was tall and strong. His arms could have been as thick as my legs and Jr. looked so small trapped inside of the python arms around him. I gawked at his delicious frame, his dark blue green eyes inside deep set sockets. I could almost taste the cholo as he felt my boyfriend's long slender torso.

"Be ready, shit might hit the fan, tio."

"Oh?" he asked. "Why, if I can ask."

Jr. slid out of Chris's tight embrace and walked in-between me and Oso, griped our hands but stayed silent.

"Aaah." He glanced over to D and Al and they just pointed to the three zipped up tents. "Well, until they wake, how `bout a sample of my new shit," he said pulling a bag of pre rolled joints. "I named it after you, hijo, Rainbow Mariposa."

"Rainbow? Bit on the cheek don'tcha think?"

"Well, I considered Fag Train. But I'm sure you have that copyrighted and trademarked on your ass."

I moved away from them and started cleaning up the skillet, loading a new fire and prepping breakfast. I smiled at the playful way Jr., Benny and Chris talked and how open they were about everything. Clouds of smoke were soon billowing through the campsite as two joints circulated all of us. Oso even took a few drags as food was almost ready. All of them giggling as they caught him up on the drama about to unfold. But the second one of tents moved, a wave of silence overcame them.

My dad stepped out of his small tent and rushed to a tree to piss.

"What the fuck happened to you three?" he shouted from his designated piss spot. I looked myself up and down, dried mud flaking off my skin and jacket. Oso's sleeves and Jr's back completely coated with died muck.

"We had some fun with the bikes while coming back up," I said wile mixing scrambled eggs and chorizo together.

He instantly gawked at Vidal's bike covered in mud. "Your fucking cleaning that before we take it back up."

"Whatever," I said completely absent from the conversation.

"Boy," he said.

"You need to calm the fuck down, vato," Chris said in a severe tone. His voice completely opposite to a moment ago. My dad just gawked at Chris from across the camp. "You aren't one to talk with all these cans everywhere, primo. Fucking slobs."

My dad just ducked back into his tent to change. Vidal and Cisco were awake, tossing and turning inside their tent and soon all three of them emerged. I lifted tossed down tortillas into the skillet and warmed them as the three of them settled into their respective chairs.

"Foods ready," I said.

"Thank you, Flaco," Chris said as he passed a fat joint to Jr. My dad's eyes were wide as Jr. ripped a massive toke from the joint and held it in. Jr. stood up and passed me the joint.

Dad instantly stood up, and I flinched. "Put that fucking thing down," he shouted.

"Fuck you, Dad," I said as I took a drag.

"You grew some balls up there? One day away from me and you think you can take me?" He pulled off his jacket and shit exposing his strong chest and large arms. I knew personally the strength behind each muscle. His bravado wasn't for show, it was all for real. Benny, Al and D all stood up. Even Chris stood between us. His fists clenched and knuckles burning red.

"Try something, vato," Chris said.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Vidal exclaimed.

"You going stand between him and his own son? Really locos?" Cisco said.

"Stay out of this dad," Oso said in low voice.

"Oh no, he's involved, Oso," Al said. "All this shit ends today."

"What the fuck went on up there?" my dad shouted. "You all actin up like little bitches. Chris, I brought you cuz Benny asked me to, but don't think I want you here, stay out of this or else."

"Or else what, vato?" Chris said squaring up.

Everyone looked over each other with confused faces. My dad snarled at us but looked to his buddies for back up. I took another drag from my joint and dropped it to the ground and smashed it under boot.

"Dad," I said as I undid my jacket and shirt. His eyes widened and blazed as I undressed. The bruises and hickies exposed in their full glory. "Sorry to break the news like this, but all your friends dicked me down like the faggot I am." Every laughed at the dramatic declaration, except the three before us. "Yesterday, everyone spent the whole day unloading their massive cocks into my ass."

"What the fuck?" Vidal exclaimed.

"Your all fucking a kid?" Cisco asked. "Your friend's son?"

"Yup," D said. "Even Game and Fish had their turn with him."

"You're all fags? Flaming fudge packing faggots?" Vidal asked.

My dad stayed silent. His eyebrows scrunched together in anger, face burning red, arms clenched and shaking but he didn't move. His eyes locked on Chris. There was something between them, an air of tension that towered over the conflict with me.

"Well," D said in a lighthearted chuckle, "lemme put it this way. For Flaco's sweet tight ass I'll wear the fucking rainbow flag as a cape."

Our side got a chuckle out of D's flippant attitude, but the others just glared at us like gargoyles on a castle. Chris however, continued his death stare with my dad, an entire conversation between the two of them with blank hardened faces.

"Hermanos," Al said from our side. Cisco immediately peaked up from his dead glare into Oso's eyes. "You ain't going to touch these boys anymore. I ignored what you did to Oso, Cisco, because I thought it wasn't my place to, but it's over. I saw him yesterday happier than I've ever seen him in his life. But he clung to his fear of you for every second of it. He was trapped in a cage of fear and self-hatred, and Flaco and Jr. opened that cadge. You always told me I can see what others can't. Well, I can see that you seriously hurt him. Seriously brother, he's fucked up, but I think I witnessed his cure. You need back the fuck off him. He's no longer you or your wife's psychopathic experiment."

Vidal quipped, "Don't tell him how to-"

"Vidal," Al said you're not a part of this, these aren't your kids. Back off and I won't break your teeth in." Vidal immediately stepped back.

"Cisco. . . Edmundo," Benny said my father's name and the sound of it hurt my ears. He despised the name and never let anyone call him by it. I had never, not once referred to him by his name. "Our boys are together, in love even, and it's time to let go."

"He's not my boy, not anymore."

"I figured you'd be like this," Benny said. "You're just like your old man."

"I'll fucking kill you for this, Benito. You're dead to me."

"I remember him beating the fag out of you too," Benny said with such sadness. The rest of them all flinched at the sound. But my dad got angrier. "I think everyone saw it-"

"One more fucking word-"

Chris then stepped forward, "You don't know the half of it, Benny."

"You shut the fuck up, you fucking faggot." My dad's entire face burned red. I almost fell back in confusion. My dad's entire disposition collapsed. He was a wild animal in a claw trap, desperate and scared. His desperation made him a stranger I could not recognize.

"When Edmundo senior found me and his son sucking each other off, he beat the fag outta both of us. But he gave his son a lashing that put him in the hospital."

"Holy shit," I exclaimed, "Dad, really?"

"He's a fucking liar."

"You guys remember the summer we were `mugged,' and we spent weeks trying to find the skinheads that did it? It was his own fucking dad. I lied to cover for him, but after that, I had no reason to hang with y'all since my boyfriend, Edmundo Junior, dumped me, convinced he wasn't a fucking fag like me. I stayed close to you primo," he said to Benny, "but completely gave up on my high school bottom bitch."

"You're a liar," my dad muttered from clenched teeth.

"But your married," I asked. "With kids." Jr. just laughed as if it was inside joke.

"Yeah," Chris said with a smirk. "Adopted. You see my hyna can't have kids. It's hard when her plumbing is ten inches of uncut chode. Maricon, through and through. Still getting used to the tettas but you know, love is all about compromise."

I finally fell back into my folding chair. Everyone was silent as I pulled a cigarette from Jr.'s jacket. I inhaled a long drag as I processed everything. Was this why he was so adamant about my femininity, my weak characteristics, my faggy disposition? His own upbringing of pain and repression forced onto me as his dad did unto him?

"Is that why you hate me? Because I'm just like you?"

My dad didn't respond with words, but his eyes burned like hellfire. I took it as a yes.

"Cisco, Vidal," I said. "Any confessions while we air our dirty laundry."

Cicso, not able to stay silent for more than a minute at time, "I hate my wife."

"We know," everyone said in unison.

"All you talk about is fucking other women, dad. Even mom knows how much you hate her."

"I want to get a divorce, but she won't sign the papers because it's a sin."

"Still not an excuse to let her do that stuff to me." Oso's eyes welled up but when Cisco stepped to comfort his son, Al stepped between them. Cisco kind of collapsed in his stance. His bravado a sort of inflated balloon days after a party.

"I'll do better, son. I'll stop it."

Vidal just stood there a long moment. "Fuck you fags, I'm outta here. Bring my bike back. Cleaned and with a full tank. I don't care what you shove up your asses, just keep it far the fuck away from me."

"We will," Benito said with a nod.

Vidal unhitched his trailer, jumped in his truck and left.

My dad just stood there. The red in his face fading as he was completely and utterly exposed, naked for the world to see. His machismo was just a faade. A paper house built after years of abuse. His contorted reality fell like dead leaves. I almost pitied him. His hatred bloomed from fear and pain from someone he trusted. Someone who should have protected him. But instead of growing up like a normal person, he held onto that pain and fear and hatred which completely consumed him. Evidence enough that he was a hollow shell of a person before us. A vacant and pathetic human grasping onto the last ounces of his pride.

"Dad," I said dragging my cigarette as hard as possible. "I want to hear it from you."

He said nothing. His eyes locked down at the fire pit before him.

"Dad, you owe me this," I said with such force it knocked him out of whatever daydream held him. "I've never known anything but your wrath. I don't know any way to navigate you but in fear. I knew your hatred grew from someplace dark. But as the recipient of it, I deserve to hear it."

"I don't owe you anything, you're a mistake, a fuck up, a bastard because you don't have a dad. Don't come home, you're not welcome there anymore." And my dad turned and slunk away to his truck. As soon as he started it, he peeled out spitting mud and dirt all over the camp.

"You okay, Flaco?" Jr asked.

I lifted my cigarette to my mouth and took a last drag before dropping the butt to the ground.

For a little while, I didn't speak. My world had been shattered in every possible way. I didn't have a home, I didn't have a family, all I had was my ass, and my cock. A small black hole took me away into a void of dark miasmic dread. I wasn't even aware I stopped breathing until Jr. shook me back into reality.

"I think your taking your high to dark place, babe."

"I'm homeless," I said through small gasp.

"You're going to live with me, babe."

I turned to Benny standing over me, patting me on the shoulder. His wide grin revealing straight white teeth under a forest of a beard. I finally let the tears flow as suddenly everyone surrounded me. Hands lifted me from my seat and pulled me into a group hug that warmed my cold skin. The weight of them bearded down on me but also made me weightless. Again, I floated but not on an electrified storm like my orgasms, but on a cloud of billowy warmth.

I don't know whose lips I found but I pulled them into me and kissed them as hard as I could. Their strong tongue massaged mine as I spilled tears between our faces. Then someone pulled me away and stole a kiss. Then another until tongues surrounded me, enveloped me until I finally opened my eyes to find everyone tasting my skin. Jr. was at my waist, kissing and licking my small but budding abs. Oso was buried in the nape of my neck, kissing the sensitive welts he gave. D and Benny were on my ass, pulling my jeans down just enough to reveal my crack. Their tongues worked as one force sliding down my cheeks until I was completely exposed. My tears turned to soft moans as the tongues made their tithe to my flesh. Jr. and Oso took one side each and worked their way down my thighs and up my groin. My cock felt sore, but also ready for the new task at hand.

"Um gross," Cisco said as he turned his chair away and sat down with a beer.

"You might want to take a walk, Cisco," I said wiping away my dried tears. "We can go for hours." He didn't acknowledge my advice and I just shrugged.

I turned to Chris, standing to my side, guiding his nephew to my growing cock. His blue-green eyes stared deep into my soul, much like Jr. and Al do, but his were deep pools of fearless water. I reached out and pulled his solid form into my side. Our bodies collided as he embraced me.

"You look just like your dad did when he was your age." His eyes flooded me with a comfort I didn't expect. And when his thick lips brushed against mine, he said, "I'm glad you didn't turn out like him."

I instantly took his mouth into mine and his passivity surprised me. His every movement took a slight force on my part before he did anything. I lifted his hand from Jr.'s head and placed it on my chest where he felt my skin up and down. With my other hand I forced his head into my neck where he continued to kiss me gently. Then I saw Al, simply sitting on his chair watching.

"You want in on this?" I asked.

"Thanks, but naw. Don't get me wrong, great blowjob yesterday, Flaco, but still grossed out by men. I'll enjoy a wank at your expense though. . . if you don't mind?"

I closed my eyes again as waves of sensual pleasure rolled over me. My cock and balls in one mouth each. Hot tongues massaging each ball, head and shaft so slowly it was unbearable. Two scruffy men, beards and stubble tickling my crack, tongues taking turns massaging my abused hole. And Chris, feeling my body and kissing my lips. There was a nostalgia in his touch. A deep genetic desire to feel him, to taste and explore him.

"Sorry, Flaco," he said into my mouth. "I avoided you and your family. I knew exactly what was happening to you but did nothing."

"You bare no responsibility for this," I whispered. "I hardly know you but thank you for coming up. I don't think this would have ended peacefully if you weren't here."

"Your welcome," he said with fluttering crystal blue green eyes. "I took a long time to get over your dad, he was like you in so many ways before he changed. So strong, so dominant but in a way that you wanted to be dominated. I loved him, but he died that day. The day he was beaten. I'm glad that piece of him could live on in you."

I teared up at the sentiment. His words spoken from his own deep wound released a lot of the fire still brewing inside of me. "Thanks," I said through tears. "But I'm not strong like him, and hardly dominant."

"Your submissiveness is completely rooted in a dominance that everyone here respects."

I look down to Jr. and Oso. Their eyes in agreement without saying the words. D's tongue slid up my back until he found my ear.

"Say stop, and I'll stop, say no, and I'll obey. You have all the control, baby fag." D's words resonated in weird way. He told, straight up he was an abuser. A douchebag of astronomical proportions.

"Then stop," I said and everyone stopped. I didn't expect the reaction. I sort of didn't think I had this kind of power. Jr. lifted his slobbering face from my cock and Oso straightened out from under my pelvis, both to look at me. I leaned down to kiss them. Our three-way kiss, awkward but fulfilling. I turned to face D. "Sorry, D. And Benny, Junior is your son, I don't-"

Benny pushed his finger to my lips and shushed me. "No explanation needed, son. He chose you. Come-on D, let the kids have their fun."

D looked disappointed but his hand held my cheek a moment before he turned away.

"Chris, do you want to fuck me?" I asked. I turned to face him directly. His dark cholo stash-goatee hid any expression. My stomach dropped, thinking maybe he won't understand I clarify, "I mean you loved my dad and said. . . well, do you want a goodbye?"

He seemed to think of it a moment. The idea rolling around his head before he kissed me. "No, Flaco, I don't. I loved your dad and thank you for the offer. But I moved on a long time ago. You are a better man than me, I would like it to remain so, lil vato." Chris gave me peck on the check, but it felt as if it wasn't for me. I nodded and he turned to D and Benny, who were now sitting in their chairs positioned to watch us. I smiled at them.

"Thank you, Benny, D, Chris," I turned to the other side, "Al, even you Cisco." All of them cheered me with a drink or cracked a wild grin and turned to the two forms lifting themselves from the ground to my eye level. Jr.'s dark, cold, mischievous eyes were open and inviting. Their darkness outlined by a warm haze like the twilight of a setting sun. And Oso's own liquid amber eyes, like pools of honey dripping out of his skull. I pulled their bare bodies into me and held them a moment.

"Just the three of us okay?" I said. "I don't think I can share you guys anymore. I'm laying claim to your bodies."

Nothing was said for minutes as we stood in a huddle of our naked muddy bodies. Though no words were spoken, an agreement formed between our fixed gaze. Once the contract was struck, we broke into a frenzy of slobbering licking and tonguing each other's faces. Their warmth fueled me and slid down their hard bodies and stared at both of them as I pulled both of their cocks into my mouth. Jr. stared at me, our eyes locked as I wiggled my tongue between the two of them. Oso dove his face into Jr.'s neck and he was in absolute extasy as we consumed him. I took each one, one at a time, swallowing down until I couldn't breathe. I undulated my throat and worked my tongue until they squirmed under my control. I savored their flavors, nibbling on tight foreskin and groins until my own cock pulsated. I almost came from giving them pleasure. I squeezed the base of my cock and repressed the feeling while still swallowing down mouthfuls of cock.

Jr. took over to get all the attention as Oso stepped behind him and submerged his face in-between Jr.'s cheeks. The two of us working Jr. from both sides sent him into and uncontrollable shudder as he moaned and shivered. His hands pulled at my bobbing head to slow me down, but I resisted his weak attempt and he submitted to my fast and hard suction. I was slurping and gagging as I shoved my face down onto the hard as steel cock before me. I wanted to give it everything and even when it impaled my tonsils, sending me lurching, I slammed my face harder into his groin. I resisted every bodily function begging me to stop. When I could pass out from holding my breath, I released his thick cock and focused on his balls, but once I caught my breath, I took over his joystick and controlled him like a game.

Oso's own slobbering mixed my audible gagging and slurping was a melody of the double attack Jr. endured. I couldn't stop my own cock exploding as the smells sounds and tastes sent me into an orgasmic tirade. I jerked my cock as it shot fat globs of cum all over Oso's squatting figure opposite me. The milky ropes oozed down his terracotta skin like serpents slithering for prey. I was reeling and gasping from the force of my orgasm when I realized Jr. had escaped my mouth as I came, and he unloaded his own buckets worth of spooge onto my face. I opened my mouth for him, and he landed the remainder of his load into my hungry mouth.

Oso leaned back and rubbed my spunk into his skin and brought the webby mess to his mouth. I rode the orgasm but stayed fixated on the two statues of men before me. Their toned and hard bodies shuddering from the force between us. I stood up and kissed Jr. with my cummy mouth and he gripped me as hard as he could, holding to reality while simultaneously riding a cosmic thunderstorm of pleasure. Four arms gripping onto my back, a cage I felt freer in than anywhere else.

I eyed Oso's evil glare and responded with a smirk. He released us and turned about. I released Jr. and he just giggled as I approached Oso's vulnerable form. I kissed his neck and back as my hands explored his two, firm ass cheeks. Something about his even hue, his dark red brown skin glowing in the morning light, absent of tan lines, radiating heat into my own body, made me crave him like a vampire does blood. He gave himself to me, submitted to my mouth as I tasted every inch of his skin. My tongue, a serpent of sin, worshiped his body and my teeth bore down every time I couldn't stand how turned on I felt. He moaned gently and graciously with incoherent yeahs and unghhhs. Until I reached his crack, I found plains of amber flesh turned to mountains and I slid my tongue down the valley separating them. He bent over to give me full access to his body. I felt like I was exploring the world with only the flavors to navigate me.

I took a hard bite out of one of his supple cheeks, but he didn't moan, Jr. did. I looked up out of shock. Oso's moans were silenced my Jr.'s uncut cock sliding up and down Oso's hungry mouth. My bite caused a flinch, a gasp, and for a reverberating up Oso's body through Jr.'s cock. I keep my fingers active around his tight pink hole but watched Oso's face bury itself in Jr's pubes. Jr. also watched the bronze sculpture of a man submit to the two of us and we both stiffened at the sight of him.

Oso's agency has changed so much, much more than mine, in the last few days. I couldn't believe how horny I was at the simple the sight of him. He was taller, stronger, bigger, darker, and in every way, better than me. His cock was thicker, longer, and hotter than mine. But my fingers controlled him, and now he was mine. Owned was the wrong word, but I wanted to brand him with my name and never share again, except with Jr. I would share everything with him.

Jr was also sculpted from a better stone. His body and fine portrait of a man. Smaller than Oso, but bigger than me in every way, and yet, if I ordered it, he would submit to me. I had a power over them that made my whole body harden in response.

A mirror in my mind shattered in that moment. The image of myself that I compared everyone else to. They wanted me in spite of my smallness, my inadequacies. But am I inadequate if I'm their preferred choice? They all wanted me, and that must have meant I was. . .

I was so turned on I could stop myself from entering Oso's vulnerable body. Tears fell down my cheeks as Oso took me, swallowed me up. The trigger to my outpouring of happy tears was,

"I fucking love you, Flaco. I've always fucking loved you."

Oso's body curved up and he held my tearing face, his face turned to me. His hot mouth open and gasping warm air into my own mouth. His eyes were dark without the light, and not like pools of honey but of solid amber. He was serious, his face determined to let me know.

"I've dreamt of you for years. I've wanted you to be my eternity."

He wants me. As I am, here, now, not later whenever I grow into my body like him, or like my dad. He wants me. And I want him, I want both of them. I want them to be mine.

I look at Jr.'s confidant face, smirking an evil smile. His fingers lubing his ass, and he turns around. He back up on Oso's body and he fits right into the shape of him.

"You're a good lay, I guess."

I slow my thrusts, allowing Oso to position himself. I hold the both of them in my grip as we squeeze Oso's body with our own. We moaned so deep, our guttural animal cries as we feel each other. The pressure, the orgasmic pressure of the three of us linked together by our cocks. A chain of something I thought I'd never have, of actual physical and emotional feelings.

Oso rocks back and forth and I came instantly. Lightning took over my body as I pushed deeper and harder into them, our orgasms flooding us with orgasmic energy that sent us into a cosmic fit of crashing waves. Our selves, our individuals, blasted asunder. And a reformation of energy sent us translucent and corporeal as we held each other of timeless hours there in that campsite. Our bodies shifting, trading spaces but the result was the same, an endless maelstrom of pure magic overloading our senses until we were drunk on it. Smashing harder and faster, knowing each other wanted it as much as we needed it.

My weak body stood still as Oso took my throbbing and pulsating cock deeper and deeper. Then hard trust forward into Jr.'s hungry ass. His cock also exploded in his hand, but Oso was insatiable as he took us, from both in front and from behind, and used our bodies to climax. I couldn't cum anymore. I was dying from the over stimulation, but I wanted to give him every inch of me. I wanted him to ride and fuck until I passed out. His hard and fast rhythm was getting harder and harder to counter, so held onto his torso. He was like a bucking bronco and I was a rider long ago tossed off, trapped by the saddle and dangling for dear life.

My orgasm lingered, lifting higher and higher as my sensitive but still hard cock was worked with a speed and force, that I didn't want to be released from. I felt myself transcending, exiting my body and floating into the thundering nebula above me. But I didn't want to escape. I bit down on whatever I had before me to stay tethered to reality.

Oso's moaning voice as my teeth sunk down into his tight flesh told me he was cumming. I felt like collapsing but he held me tight behind him. Still grinding his hips forward and back, back and forward. My limp cock flopped out of his ass with a river cum flooding out of the unplugged hole. Jr. caught me before I completely hit the ground, I laughed, but his face was hard and serious.

"Babe?" I asked but I saw, before I finished.

My dad stood at the edge of the camp, his eyes flooding down his eyes. Benny and Chris stood between us and him. His hands reaching. . .

My gut dropped and I mustered every last bit of strength to run before I realized he was jerking off. Like Al at the rock, he couldn't resist the sight of us. With the rush of adrenaline fading but giving me better vison, I watched him. He was about fifty yards away, his hands on himself and jeans dropped to his knees. His eyes were full of envy, dripping with shame. His body hard with desire. That's when I noticed the rifle at his feet.

I don't know what was on my face, what his jealous gaze saw in mine, but he finished and walked away. He had come back to kill me. But he saw us and stopped. He saw me and jerked off at the sight of me and my boyfriends fucking each other. . .

Everyone stood around, gawking at each other.

I turned to my folding chair and kneeled into it.

"Jr.," I said. "Oso, I'm not spent yet."

The two of them looked over my body, my ass open and ready for their assaults. Oso just smirked and lined up his cock to my hole. "I'll never get tired of this."

"Even if I beg for you to stop," I said harshly, like a demand and in a voice I didn't know I could muster. "Don't stop until I'm passed out. I want to cum so hard I transcend into the afterlife."

But we didn't stop.

We never stopped.

Even when that Big Camping Trip was over, we were linked together in an endless chain-link fuck and always found that peak, that rock above the lake of our mutual pleasure. Always on my mind was the hallowed ground of my faggot awakening. The men surrounding me, inside of me, victims of repression and hate were the healers of the wounds they themselves opened. Not physical wounds, but the literal rearing open of my psyche where I learned to finally see myself. As if a fog lifted from my mind and I saw myself in my entirety. My desire flooded me and now I have the voice to demand it from them, the two who enjoy me as much as I enjoy them.

"Oso, Jr.," I said. Their groaning and moaning bodies take my voice and I cannot say what I wanted to say anymore. But their bodies take turns invading me, using my raw and exposed body as no more words needed sharing. We understood each other through a link between sweaty skin and groping hands. Through pulsating spurting cock and hungry hole. Everything that needed to be said was said.

End

** This is the end of The Big Camping Tripp, and I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to email me at 7uckyslevens@gmail.com with comments and critiques. I have many ideas for more stories but let me know some categories to consider as I take a short break before back to school. As for Flaco, Oso, and Jr., their story is finished but send me your ideas on how they are living on in your head cannon, I love reading them and I always reply. Also, please donate to Nifty as without them, my characters would not have an ending. Thank you all for reading the first story I've ever shared, and no, I'll not be sharing old stuff. It's bad and I'm looking forward. **


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