After Paul and Matt wandered off, I went into my tent to read for a bit. Part of me wanted to run to Paul and Matt's site, but another part of me was still nervous and unsure about everything that had happened. Plus, my asshole was still a bit sore, as was my dick. I planned on waiting until the evening cooled more, then go over to their site.
I don't know how long I read for, but I jerked awake hours later still fully clothed and the book I'd been reading on my chest. Shit! I'd fallen asleep.
I probably should have expected that...I had a really eventful day and the adrenaline from the excitement/fear I'd experienced had left me.
I found my flashlight in the dark, and checked my watch. Four in the morning. I laid back down, tried to go back to sleep but as soon as I closed my eyes, images of Paul and Matt's cocks flashed through my mind.
My bladder told me that it needed attention, and I got up off my sleeping bag and stepped out of my tent. Normally, I'd just wander a bit into the woods and pee rather than walk all the way to the bathroom. However I was up and needed something to do, plus it was blissfully cool outside my tent. So, flashlight in hand, I walked down the trail to the bathroom.
The building was dimly lit inside by a single bulb in the center of the bathroom. I walked up to the urinal, pulled my dick out, and let loose. Just as I was finishing up, I heard a soft cough from behind me, coming from one of the stalls.
I gave a start...I didn't realize that I wasn't alone. I hurriedly put my dick back into my shorts, and was about to leave the bathroom, when I heard the soft cough again, twice.
It sounded fake, like he was letting me know he was in there. Curiosity flooded me. Rather than walk back to the campsite, I gave a soft, fake cough of my own.
I was rewarded with yet another fake cough from the stall. Ok, he WAS trying to get my attention. Nervously, but steadily, I went to the stall adjacent to his and stepped inside. I wanted to see where this was going.
I closed the stall door and locked it, then sat down on the toilet without dropping my shorts. In the dim light, I saw there was a hole cut between the two stalls, about 3 feet off the ground. I leaned forward and looked into the next stall.
I couldn't see much except the man's naked legs and groin. He was stroking his cock. Instant excitement filled me. I watched in fascination as he slowly stroked himself, my own dick growing again in my shorts.
To my surprise, he stood up in the stall and turned towards the hole, slowly pushing his cock through it. I could tell instantly that it wasn't Matt or Paul...this cock was a lot skinnier with a big bulbous head, and as more of it came through the hole I realized he was longer than either of them.
I slid quietly off the toilet seat, going to my knees on the rough concrete floor. My tongue tentatively flicked out, sliding across the bottom of his cockhead and I was rewarded with a soft moan from the other side.
Lust and hunger overtook me like a dam had burst inside me. I took his cock into my mouth, sliding it as far as it would go in. It hit the back of my throat, but even then I hadn't taken the whole thing. I fought off the gag I felt forming, then started sliding my mouth up and down it's length.
A hiss of pleasure carried across from the other side. The sound turned me on even more, and quickly I was taking as much of his length as I could in and out of my mouth. My tongue ran along the bottom of his shaft as I did, and I could taste the bitter pre-cum that he was leaking.
All too soon, I felt him throb in my mouth as it filled with his cum. I choked, cum exploding out of my mouth around his cock...there was a lot of it and I wasn't expecting it, plus he was pushed up against the back of my throat when he came.
I recovered, and started swallowing his load, still sucking and fucking my mouth with his cock. I could feel his cock start to deflate right away, and kept sucking hoping that it would stay hard.
He had other ideas, however, gently pulling his cock out of my mouth and back through the hole. Still on my knees, I heard him softly say, "Thanks" then the rustle of clothing followed by the sounds of him walking out of the bathroom.
I got back up and sat back on the toilet seat. I pulled my own dick out and stroked it, so damned turned on that I didn't care if it was still a bit sore from yesterday. It didn't take long before thick ropes of cum shot out of me and landed on the stall's floor.
I slowly came down from my sexual high. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off the man's cum that clinged to my lips, then cleaned my mess on the floor as best I could. My hands shook as I did, either from the exertion or from nervousness.
Honestly, I was amazed at myself. Before this trip...hell, 24 hours ago!...I'd never even considered having sex with a man. Yet, here I sat, having sucked three men off and been fucked once and wanting even more. The tangy taste of the mystery man's cum lingered in my mouth.
I made my way back to my tent, and managed to doze back off. When I woke up again it was already mid-morning, and Mom and Dad were nowhere to be seen. I found a note, saying that they were out hiking and there was some breakfast in the cooler. I ate it cold, then left for Paul and Matt's site.
It was hard not to break into a run to get to Paul and Matt's site. Even with that, I was walking so fast that it only took a few minutes to get there. However, when I did, their tent was zipped up and their site was empty, no indication that they were there.
"Well, shit," I thought. "Now what do I do?" My dick was already half-hard at the expectation of being with them again. As I stood there, I heard a noise coming from their tent. Maybe they were there? I stepped up to the tent and whispered loudly, "Paul? Matt?"
There was a moment of quiet muffled conversation from inside the tent, then the door was unzipped and held open. I quickly stepped inside the tent as a naked Paul zipped the door back closed. My eyes widened when I saw Matt laying nude on the sleeping bag, with a shirtless young man laying between his legs furiously sucking Matt's dick. Watching further, I noticed it was the same guy that I'd seen Paul with in the woods.
"We figured you changed your mind," I heard Paul say from behind me as his arms went around me, pulling me close against him. I could feel his hard cock press against me.
"I..I fell asleep," I admitted sheepishly. "Otherwise, I would have come here last night."
"It's ok," Paul said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm glad you could join us now." He gently spun me around to face him, then pulled my shirt up off over my head. I fumbled with the button on my shorts, then pushed them down and kicked them off. My dick was standing at full attention, and he grasped it lightly with one hand while pulling me into a kiss with the other.
I melted against him as his tongue dueled with mine, and I didn't know what kept me from cumming right then and there. I loved his aggressiveness, the way he took control of the situation. Still kissing me, he continued to stroke my dick as his other hand reached around and forcefully grabbed one of my ass cheeks.
I broke the kiss so I could drop down to my knees. I wanted him in my mouth badly, wanted to suck his cock again, feel his cockhead slide down my tongue and against the back of my throat. He gave me an appreciative moan when I slid my lips over him and took him deep.
Too deep. I gagged slightly, recovering quickly to start stroking his shaft with my lips, his cockhead trapped in my mouth, the taste of him making my own dick throb even harder.
