I swear if Jamie's eyes had grown any wider they would have fallen out of their sockets. I smiled and closed my eyes again as I felt Tay's tongue pushing hard against my arsehole, the muscles in my arms flexing as they held my legs over my head. Tay stopped his direct assault and began a series of long, slow licks which started at the base of my spine, ran over my hole, across my balls and finally ended at the tip of my throbbing dick, the ecstasy they provoked causing me to shudder along with the tips of Tay's hair tickling my arse cheeks.

After a moment of this, he went back to his tongue-fucking, now able to get the majority of the slimy muscle into me. He then knealt back on his haunches and licked his middle and index fingers and proceeded to gently slide one, then the other into me, the base of the palm of his hand gently massaging my bollocks.

"OK, now you try it," he smiled.

I opened my eyes to see Jamie enthusiastically shedding every shread of clothing on his person.

"I, er, take that to mean it's you that gets fucked," said Triv, looking extremely embarrassed and slightly apprehensive, yet ultimately horny at the same time - the damp spot on the summit of the tent in his trousers testament to this.

Jamie just smiled widely at his lover as he lay on his back and pulled his legs over his head, displaying his modest (but aroused) boyish genetals and minute hole to Triv and Tay.

"I ain't never gonna fit in there," said Triv as he surveyed the tiny puckered orifice. "Dean's seems a whole lot bigger..."

"That's only because he's done it before," explained Tay. "Jamie will get to be that big if you work at him..."

"Yeah, Trivett! Get workin' at me!" said Jamie, waving his arse at Triv and gently rubbing his bare boner.

"Uh, OK... Wh... What do I do?"

Apprehension was definitely the dominant emotion displayed on Triv's face, so Tay pulled his fingers out of me so he could move closer to him.

"Remember, you don't have to do this if you don't want to,"

"I really want to..."

"OK. Just try, like, licking round him for a while - just to get used to the idea."

Triv gingerly lowered his head between Jamie's legs and took a gentle lick at his balls. Jamie shrieked with ecstasy, his unbroken voice causing any bats in the area to become seriously confused. It was not only the bats, though - Triv leapt back from him looking deeply distressed.

"You OK Jamie?"

"Fuck yeah! Just get that tongue back where it was!"

Triv smiled sheepishly and went back to his task, dribbling Jamie's balls around in their sack with his tongue. Jamie shuddered, moaned and smiled as his body reacted to the tactile sensations he was recieving, so much so I picked up my discarded boxer shorts and shoved them into his mouth the next time I saw him about to groan. The smell of my sweatty boxers simply acted as a catalyst to the sensations he was getting, causing him to wrythe, shudder and moan to an even greater extent.

Spurred on by this, Triv gradually moved his tongue down to Jamie's arsehole, tasting the strangely appealing salty-sweet taste of his nether regions, his nose filled with the sweet boy-scent of Jamie's bollocks. After a moment's hesitation, he let his tongue swipe across Jamie's hole and, not tasting anything displeasurable, produced some spit and began to probe and push at the tightly shut anular muscle.

In the meantime, Tay was getting so hot watching Jamie having his hole eaten for the very first time he was practically wearing a hole in the front of his trousers he was rubbing himself so hard. I nudged hum with my foot, pointed at his crotch and then at my mouth. He smiled and tore his trousers and boxers off, presenting me with the most beautiful sight in the world - so beautiful, infact, my dick spasmed and lurched desperately trying to hold back a spontaneous orgasm that had sneaked up on me without me noticing! Despite the confines of the tent, he managed to manouvre himself so that he was kneeling astride my head, dangling his ready-to-burst testicles directly above my nose. Now it was Tay's turn to groan as I pulled him down on to my face, my tongue guiding his love spuds into my waiting mouth.

Breathing through my nose, I formed an airtight seal around the base of his sack, exhaled through my nose then tried to breathe in as hard as I could through my mouth. I could feel his whole body tense as his balls expanded and, when I could suck no more, took a deep breath through my nose then tried to exhale as hard as I could through my mouth, squeezing his bollocks with the even air pressure. Tay moaned a second time and thrust his head between my legs, attacking my hole with his tongue with renewed vigour, managing to reach deeper into me than he had ever managed before.

Just then, Jamie's hands thumped down onto his sleeping back, his entire body tensing as it was racked by orgasm, his dick jerking and lurching, but as yet nothing emerging. Triv held onto Jamie as he rode his climax, his powerful arse clamping down rhythmically on Triv's tongue.

"You ready for the next bit?" I asked as Jamie came down from Cloud 199.

"Fuck yeah!"

Tay stopped his tonguing and looked underneath himself at me and smiled. He shuffled forward and pulled open the zip of the tent inner, allowing him access to the "porch" area where we stacked our rucksacks. He located his and unzipped one of the side pockets, retrieving a now-battered tube of KY. In doing this, he treated me and Jamie to an exquisite view of his taught, muscular backside and freshly sucked balls - the sight of which turned me on no end. I raised my right foot and gently began rubbing his balls with the top of it, making him "mmm" slightly and thrust against me. I then took the initiative of letting his dick become trapped between the 'V' of my big and next toe. Curling them slightly allowed me to pull his foreskin back and forth, his helmet being squeesed like a nail being pulled with a claw-hammer. He gave one final thrust and wiggled his way out of my grip and turned round, his now ultra-hard dick straining upwards, the head a deep, angry purple.

"Hold out your hand," he said to Jamie and suqeezed a generous dollop of the slimey gunge onto his palm. "Triv - get astride him so he can reach, OK? And get your pants off!"

Triv eagerly removed his lower garments revealing a dense patch of dark blonde pubes crowning an impressively thick almost-seven-inches of boymeat. Jamie practically drowned in his own drool as Triv revealed his worldly goods to him, and motioned for Triv to get closer. The moment he was within range, Jamie grabbed him with his KY-free hand and enclosed Triv's head in his mouth, running his tongue around and inside his foreskin, savouring the heavy, manly tastes and odours. Triv began to buck his hips as the cute little red-head tried to forcably extract the contents of his balls without his intervention, and would've been unable to stop his rapidly approaching orgasm if Tay had not gently but forcably separated them.

"You'll have time for that later," he smiled. "Just get him greased up for now."

I took the tube of KY from Tay and dispensed a similarly generous quantity on my hand, proceeding to coat his pole with it. I carefully slid back his foreskin to reveal his helmet and, after giving it a lick for good luck, gave it a similar treatment. Once he was 'fully prepared', I handed him the tube back and he shuffled back down to my hips, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He then stuck the tip of the tube into my arsehole and squeezed hard, provoking a yelp from me as exceedingly cold gel invaded my insided.

"OK, Triv - your turn," he said as he slid his fingers easily into my backside for the second time, making me push hard against him.

Triv wasted no time in applying a large dollop of the gell to Jamie's bud and then poking it home bit by bit with his fingers causing Jamie to start his moaning / thrashing routine again.

"Jamie?"

"Hhmmmmmrrrnnnnghhh"

"JAMIE!"

"I'm listening, Dean: It just feels so fuckin' good!"

"Remember, when Triv starts to go into you, push down like you're taking a shit - that way it won't hurt half as much, 'K?"

"Ooooooooooh yeah..."

Tay ran his hands down the insides of my legs until they may at my arsehole. He moved forwards slightly and I felt the tip of his hot cock brush gently at my slick opening. Tay looked me straight in the eye as he gently thrust forward, my sphincter progressively surrendering to his flared head. I felt the slight closure as my arse clamped down behind his head and luxuriated in the feeling of my bowels being steadily but firmly invaded, the ridge of Tay's cock sliding over all the sensitive bits that make me feel sooo good. Within moments I felt that jolt of ecstasy as he came into contact with my prostate, invoking a small jet of pre-cum to spray from the tip of my dick over my chest.

All too soon, I felt his pubes brush stiffly against my arse cheeks, indicating that he was fully seated. I smiled at him and wrapped my legs around his back as he lowered himself on to me to coax those last few millimetres of his dick into my hole, my sphincter spasming and clamping down hard on him every few seconds.

Triv and Jamie looked on wide eyed as they saw Tay's full six inches steadliy disappear into my backside, me obviously enjoying every inch of it!

"You want to?" asked Triv, his voice wavering as the question passed from his dried lips.

Jamie didn't answer, but instead leant forward and grasped Triv's cock, gently revealing the engorged virgin head. Triv carefully shuffled closer to his cute partner and looked down at their crotches, the difference in size and development being as plane as black and white, but nevertheless each at the peak of arousal.

Jamie guided Triv to his target, indicating for him to proceed by giving his dick a gentle tug. It was do or die time. He took a deep breath and held it as he carefully applied pressure to Jamie's hole by progressively moving his hips forward. The feeling of Jamie's tight little arse hugging his dickhead was like do other he'd ever felt and, as far as he was concerned, nothing else existed apart from his dick entering his best friend's hot backside.

Jamie screwed his eyes up and gritted his teeth in preparation for the escalation of the slight pinch of pain that shot from his rectum. However, instead it very quickly transformed itself into a completely new, unique sensation that his bodily senses had never conveyed to him before. The fusion of the physical with the concepts, emotions and desires of the actions he was sharing with Triv culminated in what could only be interpreted as complete, total and inabrogatable sensory overload: every muscle in his young body tensed to their absolute limits as his heart momentarily stopped beating. For a brief instant, Jamie was neither alive or dead. Everything that he was focused itself on the almost intolerable pleasure Triv was giving him, desperately searching for a method to quantify and interpret it into an intelligable form. However, the feelings were so alien, so new, it could find none, so had no alternative other than to unleash the raw sensations upon his mortal mind.

Triv watched as his lover tensed and trashed about beneath him, his arsehole practically pulling his cock inwards. He thrust forward implanting three further inches of steely-hard teen dick into his friend's bottom and saw him freeze, face contorted as a mammoth orgasm shook his very foundations, his balls drawn tight to the base of his cock, which itself was leaping around, searching for a surface on which to rub itself. Triv obliged by leaning forward, the ripples of his stomach muscles gripping the underside of Jamie's dick like pairs of tiny hands all intent on extending the awesome feelings he was experiencing for the longest time possible.

Then Triv began the motion that every boy has had hard-wired into his mind since the dawn of the species - slowly at first but rapidly picking up pace, his cockhead playing havoc with Jamie's tactile senses.

Tay and I were mirroring Triv's and Jamie's actions, albeit in a slightly more experienced manner. Tay had wrapped his arms around my back and was fucking me with long, paced strokes that were sending me absolutely wild as I felt myself being rhytmically filled and vacated. I squeezed tighter on his backside with my legs and wrapped my arms round his upper body, my fingers clawing at his flexing spine. Our mouths, too, were being exercised to the full as they bit, chewed, sucked and licked on every accessible part of each other, us always rendez-vousing to exchange saliva as we swapped sides.

Tay's thrusts became progressively more agressive, accompanied by small "nngh" and "uhh" sounds along with the steady beating of his bollocks against my arse cheeks. He unclasped his hands from my arching back and manouvred them under my shoulderblades, each hand grasping my shoulders from behind to act as a brace for his next move. With each thrust, Tay began to move his outstretched knees and legs closer to me, slowly moving my arse into the air much like the back end of a car being jacked up.

After twenty or so thrusts, Tay was fucking my backside in a kneeling position, the new angle causing his dick to bash into parts of me I never even knew existed. His thrusts were now those of a horny teenager desperate to unload the cargo his balls had been so carefully looking after for the last few hours. Suddenly, he straightened his knees, shifting our entire weight onto the balls of his feet and my shoulder blades. His fucking now became frantic as he pounded into me, his now highly acute angle of entry sending yet another battery of feelings through me. I could no longer hold on and, just as Tay's mouth rejoined mine, I screamed down his throat, my dick squirting jet upon jet of my cum over both Tay and myself. I squeezed Tay as hard as I could with my embracing arms, legs and arse as he to yelled and began pumping his hot, white jizz deep into me with such force I felt sure I could taste it in my mouth.

We both came for what seemed like an eternity, my own jizz turning from a thick, creamy consistancy on my first couple of squirts to an almost water-like substance and finally to nothing at all, my testacles and prostate now completely depleted of all fluids. Yet we continued to cum, our orgasms waivering at the brink of ecstasy, the once so familiar feeling of orgasm without cum rushing back upon me, rather taking me by surprise.

As our orgasms began to fade, Tay slowly relaxed his over-tense legs, lowering us back down onto the soft SympaTex cover of my sleeping bag whilst the copious amounts of cum that had escaped the barrier of my arsehole ran down between Tay's balls and the top of my arse.

As we tenderly licked and kissed each other, both suffering from post-orgasmic shock, we suddenly became aware of the increading amount of noise and motion from our students. Triv was supporting his own body weight on his forearms so that there was about an inch gap between himself and Jamie, his biceps quite literally rippling as he steaded himself against the rhythm of his bucking hips.

Jamie, who was happily riding out what looked to be his fifth or sixth successive orgasm with an air of what could be described as nothing but euphoria about him, had one leg wrapped over Triv's lower back and the other twisted round one of his legs. Suddenly, Triv began to speed up his until now quite astonishingly well regulated strokes for a first-time-fuck, pushing Jamie further and further towards the back of the tent. Triv shuffled forward to keep his position relative to Jamie's migration until the taught canvas prevented them from going any further. However, this did result in the entire tent frame being whipped backwards and forwards. This, combined with canvas' lack of sound-proofing awards would certainly not leave a whole lot to the average passer-by's imagination.

But we didn't care. The tent smelled of that wonderful pheromone- laden hot-lad smell that, in my mind, simply could not be beaten. With an eerie yell that reverberated around the sides of the glacially formed valley, Triv plunged himself so hard into Jamie's arse that the seam joining the tarpaulin-style groundsheet to the canvas sides split, sending Jamie's head out into the cold night air. Tay and I, still coupled, watched as Triv's bittocks flexed marking each squirt of his his orgasm. We counted five strong pulses, closely followed by the customary aftershocks.

Triv collapsed as if unconscious on top of his apparantly headless partner, his racing respiration gradually slowing to one of rest.

The peace lasted a whole twenty seconds.

"ARRGH! What the fuck was that?" came Jamie's slightly muffled voice from "outside" the tent.

"At a guess I'd say that was Triv," smiled Tay who was now lieing half on me, tracing a circle round my very erect right nipple with the tip of his finger, his sweat-matted hair splayed across me.

"Unless he's grown shitloads of wool since I last saw him, that definitely weren't Triv!" he protested, trying to wiggle his head back through the newly created back door.

Just then, we heard a blood-curdling scream from the other tent. We all looked at each other for a moment, then started the manic scramble for underware to facilitate the rescue of Spider from whatever evil had set upon him. In assorted stages of undress, we stumbled out into the exceedingly nippy air to see a rather strange shadow projected through the canvas of his tent by one of the many torches he had been carrying. I ran over to the flap and, seeing that it was already half way open, ducked down and stuck my head inside.

What I witnessed will be engraved in my memory for all time and caused me to piss myself with laughter almost immediately. "Hey guys, have a butcher's at this!"

The others came over and pulled the zip all the way open to reveal the source of my amusement. Spidey was huddled up right in the corner of the tent, knees drawn up to his chest and face as pale as stone. For good reason. Next to him, looking quite bemused at all the fuss, was a moderately large sheep, content on chewing Spidey's pair of discarded boxer shorts.

"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!" laughed Jamie, practically doubling himself up.

"Look, Spider - all ya had to do was ask, man," chipped in Tay.

"Just get this fuckin' thing outta here!" yelled Spider, obviously not at all amused by the situation in the slightest.

"OK, Tony... Gi's a hand will ya, Triv? Triv?" I looked up to see him running back from his tent armed with a camera.

"Say 'Mint Sauce'," he grinned as he squeezed off a few frames, much to Tony's horror. On the fourth shot, Triv turned the flash on to supplement the orangie yellow glow of the torch and pressed the shutter. The sheep looked like it had had a red-hot poker rammed up its backside and legged it full pelt into the darkness, sending me and Jamie flying - but not before it had time to jettison the partially processed contents of its large intestine into his tent.

"SHIT!" yelled Spider at the pungent smell of sheep-diahorea filled his nostrils. The brown-green slime started to make its way down the slightly sloping floor of the tent towards the cocooned Spider, desperately trying to get his hands free so he could execute an evasive manouvre. He failed, the lake of crap surrounding his sleeping bag. Tay lent in and grabbed Tony under his armpits and pulled him out into the open, managing to shrug off his shit-soaked sleeping bag and abandon it at the tent's entrance.

"So, where you gonna sleep now?"

"Yeah! You reckon you can put up with us queers?"

"It'll get pretty friendly in there - five in a three man tent..."

"What the fuck else can I do?"


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