Camping Out PT 3

A couple of hours later, Dustin comes bustin into my tent. “Jeez Dustin—don’t you see I’m fuckin here”, I let out in a loud whisper. “Oh sorry Matthew—fuck it’s just Kelso. Here Matthew—taste this dick”. I open my mouth as I continued the onslaught I was giving to Kelso’s ass, and Dustin crams his still half hard dick into me. I come off after a couple of seconds. “Damm Dustin—that dick is nasty”. Dustin lets out a light chuckle, “Ya—told you Id have that bois shit on my dick—I busted him up good” proclaims my lil bro proudly. “Well, tell me all about it tomorrow—let me finish up here”. “OK Matthew—later”

Dustin exits the tent, and I return my attention to Kelso’s ass. I was getting pretty close to blowing when Dustin came in and stuck his dirty dick into my mouth. Now the taste of ass slime, jizz, and strawberry flavored lube lingered in my mouth. One quick whiff of my bushy ripe stinkin pit sent me over the edge. Grabbing Kelso my the waist with both hands, I gave a final slam into the depths of his guts, and unloaded. Nine shots of heavy jock goo go blasting into his ass. I continued the onslaught until totally spent, with Kelso now blowing his load all over my sleeping bag. Still on his belly, I bend down and spread his hairy cheeks, and lap up the bit of nut now oozing out of his hole. Rolling over on my back I light us up both a smoke. We toke them down and then stretch out for some sleep—tomorrow morning would come early.

Saturday morning—6:00 AM

Ta dot dodda dot, ta dot dotta dot

Ta dot daddaa dot da da da

Ok, if ya aint clever enough to figure that out, that was reveille.

Kenny Mattox belts out the whole thing on his bugle.

Two b o y s at the flag pole are raising the Americn flag, the Texas state flag, and our crew flag. Mr. Abernathy comes bolting out of their tent wearing just a pr of sweats. “Matthew—Matthew–what’s that fuckin noise”? He asks in almost a panic. I flash a grin as Kelso and me emerge from our tent, bearing only our boxers, and about half a boner :). “Morning campers—as John Wayne would say–‘were burning daylight” .

The line starts quickly as most of the b o y s line up for their first cup of coffee, as the smell of bacon and eggs quickly fills the air about the camp site. About 6 tables were set up, and I wave for the Abernathy’s to join Dustin and me. Handing them some coffee, with the ‘fixins’ already on the table, Mrs. Abernathy exclaims about the awesomeness of the coffee. “Yes ma’mm—open fire camp coffee—best there is”.