SUMMER CAMP

 

All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......

 

 

CHAPTER 1 - INTRODUCTION

 

Hi it's me, Jo Ashram, I'm back again, putting pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) to carry on where I left off with "Becoming a Model Patient". It's been a week since the private party, life is resuming some semblance of normality and my body has stopped aching from the ordeal it endured the previous week! It is now the University's summer holidays and virtually all of the students have gone home for the duration. As a result we (Ethan, Tang, Marc and I) are not required, instead we will receive a retaining fee until the autumn term commences. For me this is music to my ears, six weeks to do as I please and get paid for it!

 

Having parted company with the guys late on Saturday morning I went home and caught up with all the mundane chores that were waiting for me i.e. housework, washing, shopping etc. What a come down, I thought, from being the centre of attention at an orgy to being a cleaner! On the other hand it was good to get some time to myself, straighten out my head and get my ego back to a manageable size.... By the evening I'd completed all the chores and had crashed out on my sofa with a couple of bottles of beer to watch a football match on TV. Compared to the football games that I'd played it all seemed rather tame and before long I called it a day, went upstairs, had a shower and crawled naked into bed exhausted.

 

I had a restless night, tossing and turning feeling that something was missing. When I did eventually drift off to sleep I dreamt of a handsome muscular black man who kept enveloping his arms and legs around me, pinning me down. I felt both trapped and secure simultaneously, initially I tried to resist his encompassing limbs but after a long struggle I gave up the fight. No sooner had I relinquished control than I felt his throbbing cock nudging at my back door, surrendering to the sensations I let him in and felt him slide up inside me until he could go no further. Then my dream took a surreal turn because I felt his cock expanding and his body merging into mine until we had become one person yet retaining our own identities. The dream faded out but one word lingered in my mind - Marc.

 

Sunday morning dawned late for me; pulling back the bedroom curtains I squinted and held a hand out before my eyes as the hot summer sun struck me full in the face. It felt good on my skin but was a shock to my senses having only just woken up. Once my eyes became accustomed to the brightness I gazed out over my back garden. Garden? More like a jungle! It is my pride and joy but since working at the University I simply haven't had the time or energy to devote to it and in my absence the grass and weeds had grown like wildfire turning the neat borders, lawn and vegetable patch into a wilderness. I decided that today was the day I regained control of the wilderness, so quickly making my bed I donned a pair of shorts, went downstairs to have some breakfast before making my way out into the garden. I have always found gardening therapeutic so as I mowed the lawn any cares I had melted away, life felt wonderful and I was in my own little world. In the background I heard a phone ringing, sounds familiar I thought, then with a jolt I realised it was my phone! I raced into the kitchen, and yes, as is predictable it stopped ringing as I ran into the room. Checking the missed call function I saw it was Marc, my heart skipped a beat, I wondered what he wanted and it seemed like ages since I'd last spoken to him (all of one week). Wasting no time I called him back, trying to maintain a calm tone in my voice was considerably harder than it should have been especially when his baritone and slightly husky voice answered my call with a "Hello dude, I was hoping you'd call me back".

 

Making small talk for a few minutes Marc then asked "What are you doing right now?"

 

"I am standing in my hallway wearing just a pair of shorts, all hot and sweaty as I'm in the middle of mowing the lawn, then I will spend several hours weeding."

 

"Sounds like you need a pair of helping hands!" Marc declared "I'll be round in half an hour."

 

Keeping my broad grin in check I said "Why thank you kind Sir, I'll pop some cans of beer in the fridge for afterwards. When you arrive, just come round the back, the gate will be open".

 

"Will do" he replied before hanging up.

 

Heading back to the garden I had an extra spring in my step as I got back into the swing of mowing. That half an hour flew past because before I knew it I heard the sound of the back gate opening and a man's wolf whistle.

 

Looking over my shoulder I shot him a big grin and then said "You're not so bad yourself."

 

Boy was he one fit looking man! A black guy in his early forties, heavy set, close cropped hair with a goatee. Today he was wearing combat trousers, his customary muscle vest and work boots. Smiling in return he sauntered over and gave me a great big bear hug and to my astonishment a long lusty kiss on the lips before stepping back. After getting my breath back I raised my eye brows and asked him what brought that on.

 

"Oh, I don't know, I guess I've missed you buddy" was his amused reply.

 

With that he sat down on the back door step and motioned for me to continue cutting the grass.

 

"Cheeky beggar" I said, "I thought you were coming to help me."

 

Marc replied "I'll help with the weeding shortly but in the meantime I'm going to sit there and admire the hot body labouring before me!"

 

Well, I guess he had a point (being very modest of course); from what I saw in the mirror and other guys had told me I was reasonably pleasing to the eye. My olive skin tones and black hair which cover most of my chest, arms and legs (but thankfully not too much on my back) and now thanks to the University's gymnasium, my muscles were well developed, which all seem to make me a target of both men and women's eyes.

 

Chuckling to myself I resumed the grass cutting, doing my best to ignore Marc's smirking each time I headed towards him with the mower, and his eyes burning into my back as I headed away. Soon enough I'd completed the grass cutting, putting the mower away I sat down next to Marc just close enough to touch him but outside of his personal space.

 

"Hey you look like you could do with a beer" he said.

 

"I would love one, there's some in the fridge" I replied.

 

Jumping up Marc fetched two cans of beer and sat back down within an inch of me, clearly he wanted to be closer to me. Taking a couple of swigs from my can I turned to Marc and asked what his plans were for today. He looked at me thoughtfully for a couple of seconds before responding.

 

"My sons are staying with their mother this weekend, so I'm free to spend some time with my favourite fuck buddy without suspicions being raised in my kids' inquisitive minds. I am hoping to stay overnight, if you have no objections, stay until mid morning before leaving to collect them around lunch time."

 

Inside I was elated but I managed to retain a veneer of composure, with a trace of a smile I raised my can took a swig and said "Your plans are fine by me but we have some work to do first."

 

Giving him a hard push which sent him sprawling, with a giggle I jumped up and headed for the shed to fetch two sets of kneeling pads, hand forks and gloves. Turning round I saw that Marc was still sitting where I'd left him, giving him a mock frown and told him to get up and help me or I would punish him later. Calling me a slave driver he rose and sauntered over and took the tools from me and we set to work on the flower beds.

 

Within an hour we had completed the beds and were making headway with the vegetable patch, it was hot work under the baking sun and I could feel the sun burning my back. Marc, sweating profusely, decided enough was enough and stripped off his top then started unbuckling his belt. Nervously I glanced at the neighbouring houses, laughing Marc told me not to worry he had boxer shorts underneath. Relieved, I resumed watching Marc remove his trousers, God I could gaze at his body forever! Bringing myself to my senses I returned to the task at hand concentrating as hard as I could on pulling up weeds. Finally we were done and surveying the garden I was pleased with the results and said so.

 

Smiling in acknowledgement, he took my hand and led me inside and up to the bathroom where we stripped off our shorts and stepped into the shower. Soaping each other up was incredibly sensual, I could have exploded there and then, but Marc had other ideas. Each time my hands drifted down to my crutch he growled and slapped them away. As time went on my needs became more urgent and my hips began to buck trying to make contact with any surface to get some friction. Marc acknowledged the situation by kneeling down in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist he slowly licked his way up my shaft. Aaargh! I didn't know if I was in agony or ecstasy but my balls were getting tighter and tighter and my cock was beginning to pulse. Finally his mouth reached my cockhead and in one smooth movement he swallowed the whole of my cock so that his goatee was pressing into my balls. I could contain myself no longer and with one almighty groan I started to orgasm sending load after load of jism down his throat. I expected him to pull away, instead he simply swallowed it all and carried on sucking my cock until I stopping jerking around and my cock started to shrink.

 

Releasing me, he stood up gave me a broad grin and led me by the hand to the bedroom, not even pausing to dry ourselves. Pushing me sharply in the back in the direction of the bed, I stumbled and landed in an ungainly sprawl face down but before I could utter a rebuke I felt two large hands take hold of my thighs and forcefully spread them wide, then his bearded mouth pushed its way between my cheeks and a hot wet tongue started lapping at my whole. Any thoughts of protest swiftly evaporated as I gave into the heavenly sensations caused by his probing tongue, round and round it lapped before darting in and out, then thrusting back in again before slowly retreating. My hips responded by rising and falling in time to his lapping trying to get as much of his tongue in me as possible, my cock began to rouse once more. Before long the tongue withdrew and I felt the bed move as Marc changed his position on the bed and in the place of his tongue I felt his cockhead gently push against my ring.

 

I knew what was coming, looking up at him I asked "Do me a favour please and use some lube as my hole is tight and virginal."

 

Between fits of laughter he said "I don't think so, not when you can take two fists up there quite comfortably!"

 

"Good point," I replied "but it would be kinder on me though."