Angus found himself with a golden opportunity. It began innocuously enough: standing in line at the grocery store. The women at the checkout in front of him did not particularly interest him at first, until he overheard them mention his favorite topic: young boys.
The junior boy scouts were having a wilderness retreat, apparently, starting that weekend. The camp was located on Crescent Island National Park according to Angus’s suddenly-keen eavesdropping, a convenient ferry ride across the bay from where Angus himself lived. What’s more, Angus happened to know, the forested island was open to the general public as well; home to a well-known if not particularly well-attended campground.
Angus had always been curious about camping. It was not something he’d done with his own father, who was a busy man largely absent from Angus’s day-to-day life, but it was something he’d always meant to try: soothing, simple, relaxing. There was something pleasingly primal about the very concept of it.
Somehow though, Angus had never quite gotten around to it. It had always seemed too... lonely. He preferred to spend his days out in public, people-watching. More specifically, he preferred to spend the time frantically lusting after the young boys he saw in parks or on the subway, enjoying the sight of them in their natural element the way a hungry man might stand outside of a restaurant to smell the aromas from the kitchen.
Now, however, he found himself with an unexpected opportunity to combine these two interests: camping and oggling young boys.
Angus bought camping gear and a single sleeping bag just large enough for himself and Angel. Angel was the name Angus had given to the boy he had picked up when no one was looking, upon whom he satiated his many carnal desires. Angel was of similar age to the boy scouts who would be attending the camp, as far as Angus could tell. Angus was hopeful that he would provide reasonable camouflage; perfectly innocent for an older man to bring his young “nephew” camping, especially around so many other young boys.
On the national park website, Angus perused the available camping sites, choosing the one closest to the large group cabins where the boy scouts would likely be staying. He made a reservation and booked two tickets on the ferry.
“We’re going on a trip!” he told Angel cheerfully. “You’ll get to spend some time outdoors, maybe meet some new friends! Won’t that be nice?”
Angel, as usual, looked skeptical and said nothing. Angus did not let this bother him.
The island, when they arrived, was perfectly picturesque with its rocky beaches and enormous pine trees. Even on the ferry ride over Angus could see the information he’d overheard was correct; the shoreline was practically teeming with young boys in their swimming trunks. Angus felt his mouth watering.
The individual camping plot they’d reserved was small, but more than enough space for the two of them. Though summer, the dirt lot was half-covered with orange-brown fir needles that gave the place an excitingly rugged scent. Angus set down their gear next to the metal-lined fire pit at the center of the campsite and breathed deep.
He set up the tent quickly and somewhat carelessly, eager to get out and participate in his favorite spectator activity at the beach. He changed himself and Angel into swim shorts, so eager to be going that he barely did more than fondle the boy a little as he undressed him, slipping a few sunscreen-smeared fingers perfunctorily into the child’s anus and rocking them around more out of habit than desire. He was uncertain whether Angel knew how to swim, so he made sure to equip the boy with both a life vest and little orange arm floaties that would keep him on the surface of the water. Finally, he took the child’s hand and led them both to the shore.
The “beach,” such as it was, was little more than a roped-off area of mud and stone that sloped gradually into the water. But of course Angus had not come for crystal-white sand or palm trees. When they finally arrived, he sighed in appreciation: it was just what he’d hoped for. Everywhere he looked, half-dressed young boys galavanted and horsed around with each other, dunking each other in the water with excited yelps, chasing each other along the shore, and generally expressing their youthful exuberance.
He sat down on a stone towards the edge of the cleared shore space, nudging Angel forward. “Go on,” he told the boy. “Go play!”
Angel wore his usual uncertain expression, but made his way down to the water gamely enough. He did not immediately join any of the other boys, but instead tread water alone, watching them play just as silently as Angus himself.
Angus was hard very quickly. He tried to sit in such a way that it would not be obvious to onlookers as he eagerly drank in the sight of the playing youths.
The junior boy scouts were a variety of ages, but skewed towards the younger forms that Angus so adored. An older teen was watching them from a lifeguard’s chair, but he had eyes only on the children in the water, not on Angus. He didn’t see the way the man practically drooled at the hairless young legs and carelessly tousled locks, the pert bottoms and bared, narrow torsos.
There were so many. Splashing in the water. Digging in the dirt. Angus imagined himself wading in among them, snagging one here and there to fuck, or forcing an innocent young mouth down onto his cock. He imagined them fucking each other, overwhelmed by their youthful vigor and unable to contain their desire for each other, tumbling one another onto the ground and helplessly rubbing their bare flesh together, too inexperienced to understand what to do with these strange urges.
It wasn’t that far to go, as a fantasy; already two boys were wrestling each other on the bare dirt, playfully scuffling for dominance. Angus watched the way the nipples of one boy scraped up against the others’ back as he grabbed the smaller child around the middle and tried to haul him backwards. The smaller boy laughed and protested until a third youth joined them and grabbed his ankles, and the two larger boys lifted the smaller one up between them, eagerly tossing him into the water of the bay.
Angus swallowed helplessly.
On the other end of the beach, a youth caught Angus’s attention by virtue of his exaggerated stealth as he snuck up on another boy. Angus turned to look just in time as the first boy lunged at the second and grabbed the boy’s swim trunks, pulling them down to his ankles.
The second boy screeched and quickly grabbed at his shorts, pulling them back up as best he could, but Angus had already seen the delightful little penis exposed to the open air. And even after this recovery, the tugging hand of the first boy kept the shorts pulled down far enough that the tight, pert buttocks of the embarrassed child were still fully exposed to the open air.
Angus hoped desperately that the boy would take advantage of the bare rump and try to stick his hand into the other boy’s anus, or at least grab one of the plump little cheeks and squeeze it, but of course he did not. What he did indulge, however, was a sharp, teasing smack on the exposed buttocks, hard enough to leave a bright pink handprint.
Angus thought he was going to perish from desire. He couldn’t resist any longer. He stood, careful to turn himself away from the lifeguard, and waded into the water. It was a hot summer day, and the water was warm enough that it did nothing to suppress Angus’s raging arousal. He glanced around for Angel. The boy was, surprisingly, actually in conversation with a few other children, but they scattered at Angus’s approach, too shy to remain in the presence of an adult.
Without further preamble, Angus dragged the boy further into the water, wading in until the boy’s various flotation equipment dangled his young body just deep enough to place his rear end at Angus’s crotch level.
The water of the bay was somewhat silty, murky enough to hide anything beneath the surface of the water, but Angus still pulled Angel as close as he could to the buoy-lined edge of the designated swimming area, trying to be as discreet as possible. He arranged the boy so his back was against Angus’s front, arms holding him as though steadying him for swimming lessons. With his eyes once more roaming the assembled shouting youths, Angus used one hand to pull down the back of the boy’s shorts and the other to carefully guide his painfully stiff erection into the boy’s hole.
Angus seated himself as deeply as he could in Angel with a sigh of relief. The child was still lubed-up from the earlier attentions of Angus’s fingers, and Angus slid in without any trouble. Surrounded by the familiar press of the boy’s rectum, Angus continued to watch the other boys play. Every carelessly suggestive touch or too-familiar grapple of flesh made Angus’s dick twitch inside the boy’s passage. With his now free hands he grabbed the child’s hips and yanked him back hard, wrenching him down onto Angus’s cock with as much force as he could manage.
Watching the boys while inside Angel was a new level of fantasy for Angus. Never had his voyeurism had such direct physical stimulation. Casually he began some minimal thrusts into the boy, careful not to move so much that he would draw attention to them. He fucked the boy quietly and surreptitiously until he was bucking helplessly against the young bottom, filling the boy’s receptive hole with his eager seed.
With a genial pat of the boy’s butt, Angus straightened up both their shorts and waded back onto the beach to continue his observations.
Twice more during the midday swim Angus was so overcome with lust that he was forced to use the boy as its receptacle, emptying his fantasies in spurts into the boy’s rectum, hidden beneath the surface of the water. It probably would have been more, but after a few hours a camp counselor came by to gather the boy scouts for some sort of afternoon crafting session, leaving Angus and Angel alone at the shore.
Immensely satisfied with the day’s activities thus far, Angus helped the boy towel dry and then walked back with him to the campsite.
This time, as they undressed in the tent, Angus took the opportunity to ravish the boy more thoroughly. Grabbing up the suntan lotion, he used the cream as an excuse to run his hands over every inch of the boy’s skin, massaging it into every nook and cranny. His fingers worked the white substance into the boy’s armpits, over his elbows, and along his spine. He massaged it into the boy’s neck and even rubbed it onto the curved shell of his ears.
Finally he spread more on his fingers and delved eagerly once more into the boy’s hole, causing his earlier deposits of semen to begin to leak out of the child. With the boy on elbows and knees in front of him, Angus eagerly plunged three fingers in and out of his ass with a graphic squelching noise. In thrust after thrust he drove his fingers home, sinking them as deep into the boy as he could manage.
The boy’s hole was already red and puffy from Angus’s earlier attentions, and it was just too adorable for the man to resist. He withdrew his fingers and once more slid his cock into place inside the child. He gave a happy groan as he sank into him. The boy’s ass felt like coming home. Angus used his knee to nudge the boy’s legs a little farther apart and leisurely began to fuck him. The boy’s passage was tight and hot as it clenched around him, as usual.
Unburdened by the overwhelming stimulation of viewing so many young boys at once, Angus was finally able to take his time and fuck the boy properly. He kept his thrusts long and slow, impaling him deeply and drawing out to just the head each time. He took time to appreciate the way the reddened ring of the boy’s anus swallowed him eagerly each time he plunged in, the soft wet sounds it made as it welcomed him.
By the time he finally came inside the boy for the fourth time that day, Angus was exhausted. His orgasm felt like every ounce of energy leaving his body, the tent a warm and comforting cocoon as he deposited yet another helping of semen into the tender young passage. Angus felt like he could sleep for a week.
Before he could drift off, however, a high-pitched voice came from outside the tent.
“Excuse me? Um, hello? Mister?”
Blinking in surprise, Angus pulled up his shorts and then reached over and pulled up Angel’s shorts as well to hide the cum beginning to leak out of him.
Two other youths were standing there, wearing boy scout uniforms so cute Angus felt like he might have a heart attack. One looked to be about Angel’s age, dark-skinned or perhaps just well-tanned, while the other appeared to be a few years older, in his younger teen years, with dark tousled hair and a childishly charming face. Both wore green sashes with a series of patches sewn on. Angus wondered what they all meant—in what ways had these boys proven their merit?
The older boy cleared his throat nervously, and then sputtered, as though rehearsed: “Can your son come out and play?”
Angus’s eyes widened in surprise. Had Angel made some friends? He looked back over his shoulder at the boy, who was only just now sitting up, wincing as he sat back on his abused bottom. Angel looked up shyly, glancing back and forth between Angus and the two new boys. He seemed reserved, but interested.
Startled into uncertainty, Angus waved him forward. “If you want to, you can go,” he said. “Just don’t go too far, alright? And come right back here afterwards. And be back before it gets dark.”
“No problem!” the older boy chirped happily. “We’re just going to go play in the woods over there!” He gestured off behind the campsite. “There’s some really cool mushrooms growing by this tree that got knocked over!”
Angel was already pushing past him, having apparently put on his flip-flops while Angus wasn’t looking. “Make sure you don’t touch or eat anything you don’t recognize!” Angus cautioned them as they started to walk away. “You can look at the mushrooms, but don’t pick them!”
“We know!” the boys assured him, and then they were disappearing into the trees, leaving a somewhat flummoxed Angus behind. Huh. So the boy had made some friends, somehow. Wonders never cease. Angus yawned, lulled once more by the warmth of the tent. He took the opportunity to lie down for a nap.
Angus awoke with a start an uncertain amount of time later. Angel was not back yet. His mind now clear of its post-orgasmic haze, Angus was immediately paranoid. Anxiety clawed at him. What had he been thinking, letting Angel go off alone like that? What if he ran away? What if he went to one of the camp counselors and told them everything? What if he simply fell afoul of more mundane, traditional boyish dangers, like eating something strange in the woods or tripping and breaking an ankle?
Pulling on some clothes hurriedly, Angus struggled his way out of the tent. The daylight indicated it was still late afternoon, so he couldn’t have been asleep that long. Heart straining with worry, Angus started off into the woods. Then, uncertain, he came back and dug a notepad and pen out of his bag, scribbling down a quick note for Angel in case he returned while Angus was out looking for him. Leaving it just inside the tent, he turned once again and headed for the woods.
The air was full of golden light and birdsong amidst the dense trees, in a way that would have been beautiful if Angus had been in a mental state to appreciate it. Instead he strode as quickly and quietly as he could through the undergrowth, straining his ears for any sounds of children playing nearby.
For what seemed like eternity there was nothing but the chirping of insects and the occasional high, thready notes of finches and sparrows. Then, finally, Angus’s desperately-seeking ears caught something that sounded like a low muttering off to his left. With a sigh of relief, Angus turned in that direction and opened his mouth to call out to the boys.
But he stopped short when he rounded a tree trunk and the youths finally came into view. Angus ducked back behind the tree instantly, heart hammering. The sight that met his eyes was beyond his wildest fantasies.
Angel was kneeling on all fours on the forest floor, his mouth enveloping the crotch of the young boy in front of him as that boy leaned back against a tree trunk. Behind him, the older youth knelt with his hands on Angel’s hips, thrusting recklessly into his ass.
Angus peeked silently around the tree once more; the unbelievable vision had not changed. The boys did not seem to have spotted him yet, fully absorbed in their activities. The youth that Angel was fellating let out an occasional whimper. His eyes were scrunched shut, fist clenched in his own shirt, looking helpless to understand what was happening to him. Angel’s head was bobbing up and down over the boy’s cock with earnest and dedicated effort.
The other boy, unlike the first, seemed in complete control. He rammed himself eagerly into Angel over and over, thrusting like he knew what he was doing. The smile on his face was twisted, almost cruel.
Angus wondered how this could possibly have come about. Was it Angel’s idea? Had the children seen what Angus had done to him and decided to try to replicate it? Or was this always the intent of these young scouts and the fact that Angel was still full of Angus’s own cum from earlier some absurd coincidence?
Angus could feel himself getting hard, but he didn’t dare interrupt the proceedings. Instead he quietly pushed down the waistband of his own shorts and took himself in hand, rubbing his cock silently as he watched the boys pleasure each other.
The younger boy’s whimpers became more frequent and uncertain and then suddenly his hips were bucking into Angel’s mouth. Angus couldn’t tell if the boy’s orgasm was dry or if Angel was just drinking it down; either way Angel’s throat bobbed as he swallowed around the tiny cock.
The older boy behind them smirked. “Okay, now your turn,” he said. It was clear neither of the other boys knew what he meant, because they didn’t move. The older boy spit in his hand and reached under Angel to smear the wetness onto the boy’s cock, rubbing him up to erection in the process.
Then, somehow without pulling out of Angel, he reached forward and yanked at the young boy who had just been fellated, tumbling him down onto his knees. Lifting Angel’s hips with his cock still embedded inside him, the older boy maneuvered both of them until they were behind the young boy who had collapsed. Guiding their bodies with his hands, the older boy placed the head of Angel’s cock at the boy’s entrance and then pushed them together, thrusting himself as hard as he could into Angel at the same time so that the boy’s cock sank into the other youth.
Both of the younger boys groaned. Angus watched the way Angel’s hips shuddered uncontrollably. The older boy then continued to thrust, fucking them both through Angel as though the boy’s entire body was nothing more than an oversized condom.
“It’s good, right?” the older boy said breathlessly as he claimed them. “Doesn’t it feel good?” Neither of the others responded, at least verbally, although the younger boy on the bottom had started whimpering once more.
Silence returned to the forest except for the wet slapping sounds of the boys fucking each other. The older boy reached down to grab the hips of the youngest boy so he could pull them both back at the same time, impaling Angel between the two scouts like the meat in a sandwich.
He must just be hitting puberty, Angus thought; he could see a few stray pubic hairs darkening his crotch and balls each time he pulled out of Angel’s ass. The boy grunted softly when he thrust back in hard, clearly trying to get himself deeper. Angus’s hand on his own cock sped up, squeezing himself. He wanted to draw out his own pleasure, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t have the time.
He was right; soon afterwards, the older boy’s thrusts began to speed up as well. He rammed home into Angel again and again, driving him forward into the younger boy. Both Angel and the younger boy were whimpering and whining now, though whether in pleasure or protest it was difficult to say. Angus watched the uneven way the motion drove them forward into each other, like puppets controlled by another’s movements. A few more rapid plunges of the older boy’s cock and he was coming into Angel’s ass. Angus watched his balls pulse and tighten, his entire body going rigid as he shot his seed into the well-fed hole.
Angus was pretty sure neither of the other two boys had come during this particular escapade, but the older boy didn’t appear to care. He slipped casually out of Angel and pulled up his uniform shorts, buttoning them quickly and easily. Then he yanked Angel out of the other boy, causing them both to cry out.
“Come on Bobby,” the older boy muttered quietly, grabbing the other young scout by the arm. “If we don’t get back to camp before it gets dark, the counselor’s gonna kill us.” He lifted the other child—Bobby, presumably—to his feet and helped him fix his uniform as well.
“Can you find your way back on your own?” he asked Angel, who still lay panting and hard on the forest floor, ass in the air. Angel didn’t respond, but the boy didn’t stay to check on him, instead grabbing Bobby’s hand and dragging him off into the woods.
As soon as they were out of sight, Angus darted out from behind the tree and fell onto Angel’s prone body like a predator onto prey. He slid his cock up Angel’s delightfully-presented ass and came immediately, overstimulated and desperate with it. “What a good boy,” he murmured in Angel’s ear as he came and came and came into him in what felt like endless waves. “What a good, good boy.”
Angus squeezed his eyes shut as he finished emptying his pleasure into Angel’s body. He was not going to be letting the boy get much sleep tonight, that was certain. Not with the vivid images of these new fantasies burned into his brain, searing the backs of his eyelids.
And to think, they had the campsite reserved for the entire week!