A week was a long time to spend camping, but for Angus the days fairly flew by. It helped that he had something engrossing to do, or rather someone. If Angel felt any differently about his repeated ravishing out in the wilderness compared to the comforts of home, he made no indication. And Angus’s attentions were constant: he was continuously turned on by the nearby boy scouts as he watched them, and often found himself in need of relief, for which Angel served his usual purpose.
The boy scouts were busy. Their activities included arts and crafts, fire-building, plant identification, and more. Angus’s favorites were, of course, the activities where the boys were encouraged to be partially undressed, such as swimming or boating or, memorably, capture-the-flag.
He had sat on a nearby bench watching the proceedings while the boys chased each other around, dogpiling on the current flag-holder when the occasion arose. The boys were instructed to keep the flag in the back pocket of their shorts, so much of the game consisted of the youths snatching desperately at each other’s asses. There had been multiple partial pull-downs of said shorts, although nothing that exposed a boy’s entire ass, unfortunately.
Angus had placed Angel on his lap for the proceedings, allowing his cock to harden under the boy’s cheeks, twitching desperately against the bottoms of his thighs. It reminded him of when he’d first met the boy back on the subway, not altogether that long ago. Now, however, he had greater control over the situation and had come prepared.
He’d had them both wear their swim clothes, partially for ease of access and partially in order to plausibly carry around a towel. It made it much easier to drape the cloth over both of their laps and hide his actions as he casually pulled down the back of Angel’s shorts and the front of his own so he could slip inside the boy, the bare skin of Angel’s back warm and sticky with sweat against Angus’s own bare stomach. Thus, while the boy scouts played their rough and tumble game, Angus had a quick tumble of his own, burying himself inside of Angel so the boy’s passage could stimulate his desperate cock while he watched the scouts’ recreation.
That had been quite the afternoon. Angus had come three separate times inside Angel on that bench, barely needing to thrust. All he had to do was let the boy sit impaled on his needy organ and the delicious sight of the other boys playing did the rest. When he was too stimulated to bear it anymore, Angus would merely grab Angel’s hips and wrench him down as hard as he could while he came. Although there were several adults and older children in the vicinity, everyone was paying attention to the capture-the-flag game, and no one seemed to notice Angus easing his lust off to the side.
And so five days passed far quicker than Angus had imagined they would. He was already beginning to mourn the week’s passage before it was even over. When again would he get such an opportunity to enjoy the sight of so many boys behaving with such abandon? He tried to stave off such thoughts as much as possible; after all, he didn’t want to spoil his enjoyment of what time he had remaining.
The afternoon of the second-to-last day brought one of the greatest joys yet: water guns. Angus discovered the group of boys playing on the lawn in front of the main administration building as he was taking an afternoon walk by himself. Angel was taking a well-deserved nap back in the tent, sore and well-used from that morning’s attentions, so it was only Angus himself around to witness the spectacle.
It didn’t seem to be an organized event, merely a handful of the young boys running around shirtless and hosing each other down with liquid from their plastic weaponry; large, rifle-like contraptions that apparently required some rather phallic pumping back and forth before they were ready to squirt. It was the stuff of fantasies, watching the boys rub up and down on the shafts of their guns with dedication, then squeal with joy as they shot sprays of liquid onto each other, hooting with laughter throughout. Angus once again found a nearby bench to sit on as an observer.
It didn’t take long before he was so hard it was painful. Watching the liquid drip down the boys’ bare chests, watching them enact such sexual gestures with no idea what they were doing, it was altogether too much. Angus wished desperately that he’d brought Angel with him; his cock was practically weeping for relief after barely fifteen minutes of watching the proceedings.
Biting his lip, Angus looked around for an opportunity to relieve himself. He could be quick, perhaps, and then return to watch the boys play more afterwards. Yes. An acceptable plan. Angus stood gingerly and headed past the boys and towards the admin building, intending to go around the corner to the rear, which was closer to the treeline and generally more discreet. He would take care of himself quickly, and then return.
As he turned the corner of the building, however, his plans took an abrupt turn. It seemed he was not alone in his seeking of privacy. In a shaded corner under the lee of the roof, Angus found two boys hiding away from the main group. They were shirtless, as the other boys playing in front of the building had been, and one of them held a water rifle. With a start, Angus recognized them as Bobby and the older child that he’d seen fucking Angel in the woods earlier.
The position they were in now was not quite as compromising as that previous encounter had been, but neither was it innocent. Although they were both still wearing their shorts, Bobby was on his knees in front of the other boy. As Angus watched, the older boy stuck the nozzle of the water gun into Bobby’s mouth and began to pump it. It seemed he was not immune to the sexual overtones of the object either, because moments later he grunted, “Here it comes! Let’s see how much you can fit in your mouth, slut!” as he pulled the trigger on the plastic weapon.
Angus watched as Bobby’s cheeks swelled with water, his mouth filling until it spilled from his lips around the gun and dribbled down his chin. He whimpered as the liquid filled him unbearably quickly, until finally he was forced to wrench his head off of the toy and turn to the side, spluttering and coughing as he spit out the water.
The older boy had a sick grin, and opened his mouth to say something else. But the words never came; at that very moment Angus shifted his weight and a twig snapped under his shoe, causing both boys to startle and look over at him.
The older boy abruptly hid the gun behind his back as though it was something he should not have, his eyes widening. “Uh,” he said, “we were just playing. Nothing weird! Um, I gotta go!”
He dashed past Agnus, back towards the other boys out front, the guilty energy radiating off of him like a stench. This left Angus alone behind the admin building with Bobby, the boy still on his knees, bent to one side and coughing.
And well, who was Angus to turn down such a neatly offered gift? He had, after all, come here to relieve his lust.
Angus unzipped his shorts as he strode over to Bobby, grabbing the boy’s shoulder and pulling him to his feet. He was not quite tall enough on his knees to reach Angus’s crotch, but standing put him at the perfect height. With an ecstatic sigh, Angus slipped his cock into the boy’s mouth before the youth was aware enough of what was happening to protest.
Angus held Bobby’s head steady with both hands as he began to thrust into the warm, moist cavern. The boy started to struggle as soon as he realized what was going on, but it was far too late at that point. Angus’s fingers were buried in the boy’s hair and tightened warningly until Bobby calmed down.
As he fucked the boy’s face, Angus wondered what other abuses the older child had heaped on this young one. Did he come to Bobby in his cabin at night, steal into his bed and fuck him quietly so as not to wake those around them? Had he been dragging the boy off into the woods every day, as he had when Angus had caught them, in order to satisfy his newly-burgeoning urges? Angus’s fantasies ran rampant as his cock slid in and out, in and out, in and out of Bobby’s mouth.
He began to push harder at the apexes of his thrusts, forcing the head of his cock down Bobby’s throat each time. The boy was clearly not used to this and gagged every time, but the spasming and clenching of his throat felt good regardless, and Angus’s hands in the boy’s hair kept him from pulling away.
Finally, feeling his orgasm closing in, Angus took a firm grip to ensure Bobby couldn’t move. “Let’s actually see what you can take,” he murmured to the boy. “Don’t spit this time, okay? Swallow it all.”
And then he was coming into Bobby’s mouth, recreating the older boy’s fantasies in true lustful form as his semen flooded into the child, spurting onto his tongue and filling him up.
It was less liquid than the water gun had been able to produce, but this only meant that Bobby was able to do as he was told, desperately swallowing Angus’s cum as quickly as he could to keep from choking. Angus refused to let him pull away until he had completely finished emptying his load into the boy’s warm orifice.
Only when his cock had fully stopped twitching and had begun to soften did he finally pull the member from Bobby’s mouth, satisfied that the boy had swallowed every last drop of his sperm. He petted Bobby’s head in gratitude, smoothing his hair back down from where Angus’s clenching had tousled it. He knelt down just enough to straighten the boy’s shirt and make sure the child looked presentable. His lips were somewhat reddened and puffy, but Angus was sure no one would recognize what had happened if they didn’t know what to look for. And even if they did, the other boy who had been here earlier could easily take the fall for Angus’s indiscretions. Who knew how long they’d been back here, squirting liquid into Bobby’s mouth in such an obscene parody of sexual action?
Satisfied, Angus gave Bobby a pat on the back to send him off back in the direction of the other boys, choosing to wait a minute or two himself before returning, to avoid suspicion. If he was lucky, Angus mused, the boys would still be playing when he crossed back out front, and he could continue to watch them for at least a while longer. And then, when this inevitably aroused him again, well. Angus thought fondly of Angel’s ass, bare and raised up and waiting for him in the tent whenever he was ready.