Chapter 4

John had enough experience with the effect of his stories by now that he should be pretty comfortable with following the script as he had written it. Still, when he told the administration office of the local high school that he was there to volunteer as a chaperone for a school camping trip, even though he didn’t really have any ties with the school, he was pretty nervous about it. Under normal circumstances the school would, should, be suspicious about his motives. Instead they just asked him if he had any experience camping and after a positive reply, they accepted his offer.

That’s how, about a week later, John found himself together with one other chaperone on bus full of sixteen year olds, heading out to a nearby forest for a three-day camping trip. Another bus, equally filled with seniors and two chaperones, was driving right behind them to the same destination. John had made sure to specify in his story that the other chaperones, all teachers at the high school, were very nice and interesting people, so the hour long bus drive was actually quite pleasant.

During the ride, the students sitting in the front asked him a few questions, curious about this chaperone they didn’t know. John didn’t mind their curiosity and actually welcomed engaging with the teenagers. Bonding with them would actually benefit his story line, so he tried to come across as a friendly and approachable guy as much as he could without raising suspicions with the teacher sitting next to him. As expected, they were very nice and well behaved. After all, he didn’t sign up for this camping trip to end up exhausted by policing these youngsters.

Arriving at the campsite, the teachers began giving orders about putting up the tents. John just listened. They were used to this, he wasn’t. Bob, or Mr. Saunders as he was called by the students, had told him during the drive that after the students had received their instructions, he would walk around just like the other adults to check all tents were set up properly.

As he did just that, John held an eye out for the group of boys he had described in his story. First he had to help out a couple of girls who hadn’t been paying attention too much during the briefing. After that, he quickly spotted the boys he was looking for. They were setting up a large tent at the edge of the campground, just like he had foreseen in his story. They were working pretty efficiently despite the large size of their tent and John admired their work.

“Good job, guys. I’m impressed,” John told them as he checked their set-up. “I guess you’ve done this before?”

“Yeah, our family goes camping a lot,” said one of the boys, who introduced himself as Zach. He had neatly combed blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

The other boys introduced themselves as well. There was Hunter, a white boy with brown hair and blue eyes, Will, a tall black boy, Angel, a Latin boy with shoulder length black hair, and Jun, an Asian boy with rather delicate features. They had been friends since middle school, so it had been a quick decision to go for a large tent that could accommodate all five of them.

John quickly took a liking to the group. Despite the age difference, he liked talking with them. They seemed to be fun, respectable, and had good senses of humor. Of course, their good looks didn’t hurt either. He couldn’t even tell which one was the most handsome, as they all looked so different but attractive in their own way.

It had been a risk. His first endeavors in erotic writing were about boys he had met before. These five boys, however, he had met for the first time in his imagination. It had been a test of the limits on the magic his AI provided him. A risky one at that, because if it had gone wrong, John could have found himself committed to several days in the company of some dreary teachers and a bunch of unruly, obnoxious high schoolers. But right now, he was glad he had taken the chance.

After a quick chat, John moved on to check on other tents. Finally, everyone was settled in and John had found the time to set up his own equipment. The rest of the afternoon, the group went on a nature walk that focused on some of the key species of plants found in the area. The trip had to be somewhat educational after all. John doubted many of the kids would remember much of what they were learning here or even take in a lot of the information. They were all too excited being out of their usual environment, away from school and parents.

Later, after supervising the group of students who were assigned to doing the dishes of their first dinner, John joined the other chaperones for a drink as the teens relaxed and socialized around the campsite. The mere presence of their teachers was enough to keep them in check, more or less, and the teachers allowed them their fun. At 11pm, the youngsters were ordered to get to their tent and turn off the lights.

This was when the chaperoning duty really started. A teenager’s biorhythm is not particularly adapted to society as a whole. Combined with the sleepover kind of atmosphere and their tendency to test the limits teachers or parents have set, it works almost as a guarantee they - and their chaperones - wouldn’t be sleeping for a while. In the morning, roles would be reversed, and it would be the youngsters groaning about not being able to sleep when they needed it.

Right now however, John found himself walking around the tents of “his” part of the campground, breaking off a few hushed conversations inside the tents. He had no idea whether teachers would divide their wards into zones with each of them guarding one of those zones. But because the idea sounded convenient to him, he had written it that way, taking care of course that the five boys were assigned to his own zone.

It didn’t take long before all the tents in his zone went dark and silent, with all “his” students falling asleep surprisingly fast. Well, maybe not that surprisingly. Now the only tent that wasn’t completely silent yet, was the one the five boys shared. They weren’t loud enough to disturb the other students, or the other chaperones for that matter, but standing next to their tent, John could clearly hear their muffled voices and soft laughing.

He could feel his dick getting chubbed up, just thinking about the sight that was awaiting him inside that tent. Then he opened the zip of the entrance and stuck his head inside, ostensibly to tell them to quiet down. The sight before him was just as hot as he had imagined it. The five boys were sitting in a circle, stark naked and hard, each stroking their impressive cocks. Despite the different skin tones, their cocks were remarkably similar. Each one sported a full eight inches of throbbing hardness, accompanied by a pair of large, loose hanging balls in a smooth, hairless sac.

“Oops! Sorry, guys, I didn’t know you were doing something this ... intimate,” John said as all five looked up at him.

They stopped jerking off momentarily, but none of them let go of his cock or tried to hide his nakedness.

“It’s okay,” Hunter shrugged, slowly starting his up and down movement again. “We just needed to ... relax. We all do it, don’t we?”

“I guess you’re right,” John laughed. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you to keep it down, since the others are all sleeping.”

“Oh, sure, we’ll try,” Jun said.

“Maybe you should stay? You know, to make sure we don’t make too much noise?” Will suggested, a glint in his eye.

John hesitated, or at least he pretended to. “I’m not sure that’s really appropriate...”

“Where’s the harm? You’ve already seen what we got anyway,” Zach chimed in.

“I guess ... if you all don’t mind an old man joining in...,” John trailed off, looking around the circle of boys. They all nodded to indicate their agreement, smiles on their face.

John stepped inside and carefully closed the tent again behind him. Shucking off his clothes quickly and revealing his own raging erection, he took a seat between Jun and Will. Surveying the scene, John noted the one small disadvantage of liking twink boys with big dicks. Even though his own 7 inches were nothing to complain about, he was actually the smallest guy present, with every teen sporting a fat 8 inch cock. Already objectively bigger than him, their cocks seemed even larger on their slender teen bodies.

That was especially true for Will, whose cock was even larger than his friends’. For a brief moment John wondered whether it was racist that he had described the black boy to have the biggest cock of them all, but he quickly dispersed the thought. If it was racist, he was sure it was a victimless crime. Well, at least Will probably wouldn’t be complaining. John wasn’t as sure about any sexual partner, who had to take in that monster. Especially since at their age it was pretty likely the boys still had some growth in them.

If the boys noticed the new dick in the room was smaller than theirs, they didn’t comment on it. They simply resumed wanking, watching each other and John. It was clear they felt fully at ease with each other and with their activity. Their hands worked on their cocks in unhurried, deliberate strokes. They weren’t rushing their orgasms, but instead seemed to be enjoying the shared sensations of their self-pleasure.

Zach and Hunter, the two white boys, were sitting next to each other, one blond, one dark haired. In contrast, their pubes formed an equally dark, curly decoration above their rigid cocks. The similarity in the size and shape of their cocks made the difference in their dickheads stick out a little more. Zach’s was reddish, while Hunter’s head was more purple.