Chapter 2: Summer Camp Boners

June 20th - June 21st, 1986

I awoke the next morning at sunrise, finding my woody already up and standing over me, waiting impatiently while letting go a strand of drool from its lips.

As I gave it a few loving strokes, I said, “Damn. I guess you miss the twins, don’t you fella.”

It responded by throbbing a few times, and I was tempted to continue.

I sighed, “Nope. Don’t have any love juice to waste. Sorry boy, but you’ll thank me later.”

“Finally,” Joey said from the bottom bunk. “It’s about time you woke up. I’m already dressed. Shall I wake Mick?”

Mick said from the top bunk beside me, “I’m awake.” He sat up, stretched, then spotted my pole still sticking straight out of my boxers. “Damn, Tim. You could poke an eye out with that thing.”

I said while climbing down, “I think it was up before all of you.”

With my softening woody still plainly visible, I walked right out the door. I grinned, imagining Mick’s face from my boldness. Joey knew better and even surprised me when he came out and stood beside me completely nude.

Grinning, Joey said, “I told you I was already dressed.”

The air was relatively cool compared to what I had expected. Cool enough to give us goosebumps when a breeze wandered by.

I said, “Uh, I think we will have to postpone. It has to be really hot out, you know.”

Joey suggested, “What about some mud wrestling then? Now the sun is up, it should start heating up pretty quick.”

“Yeah, okay. I wonder...”

I reached out and checked to see if Gina, Rita, and Dana would be opposed to mud wrestling nude. Dana wasn’t interested at all, and Rita only wanted to if it was with a guy. Gina didn’t mind wrestling another girl as long as she wasn’t expected to do anything else but wrestle.

I said, “I think I got some girls to wrestle. But where do we wrestle at?”

Joey smiled and said, “Got that all worked out.”

Mick came out wearing his shorts and said, “Brrrr.”

Joey said, “Change of plans, Mick. How about some female nude mud wrestling?”

“YEAH! Okay. But are we still going to do the other?”

I said, shivering again, “You can bet on it.”

Joey said, “I’ll need Mick’s and someone else’s help with the mud pool. Do you think the other guys will want in on it?”

“I’m pretty sure Scooter will. Gina is one of the contestants.”

Joey said, walking away, “Mick, go wake the other guys and find out while I check on a few things and Tim gets the girls.”

I called after him, “Hey, Joey? You need to put some shorts on. I can’t cover the whole camp.”

Joey said with an embarrassed grin, “Sorry. I think I’ve spent too much time at your place. I’m used to walking around naked.”

“I know what you mean. I almost went to school nude one day.”

Mick said, “You too?”

Joey and I looked at Mick as he turned red.

Mick explained, “I used to have a dream about that all the time.”

We went back inside and got dressed, all of us putting on shirts and Joey and I putting shorts on. I was surprised when Jerry wanted to go and Paul didn’t, but Scooter was all for it as I predicted.

I knew a dream state wouldn’t work for this activity, and finding girls that would willingly mud wrestle nude was harder than I imagined. I spent a half an hour scanning all the girls, finding Gina was the only one willing to do it simply because she had been in on several multiway jerkoffs with the guys.

I checked the progress of the guys, finding they were finished with the preparations and waiting for me to bring the entertainment. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place and decided to get what we wanted, I would have to give the girls what they wanted. I had fourteen girls lined up by the time I had gotten halfway through the camp.

The camp was busy as I finally joined my cabin mates at their mud pool. They had been extremely confused by not only girls showing up, but guys too.

Above the noise of approximately thirty people setting up their seats around Joey’s mud pool, Joey asked, “What is going on?”

As I examined the pool, I shouted back, “I’ll explain in a minute to everyone.”

According to one of the adult counselors who had been a camper like us, the shallow round pool several years ago had contained large goldfish and some other smaller fish. For whatever reason, the pool was empty the next year and was never filled again. Joey had found some black plastic big enough to line the six-foot diameter round basin and filled it with an incredible amount of clean mud.

I waited another minute for the crowd to settle down, then stepped up on my own chair to speak. I had to yell “quiet!” a couple of times before I could start.

“Morning. Welcome to the Connor and Brandton coed nude mud wrestling.” I paused for the crowd to stop whistling and yelling. “As you all know, this is not an official camp event, so don’t tell anyone who isn’t here anything about it.

“Because the girls were not willing to wrestle nude in the mud for our enjoyment alone, I offered them a deal. Before each pair of girls wrestle, two guys will be wrestling, in the nude, while the girls are in the ring refereeing. Afterward, those two guys will referee the girls.

“The rules are as follows. No messing around with crotches, accidental or otherwise. No pulling of hair, and if anyone holds their opponent’s head in the mud longer than five seconds, they will automatically forfeit.

“Everyone is here by their own free will. If anyone is having second thoughts, please speak now...”

I waited ten seconds, then said, “Before your match, everyone is required to use the toilet, and try to go both ways and wash up back there if you go. The other thing is no sex during the matches. While the matches are going, no one here has to worry about getting caught. After I leave, you can do whatever you want, but run the risk of getting caught.

“Joey, since you and I are the only ones here who have done this before, we are up first.”

Joey came over to me and said, “I hate it when you pull this shit without asking me first. If I didn’t get such a hardon from the idea, I wouldn’t do it.”

Joey pulled off his shorts, and his boner bounced up and down. Seeing that, the crowd got quiet then suddenly loud.

As I pulled off my own shorts, I said, “I think you enjoyed that.”

My hardon imitated Joey’s but didn’t get the same response from the crowd. We both took our shirts off at the same time, and that got an even louder reaction. Go figure.

I stepped into the thick and slimy mud, letting my foot sink to the bottom before putting my other foot in. Instead of a hard surface under the plastic, I was pleasantly surprised to find Joey had thought of putting dirt underneath to cushion us if we hit the bottom too hard.

I waited for Joey to finish beating his chest like Tarzan before I asked him, “Where did you get all this mud and dirt?”

“There was a whole wagon full of it for the baseball field. Most of it was muddy from the rain, so I used it.”

“AAAAAAAk,” I said as I fell backward. The dirt underneath was somewhat lumpy, causing my foot to lose its grip.

Joey said, laughing, “Oh man. This will be easy.”

I didn’t say anything while I got up. I realized our referees were still dressed, so I yelled over to them to hurry it up.

The guys in the crowd whooped and yelled as the two girls stripped with red faces. The guys’ commotion had attracted some attention, and it took me a few minutes to zip into every cabin nearby to deafen them to our noise.

Joey was surprisingly good in the mud. Despite my earlier slip, however, I wasn’t so bad myself. Of course, I had an unfair advantage. I had used my father’s mud wrestling ring quite a bit on the weekends. I had just gotten to the point where I could almost handle both twins at the same time. Of course, the twins tended to move in a slow and fluid way, so it wasn’t all that difficult.

But because the mud was so much thicker and heavier than at home, my advantage didn’t show through that much at first. Joey had me pinned down twice, but I managed to slip out of them before the referees had reached five.

Once I got used to the differences, I managed to pin him down three times in a row but let him out before the count. When he had me down the next time, he gave me a wicked look, then managed to slip his finger in my hole without the referees noticing.

After letting me go, he thought to me, <That’s for toying with me.>

I grinned, and in two moves, I pinned him to the count.

Joey and I refereed the two girls, finding it very difficult to resist going after the glistening brown butts and tits. They lasted a lot longer than Joey and me, probably due to the difficulty in keeping their opponent pinned in the slippery mud. When my dick brushed one of the girls’ thighs accidentally, I nearly moaned.

I was starting to worry about time constraints before Joey finally counted to five and helped the winner to her feet. Her balance faltered as he raised her hand above her head. They both gasped when her ass pressed up against his dick, slipping down her crack to the space between her legs. Somehow Joey kept his balance and his seed, but the crowd lost their control. They were still hooting when the four of us climbed out.

The hose that Joey had used to wet the dirt to its super muddy form was still hooked up, so as the next four contestants were stripping with red faces, Joey handed the hose to the girls to wash themselves off. We got a pleasant surprise when they decided to wash us off, which quickly became a group rub down.

The audience ended up watching us more than the wrestlers, not that we noticed at the time. I was only vaguely aware that the hose had been dropped and forgotten while Betsy and I explored each other’s slickened bodies with our hands. I teased her nipples with one hand while taking long strokes along her side with the other. Our arousal pushed us closer and closer until our wet bodies pressed together, and then our lips met.

After our kiss reached its peak, I felt her hand on my cock, prompting me to break the kiss to moan. She slid down my body, picked up the hose and washed my dick off. The cool water on my member washed some sense back into me, realizing I was about to break my own rule that I stated at the beginning of the game. But when her lips touched my crown, I lost all rational thought and allowed myself to be taken quickly into her hot mouth.

Out of habit, I linked with Joey and Betsy. I found Joey had his dick in Kim’s crack again, humping it while sloppily kissing her neck and shoulder. His hand was on her knob, which made her gasp and shudder, so I included her in the link as well.

Betsy’s tongue started to concentrate on the crown’s rim, driving all four of us quickly to our climax. As Joey and I exploded, Betsy was driven by our combined lusts to greedily swallow it while continuing her tongue movements. Joey’s humping had turned to jerks, and the combined moans from Kim, Joey, and myself were in perfect sync.

Betsy let my shrinking dick fall out of her mouth, sat back, and then laid down. She was wiped out by the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Joey was sinking to his knees, mostly to aid Kim’s own descent to the ground. And even though Joey and I were accustomed to the intensity we had felt, I was a bit weak in the knees myself.

My awareness returned to me, finding even the wrestlers had stopped to watch. I turned red and said very loudly, “Okay, so maybe a little sex.” Then I added quite seriously, “But only if they say they want it.”

After several personally embarrassing minutes of being put on the spot, my stomach interrupted with a growl. I checked the time and saw it was almost 8:00 which was when they served breakfast.

After talking to the four in the ring, I announced we would postpone the rest of the matches until the following morning, promising everyone would get a chance, and we would have breakfast served to us while we watched.

Kim, Betsy, Joey, and myself all went to the showers together. I found out that Betsy had never given a blowjob before, but now that she had, she couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to.

My conscience gave me trouble when I found out I had been her first, but as we were soaping each other up, I realized that she had done it free of my influence. But her mind was still feeling the effects of her triple powered orgasm, and I had to explain exactly what she had felt. It spooked Kim and Betsy a little at first, but Joey and I convinced them it was okay. I imagine Betsy would find her next blowjob very disappointing.

We didn’t fool around that long since we were all hungry and sated from our earlier joint orgasm. As we left the showers and headed towards the food line, I found something else that bothered me and told Joey over our private thought phone.

<They are falling in love with us. Or at least they think it’s love. I hate to say it, but I really don’t want to get into that with Betsy, do you?>

<Shit. No. I mean, Kim is great looking and all, but no. I don’t want anything that serious right now.>

<Would you object if I had them lose interest during breakfast?>

<Go ahead. It’s not like we led them on or anything. They were just as responsible for what happened as we were.>

So, Betsy and Kim found themselves dissatisfied with us, and after eating breakfast with them, our paths didn’t cross again.

During breakfast, there had been several announcements concerning the day’s schedule of events. Joey and I looked at each other with excitement when they announced there would be free time at the lake’s beach for everyone since the day would be extremely hot and miserable. A minute later, Mick bounded over to finalize our plans.

After Betsy and Kim wandered off, Joey, Mick, and I joined the rest from our cabin to see if they wanted to join in after all. Since everyone would be there, their girlfriends could join in willingly. Naturally, everybody did.

We went and did our regularly scheduled activities, most of us getting in on the basketball game and checking our potteries that were being baked that day. At lunchtime, they finalized our plans while I began my mental hopping around, inserting my little mental programs into everyone not at my table, covering two-thirds of the camp’s population. Luckily there was a puppet show put on by six of the cabins immediately after lunch. Everyone was still around watching it while I finished the remaining third.

If I hadn’t spent the past week preparing everyone at camp, I would have never had been able to accomplish all that in a few hours. Anything unusual involving us would be forgotten once they left camp, and I had also put in hooks to lower people’s inhibitions about nudity and/or sex. That’s why the those who had joined us for wrestling hadn’t freaked out.

At 2:30, I stood naked at the water’s edge, watching the entire camp filter down the three paths to the beach. Everyone was required to have put on suntan lotion before coming out, but I had brought a case of twelve bottles out with me for our fun.

I spotted Joey heading for me, carrying his bottle of lotion. When he reached me, he asked, “Hey, could you get my back?”

I said as I squirted the lotion on my hand, “Gina did mine for me.”

“I didn’t think of her. Oh well. You know, it’s times like this I really miss Suz.”

“Yeah. She would have loved this part too. You know that dream I had?”

“The one where Suzi turned out to be twins?”

“Yep. When I was falling asleep last night, I was thinking about it and got homesick. I tried reaching out to Suzi, and somehow, I did it for a moment.”

His back was done, and instead of removing my hands, I sent them around to the front. I put my chin on his right shoulder, hugged him from behind and said, “She’s missing us worse than we are her. That’s all I got from her, and I couldn’t get her back. You were already asleep, so I didn’t bother you. With everything going on this morning, I forgot until now.”

Joey asked, “Did she know you were there?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

“Hey,” Joey said, turning around to face me. I dropped my hands to my sides, the moment of closeness evaporating. “Remember when you did that five-way accidentally last year? You said you had drunk a lot of soda before. And you’ve mentioned drinking soda sometimes helps your headaches. Maybe it’s just the sugar rush that does that.”

I said, eyeing the guys walking up, “Hmm. Could be. I’ll try again later.”

As the guys joined us, Mick asked, “Can we start?”

“We could if there was anyone to start with,” I said, indicating the near-empty beach. Everyone had gone into the water right away.

“Whoa,” Jerry said with a start. “You know, I didn’t notice until now you two weren’t wearing anything. I must be getting used to seeing you guys like that.”

Paul asked, “Won’t someone else notice?”

“Nope,” Joey grinned. “It’s part of the package.”

I said, “You could paint cuss words across your chest and go around giving everyone the finger without anyone here noticing.”

“Cool,” Mick said, slipping out of his swim trunks.

Jerry groaned, “Jesus, Mick. Not you too.”

Joey chuckled and said, “Looks like we got ourselves a convert, Tim.”

We all messed around in the lake for a while. After getting too much water in our lungs from taking turns dunking each other, Jerry and Dana decided to try out a paddle boat together. Paul, Rita, Gina, and Scooter decided to do the same, so Joey, Mick, and I wandered to another group of people we knew.

We were in the water for an hour before Joey stepped behind me and hugged me like I had to him earlier, with one noticeable exception. His hardon was in my crack.

He said into my ear, “Looks like the beach is starting to fill up.”

As my own hardon came about, Joey slipped his hand around it and started stroking. I got up on my tiptoes to let his dick slip between my thighs, then turned my head and gave him a wet kiss. He slowly humped me a minute, then when we broke our kiss, he stopped. It took a few moments before realizing we had been observed.

The shock on Mick’s face disappeared the moment we glanced at him.

“Whoops,” Joey said in my ear.

Mick was pretending nothing had happened, but Joey and I both knew it had disturbed him.

Joey repeated to Mick, “Looks like the beach is starting to fill up.”

“Cool,” Mick said as he started making his way towards the beach. Joey and I followed, side by side.

“What do you think?” Joey asked, nodding to Mick.

After feeling him out, I said, “I’m not sure. And Mick isn’t either. He’s going to ignore it for now. He wasn’t grossed out, but it didn’t excite him either. Just shocked him, that’s all.”

“Sounds like we don’t have to worry about it then. Wow. I know who I’m going to start with. Later,” Joey said as he broke right.

I glanced over as I got out, seeing Joey heading back over to me. I reached the box of lotion first and tossed one to him. He said thanks and headed back the way he came.

Mick had already knelt down next to a girl and was squirting some lotion into his hand. I watched as he nervously began rubbing the lotion on her back. I had to walk to the other side of them to see her face, finding her expression to be one of relaxed bliss.

Seeing that, I knew my preprogramming had worked, so I wandered about. I found Bethany Frish sitting by herself under a tree in a bad mood, trying to read a book. Her suit and hair were dry.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to her. “Why haven’t you gone in the water?”

Bethany said crossly, “Because I don’t feel like it.”

I peeked in her head, finding the real reason was she was allergic to regular suntan lotion. She had run out of the lotion she had brought.

“Sorry,” I said as I left her under the tree. I sat down a few trees away, closed my eyes and searched. Five minutes later, I returned to her tree with a different bottle of lotion.

“What!” she said, looking up as I stood patiently in front of her. I smiled and wiggled the bottle then held it out so she could see the label.

“How did you know?” she asked as she took the lotion from me.

I said, “I heard someone say something.”

She said with a smile, “Thanks.”

“Would you mind if I did your back?” I said, using the key phrase.

She stopped applying the lotion to her arms, feeling a twinge of excitement from my suggestion.

“I guess that would be okay,” she said, handing me the bottle.

I helped her move her stuff so she could stretch out on her stomach. I saw that her one-piece suit would probably hamper my efforts at first, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me.

When I first touched her skin with my hands, she shivered a moment, but as I spread it out over her back, she let a sigh out. We made small talk as my hands continued to work the lotion into her skin. She didn’t seem to mind that I continued working in the lotion far longer than necessary.

When her replies to my chit chat became umm-hmms and umm-umms, I started to slip my fingers underneath the edges of her suit. I didn’t get the response I expected, so I moved to the back of her legs.

“Mmmm. Yes, thank you,” she said as I worked the lotion into her calves.

I made my way down to her pretty feet, working the lotion between her toes. I had to adjust my position, having gotten very hard for some reason while doing her toes.

Once I got tired of her feet, I worked my way methodically up her right leg, slipping my hands under her to get her entire thigh.

Bethany was completely limp by this time. After I completed her left leg, I went back to her back. I applied a little more lotion, and after covering her back again, I slipped under the edges of her suit again.

When she sighed from my probe, I slid my hand further under the suit at the base of her back, resulting in shiver. I began running my hands up her sides with just my fingertips under the suit. On the fourth pass, she let out a small moan. On the seventh, I brushed the bases of her smashed breasts and received an even stronger moan.

As my hands continued to tease different parts of her covered body, I checked to see how she was feeling. My touch was like a flame of pleasure, growing hotter with each pass that touched the sides of her breasts or her ass.

I began taking deeper passes into the bottom of her suit. By the time I had worked my hands where they were almost poking out the other side of her suit, her breathing was heavy, filled with gasps and moans.

Taking a long stroke up her sides, my hands came together at her neck. There was no resistance when I undid the top restraint and worked my hands over the newly freed skin. Adding more lotion as I went, my hands worked their way under her at the base of her neck.

I laid down beside her, placed my hand on her far side, and slowly began rolling her onto her side. I had to continue to rub my hands over her skin, otherwise the spell would be broken and she would probably object. Her head limp, eyes shut, lost in the waves of pleasure, I managed to get her laying against me, her back pressing against my chest.

My hands teased her breasts, making circles around the bases. No resistance, yet there was no moans of approval either. I worked the suit’s top down, uncovering her modest breasts and belly. Her white skin excited me, but I resisted sampling her flavor for the time being. Instead, I gently rolled her onto her back, accidentally brushing a nipple with my hand. Her deep moan surprised me, but I managed to keep hand movements going while changing my position to a lower one.

The combination of the humidity and heat made additional lotion unnecessary, her body’s sweat easily lubricating my caresses. I began to sweep across her breasts, only touching the nipples randomly and briefly. Her moans were not loud, but they were enough to tell me she was ready for more.

My hands produced a building level of pleasure as they rubbed her skin. But touching her nipples and crotch produced sexual pleasure, an altogether different sensation. So as I began to direct more attention to her nipples, she began to tense and strain her body to the movements of my hands.

When she began squirming her butt, that indicated she was ready for the next stage. I lowered my mouth onto her left nipple and began sucking on it. My lips and tongue provided the stimulation she needed, so I used my hands to support myself. Bethany’s own hands began to move about, finding my skin to be another pleasurable sensation just as I had programmed. And after a few minutes of indulging myself on her white naked skin, I have to admit her hands were beginning to have a likewise effect on me.

When her crotch movements became obvious, I started a caress with one hand from the free nipple, working my way down. Before I had even touched a single strand of her pubic hair, Bethany’s knees came up and she spread her legs. I continued to tease her with my near sweeps of her crotch, which she retaliated by raising her crotch to meet my hand.

Bethany actually won that battle when I miscalculated her push and ended up touching the tip of her vaginal lips. Her moan was the loudest she had made thus far, but still to me was rather soft.

The time had come to finish the stripping of my prey. After I licked the entire surface of both her breasts, I removed my mouth and began using both my hands to work her suit off her body. Her legs didn’t resist my manually changing of their position, and as I slipped the garment off, I rubbed her feet while I gazed at the helpless form before me.

Her tan lines were incredibly arousing, they contrasted between deeply tanned brown and almost perfectly white skin. She breathed through her mouth as well through her nose, and I could see her wet tongue slowly licking the top front teeth, resembling a fucking motion to my aroused mind.

I stretched my arms out in front of me as I began moving up her legs. I only briefly paused to tease her glistening crotch and actually made direct contact with her clit once. The moan and leg movements almost knocked me off balance, but I managed to continue my trek up her body.

With my body between her legs and my arms stretched up to her chest, I lowered my mouth onto her crotch and began my feast upon her sex. I ignored her desperate moans and hand movements, taking my time as I worked my tongue into every fold, having to wrap my arms underneath her to hold her still while I worked.

I avoided her clit as much as I could, wanting to build her lust more than her pleasure. When her hands gripped the hair on my head, I almost screwed her trance up by momentarily stopping. I moved my body up hers and finally came face to face with my toy. Her mouth searched for mine while her hands glided down to lower sections of my body.

Her mouth and tongue bathed my chin and lips with their succulent motions, I purposely avoiding allowing her lips to lock onto mine completely. Our crotches finally aligned, and with a desperate motion with her hands, I felt my head almost slip inside. As my shaft laid between her lips while the tip rested on her clit, my desire to penetrate her was nearly irresistible, but I had enough control of myself to first check her virginal status.

To my dismay, not only was she a virgin, I was certain she was extremely fertile at that time.

As I withdrew from her mind, I felt a curiously familiar sensation. Before I realized what it was, Bethany’s eyes opened and locked onto mine. I will never forget the look in her eyes the moment I felt that overpowering surge of lust fill me. Our lips locked together, then with a rolling motion, I thrust my prick into her virgin tunnel.

Both our minds began feeding the other’s with fuck lust, creating an endless feedback loop. I fucked her mercilessly, making her scream in sexual pleasure. I quickly came inside her hot body with a primeval scream of my own.

With a momentary lapse of energy, my humping slowed to a jerking motion. Bethany forced herself on top and began humping me wildly. Now I was the helpless one, finding myself unable to do more than pinch and twist her nipples. I came again under her pounding, which finally helped trigger her own a minute later.

But because we kept feeding each other our sexual cravings, our orgasms increased our lust instead of providing us relief. Bethany’s orgasm drained her strength, and I found myself on top of her once more.

We fucked in a daze, coming less frequently but always screaming. I have no idea how many times we rolled each other over before our bodies began to fail our lust.

I faintly remember a hand trying to pull us apart. My mind locked on to the owner, and immediately filled Paul with the same fuck lust, then moved onto Rita’s and Scooter’s as well. I paused before spreading the lust to Gina, having a momentary orgasm that had no ejaculate to spurt. Gina was struggling to control Scooter’s mad attempts to gain entry to her that I quickly fixed. Dana and Jerry were running away, and I found myself too tired to bother filling their minds with the lust.