My name is Phil. This is a fictional re creation of a camping trip I went on with Ron, a university buddy one summer. We had previously camped a few times back in high school when we were in our teens and always had a good time. Like many horny teen guys we had felt each other up a bit, kissed, and even masturbated in each other's presence. We planned the trip pretty carefully with respect to campsites and distance from the jumping off point.
We had previously registered with the park rangers and asked about the best place to fish for Bass. We were told this lake had been stocked with Large mouth a few years back and were looking forward to some action.
We parked our cars at the jumping off point, loaded up and canoed into Algonquin Park and camped on an island. We were told it would be safer from bears on an island but we would still need long ropes to tie our food up in the trees. No worries, I had made certain that we had lots of rope.
Most of the guys then wore jean cut offs or Adidas shorts for swimming. You on the other hand usually wore tight speedo style suits. You surprised me on this trip by showing off most of your butt in an electric blue thong style suit-just for a laugh and to get a better tan you said.
We fished all day and found that the stocked bass were all exactly the same size- too small to keep! So we lay in the sun & drank and smoked cigarettes. Then we'd go skinny dipping and spy on the girls in neighboring campsite through binoculars. Around the fire we'd drink some more and go to sleep with our pricks in our hands too shy to have taken the actions we were thinking. Do you know what I was thinking then Ron? Well the hornier I got the more I thought about your ass. I am an ass & leg man all the way & for a guy you had a really nice ass. Or maybe we could invite the girls from the next campsite and we'd have some fun. Or any combination of the above.
We could not pack any glass into the interior of the park so we had vodka in plastic bottles and mixed it with powdered orange juice. It was understandable you passed out since I switched your vodka with the 180 proof that I had brought. When you regained consciousness, you would not be sleeping by the fire. I had stripped you and tied you up in the tree hanging by your wrists with your toes just touching the pine needles, covered you in soap and shaved every hair off your body.
Then I had paddled over to the next campsite and invited the two girls and their boyfriends to come over to have some very special fun. I didn't tell them what was up exactly but they were intrigued and in their twenties and I guess and were just hanging out at the lake too. I returned shortly before they did and threw a bucket of water on you to bring you around and wash off the last of the soap. You were still pretty dopey. Yeah, you have a couple of nicks here & there but nothing serious.
When they arrived on shore the girls were the first ones to take an interest. They walked right up to you and started stroking your cock and balls and rubbing your ass. It is funny how quickly the animal in them comes out, you know? Once you started to get harder, they started to get rougher. First thing I know they are slapping your thighs and ass with their hands, squeezing your balls and looking for something harder to use on you and asked to put you in a more vulnerable position. They were also getting pretty horny themselves and soon they were down to their bikinis and were sweating while they were 'playing' with you.
Meanwhile me and the other guys started looking around the campsite and found some small logs & and with my rope lashed a log horizontally about 3 feet off the ground between two trees which were about 6 feet apart. While I let you down from the tree, they marched you over to the log and bent you frontwards over it. In no time we had you bent double with your legs spread wide and your ankles tied to the base of the 2 trees while your hands were stretched out and tied to the tree trunks beside you. You were totally helpless and very vulnerable in that position. There were some old pallets nearby and we made a short stack of them in front of where your head was tied. The girls freed up a couple of pallet boards and began to smack your ass with them. They stood on either side of your spread open butt and took turns whacking you just like they were driving railway spikes. Smack! Smack! And you were yelping like a coyote after each one. Not that I blame you, my asshole was puckering just thinking about what you must be feeling.