Staed Out Naed

On the fourth day of our campout I woke to the smell of coffee. Russ and I had not put our underwear back on, the activities of the night had worn us out enough that we both ended up sleeping fine. Now I was happy we were both still naked, as Russ' penis was nestled in a downward curve against my bottom. It was thick and full, not flaccid but not fully hard either. He hadn't woken up. My morning wood was already well developed, poking straight out under my stomach.

Russ stirred behind me, and his hand - which was resting on my stomach, brushed back and forth a few times. His body reacted to waking pressed naked to another, his penis grew stiff, pressing up against the underside of my bottom. The length of it was pressed along my crack, held there so that it couldn't rise up like it wanted to.

"Yesterday you had your underwear protecting you from my morning wood," I said, patting his hand with mine. "Now I'm feeling a little vulnerable."

He flexed his penis, and I could feel it straining upward, still trapped. "Something tells me you enjoy that feeling," he said, rubbing his fingers through my chest hair.

In answer, I reached back with my hand and lifted one cheek, lifting my knee a little to help spread it wider. His penis moved into the space, still pointing downward, and I let my cheek back down, covering it up. His manhood was now laying between my cheeks.

We lay there for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's warmth, not talking. Finally, he patted my stomach. "Well, that coffee is smelling too good to ignore. We should head out to make sure Walt and John don't hog it all."

I agreed, and we disentangled ourselves. When we were standing, ready to go out, I looked at both of us with our matching erections.

"What will Walt and John think when we both come out in our birthday suits?"

Walt seemed unconcerned. "There's only one way to find out." He bent over and unzipped the tent flap.

The walk from the tent to the picnic table seemed to happen in slow motion. I was keenly aware of John's immediate attention to Russ' state of undress. I saw John's gaze pass from Russ' nakedness to mine, and could see the moment of his realization that we had both slept like that. I looked down at the tent in his underwear, and saw it push out and rise a few degrees higher, the thought of us naked in the sleeping bag together obviously arousing him. This might have been his end game for this camping trip all along.

Russ didn't seem at all concerned with his bare skin or with any connections John might be making. He took the mug of coffee John handed him and leaned back against the picnic table, completely at ease. He crossed his legs and took a long, appreciative sip.

Walt had his back to us working at the camp stove and hadn't yet noticed what John had. John smirked and addressed him: "Hey Walt, looks like we have an explanation of the noises we heard last night."

Walt turned from the stove and looked at me, then at Russ. His eyes lowered to Russ' nakedness, then flicked to my own, and I saw the realization in his eyes as well. He guffawed.

I blushed deeply, and moved to sit on the bench, away from John and Walt's gaze. Russ didn't seem at all concerned. He accepted another mug from John and passed it over to me. I appreciated having something for my hands to do, and it was good coffee too.

"Arthur and I did have a bit of fun last night. We also spent a good deal of time talking," he paused and looked at John, who actually blushed, "about a lot of things." His stare seemed to bore into John, who's blush deepened until he looked away. I looked down and was surprised to see his full erection had started to wilt, his underwear now hanging over the soft curve of his semi-erect penis. Maybe his erotic pleasure came from secrecy. Maybe, like me, he was terrified of his lecherous fantasies coming to light.

Walt shut off the camp stove and turned to face the group, placing a plate of toast on the table. "Do tell," he said. "This sounds interesting."

I looked back up at John's face and saw that it had actually blanched a little. He walked over to the picnic table and sat beside me, avoiding my gaze, busying himself by spreading butter on a piece of toast. I did the same thing, wondering where this was going.

Russ walked over to stand behind John, placing his big hands on John's bare shoulders and squeezing gently. "Well, it seems John here has been having a little fun at Artie's expense."

John was about to take a bite of his toast, but he lowered it back to his plate. His face had gone pale, and I almost started to feel sorry for him. Almost. Mostly I was enjoying the way Russ was firmly massaging John's shoulders.

Walt sat across from us and took a piece of toast for himself. "Was it anything like the fun we heard coming from your tent last night?" he teased.

Russ moved his hands out and down John's upper arms, squeezing his biceps and triceps. The head of his penis brushed back and forth against John's back when he leaned in. John half closed his eyes after a long slow blink, starting to enjoy the rub down in spite of himself. Russ moved back up to his neck and shoulders again.

"John, why don't you let Walt in on the games you've been making Artie play? He confided in me last night, so don't feel like you have to leave anything out." He continued to move lower with his kneading fingers, staying just above the underwear line at the meat of John's lower back.

John looked at me, and I briefly met his eyes and nodded. He cleared his throat, looking briefly at Walt before dropping his gaze back to his toast. He took another bite, chewed thoughtfully. Russ moved his hands around to John's flanks and dug his fingers in, wiggling them and causing John to squirm and giggle, "OK! Ok, I'll tell him."

Russ returned to the back rub as John started in on much the same story I had told Russ last night.

"Wait," Walt interrupted before he had gotten very far, "You tied him up to the bed naked?"

"No," John raised his hands defensively, "I found him like that. Tied up I mean. He tied himself up, and I just walked in on him."

"But why?" Walt asked, directing the question at me.

I was already beet red with John talking about how he had found me. "Well, I kind of get... turned on... pretending someone has tied me up and... you know..." Walt looked like he didn't know, and I was finding it harder now, talking about my long-private fantasies with three of the objects of my desire. I keenly felt my nakedness, and looked over to Russ for support. It was good to see him there, as naked as I was. Russ sensed my need, and moved over to stand behind me, placing his big hands on the broad expanse of my back, rubbing up to my shoulders where he began kneading the muscles there like bread dough. It may have been the most delicious thing I had ever felt, and warmth immediately flooded from his hands through my whole body, all the way to the soles of my feet.

Walt may not have understood the eroticism of bondage, but he seemed to enjoy hearing about the games John played with my body while I lay there secured to the bed, especially when it came to stimulating me after I had ejaculated and not stopping until I agreed to his game of challenges. He wanted to hear all about the challenges John had put to me, and John - warming up to the story now - was happy to give details. He avoided the ones involving Russ, and didn't mention the sleeping naked rule either.

The telling had lasted through breakfast, and we took our final cups of coffee to the lake, where the sun had already risen over the trees. All of us still had good healthy erections, whether from morning wood or the subject of conversation - who could say.

"Boy, I have a couple good ideas for challenges," Walt said as we languished in the warm morning sun, "if you ever run out, John."

"Well, that's the reason I brought it up this morning," Russ said, putting an arm around my shoulder and pulling me to his side. "Artie wants to take the escape clause challenge."

John looked at us blankly for a moment, then smiled. "You mean, let me tie him up again, and see if he can endure ten minutes of post-orgasm penis torture?"

Russ nodded, looking at John, then at me.

After a long pause I looked at John and nodded.

"Don't get me wrong," I said. "I've really enjoyed the challenges, and I don't feel like you've taken advantage of me, but I feel like its time to finish the game. And I want to try to do it the way you set it up, and get out of it the hard way. No pun intended."

Walt shook his head, grinning from ear to ear. "Now this I've gotta see."

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John got right too it. "Artie, I've got some rope and stuff in a red bag over by our tent, why don't you go grab it and bring it to the canoe. I think the island would be a good comfortable spot, nice and warm with soft grass. The rest of us will go get dressed quick. I'd like you to stay as you are until we start."

I looked at Russ and he nodded, seeming to let John fall back into the Alpha role, for the remainder of the challenge at least. The three of them went to their tents, and I went to find the bag. I peeked inside when I found it. On top were several lengths of soft rope and four extra large plastic tent stakes. There was some other stuff underneath, but I didn't get a chance to rummage through it.

John called from inside his tent. "You should grab the hatchet from by the fire, we might need it to pound the stakes in."

I walked over to the fire ring and found the hatchet, putting it in the bag. I couldn't help but picture what he had planned -- four stakes and lengths of rope, on the grassy island -- was he going to stake me down naked, spread-eagle under the open sky, out where anyone could see? Granted it was unlikely any one else was around, but the thought was rather terrifying. And here I was, willingly carrying the equipment for my torture to the canoe for him. My erection had wilted at the thought of how serious this was. This was not the private challenge I had envisioned when he first made up this game - Walt and Russ would be there too.

Russ was the first one back to the canoes. He glanced down at my flaccid penis, and I put the bag in front of me self consciously. He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently.

"You're going to be all right, son." It was an assurance, not a question.

I nodded. He handed me my water bottle, freshly filled.

"Drink up," he admonished. "Its gonna get warm, and you'll be in the sun for a while, I think. And sweat won't be the only fluid you'll be losing." I obeyed and took a few big swallows.

John came out while I was drinking. "That's good - stay hydrated, says the nurse. Finish that on the way and you can fill it up with fresh water from the lake."

Russ ushered me to the front of one of the canoes, handing me the bag and an oar once I was settled on the bow seat. He handed John the other oar and said "Why don't you bring the kid over and get set up. We'll head over for the show when Walt is ready." He winked at me, "Just don't let him start without us."

John steered from the stern while I provided the propulsion, rowing from the front. I could feel his eyes on my naked backside. It was a warm day, getting warmer as the sun climbed in a blue sky dotted with small clouds. We took the rowing easy, not in any rush. It was a refreshing shock every time John switched the oar to the other side of the canoe, sending a light spray of water droplets landing across my back. Occasionally as they gathered I would feel a droplet slide down between my buttocks. Feeling turned on I adjusted my position so that my butt hung off the back of the seat just a little.

The canoes were aluminum, and on the ride back after sitting in the sun for a while the metal would be hot. I would have to splash some water on the seat then to cool it off enough to sit on with my bare bottom. But this morning the metal was cool against my skin. I lifted one hip slightly and, reaching back with one hand, spread the cheeks apart. I held them spread and lowered the hip back down to sit flat, which allowed the cool metal access to all the skin there, lowering the rosebud of my anus to just kiss the metal rim, a deliciously erotic feeling. Leaning forward to row would lift it off slightly, then sitting back to relax would bring it back in contact with the cool metal.

John grunted his appreciation behind me. "Nice view," he chuckled. "I hope you're looking forward this game as much as I am."

"I think I'll probably enjoy it," I admitted.

My initial shock at the thought of doing this with Walt and Russ as witnesses was giving way to an erotic excitement beyond any I had experienced before. I was about to be tied down and on display for three men I was hopelessly turned on by. John was going to play with me and make me have at least one orgasm while they watched, maybe more. This would be a day I would never forget.

Once the canoe was pulled up onto beach we got straight to work setting up. John directed me to lay out the stakes in a me-sized X on the flat ground at the top of the slope. They were extra-large, heavy-duty orange plastic stakes -- overkill for staking down tents, but perfect for keeping a big guy like me immobilized. After pounding them in with the hatchet John attached a length of rope to each of them.

He looked up from where he was kneeling next to the last stake. "Go ahead and lie down on you back. Stretch yourself out and get comfortable, you might be here for a while."

"I actually need to pee first." I had finished my whole bottle, refilling it in the deep water before we reached the island.

John shook his head, "Nope, not till after we've had some fun. Git on down here, and let's get you tied up."

"But I really need to go. You told me to finish the bottle, plus I've had two cups of coffee. I'm not gonna be able to hold it till afterward."

John laughed. "I think you'd be surprised. Have you ever tried to urinate with a full erection like the one you've got?"

I looked down and saw that he was right. It would take some self-control and at least a few minutes standing by the water before I would be able to relieve myself. But my bladder was beginning to feel uncomfortably full now that I was thinking about having to wait.

"Come on down," he repeated, "this will be part of the fun, I think. Maybe I'll let you urinate while Walt and Russ are watching."

That thought was not at all appealing to me, but for now John was still in charge, so I lowered myself onto the ground, lay on my back, and spread myself out for him. He had me shift over until I was centered, then I spread my arms and legs out, about two feet from each stake. I turned my head to watch as he tied each limb down. The ropes were soft, doubled around each wrist and ankle, so they did not dig into the skin at all. They were secure, but not overly tight. Even when I pulled against the stakes, they did not cut off any circulation.

John tested each rope. Happy, he squatted between my legs and looked me over. I lifted my head for a better view. My erection was hard as ever, pointing straight to the sky. He reached over with one finger and brushed the underside lightly. "Looks like you're already raring to go," he smiled. He watched it twitch a few times, then looked across the lake in the direction of our camp.

"I'll tell you what. Walt and John aren't even in sight yet. I'll let you pee, if you can manage it within the next five minutes. Just let it flow out on your chest and belly. I'll clean you up before they get here. Deal?"

I nodded. I lay my head back and closed my eyes, willing my erection to abate enough to let the urine flow. I tried to relax, imaging I was alone. It was still hard to overcome the automatic reticence to pee all over myself. I tried to focus on the fullness of my bladder, but it was so full that it was counterproductive, the stretch receptors of the bladder walls over-stimulated to the point of discomfort. I imagined I was standing at the water's edge. The breeze on my skin was just from standing alone at the lakeside. I avoided all sensual thoughts, just imagined my hands on my hips, eyes closed, the way I had peed the last few nights while everyone was asleep. I could feel the erection softening and avoided the thought, as that would probably start it growing again. I focused again on the imminent flow of urine, focused on the feeling it would make flowing out of the length of the urethra, flowing out of the meatus. Yes! It was about to start flowing...

I felt the brush of John's finger again along the length of the underside of my softening penis, and my eyes shot open. Now he was brushing his fingers around the sides of my scrotum, touching all the skin around them lightly, and my penis pulsed back to full strength erection in the space of two heart beats.

"Hey!" I scolded. "That's not fair!"

"No, I guess not," he laughed. "But I didn't want it to get too soft and spoil the fun." He brushed his hands down and up the insides of my thighs, then reached out to brush his hands down my flanks to the outsides of my legs, making sure my arousal was complete again, before standing up again.

"You only have a minute left," he teased. "Better urinate now, or forever hold your pees..." He chortled at his own pun, then walked around me, reaching down to brush a nipple, to run his hand up from my arm pit along the exposed underside of my arm, up to my elbow. I tried forcing the pee out, holding my breath and pushing out from my stomach, but I could only feel the pressure of my erection building, and gave up, panting. A tear of frustration leaked out of the corner of my eye. There was no way I was going to pee with him teasing me.

John bent down by my feet and started tickling them both at the same time, drawing out a shriek of surprise. He was dragging his fingernails all around from the soles to the undersides of my toes, and I started kicking helplessly. He sat by one leg, holding the ankle tight with one arm and going hard at the sole with his free hand, making me squeal.

John laughed in delight at that. "Have you ever heard someone say they would tickle you till you pee? We could always try to get your bladder some relief that way."

"No no no!" I shrieked, and he stopped immediately. I realized I actually had been close to peeing all over myself, and wished now that it had happened, just to empty the fullness stretching my bladder.

"Ok, your choice," he chuckled, reaching up to brush around under my scrotum, making sure I was nice and hard again. Drat.

"I think I'll go relieve myself, though."

I raised my head to watch as he walked down to the edge of the lake, facing away from me. Then he changed his mind and turned sideways to me, looking back. "You want to watch?" he smiled.

He dropped his shorts all the way to his ankles and lifted his t-shirt to give me a good view, showing off his own mostly erect penis (he was obviously aroused by my predicament). But it had enough softness to it that it was slightly rubbery, and he had no problem directing a strong flow of urine a few feet away to the sand at the edge of the water. He had drunk just as much water as I had, and I envied the heavy flow and strong golden arc it made, and the loud pattering onto the damp sand at the water's edge. I looked on longingly as the flow just kept on going, and pondered how apt the phrase "relieve myself" was, in the context of my aching bladder. John smiled over at me, knowing full well what I was thinking. I dropped my head back down to the turf and sighed.

Finally, his stream dribbled and trickled slowly to a stop, and he gave a contented sigh, giving his now flaccid penis a few flops and pulling his pants back up. "I'm going to go and see what's taking those guys," he said.