Gay Erotic Stories

We were paired together with another SM, Pat. The three of us would share a cabin tent while we were chaperoning the scouts at an overnight camp. Three men, close quarters in the heat of summer… pure heaven.

The first thing that happened after unloading the vans of all of the gear at the camp that we were at was the mandatory swim test. All campers and leaders were required to take the test if they planned on being anywhere near the waterfront. I’ve never been a fan of water so I opted to be the grounded leader. My fellow tent mates hurried the kids along so they could get it over with quickly.

I was going over the medical records of the campers when Mike and Pat decided that they should get changed to go take their tests. As it was just us guys, Mike had no problems just changing right in the open. I had no problem with him changing where I could see him either. Pat was a tad shyer, choosing to change within the tent.

I watched Mike slowly unbutton his shirt, letting his torso break free from its khaki prison. A faint dusting of hair grew upon his chest with his nipples ringed by sparse dark hairs. His chest was well tanned and fairly muscular.

He had a nice treasure trail that I followed with my eyes from his navel to his shorts. Mike folding his shirt and placed it on the picnic table I was seated at. He turned around, back towards his duffel bag and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. He lowered them to his ankles--he wasn’t wearing underwear. While bent over, his ass spread just enough for me to see the rosy hole that I would long for. He was much more interesting than the forms I was perusing. Turning back around he pulled up his swim trunks, catching his dick in it, having it flop out instead of tuck in. He tucked it in saying Sorry about that. I assured him that it happens to us all. Pat emerged from the tent at that point and asked Mike if he was ready to go. I told them to have fun and make our troop proud. As they hiked down the trail together I knew that I had to see his dick closer.

Throughout the entire afternoon I couldn’t think of anything but Mike’s dangling bits. Since I couldn’t get them out of my head anyway, I decided that my “other head” could use a little “scratching”. I excused myself from camp and took off down a trail. I hiked for a good while, until I was sure that I was far enough away from camp that none would find me. I settled myself down behind a tree and just took in the surroundings. The drive must have taken more out of me than I had thought, as I quickly fell asleep.

I awoke later that afternoon to the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. That wet slapping sound that sets my heart strings strumming… and from the sound of it, more than one guy. I peered around the tree and saw three guys with their shorts to their ankles just jacking away…Judging from how quickly they shot they must have been working at it for a while. I’ll always remember the sight of those three youths slowly but surely stroking their pieces, one of them fingering himself while the others watched. One of them had some of the lowest hanging balls I have ever seen. I remember how they tightened right before he shot, and how they all had this twisted gleeful look on their faces that can only be described as monkey love. After they shot, they quickly dressed and went jokingly off down a deer path.

Needless to say I took care of myself, slipping my shorts down and pulling my cock free from its cotton prison. After what I had just seen, who wouldn’t… Then there’s what happened later that night…