Speech and Debate Pt. 13

But Daniel's patience with my fractured attention had come to an end.

I felt his hand on my ankles. He lifted my legs from the water and bent my knees, placing the soles of my feet on the flat rock. At the same time he took all of my cock deep into his throat and tightened his muscles around me.

With my knees bent and Daniel placed below me on the rock, he had a direct eye level view of my opening.

He only gave me a knowing, mischievous glance up through his thick eyelashes. No other warning. His thick index finger suddenly invaded my hole in a single thrust and arched upward hard. He knew exactly where my spot was now and he pressed it over and over.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck! Oh, god. Oh, god!" I screamed.

My arms lost the strength to hold myself up and I fell back to the smooth surface of the rock. My vision flashed to white. I had no choice but to stare straight at the sun high above. My eyes closed tightly against the blinding glare and the intense pleasure.

Daniel drew my slick cock from his throat and used his free hand to jerk my cock, pulling it down between my legs so that it pointed straight up.

"Oh fuck yes, Baby. Finger my hole. Faster!"

I writhed against his finger. I tried to fuck myself against his hand but the rock was hard to move against. Daniel blasted in and out of me, faster and faster, his grip on my cock mirroring his work on my hole.

"You want me to fuck that tight ass?" Daniel growled at me.

"Fuck my hole, oh god." I panted.

He added another finger and I screamed like a wild animal, my fists beat at the hard rock beneath me, my hips thrusting into the open air.

"Cum for me baby. Show them how it's done. Shoot that huge load for me."

Daniels two fingers worked in and out, twisting and stretching my hole.

"I'm gonna...fuck baby...I can't..ahhh....I'm..."

I think I hit my head pretty hard on the rock as my orgasm overtook me. Daniel had pushed a third finger in and my body erupted. My neck lost all strength to help up my head, my blood pumped loudly in my ears, echoing inside my skull and drowning out even the sound of the waterfall crashing against the rocks only 15 feet away. I felt my balls pull up almost entirely inside my body as Daniel's fingertips pressed into my spot hard and long with intense pressure.

"Oh my god!"

I don't know who said that. It could have been me. Probably was. Also very possible that it was the assembled crowd who watched the first volley spew from my long thick member. I know that I felt at least three streams of heavy hot cum leave my cock before the first one actually splashed down onto my stomach. Daniel had aimed it straight into the air.

"Yeah baby. Fuck that's hot."

I panted on the rock, unable to catch my breath or lift my head to face my friends.

I felt myself slowly settling back into my body, the sun warming me and bringing me back to life after what felt like a long long time. I felt Daniel lift me from the rock, taking my entire limp body weight in his arms and sliding me into the water. The cold shock of it brought me fully back to my senses by the time my feet settled on the smooth rocks on the bottom.

"Wow," Justin sighed.

His cock was still hard, pointing towards his face, about four inches of it sticking above the water like an erotic snorkel.

Daniel kissed me gently and held me close to his body, steadying me against his chest and taking some of my weight until my strength returned fully.

"That was awesome baby," I sighed contentedly, leaning my head on Daniel's shoulder. "Ian, you still have cum on your face."

Ian grinned, scooped some water in his cupped hands, and washed his face quickly.

"Better?"

I nodded.

"Thanks again," Justin whispered.

He rose on his toes and brushed a quick peck against Ian's cheek, his lips just barely making contact before he pulled back and stared at the water. Ian's eyes went wide for an instant, but he recovered quickly.

He snaked his big muscled arm around Justin's slim waist and pulled him a little closer to his side.

They made quite the pair: the huge, built, tan, muscle god and the slim fairy like being he seemed to be protecting in his arms.

"Thank YOU, dude," he replied sincerely.

I wasn't entirely sure, but I think Ian was actually blushing! At the very least, he was a little nervous. He couldn't meet Justin's gaze, but stared at the water instead. I hadn't seen him truly nervous around another person in a very long time.

"What time is it?" Daniel asked to no on in particular.

We all shrugged.

"Probably getting close to the time to head back, I guess," Ian replied. "We should dry off and start heading back soon."

Daniel led the way, walking slowly around the shallow edge of the pool to where I'd left our clothes folded on the rocks. We all followed him.

I couldn't help but ogle him from behind as he climbed towards the bank. The water streamed down his broad back and over his perfect ass. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook himself dry as much as he could. He found a wide, empty, sunny spot along the slowly flowing river and sat down easily. I sat beside him. Ian and Justin took seats beside us.

I laid back, my still hard cock flopping against my stomach. Daniel cozied up next to me, his head on my chest and my arm over his shoulder, my palm flat on the trimmed chest hair.

To my surprise, Justin mirrored our position, snuggling up to Ian's bulk. His fingers traced Ian's smooth skin and ran over the bumps and mounds of his abs, getting ever closer to his shaved prick but never quite reaching for it.

"Don't you all look comfy cozy." Gordon slurred from above us. He stood with his back the sun, obscuring his face. Tall Paul stood next to him.

"Shut up and dry off. We gotta get back to camp soon."

The pair sat down and laid back on the other side of Daniel.

My fingers brushed against Daniel's nipple and I felt him shiver against my side.

"Sorry, babe." I said.

I wasn't REALLY sorry. I flicked his nipple again.

"Mmmm. Do that again."

I tweaked his hard nipple and he moaned, pressed his lips to my neck and kissed the sensitive skin.

"I didn't cum yet..." Daniel whispered.

"Awwww," I cooed gently. "Is someone feeling left out?"

I reached between his legs and found his cock ready for me. I grasped the smooth silky skin of his shaft and tugged gently, watching his foreskin cover his engorged head and then roll back again.

"Yes, baby," he whispered, "jerk my cock for me."

I leaned down and turned his face up to meet mine, kissing him gently. The sun on our bare skin felt amazing and life affirming. Daniel's cock throbbed in my grip as I worked him up and down.

"You didn't....you know...either, did you?" Justin asked Ian quietly.

"You don't have to....ohhh,shit..." Ian moaned.

Good for Justin.

If the heavy breathing coming from beside me was any indication, he had worked up enough courage to take Ian's rock hard tool in his hand.

"Well if ya'll are gonna do it, might as well," Gordon said.

Though Daniel's heavy breathing and ever increasing pants and moans into my ear were more than enough to spur me on, I would be lying if I said the other three cocks being worked on either side of me didn't help set the mood.

"Yeah baby...faster....I'm getting close," Daniel breathed.

"You want to shoot that hot load for me, babe?" I teased.

"You want this hot cock buried in my tight nerd boy ass?"

"Oh fuck, keep going."

"Ditto," Ian growled.

"Cum for me baby," I prodded, jerking Daniel's gorgeous cock faster and faster, working my thumb over his head and gathering his precum, smoothing it over his silkky tanned skin. "Give me that load. I want it. Cum for me."

"Oh god...faster...don't stop...I'm gonna...oh god."

I felt Daniel's cock expand in my grip, felt the thick vein that ran along the underside of his manhood throbbing. I shot forward and placed my lips around his hard cock head. With two more strokes, he unloaded into my mouth.

I swallowed him as he shot, stream after stream of thick hot seed hitting my throat and coating my tongue.

"Oh holy fuck! You don't have to, Oh FUCK!" Ian bellowed behind me.

I turned my gaze, Daniel's cock still spewing it's last blasts onto my tongue, and saw that Justin had swallowed almost half of Ian's shaft and was taking his thick jizz in his mouth with natural ease. And obviously enjoying it. His cock throbbed and bobbed between his long lean thighs, leaking another thick load down his shaft without him even touching himself.

We lay there for several long minutes, letting the setting afternoon sunlight dry our skin, evaporating the cool droplets of river water and our cum, leaving wide streaks of chalky white on our thighs and chests like salt on the roads after a blizzard.

Well, those of us who didn't have someone to give our loads too anyway. Paul and Gordon, Justin and I, all bore the marks of our pleasure. Daniel and Ian were free of the stains. I caught them both looking at the others, admiring our badges of orgasm while we re dressed in the neatly folded piles of clothes I'd organized before we began our aquatic adventure.

The trek back up to the place were the trail diverged and we'd climbed down to the falls was MUCH more difficult to journey on the uphill.

I was a sweaty mess of limp hair and heaving chest, aching legs and back muscles when we finally crested the final hurdle nearly an hour later. More than a few times, Daniel had had to physically stop me from tumbling head over heels down the steep path when I lost my balance or misjudged a leap between two large rocks or roots.

Ian kept Justin directly in front of him.

I may not be the most coordinated or athletically gifted person to have walked this green earth, but compared to Justin, I was an Olympian. He fell backwards into Ian's chest and waiting arms more times than I could count.

No one could be that clumsy! I got the feeling that he was feigning his missteps just to be rescued again and again by the wall of strength and stability that lumbered watchfully behind him. And his efforts were not going unpaid. Every time Ian managed to steady the tumbling nerd once more, set him back two feet on the ground, he would look down and smile warmly. And Justin's impossibly green eyes smiled back.

Oh yes, something was definitely brewing there.

Finally, we were safely at the top, hands on our knees and attempting to catch our breaths. Even Ian sucked in giant gulps of air that made his chest appear almost obscenely large. I noticed the bulge in Justin's shorts as he watched the big lout from the corner of his eye.

We were discussing which direction to turn in order to find our hiking classmates, when a growing noise from off to the left, where the path lead to the lookout point, answered the question for us.

Quickly, we moved a few yards back down the Falls Trail and edged behind a large rock. The first of the group we'd abandoned for the detour came into view on the flat ground above.

"No stopping! All downhill! Chaperones to the front! Almost there!" Coach B barked.

The group was going at a very rapid clip, Coach B attempting to beat the setting sun. It still stood well above the tree line, but when it sank behind in a few short hours, darkness would fall quickly.

When the final student scrambled past, our group bounded back up the Falls Trail and rejoined the tail end of the departing line. We waited for a moment to see if we'd been discovered.

No one turned or paid us the slightest mind.

Apparently, they didn't teach a class on chaperoning before they let parents sign up for the job.

Never mind that, it all worked in our favor; we arrived back in camp and walked to our little enclave as if none of our afternoon detour had happened. Justin came with us, I was happy to see, urged by Ian's big hand on the willowy smaller boy's shoulder.

While the rest of us dressed and readied ourselves to join the group around the campfire for roasted hot dogs and S'mores, as was traditional, Ian helped Justin disassemble his tent from a section about 30 yards away and reassemble it right next to his own, within the bounds of our little protective clique enclosure.

It really was a lovely evening.

I was surrounded on all sides by friends, Daniel pressed close by me on the fallen log seat. How strange it was to think that if I'd never had spent that first night with my Daniel in Boston, all those weeks ago, if we'd never become what we'd become, I would still be here: but how different that would have been! I would be on the end of that log, closest to the chaperones, staring at the flames, lost in my own thoughts, trying to remain small and unnoticed, quiet and unassuming.

Instead, know I smiled and laughed and let myself relax among people who had truly come to know me.

Justin seemed to be lost in some similar daydreams. Every now and then his bright green eyes would go misty and wide, the leaping oranges and yellows of the fire pit playing across their glassy bright surface; in those moments he was far away, looking down on what was happening to him, as if it were a dream. I remembered that feeling.

By the time the Coach was ready to start telling the expected assortment of stereotypical camp fire ghost stories ( the man with the hook for the hand, etc.) Daniel scooted from the log at my side and shuffled between my thighs, his upper arms resting across my legs and his head falling back to my stomach.

Two or three sets of eyes widened when they noticed his move.

I saw one or two of the girls turn their heads and begin the raise their eyebrows and mouth things to their closest companions. Katy noticed as well. She was on the far edge of the ring, nearly directly opposite from our group. She stood abruptly and moved to the outside edge of the circle, like she was "It" in our grade-level wide game of Duck-Duck-Goose. She started walking deliberately towards us, her head down. I watched her lips moving silently as she came nearer. At the same time, I saw the eyes of every person she passed suddenly go a little wider, a little rounder. Sometimes their mouths hung open just a bit. As she passed them, they shook it off and began to stare intently, anywhere but in our direction.

"That should do it. You're welcome boys!" Katy sighed as if she'd just spent a tiring afternoon mowing the lawn and needed a refreshing glass of lemonade.

"What did you do to them?" I asked. "Are you a witch or something? Are they gonna be okay? Look at em! No one is even looking within five feet of us."

Katy giggled.

"I simply told them all that the things I know about each and every one of them might accidentally find their way into the yearbook if they didn't shut the fuck up, grow the fuck up, and leave other people's business to themselves."

"You threatened them?" Daniel asked, a little taken aback, but still lying comfortably between my legs. I let my fingers graze the sides of his temples, feeling his silky hair move beneath my fingertips.

"It's not a threat. Just a reminder. Simple reminder is all."

Daniel raised his eyebrow at her.

"Hey! I can't help it. I have a certain position socially now, alright? There are rules and stuff. You can't expect me to become Little Miss Goody Two Shoes overnight, okay? Geeze! At least I'm using my powers of darkness for good, right?"

Daniel couldn't help but smile at that. Neither could I.

"We appreciate it, Katy," I confessed sincerely.

Whatever she had done worked like a charm. No one paid us or our group any attention whatsoever. Not even when Coach B announced it was time to adjourn to our tents until morning.

Daniel wasted zero time in removing layers of clothing as we walked. By the time we passed the buffer tent, where my bags were stored and I was supposedly spending this evening, he had a pile of shoes, socks, shirt, and belt; and he held up his unbuttoned and unzipped shorts with one hand. He tossed the entire contraption in the little tent. He didn't even both to zip it back up.

"Someone's in a hurry," I joked. "Slow down, babes. There's no rush. We have all night."

Daniel kicked his shorts free and stood in the doorway of our big green tent. He was in only his white jock strap.

It seemed to glow in the moonlight, beckoning to me. He reached casually between his thighs and cupped his full nuts in one large hand, squeezing them and lifting them towards me.

"Well, I can't argue with that!"

My clothes joined his in the decoy tent. I, however, took the time to zip it up, just in case. No need to tempt fate or whatever furry critters roamed around at night.

I joined Daniel in the entrance of the tent, my arms moving around his waist, feeling the soft hairs of his stomach and my cock already rising to meet what was sure to begin any moment.

"Hey," Ian interjected as my lips brushed across Daniel's cheek. "Mind if we join you guys?"

He asked the question sheepishly, eyes downcast.

When he noticed the state of our undressing and obvious arousal, he quickly averted his eyes.

"Oh! Sorry. Didn't mean to...interrupt...Shit. Sorry, dudes."

Justin held a rolled sleeping bag to his chest and shuffled nervously behind Ian. He looked as if he would bolt any moment.

"Why can't you use your own tent?" Daniel asked, resting his hand on my ass and squeezing hard. My eyes bulged, but other than that, I think I did a good job of hiding my arousal.

"I...well, I didn't measure it first. It's too small. Our feet stick out...I mean...MY feet stick out the end."

"Dumbass," Daniel grumbled.

He sighed high and dramatically.

"Get in, then. But I make no promises that you aren't going to see things you might not want to. Our tent, our rules. You stay, you stay quiet. Understood?"

Ian and Justin both nodded as their smiles broadened.

Daniel jerked his head, and Justin and Ian scooted into the large tent as Daniel zipped us up inside for the evening.

Daniel had zipped together two sleeping bags for us to make one giant two person arrangement. Even as big as it was, it only took up about a third of the overall interior space. Daniel climbed in the far corner, nearest the back wall and I scooted in beside him, laying facing towards the middle of the tent. I pulled his big arm over my chest and cuddled back into him, levered on one elbow, my head in my hand. Daniel kissed the nape of my neck and I wound my finger into his and held our entwined grip to my chest, feeling the rise and fall of it and the steady drumming of my heart through our grasp.

Justin arranged his sleeping bag next to mine, towards the center. Ian placed his behind that, along the opposite wall. It was a nerd sandwich on Jock bread. So to speak.

Justin lay on his side, facing me. The much broader and hulking form of Ian rose like a large hill behind him, mirroring Daniel and I. However, Ian did not touch the fairy like strawberry blonde. Just hovered behind him. Justin was tense, anticipating a touch, craving it, but scared it would come; just as frightened that it wouldn't.

I winked at him reassuringly.

He smiled back and bit his lower lip.

I nuzzled back into Daniel and felt his growing hardness press into my ass. I ground myself slowly into him, urging him on as my hand lead his to wander down my chest to my stomach and over the bulge in my tight underwear.

My eyes fluttered closed, but before they did I saw Justin's green glowing eyes, still so bright even in the dim verdant moonlight that filtered through the wall of the ten. They widened a bit and his full lips parted.

Daniel ground himself into me. His fingers unwound from mine and continued to press into my skin. He worked them under the elastic of my waistband, inching closer and closer to my cock, over the trimmed pubes until he grasped me in his warm, rough fingers.