Summer Camp

He asked "Where did you go to last night? I bumped into Tom and the other members of staff but didn't see either you or Marc. It was a shame as I had been wanting to return the favour you did for me during the day."

"Oh, I had an early night" I replied, "I was shattered from the day's events."

"Never mind," I continued, "you don't need to worry about returning any favours, I rather enjoyed it too."

Toby pouted saying "I've been imagining ever since what it would be like to have your hand up my arse."

"First things first" I said, "have you had anything up there other than my finger?"

Shaking his head he admitted he hadn't.

"Well it takes a lot of practice and exercise before you'll be able to take a fist without causing yourself a serious internal injury." I informed him.

He looked so crestfallen that I felt sorry for him. "Look I have a suggestion, why don't you have a word your fellow students and see how many would be interested in learning this ability. Then if there is sufficient interest have a word with Douglas and Tom to see if an organised activity can be arranged. I'd be quite happy to lend a hand as it were."

This idea seemed to appeal to him as he perked up considerably and seemed to be making plans. Breaking into his train of thought I reminded him that we had a day's activity ahead of us. Taking this on board he put his plans to one side and mentally rejoined the here and now, just as well because we had just entered the outhouse and needed to pick our wetsuits.

After much searching and jostling I managed to find a wetsuit that would fit me, even if it wasn't very flattering in luminous orange and black. At least no one can miss me coming I thought to myself.

"Okay wise guys how do we get these damned things on?" I asked out loud.

As if answering my question Ross, the Aquatics Trainer, informed us that the easiest method of donning the wetsuits was to cover our bodies in talc to prevent the rubber from sticking to our bodies.

"What about our clothing?" We asked.

"It's advisable to remove outer clothing, as to underwear it's a personal matter, personally I prefer to go commando" Ross replied and demonstrated how it was done making it look so easy.

Sounds logical to me I thought, that explains why there are so many bottles of talc laying round. Wasting no time I quickly stripped down to my boxers then stepped out of them and began to talc my body all over. I didn't need to look round to know everyone else was stripping off too as I could hear the rustling of clothes and chinking of belt buckles hitting the floor. I didn't need to but the temptation to sneak a look at sixty naked men was overpowering so I casually glanced round taking in the sight of so many young and fit bodies making my cock twitch in response. Returning my attention to the task at hand I started to climb into the rubber suit. It was harder than it appeared, I was so glad Marc wasn't here because he would have laughed at me I must have looked so comical and ungainly during my struggles. Finally I was in and ready to go! Any feelings of self-consciousness quickly evaporated as everyone had brightly coloured wet suits, sixty birds of paradise – or perhaps more accurately sixty tropical frogs all eagerly wanting to get into the water.

Our first activity would be canoeing and in pairs we carried the first lot of fibreglass canoes down to the lake, laying them out in neat rows and then returned to the outhouse to collect the remaining canoes. Down by the lake Ross gathered us around and spent the next half an hour explaining the rudiments of canoeing i.e. steering, paddling, righting yourself should the canoe capsize etc. Once the lesson was completed one by one we launched ourselves onto the lake and followed Ross's instructions. After a while we began to gain confidence and were whizzing around like little hyperactive ducklings. With a sharp clap of his hands Ross indicated that we were to follow him and to keep up with whatever pace he maintained. He paddled away slowly enough and I had time to admire the lakeside scenery as we paddled parallel to the shore, but before long he upped the pace and we had to concentrate on paddling to keep up. Finally he was going at full speed, I felt like a speed boat with arms whirling and the canoe's bow breaking through the lakes wavelets but it was exhilarating. As I was getting to the point of exhaustion I realised we had just completed a full circuit of the lake and thankfully Ross slowed to a halt with only the slightest hint of heavy breathing. Meanwhile the vast majority of the students and me included were panting heavily trying to hear what he was saying to us. From what I could make out he was saying that we were going to take a break, take the canoes back to the outhouse and have a very light lunch before trying out the scuba diving for those interested.

Beaching the boats we clambered out of them and again in pairs we carried the canoes back to the outhouse where we dried them off and cleaned any debris off before returning to the lake to bring in the remainder of the canoes and clean them too. By the time that this task had been completed the castle staff had brought over two large picnic baskets and a crate of 500ml bottles of water for us to drink, setting them down on the grass lawn between the castle and the lake. Ross set about distributing the packed lunches, he hadn't been joking when he said it was a light lunch. One apple and a cereal bar would not keep me going all day but as Ross had explained we could not have a large lunch and then immediately going swimming without risking getting the cramps. Finding a comfortable spot to sit down I was shortly joined by Toby, Rob and John and enjoyed the casual banter that ensued. As we sat there eating the sun was breaking through the clouds and I was getting increasingly hot in my wetsuit so I unzipped it, took my arms out and peeled it down to my waist hoping the breeze would cool me down. However the clouds decided to do a disappearing act allowing the sun to beat down even stronger and I was still getting hotter so I turned to the others and apologised in advance for having to take the rest of the wetsuit off while they were still eating. Surprised by my apology Toby and Rob in unison told me there was no need to apologise, after all it was nothing they hadn't seen before. With a rueful smile I agreed and so peeled the wetsuit off completely, luxuriating in the sensation of the cooling breeze all over my naked body. Having finished eating I lay down on my side with my head propped up on my hand and rejoined the conversation. Oh the exhibitionist in me was enjoying itself, facing the other three I could not help but revel in the sight of them trying to maintain the conversation without making it obvious that they were looking at my body. Casually looking around me I could see that a few other guys had peeled their wetsuits down to their waists but none had actually stripped off completely like me, not that I was overly bothered after all this was a clothing optional establishment and also I was used to being naked while others remained clothed. I became increasingly aware that Toby and John were looking red in the face so I suggested that they remove their wetsuits too as they looked in danger of overheating! Toby grinned at me while John was a little more bashful but both took me up on my suggestion and quickly peeled off their wetsuits standing in front of me naked as the day that they were born. Toby as I already knew from yesterday's hiking was a total exhibitionist (just like me) and stood there posing for all to admire but John was a little shyer and stood with his hands covering his crown jewels. For John's benefit I asked them to sit down, much to his relief. Rob clearly felt he was the odd one out and as discretely as possible removed his wetsuit too, now we felt like the four musketeers ready to do naked battle!

Ross announced that our lunch break was over and that the scuba diving lessons would begin shortly. Looking over in our direction with eyebrows raised in surprise he advised us to put our wetsuits back on as the water will simply be too cold and by the look of the clouds the weather is closing in again. Casting a glance over my shoulder I could see his point as storm clouds were looming large and already threatening to block out the sun, sending a shiver down my spine. Moving as one the four of us grabbed our wetsuits and jogged back to the outhouse to talc our bodies and struggle back into the rubber gear. After much giggling and horsing around we made our back to the group who by now were gathered around Ross being instructed on how to the use the scuba equipment correctly.

Having been fitted up with all the gear we waded into the water up to our waists and then slowly dispersed throughout the lake practising the techniques shown to us. To be honest I found it a very creepy experience, the water was murky, seeing dark shadows silently pass me by was un-nerving and before long I made an exit for the bank hauling myself out onto the grass and enjoying a more familiar view. By now the weather had deteriorated and it was raining heavily, removing the air tanks and breathing apparatus I sat back and watched the rain hit the lake surface creating chaotic patterns. For once I was happy to wear the wetsuit, it was keeping me warm and enabling me to enjoy what would normally be unpleasant weather. My thoughts turned to Marc and I wondered how his day was going, whilst lost in thought I didn't hear Ross approach to the side of me and I jumped a mile when he tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was ok.

Recovering my composure, I smiled sheepishly and said "I am now that I am out of the water. It really gave me the creeps."

Nodding in sympathy he said "It is quite a common reaction and not everyone enjoys the experience. Is there any other activity you might prefer to do while there is still time and the other guys are occupied?"

I glanced up at him and casually asked "What activities are available?" at the same time licking my lips and let my eyes linger on his modest bulge.

Responding with a quirky smile he said "I have an idea or two but I'll have to check up on a couple of things in my office and perhaps you'd like to change into more comfortable clothing."

"Sure, why not." I replied "It's better than sitting here wishing my afternoon away and I'm certainly not going back into the water!"

With a chuckle he offered me a hand up before picking up the air tanks and slinging them over his shoulder as if they weighed nothing. I was impressed, for such a little guy he certainly seemed to have plenty of strength.

On returning to the outhouse Ross led me up a staircase, which I'd not noticed before (probably because it normally was hidden by the scuba diving equipment) and into his cosy office. Perhaps cosy was the wrong word, small and secluded would be more accurate! Taking up nearly half the room was a large oak table with a computer and monitor in one corner and the rest of the top covered in small piles of paperwork and larger piles of sporting magazines. Instead of the familiar office chair there was an ergonomically designed stool in matching oak and a large metal filing cabinet in the corner. As Ross busied himself clearing a space on the table he pushed the stool in my direction, invited me to make myself comfortable. Sitting down on it I found it strangely comfortable even though the design made my bum naturally hang over the edge and my feet were braced against the floor. Looking round at me Ross grinned acknowledging my expression and said that it was indeed a curious stool but one that he absolutely adored for its comfort and practicality. Finished with tidying up Ross suggested I remove the wetsuit before I overheated and if I told him where my clothes were situated downstairs he would fetch them for me. He was as good as his word and as I stood there stark naked in his office having removed the wetsuit he returned with my clothes carefully folded in his arms. Stopping in his tracks he simply stood there gazing up and down at my body with that quirky smile again. Feeling slightly self-conscious I glanced down at my body before asking what was the matter.

"Nothing" he replied, "I'm just admiring the view, that's all!"

Blushing slightly I reached for my clothes and offered the wetsuit in exchange.

Ignoring my gesturing he asked "What's was the rush? We have ages until the others will be back."

I said "There is no rush but I thought you might be busy and I wouldn't want to get in the way. Plus I don't want you to feel uncomfortable having a naked man in such close proximity to you."

Laughing at the last comment he waved it aside and said "Don't be silly, I am relishing having such a fine specimen to myself, it is a rare treat. Normally the guests at the castle only see me as part of the furniture, yet you seem different to the others and I sense there is a connection between us, perhaps we share common interests?"

Not knowing quite how to respond I simply smiled and asked "What do you have in mind for the next hour or so?"

"First I'm getting out of my wetsuit as I'm getting hot and then I will run some ideas past you on the computer." He replied.

With that he started to unzip his suit, casually I watched him strip. Mmm, not bad body, muscular, close cropped auburn hair and a smattering of body hair which was a stunning orange against his alabaster skin. His packet was in proportion to his frame, nothing to rave about but certainly nothing to turn your nose up at either. Facially he was clean shaven and his boyish looks belied his forty something years.

Having hung up his wetsuit he gestured for me to pull the stool up to the desk and switch on the computer. Sitting on the stool as I had before I reached forward and pressed the power button. I felt a tap on my shoulder to gain my attention, Ross informed me that I would be more comfortable if instead of having my feet placed on the floor I actually hooked them behind the two bars sticking out of the central support column of the stool. He was right, it was more comfortable although it changed my posture resulting in my bum feeling even more exposed to the extent that I could feel cool air flowing along my crack and past my hole. Now at last I understood the positioning of the central hole in the seat, my balls and cock neatly hung through preventing them from being squashed as I sat upright. Ross stood behind me as he told me how to log onto the University website and retrieve any emails that might be waiting for me. As I logged in I sensed a slight breeze but thought nothing of it until I felt something warm and wet flickering along my crack making its way slowly down until it found my hole. Looking over my shoulder I saw Ross down on all fours with his face buried between my cheeks. Enjoying the sensations I supported myself with my elbows and thrust my hips backwards giving him easier access. The tongue continued licking and teasing all around my ring, making me moan with pleasure, before slowly pushing the tip up inside repeatedly and finally entering as fully as possible. By now my cock was rock hard and with one hand I made to stroke it, however Ross slapped it away, told me to go with the flow and resumed the tongue fucking. I don't know how long it went on for because my head was tripping like crazy, my whole world had focused solely on my ring and the sensations it was experiencing.

Eventually when I thought I stand it no longer and my cock was bobbing wildly and about to shoot its load, the tongue withdrew and Ross stood up. Walking over to the filing cabinet he opened the lowest drawer and from my vantage point I could see that it was stuffed full of dildos, butt plugs, anal beads and tins of Crisco. I burst out laughing, when I had got my breath back I commented on the fact he'd said he rarely had guests.

Sending me a devilish grin he agreed with me, saying "It is a very good line to use and I rarely get a refusal. Are you about to change your mind?"

Feeling a little foolish that my ego had let me fall into such a simple trap I said "Of course not, I am up for a little fun as much as the next man."

"Good" he replied, "let's see how much can you take up your gorgeous hole? I'm going to ask you to watch the computer monitor, it's going to turn you on massively and at the same time allow you to focus completely on the sensations I'm going to give you. All I ask is that you trust me, I'm not going to harm you in any way."

"Okay. Fair enough, you've piqued my interest I must admit" I replied.

"Good, now turn around please and watch the monitor."

Doing as instructed, I turned around to see a blank monitor before it flickered into life and I was presented with the image of a naked man facing away from me, seated on some kind of stool in such a position that all that could be seen of him was his muscular back and his bum. The bum looked familiar and as I leaned closer to the monitor I lifted off the seat slightly and so did the man on the screen. Duh! How stupid am I? It was my bum I was looking at!

"Don't turn round," Ross warned me, "just keep watching the screen."

Sitting back down again I continued to watch the monitor, it was so surreal but I guess I now know what Marc sees in me. A gloved hand came into view holding a large wad of Crisco, it then proceeded to massage and push the increasingly soft grease up inside my hole, as I was already fairly relaxed three of the fingers were easily inserted and continued exploring inside my rectum. Seeing and feeling the action at the same time was even more of a head fuck than the rimming had been. Shortly the three fingers became four, and I guessed where this was going. Sure enough, sensing that my ring was capable of relaxing further the thumb tucked in behind the fingers and slowly, ever so slowly they pushed up inside me. As the widest part of the hand was reached there was a pregnant pause before my ring expanded and swallowed the rest of the hand up to the wrist, closing up behind it. There was a simultaneous sigh from both of us. Seemingly satisfied Ross just as slowly pulled his fist out leaving my hole to close after a slight delay. I could have blown there and then if my hands had been allowed anywhere near my cock. There was a slight pause before a black dildo came into view, ready greased, and appeared to be about two inches in diameter. It was placed against the hole and smoothly pushed inside, it looked dramatic on screen but compared to the fist felt quite slim so I took it with ease. It continued on its way until my inner ring was reached, the pressure eased off before increasing again. Breathing deeply I relaxed as best I could and with that the head of the dildo pushed past the ring and continued its journey into my bowels. I was beginning to wonder how long the dildo was, it wasn't uncomfortable but I was beginning to feel very full, on and on it kept sliding in until the gloved hand released its grip on the dildo to reveal the end of it, to my surprise it was a double ended dildo, hence its length. Having taken this fact in, the hand with a flourish pushed the remaining few inches into me until I had completely swallowed the whole damned thing!

Ross told me to push out slowly and release the double ender, I did so and watched gravity help it emerge and to continue until it fell out onto the floor with a quiet plop. I estimated that it must have been between eighteen and twenty inches long, and I now felt empty without it in me. I made the mistake of admitting this to Ross.

"Oh don't worry," he laughed, "I have plenty more where this came from."

Returning from the filing cabinet he started to grease up the next toy, which looking at the monitor appeared to be identical to the previous dildo except that this one was about three inches wide. Again once greased up it was inserted up my rectum until it was fully buried inside me, because it was slightly wider my inner ring resisted a little but not for long. I think it was probably a little longer at may be twenty two inches. When Ross allowed me to release it my anus was slow to close, the image on the screen was just so horny, even if it was my hole I was watching. The next dildo to appear on screen nearly made me want to get up and run away in fear, certainly my anus clenched up tight. Ross suddenly slapped me on the cheek and told me sternly to relax and trust him. Suitably chastised I sat back down and did my best to relax, not very well I must admit, so to help me out four latex fingers appeared on screen and massaged my ring until it was loosened up again. This time I did my best to accommodate the intrusion, but it was more difficult as the dildo had to be four inches in diameter, in other words the same width as the hand that had been inserted at the start of this session. As the dildo slid up my rectum and hit my inner ring I felt myself flush all over from the effort to relax sufficiently to allow it pass through the ring. Ross was not only patient with me but also skilled in the art of anal insertions, he took his time with me rotating the head and gently pushing and pulling it until finally my ring gave in and it slid all the way in. As it did so I arched my back in an attempt to make the intrusion more comfortable, unfortunately I failed and could bear it no longer so rising a little from the stool and assumed a squatting position. It was just like having a shit, the relief I felt as the dildo fell out of my gaping hole was immense, looking up at the screen my hole was just in view and what I saw was amazing. My anus remained wide open and so did my inner ring allowing me to see right up in side, it was a sight that I had never seen before and something about it was hypnotic. Behind me Ross was beside himself with delight, he was laughing and clapping and kept repeating "yes, perfect, yes perfect". As the two rings slowly closed up again Ross told me to sit down on the stool again and as I did so I saw the tip of a large butt plug touch my anus before being thrust inside in one go. As my ring closed round the neck of the plug the monitor went blank and Ross asked me turn round until I faced him. He was on his knees and as I stopped moving he took my erection in his hands and proceeded to wank me off, just as I started to shoot my load he put his mouth over the head and swallowed every last drop of my spunk as he frantically wanked himself off at the same time.