There were 12 beds in our dorm, metal-framed, and only 2'6" wide, they rattled when anyone moved. Lights out was 10 pm. Almost immediately, you could hear the bed springs going as guys masturbated. Some nights, once the coast was clear, we'd chuck a couple of towels on the floor, and, in the half-light, have a circle jerk. I'd always try to cum last, so I could watch the other guys shoot their loads. Some barely dribbled out, whilst others shot several feet. As we became more comfortable with each other, guys would wank one another, some even kissed. They may mostly be straight, but carnal needs in young men must be met. We had been doing it for several weeks, when someone noticed that I watched everyone else, before jerking myself. The following evening, we all gathered round as usual, but I was hauled to the ground and stripped. I looked up at eleven cocks of various sizes. One by one, they came over me, a deluge of spunk running off my face and body. They then watched as I added my load to the rest. I wiped most of it in the towels, but slept stinking of cum. I would have to have another wank in the night.
Kian's family lived in Northern Ireland. Because of the troubles from years ago, his family were reluctant to let him join. I had the hots for him from the start. Bright ginger hair, blue eyes, and dimples, most girls would give anything to have his looks. When we had weekend leave, he had to stay in the camp as it was impractical to go home. I hit on the idea of inviting him to my place. My parents had known about my sexuality for years and were very supportive. He willingly took up the offer. Mum met us at the station, and was immediately smitten by his Gaelic charm. We have a typical 3-bed semi. With my young sister in one bedroom and my parents in another, Kian had to sleep in my room. I offered to put up a blow-up bed, but he said he'd be happy to sleep with me. My dreams were coming true. The first time he visited, once the lights were out, we kissed quietly and jerked one another. The next time, I went down on him, toying with his balls, I spent ages down the duvet, fellating him, edging until he shot a massive load down my throat. I tossed myself. After several visits, we sixty-nined. Then, one Saturday morning, my parents took my sister to get a new school uniform and P.E. gear. Kian and I started making out as soon as they had left. When we were in a sixty-nine, I asked him to wet a finger and put it in my hole. It was the first time anyone ad been there since the rape, but this felt wonderful as he gently finger fucked me. I reached in my bag for some shower gel and told him to put a load on his dick. I turned round so we were spooning. I felt so relaxed, he popped in easily. "Go on, fuck me", and nature took over. I wanted to kiss him, so we changed around and he mounted me, pumping me like a porn star. I tossed myself in time to his thrusting, and very soon we reached a crescendo. Cum spilled out of me as I received his babies. He collapsed on top of me, kissing. He said he'd fucked a girl, but this was a different level. I knew it wouldn't be the last time.
Back in camp, it became general knowledge that we were together. We had a certain amount of banter, but I didn't give a fuck. We would take any opportunity to have sex, either just a wank, or a quick fuck in the toilets. My parents adored him, and I'm sure they knew what we were up to.
There was one guy in the camp, Philip (Pip), who wanted in on the action. Kian and I were unsure, we were very happy together. Then, one day, the three of us were together in the woods, orienteering. Out of sight of everyone, Pip said he'd give us both a BJ. We flopped our cocks out and kissed, while he went to work on our dicks. It had to be quick, as we could hear voices in the distance. We ended up wanking over him and moving off before we were caught. Maybe an occasional threesome would be fun, and I've yet to fuck anyone...
