Benjie’s Young Men's Church Group Overnight Camp-Out

Santa Clause with his flock of four 18-year-old ‘elves’

Brother Cecil is sitting in his folding chair watching the four boys as they frolic and doing wild horseplay in the swirling waters of the rolling dark river and just naturally being red-blooded stiff-cocked young men in the dark murkiness of the Hallapahaw River. But Dangnut seems to be the one telling the others what they can and cannot do. That strikes Brother Cecil as peculiar. Odd. He was the quiet one on the bus while the three ‘triplets’ made all the ruckus. And Rickey just seemed to be so disinterested in everything in general that was happening among everyone in the church van.

Dangnut caught his attention the moment the blonde-haired 18-year-old dropped his saggy pants. In that instant. The moment was magnetic. The kid has himself a real stunner of a cock between his two lanky legs.

It reminded him of the first time he ever laid his eyes on the young Gerry Palmer, the other Good Deacon, naked, and with his raging hard-on jutting out from between his two muscular legs. But Gerry at that time was a stocky teen, quite the opposite of the lanky Dangnut kid. Now. But what he always remembers is that time they were on that camping trip when he was barely a boy of eighteen. He had just turned eighteen less than a month or so before they all went out on that excursion. He had overheard one of the other campers, one of the other boys that night, talking about Gerry as he walked up to the campfire from where the other adults were gathered at some distance away from these group of boys. Things got quiet on his approach, but he had heard enough to figure out what it was and who it was the other kids was jawing on about over that roaring fire.

“Did you see that cock on Gerry?” The other boy was saying, apparently, a group of them had gone off to the edge of the woods to take themselves a piss. Out of the firelight. And what they thought were away from the prying eyes of others. Gerry dropped his jeans. No underwear. As always. The boy never liked to wear them. Still does not despite how it looks like he has a sausage stuffed down inside his pants. One of the other boys saw his cock and ran back to the campfire to tell all the other boys about how dang big and thick that sucker was between Gerry’s legs.

Gerry later told Brother Cecil he had to pull down his jeans in front of everybody and show them his cock. And he was not even hard when he yanked down his jeans, but he got there fast. They did not believe the other guy when he ran back to tattle about the size of Gerry’s cock; they thought the other boy was a liar. He said later that tonight one of the older guys. A twenty-year-old, and friend of one of the other guys on the trip, had sucked him off, quite adeptly, while they both were deep in the woods after everyone had gone off to bed for the night. It was Gerry’s first ever full blowjob. No one ever knew about it. If Gerry had not told him, he would not have never known, himself. It was after that Gerry got naked for Brother Cecil and that is how their friendship developed. Grew. And persists to this very day. And with all the added benefits both have come to enjoy.

And Dangnut made that same type of impression on him today when he got naked. He did not expect to be so flabbergasted, but the kid has one of those one-in-a-million marvelous cocks. Heck, his friends call him, Dangnut. They know he is something special.

Brother Cecil suddenly turns his head. What was that? He ponders. The boys in the river noticed the loud noise through the wilds around them too and come running up to Brother Cecil. Birds even flew from their places in the trees. As the foursome run up, the four cocks of these 18-year-olds bounce about hitting themselves like hard fleshy daggers into their developing pubic bushes around their impressive manhood’s. As they stand in front of Brother Cecil all he can see are these young men’s flourishing cocks. The three darked haired pubes of the so-called ‘triplets’ and the blonde shagginess wrapped around Dangnut’s powerfully extended spear.

“What was that Brother Cecil?” One of the four ask. Brother Cecil is not sure; he is distracted by the packages of meat directly in front of his white bearded face.

Admittedly, right now, he feels like a Santa Clause with his flock of four 18-year-old ‘elves.’

“We are out in God’s creation, no telling what it was.” He answers the boy in his somewhat mocking tone. Whomever it was. (Remember this was when Rickey busted his nut into Brother Gerald’s mouth as he gave him his first ever blowjob. Supposedly. But that is in question lurking in Brother Gerald’s mind.)

“Y’all boys ever heard of a Circle Jerk?” Brother Cecil asks.

All four nod their heads. ‘Yes.’

“We do them all the time, sir.” One of the four say.

“You do?”

“Yes sir!” They all say in practiced unison.

“Would you do so for me now? On me!” He asks but a maniacal grin. “Or have you boys already jacked-off for the day?”

They all say they have gotten a load off at least one time today, but they could do for another. No problem. Brother Cecil knew they could. He got off sometimes four or five times a day when he was their young age.

The four boys begin to stoke their cocks an in a matter of seconds each of their cocks are pointing out from their groins like a man’s most thrusted weapons. As Brother Cecil watches this young masculine studs’ equipment unfurls his cock begins to stiffen in equal response. But Cecil’s eyes are drawn to the longest penis. Dangnut’s.

“Brother Cecil.”

“Yes, Daryl.”

“Do you still fuck at your age? I know your wife has done up and died and all. And I am so sorry to hear about that, Sir. But do you still fuck? We all want to know. We have talked about it among ourselves.” Daryl asks.

“How old do you think I am boy?”

“Oh, no sir. I do not think you are too old. My grandpappy is much older than you.” Daryl continues. “But that cock of yours. It is so damn hard. Look at it. I know you jack-off. You are doing it right now. I have even caught my daddy pulling his pud when we have been out there on the hunting trails. And I know he fucks my Mama cause I still hear my mom squeal from one end of the house, to the other. Man, do I still hear them. Mama has some mighty strong lungs on her when dad is jabbing him with his ramrod cock.”

“Daryl, son, get to the point.” The good brother sounds exasperated at the droning on from his young charge.

“Sir, do you have a girlfriend?”

Brother Cecil does not hesitate. “I have a friend, son. Me and my dearly departed, the lovely Mrs. Thompson, we quit fucking some time before she gave up the ghost. It happens. I am sorry to say but I have had myself a piece on the side for quite some time. And still do.”

“What’s a sidepiece?” The boys all pipe-in at one harmonious time. They do not know what he means.

“Yeah, boys, a sidepiece. A man is always ready to spew his load at the drop of a hat. And you do not want to waste it on the damned unholy ground. That is a sin, you know. You have to have a proper place to deposit the good man-seed that the Good and Mighty Lord has beset to bless you with.”

“I understand, Brother Cecil. I have given Daniel many of my loads.” Daryl says.

Brother Cecil looks to Daniel. The boy smiles at him. Yep. He shakes his head in agreement. It is true.

“And I give mine to Daryl.” Mickey says.

And Daryl shakes his head accordingly too.

Brother Cecil looks to Daryl and get a similar smile.

“And I give mine to Mickey.” Daniel says.

And then Brother Cecil looks to Mickey getting the same and similar grin as he got from the other two.

“But we are always a changing it up, Brother Cecil.” Mickey says. “Everyone of us three trades out on who gets which of our spunk. We do not waste it on the ground. We know that is a sin. And we do not like to commit sin. Ever.”

The boys grin like someone possessed.

But during this whole conversation Dangnut says nothing. He strokes his cock as the boys and Brother Cecil continue with their talk and their stroking.

“And what about you, Dangnut. What do you do with yours?” Brother Cecil asks.

“I give my seed to all three of them.” Dangnut says confidently. “But I take nothing from any of them. Besides the delights of their tight light bubbled asses.”

“So, you are the head honcho? The Alpha?”

“Brother Cecil. No disrespect but have you seen my cock. I don’t think they want to give this up.” Dangnut thrust out his cock in defiance. But it is true.

Brother Cecil nods his head in agreement with the arrogant boy. He is right. Who would? It had enthralled him since he first looked upon it. And he has fallen under its tempting sway.

“Would you mind if I taste your cock, Dangnut?”

“I was wondering when you were going to ask me. You’d been eyein’ it ever since I took down my pants.” The boy, Dangnut says.

“Well come here boy. Come to good ole Brother Cecil and let me bath that sweet tool in my mouth.”

“No! Brother Cecil. You bring your ass over here and get it.” Dangnut orders. The temperature of his voice sounding more man than boy in his few words.

Brother Cecil does not hesitate at the eighteen-year-old’s deliberate demand. He is up and out of his chair and his white bearded mouth is tightly wrapped around Dangnut’s cock in a split-second.

Dangnut knows he is in control. He has been so since the first time he fucked the other three boys in the ass on one of their own overnight sleepovers when they were younger. They nearly got caught. But they learned to not do it at everyone’s house. Their Mama’s knew something was up. The only one he had not fucked was the other boy, Rickey, but he did not think he ever would. They seemed more like competitors than friends. They were always going after the same piece. So far, their numbers appeared to be about the same or so he figured in his head. And he had to pass that motherfucker with a new conquest. He figures that Rickey has already gone after Brother Gerald’s ass. They have been gone for quite a while now in the woods. He saw how each of them were doing the once-over of the other. That will put Rickey’s numbers ahead. And Dangnut will not be upstaged by Rickey.

“Don’t you go a-gagging on my cock, Santa Claus.” Dangnut says as he holds the older man’s head to his cock. “And boys, you best not come till I tell you too.”

Mickey. Daniel. And Daryl all say, “yes sir,” like they have all been trained to do by Dangnut. They do what he says and when he tells them to do it. They want more of his cock when he gives it to them. And they manage to keep him supplied with new ripe batches of boy-ass. Those other 18-year-old that have heard about Dangnut’s endowment. They want a piece of it. But they are his main asses to fill. These ‘triplets.’ He has told them that, but they doubt what he says is true. They know at some point Dangnut will leave and find other pieces of ass. And they dread that day’s arrival.

Bother Cecil continues to swallow the younger Dangnut’s cock. Dangnut can feel the back of Brother Cecil’s throat.

“Don’t you dare gag on my cock, ole man.” Dangnut says. “You don’t waste what I done up and give you.”

Brother Cecil nods his head as he continues to be choked by the man with his enormously long and somewhat thick cock in his mouth.

“You boys get yourselves in a circle around me and the ole man, Santa Claus, here. I am a-thinking about doing something, else.”

The boys comply as they continue to stroke their cocks. As they move about into their place.

“And get your damn hands offa your cocks. I don’t want you blowin’ that seed of yours yet.” Dangnut says.

The three 18-year-olds drop their hands to their sides. Their cocks aiming for a target yet unrealized. And unseen.

Dangnut continues to ram his cock into Brother Cecil’s mouth. This continues for a while. Dangnut wants himself fully hard.

“Brother Cecil.” Dangnut pauses. “I am gonna cum around behind you and put my cock in your ass. And you are going to take it. Without any argument. And you are not going to utter a damn peep.”

But Brother Cecil is overjoyed. He wanted to be the one to fuck the boy, but he is more than willing to be fucked by him. The whole time he was swallowing Dangnut’s monster cock he had been flexing the muscles inside of his ass. He was that excited. He had wanted one of the other boys to fuck him as he fucked Dangnut. But he will do whatever Dangnut says and wants. You do not argue when you are getting what you want. Or more than what you want.

As Dangnut yanks his cock out of Brother Cecil’s mouth he is missing it already.

“Mickey, go let Brother Cecil suck on your cock.”

Mickey moves around. As soon as the boy gets to where he needs to be. Brother Cecil has already started sucking on it.

“He’s hungry, Dangnut.” Mickey says. “He nearly bit my cock clear off when he took me into his mouth.”

Brother Cecil is overly excited he would have never done such a thing. He knows how wonderful an 18-year-old cock can be.

“Don’t you cum in his mouth, Mickey. Don’t ya. Don’t none of y’all come yet or there will be hell to pay for the one who does so before I tell you too.”

Dangnut moves around behind Brother Cecil. Positioning his cock to go down the deacon’s most precious and tender opening.

“Now, good Deacon Cecil, you are going to take all of my cock. All of it. Ain’t you. And you will not squeal out or yell, but your ass will swallow it all. Do you hear me?” Dangnut says.

Now one thing Dangnut did not know about the good Brother Cecil, who happened to also be over the Deacon Council of Greater Arbor Church was that he was a former military man. He had been fucked by the likes of a cock just like Dangnut’s back in his early service days. It was what he thought off when he saw that boy’s cut cock a short time ago. His ass got so wet in that moment and it was why he had been flexing his tender insides. He wanted it inside him. Any of their cocks inside him. He was just not sure just when it would happen. Today under the sun or tonight under the moon. But it was going to happen, and Brother Cecil was more than sure of it.

As Dangnut’s cock slides into Brother Cecil’s hole. The boy’s cock is squeezed by the deacon’s sheer tight hole. But not unused. Gerry fucks him quite regular since he is his much-valued sidepiece.

“Uh!” Brother Cecil moans. “Uh!”

Brother Cecil continues to suck on Mickey’s cock as Dangnut buries another inch deeper inside into the ‘Santa Claus.’

“Mickey trade places with Daryl.” Dangnut orders.

Daryl moves over in place of Mickey as Brother Cecil takes the boy’s cock into his mouth. Mickey moves to where Daryl just came from.

“Don’t y’all boys cum.” Dangnut orders.

Dangnut gets another inch buried deep inside the good deacon. And a low squeal escapes from the man’s mouth despite him being told to not do it. Dangnut knows he would do it. They all do it when he fucks them.

Another inch. An another, slides into the white-haired ring hole of the good deacon.

“Your ass is really nice.” Dangnut says, “Has the good Brother Gerald been planting his seed in there?” Dangnut suspected as such. He had caught the two men in the Men’s bathroom a time or two making goggle eyes at one another.

Dangnut goes deeper still. He is nearly all the way in. Or in as much as he is in any other man’s ass. He knows the ass will stop his descent at some point. It always does.

Brother Cecil does not answer him about Brother Gerald fucking him. He thinks Dangnut already knows the answer to that question.

Dangnut begins to rock his hips back and forth, while his cock jabs away at Brother Cecil’s tender interior. It is hitting Brother Cecil in all the right places. Massaging his delicate prostate with his abundant length.

As he sucks on Daryl’s cock, he finds he cannot keep his mouth shut.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Brother Cecil begins to cry out with each poke of the boy’s swelled cock inside him.

Dangnut lets the old man make his few remarks. He will allow him to do so this time.

“Get that mouth back on Daryl’s cock. I did not tell you to stop sucking, Santa Clause.” Dangnut orders.

Brother Cecil goes back to the slobbered-up tool of Daryl, but he finds it increasingly difficult to not let out a yelp or a squeal as Dangnut’s hearty spear plunges deep into his ass. It has been decade’s since he has been filled so full. And to the bream. Not since Barney fucked him in that hotel out from Tulsa when they were on leave that time. It was only once that Barney, a fellow military man fucked him, but his ass has that muscle-memory logged into his body on how glorious it felt. No man up until now, not even Brother Gerald, has brought back the memory of his long-forgotten friend. But Dangnut has. Oh man, has Dangnut’s cock flooded him with past endeavors.

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me with that cock Dangnut!” Brother Cecil says, taking his mouth off Daryl’s still swollen cock and commences with his loudness.

Dangnut does like how the good Deacon is acting. He likes to hear them all yell out his name. It makes him harder. Both are covered in the sweat from their exertions. The sun beats down from on high. And the flowing of the mighty Hallapahaw River makes its sweet tunes as it rushes by the five of them. But all Dangnut cares about is his cock sliding in and out of the bent over man’s sweet…sweet ass.

“Change places. Daniel. Get in Brother Cecil’s mouth!” Dangnut orders between his ramming thrust.

“But he didn’t suck on me long, Dangnut!” Daryl finds.

“Don’t give me any lip, Daryl! Daniel, do what I say!”

Daniel moves and Brother Cecil locks his lips around the third boy’s cock. They have all tasted wonderful. And the cocks were quite impressive. He could tell in their Bible class that all the boys were packing some meat. All their hands are constantly fiddling with their erections and when they did not have erections, they made them happen. He had plans to see them all this weekend but then there was Dangnut, and he changed it all. You must adapt. That’s what the service taught him.

Brother Gerald was already interested in Rickey. And that seems to have worked out well for Gerry. They are still gone. Cecil hopes the fellow deacon was not to rough on the poor boy. But Gerry had seen the boy named Rickey in the bathroom. And wanted a sample of his cock.

Oh, Dangnut’s cock feels wonderful as it rams in and out of Brother Cecil’s ass. He felt a few times that the boy was about to blow. But he didn’t. And he has said nothing as he continues to squeeze his ass tight around Dangnut’s cock. The boy must like it. He rams harder and harder.

Dangnut is a beast. The kid has remarkable control. Telling the other three what to do while he pounds away at Brother Cecil’s ass.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” Dangnut yells. Brother Cecil had felt the boy’s cock increase in size within him. He knew it was time. He erupts inside Brother Cecil’s hole.

Brother Cecil’s hole-canal is hit with a gush of Dangnut’s cum, its hot white wave fills all the good deacon’s interior. The kid slams harder driving his cum deeper into Brother Cecil’s ass.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” Brother Cecil yells loudly as he is filled with the boy’s warm seed.

Each time Dangnut slams his cock into the ass of Brother Cecil, the jolly ole man, leaks a little more cum from his balls as his prostate is stimulated by the powerful thrust from the 18-year-old blonde-haired lanky Dangnut.

Brother Cecil’s seed is deposited in the white sands never to grow anything. This is the sin that he hates more than anything and would have rather deposited into another man’s hole like his that is now being filled to overflowing.

“Daryl fuck Brother Cecil!” Dangnut says he pulls his cock out of the tightly clutched hole that he just filled. He walks to face Brother Cecil. “Clean my cock off, good Deacon.”

Daniel steps away allowing Dangnut to be cleaned-up by the tongue of the bent over man.

It is not long before Daniel empties his nuts. By this time, Brother Cecil’s hole is awash in another’s young 18-year-old spunk. But that is not all.

“Fuck him, Mickey!” Dangnut orders as Brother Cecil lips is still wrapped around his cock.

And when Mickey finishes dumping his load in the good Deacons hole.

“It is your turn, Daryl.” Dangnut orders and the last boy deposits his load, along with the others into Santa Clause’s ass-sleigh.

Brother Cecil rinses the spunk with his mouth from the three boys still hard cocks. They are not finished.

All four stand in the white loamy sand around Brother Cecil. His hole is leaking the ripe seed of all four of the young men gathered about him. His cock is still throbbing as the four jack-off above him. They have recovered rather fast from their dumped first load and are ready to go at it again in no time, but they are young, it is expected.

“Give me more! Give me more!” Brother Cecil yells as he looks up into their hairy bushes of those gathered around him in a circle. In the distance he can see Brother Gerald and Rickey approaching as he is once again anointed with the cum from those towering teens.

This overnight camp-out was a glorious idea. Imagine had the other boy, Benjie, been able to come. Who would have had him? Would it be Him? Or Gerry? Or Dangnut? Or Rickey? One may never know. But there is always next time, like he told the boy in the classroom.