Camp Master

by D. Reid

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Monday, 16th April 2007

My name is Dylan Hurst and I'm an 18-year-old university student. I study biology, and right now, I'm on a five-day camping trip with my classmates as part of the course. The unit I'm currently doing is all about the plant life of the British countryside, so I need to collect specimens to examine and write about when my classmates and I go back to the uni.

Tonight is the first night, and as the day draws to a close, the mood of the trip has been set - work during the day and drunk partying in the night. Because tomorrow is going to be an early start and I’m not a morning person, I decided to go back to my tent before everyone else began to drink. I struggle to do work when hungover, as well, even though the alcohol is tempting.

Unfortunately, as it's well into night at this point, the campground itself is dark. Thankfully, some of the tents are lit because others are as sensible as I am, though the yellow lamps everybody's been given don't help me because the fabrics are so dark, despite the light, I can’t see the colour properly. I roughly remembered where mine is, though, so after a minute of making girls in bras scream at me to get out, I found mine and unzipped it.

The tent is fairly large, blue with a yellow rim. I closed the zip again and turned on the light, setting it down besides the sleeping bag my brother handed me before the trip. I'll turn the light off when my best friend gets here, but for now, it's just me and the Victorian-style lamp.

The night is cold and I felt a bit chilly, so decided to get into my sleeping bag. First, I removed my shirt like a model, both hands on either side of the hem and pulling it over my head. After an ex boyfriend decided he wanted to see me do it like that, I found it an easy habit to fall into.

Next, I removed my socks and shoes, throwing them off to the side, my clumsiness making a shoe hit the lamp with a tinny sound. Swiftly forgetting it, however, I undid the button of my jeans and unzipped the crotch. I found myself beginning to get horny, so a small bulge popped out between the opened zip. I removed my jeans by standing up and taking them off, finding the bulge getting larger as I do this. That's what happens when I don't cum in the morning (early start) - small things such as removing clothes makes me hard in the evening.

Still standing up, I pulled the white boxers over my dick and let it bounce in joy at being free. At 8” long with a girth of 2.5”, even I get impressed with my dick whenever I look at it. I'm so tempted to play with myself but remembered my friend will be coming, and I don't want him to see this. This is the first night in three years we’re sleeping together, and my dick is making me lust for him, so I want my body to be a surprise.

Regardless, I took the boxers off and crouched in my tent completely naked. I opened up my backpack and squeezed the boxers in there. Feeling a little bit kinky, I looked through my bag and grabbed my tight briefs.

I put my legs through the underwear and pulled them up to my waist. My entire head poked out the top, so I grabbed my dick and pushed it down into my briefs to create a massive domed bulge that would make even the most devoted top wish he'd get fucked.

Comfortable, I laid down and closed the sleeping bag, but I stayed on my back so my bulge is still a bit prominent. How I loved having a big dick.

To keep it erect, I imagined my friend, named Antonio Wareham, coming into the tent completely naked with his dick at full mast. In my fantasy, I thought of him grabbing my bulge, unzipping the bag, sucking my dick until I came in his mouth and then riding me while I'm still in my underwear until the sun came up, load after load filling his arse while he shoots load after load onto my body.

Without realising, I began to play with myself, rubbing my bulge and beginning to finger my nipples, twisting and pinching them.

Suddenly, the tent opened and Antonio appeared, his brown hair and hazel eyes staring straight at me nonchalantly. I don't think he noticed me as I quickly stopped what I was doing, though my dick screamed to be played with again, twitching in my briefs and beginning to leak precum.

“Why aren't you partying?” Antonio asked, rolling his r’s with his Spanish accent. He was born in 1989 like me, but in Almería, Spain, and moved here in 2000 when we began secondary school at the same time. We'd been inseparable ever since. The only thing I keep from him is being gay. I don't know why, and I've had many opportunities to tell him, but it's just the way it is.

“Early morning,” I replied, noticing my bulge getting smaller.

Goddamn it, I thought to myself.

Antonio laughed at my response and said “You need to learn to have fun. Enjoy the party. If you don't do it now, you'll regret it.”

Typical Antonio - carefree and always of the mindset that everybody else should be. There's a reason I had a crush on him once. Sort of still do, hence my fantasies with him.

“I just don't think it's a good idea,” I replied. “Parties don't appeal, anyway.”

“You do you,” he replied, taking his hoodie off. I turned around when I realised he's stripping despite, but he said I don't need to be a prude. I saw him naked once when we went skinny dipping on holiday to Spain with his parents. I got hard, but I'm still glad he didn't notice. Or if he did, he wouldn't say.

So, I watched him take his shirt and then socks off. He pulled his jeans down to reveal very small briefs (so small I thought they were a jockstrap until I glimpsed fabric covering his arse as he stood up). His balls poked out the side because of the size, which turned me on. He then pulled them down to reveal his flaccid dick, not paying any attention to it.

He laid down next to me completely naked and stared at the tent on his sleeping bag, his head on his hands. I stared at him slightly lovingly for too long until I realised what I was doing embarrassingly and diverted my attention...by looking down his body. Then I saw that he's hard!

Already having a semi at the sight of his naked body, this made me hard. I saw his dick, about 7” long, curve towards his chest at peak hardness, a small string of precum leaking onto his snail trail. How has he not noticed? I realised I had my own precum leaking again, likely creating a wet patch at the end of my bulge.

I then noticed Antonio staring straight at me, and his eyes darted from my face to my bulge. I looked down and noticed it's prominent through the sleeping bag again, the large dome hiding my cock leaning towards his dick.

“Get out the bag,” he growled. I was slightly taken aback by the command, not having seen this side of him before. He repeated the command.

At his request, I unzipped the sleeping bag and exposed my mostly bare body to the elements. Indeed, the end of my bulge is soaked, but I didn't expect precum to leak through and begin to pool onto the floor as soon as it’s freed. How can a man be so sexy that this is the result of looking at him naked?

Suddenly, Antonio found himself on top of me, his legs between mine. He turned my body so I'm on my back and staring straight into his eyes.

One hand left my side and he went into his backpack. He revealed a piece of cloth to me, showing it to me like a trophy.

“I'm going to blind you with this,” he said aggressively but passionately. “So you won't see this great time.”

I nodded and he did nothing.

“Whenever I order you, you call me sir. I won't do it if you don't,” he said.

“Yes...sir,” I replied, finding the name strange. It feels right, however. Natural.

With that, he pulled the cloth over my eyes so I can't see anything. All I can do is feel his movements, his hands caressing my body. They found the top of my precum-soaked briefs and pulled down swiftly, feeling my massive cock be pulled down and fall back, slapping my stomach in a way that made Antonio growl. I feel like his prey, which made the situation sexier.

“You're a slut, aren't you?” Antonio asked.

“Yes, sir,” I said, more confidently this time.

“I can see why,” he said. “With a big cock like this, you have to be a massive slut.”

Being called a slut filled me with a sense of pride, like all the guys I've fucked is an achievement.

Antonio took the briefs off completely and I felt them land on my chest in his hand. Without warning, I felt his lips touch mine, his kisses warm and passionate. They come from a place of love, but they’re full of lust, as well. He wants me. All of me.

Having finished kissing me, I felt him grab the briefs and stuff them in my mouth like a gag, purposefully putting the precum soaked part over my tongue so I can taste it. Part of them are hanging out, so I can smell my aroma. The whole experience is making my dick twitch with anticipation. At least it feels like that as I can't see it.

He lifted his head away from me into the unknown and then began to lick my thick bush, scooping up the precum with his tongue. He then made me want to moan as he licked my long shaft, getting all the precum he can.

At the tip of my head, he jabbed his tongue into the slit and if I'm not gagged, I would have screamed. It felt amazing, feeling him penetrate my body like this. Assuming we'll fuck, how can that feel more amazing than this?

Antonio began to lick the whole head instead and before long, swallowed my cock, feeling like he has all 8” in his mouth and making me body curl towards him, retaliating at the pleasure.

His hand forced me back down harshly and I felt heavy breathing in my ear.

“Control yourself, slut,” Antonio whispered. “You want to fuck. If you try to control me again, you'll never feel this any more.”

I muffled “Yes, sir” and he gave me a blowjob again. He kept his hand at the bottom of my chest, but I tried my best to control myself. Fuck, I want him so bad!

After five minutes of intense pleasure, he stopped and I’m now wondering where he is. I'm still blindfolded.

Suddenly, Antonio took the briefs out of my mouth, the taste of precum-soaked fabric being replaced with the feeling of smooth flesh. His arsehole must be placed above my mouth, ready to be eaten.

“Rim me like the slut you are,” Antonio commanded. I did as told and let my tongue do its magic. As it licked his hole and dug its way in, he moaned. Loud. “Shit. You're the best man I've had. Stroke my cock, slut.”

I moved my hand and found the end of his dick, slick with lots of precum. As my tongue rimmed, my hand pleasured his shaft, making him moan more. I swear I'm about to cum any second if he keeps moaning like that.

We kept going like this for some time and he began to bounce up and down, my tongue fucking his hole deep and getting ready for my dick.

After a while, he stood up, making him invisible to me once more. Not knowing the next move scared me, but I'd be a liar if I said it's not thrilling.

Without warning, he grabbed my hand and then a finger. He pulled it up and just above my dick, it found his hole. It entered him and he quickly took it all, giving a mildly satisfied moan as it got deeper. With the second, the moan is more satisfied than the last and with the third, it sounds like he's about to cum. I felt his eyes look straight into my covered ones.

“You love being an obedient slut,” Antonio said as my fingers thrusted inside him and opening him up. “Yeah…open me up so I can ride your beautiful cock and prove you're a slut.”

With my fingers still thrusting, he lifted himself from them, doing something I can't see.

With no warning, I felt a cold liquid be poured onto the tip of my dick before Antonio's hands rubbed the lube around, pleasuring me while getting ready. With both hands, he expertly covered my entire dick with lube, slick and ready for sex.

Almost immediately, I heard his feet go to either side of my naked body and I felt his hole. This is it.

With a long, satisfied moan, I felt Antonio lower himself onto my massive shaft. The feeling made me ecstatic and I couldn't help but moan with him. At the base, his moan turned into a growl. He finally has me in his grasp and isn't letting go.

“When I choke you, I'll still give orders,” he said. “You must answer.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, scared. Choke?! I've never been choked before and I felt the fear increase. But before I could retaliate, Antonio began to ride me and I felt his hand grasp my throat, his fingers pushing at my veins.

The sounds I let out are unattractive, but he loved them, moaning and saying “Fuck yeah” while he tortures me. I can feel my heartbeat underneath his invisible fingers quickening. I slowly started to feel dizzy, but oh, it's turning me on so much. Even with Antonio riding my dick so quick I struggle to imagine the sight, my cock still twitched with how fucking great the domination feels. I'm a monster being hunted. A slut being taught his place. I'm fucking my best friend and it's driving me crazy!

“Oh yeah!” Antonio almost screamed while growling. “Give it to me, slut! You love my ass, don't you, slut?”

“Fuck yes, sir!” I replied, almost shouting excitedly despite his hand around my throat. I still can't see, but with what he's giving me, I don't need eyes. Just him because I don't deserve them.

His hand finally let go while my dick still pounds him, but he started to stroke my chin before slapping me hard across the cheek. It stung immediately, but the euphoria grew stronger. I moaned “Fuck” under my breath. He continued riding me, the pleasure making me squirm and moan loudly, his dick slapping against my belly as I pounded him.

My body began to squirm as pleasure shot through it like a lightning bolt of sex. Each of my groans are growing louder until I shot my load.

I basically screamed as my body moved without my command and I could feel my cum shoot straight into his arse over and over again. I thought it wouldn't stop. I didn't want it to. It felt too good.

Antonio groaned as he stood up, giving me intense, sensitive pleasure that’s making me squirm as he did so.

“Big shooter,” Antonio whispered in awe above me, feeling some drops of cum fall onto my dick.

I lay there with the blindfold still on. My cock is still twitching, and is probably covered in cum from head to base even though most went into Antonio. I panted heavily despite the cold air.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, looking at something. Not sure if it's Antonio or not.

“And it's not over yet,” Antonio said cheekily. I forgot he hadn't came yet. “You still haven't proved to me you're a slut.”

Confused, I found my legs being pulled over his shoulders. He's about to fuck me! The thought terrified me as I've been a top since I first started having sex, and I'm not sure if I'll like it. This is the first time this evening I'm feeling truly apprehensive. Antonio sensed my fear, however, and preyed on it.

“Don't look so scared, slut,” he said. “I'll make you feel good.”

With that, I suddenly felt his body disappear, leaving my legs still in the air. Without warning, I felt his tongue lick my hole, rimming it and tongue fucking it like I did. As he did this, the euphoria kicked in once more and I felt my dick grow hard again. This time, only I moaned.

His tongue disappeared and left my hole open for delivery. Antonio must have grabbed the lube bottle again because I felt his fingers cover my hole with a cold liquid. Strangely, that made me moan, too.

When he fucks me, I'm gonna be screaming, I thought to myself.

A finger entered my hole, going in as deep as possible. I found the sensation unpleasant at first, but as he moved the end up and hit my prostate, I experienced a burst of extreme pleasure that made my body pulsate.

“You're gonna be a good slut and enjoy this,” Antonio growled.

He settled with two fingers giving me pleasure before deciding to pound me. I felt the end of his smooth dick tease my hole and make me moan. Why did it feel so good?

With anticipation, his dick began to penetrate me, making me moan louder and louder the deeper he got. It felt amazing as he opened me wide. When it hit my prostate, the pleasure suddenly became intense and I screamed “Fuck!”, which made Antonio growl.

“Seems my slut enjoys this,” he said.

“I do, sir,” I replied, starting to become short of breath. “I want you to fuck me till I cum again, sir.”

Antonio started to thrust in and out, hitting the sweet spot every time he thrusted in. While I'm slow and smooth in this position, he's rough and fast, pounding me with quick thrusts that made me scream every time.

Still fucking my insides deep and raw, Antonio suddenly grabbed my dick and gave me a handjob, the thrusts of his hand and dick in sync. The top of the foreskin and my head are highly sensitive, making my legs twitch with every thrust.

I thought it ended when he pulled out, but I didn't feel him cum and I think my hole is dry. But without warning, I was suddenly thrown onto my front before Antonio's hands pulled my stomach up, making me go on all fours. The blindfold briefly fell down, but Antonio noticed it, blinding me again. Just the way I like it.

With a snarl, one of Antonio's hands covered my mouth, his manly scent filling my nose like my briefs had earlier. But his smell turns me on more. His other hand started to scratch from my neck to the lower back, my body squirming under his touch. It felt great and lifted my arse even higher into the air, prime to get fucked again.

I found my hole swallowed his dick easier this time, my arse cheeks slapping the base of his cock almost instantly, making me want to scream with pleasure if Antonio's hand isn't covering my mouth.

He fucked me again, the pounding more powerful than last time. Sweat lined my brow and even with his hand, my moans are louder than ever. Muffled, I screamed his name.

Antonio's thrusts became increasingly more quick and powerful as time went on. He's starting to moan himself, breathing or shouting “Fuck!” He growls when it feels particularly good to him and scratches me to pleasure him more. My pain is his pleasure.

“I'm gonna cum!” he screamed, probably a bit too loudly. “I'm cumming!”

After that, I felt thick wads of cum fill my hole, making it moist with his load. That man knows how to cum, too. Even when he's shooting his load, he still thrusts, filling my hole with every last bit. Despite that, I felt wads of cum fall out and crawl down my balls, tickling them and giving me the final bite of pleasure.

My body pulsated slightly and, without touching it, my dick shot another load. I yelled as I came because it’s raw from the last time, but still as amazing as ever. I’m stunned I can do it again, and hands free.

With Antonio still inside me, I knelt there on all fours, the privilege of sight still taken away and my chest rising and falling as we both breathe heavily. My mind can't comprehend what just happened. How amazing it felt. The pleasure. The satisfaction.

“That was good, was it not?” Antonio said as he took his hand away and taking his soft dick out, reverting back to his standard self - kind and thoughtful. I loved the contrast. It made him dominating me sexier.

“Yeah. It really was,” I said between breaths as I collapsed on my front and I felt him lay beside me. “I have a question.”

“What is it, Dylan?” Antonio asked, suddenly seeming excited.

“I don't care how long it'll be,” I began. “But I want you. I want to be your sub doing whatever you command. Will you be my master?”

Antonio gently turned my head and removed the blindfold, revealing his handsome face smiling at me.

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward and giving me a lover's kiss.


Author's Word: For my first time properly writing erotica, I'm confident in what I wrote, even if I'll look back in five years and wonder how I thought it was worthy of submission. Being a completely dominant top in real life, writing from the viewpoint of a submissive top turned vers was extremely challenging, but I enjoyed it so much. Never did I think writing sex would be so much fun. Please give me any feedback you want and please be as honest as possible. Thanks for reading!

by D. Reid

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