With us both still living with our parents, a stolen kiss, or quick blow job is all we could manage. It all became very frustrating, we were at a loss what to do. I suppose we could have come out to our families, neither of us were ready for the possible fall out. We were in the pub one evening, crying into our beer and bemoaning about the situation. We had little money. Sam had a bright idea that would be a temporary fix at least. We had a bank, (public) holiday coming up. Maybe a long weekend camping would sort us out, perhaps after that we would be confident enough to come out. We found a campsite near the beach, with a woodland behind. Everything was laid on, all we had to provide was the bedding. There was a bar, restaurant and shop onsite. We took Thursday afternoon off work, loaded up the car, and set off in good spirits. I had even remembered to pack a douche bulb and lube. We arrived at the campsite on a warm summer's evening, locked everything in the car, and went for a beer to celebrate a weekend of freedom and shagging. Having bought our pints, we sat outside, enjoying the last of the sun's rays. We were on our second pint when two good looking lads, a little older than ourselves, asked if they could join us. It transpired that they had the adjoining tent to ours. Sam motioned to the empty chairs. Another beer, and we are chatting like old friends. Jazz, (a professional pianist), and his boyfriend, Jonny were on the same mission as us, parents, no opportunity for sex and so on. It hadn't gone unnoticed that Jazz had his eyes on me, whilst Sam was giving Jonny the once over. It was getting cold, a quick kiss on the cheeks and we said good night. In the tent, we kissed and I gave Sam a blow job.
Saturday morning, warm again. We went to the toilet block for a shit and shower, (I douched myself at the same time.) On to breakfast in the restaurant, and back for our first fuck. We could actually make love properly, and were very noisy in doing so. It hadn't occurred to us that we could be heard outside. Half an hour later, we are sat outside, me grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Jazz and Jonny had heard everything, and took the piss relentlessly. We knew that we would get our own back sooner or later, which we did, that afternoon.
We had spent the morning sunbathing on the beach, coming back around 2pm for lunch. Back to the tent for a nap, the familiar sounds of love making was coming from Jazz and Jonny. It seemed like Jazz was topping, and going for it. Good luck to them, it just made us randy again. We wanked each other. We were sat outside, guzzling cider when they came out, "Good fuck?", I said, Jonny blushed. They joined us for more cider. Jazz had a damp spot on his shorts, the last drips of cum. Jointly, we declared a truce, admitting that hearing the other two shagging was a real turn on. Sex was a constant in the conversation. That evening, both tents emitted the sounds of sex, an we didn't give a hoot. Sunday looked for all the world that it would be a repeat performance. That would not be the case. The morning ablutions out of the way, we returned to the tents to see Jazz having a piss between the tents, and not bothering to put his dick away. And what a dick, it was very apparent why Jonny made so much noise. I couldn't resist, "Fucking hell, Jazz, what a fucking trouser snake!" He waved it in our direction. Closer now, and he dropped his shorts and began stroking. I knew I had to have him inside me. Sam went into their tent, and Jazz followed me into ours. Our lips locked, his hardness grew, as did mine, less than half the size, it seemed. Naked on the grass, he rimmed me. I searched for the lube, but couldn't find it. I would have to make do with spit. A sixty nine, I was a little bigger, he was huge. With my ankles on his broad shoulders, he eased into me. Bloody hell, it hurt, I wasn't about to give up. Out, more saliva, he slid in. Still painful, but easier. He kept going until he was buried inside me. Up on straight arms, he fucked me slowly, my ass became used to him, and I leaked. In the next tent, we could hear Sam and Jonny love making. Jazz turned me over and did me doggy. I managed to get my right hand on my dick. Pumping faster now, I knew he would soon reach his climax. I tossed furiously, emptying my seed onto the grass. His orgasm, when it came, seemed to last forever. I could actually feel his fat penis pulsing. He softened and slipped out, I licked him clean, and we listened to the last throws of the sex from next door. With us all clean, we sat outside, toasting our new found friendship. That night, we swapped partners. In the morning, after douching myself, Jazz had his way with me again. By now I had found the lube, (it was hidden under the sleeping bags), so the fuck was more comfortable, I came hands free. Jazz and I returned to their tent to watch Sam and Jonny finishing off. I got to lick my boyfriend clean. I just love cum. We went to the beach together, finding a spot behind some rocks, where we could sunbathe in the nude. Back for dinner, and back to our partners. My hole was still sore from the hammering it had taken, so we kissed and had blow jobs. Not so next door, where Jonny was being banged again.
Monday morning, we had to be off site by midday, just time for one last shag, except that Sam took his time, caressing my body and making love to me for over an hour. I came unaided again. We went to watch Jonny and Jazz have a final fuck. Jazz put on an impressive performance. When he came, he blasted over Jonny's back. Jonny tossed himself.
Reluctantly, we said our goodbyes, swapping numbers and promising to meet up again in the Autumn. On our way home, we decided to come out, and to hell with it. As it happened, neither set of parents were in the least surprised. Cuddles all round, and we could now sleep together at home.
