I arrived home early one evening, going round to the back door, as I had forgotten my key. I immediately heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from upstairs. I crept up, the bedroom door was open. Inside, the priest was shagging another of the choirboys. I should have been jealous, but was turned on. They didn't see me to begin with as I stood in the doorway watching the action. The choirboy, who I didn't recognise at the time, was on all fours being taken from behind, and being very noisy, urging the priest on. Taking my cock out, I began masturbating. After a few minutes, the choirboy shot his load as the priest bred him. As they collapsed onto their backs, they saw me. The priest started to issue an apology, but I waved him away, saying what a turn on it had been, but put my cock away, thinking that I would save it for later. I went back downstairs to put the kettle on, leaving them to it. Ten minutes later, they came down looking very sheepish. I recognised the lad from the year above me at college. Once the choirboy had left, I put my arm round the priest and kissed him, saying that it was okay him having someone else, as I also shagged around. He kissed me back, then knelt, slid my jeans down, and gave me a blow job.
The summer holidays came along and theology classes finished for nearly two months. I still had choir practice and Sunday services to attend, but I could get out of them for at least one weekend. I thought about returning to my uncle but couldn't face the long journey, but felt I needed a break from the priest. Then I had a flash of inspiration, I would look up a couple of the other gay choirboys and see if they would like to go camping. One wasn't so keen, but Liam, jumped at the chance. I borrowed the gear from another friend, who was straight, picked up Liam and set off to a campsite in a nearby forest, picking up beer on the way. We chose a pitch in the far corner of the field, so we could just piss outside the tent. We'd never camped before and it took an age to get the tent up. It was quite large, supposedly for up to six people, so we had plenty of room. As soon as we were inside, we stripped, kissed and made out. It suddenly occurred to me that anyone walking by would hear us, and that only added to the excitement. The first afternoon we gave each other blow jobs, leaving the fucking to night time. Having satisfied one another, we sat outside with a beer watching the sun set. Eventually it became chilly, so we went back inside and cuddled in the sleeping bags that we had joined together. It wasn't long before we were snogging again, rubbing our hard bodies together. One thing led to another, and Liam mounted me. I tried to keep the noise down, but Liam was such a good lover that I was soon moaning and groaning for all the world to hear. We made love again in the morning, this time with me topping. During the day we toured some local villages and had dinner in a pretty thatched pub. Back at the tent we stripped again. I couldn't keep my hands off Liam's beautiful body and soon had my mouth wrapped around his dick. I worked my way back up, we kissed again and I turned around. Liam kissed his way down my spine, pulled my cheeks apart and rimmed me. I put my hands on my knees and he entered me. We stumbled around until we collapsed in a heap. We heard voices outside, but were too far gone to take any notice. Liam reentered me and carried on shagging, breeding me while I tossed myself. It became our system, he topped me in the evening, and I did him in the morning.
On the Thursday, another tent pitched up next to ours. Two older men, probably in their 50s, set up their much posher tent. I noticed a rainbow sticker on the windscreen of their car. Once they were settled in, we introduced ourselves and gave them a beer. Their names were Henry and Paul. They had a gas stove and offered to cook us some burgers We chatted and drank as the sun went down. They were getting quite pally, their eyes never leaving Liam, (and who can blame them?) To help them out, Liam and I kissed and stroked each others knobs through our jeans. They followed suit. Liam and I shuffled out of our jeans, leaving us naked from the waist down and the guys did likewise, exposing their fat cut dicks. Liam and I went and sat either side of them, Liam with Henry and me with his partner. We kissed and felt each other up, before going into their massive tent. They had a large blow up mattress with plenty of room for the four of us. We were quickly out of our clothes and cuddling up. Next to me, Liam was being rimmed, while I gave Paul a blow job. As I was sucking him, he licked a finger and poked in my ass. Liam had his legs in the air being screwed and I was to follow. I held Liam's hand as Paul penetrated me. They fucked us in unison, occasionally leaning over to kiss. Liam and I began jerking as they fucked us faster, climaxing at the same time. We grabbed our clothes and nipped back to our tent. In the morning It should have been my turn to top, but I didn't have the energy. Instead, we settled for wanking each other off and going for a drive. Friday, our last night, and Liam was desperate to give me a good time. We opened a bottle of wine to celebrate a super week. Cosying up to me, he said he wanted to make love for as long as possible. We took an eternity having foreplay, each taking the other in every way possible. He finally rolled on top of me and toyed with my hole. He fucked me for a bit, then sucked me again. I straddled him, but just rocked back and forth, before we had a sixty nine. Back to the shagging, this time faster and deeper, at an angle that hit my prostate. I shot my load, but he wasn't finished. We rolled onto our sides and he had me from behind. I was still dribbling cum as he bred me. We had been making love for nearly two hours.
Next morning we had to be off the campsite by 10am, so we left a note for Henry and Paul, thanking them for their 'services' and headed home.
