The summer sun glared high above Camp Timberwood. The air buzzed with the nervous energy as a group of wiry, pale young men shuffled around at the entrance to the camp. Some fumbled with duffel bags that looked heavier than they were; others stared at the ground, pushing their glasses up their noses. It was clear that each camper was not the rugged type, having clearly spent more time inside at a computer than ever in the wilderness. Which was precisely why they were there. They were all 18, and their parents had decided to send them to this camp to get out of their comfort zone, and go from boys to the young men that they were.
Suddenly, all their murmurs and conversation stopped, each camper stunned at the figure that approached them. A tall muscular man, in his 40’s, with salt and pepper hair, walked towards the group with a welcoming smile. His broad shoulders stretched the very seams of his fitted khaki shirt, the fabric clinging to his enormous chest and arms that the seams were clearly near their breaking point. His biceps flexed with each swing of his arms, his bronze skin lined with veins and glistening with a sheen of sweat. But none of that compared to the spectacle behind him—his ass. Two massive, glorious globes of flesh that defied both gravity and modesty. His khaki shorts were scandalously tight, the fabric pulled so taut over his enormous, round cheeks that it looked like it might rip apart if he so much as took a deep breath. The bottom hem barely clung to his thighs, leaving a generous portion of his lower cheeks exposed, the twin mounds bouncing obscenely with every step.
As he approached, he flashed a dazzling smile that revealed perfect white teeth, and his deep voice rolled over the campers like warm honey. “Welcome to Camp Timberwood, boys!” he boomed, spreading his arms wide in a gesture of exaggerated friendliness. “You’re about to have the best summer of your lives—guaranteed. I’m Head Counselor Greg Lockheart, but you guys can just call me Greg.”
The campers murmured awkward greetings in return, some too distracted to look him in the eye. Others couldn’t stop staring, their gazes locked on the way his shorts seemed painted on, hugging every inch of his round ass. Greg pretended not to notice the stares, but inside, he was preening. He turned slightly, giving the group a perfect side view of his backside. The sunlight highlighted every bounce and jiggle as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
It was then that Greg’s eyes landed on one particular young man. Greg recognized him from the roll call of each camper this summer - Ethan. He was like the epitome of an awkward nerd - short yet lanky with a mop of unkempt brown hair and thick glasses perched on his nose. He was nervously clutching the straps of his backpack, his cheeks pink with the effort of avoiding eye contact. But Greg wasn’t looking at Ethan’s face. His gaze dropped lower, locking onto the obscenely large bulge straining against the front of Ethan’s cargo shorts. Greg’s breath hitched for a split second, though his practiced smile didn’t falter. Jesus Christ, he thought. What the hell is that kid hiding in there, a baseball bat?
Ethan caught Greg’s gaze briefly and immediately looked away, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. Greg’s lips curled into a subtle smirk. Shy, awkward, and packing enough heat to make a porn star jealous? Perfect.
Greg clapped his hands, the sound snapping the campers out of their collective daze. “Alright, let’s get you all checked in and settled! Follow me to the main lodge.” He turned sharply on his heel, making sure to sway his hips just a little more than necessary. His ass jiggled hypnotically with every step, the fabric of his shorts creaking faintly as they struggled to contain him.
As he led the group, Greg made a point of slowing his pace just enough that the campers were forced to walk behind him, giving them an uninterrupted view of his bouncing cheeks. He could feel their eyes on him, the shy glances, the stolen stares. He glanced over his shoulder, catching a few of them hastily looking away. Cute, he thought. They’ll be drooling by the end of the week.
Ethan, however, seemed to be doing everything in his power not to look. He kept his gaze firmly on the ground, his legs carrying him awkwardly at the back of the group. But Greg wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. He slowed his pace even further until he was walking beside Ethan, flashing the nervous camper a grin that was equal parts friendly and predatory.
“You doing alright, Ethan?” Greg asked, his voice low and smooth. “You look a little… tense.”
Ethan stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just, uh, not used to, you know, being outdoors and stuff.”
Greg chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Don’t worry, kid. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be chopping wood and wrestling bears.” He clapped a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, his grip firm but not intimidating. “And hey,” he added, leaning in just enough that Ethan could catch a whiff of his woodsy cologne, “if you ever need anything—anything at all—you come find me. Got it?”
Ethan nodded quickly, his face beet red. “Y-yeah. Thanks, Mr. Greg.”
“Just Greg,” he corrected with a wink before straightening up and striding ahead, his ass swaying like it was putting on a show just for Ethan. Poor kid, Greg thought, biting back a grin. He has no idea what he’s in for.
By the time they reached the main lodge, Greg was already planning his next move. He had the whole summer to work with, and if there was one thing Greg prided himself on, it was his ability to turn even the shyest, most awkward nerd into a confident, sweaty, moaning mess. And Ethan? Ethan was going to be his masterpiece.
“Alright, listen up, boys!” he called out, his deep voice commanding but warm. “We’re splitting into groups for today’s activities.” His lips curled into a subtle smirk as his gaze swept over the room, lingering on each camper just long enough to survey the bulges straining against their shorts. Some of the boys were trying to hide it, awkwardly crossing their arms over their laps or shifting uncomfortably, but Greg was an expert at spotting what he was looking for.
Greg proceeded to gather the rest of the counselors and assign the group of inexperienced campers to each of them. He, of course, made sure to assign Ethan to his own group. He was going to give Ethan plenty of hands on, very close supervision. Plenty of one-on-one time as well. Some campers just needed an extra push, of course.
Ethan, of course, was his first pick. The shy, lanky boy was practically vibrating with nervous energy, his massive bulge impossible to miss even though he was doing his best to disappear into the background. Greg’s gaze moved on, settling on other campers with prominent bulges, though not quite as hung as Ethan—a wiry tall kid named Jake, whose oversized glasses did nothing to distract from the thick outline pressed against the front of his basketball shorts. Next was Ben, a dark-haired boy with freckles splattered across his cheeks like stars, his cock practically snaking down the leg of his shorts. Ryan was his final pick - bespeckled with a mop of curly red hair, he too had a prominent bulge.
Greg’s clipboard clicked as he tapped his pen against it, pretending to jot down notes as he finalized his selections. “Alright,” he said, flashing a broad smile that showed off his perfect teeth. “Group One—Ethan, Jake, Ben, and Ryan. You’re with me.” The remaining campers were assigned to their own groups.
“Alright, gather up!” Greg clamped his hands, each of the campers grouped with their counselor paying attention to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Ethan, still staring at the ground. “Camp Timberwood isn’t one of those cushy, frou-frou camps out there. There are no cabins! We are, as they say, going to ‘rough it’!”
A chorus of groans rose from the campers. Greg chuckled, as clearly many of them weren’t informed of exactly what the camp would entail. “Now, now! It’s not going to be so bad. All your counselors are experienced Wilderness Leaders. You’ll still have sleeping bags, camps, and we’ll teach you the ins and outs of surviving outside. By the end of the summer, you’ll be new men!” For some of them, in more ways than one, Greg thought to himself.
“You guys are lucky,” Greg said, glancing over his shoulder at his group with a grin. “You’re in the best group. I’ll make sure you all have the time of your lives this summer.” He winked, and though it was playful, there was something in his gaze that sent a shiver down their spines.
—
Greg led his group of four shy, nervous young men, including Ethan, through the winding trails of the woods. The air was thick with the scent of pine and a distinctive musk. His deep woodsy scent trailed behind him like a thick cloud, unavoidable to the campers behind him. The summer heat caused beads of sweat to roll down Greg’s broad back, disappearing into the waistband of his impossibly tiny shorts. He loved the way they clung to him - so tight, so revealing, barely containing his massive round cheeks, which looked like two oversized melons squeezed together. With each step, his cheeks bounced and jiggled hypnotically… He knew the effect it had. He could feel their eyes on him, hungry yet hesitant.
As he hiked with them, he got to know each of them better. They were sweet boys - quiet, awkward, all gangly limbs as they struggled to keep up with Greg’s seasoned thick thighs. Each was barely over eighteen, just stepping into the world of men. Ethan in particular was the shyest. Yet, Greg couldn’t help but notice the way he snuck glances at Greg’s enormous ass, the way he twisted his bodies away when Greg looked back, as if he was trying to hide his crotch from view. Greg chuckled to himself - it was all too easy to read the effect he was having on them.
Greg loved it.
“Come on, boys,” he said, his voice dripping with faux innocence. “Don’t fall behind. You wouldn’t want me to leave you out here all alone, would you?”
He stretched his arms above his head, arching his back just enough to make his shorts ride up higher, baring even more of his thick, muscular thighs. His thong, barely hidden beneath the fabric, pressed snugly between the twin globes of his ass. He turned his head just in time to catch Ethan—adorably flustered—snapping his gaze away, his cheeks blazing red.
“Everything alright back there, boys?” Greg called, voice dripping with amusement. He let his hands rest on his hips, one hip cocked slightly.
Ethan stammered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Y-yeah, just—um, taking in the view.”
Greg smirked. “Oh, I bet you are.”
Behind Ethan, the other three weren’t faring much better. Jake, the tallest of the group, kept his hands clasped tightly in front of him, his knuckles white. Ben, his long black hair hiding most of his face, bit his lip so hard it looked like he might draw blood. And then there was Ryan—freckled, blue-eyed, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he couldn’t decide whether to run or stay rooted in place.
Greg’s eyes dropped, flickering downward, and—oh.
Oh, it was almost sinful, the way their shorts tented, straining obscenely against the thick, throbbing evidence of their arousal. A rush of heat pooled low in Greg’s stomach, a wicked thrill curling in his chest.
God, they were big.
Then he caught a peak at Ethan’s cock, and his jaw nearly dropped.
HE was enormous.
He bit back a groan, his own arousal stirring. He shifted slightly, knowing full well that the movement only emphasized the bounce of his ass.
“Well,” Greg mused, turning back toward the trail with a sultry glance over his shoulder, “we’ve got a long hike ahead of us. Hope you boys can keep up.”
A chorus of strangled noises followed him, and Greg grinned, already imagining just how much fun this little trip was going to be.
The trail led them deeper into the forest. The tension between the campers and Greg was palatable - nobody spoke a word, silence heavy on them, like each of them were holding their breath, waiting for the other to make a move.
Greg slowed his pace, letting them catch up. He wanted to push them, to see just how much more they could take before one of them snapped. He stopped abruptly, pretending to examine a fallen tree. He bent forward slightly, hands on his knees, his back arched just enough to make his shorts stretch taut over the heavy curve of his ass. The waistband of his thong was clearly visible and unmistakably the slutty underwear. The tension behind him spiked, the sound of sharp inhales like music to his ears.
“Man, it’s hot today,” Greg said, tugging at the waistband of his shorts just enough to expose the bright red strap of his thong. He fanned himself dramatically, the motion making his pecs bounce beneath his tight shirt. “You guys doing okay?”
Ryan made a noise—something between a strangled groan and a whimper—and Greg turned, biting back a smirk. His gaze flickered downward again, taking in the way their shorts still strained, how their hands twitched at their sides, their entire bodies coiled with need.
Greg tilted his head, letting his voice drop to a low, sultry purr. “You boys seem a little… tense. Maybe we should set up camp for the night, give you some time to—relax.”
Ethan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Y-yeah. That… that might be a good idea.”
Greg’s smirk deepened. Oh, yes. This was going to be a trip to remember.
—
The boys nearly collapsed on the ground in sheer exhaustion after taking hours to set up camp.
“You guys did great today,” Greg said, his deep voice warm and encouraging. “I know some of those trails were tough, but you pushed through.” He grinned, his eyes sweeping over the group. “That’s what this camp is all about—pushing your limits.”
The campers nodded, murmuring their thanks, though none of them could meet his gaze for long. Ethan, sitting closest to Greg, was the worst off. His face was flushed, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he tried desperately not to look directly at Greg’s ass, which was practically on display just inches away from him.
“You alright, Ethan?” Greg asked, his voice soft and tinged with concern.
Ethan startled slightly, his eyes snapping up to meet Greg’s before darting away again. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “I’m fine.”
Greg chuckled, his tone reassuring. “Good. You’re doing great, kid. I’m proud of you.” He reached out and gave Ethan’s shoulder a friendly squeeze, his touch lingering just long enough to make the boy’s cheeks burn.
Night had already fallen, and the campers were clearly ready for an early sleep. There were two tents set up - due to Greg’s size, he would share one with one camper, while the other three would share the second. The campers huddled awkwardly in a loose circle, mumbling their goodnights, their voices barely audible over the chirping crickets. Greg stood nearby, arms crossed over his broad chest, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the skinny boys shuffle toward the pile of sleeping bags he’d brought.
A pile he had very carefully made sure was missing a crucial element.
“Uh, Greg?” one of them piped up nervously, holding up an empty hand. “I think we’re short a bag.”
Greg feigned surprise, his brow furrowing. “What? No way. I counted them myself.” He strode over, his thick thighs straining against his khaki shorts, the obscene size of his ass stealing every glance from the boys who didn’t have the courage to admit it. Pretending to double-check the pile, Greg turned to them, his hands on his hips, the motion making his massive cheeks jut out even more. “Huh. Guess I miscounted.”
The campers exchanged awkward glances, unsure what to do. Greg let the silence hang for a moment before sighing dramatically. “Alright, no problem. I’ll share with someone. Gotta make sure you boys are comfortable, right?” His gaze swept over the group, lingering on Ethan, who was standing off to the side, nervously fidgeting with the strap of his backpack.
Ethan’s eyes widened as Greg’s gaze locked onto him, a sly smile spreading across the older man’s face. “Ethan,” Greg called out, his tone warm but firm. “Looks like you and I are bunking up tonight.”
Ethan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “M-me?”
Greg clapped him on the back, his touch lingering just long enough to make Ethan’s cheeks flush. “Yeah, you. Don’t worry, kid. I don’t bite.”
Greg suppressed a grin as he grabbed the remaining sleeping bag and slung it over his shoulder. He led Ethan toward one of the tents, which he had set up fair enough apart for some quiet, his hips swaying just enough to ensure the kid couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way his shorts struggled to contain him.
When they reached their spot, Greg entered the tent and spread the sleeping bag out and motioned for Ethan to climb in first. The boy hesitated, looking at the bag’s narrow width. “Uh… I don’t think there’s enough room for two people in here.”
Greg chuckled, his voice low and smooth. “It’ll be tight, yeah. But tight’s not always a bad thing, right?” He winked, watching as Ethan’s face turned scarlet before he awkwardly slid into the bag.
Greg started to peel off his too-tight clothes from his muscular frame. He was careful to do it slowly - one wrong move and he’d tear them apart, and have to spend the rest of the trip in just his thong. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Ethan gasped, his eyes wide as Greg stripped down to just his thong. Greg glanced over at him and chuckled. “It’s going to be a hot night. I’m just getting comfortable. You don’t mind, right? We’re both guys here.”
Ethan could only squeak for an answer, words failing him. “Why don’t you get out of those shorts too? It’d be uncomfortable to sleep in them, you’ve been wearing them all day.”
The awkward young man hesitated, then reluctantly complied, reaching underneath the sleeping bag, wiggling around, and coming back up with his shorts, which he tossed to the side. Greg glanced down, and sure enough, there was a slight bulge in the sleeping bag - Ethan was certainty pitching a tent.
Greg joined Ethan inside, his massive frame pressing against Ethan’s lanky body as he zipped the bag closed. The fabric clung to them both, the heat of their bodies trapped in the tight space. Greg lay on his side, facing away from Ethan, his enormous ass pressing firmly against the boy’s groin. He felt it immediately—the hard, thick length that strained against Ethan’s underwear, trapped between them.
As Greg shifted his hips again, grinding his colossal ass against Ethan’s lap, he froze for a brief moment, his breath catching in his throat. What he felt pressed against him was nothing short of shocking. Ethan’s cock was massive—grotesquely, monstrously massive. Even through the thin layer of fabric, Greg could feel its impossible size. It wasn’t just long—it was thick, stretching up toward Ethan’s belly with the girth of a wrist and the length of a forearm.
Oh my fucking god, Greg thought, his heart pounding in his chest. A low, shaky gasp escaped him before he could stop it, and he bit his lip hard to stifle the sound. How the hell is this shy little nerd hiding a weapon like that? The realization made his pulse race, his own arousal surging to unbearable heights. His enormous cheeks quivered against the obscene bulge, every slight movement drawing a new, subtle throb from Ethan’s monstrous cock.
“Oh, sorry,” Greg murmured, wiggling slightly as though trying to get comfortable. His thong-clad ass ground against Ethan’s bulge, the motion making the boy suck in a sharp breath. “These bags are so cramped, huh?”
Ethan stammered something incoherent, his hands gripping the edge of the bag as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded. Greg smirked to himself, feigning innocence as he shifted again, the round, firm weight of his cheeks rolling over Ethan’s erection. Only the thin barrier of Ethan’s underwear separated his cock from Greg’s smooth, bronze skin. The boy’s breath hitched audibly, his body stiffening behind Greg.
“You okay back there?” Greg asked, his tone soft, almost teasing. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Ethan’s wide, panicked gaze. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“I-I’m fine,” Ethan managed, though his voice cracked slightly. His hands were trembling now, his whole body radiating nervous energy.
Greg hummed, turning his head back and letting his hips roll just slightly, the movement subtle but deliberate. “You sure? You feel a little tense. Maybe you need to… relax.”
Ethan let out a choked noise as Greg’s ass pressed harder against him, the boy’s cock twitching against the tight confines of his briefs. Greg bit his lip to keep from grinning, his heart pounding with excitement. He shifted again, slower this time, the fabric of the sleeping bag brushing against his skin as he ground his cheeks against Ethan’s length.
“Damn,” Greg murmured, his voice low and breathy. “Didn’t realize how uncomfortable these bags were. You feel that?” He arched his back slightly, pressing even closer to Ethan, his massive ass engulfing the boy’s bulge in its plush warmth.
“Y-yeah,” Ethan croaked, his voice barely audible. His hands were clamped at his sides now, his knuckles white as he tried desperately to keep himself from moving.
Greg chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through the tight space. “Don’t be shy, Ethan,” he said, his tone dripping with suggestion. “We’re all guys here, right? Nothing wrong with getting a little… close.”
Ethan didn’t respond, but Greg could feel the way his body trembled, the boy’s cock throbbing harder against him. Slowly, Greg reached behind him, his fingers brushing against Ethan’s hip as he shifted again, his ass grinding firmly against the boy’s monstrous bulge.
“Just let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable,” Greg whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “I wouldn’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
The camp had gone silent, save the soft snores coming from the other tent. The other camper’s were in deep sleep - perfect for Greg’s plan. He shifted slightly, his massive ass brushing against Ethan’s groin again, this time with more intent.
Ethan let out a quiet, involuntary whimper, his whole body jerking slightly at the contact. Greg smirked to himself, keeping his face turned away so the boy wouldn’t see the predatory gleam in his eyes. “Shhh,” Greg murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’ll wake the others.”
“S-sorry,” Ethan stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands fidgeted awkwardly at his sides, clearly unsure where to put them. Greg could feel the heat radiating off the boy, the tension in his body almost palpable.
Greg’s lips curved into a sly, hungry smile. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmured, his voice dripping with honeyed reassurance. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Ethan. In fact…” He pushed back harder, letting the full weight of his massive, bouncy cheeks press against Ethan’s throbbing cock. “You’ve got something… really special.”
Greg didn’t stop. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled his hips back, the round, impossibly plush mounds of his ass pressing and grinding against Ethan’s growing bulge. The boy let out another soft, shaky breath, his hips twitching instinctively toward the pressure.
“Relax,” Greg whispered, his tone laced with feigned innocence. “It’s just… tight in here, you know? Gotta make room.” He shifted again, pushing his ass even harder against Ethan’s lap. The sheer size of him enveloped the boy’s massive cock completely, the soft, firm weight of his cheeks grinding down in a way that was anything but accidental.
Ethan whimpered again, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise. Greg could feel the boy’s erection straining harder against the confines of his briefs, twitching against him with every subtle motion. “You’re tense,” Greg murmured, his voice soft and honeyed. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no,” Ethan croaked, his breath hitching as Greg rolled his hips again, the motion slow and deliberate. His hands were clenched into fists now, his knuckles white as he fought to stay still.
Greg chuckled quietly, the sound low and teasing. “Good,” he whispered, pressing his ass even more firmly against Ethan’s length. “Because I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”
Ethan’s breathing was shallow now, each exhale shaky as he struggled to keep quiet. Greg shifted again, this time lifting his hips slightly before rolling them back down, the movement grinding his enormous cheeks against the boy’s lap in a way that made Ethan’s cock throb violently. The poor kid let out another muffled whimper, his hips bucking involuntarily against Greg’s ass.
“Shhh,” Greg murmured again, his tone almost a purr. “Quiet, Ethan. You don’t want the others to hear, do you?”
Ethan shook his head quickly, his face buried against the sleeping bag as he bit his lip harder. Greg could feel the boy trembling behind him, his body completely at Greg’s mercy. Smirking to himself, Greg rolled his hips again, this time slower, more deliberate, the massive weight of his ass grinding down on Ethan’s trapped cock with sinful precision.
“You’re doing so good,” Greg whispered, his voice barely audible. “Just stay quiet for me, okay? Let me… help you relax.”
Ethan let out a strangled noise, his hips bucking again despite himself. Greg grinned, his plan unfolding perfectly. He kept the motions slow and steady, his massive cheeks jiggling slightly with each subtle grind. Every movement sent another jolt through Ethan’s body, the boy’s cock growing impossibly harder beneath him.
“You like that?” Greg murmured, his tone still soft but undeniably teasing. He didn’t wait for a response, his hips continuing their slow, rhythmic grind. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Ethan’s breath hitched again, and he nodded shakily, his face burning with shame and arousal. “Y-yeah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Greg smirked, satisfied. “Good,” he purred, pressing back harder, his massive ass swallowing the boy’s cock completely. “Just keep quiet for me, Ethan. Let me take care of you.”
Ethan whimpered softly, his hips jerking involuntarily as Greg’s ass rolled against him. The boy was trying so hard to stay still, to keep quiet, but his body betrayed him at every turn. Greg bit back a groan as he felt the sheer heat radiating from Ethan’s cock, the length of it twitching and flexing against him like it was begging for attention.
“Fuck,” Greg muttered under his breath, unable to stop himself. He began to move more deliberately, his hips rolling in slow, steady circles, his massive cheeks grinding against the full length of Ethan’s cock. The friction was exquisite, the soft, pliable flesh of Greg’s ass practically wrapping around Ethan’s monstrous shaft, squeezing it with every subtle motion. It was obscene, filthy, and exactly what Greg wanted.
Ethan’s breathing grew ragged, each exhale coming out as a shaky whimper. His hips started to buck slightly, as if he couldn’t help but chase the pressure of Greg’s grinding ass. “P-please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, though Greg couldn’t tell if it was a plea for him to stop or keep going.
“Shhh,” Greg murmured, his tone soothing but firm. “You’ve gotta stay quiet, Ethan. You don’t want to wake anyone up, do you?” He arched his back slightly, letting his ass cheeks envelop Ethan’s cock even more. The motion sent a fresh jolt through the boy’s body, and he let out a muffled moan, biting his lip so hard Greg wondered if it would bleed.
Greg’s breath hitched again as he felt just how hard Ethan’s cock was, the thick shaft pulsing against him like it had a life of its own. The sheer size of it was intoxicating, and Greg couldn’t help himself—he started to work his ass more purposefully, his cheeks clapping faintly against Ethan’s lap as he practically jerked the boy off with his ass. Each grind sent shockwaves of pleasure through both of them, Greg’s own arousal leaking and staining the front of his shorts.
Ethan’s whimpers grew louder, though he tried desperately to muffle them by burying his face in the sleeping bag. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his whole body trembling under Greg’s relentless assault. “G-Greg,” he choked out, his voice thick with desperation and shame. “I-I can’t…”
“You can,” Greg whispered back, his voice dripping with lust. “Just let it happen, Ethan. Let me take care of you.” He ground down harder, his enormous cheeks swallowing Ethan’s cock completely, the fabric of their clothes doing little to dull the sensation.
Ethan let out a strangled cry, quickly muffling it with his arm as his hips bucked uncontrollably. Greg could feel the boy’s cock twitching harder now, the massive length throbbing between his ass cheeks like it was ready to burst. The thought made Greg’s own arousal skyrocket, and he ground his ass against Ethan with even more fervor, his breaths coming out in short, needy gasps.
“Fuck, Ethan,” Greg murmured, his voice barely audible. “You’re so fucking big.” He emphasized the words with a sharp roll of his hips, his massive ass jiggling obscenely as he worked Ethan’s cock like it was the only thing that mattered. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Greg reached back, pulling his thong aside, his fingers brushing against Ethan’s rock hard cockhead in the process. With a slight nudge, he kissed the tip with his tight, round ring. Greg groaned as he finally felt contact with his pussy and Ethan’s huge cock.
Ethan gasped, and jerked away, which wasn’t much considering the tight space they were in. “Shhh… it’s ok Ethan. Don’t worry. I’m just here to make you feel good. You want to feel good don’t you?”
The silence hung in the air, Ethan’s soft, hesitant breathing the only sound. Then Greg felt Ethan’s chin against his back, a clear nod indicating Ethan’s true desire.
In a quiet, barely audible voice, Ethan whimpered “I’ve never done that before…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.” Greg groaned as he repositioned Ethan’s cock against his hole, gasping as the tip popped inside. He had been anticipating this all day, and finally he was feeding the hunger that had been brewing inside him.
Each inch of Ethan’s cock sunk into Greg’s tight hole as he pushed his ass back, until he could feel Ethan’s pubes pressing against his soft, bouncy cakes.
Ethan let out a strangled noise, his hips jerking instinctively as his cock throbbed even harder, the monstrous length now fully sheathed into Greg’s tight, warm hole. Greg bit back a moan of his own, the heat and thickness of Ethan’s cock driving him wild.
“You’re so big,” Greg murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, though it was dripping with arousal. He shifted again, the motion slow and sensual, his ass grinding against Ethan’s lap like it was made for this. Ethan’s cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside him, filling his hole completely, more stuffed than he had ever been. “God, Ethan… I can’t believe how big you are.”
Ethan whimpered softly, his head tipping back as he squeezed his eyes shut, his hands shaking as they gripped the sleeping bag tighter. He could barely hold on as Greg returned to grinding his fat ass on Ethan’s cock, bucking his hips backward, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. Greg’s experienced pussy expertly milked Ethan for all he was worth. It was clear that after the teasing buildup, Ethan’s virgin cock wasn’t going to last long inside Greg’s daddy pussy.
Greg’s movements became faster, more deliberate, each roll of his massive ass calculated to milk every inch of Ethan’s throbbing, monstrous cock with expert precision. The pressure of it alone made Greg’s head spin. He bit his lip to suppress a groan, his arousal now unbearable, his own cock straining against the tight confines of his thong beneath his shorts.
Ethan’s soft, broken whimpers filled the small space between them, barely audible over the ambient noise of the forest. His body was trembling so violently that Greg could feel the vibrations against his back. The boy’s hands, still clenched into fists, were now gripping the sleeping bag as though his life depended on it.
Greg decided it was time to take things further. Slowly, he shifted back again, this time grinding his ass harder against Ethan’s lap, the thick globes squeezing and jiggling around the massive cock. Ethan’s cock hit a spot deep inside Greg that sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he let out a soft, breathy moan.
Ethan’s breathing was ragged now, each exhale a shaky gasp as his hips bucked helplessly against Greg’s grinding ass. The boy was completely unraveling, his arousal overpowering any attempt to maintain control. Greg smirked, satisfied, as he continued to work his ass, the soft, pliable flesh squeezing and stroking Ethan’s cock with sinful intent.
“You’re so quiet,” Greg teased, his voice low and sultry. “You don’t have to hold back anymore, Ethan. It’s just us out here.” He arched his back slightly, pressing his ass even harder against the boy’s lap. “Let it out, baby. I want to hear you.”
Ethan let out a soft, choked moan, his body trembling violently as he fought to keep quiet. Greg could feel the boy’s cock twitching wildly deep in his pussy, the thick shaft pulsing with desperate need.
“That’s it,” Greg whispered, his tone soft and encouraging. “Just let go, Ethan. Let me take care of you.” He shifted again, his movements growing bolder, the heavy globes of his ass jiggling as they worked Ethan’s cock with relentless precision.
Ethan let out another strangled cry, his hips bucking uncontrollably as his body reached its breaking point. “I—I can’t,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “I’m gonna—”
“Shhh,” Greg murmured, cutting him off with a soft, teasing laugh. “It’s okay, Ethan. Just let it happen. Don’t hold back.”
The boy’s entire body stiffened, and Greg could feel the massive length of Ethan’s cock twitching violently in his tight hole. Then, with a strangled moan, Ethan came undone. Hot, thick spurts of cum erupted from his cock, jet after jet flooding Greg’s pussy, the heat and wetness driving Greg wild.
“Fuck, Ethan,” Greg muttered, his voice dripping with arousal as he continued to squeeze his pussy around the boy’s twitching cock, drawing out every last spurt of his release. “You’re amazing.”
Ethan collapsed back into the sleeping bag, his body spent and trembling as he tried to catch his breath. Greg smirked to himself, his own arousal still throbbing as he shifted slightly, feeling the sticky warmth of Ethan’s cum inside his pussy.
“You did so good,” Greg murmured, his tone soft and soothing as he reached back to give the boy’s thigh a gentle squeeze. “Get some rest, baby. You’re gonna need it.”
As Ethan drifted off into a blissful, exhausted sleep, his semi-hard cock still buried inside Greg’s hole, Greg lay awake, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The night had gone exactly as he’d planned, and he couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the summer would bring.
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