On on....

Listening to the action in the back of the van gets your mind racing. Whoever the guy is, he's getting the rough treatment, he's probably tied up with legs spread, Dan's cock forcing its way into his arse hole, or maybe he's gagging for air with that cock slam dunking down his throat. It doesn't sound like Dan's being gentle and loving towards his prisoner.

A glance to Adam, and in the moonlight he's lying still, trousers round his ankles, cock soft. He must be asleep. Trouble is, you're suffering from deadly sperm build up and you need some relief quick. Your flies undo quietly and you pull out your cock. The leaves beneath rustle as your right hand slides over it. Whenever there's a moan from the van, you give a quicker jerk, trying to muffle the crackling leaves. Head back, eyes closed. Fab. You couldn't come earlier with the audience of one, so now with a moment to yourself, mulling over the events of the evening, it shouldn't be a problem. The leaves seem quieter now, but the jigging skin seems to reverberate loudly.

"That's my boy", whispers Adam from nowhere. "I would help you out mate, but I'm shagged. You carry on, don't mind me."

You feel like stopping, but after all this guy's introduced you too, you feel slightly obliged.

"MMMmmm" is the audience reaction as you kick the pace up a bit.

Just as you go for the home straight, the van doors open and out comes Dan with his captive. Unrestrained apart from cuffed hands behind his back, the naked Mediterranean looking guy is shiny with oil, and exhausted. Dan sits him down against the van, to face you, then releases Miguel from the front of the van. With Adam, they all become your audience.

"We're all fucked." says Dan. "If you want to get off, you've got to do it yourself."

"He couldn't do it earlier, when I was watching, so he aint gonna do it now" says Adam slightly unhelpfully piling up the pressure to perform.

Dan suggests something. "For every twenty wanks, Ferdie here gets his bollocks squeezed. Now fucking hurry up, I want to go to bed." He cups Ferdie, the cuffed guy's balls.

"Forty", you say.

"Twenty" comes the reply.

"Thirty?" you negotiate.... "Done."

Dan shines the torch on your wanking hand and off you go, giving it hell for leather. You bring your knees right up and tuck your spare hand behind your head. Stretching your chest muscles feels so sexy it usually helps you come.

After only a few seconds there's a surprised yelp from Ferdie. Fuck he means it, and he's counting.

A bit faster now only brings the second, louder, cry more quickly. From that yelp, you count... until 28, 29, you sit up for the 30th and watch Dan's hand. Around poor Ferdie's balls it squeezes and tugs at the same time. The guy's body jolts and he takes a sharp intake of breath. No cry that time. Start probing your hole, maybe that will help.

Ok, ok, you've got that feeling welling around the tip of your cock, just relax and let it come. Let it come. Let it come for Ferdie's sake. A loud foreign curse followed by a brief struggle coincides with the first jets of jiz squirting forth, over your shoulder, over your chest, over your cock. Thank wank for that. Those in the audience able to, applaude your performance.

Dan pipes up first. "Good, now I can fuck off home." Adam agrees. Dan releases the cuffs from Ferdie and the foreign students embrace each other slightly half-heartedly, too aware of their nudity, but sharing the relief that the ordeal is over. It was certainly an ordeal for Ferdie, but you suspect it brought out some latent desires for Miguel.

Adam and Dan return to their vehicles with minimal chat. It takes Dan a moment to get his van started, but soon he departs. Adam is slower at getting some clothes on, and drives away after Dan. As he drives past he winds down the door and throws out your bags. He hands you a rolled-up magazine. "Think of it as compensation for missing the last train." are his last words before wheel-spinning down the track that brought you there.

The foreign students are arguing, pointing into the woods - presumably to find their way back to their camp. Miguel is now clothed but the nude Miguel gesticulates that his clothes are in the van just departed. Unable to hep them out, you unpack your tent and in the dim light begin to erect your two-man tent.

Miguel doesn't offer to help but mimes "a pair of pants" and points to Ferdie. Got the message, you fumble in your rucksack for some underwear, and pull out a pair of soggy Daffy Duck boxers. You hoped no-one would see these, but hey, you can live without them. They fit Ferdie like a glove, and the two are smiling as they head off into the woods. You wish them luck and wave but in the darkness, they disappear too soon.

With your torch inside your tent, you thumb through the "Jailhouse Suck" magazine. And yes, Dan and Adam pose as a couple of inmates getting sucked and fucked by the guards. The batteries in your torch soon run out so you roll over and try for some kip.

No idea how much time later, but it's getting light, and you awake to the sound of twigs breaking outside - someone's approaching the tent. Very slowly the zipped flap undoes and ....