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With spunky hands, the just-relieved Adam pulls you to a straddling position like his, over Ferdie. Adam sits over the boy but is pressed up hard behind you. Stroking your chest, he smears his come over your body, dwelling on your nipples and feeling the contours of your muscles. His hot clammy stomach pushes hard against your back, his limp cock rests in your bum crack. In front of you is Ferdie, still leaning against the van, his dark eyes peer up at you, a forlorn expression on his face. Standing over him is Miguel, tied spread eagled, his cock limp before you.

With a minor stretch of your neck you take it in your mouth. Immediately, Miguel's legs spread a little and his hips push closer into your face. Your tongue feels his cock harden as it laps and licks around the flesh.

Adam moves his stretched fingers down to your cock, where they begin wanking. He has a tight grip and pulls your skin right back so it feels like it's going to tear. But in the nicest possible way, you think. Dan moves in too - rubbing his white underpants in his hands across your chest, as if to mop up the cum trail left by Adam. The underpants move up your chest and onto your face, around your lips then along the cock you're sucking on. You watch it travel around Miguel's balls, then up his chest, around his nipples, circling them for a moment before moving up his neck to his face. The masking tape covering Miguel's mouth is then ripped off by Dan. Everyone watching winces. The newly freed mouth opens wide and the pants are stuffed in, hard, so only a small piece of cotton hangs out.

Next the bandana blindfold comes off - it falls into a puddle of come on Ferdie's body. Miguel looks down to see you, the guy so perfectly sucking his cock, and Adam, the guy so perfectly wanking yours. You detect a grin from his pants-distorted mouth, which allays the tiny feeling of guilt you were feeling.

If he likes it, you reckon he should have the works. You place your hands on his cock and around his balls and suck and thrash frantically. Precum, you can taste precum. Aware that he's been sucked all night, front and back, he's gonna explode big time and you're gonna get a mouth full and a half.

But any thoughts of his climax disperse when you feel your own coming coming on. That familiar glorious feeling wells in your toes first, then focuses on the head of your thrashing cock. Just as Adam wanks the first jets out of your cock, Miguel's in your mouth explodes, squirting into your throat. Come floods in at one end as your own cock erupts, squirting it out at the other. You reckon the amount of sperm ejected from your body over those seconds equals the amount taken in orally - great, you don't feel out of pocket. Just knackered.

There's a minimal clean-up operation while Dan unties Miguel. The two foreigners embrace and exchange foreign pleasantries.

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 help 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 pait 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 suddenly to the sound of a motor approaching outside. It stops a distance away and you hear the door slam and footsteps approaching.

Very slowly the zipped flap undoes and someone peers in.