Camping Swap, Books 1 & 2 Box Set: A College Swinger Romance

by Bart Tracer

  Chapter 7

  In the end, Jake and I were left with nothing but the two fish we had been holding when the stringer was lost. Try as we might, we just couldn’t hook any more fish.

  After each cast, I found myself checking my watch, hoping desperately to get another bite before we were due to meet the girls back at the base of the big pine. But I was having no luck at all. It was as though every single fish in the lake had suddenly decided to go on diet! Damn! Damn! Damn!

  Jake fared no better than I. Up and down the bank he roamed, casting and retrieving, frantically trying to get a fish on before the clock ran out on us. And, like me, he was coming up emptyhanded!

  To make matters worse, the girls had worked their way around to a point opposite us, and we could see them reeling in one fish after another. They laughed and talked merrily, their mirth in strong contrast to our own forlorn misery. This was not good; not good at all!

  We redoubled our efforts, but all to no avail. The fish stubbornly refused to bite on anything we tried. Maybe we wanted it too bad; maybe we were rushing our retrieves in our eagerness to catch something. Whatever the case, we might as well have been fishing in a kitchen sink. We couldn’t hook a damned thing! This was one bet we were going to lose! There was simply no getting around it.

  Finally, the time had come. With dragging feet, we reluctantly made our way to the gnarled old pine. As we waited for the girls, my thoughts were filled with images of the full stringer of fish we had lost. Victory had, quite literally slipped through our grasp.

  I knelt over my pack, disassembling my rod and stowing it safely in its case once more. Jake did the same.

  “So,” he started hesitantly, “I think we’ve lost the bet.”

  “Really? What a brilliant deduction, Jake! And I wonder just how the fuck that happened! Butterfingers!”

  “Hey! That’s not fair! I didn’t mean to drop the stringer! It was wet and slippery as hell! And besides… you’re the one who distracted me!”

  I had to admit, there was some truth to that statement. If I hadn’t been so eager to show off my catch, he probably would’ve paid better attention to what he was doing. So, in a way, I guess it was partially my fault. And in any case, it was just a stupid accident. Could’ve happened to anybody, I suppose.

  “Yeah,” I relented, “I guess you’re right. But damn! I hate to lose this bet!”

  “I know! I was really looking forward to watching the girls jiggle around camp in the buff!”

  I chuckled at that. “Kinda makes you wonder just what they have in store for us!”

  Our conversation was interrupted by the sight of the girls coming down the trail. Molly was carrying both their fishing poles, while Jessica struggled under the weight of their full stringer. Good Lord, had they caught a mess of fish!

  “Shit!” hissed Jake under his breath as he looked at their catch. “We are so screwed!”

  When they reached the tree, Jessie tossed the fish at our feet, smiling innocently. “Whew! That is heavy! How’d you guys do?”

  “Umm,” Jake mumbled, “not so well…”

  “Actually,” I stepped in, “we caught a whole bunch of fish! Probably more than that!” I gestured at the enormous pile of bass lying before us.

  “Probably…?” Molly echoed, raising an eyebrow.

  “Well, you see…” Jake whined. “Well… um…”

  “Jake lost our stringer!” I blurted out.

  Jake’s eyes shot daggers at me. “It was an accident!”

  “So, you guys don’t have any fish?” Molly asked.

  “Not true!” said Jake immediately. “We’ve got fish! Hell, Mike caught a great big one! Biggest bass you’ve ever seen!”

  “How many?” Jessica asked.

  We were silent.

  “C’mon guys,” Molly urged. “How many fish do you have?”

  I hesitated for a few seconds, then quietly said, “two.”

  “Two?!” Jessica snickered. “You guys have two fish?” She turned to smile at Molly. “Well then, guess you boys had better get the fillet knives out!”

  “Huh?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

  “Well,” Molly explained, “you don’t expect the winners to clean their own fish, do you?”

  “That’s not fair!” Jake protested.

  “And I quote ‘The losers have to do whatever the winners want for the rest of the camping trip’,” Molly recited. “So, hop to it… losers!”

  Chapter 8

  It took Jake and me half an hour to clean the girl’s fish (and our two). We washed and dried the knives diligently, put the fillets in plastic bags, and carefully packed them in Jake’s backpack. Even filleted, the fish took up quite a bit of space. We were going to have to get moving, so we could get the fish back to camp and cook them before they spoiled.

  “You girls ready?” Jake asked, tightening the strap that secured the top of his pack.

  “Almost,” replied Molly cryptically. She grinned at Jessica, who giggled, biting her lip. “We just need one more little thing.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Your clothes…”

  “Wha…?” I stared at Molly. “You mean…?”

  “That’s right!” she nodded. “Give ‘em up!”

  “Damn!” Jake complained, standing up and slipping his boots off. He scowled as his hands went to his belt.

  Like Jake, I grudgingly skinned off my pants and shirts, stuffing them in my pack and putting my still-soggy boots back on. Then, I quickly straightened and started to slip my arms through the straps, when my girlfriend placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

  “Skivvies, too!” she said simply, nodding at my underwear.

  “Come on, Babe!” I looked at her pleadingly, but she just shook her head.

  “A bet’s a bet! Time to ‘rock out with your cock out’!”

  Jessica giggled at Molly’s flash of wit. “Oh, that’s a good one!”

  With a sigh, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down to my ankles, struggling to pull my bulky hiking boots through the leg holes. Even though we’d spent the better part of the last two days naked, I felt surprisingly exposed, standing before the two fully clothed girls, wearing nothing but my damp boots. Their giggling wasn’t helping matters.

  A quick glance at Jake showed that he was also a bit uncomfortable with our situation, his hands casually resting in his lap in a lame attempt to hide his wiener, but as the girls had reminded us: “a bet’s a bet”. Fuck it! I slipped my backpack on, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

  “It’s your own fault, you know,” Jessica said. “All that talk about making us run around naked if we lost the bet… that’s what gave us the idea!”

  “’Bare-Ass Brigade’…” Molly said simply, shrugging her shoulders and picking up her pack. “You two studs lead the way!” She swept her arm toward the path with an exaggerated gesture. “We’ll be right behind you!”

  I could practically feel the girl’s eyes on my naked ass as I hiked. God, it was humiliating, walking next to Jake in front of them on the trail back to camp, our cocks bouncing obscenely with each step. The girls, on the other hand, were delighted with the entire situation.

  They laughed and talked, whispering quietly from time to time with each other and pointing at one or the other of us. My face burned with shame. As we hiked, our fully clothed tormentors touched us constantly, their little hands running across our shoulders and biceps, slapping our butts, and, more often than not, trailing down our hips to playfully rub our bobbing genitals.

  I was terrified of meeting someone. Mortified at the thought. I just knew that there would be another group of hikers around each bend in the trail, and they would see us like this. Shit! How would we explain the fact that we were naked? What if they called the ranger station?

  The thought of that humiliation filled me with dread, and each time we crested a ridge or came to a clearing, my eyes darted nervously from side to s
ide, searching for the people I was convinced were there. But, we met no one. Thank God!

  In spite of the warmth of the afternoon, it was surprisingly cool in the shade of the trees with no clothing on. Even though we were more exposed, I was actually glad when we came to a clearing, enjoying the warm sunshine on my chest.

  “Wait! Wait!” Molly cried. I glanced back over my shoulder to see her holding up her hand, palm facing me. “Something’s just not right here!”

  “What?” I asked, looking around, trying to find what was amiss.

  “These!” Jessica announced, her hand coming down to cup Jake’s manhood. “Just look how shriveled and tiny they are!”

  I felt myself blush as I glanced down at myself. She was right. The cool air had done nothing to showcase our manly organs. In fact, mine looked decidedly unimpressive at the moment. Somewhat like a pale cocktail wiener, to be honest.

  “It’s cold!” Jake protested in a loud, somewhat shrill voice, his face a mottled crimson. “That’s supposed to happen when it’s cold! Fuck! Everybody knows that…”

  “Shhhh!” she cooed, placing a fingertip on his lips. “I know, Baby. It’s not your fault.” Her words were teasing, condescending. “What do you think, Molly? Is there any way we can help these two poor guys out?”

  “I don’t know, Jess!” Molly replied, laying aside her pack and moving to my side. “I guess we could give it a try.”

  With that, she quickly dropped to her knees and engulfed my flaccid penis in her warm mouth. I hadn’t expected it, and I gasped in surprise, letting my pack slide from my shoulders and lowering it to the ground. By the time I let the straps slip through my fingers, I was already starting to get hard. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake getting the same treatment from Jessica, and I just had to have a closer look. I was not disappointed.

  Jessica squatted before him, her knees spread wide on either side of his leg, her blonde locks bouncing with each movement of her head, bobbing energetically as she sucked him. His hands wrapped around the back of her head, while her cute, denim-clad ass wiggled enticingly with each movement. I knew from the experiences of the past two days just what pleasures Jake was now enjoying.

  Not that I had anything to complain about! Kneeling in front of me, Molly worked my shaft like a woman possessed. She sucked and licked me, teasingly flicking the head of my cock with her skillful little tongue, before taking me once more into the warmth of her mouth. She kneaded my swollen balls with one hand while the other stroked rapidly up and down the length of my shaft.

  “Oh God!” I groaned with pleasure, my hands moving to the back of her head, my fingers tangled in her silky black hair.

  I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the warm rays of the sun on my face as my beautiful girlfriend treated me to one of the best blowjobs of my life. A cool breeze played across my shoulders, tickling its way down my spine, raising goosebumps on my skin. I couldn’t remember ever feeling more alive.

  My knees began to buckle, my legs trembling. I was getting close and, from the sound of it, so was Jake. God, it was glorious! I was going to cum so hard! I could feel it gathering, boiling in my balls with a white-hot urgency. It was going to be a good one! Then, suddenly, nothing happened!

  With mischievous grins, the two girls quickly hopped to their feet, leaving Jake and me hanging. Well, perhaps hanging is poorly chosen. There really wasn’t too much hanging going on. Our cocks were pointing skyward like Trident missiles, just waiting to go off! But instead of finishing us, the girls stopped, leaving us twitching with excitement.

  “That’s enough!” announced Jessica gleefully, spinning around and putting her backpack on once more. “We’ll finish this when we get back to camp.”

  “Wait a minute!” I protested. “You can’t just…

  “Hey!” Molly cut me off sternly, raising her hand. “You two bigmouths lost the bet! That means, the girls will decide who does what to whom and when! And at this particular moment, we’ve decided you two are not going to cum!” She turned her head ever so slightly and smiled warmly at Jessica. “Isn’t that right, Jess?”

  “Right! Now, pipe down, or you’ll be going to bed with no pussy tonight!” Jessica was clearly enjoying her newfound role as our boss.

  I grumbled under my breath, irritated but unwilling to provoke them. I knew that we would have put them through their paces had we won the bet, but still, it rankled me to be on the receiving end. In this case, however, I decided that discretion truly was the better part of valor and I shut my mouth. After all, the sex had been pretty darned good here lately, I did not want to jeopardize that by arguing over a minor case of blue balls!

  “All right then, sex slaves!” Jessica laughed. “Get your chubby little asses going! We’ve gotta make up for lost time now!”

  Like a muleskinner starting a pack train, she placed a well-aimed smack on Jake’s butt that made him yelp, and we were off, tramping down the trail once more with our hard pricks jutting comically in front of us and our giggling girlfriends following closely behind.

  Chapter 9

  I felt a very real sense of relief when we finally topped the last ridge and caught sight of our camp. The brightly colored tents shown like beacons against the dark trees behind them, welcoming us back.

  Luckily, we had seen no one on the trail, or rather, no one had seen us! Really, I knew that the likelihood of encountering other campers was fairly slim. At this time of year, the summer crowd had yet to arrive and we had chosen our campsite for its remoteness. Still, there was always a chance of meeting someone and, with Murphy’s Law in full effect, I was pretty darned sure that being naked made the odds go up exponentially.

  As we lowered our packs to the ground next to the picnic table, Molly pointed toward the fire ring. “Why don’t you boys take care of supper while Jessie and I freshen up?”

  “Can we put our clothes on now?” Jake whined. “It’s kinda chilly!”

  “Not yet,” Jessica replied, running a finger thoughtfully over Jake’s ass. “Maybe later.”

  “Yeah,” Molly said with a smile, “if you’re good! Oh and boys?” she grinned at Jessica, “try not to singe your wieners!”

  Still snickering, the girls turned on their heels and walked to the smaller of the two tents to unpack their gear, leaving Jake and me to get the fire going. We were still naked, so frying the fish fillets over the open flames proved to be more of an adventure than we were accustomed to, but eventually, we got it done without burning off anything essential. We were just finishing up when the girls emerged from the tent.

  “Supper’s ready,” I announced, forking the last of the fillets from the crackling skillet onto the tin plate that held the others. I turned and took the fish to the table, where I proceeded to give everyone a portion. Jessica slid onto the bench next to me, so close that our thighs touched. Jake brought sodas from the ice chest and set one in front of each of the girls before handing me one. He then took a seat next to my girlfriend.

  “Awesome!” Jessica beamed. “I’m starved!”

  “Mm hmm!” Molly agreed, taking the plate I offered her. “Catching all those fish sure does give a girl an appetite!”

  “Hey! We caught a whole bunch of fish!” Jake protested.

  “Riiiiight!” drawled Jessica, rolling her eyes comically at Molly. “But then they all got away!”

  “It’s the truth, damn it!” Jake pushed his empty plate away and crossed his arms across his chest childishly.

  “Aaaw! Don’t pout, Jakey!” Molly cooed, tousling his hair. “I’m pretty sure this will be one bet you guys won’t mind losing!” Her hands traced its way down his torso, coming to rest on his bare thigh, just inches away from his semi-erect cock.

  “About that,” I began hesitantly, my eyes darting to Molly’s hand, “just what did you girls have in mind for us? I mean, besides the “Walk of Shame” you just put us through! You said something about ‘trying things you’d never tried’ or something like that. What exactly
does that mean?”

  “It’s pretty simple, really,” Molly said, pausing to chew, her hand never moving. “You remember that article I told you about?”

  I nodded cautiously. All of this had been precipitated by an article the girls had read in a magazine on the sex lives of college-aged women. Details had been rather scarce. I still had no idea just what kind of things they’d been reading about. But a little voice told me I was about to find out.

  “Well,” she continued, “we’ve already tried a few of the things the article talked about. And I think you’ll agree that turned out pretty well for all concerned.” She smiled and arched an eyebrow as she awaited our agreement.

  “Sure,” I shrugged, looking at Jake.

  “No complaints from me!” he laughed.

  “So, we thought ‘What the hell?’ Why not try some of the other things, too?”

  “Okay,” I said. “But just what are these ‘other things’?”

  “One of the things I was kind of curious about,” said Jessica hesitantly, “is more than one guy.” Her eyes were fixed firmly on her toes as she spoke.

  “Well, we’ve pretty much taken care of that, Babe!” Jake grinned. “I seem to remember Mike here giving you a pretty good pounding last night and this morning!” He clapped me on the back.

  “She means at the same time,” said Molly flatly, looking a little annoyed at the fact that anyone could be as dull as my roommate.

  “Oooh…” Jake’s smile died on his lips.

  “You mean… like a threesome?” I asked, looking from one girl to the other.

  “Sort of,” replied Molly. “Jessie here is definitely interested in having both of you at the same time… but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let her hog you completely!” Her hand, which up until now had been absently stroking the inside of Jake’s thigh, now cupped his swollen balls. She turned her face toward him. “So, I think the correct term is foursome,” she said matter-of-factly.