Camping is done

Smut

George's POV:

'Your beautiful nick' 

I heard Clays words echo through the room while nick stood completely naked in the room. He was so beautiful, I missed having him inside me so much.  Missed being filled by his dick and stuffed full of his cum. I just missed his warmth, we haven't fucking in like a week and it was killing me. I wanted him inside me.

'Uhm George? You could just ask you know.' Nicks voice snapped me out of it, quickly realising I had said all of that out loud. Before I could even begin to understand what was going on Karl had latched onto my neck and nick was kissing me as Clay undressed me.

The feeling of pleasure overtook me and gave in leans my head on Karl's shoulder and moaning. Once my clothes were of the others took theirs off and nick practically tackled me down onto the bed. 'I missed you this morning baby ~' he whispered into my ear making me shiver. It was only then I realised we had no lube or anything like that. Nick seemed to notice this too and pushed three fingers in my mouth, to which I happily started sucking on. 

I looked over and saw Karl and Clay kissing while jacking each other off, my god they where hot. The way their lips moved in sync and tongues battle for domi-FUCK! I didn't realise Nick had moved his finger and was now prodding at my hole. He slowly pushed one finger in and moved it around. It didn't feel like much until the second was added, then omg did it feel good! He hit that spot that made my toes curl and back arch 'ahhh! Nick please more!' 

To which he did not disappoint. He pulled his fingered out and spat on his hand jerking himself slightly before lining up and slowly enter. My head blurred and I couldn't think straight, there was so much pain and pleasure fuck!

3'd person:

Karl was sat in clays lap while grinding down on clays now very prominent and hard dick moaning in all his glory. However, they gave each other a look before checking on the others before walking out to try find some...stuff. They eventually found some belts an old scarf . The cleaned it all up and sterilised it then walked back to the room and put both the scarfs on George and nick, who look about ready to release.

'George baby you know how the light system works correct?' Karl asks and George just moans and nodded in response. Clay then whispered something into nicks ear who gave one final but harsh thrust before removing himself and holding George's hands about his head and tying him up. Nick climbed back on top of him and thrust in mercilessly repeatedly.

'FUCK NICK PLEASE AHH~' George was a stuttering and spluttering mess underneath nick, spit rolling down his red face. Nick reached down to his mouth and used his thumb to open George's mouth, leaning down he whispered 'better swallow slut.' Then spitting into George's mouth, who welcomed it and swallowed it. 'You like that slut? Master claiming you? Using you as a dumpster? Hah pathetic little whore. Love being used by 3 people.' The only response George could come up with was a pathetic moan. 

'N-NICK IM- IM Coming!' George panted only to be left on edge as nick pulled out once again. But only to be replaced but someone else entering him and an ungodly pace. ' A-AHH FUCK' he squirmed under the pleasure and was drooling even more. Until he felt something cold and sharp trace down his torso to his thigh the, the object being pushed down more forcefully but drawing not blood. The added pressure giving George more of a kick while another wave of pleasure sunk him and he came all over himself.

'F-fuck! Please let me!' George screamed.  As time slowed and everything seemed heightened. He saw stars and tasted blood. The snap sting becoming so sweet and grounding. The pleasure of an organism ripped through him. He had never experienced anything like it, he felt like he was floating. He could feel the soft touches of his lovers all over him and soft kisses along his neck. Slowly bringing him back to reality.

'Back with up Georgie?' He heard Karl's honey sweet voice trickle through him. 'Yea' he responded dazed. 'Colour baby?' The thicker and raspier voice of Clay entered his brain and he looked around. 'Green. Oh please make me feel good again.' He quickly responded.

'Haha ok. Wanna ride me?' Clay asked and George nodded quickly. Excitedly climbing on top of him and straddling him lining up and sinking down quickly.

After that the all cuddled up in the unfamiliar bed. The comfort of each other was a huge welcome for George, who was still shaken up. They helped him forget. 

He loved them. So much.