Chapter 6: A Crude Awakening
The first thing Spencer registered was the warmth. A wet, insistent heat wrapped around his cock, drawing him up from the depths of a heavy sleep. Then came the muffled giggling, the soft press of hands on his thighs, the rustle of sleeping bags and tent fabric.
He blinked his eyes open, the morning light filtering through the multi-colored canopy of his tent in a kaleidoscope of reds and golds. His head was still fuzzy from the night before, so many faces and bodies and moans blending together into one glorious blur. But when he looked down, he found a sight that was hard to believe belonged to the waking world.
There were four of them. Four women he didn't recognize, their identities lost to the haze of last night's festivities. One was on her knees between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his cock with practiced enthusiasm. Her hair was a riot of blonde curls that bounced with every movement. Two more were pressed against his sides, their hands roaming over his chest and stomach, their tongues tracing lazy patterns across his skin. The fourth was kissing her way up his inner thigh, her lips leaving a trail of wet heat towards his balls.
Spencer's cock twitched, the pressure building in his balls as the blonde's mouth slid down his shaft while the woman on his left pinched his nipple hard. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his body arching off the ground as the sensations overwhelmed his sleepy haze. The woman between his thighs moaned in response, taking him deeper, her throat muscles working around his thick cock.
Suddenly, his whole body seized up, muscles locking as the first jet of cum shot from his tip with surprising force, splashing against the back of her throat. She swallowed eagerly, but more cum followed, thick ropes of white spurting from his slit as he came harder than he ever had before, even in his dreams. His cock pulsed again, another wave of jizz coating her tongue as she sucked him dry, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The girls around him laughed, their hands stroking his skin as he continued to unload, his body writhing in pleasure as he emptied himself completely into the blonde's waiting mouth.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," the blonde said, pulling her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. She grinned up at him, her lips slick with spit and pre-cum. "You're finally awake. We were starting to think you'd never wake up, and we really didn't want to waste a single drop so we've been taking turns on your cock all night while you slept."
Spencer groaned, a lazy grin spreading across his face as the sensation of his orgasm subsided. "Fuck, that's a hell of a way to wake up," he rasped, his voice rough with sleep. "You girls have been at it all night?"
"I don't think your cock even got a moment of rest," the woman at his thigh purred, her lips brushing against his balls as she spoke. "You were so hard in your sleep, we couldn't resist. You've cum like, six times already and you didn't even know it."
Spencer laughed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He loved this festival. He loved the freedom, the lack of pretense, the way complete strangers could just crawl into his tent and help themselves to his cock without a second thought. It was exactly what he signed up for when he'd planted his flag in this patch of mud and grass.
"Lucky me," he said, reaching down to run his fingers through the blonde's curls. "But as nice as this is, I gotta get up. I'm starving."
The woman on his side pressed her tits against his arm, her nipple grazing his skin as she leaned in. "Do you have to? We're not done with you yet."
Spencer sat up, his cock still rock hard and glistening cum. "Tell you what," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm free to use, anytime, anywhere. But I need breakfast. So you girls are just gonna have to keep me company while I cook."
The four women exchanged glances, their lips curling into identical wicked smiles. The blonde nodded slowly, her hand already snaking up his thigh. "Deal," she said. "But don't think you're getting away that easy."
Spencer swung his legs out of the tent, his bare ass hitting the cool morning air as he crawled through the flap. The campsite was already stirring with life. A few tents away, someone was strumming a guitar, and the smell of bacon and campfire smoke drifted through the clearing. The bonfire from last night had burned down to glowing embers, and a handful of early risers were scattered around, nursing coffee and mimosas, their eyes tracking Spencer's naked form as he emerged.
The blonde crawled out after him, her breasts swaying as she moved on all fours, her pussy already glistening in the morning light. The other three followed, forming a little procession behind him as he made his way to the cooler.
"Fuck, look at that," one of the campers nearby said, a skinny guy with dreadlocks who was poking at the fire with a stick. "Is that the guy from last night? The one who—"
"The one who fucked half the festival?" his friend finished, shaking his head with a mix of disbelief and envy. "Yeah, that's him."
Spencer grinned, flexing his ass for the crowd as he bent over to rummage through the cooler. He pulled out a carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, and a cast-iron skillet, setting them on the portable camp stove he'd set up the day before. The women gathered around him, their bodies pressing close, their hands already finding their way to his skin.
"You know," the blonde purred, her fingers tracing the curve of his ass, "I don't think I caught your name last night. We sort of just... stumbled into your tent and found you laying there like a gift from the festival gods."
"Spencer," he said, cracking an egg into the skillet with practiced ease. "And I don't think I caught yours either. But honestly, I'm not sure I caught anything last night. It's all a beautiful blur."
"I'm Daisy," the blonde said, her hand sliding around to grip his cock. "And this is Willow, Jade, and Ruby." She gestured at the other women as she said their names. Willow was the one with the dark hair who'd been kissing his thigh, her eyes dark and hungry. Jade had a shock of pink hair and a nose ring, her body covered in freckles. Ruby was the curvy one with the copper hair, her hips wide and her smile even wider.
"Nice to meet you all properly," Spencer said, flipping the bacon in the skillet. "Even if we did skip the formalities last night."
"Formalities are boring," Ruby said, stepping closer and pressing her tits against his back. She reached around him, her fingers joining Daisy's on his cock, stroking him in a lazy rhythm. "We were hoping you'd teach us some more... informal things this morning."
Spencer laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. He could feel his cock responding to their touch, still hard despite having cum so many times already. The bacon sizzled in the pan, the smell mixing with the musk of their bodies.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere," he said, turning the bacon with a fork. "But I'm telling you, I need to eat. I've got a long day ahead of me."
"You'll eat," Willow said, her voice low and husky. She knelt down in front of him, her hands on his hips as she guided his cock toward her mouth. "But we'll make sure you're properly... nourished first."
Daisy and Ruby moved to flank him, their mouths finding his nipples, their tongues lapping at the sensitive buds as Willow took him between her lips. Spencer groaned, his cock sliding past her lips as the fork in his hand trembled. He tried to focus on the bacon, tried to keep his attention on the sizzling skillet, but Willow's mouth was pure magic, her tongue swirling around his tip as she pushed him deeper.
"Fuck," he breathed, his head falling back. "You girls are going to make me burn the whole camp down."
"Would that be so bad?" Ruby murmured against his skin, her hand cupping his balls.
The words barely left Ruby's mouth before Spencer felt the pressure building low in his gut, the familiar, aching throb that meant he was about to blow. Willow's tongue was doing something obscene, pressing flat against the underside of his cock while her throat relaxed around him, pulling him deeper, taking him all the way to the root. Her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base, and she held him there, her throat working around the thick length of him.
"Fuck, Willow, you're gonna make me lose it," he gasped, the fork clattering onto the stove as his hand flew down to grip the back of her head instead.
Daisy laughed, her mouth trailing a wet path across his chest. "Let go, baby. We want it. Give it to her."
Ruby's fingers tightened around his balls, rolling them gently, and that was it. Spencer's whole body locked up, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as the first thick rope of cum slammed into Willow's throat. She gagged, but she didn't pull away. Her hands dug into his hips, holding him in place as another jet fired, and another, flooding her mouth until she couldn't swallow fast enough. Cum spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin, coating his shaft, and still he kept coming, his cock jerking in her mouth with every violent pulse.
"Jesus fucking Christ," someone shouted from across the camp. "Did you see that? He's still going!"
Spencer's legs nearly buckled as the orgasm rolled through him, endless and overwhelming. Willow pulled back just enough to catch her breath, a string of cum connecting her swollen lips to the head of his cock, and he pumped one last load directly onto her tongue. She swallowed it with a satisfied moan, licking her lips clean.
"Holy shit," she breathed, her voice hoarse. "That was... you still have more? We drained you all fucking night."
Spencer leaned against the stove, gasping for air, his chest heaving. The bacon was starting to smoke, the edges curling and blackening. He grabbed the tongs with a shaky hand and flipped the pieces, the sizzle loud in the morning quiet.
"Told you," he grunted, a grin spreading across his flushed face. "I'm a marvel. Now if you girls give me five fucking minutes to make breakfast, I'll let you use me however you want for the rest of the day."
The women exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with hunger. Daisy looked at the smoking bacon, then at Spencer's still-hard cock, still glistening with Willow's spit and his own cum. She shrugged.
"Fine. But we're not going anywhere." She knelt down, her hands on his thighs, and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. "We'll just... keep you company."
The next hour was a blur of sizzling bacon, cracking eggs, and Spencer being touched, sucked, and stroked from every possible angle. Daisy took her turn, then Jade, who rode him from behind while he stirred the scrambled eggs with one hand and held the spatula in the other. Ruby brought him a mug of coffee, holding it to his lips while Jade bounced on his cock, her pink hair flying as she moaned loud enough for the whole camp to hear.
"Fuck, you're so deep," Jade panted, her nails raking down his back. "I can feel you in my throat, Spencer. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard on your cock."
"Let it go, baby," Spencer grunted, pouring the eggs into a bowl. "Cum on this big dick. You earned it."
Jade came with a scream, her body shuddering against his, and Spencer followed a few seconds later, burying his load deep inside her. The campers nearby had gathered by now, a small crowd of maybe fifteen people, watching with open-mouthed awe as Spencer accepted yet another woman's hungry body while casually eating a forkful of scrambled eggs.
"Good morning, camp!" he called out between bites, grinning at the crowd, his cock still buried inside Jade. "Breakfast is served! Who's hungry?"
The crowd let out a mix of laughter and wolf-whistles, a few people clapping as if Spencer had just finished a particularly impressive magic trick. Jade slid off his cock with a wet, satisfied sigh, her legs shaky as she stumbled toward the cooler to grab a bottle of water. Spencer set the bowl of scrambled eggs on the camp table, his cock still slick and twitching, and grabbed a paper plate.
"Seriously, help yourselves," he said, gesturing at the spread. "I made way too much. Figured I'd have company."
Daisy was already beside him, her hand snaking around his waist, her fingers trailing down to grip his half-hard cock. "You're always thinking ahead, aren't you?"
"Someone's gotta," Spencer said, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. The bacon was crispy, the eggs fluffy, and he couldn't remember the last time food had tasted this good. Probably because he'd cum about nine times since waking up and his body was screaming for fuel.
The crowd drifted closer, drawn by the smell of food and the spectacle of a naked man casually eating breakfast while four women pawed at him. A couple of girls from the neighboring campsite, both wearing tie-dye bandanas and not much else, wandered over with curious smiles.
"Is this a private party," one of them asked, her eyes lingering on Spencer's cock, "or can anyone join?"
Spencer grinned, gesturing with his fork. "Free country. Grab a plate or grab my cock. Up to you!"
The girl laughed, stepping closer. She was petite, with a mass of dark curls and a nose stud, her tits barely covered by a crochet bikini top. Her friend was taller, all legs and sun-kissed skin, wearing nothing but a pair of denim cutoffs and a smile.
"I'm Chloe," the petite one said, reaching out to touch his chest. "And this is Sam. We saw you last night. On the dancefloor. Holy shit, that was something."
"Glad you enjoyed the show," Spencer said, taking another bite of eggs. "I aim to please."
Sam stepped around the table, her eyes fixed on his cock. "Is it true you can come on command? Like, whenever you want?"
Spencer set his plate down, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Want a demonstration?"
Chloe and Sam exchanged a look, then nodded in unison. Spencer glanced down at his cock, still sticky with Jade's juices and his own cum, and focused. He didn't need to think about it much; the thought of two fresh women wanting to use him was enough. Within seconds, a thick rope of cum shot from his tip, splattering onto the grass between them.
"Holy shit," Chloe breathed, her eyes wide.
"Told you," Daisy said, her voice smug. "He's a marvel."
Chloe dropped to her knees without another word, her hands already reaching for his cock. Sam followed, her mouth finding his balls while Chloe took the head between her lips. Spencer groaned, his head falling back as he grabbed the edge of the table for support.
"Fuck, that's good," he muttered. "You girls are going to drain me dry."
"That's the plan," Sam said, her voice muffled against his skin.
The morning sun climbed higher, burning off the last of the dew. Spencer's camp became a gathering spot, a rotating cast of festival-goers stopping by to watch, to cheer, to join. The eggs got cold, but nobody seemed to care. Spencer's plate sat abandoned on the table while Chloe and Sam took turns on his cock, and then a girl with a septum piercing and a snake tattoo wrapped around her arm wanted a turn, and then a pair of twin sisters with matching pixie cuts and matching hungry smiles.
Spencer lost count of how many times he came. It didn't matter. His body was a fountain, an endless well of cum that these women just couldn't get enough of. He leaned against the camp table, his legs trembling, his cock raw and pulsing, and let them have their way with him.
"Alright, alright," he finally said, gently pushing the twins away. "I need to actually start my day, or I'm going to miss the first sets. And I didn't come to this festival to spend the whole time standing in my own campsite."
The women groaned in protest, but Spencer was already moving, grabbing a pair of loose linen pants from his tent and pulling them on. His cock, still half-hard, made an obscene bulge against the fabric, and he didn't bother trying to hide it.
"You're not seriously going to just walk away after all that," Daisy said, her arms crossed over her chest.
Spencer pulled on a sleeveless shirt, the fabric sliding over his tattooed shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere far," he said, grinning. "I'll be at the main stage all day. If you girls want more, you know where to find me. I'm always up for a good time."
He grabbed his water bottle, his sunglasses, and a worn festival hat, and gave the gathered crowd a little salute. "Thanks for breakfast, ladies. You're all fucking amazing. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some music to go see."
The women watched him go, a mix of disappointment and anticipation on their faces. Chloe called out after him, "We'll find you later!"
"You better!" Spencer shouted back, his laughter carrying across the campsite. He walked toward the path that led to the main stages, his cock still tenting his pants, feeling the eyes of every person he passed. A few women wolf-whistled, a few men gave him approving nods, and Spencer just grinned, soaking it all in.
This festival was turning out to be everything he'd ever wanted and more.