By now, their sassy admonitions had become boring and obnoxious. “You’d better not come to our campus to suck cock Uncle Blonde. The campus jocks there don’t like cocksuckers anywhere close to them. They kick the ass of anybody they suspect who is queer about other guys.”
“That’s right, Uncle Blonde! Short skinny guys have been put in the hospital just for being suspected of being queer. Turns out most o’ them were just underdeveloped nerds.”
“Fuck the both of you”, I retorted. “Your simple-minded campus hardly sounds like an objective bastion of tolerance, academic or otherwise. Anyone who pays tuition money to such a Neanderthalic institution is pissing it away.”
It was not my idea to be traveling cross-country with my cognitively challenged nephews. My meddling older sister imposed her inconvenient arrangements and now I was compelled to make a return visit to my aunt and uncle’s western ranch in the company of her like-minded, nosy, dim-witted student offspring. It seems the slackers lacked the industriousness to seek out summer jobs. When my plans for a two week sojourn to consult with my uncle about his ranching business became common knowledge in my family, my sister thought it would be constructive to have her boys tag along and “sit-in” to maybe learn something. The only thing I could think would be constructive, would be to gag them for the whole trip and insist they collect the horse manure for the fertilizer market. The older dolt, Todd was in his first year at graduate school as an MBA candidate. The younger, Jeb was a business major about to enter his junior year. They both attended a public sponsored university in a state that neighbored my Appalachian home. They both could care less about the curriculum and sought their major study because “that’s where the bucks are.” They carped on endlessly about professional and college sports statistics, although neither was sufficiently coordinated enough to even consider an athletic career on any level. I feared their presence at the ranch was going to crimp my opportunity for intense sexual reunion with my “buff” cowboy interest. At least I had to share little in the driving, as my sister’s spacious van served as the comfortable mode of transportation.
Occasionally the brothers’ behavior together on the drive surprised me and suggested a deeper fraternal bond than I might otherwise have suspected. When we traveled off the interstate to find a lunch spot, we passed a majestic log A-frame atop a wooded hill. They sat almost intimately close together, “cheek-to-cheek” as it were, to inspect the attractive home more carefully. When something else caught their eye at the side of the road that met their approval, they would often grasp and grope each other about the arms and shoulders in their enthusiasm. Until then, I had never thought our family especially “touchy feely”.
Upon our arrival at the ranch, sure enough, they behaved obnoxiously about everything, always underfoot of everything that both the ranch hands and I needed to accomplish “Can’t you do something to carouse these ignorant assholes out o’ here, Blonde?”, one of them inquired with irritation.
“I will see if I can’t get my uncle to put them on shoveling horse shit detail”, I replied in wry frustration. Would that that were true. Instead, they were a drag in my efforts to revise the ranch’s computer management. They asked incessantly stupid questions and cracked dim-witted jokes in response to my resentful explanations. Speaking of resentment, I could read it on the face of my newly reunited interested man. Rather than encounter his dirty looks, I would rather see his expression of sensual overload as I fervently sucked on his irresistible cock.
“Why did you bring their sorry stupid asses out here with you?” The tone of his voice matched his facial body language. I explained the quandary I had been placed in. After all, they were just as much family members to my aunt and uncle as I. Bob and I somehow managed to arrange a short meeting alone in one of the stables late in the day, as my nephews had expressed a desire to watch some inane action/comedy “rerun” on cable. His mood changed as I daringly and confidently reached down and stroked the inside of his upper thigh, the object of my long yearnings instantly plumping and bulging against the tight fabric of Bob’s old fashioned close fitting jeans. He stretched his well defined taut limbs and torso to facilitate my studious unfastening of his stainless fly buttons. My impatient probing fingers felt the heat emanate to those sturdy trousers from the thick manly treasure that so hungrily anticipated an enthralling exposure. The pungent saucy aroma of his powerful excitement exhaled deeply from the opening flaps of the concealing garment, dizzily intensifying my own ardor for passionate contact. Reaching in and just feeling the velvety heated surface of the long prize I was about to grasp and pry out in to the open, I heard a shuffle at the barn door.
The noisy latch heralded a swinging door. “Uncle Blonde, if you’re in there, dinner’s ready and you know how Aunt Faith hates it when people are late at the dinner table.” My younger nephew’s nasal monotone couldn’t have been more unwelcome
“Predictable timing from that brain dead asshole”, I whispered. My partner in impending intimacy didn’t respond. In obvious disgust, he hurriedly buttoned up and prepared to leave.
During the next day, unnoticed by others, I managed to talk Bob into another attempt at a barnyard tryst. That night, I actually had his splendid succulent salami and his profuse pendulous balls withdrawn and aching for my purposeful intentions. My fingers were quivering with the joy at having this unequalled phallic profusion in my possessive grasp, once again. Zealously eager for a taste, I leaned forward for decisive contact with my salivating tongue and lips. Once again, our urges were thwarted by the noise of the squeaking hinges of the opening barn door. “Shit!” Bob whispered in frustration to our scuttle to hide ourselves in an empty stall.
My entering nephews, so engrossed in their own inane babble, did not detect the rush to conceal ourselves. “Jeez, those ‘Baywatch’ chicks get me so horny and hard.”
“Yeah!”, responded Todd. “I always feel like I am going to bust a nut and cream my shorts right on the spot.”
“Well thanks for sharing the fantasy, Bro’. We can always pretend that one o’ them is working our puds.” Jeb swung around seemingly in search of something. “That hay pile looks comfortable.” The two sauntered to the edge of a small haystack situated just across from the stall where we hid. To our astonishment, in plain view of both of us through cracks in the stall gate, we could observe them unfastening and pull down their baggy shorts to reveal their slick ended hard cocks. They both sported roughly 7″ of cut meat. Todd’s had a relatively small dark red dickhead, but a vein bulging healthy girthed shaft. Jeb, by contrast, had a slender slightly curved shaft, but a blooming mushroom-like purple head. They both had a mature mat of dark brown man tuft wisping from the region of their organs, Todd eliciting a spare patch from his slightly low hung discernable nut sac.
Bob and I were stuck in a spell of silent hypnosis, entranced by imagining what might be their next motions. They kicked away their shorts and leaned into a sitting position on the stack.
“Hoo-hoo!”, chanted Jeb. “Wouldn’t it feel great if they came down on us on this stuff?” Todd was now manipulating his thick tool with three fingers and a thumb. As both started to pick up the pace of self-coitus. One must have issued a signal missed by my companion and I in surreptitious concealment. They suddenly switched off and the hands that were studiously stroking now reached over and grasped the manipulated dongs of each other. Stroking each other in gratuitous sex play, they both let loose moans of gratification in the sharply intensifying pleasure of the moment. The two reddening meats swelling even harder to the incessant pumping, they both seemed transfixed, as if the urgent motions of their fists and arms were somehow detached from the rest of them. Little muffled yells sounded from both their slightly gaping mouths as their bursting cocks reached the eruption point. We caught the scent of their seed as first one and shortly after, the other, spurted little squirts of their loads of jizz. I was determined to jolt the little pricks with a bad fright by revealing myself before the hand jobbers’ final orgasmic spasms ended their handiwork. I punched the stall door open and practically lunged at them.
“Uncle Blonde!”, one of them yelped with an almost guilt-ridden look of terror on their red faces. Sure enough, as they both leapt to their feet, they could not conceal their still bobbing seed-seeping cocks while crouching down to pull up their shorts.
“Well look what we got, here”, I crowed triumphantly. “Wouldn’t the heroic jocks of your campus be interested in watching just what went on here. What do they think of brothers who fiddle each other?”
“It ’s not what you think”, the younger one sheepishly piped up. “Besides why were you here with one of Uncle Raymond’s hands?”
“Nothing you aren’t already aware of, you perverted little hypocrite. Far be it for you two to be up front about what it is that turns you on.”
Bob soaked in this whole incident with obvious amusement. “Now don’t be so hard on your kin, Blonde.” He spoke with a sly “shit eating” grin the whole time. “That was a real nice show they put on. Looks like they might enjoy some fun times with us.”
Now Todd spoke up. “Fuck you! In your dreams, faggot”. His look of consternation, hostile as it was, was not convincing.
Bob feigned alarm and concern with a comical expression. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so ‘put out’ if I were you. I’m sure your Uncle knows a few buddies of you guys who might find your brotherly attentions real interesting. Of course, no one would need to know how it is you two get along so well, provided you get along with us just the way we want you to for the remainder of your stay here in the ‘wild wild west’. By now, Bob was beaming again and flashed me a wink at the conclusion of his proposition.
Of course, I caught the gist of his conversation. “Hmm, . . I remember Gregg Monsanto, the captain of the school track team lives right down the street from you guys.” I confirmed with confidence. The two “jerk-offs” were squirming with discomfort. We had them right where we wanted them and they were ripe for the plucking. “He doesn’t have to know anything about it if, for starters, you suck Bob’s dick, here and now, Jeb. Wait ’til you see the size of his awesome banana.”
Pretending not be worried, he tries to fend me off. “You’re bluffing, Uncle Blonde.”
I stand right up to him and look him straight in the eye, inches from his face. “Do you really want to take that chance, you obnoxious twerp. I know your school’s web-site. I know how to access the undergraduates’ profiles and e-mail addresses. Make me do that and make my day.”
For a minute, we just stood there. Finally, Jeb sheepishly nodding in Bob’s direction, asked, “well isn’t he going to pull it out?”
“Fuck no!”, I whined. “You do that. On your hands and knees, buddy. And, when he shoots, you swallow.” Bob leaned against the stall gate with his ever-present grin. He spread his legs open and thrust his hips out slightly in an exaggerated stance, letting out a low-pitched forced chuckle. His generous bulge was conspicuous to all and for the first time, I realized I was going to be envious of my nephew. The look of disgust on his face intensified as, on his knees, he realized he was going to have to struggle with Levi buttons to release the focused object of his coercion. The scent of Bob’s sex hit my nostrils as Jeb reached in the open fly to procure from concealment the ultimate manifestation of male desirability. My envy increased continuously almost to the point of maddening jealousy as almost all 8.5″ of the sweetly smoking sumptuous sausage was unleashed from binding concealment on proud display to all present company, gently handled and in the careful grasp of my not so disinterested younger nephew. His eyes widened to the circumference of silver dollars. His older brother standing next to me, let out a muffled gasp upon complete exposure. The expression on his face revealed a pique of apparent undistracted fascination.
In an instant, Jeb was upon him. Lips and tongue were embracing the well-sculpted elongated glans with a kiss of intent oral attentions. Evidently, strong suction and flailing tongue were working their way down the ruggedly veined shaft in what at first appeared an effort to fulfill a task quickly and get it over with. My nephews did not appreciate the experience of an old cocksucker they had in their uncle. Through personal experience and watching other masters over the years, I know when an oral server is being seduced by the throbbing and twitching organ he has given himself to. I could see the subtle ways he started to work the succulent meat in his mouth; the way he would artfully shift the cock from one place in oral location to another, pressing it now against one cheek, shift it now back to the entry of his throat, loving firm caresses by the tongue deep in the underside of his shaft to all around his pliant head. His mouth became a hungering sieve for the elegant pulsing flesh that livened so appreciatively to all the warm wet complex applications.
“I believe your skills run in the family, Blonde.” Bob was whispering loudly as he soothed himself in the delicious delirium focused on his pillar of pleasure. “I am going to squirt a hot load for this sucker to feed on. . . . . Any second, now!” True to form, Bob’s legs quivered, the veins of his neck stuck out, and he grinned a toothy wince as sultry orgasmic spasms flinched his body. I knelt down almost intimately next to my suckling nephew to take note of the movements of his neck and jaw. True to form, I was convinced he was feeding and swallowing his captive’s love offering as it spewed from the flinching fleshy faucet within his gripping mouth.
“You done your uncle proud.” I patted Jeb patronizingly on the shoulder as Bob was packing up and buttoning up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Todd watched every careful detail of Bob’s ensuing flaccidity and the way he coiled his snake-like private back into careful privation.
“We both could see you liked it a lot, you pervert.”
“Fuck you Todd”, Jeb protested. “You seem to enjoy yourself when you suck my dick.”
A look of surprised outrage crossed Todd’s face. “Shut the fuck up, you big-mouthed twerp. Just wait ’til the next time your horny ass wants my cock reaming you up there. I am going to shove something up it so you will never be able shit again, let alone get fucked.”
Bob and I stepped in as the two nearly came to aggressive blows. “Cool down boys.” Bob sounded genuinely conciliatory. “Judging from your confessions, there is no reason on God’s green earth that any of us should be fightin’ with the other. God damn, but we can get together and enjoy some fun and good times. Your Uncle Raymond wants me to take two horses to a distant trail. We can make a camping trip of it.”
This was the first I had heard of this. I later learned that my uncle had two skittish horses that were gentle with humans but intimidated by the other stallions. He had learned from experience that the best solution to such a problem was to have the steeds in question treated to a change in scenery.
Bob’s general disposition improved notably for the next two days before we set off.
He would beam whenever he saw me. He especially had reason to when the next evening I was finally able to savor his tantalizing tool to a tempestuous triumph of climactic release, relishing every drop of his salty spunk, without the potential for irksome interruption. He would wink and smile whenever he encountered either of my nephews. They on the other hand would avoid looking either of us in the eye. In fact, they seemed to deliberately avoid us. I was now able to pursue my tasks on behalf of my uncle unperturbed and in peace.
“Hooeee, we’re going to have us some ggooooooddd times!” Bob whelped as he drove my uncle’s station wagon with the horse trailer in the back. My nephews just skulked in the back. “Now don’t be like that. You can always lie and tell your ‘college boy’ friends you hooked up with some sweet cow girls on your trip west, . . . . provided you comply with your uncle’s and my fun time activities. After all, sounds to me like you two have your own real ‘close and personal’ fraternity. You’d just be adding a couple new ‘brothers’ for a while.” He winked at me with his ever-present grin. “Did you guys know how much your Uncle Blonde loves my cock. It’s a struggle for him to keep his hands off my member, hard or soft. . . . Yep, it was your uncle who taught me about the fun guys can have with each other. Now, I’m always looking for like-minded boys, like you two. . . . Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, Blonde. I found that swimming hole I’d promised you. That’s why we’re driving further out to a state preserve and not the national forest. They have better horse trails there, anyway. I’ve decided the first thing we are going to do is unload at a discreet camping spot and lead the horses straight to the swimming spot.” He nudged me before he continued. “There’s no need for swim trunks since there is hardly anybody there on weekdays, anyway.” He quickly turned his head to the back seat. “You boys got respectable builds. I’m sure you could care less if strangers come up on you naked.”
As usual there was no response from the morose twosome, just a low moan from one of them.
“When your Uncle Blonde pulls down his pants, he’ll be sportin’ a leaking boner. That’s how happy he’ll be to see me naked again.” He let out his familiar silly giggle and playfully punched me on the shoulder. I just smiled and said nothing. Of course, he was right. I was already achingly hard in the car just thinking about our nude frolic.
“This I’ve got to see:. . . . Uncle Blonde naked with a boner!” Jeb spoke with that sassy tone.
Bob silenced him again. “Hell, you little nerd, before this trip is over, we’ll be looking at hardly nothing but each others hard cocks.” He shot him a menacing grimace via the rear view mirror. “Don’t you think I won’t inspect yours real careful. . . And that won’t be the only naked thing you got I ‘ll inspect real close.” All the vehicle passengers were quiet for the remainder of the drive.
In another gorgeous park, our campsite was discreet and well shaded. We unpacked and helped Bob unload the gentle horses and stirrup them only to lead them, not bothering with the saddles. We would not bother to pitch camp until after we set out on our first trails. The first trail was narrow and bordered by tall spruces. I was surprised when we reached a beach that turned out to be an inset cove of a much larger lake. Bob had brought corralling rope with him to secure the horses with trees, but leave them enough leeway at water’s edge. He then sat down on the sand and started to remove his boots. He stopped to see the three of us just watching him. “What’s the matter with your family? Are you easterners that bashful? Do I have to say it? Strip! Get naked! We can’t enjoy the swimming if we all don’t get bare assed.” We did as we were told. I realized my nephews had well toned legs, but I did not realize what good definition they had in their hairless chests and abs until they took their shirts off. When I peeled away my briefs to free my hard cock, it was not just on Bob’s account that I had been so stimulated.
My nephews snickered at me, but I knew their dicks weren’t normally so thick when they were exposed. They both had begun to swell. Bob thought on the same wavelength as I did. As the three of us began to enter the water as he was removing his jeans, he let out a whistle. “Get a load of the sweet asses on those nephews of yours, Blonde. It’s not ’til they are in the altogether that we can see just how shapely those round cheeks really are. . . . I’m telling you boys, you really ought to spend time with men who are hot for other men. You would find out just how appreciated you really could be.” He clowned around at the water’s edge kicking the water with his big toe and toying with the band of his jockey shorts. He whistled what he must have imagined was a burlesque tune. He swayed his hips and played with his shorts band, jerking it up and down to flash his ample pubic tuft. I noticed my nephews watched this spectacle intently and their male parts swelled to the point where their dicks remained turgid in any bodily movement. Suddenly Bob turned around bent over and mooned us. This had the effect of triggering a rise from Todd’s dick like a railroad barrier to stretch to its full 7″. He tried to disguise his state by rushing to higher water above waist level, but he was caught by all of us. Bob kicked off his shorts running into the water like a frantic madman. “Come here college boy”, he yelled. “I can tell you like what you see. . . It ’s time for us to get more familiar.” Todd started to swim out into deeper water. Bob, sensing that catching up to him may take considerable effort obviously chose to wait in the shallows.
Pursing his lips and blowing kisses at my nephew further out in the water, he now bent his knees and lewdly stroked his now hard glorious 8.5″ spell binder at the naked youth. “You can either come back and get some of this, or we will just put on our clothes, rustle up the horses and leave you here. You didn’t remember how the trails branched from our camp-site. Do you want to be just left here and have to find your way back to our campsite, bare-assed naked? . . . . Look at us, man. You ain’t got nuthin’ the rest of us don’t have. Look at the turned on hard dicks we got here, man.” At this point our gender members were all at unconcealed full salute. “Please come back and join the fun. There is no need for anybody else but us three to know what happened this trip.” A brief and silent pause followed but my older nephew must have willed to succumb to the seduction of the moment. With a great display of splashing and flailing limbs, he strenuously swam back to shore and ran out of shallower water into Bob’s waiting arms, his own thickly excited external organ swaggering in the commotion. The passionate clash of the two dripping wet manly nude bodies in muscular embrace was a vision of unsurpassed sensuality for Jeb and me. We were both mesmerized into catatonic wonderment as we watched the spectacle of lip smacking and union of tongues and the sweeps of arms and hands in urgent exploration of each other’s revealed nakedness. At one point, Bob was slightly crouched to suckle and nibble one of his partner’s nipples as he studiously pinched the other, rolling the hardening point between thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck me!” Todd spoke up for the first time since we had arrived at the lake. “I need you to shove that hot fat cock you’ve got into my horny ass, NOW!”
Despite the intimacy of their contact, this remark by Todd also took me aback. Bob decided to have fun with the blunt physical urges expressed by his new willing conquest.
He heartily stroked and pinched Todd’s curvaceous ass cheeks as he inquired, “well I don’t know. . . . I pack a powerful punch of big man meat. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I have to. Please fuck me now.”
“Well now, that sounds almost desperate. It sounds like your asshole has been fucked before. Do you want me to fuck you because it has been a while, or because the sight of my huge cock turns you on back there?”
By now, Todd was on all fours as Bob continued groping his posterior. He paused before he barely audibly mumbled, “it ’s your cock”.
“Speak up there friend, it sounds like you’re chewing on corn bread.”
“I want your cock, man. SHOVE it in, now! My hole is horny as hell for it.”
“Is that so!” Bob amusingly mocked an inquisitive and almost philosophical expression. “Well now if you want my boner so bad, have you wanted other guys’ cocks and had them bugger your sweet ass? . . . . This wouldn’t be your first time, would it?”
Again, Todd did not respond right away. Finally, almost a humiliating admission, “it doesn’t matter if it is my first time, I can feel that I NEED to be fucked by yours.”
“By my what?”
“By your COCK, you dumb shit: your hard meat, your boner, your erect dick, your woodie, your fat, long, man-sized hard-on.” By now Todd was almost exasperatedly yelling at the top of his lungs. He was genuinely begging for it.
Before Bob responded in speech, he knelt down and spread Todd’s cheeks with his confident fingers to closely get a good look at his protege’s puckering rose bud. He let out a whelp. “Yyeeeeee hhaaaaaaaa! . . It ’s too late to change your mind now, buddy boy. I’m going to fuck me some tight virgin hole. There is nothing more wonderful then workin’ up some in and out action to pop fresh ass cherry.”
By now, I had reached inside my ever present knapsack to hand Bob my tube of lubricant. “Ain’t you like the boy scout, Blonde.” He winked at me with his sparkling broad grin. “Always prepared! . . We need to prep our young new guy with slick stuff so that his tight little tunnel can handle my long greedy meat poking him up there.” He let out generous portions of the lotion on to his fingers, making his proud splendid salami glisten in the afternoon sun. As his slick fingers almost impatiently broke through Todd’s bulging small rear entranceway, I heard a gasp, but the way my nephew’s bare hips impulsively shifted backward to greet the contact with approval, I could discern it was a gasp of pleasure and so could Bob. “Yyyeeeeahh, that’s what I like. I like my new colts willing and submissive.” Bob shifted his taut comely limbs in such a way to strategically align his meat, flinching with horny hunger, to the opening of Todd’s soon to be initiated posterior passage. He grasped his pulsing pole with his fingers and teasingly rubbed its bright red bulging glans up and down Todd’s opening crack. “You like the feel of my dickhead back there? It ’s awful big, isn’t it? You SURE you think you can handle it? The opening of your hole back here sure seems awful teeny.”
Todd did not hesitate a response, this time. “I more than know I can handle it. I NEED it. Please fuck me with that beautiful fucking cock you got. I want to feel it CRAM into my hole so far up that it is pumping into my guts. Please, I know I am ready. PUSH it in and don’t stop fucking until you cum into me real deep.”
The way his hips flexed, I could tell Bob started applying hot pressure against the gristle-like ring of my nephew’s inexperienced but nonetheless craving cavity before the earnest entreaty ended. Todd’s superb thighs clenched and widened in anticipation of the penetrating propulsion that he so yearned to burst through the barrier and brusquely massage the moist murkiness that seemed to welcome invasion from the depths of his very being. “Oooohhhhooooo!” He breathily exhaled as Bob’s insistent battering ram broke through, breaching, and impaling, albeit shallowly, into his captive’s arresting orifice at last.
“Are you alright? After all that, I hope you don’t want me to pull out”, Bob inveighed.
“Just give me a sec. I’m getting used to it. . . . OK, fuck, but start out slow. It smarts but still feels right being in there.”
“You got it, stud. I’m going to break you in so that you’ll feel like you can never get enough of long, fat cock.” Bob was pumping his stiff ramrod in short quick jabs, not thrusting with much length.
My nephew splayed doggy style contemplated the new sensation and commanded, “deeper!” Bob followed through by quickening the pace with lengthier strokes. They both panted breathy quiet grunts at the end of each forward stroke. Within seconds, Bob was slamming his fuzzy lower abdomen and furry tuft into ass cheeks as he thrust the full length of his mighty meat into his companion’s quivering cavern of man lust. “Harder!” My nephew openly revealed his erotic enchantment at being ravenously pummeled by the wondrous wand he had coveted for rectal recognizance with such ardor. Jeb and I, by now, had seated ourselves Indian style within inches of Todd’s doggy style pose as enthusiastic copulatory recipient. His slack-jawed hazy expression revealed the total lack of disappointment in his first such encounter. Bending over slightly beneath Bob’s clenching hands against Todd’s trim waist, I could see my nephew’s twitching dick dance to the delicious albeit rugged attentions to his carnal innards. Bob was positively grunting with glee by the workout his stately specimen was enduring from the tight grip of Todd’s initiatory ripe and splendid ass.
I was startled to have my right hand suddenly clutched and pressed against warm billowing flesh. I jerked around to find that Jeb had turned away from me and had reached back to place the palm of my hand firmly against his buttocks and the crack of his ass. Of course, I understood the unspoken signal and the flagrant spectacle which served as its stimulus. As I continued to observe the explicit performance, my meandering middle finger explored my new partner’s widened crack with its puckering ring responsively writhing with muscle tone. My finger pressed forcefully at the bulls eye and firm flesh broke away for me to penetrate my probing finger tip within the interior of the grasping ring. Jeb grunted his encouragement, but I knew such ephemeral contact wasn’t going to be satisfactory. I abruptly raised myself and reached for my younger nephew, jerking him upright in a manner he was not prepared for. I had him almost in a headlock and whispered into his ear between clenched teeth. “Listen you little shit, I am going to fuck you up your little butt and you’re going love it like you could never have imagined. . Now shut up and be my bitch the way I tell you.” I didn’t let go until he gave a little nod of submissive assent. He meekly obeyed when I instructed him to lay on his back on the beach sand. Anything but avuncular, I prepared for what I hoped would be a hot and fevered first incestuous encounter with this availing youth. In my frustration, I had misplaced the tube of lube and snatched my knapsack for an alternative. A few dabs of suntan oil were going to have to suffice. Considering how willing and excited my partner had become, I contemplated that it might be better if I crammed my bone in his butt, dry. His own cock bounced in excited anticipation as he watched me slather my joystick, little droplets of pre-cum falling from its end to the simmering beach sand below. I could still hear the grunts and gasps of the earlier performing couple, so engrossed they were with their own pleasures that they had not noticed that we were no longer their captive audience.
My reckoning was right. I had reached down and raised my nephew’s legs where his arched back was resting against my legs and only his head, neck and shoulders rested against the ground. His legs were now spread and splayed over his head opening the crack of his ass for my intentions. His turned up opened butt was just at the level where my midsection could contact it with only a slight crouch. I maneuvered my now impatient slightly moist cock down to the entrance of his puckering and hungering hole. Confident that I had attained the strategic alignment, I pressed an unrestrained jab into the ring of velvet resistance, rendering a slight penetration at first thrust. “Ohhhhaaawwwwhhh!” I didn’t care whether his vocal gesticulation was from pleasure or pain. I was enthralled with the sphincteral snatch on my pulsing dickhead. I was determined to force a penile probe of his sweetly vivacious visceral passageway. My rigid hips now kept forcing more jabs of coursing countenance deeper into an exquisite exploration. The more embraced my jumping joystick was by the squeeze of fleshy firmament, the deeper I was resolved to push, prod, and penetrate into the surrendered orifice. “Ooooo. . hhoooo. . Yeeeaahhee.” I cared not whether his cries were from a tortured or tantalized tunnel. I only increased the pace of pumps by my now hilt deep dong, basking in the delirious inflammation that surged from my midsection up and down from my head to my toes. “Faster!” Happy to oblige, my whole naked being seemed transformed into a living sensual jackhammer. I was hammering into creation the sumptuous and sultry volcanic heat of my loins thanks to the friction of my excited sex with my loving nephew’s obsequious opening into erotic opulence. Frantically jumping up and down in a fervent coupling, my nut sac gently colliding with the smooth small of his back, my eruption washed over me very quickly and I nearly squatted over him, arching his back, to spasm and squirt my slippery spooge as deep into the depths of his clutching bowels as I could muster. We groaned and grunted in unison through all the release of my long heavenly ejaculation. My rigid nudity started to relax immediately and I withdrew my satisfied and softening organ from Jeb’s stretched hole, dropping his torso and legs.
“Bravo! What a show!” The conclusion of our sexual escapade was greeted with wild applause and whistling from the couple in congress transformed into enthusiastic naked voyeurs. They had both stiffed out proud boners in appreciation.
Before I could bow to my audience, Bob abruptly interrupted. “Roll him over,” he shouted. He arose on his shapely limbs and announced, “I always like to watch the cum trickle out of the butt hole.” As Bob started for the younger youth, he dutifully raised his legs and spread his ass cheeks so that Bob could inspect the opening of his freshly ravished anus. “I told you I was going to get a close look at your naked parts.” Jeb was conspicuously repeating arousal sparked by new attentions at close quarters. With Bob’s face just centimeters from body surface not normally exposed to the light of the day, little globs of white and vaguely yellow-tinged jism dripped from the opening. “Is that all the cum you could plow into this fella’s hole, Blonde? Shit, you should o’ seen the mean fucker load I pumped way up his brother, there.”
My older nephew conjured a quick retort. “Yeah and he licked every drop of it as it flooded out of my hole.”
Bob turned back to his partner in pleasure with some annoyance. “You disgusting filthy mouthed prevert, maybe the idea of a guy eating his own cum after its been up someone’s ass appeals to you. Unlike yourself, some of us have standards in hygiene.” By now, Bob was standing almost directly over Todd. The seated younger was sassily mumbling something about his companion’s cock in another guy’s ass, when Bob took hold of his superb pendulously coiling man snake and yelled over the rambling, “maybe a prevert like you might enjoy drinking some of this!” Well before he finished verbalizing this suggestion, a gush and spray of piss started to soak Todd about the upper torso and face. Having been acquainted with Bob’s urinating propensity on our first meeting from years earlier, it was a thrilling reunion to watch this nude manly stud pee with such force. The jet of yellow liquid spewing from the end of such a majestic hairy based hose comprised my favorite “fountain”.
Todd’s impudent expression turned to one of instant outrage and he bolted upright and rushed to lake’s edge, his own dick attractively wiggling and flopping in the commotion. “Get away from me you freak!” The younger brother lay in the sand, his open mouthed head thrown back in amused hysterics by the raucous and ribald event.
“Some might say a cock loving, graduate study, closet queen like you be the freak, here. That’s alright! . . . I won’t hold it against you.”
By now Todd was swimming deep enough but not far enough where I could not see his butt cheeks clench athletically, synchronous with his muscled propulsion strokes. He definitely could qualify as the male porno Esther Williams. “Oh yeah!” He yelled back, “and who the fuck are you to judge me?”
“I am the stud with the big cock who just fucked you after you begged for it. That’s who.” Bob’s rugged hands cupped his open mouth with authority. Somehow the tension of the moment was alleviated by a playful splashing contest enjoyed by all present company. Jeb’s gender prong remained swollen at full salute as he never experienced climactic relief during our preceding round of physical exertion. We teased and taunted, encouraging him to perform for us a “jack off” show.
“Beat, beat, beat your meat!”, we chanted in unison as Jeb wiggled his hips and teasingly brushed his swollen male parts with hands and fingers. He beamed a fool’s grin, happy to be the center of attention. That quickly progressed to an intense fist fuck, his clenched hand furiously pumping over the surface of his reddened expanding erection, his face frozen in a rigid stare. His mouth, gulping quick shallow breaths of air, widened as 3 small streaks of liquid climax jettisoned from a gaping pee hole about a foot into the air before splattering on to the lake shallows. Their impact created little blotches of liquid fog on the lake surface.
Bob stepped further back a few feet as Jeb, still holding his dick, was obviously still relishing the orgasmic heat coursing through his veins. “Pollution! Jeez! I’m going to stay away from that part of the cove. You step through that and you’ll have a life-long case of cooties.” We enjoyed sublime swimming and floating for a few minutes before Bob remembered the horses. “The way they behave with other stallions, it ’s amazing that human males getting it on and horsing around didn’t phase them in the least.” It was true. Through all our antics, they did not seem at all interested. “Now that they are well watered, we need to find good grazing ground for them.” As we casually dressed and gathered our belongings, I noticed two human figures walking toward us, obviously just having rounded the bluff at the bend of the cove. I signaled to Bob. “Fuck me! Looks like we may be busted guys.” He complained with a serious frown.
As the people approached however, I could see that one of them was only wearing competition trunks and flip flops and the other was a naked little boy. In fact as they came closer still, I noticed the little boy was sporting a little “stiffie”. More than 25 feet away, the scantily clad older man spoke up. “We don’t mean to disturb you gentlemen. We just want to say that we both enjoyed watching your party. Let me explain ourselves.”
By now they were standing next to us, the little boy’s hard 2″ wiener twitching and flinching in the enthusiasm of being in our presence. I estimated the little tanned dusty haired fellow to be about 9. “I am separated from my wife because I have just recently come to terms with being gay. I had custody of my son this week and hoped that I would be able to explain my situation to him during our vacation. I wasn’t having much success until this afternoon.” He smiled as he looked down at his son’s little male excitement. “As you can see, my son enjoyed the show as much as I did.”
Bob tipped his stetson hat at the man and with a completely straight face announced, “glad to be of service to the both of you, sir” It was all the three others of us could do to suppress gales of laughter. Bob looked down at the boy with a paternal but reassuring gaze. “That’s a nice looking little pecker you got there, son. Did you enjoy the carousing show my friends and I put on here?” The youngster stood silent but quickly nodded his head up and down with emphasis. Bob gently rustled the child’s hair with large fingers. “It ’s nice to watch, but it may be awhile before you can enjoy sex like that yourself, son. The important thing is that you know that if your father has a boyfriend or two that he is real close and personal with, it is not such a bad thing.”
“Thank you!” His father appreciated the advice originating from another source. “Now I wish I had brought my teenage daughter. She is remarkably positive about the idea of gay sex. I don’t mean to be alarmist, but you ought to know that other families settle along the lakeside during the day that this cove is visible to. You’d best be careful as some might take offense at what went on here.” I thought that the understatement of the year. It was the last thing Bob wanted to hear, but he was polite about it and they waved to us as we departed back down the trail with the horses.
When we came upon an open clearing with tall grass, we lounged around for a half an hour and ate a small snack while the horses grazed their fill. Bob ruminated about the afternoon and the remainder of our sojourn. “Guys, it looks as though when we go back to the lake, we’ll have to wear swim trucks.” His face turned sour and he scowled. “Jesus those damn things are like wearing socks and underwear in the shower.”
We pitched our tents in our shady private camping spot. Bob rattled cooking utensils as the sun started to set while the boys dragged large plastic barrels out of the station wagon to insure the horses had easy access to water. When all was ready except to light the fire and cook the meal, Bob started unfastening the snaps of his shirt, the thick bed of brown soft chest hair billowing out as he gazed at us with a knowing smile. When his shirt was off and he fumbled with the strap of his belt he started speaking softly. “When your Uncle Blonde decides it is time to relax, he likes me to be naked, sex or no sex. The rest of y’all can do as you please.” There was no argument from the rest of us. My nephews were stripped bare before Bob. Jeb’s gender prong stood at full mast in seconds.
His older brother took the opportunity to demean the younger. “You horny little prick. You didn’t get enough this afternoon?’
Bob interceded. “Leave the kid alone. Christ, don’t you remember what it was like at his age? Even in college I had to walk the halls from one class to another holding books in front of me. Just a little outdoor breeze could make my dick blow up like a balloon.”
It was a moment of aesthetic artistry when Bob intently cooked our meal, his hairy naked body crouched over the blazing fire. The moment was not even lost on my nephews. They stared as the light of the campfire flames flickered against his swarthy rippling muscles. When food was shoveled out on to camping pans, my nephews had seemingly inhaled their portions even before mine was served on a plate. They had to avail themselves with junk food to satisfy their appetites that night. When we finished eating, we sat around the campfire stark naked and laughing as we reminisced about the adventures of the afternoon. “You sure seemed ready to take meat up the heinie when you got a look at my ass and cock, Todd. How come you turned so horny that way?” My older nephew on his fifth beer was prepared to make a confession.
He turned to his brother. “Do you remember Ramona?” Now he addressed the rest of us. “She was an old flame of mine from undergraduate days. I could never forget that the best sex we ever had was when she borrowed a 9″ strap on from a friend, slicked it up good, and fucked me up the ass with it. When I then fucked her the usual way, I came like I never had before. I swear I thought I was going to flood her with a gallon of cum. She had to talk me into it at first. She agreed to let me fuck her up the ass 5 times in the next month, or something like that.” He turned to his brother again. “Her sweet ass is even tighter than yours.” Jeb responded by tossing his briefs in Todd’s face. We ignored the gesture.
I did not want Todd to be distracted from the topic and asked, “if the sex was that good, didn’t she fuck you that way again?”
“I guess I did not want her to think that maybe I am gay, or something. Anyway, the issue never came up again because she didn’t like it. Something about how the base pushed up too hard against her clit, or something.” He paused for a minute before carrying on, just staring into the flames. “As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t forget how good it felt to have that toy pumping away inside of my ass. I tried to explain it away that I was stoned silly at the time. I might have forgotten about it, except one day some friends of mine in the dorm were looking at porn pics on one of their computers. Some gay porn came up and they laughed and jeered, but it was the first time I had seen images of gays doing it, I guess. All the old feelings came back except now I started to fantasize about one of them fucking me with the real thing. I think deep down, I knew one day it would really happen.”
“And today you selected the best candidate to be your first. I can tell I didn’t disappoint you.” Bob preened, but as he thought it over, he hadn’t meant to gloat. Fearing he may have offended his new initiate, he drew his awesomely toned limbs and sat next to Todd, running his strong left hand and arm over the shoulders of the vaguely wistful young man. “Don’t worry about it so much, friend. Before long, you’ll be happy and glad things turned out the way they did. Anyone gives you any guff about it, fuck ‘em.” He smiled that infectious broad grin at me again. “Hell, your Uncle Blonde here knows that it ain’t so hard to be real discreet about these things. He knows that I can be real discreet, but still get my jollies.”
We slept naked in our sleeping bags that night and the remaining two nights. On more than one occasion Bob and I heard grunts, groans, and slurping noises from the tent just a few yards from our own. “Oh, to be that young and horny, again.” He was horny enough to offer me the privilege of feasting on his magnificent musky meat on at least 3 occasions on this excursion. In one session, my two naked boner leaking nephews observed every slurp and lick with rapt attention until I had secured every drop of his tensely festered emission. It was supposed to be a lesson to the neophytes in hypothetically “masterful” technique, including the requisite tongue bath of the pouch of balls and how to accommodate a plunging cock into the throat during a face fuck. In fact, most all the time we spent together in camp we were naked. We dressed to ride the two horses on the trails (while my birthday-suited nephews usually stayed behind). Even then, we found a spacious clearing away from “the beaten path” to exercise the horses, always unimpeded by other campers. The sun being high in the sky, Bob thought the circumstance warranted risking removing his clothes before riding. If only I were capable of developing my own film, or that I owned a digital camera. The most picturesque moment of my life was to watch this Adonis-like cowboy, only adorned in cowboy boots and stetson hat, trotting and galloping the horses in sweeping big sky country: a true American centaur. I would have expended three rolls of film. At least one of my photos would have won the gay art awards this year.
I knew our last night alone would be the most sentimental for me. I had no idea when next I would meet with my naked trophy. I clung to my hairy hunk in near desperation and intimate neediness to soak in the satin warmth exuded by his elegant nudity. He softly recounted the hit or miss attempts to experience erotic peaks with other men after last we parted. “I still had so much to learn, Blonde. I thought I was so smart and tough, but found out how unsatisfying it could be with assholes who really didn’t give a fuck. Even though I know I didn’t have any right to be, I was mad at you for the longest time for leaving me to my own devices.” I commiserated by cuddling and kissing, inviting his own tongue to prod nearly into my throat. I gently caressed his swollen proud pillar, my exploring fingers applying just enough pressure over its hot silky elasticity to retain arousal . I ached for its first time union with the hopeful hospitality of my malleable manhole. In my wildest imagination, I can not perceive that any drug addict on withdrawal required a fix more than I craved being the object of my sensual companion’s aggressive lust. Instinctively and far beyond the limits of self control, I adjusted my torso and limbs under and about him in lewd displays of yearning receptivity. My spreading legs waved about to locate my lascivious open ass in various positions for his choosing. The end of my own bouncing dripping cock was visibly soaking with excitement.
His expression of almost fierce puzzlement melted to a sly smile. “Blonde, you horny devil, if you want me to fuck you, just ask, Buddy.” He was the one this time who had the presence of mind to reach for the lube as I would have been happy to have his thick plunger invade my unprepared tail tract dry. His trembling terrible tool twitched and glistened in the dim lamplight as I freely spread the slick on its scalding surface while he rested back on his haunches. While I still grasped his sex in my fingers, he suddenly lunged and embraced me, passionately smothering my neck and shoulders in heavy kisses. I thrilled to his hot breath hitting my ear as he loudly whispered, “you may be the man about town who has taken many a dude’s cock, but I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Get ready, you little light-haired horn dog, because I am going to fuck and ream the stuffings out of you.” He impatiently wrestled me so that he had me on my side and lifting my leg he entered me, my normally resisting muscled ring only too willing to surrender and grip the forceful flesh that thrust its breach with such powerful intention. There wasn’t a second of pause, but only a quickly deepening pumping of propelling man meat. The lusting linings of my greedily grasping and stretching vessel welcomed the invading turmoil. My bowels flinched and flexed, involuntarily prompted to draw the torrid and tumultuous tube steak back to them to grip and feed on the delicious heat and throbbing supple flesh. It was a moment to be grateful to live such a life. His hairy, searing, and wildly undulating torso embraced me. His frantically pumping sex organ impaled me. His fulsome fuzzy man tuft slammed into my sensitive ass cheeks and his insistent tongue nearly forced its way into my throat. I was the victim; ecstatic to be naked, helpless, vulnerable, and physically restrained by the rapacious and primaly savage urges of a testosterone crazed powerhouse of male strength and passion.
To my great surprise, he suddenly lay on his back so that I had to seat myself over him to retain his external organ inside of me. I started to bounce on it to retain the sense of pumping friction. “That’s right, you tight assed little fuck. Let’s see how well you can ride a mean bucking stallion with this horse prick plowing away in your tight man twat.” With that, his strong tense hips started bucking with abandon. I had to raise and lower my seat, up and down, at a terrific pace to keep up synchronously with my partner’s swift and hard thrusting pelvis. When we had our rhythm, Bob breathily but noisily expressed his joy. “Yeeee haaaa! Ride it like that you crazy cowboy. Come down on my hard cock just like that. . . It feels sssoooooooooo ggooood!” He raised himself on his elbows so that I could bend forward some to kiss again. This allowed him better leverage to pummel forward strokes with even greater impact. I raised my ass so that it remained in the air just stationary, requiring Bob to do everything to maintain friction. I held on to his wide torso just below the arm pits on either side. Our lips and then tongues clashed in a comparatively slow exploration of oral sensuality. His left hand that had cupped my neck and the back of my head in our swooning kiss while he supported himself almost entirely on his right elbow, now shifted to the front, his fingers tracing my collar bone. Next they brushed my pectoral and pinched a nipple, his palm then moving down to explore my tummy and navel, the fingers lowering to run through the hairs of my blonde bush. When my cock jumped in elation to feel his touch along its shaft, he gripped it and administered firm strokes centering at the ridge on the underside of its head. The combination of exquisite friction by his own pumping firm sex against my delighted prostate and the enthralling manual attentions on my super sensitive and stimulated sex stick crossed my threshold for sensual enhancement in my loins. The hot convulsive spasms started and we did not find the first emitted streak of my climax until the next day. It was somewhere in the corner of the tent. It was precisely at that point that we heard the tent zipper open. The responsive clamp brought against Bob’s stroking meat in my ass by the internal mechanics of my orgasm forced him to pull his hand away and gain better support by leaning on his left elbow as well. He then forced two pounding thrusts to shove his meat in as deep as he could to squirt his own ejaculatory rounds of cum, reveling in the grasping expansions against his swollen flesh all the while. We gasped and groaned into the night air, lost in the euphoria of superlative pleasures to be gained by merging two unclothed bodies intent on blissful harmony.
“Wow, that must have been one hellacious fuck.” Jeb’s compliment and his brother’s presence were hardly welcome given the intimacy of the moment. Their flashlight shone in Bob’s eyes.
“Get the fuck OUT of HERE before I shove that thing up both your asses.” When they made a hasty retreat back to their own tent, Bob compelled me to collapse into his warm arms, oblivious to the aromatically pungent jism that I had streaked on his chest. “Come here, you!” It actually felt nice to have it slither between our warm bodies while it was still fresh and yet to turn sticky. Bob’s gorgeous dick was still in my ass and I could feel it softening but I was loathe to no longer possess it that way. I could feel that his cum was slipping the whole length of my hole and must be trickling out through my man pussy lips to his base, his nut sac, and parts of his thick tuft. He gave me a bear hug and kissed me once more. “What the fuck am I going to do about you. I can tell it is about to happen all over again. You’re going to leave just as I find out that you are about the best fuck a dude like me is ever going to scrounge up.” His coiling snake slipped out of my sumptuously slicked hole. “I suppose it is my own fault. I should have known, considering your cocksucking skills. If I had really tried, I would have seen to it that I had opportunities to fuck you despite the prying closet cases you brought with you.” I fell asleep in his arms as we wiped off bodily fluids from ourselves with paper towels.
It was a fitful sleep as we both tossed and turned through the mild evening, affectionately reaching out to grope and caress unconcealed body parts in slumber like daze. When we were both aroused to almost bursting loins, Bob fucked me doggy style in the manner of what I characterize as a “probing fuck”. He would shift my ass and waist about such that the emphasis of each forward stroke by his surging sausage would solidly impact in a different bit of surface within my pleasingly pummeled love tunnel. Concentrating, I focused on the unique and special sensation each thrust presented by the aggressively adoring living truncheon of flesh. Once again, my naked being was transported into a rapture of corporeal carnality, immersed in the incomparable pleasure as an object of service to an insatiable and fanatically sexual human stallion. Following a brief cuddle, we set out on the half hour walk to the showers. We were attired in only enough clothes to be presentable, we sauntered dreamily as the eastern horizon turned a dark pink in the first hint of dawn. The only people in the bath house, we listened to morning bird song as we both stepped about to share the same shower stall. We soaked and scrubbed each other clean under the cascading hot water, arousing our external organs to grip and pump each other to another heated and deeply spasmodic climax. We left the showers to politely greet arriving men and boys.
Driving back to the ranch later that morning, our conversation centered on our accounts of sexual escapades with both sexes. The youngest, Jeb, was like myself in encountering only fleeting experience with females. We coaxed a confession from him that his future prowess would focus on the pursuit of “hot studs”. Bob, after trial and error, has become convinced that the greatest number of hot men of like mind could be found in Denver. Every year he has resolved to vacation there to cruise the hot dudes with the biggest muscles and the longest dongs and tongues. Todd was wistful again. We assured him of our pledged discretion and suggested that maybe he investigate campus personals for “hung” married men “into hunk ass” who would eagerly engage in hot sex with him in context to only the epitome of discreet liaison. “Whatever you do, go for it, man.” Bob implored. “Shit, back east there are women who get into the three way scene. Maybe you can find a chick who wants her boyfriend to fuck you. The world is your oyster. Shuck it for what it ’s worth. In a sophisticated place like your campus town, there have got be tight lipped dudes who would kill to fuck your hot ass. It ’s got to be anything but like the yokel scenes your Uncle Blonde and I have to contend with.”
I had to fight back tears to speak my farewells to Bob in the presence of my Aunt and Uncle two days later. Most of the return excursion conversation consisted of the thousand question interview. My nephews wanted the detailed account of my sexual past. “When was the first time you . . . .?” “What and when was the longest cock you . . . .?” “Did anyone ever beat the shit out of you for coming on to them?” “When did you know you were gay?” “Do chicks also turn you on?” Our nights in the privacy of motel rooms were peppered with boisterous naked frolics. I mostly observed while my nephews hijinks would collide into grunting wrestling matches. The inevitable friction against exposed sensitive external organs was the foreplay that prompted certain arousal and sexual coupling of one kind or another. One night however, Jeb very capably rimmed my ass, sucked on my balls, and slurped on my cock as I face fucked him with some judicious restraint. All the while, his brother fucked him mercilessly at the other end.
True to my word, I have never breathed a word to anyone about my nephews and the ecstasies they experienced on our camping excursion, until now. It is doubtful that any of my readers will have ever been acquainted with them. Jeb has found a campus jock, secure in the closet, who has been reliably available as a fuck and suck buddy. Todd has engaged in only brief interludes with married men. I sense he still has trouble coming to terms with his deeply entrenched erotic sensibility. I hope that one day they will gleefully be open about their physical cravings for other men. In e-mail messages, Bob inquires about my nephews as well as my attending orifices. In response, I graphically recite my unrequited urges to embrace his colossal cock. Thinking about the myriad ways I could and have satisfied him, I hope my readers will appreciate that this voracious connoisseur of cock can and does feast, given the opportunity