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CAMPING WITH JOSH
By Dudley Jarvis-North
It was hot and humid in Boston -- it was August -- and my thoughts turned to my cabin in Maine, on a lake deep in the woods, away from noise and humanity, with all its imperfections. Maine was God's country, with its pine trees, rocky coastline, trails, birds, beasts, brush, and a thousand lakes and waterways.
I had been a Navy Seal, now retired and ready for some hiking, fishing, and reflection.
A thought jumped into my head. I wonder if my young ward Josh would like to join me this year. He was returning to college in September and this might be the perfect time to teach him the joys of camping. His father Mike had been my best friend. After Mike died of cancer, I became Josh's surrogate dad, providing a male presence in his life. He called me Uncle Ted.
Josh, now 19, had grown into a handsome young man, 6-1, 170 pounds, lanky build, sandy hair, pale blue eyes, broad shoulders, washboard stomach, great legs with just enough of a treasure trail to be masculine. He was a star on his high school swim team, and reminded me of Michael Phelps, with his attractively goofy face and All-American smile. He also reminded me of his dad. My body is very different -- I'm 5-9, 180 solid pounds and have olive skin, dark hair and Italian brown eyes.
I proposed the trip and Josh was instantly excited. So that Friday, off we went -- with his mother's blessing -- into my Jeep, up 95, heading for the Pine Tree State.
Josh found the radio station he favored, and there it was in the pit of my stomach -- a palpable excitement just being in his company. Or was he reminding me of his dad, with whom I had enjoyed many trips to the cabin? As Josh fumbled with the dial on the radio, I thought I saw him stare at my crotch. But I blew it off as my imagination.
Josh's Dad, Mike, had been a terrific husband and father, but he had this other side that craved sex with men, or perhaps just sex with me. We had been close since childhood. We served in the Seals together. But our journey to Brokeback Mountain came much later and had started slowly -- like those two cowboys in the movie -- feeling each other out, afraid to make the first move, wondering if we might ruin a good friendship by veering into taboo waters.
Eventually, one night at the cabin, we both had had too much to drink and did everything two hot guys could do. We tasted each other's dicks, fucked, and even explored watersports. Our sexual adventures are forever in my memory, but this story is not about those. This is about Mike's son.
Josh and I arrived at the cabin, about 100 miles north of Boston, and I put him right to work. The large room was musty and damp from its perch on the lake. I opened the windows and as I turned around, Josh had flopped on the double bed -- the only one in the cabin, although there was also a couch.
"Uncle Ted, is this where you and Dad slept?"
I groaned to myself. Jeezus, where did that come from? I didn't know what to say, but had to say something. "Yeah, we were going to take turns sleeping on the sofa, but it's too short and uncomfortable." I hoped that would satisfy this suddenly precocious kid.
"I like the bed," he said. "And I'm even taller than dad was, so the couch is out for me."
The kid was being surprisingly brazen but I knew I would have to deal with the sleeping arrangements sooner or later. I was hoping it would be later.
I changed the subject. "Hey, we gotta air out the sheets and blankets on the clothes line. Let's get moving."
We readied the oil lamps; we brought six-packs of beer and a few cans of soda down to the lake and immersed the mesh bags that held them for later enjoyment. We put away the canned goods -- soups, beans, vegetables and bags of marshmallows -- into the single cabinet near the sink.
I showed Josh the outhouse -- this was Maine -- and we gathered some logs and placed them next to the wood burning stove inside. I warned Josh that Maine gets cold at night, that I hoped he had brought warm clothing. While I had visions of his naked body, I was still obligated to be Uncle Ted and guard his well-being.
"Josh, that's enough tidying, let's go for a swim, so I grabbed two towels and we ambled down to the lake. Josh said he had forgotten his Speedos, but I assured him that I always swam in my underwear up here. I started to strip off my shirt and loosen my belt on my jeans. Josh followed. I avoided staring at him, but who could resist? He was beautiful in his smooth innocence as he peeled down to his stark white Jockey shorts.
He swam and I, in red boxer briefs, watched, as his wet sandy-colored hair turned darker. I swam toward him and got him in a clinch. He was taller, but I was stronger. I picked him up, tossing him into the clear water. As he flew through the air, I had a glancing look at the bulge in his wet tighteys. His penis looked long and full. Moments later, he threw me another curve, sheepishly looking at me with a question: "Would you mind, Uncle Ted -- if I swim naked? It's so much freer."
I nodded OK, not sure if it was a good idea. But there it was -- would you believe it? Unlike his Dad and unlike me, the kid had a pink foreskin sitting atop a nice pair of balls, a long one at that, as he looked away and gave me a chance to view it. How did that happen? Perhaps Mike had secretly sampled uncut men in his travels and wanted his son to keep his skin.
We both were having a terrific time, perhaps for different reasons. Josh was showing off his swimming skills while enjoying the beauty of nature and I was enjoying the beauty of Josh.
I saw him slither through the water, go under, and the next thing I knew he had grabbed my legs and I tumbled back and under with a loud splash. He was stronger than I thought. He mounted me and I could feel his penis and balls against my back. We were like two little kids, even though I was 50.
Time flew by and I could see the late afternoon sun fading. We needed to stop the frolicking and catch some fish. I grabbed bucket of worms we had purchased en route and pushed the rowboat into the water, and we set for a deeper part of the lake. I coached Josh on threading a hook and waiting patently for a bite. The kid was a natural at that, too. He caught two good-sized lake trout, one bass, a pickerel to my three fish. We had a good chuckle and I was happy to see the kid smile, as we looked forward to a tasty dinner.
I built a fire on rocks near the cabin and we settled in, eating trout and beans, cooked on a camp fire, and drank beer. The scene reminded me of my times here with Mike.
We were in mosquito country, so I sprayed Josh's long legs, rubbing the harshly scented liquid on them. We had changed into long-sleeved jerseys and shorts, so our legs were enticing meat for the pests that hang out near lakes. I was wishing Josh were still naked so I could spray and touch his butt as well. As we lay by the campfire, Josh stretched out and asked if he could have one more beer. Against my better judgment I got one for myself as well.
Usually the silent type, Josh carried the conversation. "Tell me, what did you and dad do up here at night? I don't remember much about him, but I remember he was excited about going on trips with you and was in such a good mood when he returned."
I came up with the expected. "We pretty much did what we're doing -- swam, fished, talked, cooked dinners. We went hiking in the daytime."
"Did you guys fool around together, too?"
I gulped. "Hmmm ... not sure what you mean, Josh."
"I need to tell you something, Uncle Ted." I know that you like men -- Mom told me a while back-- and I have wondered if my dad did, too. It's OK. I know about guys who like guys."
"What brought this up, Josh? We've never talked about it before."
"Uncle Ted, I have a really close friend -- Anthony -- that I do everything with.Classes, the swim team; we do the gym; we study together; movies, TV, hiking. Then Josh let out an embarrassing giggle. "On one of our hiking trips, it just happened."
I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but I signed up for awkward moments when I became Josh's guardian, so he needed to talk and I needed to listen.
"I'm not sure what you're saying. I mean, are you saying that you're gay? If that's what you're saying, that's fine."
"Yes, I am. I had a crush on Anthony for a long time. When we were lying awake at night in our tent, all I could think about was touching him. So I did. He was hard in his shorts, and he did nothing to stop me. I could barely stand it. I pulled off his briefs, but I didn't expect how it would go."
"How did it go?" I wasn't sure it was a good idea to ask, but I couldn't resist.
"Anthony grabbed me and got on top of me and started kissing me. I loved the taste of his lips. I knew I was gay, but didn't think he was. He pulled off my briefs before I had a chance to say anything.
"He said, `I saw that you were uncircumcised in the shower and I always wondered what it felt like.' He pulled my skin back and forth and then took me in his mouth."
"Jeez, Josh, I never imagined you doing that."
"We did it only once. I think Anthony is basically straight. It might have been he was just curious about the uncut thing. Anyway, we had a terrific time. I pulled off his boxers and sucked on his fat one. He was so excited and really loud. Then I licked his balls. They were hairy. He has lots of black hair around his dick and moving up his stomach and chest. We let nature take its course. I couldn't get enough of licking him -- his dick, his balls, and smelling his pubic hair. Even though I had never had sex with a guy, I had watched porn and read so many stories that I knew what to do."
I was silent.
Don't you want to hear what we did next?" Josh asked.
Of course, I did -- badly.
"I turned Anthony over, and ran my tongue along his butt -- from his balls to his lower back. Unlike me, he's really hairy, and his black hair looks amazing next to his white skin. Yes, I couldn't resist sticking my tongue into his hairy hole, too."
I could say that this was too much information, but I was hard in my shorts. "You say Anthony is straight, yet he was OK with that?"
"I guess. He started moaning so loudly, I was taken aback. He raised his butt up toward my face and let me use my tongue on his ass. It was so hot, Uncle Ted; I almost came just licking it -- he tasted so manly. I love dark hair. So unlike mine -- you can barely see my pubic hair and my butt is smooth. Dark hair just seems more masculine. Uncle Ted, you have dark hair. I'm wondering if you have as much back there as Anthony. He's Italian, too."
Josh knew what to say to unnerve me. He had obviously had too many beers and I wasn't sure where this should go, but I knew where I wanted it to go. I didn't have to wait long.
"Uncle Ted, can I see your butt?" he asked so innocently I almost laughed. "I won't tell anyone. I was disappointed that you didn't get naked at the lake. I guess I'm an ass man."
I was gasping for breath. "Don't tell anyone" is all I could say.
I turned over onto my stomach but before I could undo the belt on my khaki shorts, Josh had wrapped his hands around my waist and was doing it for me. My knees were sitting on dead pine needles on the Maine ground. Josh worked fast and before I knew it, he had my zipper down and was frantically pulling off my shorts.
"Wow, Uncle Ted... so much hair is sticking out of your briefs at the top and legs -- that's so hot. I love how hairy your legs are. But I didn't know your butt was even hairier." He kissed the top of my shorts where hair veered toward my back.
Josh tugged on my underwear and had them off almost too fast. "Even your butt cheeks are hairy." He ran his finger along my moist crack. I was too excited to speak. So I let him do the talking.
"Your ass is fucking unbelievable."
I had never heard this polite kid swear before. I felt him close in on my crack.
"I love what you have, Uncle Ted." And then I felt his hot breath on my crease. Josh grabbed my hips with both hands and his tongue found the target. It darted into my hole, and it felt good.
He came up for a second. "It tastes sweaty. Do you like me doing it, Uncle Ted?" Instead of answering, I reached around and grabbed Josh's head with my right hand and pushed him back onto my hole.
His tongue swirled around repeatedly and then plunged inside. I could feel his warm spit. I hadn't showered all day but the swim in the lake had left me fairly clean, although I had worked up a sweat building a fire.
Josh stuck his tongue inside and pulled out, fucking my ass with his tongue. I had never been tongue-fucked so passionately or thoroughly. Where did this kid learn all this, I asked myself. Then I relaxed and let him eat my ass. I pushed up in the air so he could get his face deep in my crack. His lips grabbed at my opening. His tongue coated my sphincter. He started sucking on the edges while his tongue penetrated my ring. He used lots of saliva and I could feel it dripping along my crack. I was in heaven.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I heard Josh spit on his right hand, reach around and grab hold of my dick. I have about 7 fat circumcised inches. He gripped me and began a slow jerk-off using his thumb and forefinger to grip the mushroom cap. He never took his mouth off my ass, except occasionally to push his nose inside.
He stroked my penis vigorously and continued to rim me. I wanted it to last for hours. But I was too stimulated for that to happen. I felt the familiar urgent feeling in my dick and balls. Josh felt it, too. He speeded up his jerking just a tad and glued his mouth to my ass. I exploded and my cum shot onto the pine needles. Reams of cum. I hadn't shot in a week. Josh came up from my ass and said, "Now I am going to clean off your dick." He rotated my hips and took my dick in his mouth, almost to the balls. There was plenty of cum still clinging to the cap and slit for him to taste. He licked up and down the sides and polished me. When he was finished, my dick would have passed a Navy Seal inspection.
He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him as he smacked his lips. I was too spent to say a word, and he didn't either.
We enjoyed the moment. I didn't even think about what was going to happen later that night in bed.
Next: Sleeping with Josh