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In the first two parts, young Josh has gone camping for the first time with his guardian Uncle Ted, who had been a Navy Seal and close friend of his late father Mike's. Ted had learned much about Josh that he didn't know. He was to learn even more.
CAMPING WITH JOSH -- Part 3
By Dudley Jarvis-North
It is time for bed after an exhausting day, although 19-year-old Josh is handling the rigors of camping much better than Uncle Ted. Josh's guardian is in excellent shape but at 50 his energy level is nowhere near the college kid's after a day of driving from Boston to Maine, readying the camp, swimming, fishing, cooking, drinking beer, and sex.
"Aren't you tired?" says Uncle Ted, as he finishes washing his face in the old granite sink at the Maine cabin. "I am." Josh is swigging on a beer on the sofa in just his tight Jockey shorts in front of the blazing wood burning stove.
"I'm good, Uncle Ted, I have to pee again."
Josh opens the back door that leads to the woods and pulls down his briefs. His smooth bubble butt and 7-inch uncircumcised dick hit the moonlight, and Ted can hear piss hit pine needles.
Uncle Ted is wearing red cotton boxer-briefs. His body is mature -- at 5-10 shorter than Josh's 6-1 height but with a thicker trunk, olive skin next to Josh's pale WASPy form, with copious dark fur on his legs, and climbing up inside his shorts.
His hairiness is what attracted Josh from the beginning as the blondie boy is smooth except for a treasure trail that climbs up to mid-stomach. Uncle Ted's very hairy Italian butt had reminded Josh of his straight classmate Anthony, with whom Josh had had several sexual encounters.
Josh is finished peeing and is shaking off the residual drops that always cling to a dick, especially when a foreskin is involved.
There is a double bed in the large one-room cabin and Uncle Ted is already in it. Josh pulls off his tighteys and climbs in after blowing out all but one candle near the bed. He is still horny, despite two earlier sessions with his guardian and three ejaculations.
Josh is extremely confident for a 19-year-old in the company of his much older guardian and has acted like the alpha guy in their earlier sexual encounters.
Uncle Ted is facing away and on his side. He needs sleep more than anything else, but Josh isn't ready to let the day go. Josh places his arms around his guardian and pulls him closer. Wondering why he is still wearing his underwear, Josh tugs on the thin fabric in the back. He makes a hole just below the waistband. Now it will be easy to tear a bigger one.
Uncle Ted is half-asleep and only semi-aware of what's happening.
He can feel the tugging and hear his shorts being ripped, but can't do much about it.
Josh is sniffing the hair on the back of his guardian's neck -- it smells like the lake they swam in earlier plus sweat and the Maine woods. He pecks at it with his lips and tongue.
"Uncle Ted, you smell so manly. Your hair reminds me of Anthony's. Do all Italians smell so strong?"
Uncle Ted is enjoying the heat from Josh's body against him. He's not sure exactly what Josh did in his sexual trysts with Anthony, but the kid has been surprisingly forceful with him.
"R-i-p," Uncle Ted hears his underwear being desecrated.
There is now a 6-inch opening from the elastic band on top down the center of the briefs with Uncle Ted's hair pushing out.
"Josh, maybe we should pick this up tomorrow when I'm not so tired. Whaddya say?"
Josh doesn't say anything.
Uncle Ted can feel Josh's fingers inside the gash in his undies. Josh is running his index finger up and down the crack, settling at Uncle Ted's hole. He pushes the finger inside and feels heat and moisture. Josh's finger invades about an inch inside the hole; Josh pulls it out and places it under his nostrils and then in his mouth. He finally speaks.
"I don't think I can wait that long, Uncle Ted. I'll never sleep now that I've had a taste of it. You know what a hairy ass does to me."
Actually, Uncle Ted doesn't know, but he has a good idea. He feels Josh's body slide down under the covers and in short order Josh pushes his face through the ripped hole and has his nose on Uncle Ted's hole. Josh takes it in. The scent is stronger than he remembers Anthony's being -- a combination of perspiration and who knows what else that informs a man's ass.
The scent has flipped on a switch in Josh's young libido that will not be stopped. He is like a wolf moving in for the kill. He replaces his nose with his tongue, eating, tonguing, kissing Uncle Ted's fragrance as he uses his hands to part the cheeks and pull his ass closer to his face. Josh's tongue and lips are on overdrive as he sucks on the pucker and uses his saliva to clean it, savor it, open it. His tongue is in as far as he can get it.
Uncle Ted may not have been ready initially for this oral assault, but he is now. He raises his ass and surrenders. He can't escape how good Josh's tongue feels.
"Ohhhhh, Josh, where did you learn how to do that?" Uncle Ted can't help but think how more advanced the kid is next to his own and Josh's dad's experience. They hadn't even jerked off together much less rimmed each other until their 30s.
Josh is just getting started. He comes up for air, escapes the covers, and twists and pushes Uncle Ted onto his back, moving his legs in the air.
Josh moves downward toward the foot of the bed and in the soft glow of candlelight can see how much dark hair covers his prey's ass. Hair seems to have grown everywhere -- from the hole outward from the crack in thick waves, down to the thighs, upward where it melds with the round shock at the small of the back above. Hairless Josh loves every follicle. He kisses the sprigs on the cheeks; he licks downward to the thighs; he moves his mouth all the way to the top of the crack and then inside.
Josh has worked up as much saliva as he can muster and drools it onto the hole, pushes it off his lips, finally spits directly onto the hole that is good and wet now. He loves the smell of Uncle Ted's ass.
Uncle Ted should have guessed what was coming, but his mind had turned blank from fatigue and pleasure.
Josh's dick is harder than he ever remembers it being as he pushes his pelvis closer to his guardian's ass. He pulls his foreskin back and forth a few times and summons memories of the porn movies he has watched, wondering what it feels like to take a man's ass.
For all of their experiences together, Anthony had never let him go this final step, as his identity as a straight guy wouldn't have allowed being penetrated by a dick. Josh had begged Anthony many times to let him fuck his ass, but the kid would allow Josh's tongue inside and nothing more.
Uncle Ted had usually been a top, even with Josh's dad. Mike was like many other ostensibly straight guys married to women. Since he had always been the fucker, in man-sex he wanted to be the fuckee. The few times Ted didn't penetrate him on their trips to the camp, his heart was broken.
Josh runs his foreskin over his prey's butthole and readies for a new experience. His dick is a nice 7 inches but not as thick as he wants. In truth, at this moment it looks thicker than he ever remembers it being. He is that excited.
As he pushes the foreskinned top inside three-quarters of an inch, Uncle Ted seems to have second thoughts.
"I dunno, Josh; I haven't done this in a few years. Maybe we should stop. I'm super tight. We can maybe try again tomorrow."
Josh is having none of it and spits a wad on his dick where it meets the hole.
Uncle Ted tries to break free by thrusting himself sidewards, but Josh grabs his hips and jostles him back into place. Uncle Ted is stronger, but not in his exhausted state.
Josh looks him in the eye and nods as if to say, "Yes, it's going to happen. Don't fight it." He is in about two inches and it is starting to feel like nothing else he has ever done. His penis is on fire and his face is red from heat and excitement.
He takes his hand and smacks his guardian's right butt cheek hard. Then he does it again. Josh places his index finger up to his lips as if to say "be quiet." Uncle Ted's says nothing and the point is made.
Josh pushes another inch inside and hears a grunt. It isn't sliding in as easily as it looks in the porn movies, so Uncle Ted wasn't lying about not having done this in a long time. Yet he has no frame of reference from experience. He knows instinctively that he should go slowly. He knows about the muscle inside that will loosen eventually. He isn't in any hurry, especially as it already feels amazing halfway in.
Josh tries another inch and can feel the flesh give way. He is about 4 inches in now. He retreats a couple of inches and gently pushes his dick back in. He does this five or six times and can feel Uncle Ted become more accommodating with each invasion.
Uncle Ted is no longer fighting getting dicked. He puts his hands up and behind his head and surrenders to see how good it might feel. It is feeling sublime already, and the kid is so beautiful.
Josh takes the movement of Uncle Ted's arms as an agreement that he can become more vigorous. He moves in two more inches, almost all the way. The tip of his penis feels hotter as it travels the final inch inside.
He delights in looking down and seeing his blond pubic hair in sharp contrast to his guardian's black bush underneath. It is light reigning over darkness.
Uncle Ted has fully relaxed and is completely into getting plowed. His legs are bent in a perfect angle of submission. He can't believe he is letting this young man fuck him. But he is glad it is happening. He takes his right hand and jerks his beautifully shaped circumcised dick in syncopation with Josh's thrusts.
Josh has been silent the whole time, but as he pulls out almost completely and then pushes hard inside, he speaks.
"Uncle Ted, now I know why guys love fucking."
His whole body is on fire -- his foreskin and glans especially, as he feels Uncle Ted's rectum grip his dick. He feels his balls slap against his guardian's taint.
He tries to hold off as long as he can, but his dick is responding ever quickly to this new sensation, this delightful friction.
He slows up a little but he can still feel the extreme stimulation that only fucking brings -- an intense building, a tickling inside his dick that is almost nearing release.
And then it happens. Josh pushes inside one more time and feels that umistakeable feeling -- one spasm, two, three, four. He feels his cum leaving his dick and his seed melding with his uncle's innards. It is the best orgasm he has ever had in his young life.
Josh leaves his still-hard dick inside and preens with his hands over his head in triumph. He notes that Uncle Ted has splattered his own seed onto his stomach hairs. He bends over and licks at the white liquid, slurping it up in a sucking motion. It is sweet, tasty, manly. He can't imagine his dick will ever get soft.
He leans down and kisses Uncle Ted on the lips. His guardian is smiling and looks completely satisfied with Josh's dick still inside him.
Uncle Ted looks Josh in the eye.
"That was the most amazing fuck I have ever had."
Josh feels on top of the world. His first fuck has been everything he could have imagined and more. He is already thinking about waking Uncle Ted at sunrise
THE END