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Caught Camping
When I was a kid my parents used to take me to our camp on a small lake in the Adirondacks. They loved it for the solitude. I hated it for the same reason. Nothing to do. My friends were all home and I was stuck in wilderness hell. As I got older I got out of going since sports took up my time and it gave me an excuse not to go. But at 17 I had my license and a girlfriend so I thought it would be perfect to go to the camp for wild sex with her. Only problem was she broke up with me. I moped around for about a week. My mom suggested I take the car and go up to the camp to get away and clear my head. It was the middle of the summer before college and I didn't really have anything to do so I took her idea. The camp is on a small lake with only a few cabins around, all very private tucked in the woods. I got there Friday night, unpacked, settled in, jerked off, and went to sleep. It was pretty cool having the place to myself. The next day I hung out on the deck in the sun and chilled. Uneventful. Sunday any activity on the like died as I guess anyone there went back to the city. I got the idea that I'd get rid of my tan lines and lay naked in the sun. It probably took me a half hour just to get the guts to go outside on the deck naked. When you live in the city it's not like you can walk around bare. I had never even really been outdoors naked before so it took some time to realize I was safe there, no one could see me, and I always kinda liked the idea of being outside bare. So finally I got my guts up, took off my bathing suit, and walked out on the deck naked as can be. I didn't even take a towel with me cuz I was excited not to have any clothes around me at all. All I took was a sock to cover my dick while I laid in the sun. I slathered lotion on me, laid out on a recliner, put my sock on my weener and chilled. Awesome feeling with the sun beating down and the wind blowing over parts of my body that had never felt that before.
Laying there I couldn't help think of how cool it would have been to have my girlfriend with me. Naked. Tits. Fucking. Damn. My sock started to move and it wasn't long till I had a full bone. I looked around and all I could see is trees and a small patch of lake between the trees. It was safe and private and I was horny as a pup. I pulled off my sock and smeared some suntan lotion on my pork. I was in fucking heaven. I had jacked off a million times but never outside. It was a whole different feeling. Almost like I didn't even want to cum. I just wanted that sensation to last forever. I was naked and rock hard and... Foot steps. On the deck. It happened so fast. I released the stranglehold my fist had on my dick, looked over my shoulder and saw two men walking toward me. Jesus! "Hello there young feller" "Uh...hey" What the fuck was I supposed to do? Run? Offer them a beer? Couldn't they see I was in the middle of some private time? "You Phil's boy?" Oh God. He knows my dad. "Uh...ya" Now they were right next to me. And I was seriously regretting the idea of not bringing that fucking towel out with me. "I'm Kurt. This is my boy Andy." Kurt looked like an Adirondack guy. Probably 50. Gruff looking. His "boy" (love how these backwoods guys talk) was probably early 20s. Good looking, dark hair, looked like he'd been in his share off kick-ass bar room brawls. "Me and your old man go fishing down the south end." Fucking great. Only thing as bad as being caught jacking off by my dad (which had happened more times than I want to remember) was being caught by his fuckin fishing buddy. Only this was worse. At least dad would look in, see what I was doing, and close the door. This jackass was standing there chit chatting with me bare ass and dick pointing up to the sky.
"You're Mikey right?" "Uh...ya...Mike". Now that you've seen my flagpole you can probably drop the "y" from my name. I'm not 8 yrs old anymore. "Ya I remember you running around here when you were just a tike." He looked down and chuckled when he saw my boner. "You've grown a bit hahahaha". "Look I'm gonna go inside and um...uh..." "So how your parents doing?" Seriously? You're gonna engage me in chatter when I'm fucking naked and hard? Can you just let me go inside????? "They're ok". We continued the most awkward chat of my life for a bit. Old Kurt didn't seemed phased by the circumstances. Just talked to me like it was nothing. Andy didn't say anything the whole time. But when I glanced at him he was staring at my bone smirking which added to the whole awkward feeling. "You ok boy?" "Ya it's just that I'm not used to getting caught...you know..." "Boy you may not be used the getting caught, but you been caught many times up here." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Boy I've got a view out my kitchen window of your boathouse..." As soon as he said it I knew what he was talking about. "...I used to catch you when you were practically knee high, ducking behind the boathouse, dropping your pants, and playing with your little willy." I had no idea what to say. He was right. I was a frequent flyer behind the boathouse when I was a kid. "Your old man called me to keep an eye on you to make sure you stayed out of trouble. Looks like you're in trouble now." Kurt's folksy way was a little darker now. "I know how you're dad punished you when you were a kid. I did the same to Andy here." Christ he could NOT be talking about spanking. I mean ya I got spanked when I was little. But not since I was like 10. "Sooner we do this sooner you can get back to your...business haha." I backed up, turn around, started to run, but there was no where to go. There were 2 of them and both bigger than me. Within seconds I was bare ass over Kurt's knee on the picnic table. All I could see was Andy's timberlands. The first swat came down hard and stung. My bone was ancient history. I had hit a new height of humiliation. Getting spanked naked by my dad's friend while his kid watched. I remember Kurt saying softly to Andy, "He's got a pretty little ass don't he?". The spanking was hard. It hurt, my ass and my ego. I remember at one point he stopped and I thought it was over. Instead I felt Kurt's thumbs alongside my crack, then slowly he pulled my asscheeks apart and said to Andy, "Look at thaaaaaaaat." Of all that happened to that point that was probably the worst - there were two men looking (and laughing) at my asshole. I don't know how many swats I got. Maybe 15-20. But when I got up my cheeks hurt. Bad. Like a sunburn. As soon as they let me up I ran in the cabin. I didn't know what else to do. As I was running in I heard them laughing and saying "look at that little red ass go".
They must have left cuz I stayed in the cabin the rest of the day and night. I was afraid to come out. It got late and I went to bed. Couldn't sleep. Too much quiet. Too dark. Still sore ass. I had packed a few joints, grabbed one, and went outside to the deck. Weed always helped me sleep. I hadn't put on pants all day cuz that's how sore my asscheeks were. I thought about wrapping a towel around me but fuck it it was like 1 am and pitch black. When I got to the deck the memories came back. Not my proudest moment haha. But it felt good to be naked again on the deck and the wind and the pot was doing its job. Peaceful. Quiet. Naked.
Till I felt the big hand grab my bicep and I heard "What you up to now boy". The words were familiar but the voice different. It was Andy. Thank God it wasn't his old man. Andy was older than me but he felt more like a peer than his dad did. At first I thought he was gonna wanna smoke some weed with me. "You just love showing off that little cityboy dinky don't you?". "Haha Hey it's not that little..." All of a sudden he grabbed my soft dick, squeezed it, and gave it a pretty firm yank. "If I say it's small, it's small. And it's small. You got that?" It became clear he wasn't playing around and we weren't gonna share a joint. "You little fucks come up here on the weekend and think you can do whatever the fuck you want. You know how long it's been since I had a woman? DO YOU?" I couldn't say anything. Kinda scared. Really confused. "So you're as close to a woman as I can get..." He pushed me down and pinned me. Awkwardly he pulled his pants off as I tried to get away. He must have gone 6'3" 220. He was built like a big ol' farm boy and there wasn't a fuckin thing I could do about it.
And he wasn't playing. He shoved his dick in my face and said "lick what's in front of you." About 10 seconds later he shoved it in my mouth and said "suck that dick". I did the best I could. It was really big. Really big. Now I knew why he thought mine was small. I felt small. He kept trying to make me suck it all the way. No way I could. I never sucked a dick before and this was a hell of a way to start. He got kinda mad that I wasn't taking more of it in. I was choking on what I could. All of a sudden he spun around and his ass was in my face and he said "if you're not gonna do it right you can lick my asshole." It was dark and I couldn't see what I was doing cuz his ass was right in my face. So I licked his crack (it was hairy but his cheeks weren't) and went inside it almost down to his hole but when I got close I started to gag. He spun back around so his dick was back in my face and he said "you gonna be a good cocksucker now?". I said ya. He said "SAY IT". So I said "I'm gonna be a good cocksucker". He shoved it in my mouth and I sucked it. Harder than before and took more in. Maybe it was the weed. Maybe it was cuz I didn't get to JO in the afternoon. Maybe it was cuz I missed sex with my girlfriend. But for whatever reason my dick got hard while he fed me his. And what he was saying wasn't helping. "Take that cock bitch" "You like it? You like it?" "That's what city boys are good for"
It probably only lasted 5 minutes. As quick as he shoved it in, he pulled it out. As soon as he did he began to pound his dick with his hand, right in my face. I could hear him grunting. I could fuckin smell his balls. The first shot flew over my head. The next several got me in the hair and face. It was everywhere. He slapped me in the face with his cock to get the last drips off. But at least it was over.
He glanced over his shoulder and started laughing. "Well...it looks like you enjoyed yourself." He saw my stiff cock. Shit. He wheeled around so his ass was back in my face. It was a few inches from my face but I could see it now. Sweaty from the activity. Big and round like a football players ass. "Shit I seen bigger dicks on a baby". (just to clarify, I got a very respectable 6 incher that has drawn many compliments from women). I didn't say a word. I took it. Then from the picnic table I heard a voice. Kurt's. "Make him cum Andy." I don't know how long he'd been there or what he saw. I guess at that point there wasn't much for me to hide. Andy didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed hold of my dick and went to work. It was WAY different feeling than a chick. Bigger. Stronger. And the action was totally different too. He was beating my dick hard. Almost punishing it. Then the trash talking started. "Come on you little pussy lets see what you got" "Come on bitch squirt for me" "Fuckin worthless little weenie" Then I heard Kurt. "Harder Andy. Harder. HARDER" I thought my cock was gonna come off. I tired to hold it in but I couldn't. As soon as I felt like I was gonna shoot Andy pointed my cock straight up in the air and I unloaded. It felt like I was never gonna stop. "Ya dad look at that little fucker shoot. Hoooooo-weeeeeee. Look at him go!" When I was done it was quiet for a second. Then I heard Andy let out a loud "FUCK...He got his junk all over my hand". He wheeled around again but this time he laid right on top of me, face to face. I felt crushed, feeling a better appreciation of how much bigger he was than me. He stuck his hand in my face. "Eat your jizz". Of everything I had been through that day that was probably the most humiliating part. He practically shoved his fist in my mouth till it was all clean. As I finished he scooped up some of his spooge that was dripping down my face and said "here have some of mine while you're at it. That's a sample. Tomorrow you're gonna drink right from the tap." The whole time I could feel him pressing against me. I could feel his cock grinding into mine. Still can't believe how big he was.
When he was done he got up. I didn't move. I just figured if I stayed still they'd go. Andy put his pants on and I heard them walking off the deck. Then I heard Andy turn back to me and say, "Be out here tomorrow so I can fuck you. And don't bother wearing clothes. That'll just make me mad."