Rural Adventures -- The Camp (Part II)
by Simon Galen
I.
As I followed Big Dave into the camp, the screen door twanged shut on its last remaining hinge. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the deep shadows inside. I'd spent so many autumns here as a kid with Derek and the rest of the guys. We'd come up here to fish, sneak our dads' beer, smoke pot. But today, on my 18th birthday, this was the first time I'd found myself at the camp alone with Derek's dad.
The place hadn't changed: the formica table, the fishing poles leaning in the corners between the wall studs, a stack of digest magazines from the late 80s. The only difference was Big Dave. I could hear his breathing. It grew more regular now. His eyes still had that hard stare in them I didn't understand. And his beer can cock still jutting lewdly from his open brown canvas overalls.
"Well, come on boy," Big Dave said, setting one massive hand on my shoulder."Unless you're gonna pussy out now, it's time for you to get back down on your knees."
I took a glance out the door. The close call of getting caught as my dad jawed with Big Dave had only turned me on more. I had been just a few yards away, pinned up against the truck with a mouth full of Big Dave's big cock while they planned a camping trip. For a moment, I imagined I could see the brake lights of my dad's truck as he guessed how close I was, but I knew he didn't care. He was looking to find Big Dave's son, Derek. He wanted to do all the things to Derek that Big Dave was about to do to me.
The hand on my shoulder grew heavier, and I let it push me down.
"Don't you worry, we're gonna make it to Derek's bed," said Big Dave. "But I'm going to need a lot more of that mouth." As I went to my knees, I looked up at him. He had just drained his balls deep in my throat, but his eyes still burned. Whatever had sparked in the truck was raging now. His fiery stare held me more than that hand weighing down my shoulder.
He waited to see if I'd say anything. When I didn't protest, he slid the sticky head of his dick, still dripping cum from the load I could still taste, past my lips. His cock flexed as he slid into me. I felt a deep sigh rumble through him as he began rocking forward, pushing in deeper.
The hand on my shoulder moved up to my hair. With a strong grip on the back of my head, he shuffled toward the couch forcing me to scramble on my knees with him. "Good boy," he said as he held me down. "We may need to take a few camping trips ourselves." He sank down onto the cushions with another groan. "You've been coming upta camp with us for years," he said as he began thrusting up. "All that wasted time!" I could feel his cock knocking at the back of my throat, and then get lodged firmly in it. His grip tightened as he grew more aggressive. I struggled to raise my head but like when he had pinned me against the side of his truck, there was no chance for a timeout. He held my head down until I began to buck and thrash. He eased off slightly until I caught a short breath and then and then pulled me back down on his cock again. For a man who had been so wild just moments ago, Big Dave was like a different man: he was in control, setting a pace he enjoyed.
I lost track of time as he took over. All I could smell was that musk and the cabin dust. I'd get a brief look at the ruddy head of his member as I gasped, and then he'd be filling my throat again. I could feel his cock start swelling and his breathing grew into a deep rumble. I could feel massive, muscled thighs grow as hard as oak as he tensed up.
Right when I thought I had earned another taste of his cum, he pulled me off. He sat there catching his breath, his dick red and angry at being interrupted on the verge of erupting, throbbed a couple times and swayed like a snake ready to strike. A large drop of something thicker than precum seeped from the slit. As I sat back catching my own breath, Big Dave caught it on his finger and wiped it over my lips.
He smiled when I instinctively licked them.
With his free hand, he reached down and pulled up from the bottom of my shirt until it popped off over my head. The air felt cool against my bare chest. I gasped as his rough fingers brushed over my nipples."Now I want you to listen carefully and do exactly what I say," said Big Dave. "Think you can handle that?"
I nodded.
"Good," he said, leaning back into the couch and spreading his legs wider. His fat cock, jutting out from his open fly, flexed and dripped a bead of precum onto his canvas pants. "Start with taking my boots off." As I knelt and began struggling with the laces of the first boot, I could feel a change had come over Big Dave.
He told me I was free to leave at any time, and as I pulled off the second boot, I glanced at the door--closed but unlocked--and then back at Big Dave. The man gave me a wolfish grin. "You can still leave," he said. "Your bike is in the back of the truck. But if you stay," he put his hand under my chin and guided my head back to his cock and traced salty-sweet paths of precum across my lips. "But if you stay, we're going to do everything I want to do and nothing you don't want to do."
What had happened in the truck was a wild, hormone-fueled moment seized and enjoyed at a frenetic pace set by the risk of getting caught. Inside the camp, he was taking charge. Getting a blow job in the truck was one thing, but after seeing my face as he wiped that drop of cum on my lips, Big Dave knew he had found someone who was going to learn how to handle his cock. And if he did it right, make sure that cock was taken care of all summer.
Big Dave watched me lick my lips and decided that was enough of an answer for him. He stood up, towering over me, and popped the straps holding up the brown canvas overalls. They dropped to the floor. He ran his fingers through my hair as he held my mouth and nose to the underside of his balls. If anything, the muskiness I had tasted and smelled in the truck had grown with his arousal. "God damn, that's good," he growled. "But I think it's time we get you on Derek's bed."
II.
The last time Derek and I had made plans to hangout, it was at the end of last summer. We were gonna come upta camp, spend the weekend, and close it for the season. I was supposed to meet him there late on a Friday night after my chores were done. In an act of youthful rebellion, I decided to skip the chores and surprise my buddy by showing up early.
I got to the camp just around sundown. The first thing I saw was dad's truck. I leaned my bike against a tree and quietly made my way to the camp's front door. It was open. I could hear Derek talking inside.
"I don't know, Jack," he said. I peeked inside but couldn't see either of them. They were in Derek's room. "What if Joey gets here early and catches us?"
I heard the sounds of a belt unbuckled and a zipper pulled down. "Then you better start sucking this cock right fucking now to make sure that doesn't happen." I heard the mattress spring squeak, and short protest from Derek that got muffled real fast, and then a deep groan from my dad. "For all your whining and worrying about getting caught, I never met anyone who took to sucking cock like you do."
I backed away from the cabin as quietly as possible, grabbed my bike and pedaled furiously back home. I threw myself on to my bed. When I heard my dad's truck pull up the driveway three hours later and then him walking into the house whistling, I pretended to be asleep.
III.
The memory made my head spin. I hadn't been to the cabin, much less in this room, since that day. As I stood there at the foot of Derek's bed, I swore I could smell my dad's aftershave coming up from the sheets, and that was definitely a telltale smudge of grease on the headboard. I could imagine him grabbing onto the headboard as things progressed beyond sucking cock, and he began railing Derek.
By the head of the bed was a framed photo of Derek in his baseball uniform smiling at the camera. For the first time I realized just how much he looked like his daddy. They both has the same strong neck, and broad shoulders. Derek was a bit more lithe simply due to being younger and had a smile like he was about to get into trouble. Big Dave had more hair, more muscle, and smiled less.
I bent over and inhaled deeply. I could definitely smell the tobacco and dust that defined Derek, and mixed in my dad's aftershave and motor oil. I breathed it in again, rubbing my cock through my jeans, letting myself get lost in thoughts of what it must have looked liked. I pulled back the single blanket. There was stain where Derek must have came as my dad--
A massive arm circled my waist and lifted me up out of my fantasy. With his free hand, Big Dave undid my fly and yanked my jeans down. He chuckled as his hands hit the now-cool damp spot that I had been creating in the denim.Everything flipped suddenly as he dropped me on my hands and knees on Derek's mattress--my eyes inches from the greasy thumbprint my dad had left behind.
I tried pushing myself up when Big Dave's hand landed on the small of my back and held me in place. He waited until I relaxed and let the weight of him push my shoulders into the mattress with my ass still up. I had never been this vulnerable or naked with another man. My heartbeat felt like it was shaking my whole body as I waited for him to do something. Anything.
A long moment went by. I could feel him staring at me as he held me in place. I began to wonder if he had changed his mind until I heard him whisper, "good boy." When he said that, my dick twitched, and he chuckled again.
And then everything went white. The sharp stubble of his five-o'clock shadow grazed my ass, and his tongue touched an area where nobody had touched me before. I tried saying some but managed nothing more than a groan muffled by the bedsheet. I went wild at this new sensation. With his hand still on the small of my back, I bucked as far as he let me as he tongued my hole.
An uncontrollable wave began coursing through me. I tried to pull away and let him know, but Big Dave just held me tighter and licked harder. He ground into me. I bit down and screamed into the sheets. He kept his one hand on my back and with his other arm, he encircled my waist, holding my writhing body against him. I could feel my balls tighten as the stubble on his chin rasped against the back of them.
And then he stopped. Right before I could make a mess of his son's sheets, Big Dave pulled back and stepped out of the room. I lay there, catching my breath, in the same position with my shoulders down and ass up as that surging feeling slowly ebbed. A cool breeze traced the outline of everywhere Big Dave's tongue had been.
The floor creaked behind me as Big Dave returned. I heard the pop of a cap as he opened a container. "I guess if you're gonna find out how I got me the moniker beer can," he said. I heard him stir through the container and then he put a greased up finger to my asshole. Big Dave's hands were large and rough from a lifetime of forestry work, but with the grease from that container, the first one slid in. As my ring clamped around that first knuckle, I heard some primal noise between a whine and a groan fill the room. As he slid the finger in deeper, I realized the sound was coming from me.
"Alright," said Big Dave. "One ground rule. This is your first time, and I'm pretty thick. It might hurt a bit at first, but I'm gonna make sure you feel good. That said, if you want to stop at any time, you just say stop, and we'll stop, get dressed, and I drive you home. You understand?"
As he asked if I understood, he slid his finger the rest of the way in and touched something. My cock lurched, and I found myself screaming "Yes!" into his son's pillow. He pulled back seconds before sending me over the edge.
I tensed up as he began to work a second finger in. "Just breathe," he said as he rubbed it around the outside. "This is nothing to what you're gonna get in a moment." He put his free hand on my back and held me down as he slid the second finger in. My body jerked at this strange new intrusion. I could hear Big Dave growling behind me, "You just wait until this ride really begins boy!"
He waited until I relaxed before pulling his fingers out. The mattress sagged as he knelt behind me and his hair legs pressed into mine. He slowly ground against me, letting his greased cock saw against my crack, giving me a sense of what I was in for. I had experienced no doubts up until this moment, and then I realized how vulnerable I was completely naked on my knees before him. I started to push myself up, but he easily held me down. "Unless you want this to stop, you stay right there and let me enjoy the sight of your beautiful body."
Nobody had ever called me beautiful before. I relaxed under his hands, shoulders down against the mattress, ass up and offered to him.
The bed creaked as he lined himself up to my hole. "Now you're sure you want this, Joey?" It wasn't really a question. "Once you're deflowered, there's no going back. That ass is always going to be mine. You're sure to want this?" He pressed the greased head of his dick against my hole. It felt like a battering ram resting against a keyhole. "Tell me you want this, boy."
Instinct took over as he began to press, and the whispered yes became shout as he leaned into me. Pressure built as my body tightened against this new invader and then a blinding moment as the head popped past the barrier. My shout became inarticulate, guttural as my entire world shattered and was replaced by the feeling of Big Dave slowly moving into me, making sure that I felt every tight quarter inch as much as he did.
At about half way, all coherent thought left. I grabbed at the sheets, groaned into the pillow, and tried pulling away as Big Dave continued his slow, unrelenting drive into me. The more I struggled, the steadier the pressure he kept on me. I'd always known he was strong, but holding me down was effortless as he continued sinking into me.
There was a big window above Derek's bed. As the late afternoon shadows deepened under the pine trees that surrounded the camp, the window became a mirror reflecting Big Dave. His head was thrown back and the muscles of his neck were taut. He continued with a steady slowness to force his way in, but in the reflection I could see the struggle as he fought against his instinctual desire to slam into me.
He gave a guttural groan as he sank the last inch into me. His cock grazed that same thing his finger had and everything went white.My body tried bucking in ecstasy, but Big Dave had collapsed onto me. His massive cock, buried to the hilt, pinned me to his son's mattress.
I felt his lips on the back of my neck. He bit gently and then a bit harder as he kept me pinned down. The sensations were overwhelming, and I writhed underneath him. Each movement worked his cock in a bit deeper. He didn't need to ask if I was enjoying this--the bliss was all over my face. "That's it boy," he growled in my ear. "Get used to that cock because you're gonna be getting it a lot."
He pulled out an inch or two, letting me get used to the sensation, and then slid back in. He took his time as he settled into a slow fuck. Big Dave's body covered mine. I heard a chuckle as he felt my back arch up under him to meet his downstroke. "As soon as I saw you on the road today, I knew you were gonna be riding this cock like a pro."
Seeing my enjoyment, Big Dave picked up the pace. Everytime I began to catch my breath, he pulled out a bit further and slammed into me a bit harder. The ancient boxspring beneath us screamed in agony as I screamed out in uncontrolled lust. I heard Big Dave ranting behind me in ragged, gasps "take that cock," and "gonna fuck you all summer like this."
I lost track of time. The window had grown darker, and when I glanced up I could make out the wild expression on Big Dave's face. He was pounding me with complete and utter ferocity. Every plunge in, he hit that spot again that made everything go nova. I could feel the pressure rising in my balls. The head of my dick kept rubbing into the worn sheets and I could still taste Big Dave's cum on on my lips. The smell of my stepdad's aftershave on the pillow filled my head as Big Dave gripped me tighter.
I fought against the inevitable, but everything went stiff. I heard Big Dave groan as my ass tightened around his cock and I began blasting a load onto his son's bed. I felt a throbbing in my ass, as Big Dave let out a shout of victory and began pumping his own load into me. He fell forward, crushing me into the bed as more cum gushed from his cock.
We stayed entwined like that for a long time. Slowly his cock softened and despite my protests, he pulled it out. As his breathing grew less ragged, I could feel his load running down my leg. "Damn boy, you needed that," he said as he sat up and ruffled my hair. I still couldn't speak. He looked at the mark he had left on my neck and grinned. "If Jack has any questions about that mark, you tell him to come see me." I was still too blissed out to realize what he meant.
"How about this," Big Dave said. "It's starting to cool off. You stay naked like that and I'm gonna light a fire. Then I'm going to fuck you all night." Big Dave laughed at the stupid smile on my face. The boxspring sighed in relief as he got up and went to the living room.
My heart stopped when I heard Big Dave in the next room. "Goddamn son, how long have you been here?" And I heard the unmistakable voice of Derek answer back. "The whole time. I saw him sucking your cock on the couch here and then listened as you fucked him on my bed."
"You enjoy the show?" asked Big Dave. I couldn't tell if he sounded annoyed or proud. And I couldn't hear Derek's reply. "Alright then," said Big Dave. "I guess you and Joey got some things to work out. Why don't you go talk to him while I start a fire."
A cool drip of Big Dave's cum traced a path down my inner thigh. I could hear Big Dave frigging with the damper on the woodstove and then crumpling paper. There was a rattle from the kindling pile. A moment later I heard his heavy tread head outside to gather firewood as he left me inside and alone with Derek.
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About the Author: Simon Galen is a struggling writer/bartender living off tips and trying to put an English degree to bad use through erotic fiction. He's thankful for any comments from readers and tries to answer all emails he receives (it may take a week or so). He can be emailed at mclrebel@gmail.com.
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