Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 16
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Oh Canada - Chapter 16
Woody said `Rusty we need a chat about Canada',
`Oh' I said as a feeling of dread overcame me, I slumped in the chair. It's all off, I knew it, here it comes . . .',
It's just . .
`I understand Woody, you want to start at Waynes straight away, I can see that . .',
`No, no, no' he shouted,
`heck I want to go away with you more than anything. Its just Dad says Canada is a big country and hard to get around and he doesn't think the truck will make it all that way so he suggested why don't we tick off the California National Parks, they're much closer, less gas, and easier to be rescued if the truck breaks down and we'll get fitter, all that hiking',
`And shagging' I said, leaping up and hugging him, then I stand bolt upright, click my heels together, and with my hand on my heart break into song:
`I love you, California, you're the greatest state of all. I love you in the winter, summer, spring and in the fall. I love your fertile valleys; your dear mountains I adore. I love your grand old ocean and I love her rugged shore'.
Woody joined in standing upright, his hand on heart and some of the other guys in the dining hall joined in the California anthem.
We wanted an early start so I slept-over at Woodys, nestled up in his bed, cuddling, I sang quietly in his ear;
`I love you, Woody, you're the greatest friend of all. I love you in the winter, in the summer, spring and fall. I love your musky valley; your gorgeous body I adore. I love your rugged big cock and I love that your a whore',
`Hey what's that last line again?' he says,
`Who cares?' I said
as I slid in to my hilt, me big spoon for a change, he turned his head towards me and I kissed his whiskery cheek as I built up speed.
I pulled out and Woody turned to lie on his back as I shot my load into his open mouth, a few spurts on his lips, falling into a `kiss and lick' until his face was clean.
`We need to shave those whiskers off tomorrow before we set off, get a head start',
`Oh yeah, I love it when you shave me, but right now I want you to, you know',
he waggled his dick at the shaft,
`I ain't gonna beg for it' he said,
I sank my mouth over his cock and he mussed my hair as I brought him to a climax, swallowing as he bucked into my mouth, my hands on his cheeks and a finger lightly tapping his at his ass hole.
We were up early, shaved and showered, smelling fresh and clean. His Ma was up and made breakfast for us.
The van was loaded. Our rucksacks packed. We stopped by my Moms, she had made up a cool box full of food. She cried and kissed me, right in the street, right in front of Abes Mom, Mary. I could've died on the spot.
I hauled my ass in to the truck and we were off.
The backwoods California trip was on.
We avoided the 101 and took the 128 and joined the #1 at Navarro, skirting the beautiful California coast. The ocean on our left.
We stopped for a pee at Inglenook, parking the truck under a tree in the pull off below the road, OK, we are just a couple of hours in, but the deserted sandy beach looked so inviting, the truck was hot and sweaty.
I'm going to cool off says Woody,
dropping his shorts in the van, stripped in seconds, his ass cheeks jiggling as he ran across the scrub to the sand and to the waves. I got the towels ready and stripped too.
I sauntered, apprehensive about leaving the van and money and everything unlocked. I went back, took the keys out of the ignition, got our shorts and put them in a bag and stuffed the towels in, locked up and dropped the keys in the bag and ran.
Woody was looking at me as I ran down, I was focussed on him, his junk swaying, the Pacific Ocean up to his knees. I put the bag on the sand with a stone on top and ran in, fuck it was beautifully cool, we swam for about 5 minutes, laughing, splashing and cooling down.
`Oh man. This is the life',
shouts Woody, totally relaxed. I'm not so relaxed tbh, I expect I'll get into it.
The water did feel great, I swam away getting deeper, cooler and relished the silence, my brain fog and constant babble of thoughts and images slowing lifting away, morphing into a single image my brain took only minutes ago, of naked Woody, laughing, splashing water at me with both hands, his beautiful body captured in a still image, his junk flapping up, the ocean stretching behind him and the splashing water like silver, catching the sun.
I surfaced and looked across at Woody who was drying himself, I was quite a distance out, I swam back and we lay and dried off on the towels in the sun half dreaming.
Our snooze interrupted by a dog, who went straight for Woodys balls, his cold nose lifting them up to sniff at his ass musk.
`Hey little fella, watch out they're my jewels your sniffing at',
I said `hey that's my job',
Woody laughed `you got that right!',
The owner called the dog back who was wagging his tail excitedly as Woody sat up and patted the wet, sandy dog. Then my turn to be sniffed at, more discreetly this time.
The dogs owner, a guy of about 25 said,
`sorry about that, dogs will be dogs',
We chatted, him giving us the eye. I'd pulled my towel over my junk, but Woody didn't care and they talked on about our trip. The dog restless now summoned his owner and off they went.
`Bon voyage!' He called,
`About time we went as well', said Woody.
Who took a step forward and pee'd in the sand, I joined him and we shook. spider like he stepped into his shorts balancing on me, his hand heavy on my shoulder. He looked at me, grinned and pinched my ass, goosing me, then ran to the van. He tried the door, locked, I waved the keys.
`Gotcha',
We set off for Crescent City refreshed, I'm navigating, my job, the map book covering my crotch, my cock pulsing the book up a little making Woody laugh.
We left the coast road just past Rockport and joined the 101 and headed north for about another 3 hours finding the coast again to park up at Crescent City. We pulled into Bayside RV park, we drove up, only old folks in pristine RV's, our truck looking out of place.
Heck it looks a bit staid to me, full of oldies' says Woody, not much going on, lets look for eats and decide where to stay',
We walked into a couple of restaurants, all oysters and lobsters,
`Come on, this looks all a bit upmarket, I want to pig out not spend $40 and still be hungry, let's see what's about'.
Walking back to the truck we skirted the dock, we could hear sea lions barking across the bay.
We came to the fishing docks and saw a grill diner type place, the clientele's cars looked a bit older, the place a bit shabbier. We parked up and ordered coffees and fried fish sandwiches.
Woody asks if they know where to overnight park up by a beach, nothin fancy. The guy at the grill looks us up and down, more down than up if you get my drift. He says we can park around the back of the boat yard, it's not a beach but it's cheap,
`there's a latrine of sorts and a hose to wash under, it's ten bucks each, but for you boys I expect Lonesome Beach is what you're looking for, go up the road a mile or so, you pull off left off the 101.
We looked around the town, at the marina and the chandleries and camping shops. Woody bought a magnetic key ring. I bought a camping light that solar charges.
`Heck what you bought that for, I know every spot of your body in the dark, you're like braile',
He looked to see if we were being watched, reached his hand up my inner thigh,
`see, this little bump on your thigh means I'm about six inches from paradise', as he squeezed my ass cheek.
I turned on the lamp, `jeez that's bright, what ya gonna do interrogate me?',
`Might just do that, see what you're intentions are',
`I think you know darn well what I'm gonna do with you down on the beach'.
We got to the pull off, there's parking someways off the highway and the road gets rougher as we get to scrub and the beach. We look around and see a fire pit, with burnt stones around and a waste bin. Looks like this is the spot.
`Let's get the tent up',
Woody brought a 4 man pup tent and a foam sleeping layer. It was up in no time on the sandy earth.. We ate from the cool box, fried chicken and tortilla wraps. Moms special. I wonder what she's doing now, with Frank probably, doing ergh, why did my mind wander there? They'll probably be as good as married when I get back.
`Earth to Rusty, are you receiving over?',
`Sorry miles away',
Mmm' Woody said your Ma does good chicken, even if it is cold',
`we'd better eat this stuff tonight, we don't wanna get the shits',
`Nope sure don't' laughed Woody taking another two pieces of chicken and clutching his dick through his cutoffs.
Woody locked up the van and clipped on the magnetic key ring and stuck it to the underside of the front fender out of view.
`Great idea' I said, no one will think to look.
Woody was stripped already laying back in the tent. He looked down at his body, crunching his abs. I nestled in beside him, there's not much room now, imagine 4 guys in here?
I dropped my shorts shucking them off,
`Not yet',
he said giving me a quick kiss and a grope, then he was out of the tent flap,
`let's explore first'.
I threw his shorts at him,
`just in case' I said.
I put towels and sunscreen in the bag. I pushed into my trainers and we walked to the shore line along the sand. We found a good spot by some rocks, that made it more private not seen from the road, just a pull-in higher up with a few cars but we'd be like dots it's so far away. We laid in the sun, relaxing.
I heard a splash as Woody dived from the rocks.
Two guys walking the beach stopped to say hi. Their eyes widened as they saw me naked,
`Oh sorry, we didn't realise this was a er, you know',
Don't be sorry' I said, we're just taking on some rays',
as I reached for my shorts, slipping them on. Woody walked back and dried himself on the towel, wrapping it around his waist.
They took off their back packs, giving us a little show, two nice firm bodies, one more muscular than the other, more defined, nice hairy legs on him, tan and golden haired, with a start of a lions mane chest, forming a hairy T across his nips and down to his belly button, disappearing tantalisingly into his walking shorts. The other boy smooth, lighter framed, but still quite muscular, a bit taller, paler, geekier.
We sat on the rocks and chatted, they were staying in an RV with their folks, just about to start senior year after summer, on a tour, they're from Santa Barbara.
'We had to get out of the van, the folks are driving me nuts, zero privacy, you can hear everything going on, can't even rub one out, it's been a week hasn't it Garry',
Garry nodded about to say something, but his bro continued,
`so we're walking to a viewpoint, I'm Larry and this is Garry',
We shook `are you twins?' I asked,
`Nope but there's just 10 months between us were in the same school year, I'm oldest in our class and Garry's the youngest.
`You're Pa is a fast worker, he must've been desperate for some action after 9 months' said Woody getting a laugh,
`Yeah I know how he feels' said Garry.
Larry says the map shows there's lots of islands farther on, `look you can see some',
as he clambered up the rock, his stout tanned legs supporting a rugged frame, tight ass and paler body.
`What's with the back packs?,
Garry pipes up `we were hoping to sleep out if the weather holds, its forecast clear, but we'll probably chicken out, it seemed a good idea at the time, you know, find a beach, light a fire, watch the sunset and star gaze',
`Ignore him, he's such a fucking dreamer' says Larry.
I rather liked it, I said, we tried it but luckily we had a beach cabin and got soaked in a thunderstorm', I said,
We got a 4 man tent up', says Woody, just by my truck, Hey why not dump your bags and we'll walk and swim and then you guys maybe stay over, er, keep us company, I'm all out of conversation with mastermind here!',
We took their bags to the truck, and put our shorts on. We walked for about an hour, just chatting, walking past the rocks and on to a group of rocks like broken teeth, the rolling Pacific was calmer, a sort of pool made by the rocks partially blocking the ocean rollers.
`Come on in' shouts Woody, who'd stripped off and was in the water already, saying that he didn't want to walk back in wet shorts and chafe his balls.
`Neither do I',
said Larry stripping off with Garry and I bringing up the rear, actually looking at the rear of Larry's firm pale ass and his rugged tan hairy legs, smooth ass and tan back.
We ran into the sea and swam out to the rocks sending birds up in the air. Garry tired and laid on the beach, his body flat out for me to ogle, his dick smooth, just a few fine hairs in his sack that I spotted as I took a while spreading out my towel.
`You can get a better look when we are in the tent' he said,
`Busted!', I laughed,
`Yeah you two must think we are dumb asses falling for that cornball four man tent routine, don't you realise every kid our age is up for it, you just gotta be able to spot the clues',
`We could hardly say, you two look like your up for it and can I ram you're ass tonight',
`Oh so that's the plan, is it, It might be the reverse',
`Mmmm I hope so', I said,
He turned onto his front, his boner starting up.
`See what all this dirty talk has done'.
`Er is Larry up for it do you think?',
`Fuck, Larry's always up for it, I'm surprised he's not wearing a mattress on his back'. We laughed at the word image.
We heard Woody and Larry laughing loudly and up ran Woody giving Larry a piggy back out of the water and up the sand.
`Ain't that a sight for sore eyes' says Garry to me,
`Sure is' I said.
Woody turned and ran back into the ocean, giving us a rear view.
`Fuck, I think I've just cum',
said Garry as he stared wide eyed at the two of them. Woody's strong back and thighs, all tensed as he ran, his glutes tight like a sculpture, Larry's rugged ass wrapped tight around Woody's neck, his balls crushed on his nape, Larry waving his arms above his head trying to topple Woody. What a sight!
Woody turned and ran backwards into the water falling on his back to deposit Larry with a huge splash. The rollers crashing and peeking through the rocks creating dark sea green swirls tipped with white in the pool.
Garry gets up and runs in, his skyward boner flapping on his abs, his balls risen, tight to his cock like walnuts. I followed and we played grab ass in the water till we were exhausted.
We laid on the sand catching our breaths and the sun, discussing school, then worst subject, best subject, best fuck, worst fuck, most embarrassing moment. I tossed the sunscreen bottle and we all boned up rubbing the lotion in,
`I certainly don't need a sunburned pecker' says Woody.
`Your so tan' says Garry, don't you guys ever wear clothes?'.
The high sun started its slow descent and we walked back, we put our shorts on where the road is closest and where there's maybe people about. We pulled the foam mat out of the tent and lay in the sun. My head in my book, Woody has the radio on, sat with Larry in the truck.
Garry leans in and kisses me.
`What we doing for food?',
I explained the cooler is giving out and it's gotta be eaten. Garry helped me serve up what was left.
Garry phoned his Ma, and explained the situation and she wanted to speak to me. I was very polite and sensible. She offered to get in the RV and camp nearby. I said it was too rocky. I gave her my cell number and my address in Cloverdale. Assured her that we wouldn't be drinking or smoking and that Larry or Garry would call them in the morning and text tonight when they were going to bed.
`Jeesh, patents, what are they like! let's make the best of it, lets get eating',
Garry shouted and Woody and Larry sat with us on the mat.
We cleared the food then played cards till we were bored and stood at the oceans edge watching the sunset. Woody found a private place to take a dump, burying it in the sand. I followed him, putting my feet in his foot prints, we swam to clean up best we could. We spat out the salty, minty seawater as we brushed our teeth and met L and G in the tent. They were naked waiting.
Woody to my surprise went for Garry,
`come here you',
he said as they cuddled, sword fighting.
Larry looked sheepishly at me, `er shall we?',
I nodded,
`I'll probably shoot in just a few strokes' he said,
`Well we'd better not waste it then',
I crawled up to him and he opened his legs wide revealing hairy legs and thighs that suddenly became sparse and smooth at his groin and his hairy balls and a pendulous cock rising out of bushy pubes and swaying about like a construction crane, his dick trying to fight the blood pumping in rapidly.
I took his soft, rubbery glans in my mouth, sucking and getting him wet and deeper whilst tickling under his nuts and tugging them lightly, he fell back on his elbows as I sucked him,
`fuck pull off', he wailed
I sat up and watched him swing his legs high then fold almost in two as his hole came into view,
`Fuck the cum out of me, Chris', he moaned.
Wayne was ploughing Garry, Garry's feet hitting the canvas tent rhythmically, making a racket.
I spat and lubed Larrys hole up, then shuffled forwards on my knees and adjusted my height and sank into his softness. Larry moaned and I went for it, teasing his cum out with my cock, he shot up his chest as I was tipped over when hearing Woody's click in his throat and him unleashing his load into Garry, who beat out his own puddle on his chest.
Larry and Garry went to swim and clean up,
They came back and we dried them in a grab fest with a towel. We lay in the tent, close and warm and dozed and nodded off. Larry never did text his Mom good night.
In the early morning gulls were bombing the tent, calling and trying to land on the A frame.
I got up and pissed on the rocks, then went for a swim, the sun rising behind us in the hills forming a sunny outline on the sea to swim to, the tent in the shadow. Garry joined me.
What sport do you play Garry?', you've a great body, slender and lean but so strong',
`Oh I'm a tennis nut, it's what I live for, you?'
`Made Swim team at HS, 200m relay',
`What about Woody?',
'I think you know',
`Yeah fucking ass' he laughed
'and football', I threw in.
We swam back and Larry and Woody we're at it. We left them to it, sat in the truck and listened to the radio.
Larry came out, cum dribbling down his thigh, Woody next, rubbing a load into his skin, we watched them run into the sea and wash off then swim out to a rock and back again.
Come on, let's pack away the tent and get you too back to your RV' says Woody, then laughs I'll bet your Pa got lucky as well last night!',
`Erghh, don't', said Larry.
All packed up we sat in the truck, squeezed in,
`Where you guys heading?',
`Upstate to see some mighty redwoods, then who knows, where the backroads take us' says Woody,
Back passages, more likely', laughs Larry, we're sorta doing the same thing except Pa likes to chew the miles on the highways, burning through fuel then bitching about the cost of a fill up',
We swapped cell numbers,
`Hey guys, keep in touch, we can maybe rendezvous again, have another sleep over? I'm sure your Pa would like that',
We dropped them by the gate of the RV park. They waved and we planned a route for a days hiking in Redwood National Park, planning to stop for something to eat on the way.
TBC