Rusty Grows Up

Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 17

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Mighty Red Woody - Chapter 17

We ate at the grill, `better fuel up Rusty, we get to hike a good trail today, but before we order I gotta, you know, use the facilities'.

`Dont forget to wash your hands',

I call after him, he turns and scowls at me, he's blushing!

I order coffee till he gets back.

`I must be a stone lighter',

he whispers and shows me his clean hands, turning them over for me, like an eight year old kid, looking for a compliment,

`You're such a good boy, Daddy's little helper',

I say grabbing his package and squeezing hard, crushing his balls.

We order breakfast; pancakes with bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs and a stack of toast and strawberry jam.

We get coffee refills and I sneak off to do my business, no jibes from Woody, he's busy chatting with the waitress who is pouring the strong black elixir.

I turn back and her hips are pushed towards him, her chest thrust out accentuating her ample assets. Woody is staring up into her eyes. Sparkling, white teeth and tan.

I come back and she's behind the counter now rustling up something for somebody, giving Woody the eye.

I'm not sure he knows his effect on women, er and me!

`Hey Rusty, let's get going, we got a short drive and a long hike ahead of us, I rose off the seat and felt his hand on my rounded cheek, fingers gripping, a momentary touch as his body shielded me from view.

We went to the counter to pay, Woody tipped generously, we left. I was stunned, my ass cheek still tingling at his touch, it feels like his fingers are still pressing my cheek, like a phantom touch.

We drive on the D2 deep into the forest, we park up at the designated pull-in, 5 other vehicles, we snuck into the last space, I had to climb out of Woodys drivers door.

I pull my hiking boots on and my hat, in my backpack is an outer layer, a trail guide and snacks and water.

`Jeez, Look at my very own Boy Scout on the Boy Scout trail!'. Says Woody. I grin back giving him the scout salute which he copies back.

We set off, our pace strong, we are soon walking on the ridge and reaching the wooden steps we descend to a lush creek, the sound of the water and smell of the forest all around us. Woody took a leak, I watched him pee, my cock twitching.

The redwoods are getting bigger, Woody keeps hugging the trunks and mock humping them laughing.

We soon got to the bridge spanning the creek, we continued on, passed fallen trunks and into a fern filled grotto and a waterfalls at the head of the trail.

We sat on a fallen redwood, the bark rough, exciting my ass cheeks, our legs spread, thighs touching, we ate the snack and drank taking in the beauty.

`Come on sexy' said Woody and he held out his hand and I took it and we walked back on the trail, his hand lingering in mine. My cock rigid in my shorts.

`What's got you going?' Says Woody as he brushed his hand innocently against the tip, tenting my cutoffs.

`You, you, you' I said,

`Really?, what've I done?'.

He's oblivious.

We walked off the trail maybe 60 feet and stood behind a big redwood shielding the view from the trail, its quiet, we've seen no one else for a while.

Woody knelt, undid my shorts button and pulled at the flaps, the fly studs popping as he ripped the sides apart. My cock finding its exit to protrude through my boxers, rudely, engorged, dripping, ripe for the taking. Woody tickle licked the precum up off my head, widening my slit with his tight arrowed tongue, the sensation making me moan,

`oh fucking suck me',

I almost shout, a desperate quiver in my voice.

Woody smiled looking up at me and touched his tongue on my frenulum, the tiny band sang in my head at his touch, my cock pulsed, thrashing wildly now, about to cum, I'm gripping the redwood trunk, my arms outstretched pulling my ass back into the rough bark.

Woody laughs 'oh yeah cum baby, spurt at me',

I moan `fucking suck it',

Mmm that's one option' he said, here's another',

He unbuckled and pulled his cutoffs down, revealing his ass and he presses his dick through his legs, his one eye pointing at me below his ass cheeks, snagged by his cutoffs.

I spit out and a ball of phlegm flies through the air, landing at the top of his ass crack, Woody pulls his cheeks open showing his pucker, pink, ready.

I grip my shaft steadying it as Woody shuffles back, my spit running down his ass crack reaching his soft pucker just as my cockhead pierces his ring, he wiggles back as I pull him closer to me and I sink into him, slowly, deeply, my pubes crinkle on his ass, my balls pressing into his flesh. My fingers exciting his cock as I ram him.

`Fuck me',

`I won't last', I say,

`Just do it',

Woody mimes a Nike `tick' in the air with his finger. I pull back and on the next stroke I plunge in, my cock rim excited, I'm so close. I hear a twig snap, I see a guy, his trackies tented. I smile at him, he smiles back, he grips his cock through the fabric, showing me,

`Nice piece', I say

`Looks like you're having fun?',

I nod,

Woody says `come closer I won't bite, but I will suck you good',

The guy hesitates,

`Best offer you gonna get today',

Woody says licking his lips, getting saliva ready.

The guy looks around him quickly then pulls down his trackies under his nuts and Woody opens his mouth obscenely, he plunges in the guy is in ecstasy,

`Strip your T off' I say he lifts off his top, he's got misshapen pecs through beating off, one arm bulging, tiny nips on discs, a bit scrawny but potential, he's got broad shoulders, tall but is just skinny. Nice rack and oh so pale,

`Nice',

Thanks', then he moans I'm gonna shoot, he pulls out, gripping his cock he sprays his load in Woodys mouth, hitting his face when Woody snaps up to swallow. Woody shoots into the forest floor, a white puddle building as his powerful spurts noisily hit the earth.

I'm finished quickly, the guy is finished and flips his still hard dick in his trackies and responds to his pal calling,

`You Coming Tone?',

`Yeah, just finishing up here Greg',

he shouts and pulls on his T and high fives Woody and runs down the bank and off in front of his pal, maybe to hide his boner?

Woody asked me to check for cum and he buttoned up. He turned to me, grinned and kissed me, depositing Tony's spunk in my mouth, savoring the different, more nutty taste, as we made out.

Woody kicked earth over his cum and we walked back to the trail start, getting a different view of the forest, the sun dappled paths and the breeze rustling the redwoods canopy high above us.

We passed Tony and his friend, we acknowledged him and walked swiftly passed them, not knowing what to do.

Tony ran up,

I couldn't believe it when I saw you two dirty fuckers' he whispered, I'd climbed up to hide behind a tree and rub one out, I told Greg I needed a pee, fuck you were great, I'd do you anyday'.

`Where you staying?' asked Woody,

`We're camping, at the Redwood Forest campground',

`does Greg play?' asked Woody outright.

`we're best friends so, you know we've done stuff sorta', he said hesitantly, probably first time he's told anyone, you often say more to strangers.

`Recently?',

He blushed, `yeah, last night actually',

`Maybe we could meet up? That sounds like where we're planning to camp tonight',

I couldn't believe my ears, two strangers and suddenly were in a foursome. That's fast even for Woody.

Woody says, `We're gonna tackle one more walk, a short one, then maybe drive to the campsite and check in before it gets too busy then look for some supplies and maybe eat, probably back in Crescent City if there's nothing much around'.

'We're hiking', says Greg, walking over, we shake hands. He's built, definitely a walker, stout, firm, compact body, and tall.

Woody is giving Greg the eye,

`Join us if you like, there's room in the truck', says Woody.

`Thanks, but we were planning walking back over the footbridge to the camping ground', says Greg.

Tony says, `Hey Greg we could grab something decent to eat in Crescent City, then drive back with these guys, get the fire pit going and have a couple of beers, save the camping food for tomorrow'.

That sold it.

`Well if you're sure it's no bother',

`Heck, we like the company',

I say looking at Gregs bulge in his shorts.

We do the walk, pairing off and swapping getting to know a bit about each other, they're from Eugene, Oregon, they got two weeks left, before Greg starts work in his fathers joinery business and Tony starts at College doing business studies, They're with Tony's Ma and Pa's in their old old RV.

I discover Tony is into computer games and model making, not very outdoorsy.

`So what porn do you watch?', I ask,

He grins, `how did you know? Well I guess just the usual, to get off to, you know guys on girls, guys on guys',

Same' I say Just guys on guys though. What about Greg',

oh we watch the same stuff, he likes Bel Ami, I like em rougher',

`Like Greg',

`Yeah, just like Greg, he's a fucking animal when he gets going!',

We laugh and Greg and Woody stop and we catch them up, `what you laughing at?', says Greg,

`Oh just nothing', says Tony.

I say `he was saying you're an animal when you get going',

`All depends who the victim is, I guess?'

He says. I expected Greg to blush, but he didn't, he's confident in himself.

Greg and I walk on, I stand a little downwind so to speak, just behind his shoulder. His musk rises a little, sweaty, I breath deep.

`You OK Chris?',

`Yeah, just getting a lung full of forest air',

`You sure? You seem to be smelling my ass? Heck, all I can smell is your funk, and I gotta say it's turning me on'.

He stopped, I bumped into him, his musk heavier, I could smell it at the top of his T, just by his spine, those three little bones prominent, my nose brushing his nape hairs back as I breathed in deeply, a direct channel from his ass crack, up the valley of his back and to my nose.

He made to drop his water bottle and as he rose he sniffed my ass like a dog as his nose traced my spine.

`butter fingers', shouted Tony,

He laughed a yeah, no damage done', yet' he added looking at me.

I glanced up his body, his cock held trapped in his hiking shorts, all zippers, pockets and loops. His cock head showing as a bump in his shorts and two more bumps close together maybe 7" away obviously his bull nuts, his tight shorts showing his phone in his pocket.

Scanning up, his T is loose around his waist, his taut abs letting the cloth flutter, only to be stretched as his deltoids filled the fabric and his pecs stretched the cotton, his thick shoulders expanding his bulk, with no let up to his arms, heavy, solid, his T tight on his biceps like an amulet.

His neck wasn't prominent, not too thick, his head looked in scale, not like some pin head, bulky, Muscle Mary, just raw man. Heck he'd give Woody a run for his money.

He turned and bent over, his legs straight, his knuckles brushing the earth as he tied his laces, I looked at his ass and thighs, now morphed into a single muscle. As he rose I saw his cheeks settle, leaving a wide gap at the base, presumably where his thick pipe met his bull balls.

`You seen enough Radar?',

I grinned, busted,

`My imagination has, but not my eyes',

I turned and Woody was animatedly chatting to Tony, then they laughed and high fived.

I think I know how this will pad out.

I hope so, I'm still hard and leaking for him, I dont think it's formed a damp patch on my cutoffs just yet.

The path showed a yellow route and a blue route. Greg checked his trail guide.

`The yellow path ends in about a mile, the blue path climbs higher then descends and circles back to the road close to the parking',

`Who's for blue?',

we all put our hands up.

Greg leads the way. It's a steep climb, Tony is bitching, making Woody laugh, I'm mesmerised by Greggs ass mainly, imagining my cock between his muscular but smallish buttocks, his crack, maybe hairless, gripping my rod.

I slip, not concentrating where I'm going.

Greg grabs my hand and pulls me up, not flinching, his arm tensed, his raw power saving me.

`Watch the path not my ass',

I nod, busted again. Fuck, how did he know?

Woody is giving Tony a piggy back up the hill, his legs tight around Woodys waist and arms around his neck. Woody catches up with us,

Make way' he says you two slowcoaches', and powers off ahead, shouting,

`Now this is what I call football training'.

We summit and look at the view, the trees are sparser here and we look across the canopy and in the haze the ocean and Crescent City.

We were sweating after the hard climb. Greg pulled off his T and laid down on a rock, Woody looked interested, but only for comparison.

Now Woody is a big guy, football team, the love of my life but he's homely built. Greg on the other hand looks professionally built. A model.

`Fuck, you got a great body man' Woody says to Greg, what's your workout routine?',

`Gym every alternate day plus swimming in between, my trainer says that the swimming in helps my body recover',

Yeah, bout same as my routine, and in between then that's when I fuck my buddy Here. I'd be up for it every night if I could, but my coach says that wouldn't be fair as he wants my cock on the other days'.

We laugh and lie on the flat rock, the path descending by a stream forming water falls as it gushes down the hillside.

We take the steep descent carefully, we get to the waterfall which is beautiful, with mosses and lichen on the rocks at its base and a deep pool reflecting the sky. The waterfall drops maybe 20 foot, its hard to tell with no scale.

Woody looked around and listened, we hear just the water falling, he prised off his boots and dropped his shorts, his T over his head in one. He wiggled his dick at us then hollered as he leapt in, submerged, and he rose up, gasping, treading water.

`Fuck that's cold but so refreshing, come on in guys',

Tony stripped, his pale body almost ghost like, his buns nice and tight, a hairy black crack, his uncut cock ample, juicy, out of a bushy bush, his broad shoulders ebbing quickly away to his narrow waist and tiny ass, atop lanky pale almost bow shaped sinewy legs. His dick looking out of scale.

He jumped in shouting and surfaced immediately, Woody grabbed him and they hugged.

Buddy heat' he shouted, I'm warming him up'.

I was next and climbed to a rock and jumped in, going under, the water was so clear, I could see the four legs treading water and their cocks jiggling about, then heard a deep thump as Greg dived in, swooping down, his face grinning at me, eyes wide open, grabbing my face underwater and kissing me, blowing and sucking air from me as we slowly surfaced, him still hugging me, almost crushing me. I was hard.

We tried to play grab ass but the water is so deep it's exhausting treading water. We hauled ourselves onto the rocks and let the dappled sunlight dry us off. Greg wrung out our shorts and cutoffs and laid them in a patch of bright sun.

Hey, your dick is like a king prawn' says Woody to Tony, yeah you gotta peel em' before you eat em, he says as he pulls the skin off the crown, his cock thickening.

`Yeah cold water does that to ya. I have a pal who's balls disappear when he's nervous, they have to be coaxed to drop into his sack', I say,

`Yeah that's Chris's job, To suck on his nuts till they are filled', says Woody.

`Wow, that's what I wanna do when I grow up' laughs Tony.

`So who's the daddy?',

says Greg, coming out of his shell as he gets more comfortable with us maybe?

`Well, we need to be hard to measure and first my pecker needs to get from 35 to 70 degrees Fahrenheit first', says Tony.

Yeah let's leave that until tonight, says Greg.

My books open guys' says Tony, place your bets, place your bets, We got Woody at 2:1, Greg at evens, Chris at 5:1, and yours truly at 100:1',

We made the best of walking in the damp shorts. The coldness was refreshing at first but soon became clammy.

`I'll be glad to get outta these shorts' I said.

We see the truck ahead, and we all clambered in on the drivers side. Woody rummaged for shorts and found a pair of button fly boxers and slipped those on. He threw me a pair of his speedos they'd have to do for now.

We set off for the camp, it was easy to find; we took the Redwood Highway and came off at a clearly marked exit.

We checked in.

`Find yourself a spot'

says the mousy guy,

`We usually recommend 4 guys to take, er, the more secluded spots further up, you know sorta out of the sight of humans',

He grinned and looked up at us,

Drive on till the path ends, don't worry it will take a truck. Be good and have fun guys'.

Tony says, `I'll go tell my Ma and Pa we are camping out and get us some clothes'.

We quickly erected the tent on a secluded spot, trees shielding it from the path. A mossy bank and the truck hides the tent from the other directions. Perfect.

I took a leak against the mossy bank, Greg joined me, he flipped his dick out, I still had Woodys speedos on so I'd just tucked them under my nuts, which lifted up and pushed eithercside of my shaft.

We, naturally, checked each other out and combined our streams, his piss darker, smellier than my pale straw colored stream. I shook my dick and Greg pushed my hand away and he shook mine, I grabbed his lonely cock and shook his and felt him up. His had a grisly tube running up the length, it reminded me of a squid. Anyway we stopped playing before anyone got too hard.

`I'm gonna find some shorts' I said and got my backpack out of the van and slipped them on, Greg watching me intently.

Where's Woody' I said and heard Tony giggle in the tent then a gerroff, not yet'. They come out looking flushed,

Greg says, `there's a fish and chip wagon that comes about five, we could get eats there?'

`have we any booze?', says Gregg,

`They sell beers, you two would probably get served', says Tony.

`We got some beer but it's not cold and we got a half of rum' I said looking in a bag.

Woody says `Hey there's a Chevron gas station in Hiuchi, we passed it earlier, I'll take the truck and get gas and some cool beers, any other requests',

`How about tacos and dips?' says Tony,

`You wanna come for the ride?',

`Sure',

he said and he leapt into the truck. We heard it start and Woody drove slowly on the track and hitting tarmac they were off.

`Hi' I said nervously,

`Hi' said Greg,

`You and Tony an item?', I say,

`Yeah, I suppose we are, I've not really done it, you know, with anyone else, what about you and Woody? As if I need to ask, I can tell by the way you look at each other, asking each other for permission in your eyes and looks, small touches of hands',

`Is it that obvious eh! We done it with others, together in a foursome a couple of times, but only that',

`So shall we, or do you need permission?'.

I went for him, taking his face in my hands and kissing him tenderly, our teeth sort themselves out of the way and our tongues entwined as we made out.

Gosh he was over me like a rash, handy, straight to my shaft.

`Slow down, we got all night',

I said and kissed his face all over, starting at his forehead, gentle overlapping kisses all over his face down to his prickly chin.

`Fuck that's nice, Tony's not the tender type',

`This is gonna be fun' I said,

`Yeah, but let's get in line for the fish and chips, it's almost five and I'm real hungry',

I grinned,

for food', he said and then this for desert'. He said, grabbing my cock.

We zipped the tent and walked the campground, We looked in at the restroom, lots of stalls and a long urinal trough, sinks with mirrors over, plenty of space between for shaving. Off to one side was an open shower bay for about a dozen guys and opposite you could see where they'd hung curtains down to give privacy, all running into the same drain. Hot water provided.

The pool house was a surprise, it had a sliding roof that was retracted and was filled with dads and kids, Moms calling them back to eat.

`I'll bet it's hotter than the waterfall?' I said,

`Personally I found that sizzling, especially the underwater kiss',

`Yes, it took my breath away, literally'.

We got to the Fish and Chip line, the wagons flap was up and we were about 3rd in line. A girl came down asking how many fried cod we wanted,

'Er four please' said Greg,

We waited and Tony ran up,

`Woody got served, he sent me to give you this, it's $30',

`Thanks, now you go and nab a picnic table and don't leave it, OK?'

`Yep, I'm on to it', says Tony.

We watched the fillets of cod being coated in beer batter and gently dropped into the hot oil, sizzling, a steam cloud rising out of the wagon, the string lights illuminating the cloud as it dispersed. `No. 3' the guy shouted and handed over a bag, that'll be $60 please',

We found Tony and Woody arm wrestling at the table, he's a strong pup for all his scrawn, Woody had to really try, outmanoeuvre him, mind games, watching, sensing a weakness then bam Tonys arm was touching wood.

We ate, and chatted, feeling better with full bellies. The fish was as fresh as can be.

That Cod was probably swimming about this morning wondering what to eat, said Tony.

We waited till it was dusk, Reading under my camping light and listening to tracks on Greggs blutooth speaker, as they lay down, close together chatting, Tony's head resting on Greggs thigh.

Let's see what the pool looks like? I said, we can maybe have a swim then a shower and bed.

`I'd rather wait for the filter and chlorine to work its magic on the childrens pee overnight and get in early at 6 when they open', said Greg,

Erghh, yeah I don't fancy swimming in that!' Says Tony, but I'm up for a shower',

`yeah later if you still can get it up',

We laughed, he blushed.

We got our towels and Tony and Greg called in Tonys folks RV for towels.

Have fun' we heard see you tomorrow'. The RV door was locked and curtains pulled on tight. Mmm I thought we're all getting some tonight.

We went back and Greg lit the fire pit, Tony and Woody went looking for branches and logs. They came back with armfuls.

Woody got the beers and we sat around the fire, close, drinking. Greggs speaker playing soft music, the fire crackling, we pulled the matress out of the tent and lay and sat up and drank all the beer. The night drew in and we zippered the tent.

We lay out naked, in pairs, I can't wait to explore Greg's body. But it's very cramped, it's literally ass to ass.

`Hey Woody, why don't you and Tony put the canvas up on the truck bed and sleep in there'.

`Yeah great idea',

`Make yourself decent Tony', says Woody and they went outside. We heard them lift up the canvas and throw their clothes in. We heard them clambering around and the sound of the tent zipper being pulled down and giggles.

We were now free to explore, Greg held my face and copied my kissing, he went down my body to my cock,

`you smell great',

he gently pulled my skin down and rubbed my glans under his nose, his stubble prickly.

`Mmm, I smell cock cheese',

He started to suck, and swung his body around so we were in a 69. I took this cock and his smooth rubbery cockhead in my mouth and prised open his slit with my tongue, I noticed he was copying me. I took him deep to my throat and swallowed hard, he pushed forwards, I gagged, he retreated and soon we had our measures and sucked and played with each others balls until we were about to shoot, then paring back,

We made out and edged for what seemed eternity, his shaft solid, warm and silky soft to touch. I looked down at Greg.

`You smell great', I said,

He felt around to his ass, `mmm, yeah a bit sticky but hopefully nothing more',

He sniffed my ass and pulled the cheeks apart,

`Mmm that's fucking gorgeous, nothing else to report, no flotsam or jetsam Captain',

`Full steam ahead then Bosun',

I felt his tongue burrow into my ass, his cheeks pressed into mine, pulling my buns wider apart to get deeper, his nose pressed against my crack as he pushes his arrowed tongue into my hole,

I copied on him, he lifted his leg to give me access, I pushed my mouth over his thick pipe below his tight balls, suckling the tube as it disappeared into his ass hole, my spit melting the musk, filling my nostrils as I lapped up from his perineum to his hole, my tongue broad like a cats, rough on his silky smooth skin, the barbs grazing over his hole, twitching now.

I push a finger in, oh yes, he grips me hard, I push deeper, he moans, his ass snapped around my finger like a clamp,

I wince as he copies me, oh he's in, delving, searching for treasure, the diamond almond. He finds it and I see blue lights flash in my brain, then another as he massages me, fuck more spit, more fingers, he's opening me up, wider now, his tongue lapping my hole as he pulls his fingers out, I'm bereft, gaping, only his tongue now, I want this, I grip his cock,

`I want this' I moaned, I released his cock and my digit, he spun around, pushing my face into the mattress, my ass high, he adjusts my ass higher as my knees slide towards my body, he pushes into my well prepared hole, I wince in pain, he pushes in more, and more, gripping my hair as he leans into me then starts to pound my ass, his balls swinging rhythmically against my cheeks, he lets go of my hair and grabs my waist, fuck he's speeding up, grunting, wiping his slavery mouth across my sweaty shoulder blades as he drools and rams, rams, rams home.

I feel his cock thicken, harden as he tenses, rigid as he reaches his zenith, the clock has stopped, my ass clenches, tightening its grip on the invader, I feel his drool run down my back, his breath hot like a dragons flame as he breathes out, he starts to quiver now, his leg judders as he comes deep inside me, his primary burst done, he breathes in, gasping air into his lungs and pushes forwards, harder deeper into my ass, his second blast, then again, ramming my ass with each spurt until he's done.

His body softens his face rises up my back as he kisses my spine, all the way up, he rises, still connected, still in union, still as one. His head on my shoulder, I turn my head on the pillow, looking back at him and he we half kiss. He pulls out, I turn, now laying on my back, he's laughing, his cock still hard, wet, slimy white with cum.

I swing my legs high and he's in me again, my ass exciting him again, as he rams in and out on his cum bed, writhing in agony as his ring burns and the sensitivity jolts his body like electric shocks as he falls on me, kissing me, his weight on me.

I trace the muscles on this chunky lad, his back and deltoids as he lays, then he turns off me, we lie side by side. I'm as hard as iron, he's soft. I turn to my side and I continue to trace his muscles, his scapula showing the two bones almost poking out on his shoulders, the muscles rippling for me as I move to the bony valley above his pecs, tracing around to each nipple, then under each cup, down to his abs, soft, then hard as he pulses for me.

I laugh and rise up, kissing him, getting him going, he's recovering already, the mighty cock, thickening as I hold it lightly.

He raises his legs for me, his ruddy, rustic legs, his tan disappears at his thighs, his pale ass rising like a moon, his cock grazing his abs now as he holds his thighs back with his hands as his pucker comes into my view, still shiny wet after my earlier washing, I line up, wiping my precum over his soft ass lips, he yields as I slide in, his grip immense.

I'm having to work hard, my cock almost bending with the pressure. He winces and relaxes and I slide in deep, he looks at me above him, smiles and I lower myself and kiss as I rock into him, grazing his tube, hitting his prostate as he writhes below me. I tense, I shoot, and shoot and shoot, I wither, spent, warm, wet, we lie and sleep.

Woody knocks on the tent frame, I wake up, `let's get a shower,

`Ok' and I push Greg off me.

The showers were empty, a guy peeing in the trough and a few trumpet calls from the stalls.

The layout made the showers obscured from the ablutions, more private. We let the water run hot, then stripped off, we had a spigot each but were soon sharing, washing each other. Fuck Greg is so sexy, he's built like a fucking Greek God, like those statues in Italy you see in National Geographic.

I'm chubbing up, Greg sees and weighs my dick in his palm,

`mmm heavy' he says and that's it, I'm at full mast. Woody looks over and laughs,

`what brought that on?',

Greg flexed,

`oh yeah I can see what now', says Woody,

`flex for me, Woody' says Tony,

Woody and Greg have a flex off. Fuck, me and Tony are bone hard, stood, arms over shoulders watching, silent, mouths open as the two studs strut their stuff.

`Now you guys',

We start our routine, Tony puts flashing his pucker in the routine and mock sucking my dick and fucking my hole, so I copy. We watch as Greg and Woody get excited and bone up.

`I can see why you're called Woody now' says Tony and Woody goes for him, I squirt gel over woody and Greg and we attack them, turning it into a soapy, horny, grab ass game.

We hear a shower in a curtained stall start up and we separate and rinse, drying off.

We see the curtain open and it's the guy from reception, he's hung like a horse, about 25, quite a body on him. He says `G'night have fun' as we slip on trainers and run back carrying our clothes and zip up the tent.

The four of us sleep, Greg with Woody and me with Tony.

Morning comes, it's early Woody and Gregg are spooning, Tony and I leave them to it and we piss on the mossy bank. Tony's cute muscly ass turning me on. Let's see if we can swim. We grab our damp towels and shorts.

We see the reception guy unlock the pool patio gate and we are diving in, oh that feels great, I buckle down and swim lengths in the 25 yard pool, Tony tries to keep up and instead he counts for me, I get to 100.

Come on let's find Woody and Tony and see who's nailing who!

TBC