Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 4
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Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 4
Tonks brings the old mower back in his truck, the engine looks shiny, like new, the paintwork is the same though, but all the old matted grass had been removed.
`It's a Coldwell, you don't see many, it was the Cadillac of mowers in the 1960's', says Tonks.
He showed me how use it, to operate the controls, adjust the cut height, `its self powered and pulls away from you if you're not concentrating', he warned me.
Tonks says `here a tip I learned, if you're cutting folks grass don't cut it too short, I'd say keep it on number 4, then their lawn looks its best after you've cut it and in 2 weeks you can do it all again as the grass will start to look too long, and don't sell yourself short, charge just below the going rate. If you don't know what that is ask them what they're paying now and charge the same or a little less',
`Thanks Tonks',
`Good luck son, I'll see if I can get you some local business, oh and the other contraption is a Parker lawn sweeper, the lawns look manicured after a once over with this, I've had it years and never really used it, my lawns too small, see what you can do with it',
I met Smithy and told him my plan.
`Can I go in with you?' He asked,
I didn't want to split the cash so I said `really it's just for one person, what would you do to earn your share?',
He couldn't think of anything so he kicked about and says, it `looks darn hard work anyways'.
He was right, I allocated Sundays. I've got three lawns on Josephine Drive. I charge $20 and usually get $25. I clear the clippings into their compost or green bin, sweep up and take an offered lemonade before setting off to do the next. I stopped mowing on 31st October, and continued through November sweeping lawns of leaves with Tonks sweeper, earning half wages from some and full wages from others.
I opened a savings account at the Exchange Bank on South Boulevard, opposite Pick's, I put the cash in the book and take it in weekly. The women on the counter know me now and try to make me blush as I deposit my money. With the wages from my deliveries, the Garden Center, the tips, and my mowing I'm building up quite a stash for College. I don't tell mom the amount I got, but she knows I'm saving.
`You deserve it, you've worked for it, but some help with your keep would be appreciated.'. She says.
Sure Mom'. I said. Mom made a book to record the payments, I made sure I put $40 in the board book every Friday. I do my own washing, even my sheets if I'd had an accident' in a dream or spurted over the sheet instead of my abs in the morning.
In late November the Garden Centre switched to Christmas mode. I helped clear out the gardening shelves and stock count ready for the Christmas merchandise to be put out. I helped Tonks make a Christmas Avenue through the store, winding around leading to Santas Grotto. The store was loaded with fake trees, lights and baubles to buy, the cafe served winter fare with toasted muffins and spicy Lebkuchen.
I still jogged, I'd added a loop to the run as I was finishing it too quickly, the sprints really work, I'm feeling fit. Then I get home, shower, shit and shave, well not the last one yet, I can see some hairs, `bum fluff' Smithy calls it, he's getting quite a prickly growth on him, and on his chin.
Mrs Smith had invited my mom and me to thanksgiving. We were so excited.
Smithy says we ought to go camping, a weekend away, I say OK, he's planning something, it's getting colder even in CA, the 30c heat of September halves by Christmas.
He says his Dad used to go camping with my Uncle's to Thumb Camp, you drive to Sonoma Recreation center and it's about an hours hike to the lake. Mr Smith said he'd drive us to the rec center straight after Thanksgiving.
We got Mr Smiths tent and erected it in Smithy's back yard, for a tryout making sure our tent flap facing away from the patio.
`So's we can have some cock fun' says Smithy.
We settle down in the tent
Smithy moans `fuck, this ground is uncomfortable', then said.
`Hey, Why don't we get supper then we can zip our sleeping bags into a double and sleep together naked',
My cock leapt at the thought.
He got his camping gaz burner going and brewed a little kettle for instant hot chocolate, we had a sachet of freeze dried Mac and Cheese for supper and easy oats, `just add boiling water', for breakfast.
The yard is private and his folks turned the yard lighting off, we both had a piss in his border and then stripped off, I was as hard as a rail, I'd have cum right then as I watched Smithy pull down his pants watching his schlong snap to his abs. We slithered into the bags, resting on 1" of hard foam. I felt his warmth, his skin, hot to the touch, we snuggled and kissed and wrassled, so hot, I grabbed his dick, he batted my hand away, `no I'll cum right away if you go near it, i'll bet you will too, then we'll have wet cummy bags all night. I got an neat idea my cousins do',
He turned around, on the mat, so his ass was by my face,
You dirty bastard' I whispered I'm not licking your ass',
Shhh' he said just copy me, OK? It's called a 69, ya know like',
and he made a quote marks sign with his fingers
`Fucking hell Smithy' I said as his mouth enveloped my cock, that feels good',
His dick bobbed by my face, precum spewing out, I reached and switched off the camping light and found his shaft to worship.
I sucked and gagged and started again, taking him slowly, deeper in my mouth. I spat him out and sucked one nut at a time, I smelt his musk, it was intoxicating, his nuts smell amazing, a sweet taste too, not unpleasant, getting stronger as my nose pushed into his ass as I stuffed both of his balls in my mouth, his cock spewing more precum.
I spat out his balls and engulfed his shaft in my mouth, he rocked his hips and his cock travelled in and out of my mouth. Short strokes so as not to gag me or slide out, I copied, fuck this was good, I was so close, we both slowed down, and spat the cocks out.
`This is fucking amazing Smithy',
`Yeah, let's see how many times we can pause, make it last eh!'
`No promises from me!', I said.
We started again, I was moaning, `shut the fuck up' Smithy whispered.
He got back down on me, fuck he felt so good. I tapped him and he pulled off, I thought I'd cum but although it felt like it I just shot dust. My twitching cock calmed down as did Smithy's and we went again. Smithy's time to moan, he tapped me,
I kept on sucking him and he shot his load, the sensation sent me over and we writhed, pressed together on top of the sleeping bag swallowing each others seed. I finally stopped spunking.
Smithy gulped my load down `fuck, that was a cup full at least',
I laughed as Smithy swung around and we snogged, sharing cummy kisses. We lay whispering, Smithy describing how he was going to fuck me at Thumbs Camp, all night long, then next night I'd nail him, all night. He'd got it all planned. He raided his pa's top drawer and found lube and condoms.
When his Pa was talking about camping and what to take, his Pa handed him a small paper bag with condoms and a bottle of lube,
Smithy said his Dad said quietly to him `don't just take mine, and when you run out ask me and I'll get you some more. That Smithy spunk of yours will get a girl pregnant at 500 yards, that's what happened to me anyway!'.
`Wow, your Pa is great, have you got the lube now?' I said,
`Naw I hid it in my room, why do you ask?',
`I thought I might try opening you up a little, fingers first', I said
`Now whose a dirty bastard?'
`I'm hard, I could go again, could you too?', I said,
He nodded, `Yeah let's fertilise the lawn',
Smithy unzipped the tent front and we knelt in the moonlight and beat our cocks. I mean it's good with someone else but sometimes you just want to shoot, exactly how you want.
I came first, my huge plume of spunk splatted on the lawn followed by 6 others. Smithy shot 5 plumes on top of mine. I suckled him clean and he reciprocated.
We zipped up, got into the sleeping bags and exhausted we slept until dawn when a cold dew woke me up. I looked across at Smithy, his curls rampant above his soft face, his eyes closed. I though to myself, I now know what you look like in the morning, I squirreled that image away in my memory bank.
I unzipped the bag carefully, slowly and looked at his naked body, his head rocked and he snuffled, I examined him closely, his chest is filling out, his pecs are like saucers on his narrow shoulders, his dime sized nipples, a swath of straggly hair in the shallow valley between them, then smooth until his belly button and his treasure trail, obscured by his erect phallus covering the trail, his messy, curly bush sprouting at the base partially covering his balls and shaft. More images to store away to get me hard on a lonely night.
I bend and kiss his cock rim, right by the little central gap facing me. I pucker up some spit to lubricate my lips, opening my mouth wider to take in the rim and the tip, then feeling the curve of his cockhead slide in my mouth. I start to bob up and down.
`Morning' he whispers and caresses my cheeks as I bob up and down on him, my fingers scratching at his ball sack, he's moaning and his head falls back as he grunts and pushes his cock into my mouth, rocking his hips a little.
I swallow and suck, extracting his semen, not wanting it to drip anywhere, tasting him, 100% Smithy. I sit up and show him my cummy mouth, we kiss sharing.
`What did I tell ya, I knew you'd be a fucking pro cocksucker in two weeks!'.
We heard his mom shout, `breakfast boys'.
I tucked mine away and we dressed.
`Why don't you boys use the shower in Smithy's room and I'll fix your breakfast',
`Thank you Mrs Smith, ma'am',
I said and we ran upstairs. We stripped hurriedly and were in the shower, door bolted, naked with Smithy at my cock, gripping my shaft, his thick lips planted over my slit, like a big fat kiss whilst he pumped my shaft with his hand and had his soapy fingers tickling my ball sack and rubbing my pucker with the other hand.
`Oh, fuck, don't fucking stop, keep going, fuck yes.'
I shot, his lips opened, he pushed lower and they snapped around my rim as he sucked the cum out of me, his lips firm but soft on my cock, my legs went wobbly, my dick grew super sensitive as Smithy just kept on sucking ignoring my pleas to fucking well stop.
I collapsed and sat down on the shower floor. Smithy stood, my cum on his lips, he held his cock and grinned, I knew that grin, he opened his bladder and his morning piss streamed over me, him laughing, directing the blast up my chest from my cock and my minuscule bush, I looked up at him and grinned, he flicked his cock toward my face, the stream followed sweeping over my nose and mouth, fuck he's still pissing, hot, smelly. I stood up and joined in, pissing out, cleaning my spunky pipes, up over his chest.
It stank. Smithy got his pine sports gel and soaped me all over with it rinsing off and I did the same to him. The air sharp with synthetic pine, more like toilet cleaner but better than piss, his shitty ass and cummy cock I suppose.
We dried off in the cramped ensuite and ran into his bedroom and fell laughing on the bed, he got up and threw me a pair of his clean boxers at me, I caught them and I rose my legs high and put them on.
`What a fucking view',
he says as my ass rises and I pull them over my globes.
Show over.
We dress super quick now and run downstairs to oatmeal, honey, juice, and coffee followed by pancakes and bacon. We play on his Xbox until we're called to help set the dining table, we peel the vegetables and arrange the best glasses and silverwear for the special meal.
We packed away the tent and bags carefully. Mr Smith brought one of Smithy's footballs out of the garage and we played catch in the yard, in a triangle, counting how many times we could throw and catch without it touching the ground. Smithy is really athletic, I was seeing a new side of him, stretching high to catch my errant throws.
I could see where he got it from as Mr Smith leapt up to catch one of his wayward balls.
`Sorry Pa',
he said as Mr Smith launched the ball at him hard, winding Smithy as he caught it. Laughing.
We had arranged to go camping straight after our Thanksgiving meal.
Thanksgiving was fun, mom was a star and was asked to say grace, the Smith family were complimentary, mum was being polite as a guest but also useful, collecting dishes, helping serve our end of the table, chiding me for fun.
We layered up for the camp, it gets cold at night. We had minimum provisions. I contributed some out of date dehydrated `space food' and a billy can set that had a damaged label that Tonks gave me.
Smithy took his tiny pan and the gas stove that fitted inside each other to cook it on, and a few sachets of hot chocolate and eady oats and we each had a full water bottle. We carried a foam sleeping mat each, split the tent between us, and getting into Mr Smiths car we sat in the back, it felt like we were being chauffeur driven to the start of the hike. I had my cell but little reception.
We arranged to be at this spot in two days time.
Mr Smith shook our hands and said, `I wish it were a three man tent, have fun guys', he waved and drove off.
Smithy looked at me, beaming `our adventure starts now' he said and grabbed my ass hard.
We put our backpacks on and set off.
We followed the red waymarkers and after walking uphill and over the ridge for an hour or more we saw the lake and the pitches stretched out in the valley bottom.
This is basic camping. We saw A tables and evidence of fires, a steel bbq pit and what looked like a toilet some ways off. One car and a tent were pitched already.
We set up camp further up, still with the lake view but not right next door to them, whoever they are. We managed to fix the tent pegs in the compacted ground with a rock and having set up camp we walked off to find wood and kindling. We found lots of it about on the higher ground, sawn logs too, as if they'd left it by the tree to be burned.
We turned around and the view of the lake opened up, we looked in awe, then our hands fell into each others and we stood facing, holding hands and kissed, our hands parted as we rubbed our bodies together, hands pressing the others faces into each other in a passionate embrace. My cock was a rod of iron and I could feel Smithy's prodding into me.
We separated and laughed, `Fuck where did that come from?' Smithy said,
Pure lust' I said. Let's get a fire prepped for later then I could do with dumping some turkey dinner out', `Me too', said Smithy.
We got the fire ready, it just needed a match to the straws of dry wood to get it going.
We saw the outhouse ahead of us. A single door and a piece of wood with two round holes cut out sat over a long drop. The partition between them had been gone a while, with just the line where the creosote hadn't reached between the two cutouts. I think you were supposed to use one side, cover over and the next person used the other side and so on.
The sign read that you covered your business with soil from the bucket, but it was empty.
'I guess filling the bucket is the first task',
We saw the shovel on a string hanging up and evidence of soil in a wooden hopper, we filled it up. I was getting cramps now, I was more than ready, and took the bucket, ran to the stall, dropped my pants and sat down. Smithy walks in, I laughed,
`you'd better get the fuck outta here unless you want stinking out?'
I let out my logs and groaned. Smithy pulled down his pants sat on the seat next to me, breathed in my funk and shat out his logs, groaning.
I looked, he had a hard on, I laughed,
`You're a fucking weird pervert',
he looked hurt,
`But you're my fucking weird pervert', I said.
He brightened and I leant over and kissed him whilst gripping his beautiful hard shaft.
`Good God it stinks in here' I said, we wiped up on pocket kleenex and pulled up. Then threw soil over the curls and tissue.
Smithy had sanitizer wipes from Mrs Smith, very handy.
We sat in the tent, looking at the lake and watching the light fall.
We heard two guys talking, walking towards us. Older than us, maybe Seniors?
They came over.
`Hi guys, small tent for all of ya, when's your pals coming back, if they've gone to buy booze then Cloverdale is the nearest but they're closed. There's a gas station that has it under the counter but it's a long ways off maybe an hour'.
`No, it's just us two, we hiked',
`Ah, no car, respect dudes, I'm Sam, and this is my pal Stevie',
`Rusty and Smithy',
`Which one's Rusty?' Said one and they both fell about laughing.
`We've just walked the yellow trail, great views, we set off after breakfast, missed Thanksgiving with our folks, awwwww,' then they laughed again.
`Stevie, I'm hungry, what we got',
`We got bacon, eggs, tomatoes, potato cakes, all in the cooler in the car'.
I noticed a cable running to a post with a lamp on it.
`You got a hook-up!',
`Yeah Stevies been my hook up since high school' they kissed lightly, lips puckered exaggeratedly',
I blushed, Smithy unfazed said, `we got space food, keeping it light'. I show him the stash, its corned beef hash or chicken casserole'
`Oh man, that Chicken casserole is to die for, reminds me of Scouts',
`Why don't we pool together, get our very own Thanksgiving party going?',
We nodded, what else could we do, they looked harmless enough. They hauled out their 2 burner gas stove and fry pan from the trunk. They got a big fry pan on one burner and a pan of water heating on the other.
Sam started frying bacon and tomatoes, I opened the sachets of chicken casserole and made it into a soup with the boiling water. We poured it into our billy cans and their cups and sipped at it as the bacon, potatoes and tomatoes fried. Sam then cracked four eggs into the pan and put over a plate as a lid.
`You guys old enough?' Sam said as we ate?
`Dunno, what for?' Smithy said,
`A little fun, if I'm wrong tell me but my guess is you too horn dogs came up her for some fun time together?',
I blushed red, Smithy kept his cool,
`I guess you did too, my guess is you've been smoking weed and fucking your brains out all day',
`Whoa little fella that's quite an accusation, in fact you're spot on, so how about some fun tonight?'
They both giggled,
`What grade are you in' I asked,
`oh were freshmen at SFU. What are you two, you're not seniors, either sophomore or freshmen.'
`Sophomore' Rusty said, I nodded.
`Oh spring chickens', said Sam,
`Cut it out' said Stevie. We ate the meal and Stevie said,
`we got milk',
`we got hot chocolate' I said,
We got rum' said Sam That looks like a good fire you've got there', he kicked a log over to our fire, `let's get your fire blazing and the party started.'.
I looked worried. Stevie said, calmly,
Look guys, My names Steven Berrington, This is Sam Foreman. I'm from San Rafael, Sam is from San Jose, we're both at SFU studying film studies. We're roomies, we, you know, play together, we might be gay, who knows, Sam dates occasionally, I don't. I'm happy to be just friends or have a bit of fun, you're two such gorgeous guys, so fit, what are you swimmers', we nod it would be criminal not to?'.
The water was boiling, I opened the hot chocolate sachets and stirred them into the boiling water, Stevie added milk and the chocolate concoction brewed again. We poured it into cups.
Sam cracked open the bottle of rum and poured a little in ours and his and Stevies.
`Chin chin' Sam said, the older boys laughed.
It tasted of Christmas and warned me through, a soft glow came over me, I leant close to Smithy. Smithy looked at me and rolled his eyes `lightweight'. He said.
I sipped my chocolate slowly, keeping the buzz going.
Sam stoked the fire and we sat on the tent flap, squeezed together, watching the light fade. the heat of the fire blazing keeping us warm.
Stevie poured the rum,
`Just take tiny sips' he said,
I coughed,
`lightweight' said Smithy,
Smithy got a pack of cards from his rucksack pocket. The lube fell out, Smithy's turn to blush, the two guys high fived.
Spot on Stevie, says Sam, this is so going to be a scene in my first movie'.
Smithy stuffed the lube back in the pocket red faced.
`How about strip poker?' Said Smithy, my eyes nearly popped out. I took a bigger sip of the rum.
They laughed, `yeah' we all said,
Smithy dealt the cards explaining the rules for me. If you lose a hand or fold you take a piece of clothing off',
Sam says `and the winner takes a slug of Rum',
`Wild' says Stevie.
We start, I take 3 cards but go bust, Stevie wins has a slug as we take off our sweaters. Then Sam wins, has a slug and we take off our shirts, then Smithy wins has a slug and coughs,
`lightweight' I say,
I take off my vest, showing my chest, Sam gasps. I've lost every round so far. The game continues and Sam is losing a lot now, it's between Smithy and Stevie.
The fires cooling, Sam gets up, puts his boots on and puts a log on the fire then walks farther away and drops his underpants showing his ass and pisses, the firelight picked up his stream forming a golden arc as he turns to show off, he shakes it in full view pulls up and sits back down.
We play on, I'm down to my Hanes, I win a round, take a slug and its Sam's turn, he strips off his boxers and he's now naked, he pushes his feet into his boots and dances around the fire waving his arms about, his cock slapping his thighs and abs as he leaps, then sits back down.
Stevie and Smithy and I are now down to our underwear. We play, I win again, Sam groans,
`I'm never gonna see your meat',
Stevie and Smithy strip and dance around the fire naked. I strip too, the unlikely winner. Sam gets up and we link arms and dance around the fire. Sam takes my hand and takes me to their tent, leaving Smithy and Stevie in our tent.
We kiss and cuddle, its cold, Sam's a bit of a porker, he's not muscular, not fit and I'm having softy issues below, I get up and go for a piss. I hear Smithy laughing, then him say,
`no, you can fuck right off',
and he gets out of the tent, sees me and we hug.
Stevie comes out,
`sorry guys, I crossed the line,',
`yeah, your're not gonna fuck me',
and Sam was out
`and your not gonna fuck me', I said to Sam.
OK guys', says Stevie, it's cold in our tent so far away from the fire, why don't we all just bunk up in yours, we'll dress in boxers and vests, how's that. Maybe a kiss and a cuddle but no more'.
We agree, reluctantly, it seems the most logical. We stoke the fire with wood to `keep bears away', have a last piss and are soon under the covers all heaped on top, me big spooning Smithy, Stevie big spooning me and Smithy big spooning Sam.
Morning comes and we stir, I've my boner in Smithy's crack, I feel Stevie prodding me. I get up and riddle the fire getting it going with kindling Smithy stored in a ziplock bag with the matches and a big wood log and soon it's roaring again. I take a piss and Stevie is at the side of me,
`you're fucking gorgeous' he says,
`so fit, just look at you're body, that rack, those thighs, that chest, that cock, so young, so tempting, ripe, ready to be fucked. Take my advice, let Smithy be your first, you never forget your first.'. I blushed madly.
We kiss lightly and he rubs his hands over my ass and up the deep valley of my back and then pinching my nips he grips a hold of my hard cock. I copy his moves on him, he's bulkier, softer, where Smithy is muscular and sinewy. A body once fit that is starting to lose its definition. His cock feels nice and hefty though, I kneel and take him, blowing him, his is only the second cock I've touched let alone tasted. He taps me, I pull off,
`thanks, it's nice, but you know, that's all Sam's',
He bends down into the tent,
`Come on lover boy, let's get back to civilisation and leave these two to fuck like rabbits.'.
Smithy is standing by the fire warming himself, holding his package under his white Hanes scrunched in his hand, I'm examining his dark tanned cycling legs, thick shins, rippled cyclists thighs, his white midriff, and a `playing out all summer' deep tanned chest and arms. I'm rock hard, but I guess you knew that! I smile, he's not a sex bomb like Abe, but he's funny, trustworthy, great cock, everything a good friend should be.
We watch the two pack quickly, taking down their tent with ease, packing it away in the tent bag, sliding the poles and pegs in a zip bag, rolling sleeping bags, packing their stove, unplugging the hook- up, tidying the cable. They're done.
Stevie comes over with a bag of 2 eggs, a rasher of bacon and fixings. We thank then them, they apologise again and drive off, Sam pressing his bare pale ass against the window and Stevie giving the middle finger out of the drivers side tooting the horn and yelling `losers'.
The sound of the forest increases in volume somehow, the fire crackling, the crunch of burning logs settling, the wind in the trees and the water lapping at the shore.
We dress by the fire, Smithy gets the tiny camping gas cooker going and he fries the bacon in the pan, the fat, hot and sharp as we share it, biting and chewing at the strip until our lips meet. Smithy cracks the eggs over the potatoes frying in the bacon fat, he puts his hand into the bag for tomatoes and instead pulls out a pint of JD with Stevies phone number written on the label. We laugh and stash it in the tent, we devour the eggs and potatoes.
`I need a dump', Smithy says, he takes my hand and we sit together on the wooden seats, the door open, looking out at the lake over the fire. I hear his log fall and I look across at him, grin down and match him log for log. Smithy does a huge noisy fart, we laugh and stand, the smell is not too bad with the door open, we wipe with Kleenex, our soft cocks jiggling as we clean up.
`You're fucking gorgeous Smithy', I say, looking at his swimmers body, and cyclists legs. He beams.
`Come on let's finish here and walk the yellow trail' we toss soil on the turds and close the door,
Why did you close the door?' Smithy asks when we all know bears shit in the woods'.
We quickly fold up the stove and put everything into the inner and zip the outer flaps down. I put a log on the fire with lots of sticks. He holds his hand out, I take it and we walk up the hill through the forest to the peak.
My phone buzzes, fuck I got a signal', I call mom, Happy thanksgiving mom' I say. She says she's missing me and to take care. I take a selfie of me and Smithy, our faces close and send it. Smithy calls his parents and sends a selfie as well.
His Pa says `play safe' you two. We walk across the ridge, with views down either side. After an hour or maybe more we see a path down that looks like it heads along the lake shore back to camp. We take it steady stopping to kiss, to just stand holding hands mesmerised by the view.
Smithy starts kissing me just before we descend on the path, I feel his hand tug my zipper and he's fishing out my semi hard cock. His hands go to my belt and my top button is undone expertly, my trousers are at my knees, he breaks off his kiss and crouching down he pushes his cold hands under my vest and sweater, up my body sending a shiver and making my cock leap as he pinches my nips.
I spew precum, he licks it up and devours my cock, the wind blowing on my ass cheeks, cold around my balls, blowing under somehow. The sun warming my back, the view amazing, of the lake and as I look down the view of Smithy, his unruly curly hair, my cock disappearing in and out of his mouth, his hand gripping my shaft, his other hand beating his own cock. I grunt and spew, my head tossed back looking at the tree tops and the blue sky as I unload and unload and unload.
Feeling the sharp breeze, looking at the view across the lake between the trees I'm entranced,
`It feels like the top of the world' I say.
`Fuck you're a gusher', says Smithy, his face pushed into my pubes as he tries to cope with my thick load spurting from my slit, somewhere in the depths of his soft glutinous mouth.
I finally stop pulsing and he shows me his tongue, coated white and a silver transparent disc of cum and saliva between his lips, if he blew it would make a bubble, we kiss and share the saliva and my cum.
I lower and quickly unbuckle him, pull down his Hanes, his balls fall down, free now from being pushed up. I take his nuts in my hand and grip, and then gripping his shaft, I roughly suck him off, urgently, gagging as I take him deeper then pumping his cock as I recover, his knees bend, he pushes his cock out tensing his ass muscles and pulling out of my mouth he cums and directs his load all over my face, jet after jet of hot cum splashing on my face, forehead, lips, one eye, my nose, he cools off by rubbing his dick up my cheek and at the side of my nose in a channel of his cum.
The last spurts drip from his slit. He pulls me up by my hair and he kisses my cummy face, smearing my cum on his face. We kiss passionately cleaning and swallowing his load, his nutty taste, more savoury than my sweeter nectar, finally he's clean and he says I am. I check and find a glob by my ear and he licks it off my fingers then bathes my ear in his spit.
We buckle up and walk carefully down the incline to end at the lakeshore after an hours zig zag decent. We walk the shore path, that's getting more defined now. We spot our fire in the distance, we get to the camp and the fire is just embers and smoke. I quickly rekindle it getting it roaring.
It is early evening. The fire builds, I see Sam and Stevies stash of wood and roll the logs over. Looks like more than enough for the evening.
Smithy boils the water and we have the sachets of out of date food donated by Tonks; `Buzz Favorite Corned Beef Hash', followed by the hot oatmeal and honey that was supposed to be for breakfast, but were so hungry it didn't last that long.
'oh I'm full, I say pushing out my belly, rubbing it in exaggerated circles. We flip back on the covers, laying on our bellies, resting on our elbows, looking at the fire, `Smithys almost good looking in the right light, I think.
Smithy finds the rum and cracks it open, he sits and takes a swig,
`Bahh, that's burning good',
I take a swig, `Fuck, thats good',
I felt the rum light up my insides, the warm glow invaded me. I got up to piss, holding out my hand for Smithy.
We both pissed in the firelight, our flows crossing and merging. Smithy tried to write Rusty getting to `Ru'.
We stripped off, the fire hot, burning hot on our chests and fronts, our butts cold sat on the bed mats. I took a swig of rum and pulled Smithy's face to mine, we kissed and I spit the rum into his mouth, he moaned and kissed me harder, pulling me in closer, he fell back and I was above Smithy, kissing him, my ass facing the fire, warming up beautifully, even warming my balls, what a feeling, Smithy flipped me,
`After a minute of kissing me, brushing my bangs off my face he says,
`Oh fuck, my balls are burning' he says,
I turned over and raised my butt up next to Smithy's, side by side, touching hips, the fire lighting up our asses.
Smithy reached under me and grabbed my hard shaft and yanked it down towards my knees,
`What are you doing?' I said.
`Open your legs' he said.
He pulled my shaft through my legs and then he pushed my balls through. I closed my legs tight. He did the same, the fire now radiating heat over our asses and cocks.
`Fuck, what a feeling', I said as Smithy said,
`Wait till you feel this, you ready?' He asked
`What for?' I asked as I felt a trickle of cold lube on my pucker making me twitch my pucker pull in and push out,
`Oh fuck' I moaned as the lube ran down my shaft and around my balls, warming rapidly. Smithy massaged my cock and balls with the lube, I moaned again, what a feeling, I was harder than I've ever been, my cock was bursting.
Then the surprise, he pushed his finger into my hole. It traveled in smoothly on the lube. My cock leapt, a bell clanged in my head as his finger pressed on something, he repeated this, as he massaged my cock with his other hand.
`You sure you're ready?' He asked again,
`Yeah' I replied,
I felt more lube and a second finger slide in,
I groaned as my ass hole stung momentarily, like it was being ripped then settled to a fullness as that button was pushed again, like a light coming on in my head, off and on, as his fingers slid in and out, the squelching sound adding to the eerie night, the crackling fire, the waves lapping and wind in the trees.
My ass burned, and burning more now as a third finger opened me wider.
`I'm ready, I trust you' I said.
Smithy says
`I'll take it slow, just like how my cousin showed me',
He pulled out his fingers, the oil seared hot on my ass cheeks. I felt so lonely, alone somehow and was suddenly cold as his body put me in shadow of the fire. I heard the lube pump squirt and a coldness on my hole then warmth as his finger pushed in and out, then what felt like a cucumber at my hole.
`It's too fucking big' I said,
`Relax buddy, your fucking logs are way thicker than my dick, of course it will go in, you just gotta get your asshole to adjust, now push down like you wanna push a log out',
`Really?',
`Yes really, you won't actually shit one out Bud, it just makes your hole relax',
`Ok Coach' I said,
`You wish' he said, we laughed then my laugh turned to a
`Fucking hell that hurts',
as he pushes in. My bearing down helped and the pain lessened as he stopped to rest,
I could feel his dick in me, stretching me out,
He tapped, I said OK and he slid in this time, his pubes tickled my ass.
`Fuck, you feel so great, I'm having trouble keeping still, I want to fuck you like a rabbit!'
He rocked slowly. I grimaced in pain.
`I wish I could see your face' I said,
`Yeah the fires burning my fucking ass too, how about we try in the tent?',
I agreed and moaned as he pulled his cock out. He felt at my soft cock. I turned and laid on my back on the bed mat. I watched him put more logs on the fire, arranging them with a stick sending sparks flying, his cock rigid, his body glowing.
His face is lit golden in the reflected amber glow of the fire as he kneels and lifts my legs, I shuffle my ass closer to him and I hold my legs back, I feel more lube and that fucking cucumber is at my gate again, I bore down and miraculously he slides in, his eyes dancing, watery, his face covered with `that' leery grin.
He slid in, then pulled out and slowly fucked me. His body flexed and his abs crunched as he rocked in me, my hole on fire, burning, a fullness came over me, a completeness, the removal of something missing, like I'd been missing this feeling all my life and now I wasn't.
I grinned at the disgusting sound of squelching, he was really ramming me now, his head lolled back, the amber backlight making his curly hair look as if the edges were on fire. He leant over me and grunted and pulled his cock out as I watched it spurt up my chest, his balls grazing my soft worm like cock as his rampant dick shot his spunk all over me.
`you're fucking beautiful',
he yelled as he laid above me, his arms in a press up and kissed me, licking up and feeding me his white ropes, now melting in the heat, running like tears down my body, pooling on the bed mat.
He squished into me, rocking his soft belly abs from side to side smearing the cum, his full weight on me, him smiling,
`fuck that was good, you were so good',
he said through a laugh. He sat up,
`Piss time' he said.
He held out his hand and I grabbed it watching his muscles flex as he pulled me up. His cock in a semi, the lube glistened, we faced the fire, held hands and our cocks in the other and pissed into the fire, the steam rising, smelling.
He grabbed my cock, I was hard in three pumps, he kept pumping, he kissed me, his hand brushing my nape as I shot high between us, he knelt and licked up my cum from my body, his cats tonge working fast and methodically cleaning me up, finally at my cock sucking me clean, my abs pulsing and tensing up as he excited my sensitive cock.
We passed the rum and took a swig each and rinsed out our mouth's spitting it into the fire, the flames rising.
Smithy zippered up the mesh flaps and lay at my side, I turned to be little spoon, I fell asleep as Smithy cuddled me.
TBC