Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness 5 (M/M, anal, camp)
The following story is fiction and contains explicit descriptions of homosexual love-making between consenting men 18-years-old and over, a half hour later in Newfoundland. All characters are fictitious and bear no relation to actual persons living, dead, or sitting in the House of Commons. If reading this is likely to offend you or your reading of this will contravene a federal, provincial, state or local law or bylaw, or if you are under legal age in your jurisdiction, then you are instructed to delete this now.
The guys in this story live in a fictional world where there is no AIDS and no sexually-transmitted diseases, so they don't use condoms. We don't live in such a world. Anyone not using condoms today is an idiot, especially those who think that they can avoid AIDS by sleeping only with young guys. Anyone can be carrying the virus. Always practice safe hot sex.
Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness Part 5: on the Island by polarbearbait@canoemail.com August 2001
The next day Jon and Jean-Guy paddled over to Snake Island, a small lump of land covered with pine trees in the middle of the lake. The camp had built a small dock on the island so that campers could canoe over for hikes or picnics. After fixing the damage that the winter ice had done, Jean-Guy and Jon both stripped off their sweaty shirts to bask in the sun for awhile.
While smoothing some sun tanning oil onto his broad shoulders, the ever-randy Jon quickly turned the discussion to sex. "Man, I never would have believed that studs like you and me could get into a scene like the one we had last night. That was pretty wild. But you know, it was pretty cool having those two little guys go down on us."
"I don' know, Jon. Dat was too weird for me. You know I ham not gay. I never 'ad sex wit' a guy before."
"But, Jean-Guy, that wasn't gay sex for us. We weren't the ones sucking. We were just a couple of horny straight guys getting our rocks off where there are no chicks around. Heck, if Joey and Chris are willing, there's no harm in getting blows from them. Did you feel Chris's hair? It was so soft like a chick's! To me it was just like get sucked by a blonde babe. Just thinking about it now is getting my fuckstick hard again," Jon said, reaching into his tight Adidas shorts to adjust himself.
"Still, you know, I ham not hat ease wit' dat kind of t'ing," Jean-Guy replied, but as he started thinking about the previous night's hot scene, his thick dick started to chub up and he surreptitiously gave his crotch a squeeze through his cut-off jeans shorts.
The quick grab didn't escape Jon's notice, though. "Your mouth says one thing, but your cock says another. I think you got off on having Joey bob on your knob a lot more than you want to admit. I mean, look at us, we're both hot blooded studs. I'm 18, you're 19. Of course we're going to be throwing rods all the time. It's just natural. Do you really think you'd last the summer without getting off regularly? If you didn't take care of your woodies, either your 'nads would explode, or you'd be soaking your sleeping bag in spunk every night."
By now, Jon had adjusted his rapidly extending schlong so it lay across his hip instead of tenting his shorts, and was languorously stroking it through the thin cotton of the shorts. "And you know, a blow-job is always going to be better than jerking yourself off. So why deny yourself the pleasure?"
Jean-Guy had rolled over onto his stomach to hide his growing thickness and put his head down on his arms, faced turned away from Jon, trying to get his mind off the thought of the silken-haired Joey sucking his thick root down his throat.
The throbbing in Jon's groin had become more urgent, and seeing that Jean-Guy was turned the other way, released his monster so that it wouldn't tear his thin shorts to shreds. He didn't want to have to paddle back to camp naked from the waist down and face the ridicule of the others. Jon leaned backed and rested his head on the dock, the pinnacle of male eroticism. The sun glistened on his lightly tanned, toned body. His red athletic shorts were pulled down and bunched under his sizable balls. His ten-inch tool was now fully erect and pointing straight up from his crotch. One hand fondled his 'nads, while the other stroked silently up and down the long pink shaft and tickled the purple head.
"Oh man, I am fucking boned again. I've got to get off or my nuts will explode."
Jean-Guy raised his head and turned to Jon to see him stroking his teenprong. "Tabernacle. Do you 'ave to do dat now? I 'ave seen way too much of your cock since I arrive'. I don' wan' dat t'ing waving in my face every time I turn aroun'."
"Sorry, dude, I just have to blow.... Hey, Jean-Guy, could you help me out? I don't want to wear my cock out with my right hand."
"No fucking way, tapette! I ham not going to touch your dick. You may be able to get the odders to do dat, but not me." Jean-Guy rolled over, and in doing so, the top button of his cut-offs caught on a plank of the dock and popped open. The large bulge in his crotch had grown even bigger.
Remembering how the big Quebecois' resolve had weakened the previous night when his hard-on started to get some attention, Jon got up and squatted across Jean-Guy's muscular bronzed thighs, ripped open the cut-offs and hauled eight- and-a-half thick inches of studmeat out of Jean-Guy straining bikini briefs. As he began stroking the throbbing dick, he said, "It looks like you could use some action, too, guy. Come on, help me out here."
Jon grabbed his own dick in his other hand and pushed forward so that the two big cocks were aligned. He began sliding his hot cock up and down Jean-Guy's steel- hard boner. Jean-Guy first tried to get up, but his hormones took over and he relaxed as the sensations from his groin overwhelmed his resistance.
Jon squirted some tanning oil into one of his hands and slicked up the two throbbing studcocks. He knew that he was getting to Jean-Guy as a gentle moan escaped from the straight hunk's mouth, and pre-come began to ooze out of his eight-and-a-half inch tubesteak. Jean-Guy put his hands behind his head and lay back to enjoy the hand-job that Jon was giving the two of them at the same time.
It was a sight to blow anyone's wad: the beautiful, toned model on top of the beefy, muscular stud, their two big pieces of manmeat squeezed together between Jon's hand, the heat and pre-come from one cock stimulating the other, the sweat pouring off the glistening tanned skin of both naked young men, providing more slickness for their fucksticks to slide in.
"Oh, fuck, dat feels so good! Come on, Jon, stroke my fat cock!"
Jean-Guy, his eyes closed, was building quickly to orgasm, but Jon wanted more. As he heard the canoe-teacher stud's breathing become faster and harder, he hatched his plan. In one sudden movement, Jon lurched forward and pinned Jean-Guy's arms under his legs, grabbed the other stud's head in both of his hands and thrust his 10-inch throbber into the open, gaping mouth.
Jean-Guy's eyes flew open and his face showed his shock at having Jon's hot stud meat in his warm, moist mouth.
"Just go with it, Jean-Guy. I really need this. I'll do you, too, I promise." Jon held Jean-Guy's head tightly and continued pushing his long cock in and out of Jean-Guy's mouth, fucking the wet hole as best he could.
"Fuck, Jean-Guy, this is fantastic. Your mouth is a sexy as Chris's. Come on, suck me, Jean-Guy, make me blow my wad in your mouth!"
Because of their position, and the length of Jon's fuckrod, he couldn't get very much in, but the wetness of Jean-Guy's mouth and the feeling of power that Jon enjoyed fucking the mouth of this muscular stud, was enough to get the studjuice churning in Jon's balls. It didn't take long before Jon's body tensed and the teen come began to shoot up through the ten-inch hose.
"Oh, fuckin' eh! I am coming, man! I'm going to come in your mouth! Ah, ah aaaahhhh!"
Jean-Guy managed to force the jerking cock out of his mouth just in time to avoid have a hot come injection down his gullet. The first blast of studcream hit Jean-Guy in the forehead. The next two streaked through his curly black hair. As Jon's balls began to be drained, gobs of pearly come dropped onto Jean-Guy's tanned, handsome face.
As Jon's orgasm sapped his strength, Jean-Guy was able to push Jon off and stand up. Jon collapsed, exhausted onto the dock. "Whew! That was hot! Thanks, Jean-Guy, you're not a bad cock-sucker, you know. A bit more patience, and I could really get into fucking your mouth."
"I can't believe you did dat to me. Fuck you, maudit anglais." Jean-Guy, his huge staff bobbing in front of him walked to the island end of the dock and climbed down on the rocky shore to wash his face.
"Oh don't wash it off, Jean-Guy, you look so cute with my spunk decorating your face!" Jon taunted. "You look like you just ate a come-filled doughnut and the filling squirted out on your cheeks."
Jean-Guy glared at him. "I will get you for dat, tapette." Jean-Guy kneeled by the lake and washed Jon's hot spermsauce off his face. Getting up from the rocks, Jean-Guy strode purposefully across the dock toward Jon, who was now sitting up and watching Jean-Guy, a contented, post-coital smile on his face.
"Now, it is your turn, Jon. You 'ave to suck me. Dat was your promise."
"Oh, no way, man. I don't suck dick. I just said that to get you to suck me. Haven't you ever made a bogus promise to a chick just to get her in bed? It's like that."
"But dis is not like dat, Jon. I ham not a chick dat you can lie to. I will make you keep your promise." Jean-Guy grabbed Jon's head in one powerful hand and forced it toward his thick meat and Timbit-sized balls.
Jon clenched his mouth shut and turned his face so that Jean-Guy's cockhead bounced along the smooth skin of his face, leaving a glistening trail of pre-come across his cheek. "Sorry, guy, you're out of luck here. You might as well just have a wank, because I'm done."
Enraged, Jean-Guy pushed Jon over on his back, slipped his arms under Jon's legs and hoisted his firm body up so that Jon's weight was resting on his shoulders. "I ham not goin' to let you treat me like of your girls. If you aren' goin' to keep your promise, I will fuck you like you fuck your girls."
Jean-Guy squirted some sun lotion at Jon's pink, virgin asshole, and thrust a finger quickly up his rectum. Jon struggled, but was no match for the muscular Quebecois who held him down with one arm while a finger from the other plunged in and out of Jon's clutching sphincter muscles, loosening and lubricating the young man's
tight hole. Jean-Guy's olive skin stretched taut over the bulging muscles of his arms and powerful legs as he strained to keep Jon down.
"No, you can't do this to me! I'm straight I told you! You can't fuck me!"
"You should 'ave t'ought of dat before you started dis t'ing. You can't back out now."
Jean-Guy slipped his finger out, spat on it and another, and slipped both into Jon's fuckchute. "I t'ink you will like dis once you get used to it. My girlfrien' says it's okay if you are loose enough."
Jon was in shock about what was happening to him, and realized that he had made a mistake in taking advantage of Jean-Guy when the bigger, stronger young man's will-power had been weakened by the sexual stimulation.
"It will be easier on you if we do it de odder way," Jean-Guy said, flipping Jon around quickly onto his knees. Jean-Guy squirted some more oil on his thick cock, and smeared the pre-come that was now gushing from the big head around it, and into Jon's fuckhole. Jean-Guy slid his thick slab of meat up and down between Jon's perfectly round, perfectly smooth asscheeks, the oil from his cock adding more lube to Jon's tight pucker as it glided across.
"Man, just take it easy. I don't want to get ripped apart here, eh? I don't think you can even get that thing in me. It's fucking way too big."
Jean-Guy pressed the tip of his studpole against Jon's quivering, about-to-be- violated hole. "Are you ready for dis? I t'ink you will never forget de day you tried to take advantage of Jean-Guy Tremblay." Jean-Guy smoothly pushed the plum-sized cockhead into Jon's tight lovechannel.
"Oh fuck! Man that's fucking huge! I can't take it!"
The muscular topman leaned forward and pressed his battering ram into the globes of Jon's upturned ass. "Oh but you are goin' to take it, mon ami. And you will enjoy it too!"
Jean-Guy pulled his monster cock out a little, and then pushed it forcefully back in. He was now about an inch and a half into hot young guy beneath him. He paused, remembering how his girlfriend had needed to time to adjust, and then pushed in again.
Jon, resigned to his fate now, focussed on relaxing his ass muscles, and breathing deeply to try to make this as easy as possible. By now, Jean-Guy's eight-and-half-inch fencepost dick was firmly imbedded in Jon, and he began sliding in and out gently, each time pushing a little bit farther in, and adding some more spit or oil every couple of thrusts.
"Tabernacle, you are so tight. Dis feels so good, Jon. I can't wait to get all the way in your sweet ass. Open your ass for me, Jon. Take my big cock into your hole!"
Jon desperately tried to block the image of himself being fucked up the ass by another guy, and tried to think of himself screwing a chick, but the telephone pole wedged deep in his rear-end made it difficult to do that. Jean-Guy had managed to push almost all of his massive manmeat deep into Jon's interior, and was now starting to pick up the pace of sliding in and out.
Jon had adjusted to the new and substantial presence up his bunghole, and despite himself, found his cock beginning to twitch again. Jean-Guy had started to stroke Jon's sculpted pecs and play with his pert pink nipples while holding Jon steady against his quickening thrusts. Jon leaned down to rest on one arm so that he could use the other to massage his lengthening and hardening cock.
"Oh, yeah. Dis is de best. You have a great ass, Jon. You are so hot an' wet an' tight. I t'ink I could fuck your tight ass forever!"
Jean-Guy moved his hands back to massage Jon's supple buns, and slipped one hand under to fondle his own balls. In advertently, his big paw scooped up Jon's hanging teen 'nads as well, and Jean-Guy rolled all four spermspheres around in his hand.
As the sun beat down on the two young studs, and reflected off the crystal clear lake, both broke out in sweat as Jean-Guy drilled his cock in and out of Jon's firm body. Caught up in their lust, these two straight studs began fucking like they had never fucked before. Jon thrust his toned body backward to catch Jean-Guy's powerful drive as he rammed his thick meat into Jon's tender bum. Jean-Guy's thrusts now went almost the full length of his steelpole as he withdrew from Jon's tight ass almost to the big purple head of his fuckstick before ramming it hard back in to the hot channel.
"Come on, 'anglais'. Take my big French dick. You know you want my big dick in your ass! I ham goin' to fuck you so hard you won' sit down for a week!"
Jon's ten-inch sexpole was fully hard again, and drooling pre-come, which Jon used to slick up his long cock. The stimulation of his own wanking, the pressure against his prostate and Jean-Guy's manipulation of his heavy balls had pushed any sense of humiliation or degradation out of Jon's mind and he was actually enjoying the feeling of being anally invaded by the hot stud on top of him.
"Oh! Oh Ooohhhh! I can't believe I am doing this, that I'm getting off on getting fucked by a guy!" Jon moaned.
The wet, tight velvet walls of Jon's fuckchute, and the thrill of dominating the guy who had forced Jean-Guy to suck cock for the first time in his life was bringing the muscular topstud to a climax. His breathing was heavy, his thrusting was frantic, and he grunted each time his huge throbbing staff slid the length Jon's hot, moist canal and hit bottom, rubbing against Jon's never-before-prodded prostate.
"Oh man, I t'ink I ham goin' to come! Taberouette! Unh, unh, unh.... Take my hot load you fucking pretty boy! I 'ave taken your ass now. Now you take my come! UNH!"
As Jean-Guy's grunts reached a crescendo and the muscular Quebecois took a last few long thrusts deep into Jon's hot ass, the seed began to surge through Jean-Guy's thick mancock and shoot deep into Jon's tunnel, coating the insides of his anal cavity with hot studcome in jet after jet of come.
The jackhammering of Jon's virgin prostate by Jean-Guy's big cock, the pounding of Jon's teendick by his own hand, and now the flooding of his anal channel by Jean-Guy's copious come pushed Jon over the edge and with a wail he began to shoot hot manspunk onto the dock, his own pecs, and onto his own chin and cheeks.
Jean-Guy continued to heave as his orgasm subsided, taking long thrusts in and out of Jon's formerly virgin hole, squeezing the four orbs in his right hand and a plump, firm buttock in his left hand. As his orgasm waned, he leaned forward and braced himself against the dock with one big hand, slowly lowering himself on top of Jon. Jon shifted forward and lay down on the warm dock, allowing Jean-Guy to lie heavily on top of him, his throbbing thick cock still imbedded in Jon's hot rectum.
Both of the naked, muscular young men breathed heavily, trying to regain their breath after their athletic bout of mansex, Jean-Guy's face resting on Jon's sweaty, bronze shoulder, and Jon resting his cheek on the rough wood of the dock in a pool of his own jism.
"Dat was great, Jon. I will never forget dat. You 'ave a beautiful ass for fucking."
"I'm not gay, and I don't get fucked in the ass. I guess I have to admit, though, having your root up my ass is pretty hot. Thanks, Jean-Guy, and I'm sorry I made you suck me."
"Hey, it was wort' it to get to fuck you."
Chris passed the binoculars back to Joey and said, "Well, that certainly is a surprising turn of events."
Continued in Part 6 -- The Cook-out