THA HALLER by Jamito
Every year during my summer vacation, I would spend one month in the country with my grandparents. They had a very big spread in Kentucky. Over hundreds of years, this creek had cut an acre wide gouge through the middle of my grandfather's land. Over 25 acres of his land was the wooded area surrounding this creek. We called it "The Hallow," pronounced "Tha Haller". My cousins and I would spend hours roaming and exploring these woods. We could be just inside the edge of the trees and scream to the top of our lungs, and no one could hear anything. It was a young boy's paradise.
I had two cousins, both within a year of my age. Gordon was the oldest and the tallest with black hair, dark skin and dark brown eyes. His chest was bare expect for a patch of black hair in the center of his pecks and a small trail from his navel that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. He was almost one year older than me.
Randel was one year younger than me. He was very shy with light brown hair and very light blue eyes. We called him wolf-boy (even though he had no body hair at all yet), because his eyes were almost white in the bright sunlight. I was 16 years old with blonde hair and green eyes. My chest hair was blonde, stretching from nipple to nipple and ran all the way down to my pubic patch.
We all had hard, well-toned bodies that most teenagers take for granted. I loved the water and belonged to a swim team at my school in the city. My coach was relentless on practice that made every muscle in my body hard and well developed. I had a smaller build than most of the other boys on the team. My shorter arms and legs were a disadvantage that I overcame by building more strength and speed.
Gordon and Randel had a make-shift gym that they had built together in my uncles hay house. In the country you have to make do with what you have. They had used everything from brake drums to inner tubes to create all the various weight exercises. Both of them had been working out daily since the age of 13. Their bodies were sculptured to perfection. Country cookin' and hard work was building two very strong and solid bucks.
Our normal trips to the hallow usually lasted about 4 to 6 hours. We would pack a small lunch, usually bologna & cheese sandwiches and a plastic milk jug filled with water frozen solid would supply us with cold drinking water as it slowly melted. Then we would set out across the freshly plowed field disappearing into the trees at the edge of the Haller.
On this morning however, we had talked my grandmother into letting us spend the night. Yes, camp out in the hallow. I'm sure that she only agreed because she was so sure that we would get tired and hungry after a few hours and high tail it back home. Her attitude only made us all the more determined to do it.
*** PAUSE ***
We spent all day preparing our homemade backpacks. Trying to furnish them with every comfort we could cram in. Our supplies were a flashlight that only worked if you hit it on the bottom just right, a pocket knife for carving our names in trees, one of my uncles Bic lighters, a pillow each, two jars of peanut butter, one jar of jelly, a loaf of wonder bread, a box of saltines, a butter knife, a bar of soap and three old blankets. We divided the items evenly between us according to weight and set out across my grandfather's tobacco field.
We had to climb at least four fences between the barn and the edge of the woods. Before we could even reach the first fence we had stopped three times, first to take off our shirts, then our shoes, and finally to roll up our pant legs. The sun was beating down without a cloud in the sky. The freshly plowed earth was warm and soft under our feet. We soon learned that if we twisted our feet outward as we took each step, the ground just under the surface was cool and damp. We were three young men heading into the wilderness, as free as the wind, feeling great, throwing dirt clods, laughing and joking all the way.
As we reached the edge of the trees I turned to look back. The barn was so far in the distance I could only see the roof. I thought to myself, we could do anything we want out here and no one would ever see or hear us. This was a wonderful feeling for a teenage boy to have. Boys' lives are often filled with, 'No, you can't ... or No, because I said so...'. Having complete control over your own actions felt like heaven on earth.
Just inside the woods we stopped at this huge boulder to put our shoes back on. Gordon was complaining about the heat and pulling at his jeans button.
"Hey guys, how about if we take off all our clothes and hide them here." Gordon proposed with a dare in his voice. "We could spend the whole time naked like the Indians, and tomorrow on our way home we would put them back on before crossing the field to home."
After thinking it over briefly, we all began to strip down. Randel's dick was the longest and fattest of the three, but mine was the only meat that was cut. Gordon's cock was bigger than average size and perfectly shaped. The rush of fresh air caused each of them to swell slightly. My exposed cock head was the first thing Randel noticed as we hid the clothes and tied our shoes.
"Your skin is pulled back tight and you're not even hard." Randel said pointing at my crotch.
"He's been cut." Gordon replied in know-it-all tone of voice.
"Just wait till you start taking showers in gym class. You're gonna see a lot more dicks like this." I said.
"Did it hurt a lot when they cut it?" He asked with squinted eyes.
"No, dumb ass." I snapped. "They do it when you're a baby, sometimes before you even come home from the hospital."
Randel, looking both curious and sympathetic, followed in behind Gordon as we set out deeper into the woods with our cocks swinging free between our legs. The climb down to the creek was not easy. The trick was to grab one small sapling tree after another like a monkey changing vines. This way gravity does most of the work.
About half way down Randel yells out, "Ouch! Fuck, man! Watch out were you swing those branches."
Gordon was in the lead. As he let go of each branch, they would snap back at us. This time it had hit Randel in the crotch. His bitching only caused Gordon to pop us more with tree limbs. Suddenly, this became a game. Each of us trying to make it to the lead so we could be the one to snap branches at the others.
Laughing all the way down the hill, we soon reached the creek at the bottom. It was obvious by all the red welts on Randel and me that Gordon had won that game. As we inspected our injuries, Gordon scooped up some mud and began to rub it on our scratches. The cool wet mud gave us instant relief.
"This is how the Indians did it." Gordon said as he smeared the black paste all over Randel's dick. Carefully, Gordon kneeled in front of him and rubbed the goo over his flat hard stomach. Slowly working his way down to Randel's balls, Gordon's pecker began to stiffen between his legs. I reached down and scooped up some mud and began rubbing it on Randel's back and ass. He just stood there enjoying all the attention.
As we each messaged the next, we were all looking at one another as if to say, 'I won't tell anyone if you won't.' Without a single spoken word, a pact was made between us. I thought to myself, this is just three virile, handsome and horny young men giving and receiving pleasure. The silent agreement would be the beginning of a wonderful summer vacation.
Randel's long cock was soon fully erect and pointing straight up. It's incredible length reaching all the way to his navel. Squatting down behind Randel, I reached through his legs and messaged some mud into Gordon's now rock hard dick. His shaft felt hot as the cool mud squished between my fingers. My rod was stiff and in need of some attention as well. Randel turned and squatted down in front of me jacking my fat cock with long full strokes. I was so horny. I could feel the cum welling up in my balls. Gordon grabbed Randel by the arm and raised him to his feet. Standing in a circle facing each other, we jacked one another off in a circle jerk. In a matter of moments we each exploded our load almost simultaneously. I came with such force, my cream covered Gordon's wash board abs. I watched as Randel smeared the cum all over Gordon's stomach.
"Damn, that felt great." I said. "My scratches don't hurt at all now."
"I have never shot like THAT before." Randel said in a shaky voice. "My legs feel kinda wobbly now."
"Don't worry," Gordon replied. "That's the sign of a great orgasm. It will go away in a minute."
We continued walking down the rock bottomed creek still covered with the dried mixture of mud and cum. It made me feel like an Indian. As kids we used to find wild berries and crushed them into paint for our faces, but we had not done anything like that in years. It was as though we had step through a time machine, taking us back 5 years. We were all acting like 10-year-olds.
Suddenly I snapped back to reality. "What if someone sees us like this?" I said.
"Who is going to see us? This is private property." Gordon replied as he pranced, proudly splashing with each step.
"You know that adults never come down here. They would never make it back out." Randel said. "Besides, Grandma knows were we are, and that we are staying all night."
"Yeah, you're right." I said, slipping back to childhood.
Gordon described the place that we are going to make our camp. It was a place called, The Devil's Stairsteps. I had only been as far as 'The Fifth Fallover' because if you went any further you would not make it back before dark. The hollow was divided by its waterfalls. We called them fall overs. Each fall over was bigger and higher than the one before. The Fifth Fallover had a good sized lagoon at the bottom with a rope rigged from a tree for swinging out over the water and dropping. The Devil's Stairsteps was the sixth and final Fallover on my grandfather's land.
"Is there a rope at The Devil's Stairsteps?" I asked.
"Yeah, me and Randel put it up last year. It's a lot better than the other one." He said smiling.
After walking for another 30 minutes, the creek suddenly came to an end. The solid rock simply stopped and the water was pouring over it's edge. As I walked over to the edge of this cliff, I looked down to a straight drop-off of at least 100 feet. Over the years the water had formed a deep lagoon at the bottom. It looked as though God took a huge ice cream scoop and cut a cavern out of the trees. The sun shown brightly on the water below. It was an oasis in the middle of nowhere.
As we walked around the edge of the fall over, it gradually began to slope down with slight traces of a path created by others before us. I stood at the bottom of the cavern and looked up to were we had been standing. At the very top of the falls it was 2 or 3 feet of solid rock, but underneath, the earth was eroded out to make a wide cave behind the water fall. This cave extended all the around both sides of the waterfall.
"This is GREAT!" I yelled over the sound of falling water.
"How are we going to get up there?" I asked.
"There is a trail over here." Gordon replied.
We followed him up this narrow path in the edge of the cliff. It was a little damp in the cave, but dry enough to start a fire. After arranging all our supplies, we grabbed the soap and headed for the falling water. The sun glistened on our hard bodies as we washed off the mud an cum. For the first time, I could stare at the other dicks in the shower without a worry of being caught. And stare we did. Each watching the other rub the soap from head to toe. Gordon and I even began to pose and model jokingly. I was bending over and rubbing the soap up my ass crack. Gordon was stretching out on the rocks and lathering his balls like he was posing for Hustler or something. Randel did not pose, but he did get a raging hard-on as he watched our show. If Gordon and I had not been in the cold water which kept our members from growing, I'm sure another session would have occurred.
After the shower we set out in three different directions looking for fire wood. Tromping through the woods wearing only my shoes was making me horny again. I was hoping that more fun would happen later. The more I thought of those two hard cocks shooting streams of cum all over my stomach, the more the blood rushed into my pecker.
Soon I had a full boner and was not paying to much attention to were I was going. Just then, I heard a noise out in front of me. Slowly I walked towards the sound. In the distance I could see Gordon laying back on a fallen tree. Cock in hand, he was slowly working the soft foreskin back and fourth over the head. His breathing was heavy and he was moaning softly. He did not see me behind him. I stood quietly and watched him rubbing his pecks and pinching his nipples. The pre-cum on the tip of his hard cock glistened in the streaks of sunlight breaking through the trees. As softly as I could, I began jerking on my own cock. He gently squeezed the long foreskin over the tip to capture as much pre-cum as he could. Putting his fingers in his mouth, he licked and sucked them clean. Suddenly he sat up spotting me behind him.
"Why are you sneaking around?" he asked. "I have nothing to hide."
"I'm not sneaking. I was just watching and learning." I replied with a smile.
"If you really want to learn come over here and sit down." he motioned patting the tree next to him. "I will teach you everything I know." he said with a grin.
Gordon was not that much older than me, but I could tell that he had been `around' a lot more than me. He often bragged about different girls he had fucked. I had not even fingered a girl yet. So I knew that when he told me this, I was in for a serious lesson.
"Have you ever sucked a dick before?" he bluntly asked.
"No way." I snapped.
"Has anyone else ever sucked your cock?" he asked.
"No. The first time anyone else touched my dick was earlier today."
"Well, I'm going to teach you how to suck cock. It feels like nothing you have ever felt before. I will suck you first, then you can suck me." he said.
"Okay,... I guess."
He moved me around, as though he was posing a G.I. Joe. I was lying back with one leg on each side of the huge tree. Facing me, he straddled the tree like it was horse. He bent forward to my hard and ready cock and slowly began to lick the head. His tongue was hot and wet as he gave my cock a spit bath. The juices ran down the shaft to my balls. Following it down, he began biting and sucking my ball sack. Shots of tingles were shooting up and down my spine. My dick was twitching, lightly smacking my stomach. I actually thought I would pass out from the pleasure, but soon the sensation subsided a bit as he moved his attention back to my shaft. Taking the head into his mouth, he began to suck. With each stroke his mouth moved farther and farther down, inching his way to the base. I was amazed that he could put my entire cock in his mouth. My head was spinning with pleasure. As his nose buried into my bush, my entire body went stiff. Before I could say a word, I came down Gordon's throat. It felt like I would shoot forever. I watched as he milked me dry, swallowing every drop.
"Now it's your turn." he said smiling. "Just lick it like an ice cream cone and be careful with your teeth."
He laid back on the tree and pointed his dick straight up in the air. I leaned forward until his huge cock was inches from my mouth. What a big beautiful dick he had. As I slowly slid back his foreskin, the head was pale red and smooth. I put my mouth around it sucking gently. The flavor matched the musky smell so familiar to me from the locker room at school. Gordon placed his hand gently on the back of my head, pushing the thick cock deeper into my mouth. I began to gag a bit as the head pressed gently against the entrance to my throat. After a few more deep strokes up and down, I started feeling more relaxed and confident. I forced the ridged pole deep into my mouth. With my lips wrapped tightly around the base, I felt the girth enter my throat.
"Ahhhhgawd, take every inch of my big cock. I'm gonna make you a pro cocksucker." he moaned.
I held it deep in my throat for a few more seconds, determined to take all of this huge meat at once. My throat began to relax. Soon I had learned how to breathe through my nose.
"Oh shit man, you do that very well for a beginner." he said softly as I worked his cock in and out of my throat, twisting my head slightly as my lips slid up and down.
"I'm ready to cum! Oh fuck, I'm ready! Do you want to take your first taste?"
As I groaned a "um hum," I could feel his cock swell and harden even more. It felt like it had doubled in size. My mouth was stuffed with man meat and I was loving every minute. The second before he shot, I took the entire shaft deep into my throat once again. His cum blasted from the tip. I could feel my throat muscles tighten as the hot load poured in. I pulled back a little so I could taste the cream on my tongue. I liked the salty taste. My cheeks bulged as he continued to fill my mouth with his load. Swallowing over and over again, I licked up every drop. I cleaned that prick from top to bottom.
"You're a natural born cocksucker, boy. If only my girlfriend could suck dick like you." he complimented.
"You're a good teacher." I replied.
"We had better find Randel."
"I bet he fell asleep in the cave." I said. "Let's grab the wood and head back."
"Okay, let's go."
*** PAUSE ***
As we approached the cave, Randel was already perched up in the tree with the rope in his hands. "Hey, look ya'll! Last one in is a dickhead!" he shouted.
Gordon and I ran for the water, both jumping in at the same time. The three of us relentlessly took turns,... climbing the tree,... swinging over the water,... and dropping into the cool water,... over and over for at least an hour. The freedom of not wearing any clothes was now becoming a natural thing. I found myself dreading the return trip the next day. I dreamed of what it would be like to stay here for ever and live off the land like the Indians. No pressures from society telling us how we should act or dress or talk or even who we should have sex with. No one to put labels on our actions or ideas.
Finally, one at a time, we each reached the point of exhaustion and climbed up to the cave. Randel unrolled the blankets and spread them out on the smoothest spot he could find. I gathering some large stones to put around the fire while Gordon dug a hole and stacked the wood in a tee-pee shape. Our little camp site was really shaping up.
The sun had gone down and the breeze became colder by the minute. Once the fire was burning nicely, we all scrambled to the make-shift bed. We had no clothes to put on, so we decided to share one blanket to make the most of our body heat.
"The Indians used to sleep with dogs to keep warm during their hunts," Gordon said as his teeth chattered loudly.
"We don't have a dog, but with three giant cocks like ours who needs em?" I laughed. With Gordon in the middle, Randel and me snuggled him from both sides. In minutes our chattering teeth subsided and everyone was sound asleep.
The next morning about 5:00 a.m. the sun starting peeping through the tree tops. I was the first one to wake up, with my normal raging rigid hard-on. I had to piss like a race horse. Quietly slipping away from the tangled arms and legs, I dashed over to the edge of the drop-off and released the pressure. The cold morning air was making my ball sack tighten. I stood there, half awake, half asleep with my eyes closed pissing forever. Then I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Randel standing next to me draining his monster. We both watched as the steam slowly rose upward from the streams of warm liquid.
"I saw you and Gordon in the woods yesterday," he said quietly. Suddenly I was wide awake. For the first time since we shed our clothes, I was worried. Was he grossed out? Was he going to anyone?
"Exactly what did you see?" I whispered back.
"I was right behind you the whole time. I thought for sure that Gordon had seen me behind the tree, but since he didn't say anything I figured that he didn't want me to join in."
"Shhhhhh!" I whispered. "Grab that blanket. Let's go over to the fire. I'm freezing. We don't want to wake Gordon." I piled some leaves and straw into the fire pit. The embers where still hot enough to get it going again. Randel brought over the blanket and we wrapped it around the both of us.
"What was it like?" Randel asked out of the clear blue.
"What was what like?" I could tell that he was not going to let this go.
"You know, getting sucked off," he said with a grin.
"It felt real good," I said with a smile.
"Will you suck my dick? I am hard already. Here, feel." he said as he placed my hand on his huge pole. It was warm and soft with a trace of pre-cum at the tip. I just could not resist an offer like this.
"Okay, but you have to watch Gordon and if he wakes up, warn me." I said acting as though he had talked me into it. I pulled the blanket over my head and dived for that massive piece of meat. I Lapped the pre-cum from the tip. As I wrapped my lips around the head Randel let out a moan of pleasure. I was in a very awkward position. I managed to wiggle around under the blanket until I had full access to every inch of this young virgin crotch.
Randel was incredibly huge, especially for his age. I tried to push the head down throat, but it was simply too fat. Sucking like crazy on the half that would fit into my mouth, took my own 8 inches in hand. I stroked my stiff meat as my head bobbed up and down under the blanket. Faster and faster I sucked until Randel's legs began to tighten. I knew that he was ready to blow. This made me try even harder to fit more of his meat down my throat.
Without any warning, Randel locked both of his hands around the back of my head and forced every last inch all the way down my throat. I could feel stream after stream of hot cum exploding from the tip. His entire body was tensed and hard. I placed my hand on his abdomen to try and push my way off, but his grip was too tight. His spasms soon ended and his body went limp. As he laid back pulling the blanket with him he completely uncovered me. I reached for the blanket just as Gordon sat up.
"Are you horny bastards starting without me?" he said in a groggy morning voice. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and stumbled to the edge of the cliff to take his morning piss. Stretching his arms above his head with a morning hard-on, he started to piss without touching his cock. A strong heavy stream poured out. Never reaching down for his meat he locked his hands behinds his head and began stretching. Legs apart, leaning backwards with that hard cock pointing straight he was still unloading a steady stream. Randel and I could only sit and stare at this beautiful statue of a man. His muscles bulged and rippled in the morning sunlight. His skin had a slight reddish-brown tint from the sun the day before.
Walking to the fire and holding his arms out over the flames, he casually said "You guys woke me from a great dream. I was just about to get my rocks off."
"What was the dream about?" I asked.
"All I remember is that my fat dick was in a hot, wet place. And you fuckers woke me up." he replied. "And since it's your fault I didn't get off--" Suddenly he took two steps toward me until his semi-hard cock was right in my face. Grabbing my hair with one hand and guiding his dick into my mouth with the other he said, "You guys are going to get me off."
He rammed his meat deep down my throat. Because it was not all the way hard, I could easily bury my nose in his patch soft curly pubic hair. As he forced my head back and forth on his prick I felt his heavy nuts banging against my chin. I felt it slowly growing. "Suck my big cock. I'm gonna ram my prick all way down your tight throat. You fuckin' woke me up and now your gonna pay." He was trying to act like he was pissed-off, but I could tell this was just an excuse for me to suck his cock. I didn't mind. I still had not come and my nuts were ready to blow without me even touch my shaft.
"Get tha fuck over here Randel. You are as much to blame as he is. Crawl over here between my legs and suck his hard cock!" Gordon barked. Randel had never sucked dick before, as far as I knew. I was watching out of the corner of my eye to see what his reaction would be. He hesitated at first, but Gordon kept barking out orders and finally Randel slowly started crawling toward us.
"Come on, can't you see how hard his fat cut prick is? Put your mouth around it and suck it." Gordon snapped. Randel, down on all fours between Gordon's legs, followed his orders and wrapped his soft lips around the head of my throbbing cock.
"Get it good and wet Randel," he said. "I want you to suck on that rod till he blows!"
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Keep sucking, both of you. Randel is going to learn how to swallow cum just like you did yesterday," he said as he forced his cock back into my willing mouth. The cum was welling up inside of me. I could not hold it any longer. I reached down and wrapped my hands around the back of Randel's head. As my cream rocketed out of cock I fucked his face, shoving my dick deep into his virgin mouth.
At the same time Gordon leaned back and shouted out, "Ahhhrgawd! Oh shit, yes!" as he came in my mouth.
I didn't release his cock right away: I waited until my mouth was full, savoring the taste. Allowing a few drops to dribble out of the corner of my lips and then swallowing the rest of the load in one slow gulp. Suddenly, I stood up and began kissing Gordon. Forcing my tongue into his mouth, ensuring that he got a good taste of his own juices.
He started kissing me back very hard. Pressing his cum-coated tongue hard against mine with his thick his cock still dripping. We stood there locked in a strong embrace for what seemed like forever. As we finally broke the kiss, Randel said, "I'm hungry," in a matter-a-fact way, paused for a moment and then busted out laughing.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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