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The Joys of Outdoor Life ...
There are three tramping trails around Lake Waiporati and, with blessing of our parents, Tim Parker and I decided to do the five day walk which took us up into the mountains beyond the lake. At sixteen we were already experienced trampers having gone on several family and school walks, but this was our first 'by-ourselves' tramp so we planned everything meticulously.
We'd done the walk before with Tim's family the year before so we knew the terrain and what to prepare for. We didn't need cumbersome bloody tents because there were four huts along the way. The huts were really basic with three double bunkbeads and an open fireplace. We had a couple of billycans to boil water and cook food, toiletries (my mother insisted on me taking soap, deodorant and toilet paper ... I didn't use any of them until the last day ...).
Looking back on it all now, I realise that our families regarded this as some sort of 'coming-of-age' ritual. For me and Tim it was a chance to get outdoors where we loved to be, to escape from our families for five long summer days, and to fuck each other senseless.
We'd been friends since before we were born. We were born within a month of each other and, since our families owned adjoining farms, we were often hoisted over to one neighbour or the other as the demands of farm-life dictates. Tim and I practically grew up as brothers.
We shared our first cigarette together at the age of seven round the back of the haybarn ... jerked each other off at the age of eleven ... and two weeks later we were sucking each other off. We even shared an unweaned calf to suck us off, and fucked our first sheep together ...
Happy days ...
By the age of thirteen we both decided this was way too much fun so livened it up even more by regularly screwing each other up the arse. The first time was a bit of a disaster. Tim's arse was too tight, my dick was too dry ... Then I realised we needed lubricant - like the stuff my Dad used on a ewe or cow for a breached birth.
The next time Tim and I were alone together I produced the lube. Tim decided that since it was my idea, I should be on the receiving end. He slopped that goop all over his dick and, as I bent over an old broken fence, even started to work some of it into my arsehole. Tim had never even touched my arsehole before. Somehow we evolved from sucking cock to fucking arse in one huge leap. But I sure as hell knew that it felt damn good as he wormed his slimy fingers into my shithole.
"What's it feel like?" he asked, tickling my hole, easing one, two fingers deep inside me.
"Dunno," I remember saying. "Weird. But I fucking like it ... I think."
"Want me t'fuck you?
"Yeah," I said. "Go on then ... just go easy, eh?"
As he pulled three fingers out of my arse he eased his dick inside ...
Readers, it hurt.
It felt like he'd taken a knife and stabbed me! Fuck! I yelped and lept forward, trying to escape that pain but Tim had grabbed onto my hips and kept slowly plunging inch after excrutiating inch into me until I felt his body press against my arse and I knew he was fully inside.
"Aaw fuck!" groaned Tim. "That is so fuckin' good! You're way tighter than that fuckin' sheep ..."
Through the pain I managed to grit my teeth and say, "Take it out ... fucking hurts ... easy though ..."
"Shit! Sorry!" said Tim and he started to slowly withdraw his dick.
Somewhere during that withdrawal something 'pinged' in my head. It also pinged in my dick and my arsehole.
Readers, it was gooooooood .....!
"Fuck!" I yelped.
"Oh, shit," said Tim. "Sorry, I'm trying to ease it out but ..."
"Put it back in me," I wailed. "Quick! Fuck me!"
As Tim started, slowly, tentatively at first, sliding his dick in and out of my hole, we both realsied that this was something we would have to do a lot more of...
And now we were sixteen and planning our first tramp together.
For the last year or so Tim and I had been playing piss games as well. Pissing on each other, drinking, swallowing. We'd been inspired by a huge Clydesdale horse that Tim's dad owned. Fuck! could that thing piss!
"I can piss that much," Tim had said.
"Bullshit," I replied.
"I fuckin' can," he taunted. "Watch!"
He hauled his dick out from his jeans and started pissing, right next to me. I'll admit it was an impressibly strong piss but it was fuck-all compared to a fucking Clydesdale and I told him so.
"All right," he challenged, "you do better!"
Grinning, I hauled out my dick and starting pissing on the ground in front of me. Suddenly I swung my dick upwards and to my left towards Tim, leaving an arc of piss across his t-shirt. He jumped away quickly.
"You bastard!" he laughed. "Don't fuckin' piss on me!"
I grabbed hold of my still-pissing dick and, grinning like a fool, started in towards Tim. He started running, whooping and hollering, with me trying to catch him with my piss flow ...
Happy, happy days!
My parents dropped us off at the start of the trail and we headed out on the initial seven-hour slog to the first hut. We met a couple of groups who were coming out of the walk - a group of three young French tourists and a family group from Canterbury.
That first walk took us around part of the lake edge and then up into some stunning lush native forests. At one stage the path takes you along a cliff edge where you can look down on the whole lake. The both of us stood there, gasping from the physical exertion of climbing to the cliff top.
"Fukkit!" said Tim, enjoying the spectacular outlook. "Look at that. That is one fuck of a view."
"Wanna drink my piss?" I replied.
There in the middle of the trail, Tim immediately knelt down while I released my dick. He locked his lips around the head and, with practised ease, happily swallowed my load of piss.
Once my flow had stopped and he'd sucked out the last drops, Tim released my dick from his hot mouth, looked up at me grinned.
"We've got five whole days together to get as nasty as we want," he said. "That was a great start!"
We couldn't afford to fuck around too much on the trail. We had to reach the first hut with enough time to get settled, get a fire started, cook some dinner ... all before the sun went down.
As it was, we reached the first hut in good time. This hut was right on the shore of a small lake called Taupai. We heated tinned baked beans over the open fire ... Tim sucked me off while they came to the boil ... and waited for any other tramping parties to turn up. By eight o'clock, with the sun nearly down and a full moon a-rising, we decided that no other parties would be joining us. So we stripped off and ran, hooting like idiots, naked into the clear waters of Lake Taupai.
Despite the summer heat, we gasped as we encountered the chilly mountain water but soon we were diving down deep, splashing each other and generally fooling around. At one stage I dived down and sucked on Tim's dick under the water. He returned the favour by tonguing my arse and worming a couple of fingers inside me.
Suddenly, a voice broke across our revelry.
"Hey! Y'little queer bastards, get the fuck out of the water and over here."
In the rapidly fading light we could just make out a man standing by the waters edge. He appeared to be a big bastard but the real source of his authority was the .22 rifle he had aimed in our direction. Tim and I made a quick, non-verbal decision that we'd better follow his orders. If we did run without managing to get shot, we'd still be stuck in rugged bush completely naked. All our gear was in the hut and we'd have to get passed this guy to get there anyway.
We started wading out of the water with him barking at us to hurry up. Eventually we stood before him, shivering slightly in the cooling air. Now that we were closer to him we could see that he definitely was a big bastard. About six foot three with broad shoulders and massive arms and legs like kauri logs. He wore a sleeveless bush-shirt, cut-off jeans, hefty tramping boots and sported a full beard and shaved head. Even the rifle appeared out-of-proportion in his huge hands.
"Well, what the fuck do we have here?" he sneered at us. "Two little queer water-rats. How old are you sick little faggots?"
"Sixteen," replied Tim, hesitantly.
"Fucking hell," muttered our captor. "Hardly big enough for a meal ... I should throw you two back in the water. I'm amazed you have enough dick-meat between you to share."
He aimed the tip of the rifle down at my crotch and prodded at my shrivelled dick.
"You call that a dick?" he sneered.
As if to illustrate a point he threw the rifle to one side and hauled out his own dick.
"Now this," he said, "is a real man's dick."
Now, apart from the farm animals, Tim and I only had experience of each other's dicks so this man's meat was something to behold. It certainly was fully erect but was already about seven inches long and fuckin' fat! I could just see the slimy head peeking out from underneath his thick foreskin before he started to piss all over me; a gushing stream of golden man piss hit my crotch at full blast. A distant memory of that fuckin' Clydesdale came to mind.
Beside me I heard Tim gasp before some natural instinct inside him forced him to his knees and he put his mouth directly in the way of that flow. The big guy gave a malicious chuckle as Tim valiantly tried to swallow as much of that piss as he possibly could. As his flow slowed down to a trickle, the guy grabbed me my the back of the head and said, "Clean me up."
I got down on my knees and licked the last remaining drops of piss directly from the head of his fat dick. At the same time I can smell the sweat and stale piss embedded in this man's crotch. I heard the big guy give a deep grumble.
"Fuckin' do it properly," he spat at me. "I'm no sixteen year old pussy. Get your tongue under my foreskin and clean me out properly."
I hurried to obey and wormed my tongue under that fat, pulpy skin and started lapping, licking, sucking on his massive cockhead. It was slimy, bitter and acrid but something in my brain told me that this was the taste of a real man so I took to my task eagerly. That monster started growing in my mouth, especially when Tim joined me by starting to work on the guys fat hairy nuts. Once I had cleaned off the head I tried to wedge as much of that thing down my throat as possible but the sheer size proved to be too much for me handle. Tim helped me out by sucking on the base of the shaft while I worked the head. Eventually we were working together on either side of the shaft, our tongues and lips sucking and slurping on that slab of man meat from base to tip.
From the groans we can hear, the big guy is obviously enjoying our ministrations. Suddenly he hawks up a wad of snot from the back of his hand, lobs it into his hand, leans forward and starts working it into my asshole. I moan and push back on the invading digits, opening my hole and forcing them deeper inside me.
"Yeah," the big guy groaned. "This little fuckhole has been used before. You little pigs have have been fucking around for quite a while, huh?"
With his hand he grabbed Tim by the hair and forced his head off his cock.
"You wanna fuck your little pig buddy? Huh? Get his hole ready for some real meat?"
"Yes, sir!" yelped Tim, always eager for any opportunity of fucking my arse.
The big guy flipped me over on to my back and I rolled up on to my shoulders, my arse up in the air. Tim hawked another gob of snot onto his own cock, grabbed me by the back of my knees and slid his dick all the way home up my arse. We'd usually used plenty of agricultural lube before when fucking each other but the two gobs of snot sloshing around inside me seemed to do the trick and Tim started pumping for all he was worth.
Our captor slapped Tim round the head lightly.
"Not so eager, pup," he grumbled. "Wanna make this last. Bury your dick to the hilt and hold it there. When you're ready, I want you to piss up his hole."
That was new territory for me and Tim but I was in no position to object because while he was giving Tim his instructions, the big guy stripped out of shorts, planted a booted foot on either side of my chest and started lowering his hairy stinking manhole down onto my face. I'd often licked Tim's sweet little hairless hole in the past but this was a different beast. This was a broad, moist, hairy man-cavern, a shit-hole and as it made contact with my mouth I got my first taste of the unmistakable mix of sweat, shit and Man.
I swear to God that that was the moment when I discovered the exquisite joy of just giving myself over to the excesses of true pigplay!
I opened my mouth wide and buryed my tongue up that cave, locking my lips around his stinkin' ring, snuffling, sucking, snorting, sniffing, wallowing in that glorious man-pig's hairy, shit-smeared arse.
I was so wrapped up in my feast that I'd forgotten about Tim until I felt my gut being stretched as he unloaded his piss up my arse.
Above me, the big guy started grinding his hole all over my face while my tounge eagerly sought to wedge its way back up that hole.
"Yeah," he grumbled. "Fill your little fuck-buddy's arse with your piss. You guys really are nasty little fuckers ..."
He suddenly stood up, leaving me gasping to continue eating out that luscious hole arse.
"Start fucking him," he demanded.
Tim eagerly started pounding my piss-filled hole.
"But don't you fuckin' dare cum yet.
Somehow, without Tim missing a stroke, the big guy got me turned over onto my knees with my shoulders pinned to the ground. He told Tim to, once again, bury his dick to the hilt and hold it there, then instructed me to squeeze real tight around Tim's dick.
"He's gonna pull out nice and slow but I don't want you to loose a drop of that piss from your nasty little arsehole."
Tim started the slow withdrawal and, as I clamped down, I heard the big guy spit onto his own dick and start to juice it up. As the head of Tim's dick finally pulled through mr ring I clamped down tight, not wanting to displease this man but also because it felt so nasty and so good ...
"That's it," he murmured. "Don't lose a drop."
And with that I felt his huge blunt man-cock pressing against my hole.
"Push back onto me," he ordered. "I want you to fuck yourself on my dick. Relax your hole and let my big fuckin' dick plug your boyfriend's piss inside you."
I did as he instructed and soon felt that huge fuckin' dickhead easing it's way through my hole, stretching me further than Tim ever could. I bore down more, opening up to accept the invader until finally, after a great deal of concentration I felt the head pop through and started slowly impaling myself on the shaft.
It hurt like fuck but the sheer exhilaration, the pride I felt in taking this man's huge dick up my arse had me groaning in joy.
"Get under here and startin suckin on his asshole," he barked at Tim. "I want you suckin' up every bit of juice that comes your way."
As Tim scurried to comply the big guy grabbed me by the hips and took control. He pulled that monster out until just the head remained inside then slammed back into me in one massive thrust. Then he just kept slamming into me! Pounding that dick up my ass over and over.
My groans turned into grunts of pain, moans of sheer pleasure. Tim had crawled underneath me and was slurping at my hole, running his lips and tongue over the pistoning dick that was giving me so much pleasure.
"Fuck yeah!" roared the big guy. "Let it go, pig. Open up your hole. Gimmee a real sloppy fuck. Push that piss out of your hole. Feed your nasty little boyfriend his own piss."
I bore down and concentrated on shitting that piss out of my hole. I thought the big guys dick would just plug everything in there but somehow it seemed to dredge it out me. I felt trickles of piss running down my legs and Tim darted to keep up with the flow, lapping at our legs, balls, the big guy's dick and my asshole.
Suddenly he pulled his dick all way out my asshole and stepped back. A torrent of churned up shitty piss gushed out, all over Tim's face and body.
I collapsed on the ground in a heap but the big guy wasn't finished. He picked up Tim, spun him round, bent him forward and rammed his dick home. He gave a few violent fuck thrusts then slammed his dick to the hilt, holding it there. He looked down at me.
"You need to piss, fag boy?"
"Yes, sir." I replied, not quite sure what was coming next.
"Your friend here is covered in your shit. Come and hose his down."
I scrambled to my feet and starting pissing all over Tim's face, shoulders, chest.
"Yeah," moaned the big guy. "Piss on the outside and ... aaaaaaah, piss on the inside!"
I saw Tim's eyes grow wide in wonder as he felt the big guy pissing inside him.
"Right, round two," he declared. "You, get under here and get your mouth to work. He's got a damn sight more piss inside him than you had."
It took longer for Tim's arse to loosen up and start releasing the big guy's piss - his tight little arsehole hadn't been loosened up with my cock the way mine had with his. He'd taken the big guys cock with no preparation but, as he was being slammed into with that monster dick, Tim didn't seem to be objecting.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Aaaaaw, fuck, yeah!"
I'd tasted the big guys piss before but when it started seeping out of Tims arse with the combined taste of arsehole it tasted even better I started ducking around lapping up the streams of piss and enjoying the contrast between the big guys hairy man-body and Tim's virtually hairless slender body.
Again, the big guy suddenly pulled his dick out and this time I was drenched in a mix of the big guy's piss and Tim's shit.
Again the big guy wasted no time. He pulled Tim to his feet.
"That's your shit on your fuck buddy. Got any piss to hose him down?"
Tim had the decency to look embarrassed as I said, "No, sir ... I pissed it all up his arse ..."
The big guy almost smiled.
"Well," he said, "you'll just have to lick his face clean."
Tim lifted me to my feet, took my head between his hands and starting licking the piss and flecks of shit that covered my face. He used long broad strokes, occassionally stopping to concentrate on my ears, eyelids, eyebrows and nose. I started returning his licking and sucking, probing and kissing until we were both happily licking up every trace of manful concoction.
As we finally stopped for air we noticed that the big guy had disappeared. By now it was quite dark but we couldn't see him anywhere. Still naked, we scuttled back to the hut to see if our gear was still okay and there was the big guy, dressed and sitting on a log in front of a blazing fire. He had a couple of billy's on the go - one for tea, the other heating up tinned stew and had a pile of bread beside the fire ready for toasting.
"Was wondering when you boys'd get in," he said calmly. "Close the door and get over by the fire, y'bloody fools. Still gets bloody cold at night."
We came inside, pulled on sweatpants and jerseys and went and squatted on the floor in front of the fire, beside the big guy.
"You boys doing the Aspell track, I expect," he said staring into the fire.
"No, sir," I replied. "The Mackenzie. We head over Drover's ridge tomorrow and spend the night at the Taylor Hut."
"Big walk," he said thoughtfully. "Then you head over to the Werry Hut, eh?"
"Werry, that's right," agreed Tim.
"I'll be over at Werry Hut in a couple of days myself," the big guy replied. "Might see you there."
Tim and I grinned at each other.
"Might take a while for that stew to heat through," said the big guy, "so you two may as well take my boots off for me."
As we eagerly tugged on his bootlaces he added, "Oh, that reminds me, I'll be taking a shit first thing in the morning if you wanna watch ... or gimmee a hand ..."
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