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Tyler's Adventures Chapter 3: Camp Sights by Tripp Savidge
Shit, shit, shit. I couldn't believe it. I'd slept through my alarm. The Carters would be here in less than thirty minutes. I set a new record for fastest shower and didn't even bother drying my hair, just ran a towel over it, combed it out, and pulled it back into a pony tail. I was dressed and downstairs in time to hopefully grab breakfast. Fortunately I already had everything packed and at the door.
"Hey sport, cutting it close," Sean said looking at me as I rushed into the kitchen.
"I slept through the alarm."
"Put a plate on the table for you, can't having you going off hungry." Sean sat down across from me.
"Dude, I love you," I said in appreciation as I dug into the full breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast already set out for me.
"I try," Sean said with one of his killer smiles.
And boy were they killer. I couldn't help but steal some glances as I ate. He must have already done his morning run. There was a light sheen of sweat on his golden skin and his blond hair looked slicked. The tank top hugged his muscles and most notably did nothing to hide his hard nipples - fuck they looked good. Now if he'd only stand up. Sean was wearing his super skimpy, thin running shorts.
"You're going to have a great time. Don't worry about chores here - I've got you covered," Sean said as he stood and carried his mug over for a refill. "Your mom should be back before you get home."
"Oh God..." I whispered. Fuck is that ass beautiful. I watched as he moved, mom said the shorts were obscene, personally I thought they were terrific. With the bit of sweat they clung to his bubble butt and showed off how ripped he was. Damn but I'd love to bury my face in that ass.
"What was that?"
"Nothing... thanks again for letting me go." I glanced down at my phone as it vibrated. "They're here." I shoved the last bite in my mouth and took my plate to the sink.
"Hey, hug for the old man before you go."
I hugged Sean tight, enjoying the feel of his strong arms while hoping, no praying that I didn't throw a boner. My stepdad had that effect on me. He might never know it, but he starred in many of my fantasies. "Love you dude. I'll check in whenever I have a signal - you know what it's like up there."
"Love you too. I trust you buddy, just enjoy yourself."
Ryan met me and took my duffel and opened the door to the RV before following me in.
"Welcome aboard Tyler!" Mr. Carter yelled.
"Thanks sir."
Ryan dragged me to the back as Mr. Carter pulled away. The RV, especially with the SUV towed behind took up most of the space on the street so he was in hurry to get moving. Ryan already had the game console hooked up and pushed me onto the bed. We were out of sight from everyone and I wondered if we might get the chance to kiss on the way... but no such luck. Ryan was totally focused on the game.
We played most of the way to the campsite. Even so, I noticed a tension in the family. Mrs. Carter was buckled in one of the loungers, not sitting up front like usual and the girls were both on the couch. No one was talking and Ryan seemed to be avoiding everyone.
Mr. Carter pulled in to the campsite and we all jumped out and began setting up. We'd done it enough times, everyone had their jobs and knew what to do. This was one of their favorite spots, especially if they didn't want to go far. We were on a peninsula and well away from most of the other campers. Mr. Carter said this is where the original owners of the campgrounds had their RV set up and they pretty much lived at the campgrounds. Now it was part of a national chain and most campers wanted one of the spots closer to the amenities. They'd put in a huge locker rooms, pool, rec-hall, game room, and convenience store. They also did nightly games and parties, but we were a good thirty minute walk away - the Carters liked privacy.
Once we got the RV all set then I worked on our tent. Mr. Carter asked Ryan to walk with him back to the store, seems they'd forgot a few things Mrs. Carter needed to make dinner. I was surprised when Ryan's sisters, Jen and Carly, offered to help me. Jen usually made me nervous, she was just a couple years younger than me and Ryan and always sort of looked at me like I was food. Carly, the youngest, sometimes looked at me the same way but today, both girls seemed oblivious. Which was okay by me.
I'd have said it was nice to have the company but they were both unusually quiet - helpful - but not much on conversation. There were a couple times I thought Carly was going to burst into tears. When we finished up, they took a walk down to the lake and I decided to help by gathering kindling for the campfire.
I was on my third foray, when I heard voices and saw Ryan and Mr. Carter walking back the road to camp. They weren't close enough to understand - just close enough that I could hear tone, and it wasn't good, they were fighting. Mr. Carter and Ryan were still a ways off and I wasn't really trying to eavesdrop so I gathered up a few more twigs and as quietly as I could made my way back to camp.
It wasn't long before Ryan caught up with me.
"Hey wanna go swimming?" Ryan asked.
"Sure. I already moved our stuff into the tent." We found our suits and started to strip. I couldn't help but watch Ryan. Of course he caught me and gave me a blush, adjusting his big boner. I moved over to him and ran my hand up his back as I leaned in to kiss him.
"Quit dude. I don't do that shit anymore," Ryan said pushing me away.
"What's wrong Ryan? Did I do something?"
"No man. Just don't wanna - you're my best mate not a fuck buddy. Besides, I ain't no fag," Ryan said then left me in the tent by myself.
I stood there stunned. That hurt, I thought about it and part of me wanted to cry and part of me wanted to punch him. I hated the word fag, that's what you called someone to put them down, it was demeaning and mean. But I couldn't help but think that's what Ryan thought of me. Now that he wasn't in front of me and the shock wore off I came up with all sorts of replies. Too late now, but I was sure it wasn't my imagination on how much he enjoyed what we'd done or that he was sporting a major hardon in his trunks.
I pulled myself together and spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what was up. We still had a great time swimming, roasting hot dogs, and eating s'mores. But something was definitely wrong, and not just with Ryan. The tension was so thick it felt like you could cut it with a knife. Mrs. Carter was in a foul mood, and the girls barely came out of the RV. Mr. Carter was the only one who seemed happy.
The next morning Ryan and I decided to hike the creek trail after breakfast, it wasn't close but it was a lot more interesting than the park-like paths around the lake. There were two main trails along the creek, one was also for biking and went up and around the old mill. The other was considered a lot rougher and had all kinds of warnings. It meant climbing over trees and boulders and you often had to stop and search for the path. In theory there were markers on the trees - yeah, in theory. Mrs. Carter told us to be super careful, Mr. Carter just laughed and said he was going fishing.
We found the trail and had only been out for an hour or so before I couldn't hold it any longer.
"Okay Ryan, what's going on? Something is going down, everyone is acting really strange and you don't even want to get off? Don't even tell me you didn't like it."
Ryan gave me a pained expression then dropped down and sat on one of huge boulders overlooking the creek. He sat for a bit, picking up twigs and pebbles and throwing them in the stream. "Probably our last camping trip..."
"What's going on Ryan? You can tell me. If it's a secret I promise I won't breathe a word."
"Not a secret, just hurts. Mom and Dad are separated. They're talking about divorce. That's why we were in Chicago, mom was visiting family to have some 'thinking' time and looking around to see if she wanted to move back. And sorry Tyler, but I'm just not in to you in 'that' way."
"Gee thanks for being subtle," I said feeling a bit dissed and at the same time not buying a word of it. Then the rest of what he said sunk in. "I'm sorry Ryan... Shit bro, you're moving? What about University?"
"Ha! I wish. Regardless of what mom does, I'll be living with Dad so I can keep my in-state status and go to school. I blew my shot at staying with Mom."
"What do you mean?"
Ryan turned to look at me. He was obviously upset.
"I screwed up Ty. When we were in Chicago, I was hanging out with some guys and they got me to try some stuff. We got caught."
"Fuck! Dude you're over 18, you can go to jail," I blurted out, not even thinking about what I was saying.
"Yeah, don't have to tell me that. Cops made that real clear and repeated it to Mom several times. Ends up the arresting officer was a school-mate of hers and someone she'd dated. They made a deal that I'd get off with a warning and probation as long as I testified."
"Shit."
"Yeah, so Chicago's not such a good place for me - even if Mom would forgive me. I've never seen her so pissed or disappointed. She screamed at me dude - all out screamed - she's never done that before."
"So... your dad..."
"Mom sent me back home a couple weeks ago..."
"Wait? You've been home for weeks? I thought..."
"I couldn't face you Ty. Besides I was grounded. Hell, I'm still grounded - like for life. Dad gave me a lecture, laid down the law and all. But we worked out an arrangement - I'll live with him and I can still attend the University."
"Arrangement?"
Ryan stood and started back on the trail. "Yeah."
I could tell that I wasn't going to get more out of him now. Maybe he'd share more later. "Your sisters?"
"They'll likely stay with Mom if they go through with a divorce, but they're not taking it well. If you hadn't noticed they're both Daddy's girls."
"I'm so sorry Ryan..."
I watched as Ryan trudged up the path and then followed, determined to do what I could to cheer him up. We hadn't gone too much farther when we came to a number of trees that had fallen across the path and onto the huge boulders to the side. It was long enough ago that they were completely moss covered.
"I'm going to climb them!" Ryan shouted back to me.
"Dude, that's not safe," I yelled back and by the time I caught up he was halfway up the trunk, a good ten feet over the path. "Be careful! I'm not hauling your heavy ass back to the camp if you sprain your ankle."
"I got this!" He boasted, showing off - arms out like he was a tight-rope walker.
It happened in the blink of an eye... he slipped, hit the log and toppled off onto the ground below. I was there in seconds but not in time to catch him or break his fall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered as I got to him. He wasn't moving or responding. I did a quick check - there was already a massive goose egg on the back of his head and he was bleeding. He'd hit his head on the base of the rock but he was still breathing.
I tried to wake him, but nothing. I pulled out my phone. "Fuck! Really?" No signal. I sat back on my heels. We weren't near anything and camp was the closest help. He might have broken something so I didn't think I should move him by myself. I debated for a few seconds then kissed him on the forehead and ran. Damn if I was going to let my buddy down.
- Scene 2 *
I really wanted to throw up. My gut was in knots and I felt terrible with worry for Ryan. Mrs. Carter and the girls helped me get Ryan back to camp on the back board and loaded into the SUV. They told me to stay so I could let Mr. Carter know what was going on and that they'd call as soon as they got to the hospital.
So I sat and waited.
"Hey buddy! We're eating good tonight," Mr. Carter yelled as he walked up the path, his string of catch displayed proudly. "Whoa... what's up buddy? You look awful?"
I started my story and Mr. Carter had me hold off until he got the fish and gear set down. I explained everything that happened and had just finished when his phone went off. He stood and took the call moving out a bit to see if he could get a better signal.
"Relax Tyler. He's going to be fine. Jan said he has a concussion, a couple cracked ribs and needed some stitches but he'll recover just fine. They want to keep him overnight so Jan and the girls are going to get a hotel room and stay close. She says she tried to call you earlier but couldn't get through."
I couldn't believe the relief I felt and gave Mr. Carter a hug. Something in me clicked and I all of sudden noticed how muscled Mr. Carter was - not like a body builder but fit. I liked the feeling of being in his strong arms. I pulled back feeling a little awkward.
"Guess it's just you and me Tyler. Hope you're hungry. We can have fish for lunch and supper," he laughed as he started gathering stuff to filet his catch. "Why don't you go ahead and move your stuff into the RV. Might as well take down the tent and then we can drive into town first thing in the morning. You can sleep in the RV tonight. Sorry, think it's the shortest camping trip on record."
"Hey, at least Ryan's okay. That's what's important." I said as I really looked at him - maybe for the first time. Why hadn't I ever noticed? He's hot. He'd changed his haircut since the last time I'd seen him - very trendy. Short on the sides and back and a little longer on the top, dark brown, almost black, with just a touch of gray at his temples. He had a square masculine jaw, dark stubble and striking blue eyes.
"Yup. And you've still got most of the day to enjoy the sun and the lake. I'll cook up lunch while you take care of the tent and your gear."
I really like burgers, why can't you catch wild burgers? I saw how Mr. Carter enjoyed the fish... yeah... not so much for me. I could eat it but internally groaned realizing I'd be seeing it again for dinner. Oh well... I wouldn't starve. I watched him eat and how his jaw moved, how his tongue would dart out to lick his lips and I started feeling a little flushed. Come on Tyler, this is Ryan's dad, can't be thinking of him like that, I told myself.
We cleaned up from lunch and I changed into my trunks to get some sun and swim a bit. I was just headed down to the shore when Mr. Carter called me.
"Wait up Tyler. I'll join you."
I caught my breath and tried to act, you know 'casual', adjusting myself discreetly to hide the growing boner in my swim trunks. This was a new perspective seeing Mr. Carter in snug little swim trunks. All the times I could remember from before, he'd worn real conservative board shorts. But these looked good, real good. Mr. Carter was about Sean's age, not yet forty and muscled. I knew he worked out at Sean's gym, The Pit, but most of the time I guess his suits hid it. He had an athletic build and a nice fit body with dark hair in all the right places. He looked very 'manly' with his scruffy stubble, the nice round, furry pecs and full arms. As he got closer I noticed his trunks were tight enough to show off a notable bulge. I couldn't help but wonder if he was as big as Ryan. He sure looked different from the suited executive I was used to.
"I brought mats, towels, and some sun screen. Wouldn't want to burn," Mr. Carter said with a smile.
I just nodded dumbly and headed for the shore. Come on Tyler, focus. This is Ryan's dad, he's not into you or dudes so just get on. I waded in up to my knees and then dove into the cold lake water. The chill helped me think and quieted other things as well. I swam for a bit, enjoying myself and then climbed out when I thought my lips were turning blue.
"Here buddy," Mr. Carter called tossing me a towel - it was nice and toasty from being in the sun. "Hey, when you're dried off we ought to get you sunscreened. Maybe you'd be kind enough to do my back. Not flexible enough to reach everything."
"Sure sir." I noticed he already had the mats and other towels laid out on the large flat rock by the shore. He was rubbing the sunscreen onto his legs. I couldn't help but look, they were nicely muscled and covered with a layer of dark hair.
"Absolutely beautiful day out isn't it? The sun feels awesome. Can't tell you how long it's been since I took time just to lie back and enjoy it." He gave me an odd look then smiled and shook his head. "Tyler, would you be horrified if I tanned in the nude? I've always wanted to and sure as hell no one else gonna be back in here. Just us guys..."
"Uhm... sure, fine with me." Oh God, really... this is just cruel. Only thing worse would be having Sean lie out nude in front of me - especially if he spread some whip cream on himself. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the thought.
"What? I look that bad? Give an old man a complex punk."
"No, no Mr. Carter. Wasn't about you at all. I just remember something Sean said and it made me laugh."
"Care to share?"
Could this get more embarrassing? "Sean likes to lie out in the nude - not when I've ever been around of course, but he teased my mom that if she wanted he'd decorate himself with whipped cream." I made up the story on the spot, not wanting to share about my own little fantasies.
Mr. Carter gave a big laugh. "Damn, and he'd do it too. No denying your dad's hot as fuck Tyler. And believe me, he's got the skills to match that body of his."
Okay now this is awkward. He talks like he knows... I mean he and Sean have been friends since College but Sean doesn't swing that way. Shit I don't think Mr. Carter does either but what else could he have meant? "You want me to do your back sir?"
"Yeah, please and you can cut out the sir and Mr. Carter stuff. It's just us. Call me Paul. Not like you're a little kid. Starting college this fall, goodness how the time flies."
He handed me the sunscreen and stood up to shuck off his trunks. I tried really hard to look anywhere but at Paul. He got down on the mat and turned to look at me. "All ready for you."
Did he have to say it that way? Really? I knelt down beside him put some of the oil on my hands and began rubbing it in. Fuck, this is practically torture! His back was lean and muscled and I was surprised - smooth. The oil was a little different too, I expected lotion or cream. The oil made his back and muscles glisten and it felt rather erotic rubbing it in.
"Wow that feels really good Tyler. You have strong hands. You'd make a great massage therapist. You can go lower... wouldn't want to burn..."
I swear it was getting hard to breathe. I got to the curve of his ass, and just paused to stare. He had a nice round ass, covered in a light coating of dark hair but enough that his crack was noticeably darker. I put more oil in my palm, rubbed my hands together and worked it onto his ass cheeks.
"Mmmmm... feels good. Don't forget my crack. It's clean - made sure."
I added more oil and tried to be quick and not think about it. His ass was firm and I liked the feel of the hair down his crack. I thought maybe if I didn't look it would be easier - but I still felt it, his little rosebud - the bit of wrinkled skin and how much warmer it was when I got near. Fuck, that's a man's ass. Not a boy, a strong, sexy man. It was taking all my concentration not to play with his ass, tease my finger around his hole or just dive in and drive my face into his crack. I wanted his ass something fierce - the thought of that hairy crack and the tickle it would give to my tongue as I rimmed his little hole. Damn it looked sweet - a little darker but so incredibly tempting.
Mr. Carter groaned and I felt his ass muscles clench and saw the little door to heaven pucker as my fingers brushed over him.
"All done," I said pulling back.
"Why don't you do the back of my legs too while you're there."
"Okay." I took a deep breath and began. If I can resist that hot ass, I can do legs. They were strong and lean and I liked the feel of them under my hands. Course it would have been a lot easier if Mr. Carter would stop the moaning. If I didn't finish soon, I'd be spurting a load in my swim trunks.
"You've got magic hands," Mr. Carter said turning over to sit up.
I very carefully kept my eyes on his face. I was barely holding it together and no way would it be good to see the rest of him.
"Go ahead and strip off those trunks and I'll do your back." I froze, he had the most evil smile and the sparkle in his eyes was making me a little flustered. Then as I watched his eyes, he looked down my body, pausing way too long on my crotch.
"I..."
"Just us dudes. Might as well take advantage of the sun time."
Shit, this can't be happening. I turned away and carefully slid down my trunks and then heard him - an intake of breath and a little whistle that made me blush from head to toe. I lay down on the mat and carefully adjusted myself so it didn't hurt.
"Damn Tyler, you look amazing. I feel privileged getting to look at such beauty, let alone rubbing my hands over a hot stud." He was quiet for a minute, I could hear the click of the bottle and even sense him rubbing his hands together before I felt the strong hands on my shoulders. "Really takes me back... you know, you really could be Sean's boy. If your hair was blond, you'd be the spitting image of him when we were in school."
His hands felt amazing, the oil let them glide across my skin and warmth spread wherever he touched me. When he reached my lower back, I bit my tongue to keep from moaning - I'd swear he was teasing me, just barely brushing up against the curve of my ass.
"Your ass is truly stunning Tyler, bet you're used to folks staring at it by now. All wishing they could get a feel, maybe push their face in between those golden globes. Taste you..."
I couldn't help it, I tried to stop myself but a little moan escaped and I clenched when I felt his hand tease down my crack. Then he gripped both cheeks firmly and massaged them as he worked in the oil. He seemed to spend way too much time on my ass and my crack, he wasn't actually teasing my hole but he was so damn close it was killing me.
I let out my breath when he finally started on my thighs and legs.
"You liked me working that ass didn't you Tyler?"
Shit, how am I supposed to answer that? I wondered.
Mr. Carter laughed. "No need to answer. Your body tells me everything I need to know." He worked down and even did my feet. I squirmed a bit but his grip was firm and he wasn't trying to tickle.
I heard him unsnap the bottle again, then felt a trickle of warm liquid running down my crack.
"Think I missed a spot, just relax."
I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth as I felt his fingers start rubbing down my crack and over my hole. His fingers skimmed over my taint, teasing it and then circling and rubbing along the edges. Then he squeezed my glutes before returning to tease my hole.
"You ever had someone play with your sweet little rosebud before Tyler?"
"Yes," I said appalled that it came out more like a whimper.
"Extremely sensitive. Just like mine. Feels good doesn't it? Makes you feel all warm inside and sends little tingles through your body."
"Yes," I gasped as He began pressing a little harder teasing my hole directly, sliding the tip of his finger inside me, and then spreading me with his thumbs.
"It's a beautiful little hole Tyler - so tight and warm. You ever let Ryan at this beauty?"
I felt my body stiffen at the question. How am I supposed to answer? I thought and then it became irrelevant.
"Yeah... I thought so. Tight little hole like this, bet it hurt like hell. Boy's got quite a monster between those legs. You're too good for him Tyler. Beautiful little taint like this needs a man, someone who appreciates how precious it is."
I gasped and let out a loud moan as Mr. Carter buried his face in my crack and drove his tongue inside me without warning. He gripped my hips and ate my ass like it was the best thing ever. My head was spinning from the pleasure. Damn, that is one skilled tongue I thought, realizing he was even better at it than Gio. My body was practically vibrating as his tongue slid in me and around, teasing my ass lips, my crack and then nibbling with his lips and teeth sending jolts through my body.
"So did you like having a dick in your tight little ass Tyler?" He asked as he dove in again pushing his tongue even farther inside me.
"Yes!" I cried.
"Want a nice hard dick in there now? I'm not near as big as Ryan and I was trained by the best."
I propped myself on my elbows as Mr. Carter moved around in front of me. I looked up his body and practically drooled. He wasn't ripped like Gio, but he was still fit with a glorious dark treasure trail and bush surrounding a nice thick and very hard cock. It had a noticeable stream of pre-cum and I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and catching it.
Mr. Carter moved forward. "No need to be embarrassed Tyler. If you want it, go ahead. I love sucking a good hard cock and controlling another man's pleasure. Taste me, see if you want this beast inside your hot little ass."
I moved in and took him in my mouth, savoring the taste of his pre-cum and enjoying the velvety texture of his cock head, how hard and thick he was. It was a bit of a thrill knowing I had turned him on - a man, not a boy. A man who wanted me. He was still a little big to deep throat at this angle but I tried. I think he was about my size, and I couldn't help but start thinking how good he'd feel inside me.
"Yeah... I want it."
Mr. Carter leaned down and tipped my head up. He kissed me, gently at first and then I felt his tongue asking me to open and I did. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and tasted him, a man. It was a thrill, his whiskers tickled and scratched at my lips and his taste was musky - a bit of coffee, the spices from the fish and man. I moaned at how good he tasted how much I loved having his tongue in my mouth.
"Fuck! You are definitely Sean's boy. Kid, you keep kissing like that and you'll own any man you take. Damn, but I'd almost forgotten what I'd been missing."
I felt a rush of pride and surprise, I wasn't used to having adults swear around me and this was another time he'd mentioned Sean. I'd obviously missed something about my stepdad. I was just beginning to wonder about that when Mr. Carter's tongue was back at my hole and rational thought stopped.
"I promise, you're going to enjoy this." He was now alternating tongue with fingers and massaging my ass cheeks in between.
My whole world was focused on my butt and what he was doing to me. Nothing was rushed - he was going slowly and making me feel worshiped as he gradually opened me up. It wasn't long before I started begging. It both horrified me and yet it what was I needed, what I wanted.
"Please Mr. Carter, I want you inside me..."
He leaned forward lying on top of me nestling his hard cock in my crack. He kissed along my shoulders and up my neck and then behind my ear. "It's Paul, call me Paul. You are beautiful and precious and I want to make you feel good."
I groaned as he nibbled my neck. I tried flexing and moving my hips to draw him in, but he kept control and resumed rimming and fingering me. "It would feel better if you were on your hands and knees - at least to start," he whispered in my ear.
I raised myself up and he put one of the other mats under my knees for more padding. Then I felt it, the warm spongy feeling of his cock head at my hole. I would have pushed back to take him in but he was holding my hips, controlling our movements. He was gentle to the point of torture, I wanted it so badly and he was going so damned slow!
I felt him push past the first barrier and I moaned in pleasure knowing it was finally coming. He pulled out and slid in again, a little farther this time. There was no pain, unless you count frustration. He gently pushed the rest of the way in and I felt ripples of pleasure flow through me. He was perfect. His cock made me full and was pressed snuggly against my prostate - teasing it and giving me tingles.
He changed positions a little lying against me and wrapping his arms around me as he slowly slid in and out. One of his hands found my nipples and I gasped in pleasure, making my ass squeeze and convulse around him. The other hand ran down my abs and gripped my cock, capturing my pre-cum and running it over and around my glans.
"I hope that's a whimper of pleasure and not pain..." Paul said as he stroked me.
"Fuck yes..."
"Your ass is incredible."
I mumbled something incoherent. He was hitting my happy spot with each thrust, and added to the teasing of my nipples and the stroking of my cock I knew I'd be blowing real soon.
"You're too good Tyler, too hot, too tight - can't last long. I like the feel of this nice hard cock in my hands. I'm going to enjoy having you fuck me. I haven't had a good cock in ages and my cunt is real hungry."
That was when I lost it. I cried out and Paul drove himself in hard and deep as he continued stroking me right through my orgasm. I loved the way he was talking dirty to me and how good he felt buried to the hilt in my ass. There was also a special thrill knowing an older man found me desirable. I felt his body tremble and clench, then I felt his release. The heat, pressure and the wetness of his man seed pouring into me. I loved it. It felt so incredibly good and I liked having his strong arms wrapped around me as he took pleasure from my body.
He squeezed me tight before pulling out, then gently helped me to lie down on my back. I looked up and again appreciated how masculine and virile he looked, the muscles, the body hair and that hot after-sex smile. He leaned down and kissed me again then started licking up my stomach where my jiz had splashed.
"Damn, you're sweet. I think I'm going to have to suck a load or two out of this beautiful cock of yours." He took me in his mouth and went all the way to the root, licking and sucking.
I whimpered from how sensitive it was, which made him growl around my cock sending shivers up my spine and a jolt to my balls. He moved down and licked my balls then tipped up my ass and began rimming me again, eating his own jiz out of my hole as he tongue fucked me.
I couldn't do much more than lie there and enjoy. My body didn't seem to want to move and when he was done, he crawled up beside me and began kissing me again - letting me taste the mixture of his cum and my juices in his mouth.
I felt a little guilty thinking it, but this was so much better than anything that could have happened with Ryan that part of me was sort of glad events played out as they did. I let myself get lost in his kisses and the taste of a real man.
- Scene 3 *
I looked up and blushed. He was standing on the rock by our towels, bottle of oil in hand. Damn but he looked good. He was fully erect with hard nipples poking out through his hairy chest and the most evil grin. We'd been in the sun all afternoon, taking occasional swims to cool off, then returning to our sun rock. Gotta say he was making me feel good. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off me and kissed me like a lover whenever the mood struck him.
"Hey stud, dry off and then it's time to reapply," Paul teased waving the bottle.
"Sure but think you need it too."
"Absolutely."
He pulled me into his arms and wrapped the towel around me, then put his lips to mine and kissed me. His body was so warm and strong and while I was several inches taller, I liked how we fit together. I also liked how he grabbed and kneaded my ass while his tongue explored me. He got me dried off then started applying the oil. This time he did my front as well, taking exceptional care of my nipples and my cock in the process.
"Damn but you have a beautiful cock. Can't wait to have that in my needy little cunt."
Not sure why but his dirty talk made me a little crazy for him and having him confess to wanting to take it in the ass was both a surprise and a bit of a turn-on.
"Ohhhhh, you liked that didn't you?" Paul leaned in and sucked off the big drip of pre-cum. "Yeah that boner practically jumped for joy." He looked up and gave a grin. "What? Can't an old man like me like taking a nice cock?"
"Sure... just you seem so masculine - a top."
Paul laughed. "I am for some. But I gotta confess I absolutely love being fucked... by the right man. Sure I like giving it, but I've got a greedy little cunt that is super sensitive and loves a nice hard cock spurting inside me. It has been waaaaaay too long. Gotta warn you once I get a feel of your hot young stallion prong, I may ride you raw..."
I let out a little gasp when he took me in his mouth as he oiled my legs. "I might like that."
"Oh stud you're gonna more than like it," Paul said turning me around to oil my back and ass.
"I am so damn lucky to get a hot hunk like you. Bet you could have any man you set your sights on."
"I doubt that... oh fuck..." I moaned as his finger slid inside me.
"No stud, this little bubble butt of yours is an absolute man trap. That's how you lure them in before you fuck them senseless."
Damn but he's good. I focused on standing upright as he played with my ass, getting me all worked up again.
"Your turn. And Tyler, this time when you're doing my ass - feel free to play and explore. I know you wanted to last time."
I felt the heat in my face as he handed me the bottle then took my other hand and put it under his balls, pushing my fingers toward his taint.
"I need this Tyler. I need you to fuck me and breed me like a whore. My cunt is so hot for you it's hard to think straight. I want your beautiful prick slamming into me, claiming me and filling me with your hot seed. I wasn't kidding Tyler, I absolutely love being fucked and to have a stud as hot as you... damn... it's like a dream come true."
I worked the oil into Paul's muscled chest teasing his nipples and enjoying the little moans and how it made Paul's cock bounce, then worked my way down, doing the muscled legs next - saving the crotch for last. I oiled my hands and wrapped them around Paul's throbbing cock as I leaned in and kissed him. "I like your cock."
"Ha, well it sure seems to like you."
I massaged the oil into Paul's hairy ball sack then turned him around and pushed him to the ground as I began on his back. Like the front, I moved from the lower back to his legs and then returned to the hairy round ass. He said I could and damn if I'm going to pass up this chance. I ran my hands over the rounded muscles. I buried my face in Paul's crack and took a deep breath. Musky and manly. I bit one of the globes, appreciating how Paul tensed and the little moan that he made.
I couldn't wait any longer and licked down the crack, enjoying the tickle of the hair on my tongue, the scent and taste of Paul and I zeroed in on his little puckered hole. I licked and teased before going all out tongue fucking the man. I enjoyed giving Paul pleasure and it was painfully obvious that he was loving it. He was moaning loudly and writhing as I rimmed him.
I guided Paul onto his hands and knees and moved down to suck his balls, rolling one, then the other in my mouth. I gave another swipe to Paul's ass before my fingers began their work. Wow, look at him squirm. He really does have a hungry man hole. Oh, yeah, think that's open enough. I moved around so Paul could suck me a bit to get me nice and wet.
"Oh, yeah... you have a perfect cock and it's gonna feel so good," Paul said as he deep throated me, making sure to leave as much spit on me as he could.
I moved around and put my now spit covered cock to Paul's oiled ass and gently pushed in. Paul shoved himself back taking me all the way to the root.
"Fuck yeah! Breed me Tyler, fuck me like your whore!"
Geez does he feel good. He's just as hot and tight as Gio. Okay, can't deny it. I love fucking men - this is heaven. Strong masculine jock wrapped around my cock, talking dirty to me, begging me. I slid in deep, using slow strokes to feel every bit of the hot tunnel, gripping his hairy round globes and running my hands over his body.
Paul was moaning on each thrust, his ass squeezing and clenching. "Yes! Don't stop. You're hitting the spot. Gonna make me blow. Thought I may have lost it after all these years... fuck you feel so good."
I tried to keep hitting Paul's spot, a little thrilled to find someone like me, who could cum just from being fucked. I started pounding a little harder and moving my hips a little more to grind into Paul's ass.
"Fuck me Tyler. Damn, you're good, feels amazing. Better than I remembered. Fuck I missed having a cock in my ass."
I leaned against his back and reached around to play with his tits. Since he'd already said he could cum from being fucked, I didn't want to take that away from him. I knew how much I loved the feeling so figured he did too.
"Awwwwwww... fuck," Paul shouted as his cock started shooting huge streams of hot cream.
I fucked hard and fast through his orgasm, making sure I kept up the pace as he continued to cry out and his man hole clutched and squeezed with his orgasm. My own hit hard and I pumped him full of my seed and continued to thrust, enjoying the wet, creamy feel.
I kept my body wrapped around him and reached down to stroke him a bit while I teased one of his nibs. "Did I do okay Paul?"
"Fuck yeah. Tyler my ass is yours, you can fuck me like that anytime you want. Fuck I missed this and believe me when I say you are fucking good. I'd gladly be your bitch as long as you fuck me like that."
I felt a warm glow of pride knowing I'd done well enough for a real man. And to think he wanted me enough to let me fuck him whenever and wherever I wanted was about the best compliment I could imagine.
My dick finally softened enough that I pulled out and licked Paul's ass clean, enjoying the taste of my jiz mixed with his ass juices. It tasted like him, musky and manly. When I finished he turned around and pulled me into a kiss.
- Scene 4 *
After some time around the campfire, the night got cool enough that we moved into the RV. It ended up being a much better day than I expected, especially given Ryan's fall. I even managed to get through another meal of fish. Of course it helped realizing I'd probably get a nice full belly of Mr. Carter, I mean Paul's seed later.
Paul made it real clear that I'd be sharing the bed with him. He told me that I had to fuck him a couple more times to pay off my food and lodging. I knew he was kidding but it still gave me a warm feeling. We got in bed fairly early so we could kiss and hold each other and he had begun kissing me and exploring my body with his mouth. Something I was really enjoying.
"You are beautiful Tyler."
"Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself."
"I forgot to ask, did you like the present I left you?"
"Huh? What present?" I tried thinking back - nothing I could describe as a present and we just got here yesterday.
"Last night. Didn't you and Ryan... you know?"
I stiffened up immediately. I felt a bit of panic not knowing what he knew and decided that this time, the truth was easy. "No sir, Ryan and I didn't do anything."
Paul sat up and gave me a confused look. "You can tell me Tyler, it's okay. Hell, you've just fucked me into being your bitch. No judgement, I know you and Ryan were trying things out."
"We did earlier in the summer, but he was real clear that anything like that was over. He was very adamant that he wasn't a fag."
"Stupid little slut," Paul said with a grimace. "Didn't know what a good thing he had. But hell, okay by me I'd rather not share you with him anyway."
"So what was the present?"
Paul laughed. "I filled his ass up with my spunk so it would be nice, wet, and slick for you. Thought for sure you'd be pounding him last night."
"Oh... he never let me do that, even before. Wait, you screwed Ryan's ass?"
"Many times. But you're kidding right? He seriously never let you?"
"No, he gave a great blowjob and he liked fucking me, but he always found reasons why he wouldn't return the favor."
Paul shook his head. "Little prick didn't deserve a hunk as hot as you and damn sure didn't deserve your ass. You're hot Tyler, you can be picky. Well, except for me." He leaned in and squeezed my cock as he kissed me again.
"You actually gave it to Ryan in the ass?"
"After what he did, oh yeah. Didn't he tell you what happened in Chicago?"
"A little. No details, said he did some drugs with some guys and got busted and sent home."
"He left out a few things, important things. The 'guys' he was hanging with were all in their mid to late twenties. I'm guessing he didn't mention how he was paying for those drugs. He had an arrangement that he'd give blowjobs to those guys - all of them - to pay for his fix. When the cops busted them, Ryan was so high he couldn't remember his own name. Seems his habit got to be more expensive and had agreed to a little more payment. The cops found Ryan, not only stoned out of his gourd, but lubed up to be the feature in a ten man gang bang."
"Holy shit," I said, not believing this of Ryan. Not to mention a little insulted that he'd let ten strangers take his ass but not his best mate.
"Yeah. He's still on probation 'cause it was some serious stuff. They worked out a deal so he didn't face charges but he still has to report in regularly and get random drug screens. Fortunately they knew Jan and were super lenient."
"What does that have to do with having sex with your own son?" I thought this was a bit perverted and was starting to question how much I wanted to continue with Mr. Carter.
"He's addicted. To both the drugs and the sex. He's become a slut Tyler, that month with those 'friends' got him hooked. He'll gladly sell himself for another fix. So I'm in charge now, I give him a cock to suck and fuck him when he needs it so he's not doing strangers. Given how bad he needs it, I thought he'd be all over you."
"No. He was pretty adamant he wasn't interested."
"Maybe he's embarrassed. Doesn't want you to know how far he's fallen. I doubt he could hide it - he's gets pretty vocal."
This was all a bit much to take. Ryan was the last person I'd have ever thought would do drugs or go for casual sex with strangers. Let alone have sex with his own dad. But I also knew him well enough to know that he probably would try to hide it from me. Then another question hit me: "So if you and Ryan are doing things, why not let him take your ass?"
"He needs to understand that I'm in charge. Sort of like his master or his Dom. I can milk him, edge him and stuff but I have to stay in control. That would send mixed signals and can't afford that. Honesty... I like it a little too much. Maybe if I was more of a Dom, who knows. But no, my ass is off limits except for rimming. At least for now."
"Is he going to be okay?"
"Eventually. I got him into counseling, but he has to learn some respect and how to handle himself. Maybe he'll always need someone more dominant to keep him on track. I'm hoping with time and a little maturity he'll get his head on straight."
"Well I feel a little better knowing it's not just me or something I did."
"No, he's fighting his own demons. And just so you know, your ass is way better, and while you aren't as big, you've got skills and talent he'll never have."
"Mr. Carter, are you sweet talking me?"
He kissed me again and pressed his body against me. "Paul. And if it means getting this beautiful cock in my hungry cunt, I'll tell you anything you want to hear."
I laughed. "I love it when you talk dirty."
"Oh, I'll work on that. And don't worry about Ryan - I'm sure if you're around him enough he'll eventually be begging you to bone him. But I may have conditions."
"What?"
"You know... a father son fuck, you fuck him, and then you come to bed and fuck me? Sort of like a bonus. But only if I get twice as many loads as he does. I'm a greedy old man."
"A perverted one you mean."
"That too. Now why don't you play with my hungry little cunt and get it ready for you? I do believe I made a promise about riding someone 'til they're raw..."
"And what if I want your manly cock in me?" I challenged. "We only have tonight."
"I'm sure we could negotiate something," he said as he started pushing his ass down on my cock. "Though it'll cost you, and besides sleep is for wuss's."
I gasped as the hot wet folds wrapped around me and took me back to heaven. The hairy hunk of a man was riding my cock and at that point I didn't really care about anything else.
END CHAPTER 3
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