Warehouse Boys 8
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I didn't sleep very well. I think the impending site of morning wood was more than I could cast away. The Guys woke with the sun and a scurry of activity ensued. Fishing gear banging around. Evan at the stove clanging what ever the hell it was.
"Scott...Bro we're just waiting on you...We're gonna hike up to the big lake and catch us some trout Bro!" Evan said as he shook my bunk.
"I'm gonna pass if that's okay Evan...I didn't sleep well and would really like to hangout out here and read" I said.
"Aight Dude...Your loss...Gonna be epic!" Evan said and they were gone.
It was so tranquil. I wanted to make the most of it, so got up in spite of my fatigue and went for a swim. There was something about skinny dipping that got me going. I grabbed a book and dragged a lawn chair off the porch and placed it in the sun. It felt amazing on my nude backside. I must have drifted off and didn't hear Jacob come back to camp. When I woke I noticed him sitting on the porch.
"Jacob...What you forget something dude?" I yelled.
Jacob walked in my direction "Nah...I tweaked my back and didn't feel up to the hike...So I'm gonna hang with you today if that's cool?" He asked.
"Bro this is your place and I'm just a guest, but appreciate ya asking....Yeah....it's cool" I replied.
"Down for a beer Bro" Jacob asked.
"Bro...it's 7:30 in the morning" I said.
"Ordinarily I would agree, but camping rules override...Beer at 7:30 is perfectly acceptable, in fact it's encouraged" Jacob said with a smile.
"Agreed...I'd love one thank you" I stated.
I watched Jacob as he made way to the cabin. He was a stocky shorter guy, decent looking and from what I can tell at least some what intelligent. Jacob handed me a beer and sat on the sandy soil.
"Jacob...What happened with the girls? any idea" I asked.
"They bailed...total drag...I've been working Tiff for months and this weekend was gonna be get it time...She told me I could fuck her in woods...So much for that plan I guess...Oh and Call me Jake. Evan is the only person I know who calls me Jacob" He replied.
"Sorry about plan falling threw Jake" I said as I watched him pull his shirt over his head.
Jake was not a fit as the other guys, but certainly looked just as strong. Huge arms, broad chest and yes a bit of a beer gut, But it worked on him. He's a good looking dude with incredible blue eyes and dirty blond shoulder length hair. On the surface he appears a redneck, but his proper grammar and clearly good hygiene point in another direction.
"Scott...When the last time you been out in the sun Bro...You are pale as fuck...Except for that bruise on your ass...You fall or something" He said as I watched him look me over.
"Or something" I answered.
"Wanna take the canoe out dude...We could go hang on the sunnier side of the pond so you could get some fucking pigment Bro" Jake asked joyfully.
"Sounds like a plan...Let's do it" I replied.
Jake dragged the canoe to the water edge and then disappeared into the cabin. Coming back out in a pair of baggy sweats in which he was clearly free balling. God I love country boys! I dug threw my pack and found the closest thing I had with me to swim shorts. Tin's jockstrap and figured why the fuck not. It's more clothing than Dave had on the entire previous day.
"Nice jock Bro...You man the front oar Scott and I'll steer" Jake said while shoving the canoe in the water and away we went. I was a fan of the seating arrangement. Jake had a prefect view of my pasty bubbled ass. I sat in a manner to accentuate my well meated bottom.
"Bro if I didn't know better I'd think you were a chick...Small waist and fat ass...oh and hey...That bruise on your ass resembles a hand print slightly" Jake said laughing.
I would have told him the truth if I knew him better, But that last thing Jake exudes is the gravitation toward guy on guy, so I just laughed it off. But he was looking wasn't he??
"How often you guy come up here?" I asked Jake.
"As often as we can in the summer. It's cooler up here. Ordinarily there's a crowd, Guys, girls, dogs and even one time we came up with a few horses...It wasn't exactly planned but this trip ended up a guys trip...and believe me it was not the plan" Jake answered laughing at the last part.
"That's fine with me...Just a bunch of dudes connecting with nature and some much needed relaxation" I said.
"Well...Sure...once you put it like that, But I sure would have liked to get laid too" He stated.
I almost just said it, but now is not the time. Instead I did a little more ground work. I leaned forward resting my chest on the bow and a lil lower back arch should get any curiosity he may have rolling.
"Scott...Dude...You gotta stop" Jake said.
"Can't a guy have his Titanic moment....I'm the king of the world" I said while arms spread wide.
"Sorry Bro...I've not seen it...It's a chick flick Scott" He said in a changing tone.
We made it to the far side of the pond and it was just as he said. There was a perfectly flat rock ideal for basking and hell even an old lawn lounger. Jake handed me the plastic bag he stuffed a few beers into.
"Dibs on the lounger Jake...oh wait...Your tweaked back" I said staking a claim.
"Very thoughtful but that is all you Bro..I'm here for the beer..haha" Jake replied.
I flattened the recliner chair laid down. The sun felt therapeutic on my face and chest. Scott from a month ago would not have been so relaxed in the current scenario. I was once afraid of dudes like Jake, figured they were hate crimes looking for a place to occur, but now I think differently.
"Bro I'd flip if I were you...that pale ass skin will burn fast at this altitude" Jake suggested.
"Right!" I said as I rolled over and adjusted the straps that cradled the lower edge of my butt.
Jake asked "So...You're a friend of Evan? How's that?"
"We have a mutual friend...Nick out on country road 5...Maybe you know him?" I answered.
"Who?....I know Tin out on 5 and I'm pretty sure he's the only one out there" Jake said.
"Yup...That's him...The dude with the 10 inch cock" I said stupidly.
"What?...How the hell you know that" Jake asked.
"You don't know the nick name background do you?....Well Tin is an acronym for TEN INCH NICK...thought everyone knew...any way...And for the record Titanic is not just a chick flick. It's an historical enactment of a tragic event blended with a love story" I said.
"Yeah..exactly..A chick flick" He said laughing a bit.
"Jake why don't ya get some sun on your legs Bro...It feels amazing" I suggested.
"I would but I don't have anything on underneath" He stated.
"Dude I saw your bare ass on day one...what's the issue?" I said jokingly.
"No issue" Jake said as he stood, dropped the sweats and quickly sat back down.
I couldn't help myself and needed to scope his nude body, So I sat up and faced him. I understood his reluctance now. Jake was sporting wood. That fattest 7 inch I've ever seen. It was thick just like the rest of him.
"Bro take the chair...I insist" I said as I got up and encouraged Jake with a quick shoulder rub.
"Don't touch me Scott...I got issue with other dudes touching me" Jake barked.
"Sorry Jake...I get it" I said, but really I had no concept of his issue.
"I'm sorry also...Didn't mean to snap at ya dude" Jake said.
Jake laid back and covered his crotch with his sweats. I went down to the rock edge, just as it met with water, squatted down to get a splash to the face.
"Fuck Bro...That fucking ass" Jake said smiling.
"Oh this thing" I said as I stood and tugged down the straps and allowing them snap".
I turned back to face Jake. One arm supporting his head and the other fondling his junk. He quickly stopped the latter and reached for a brew. I could totally get this dude. He wants to fuck me but isn't sure how to go about it.
Feeling brave and comfortable around Jake by this point, I just tossed it out there "You know I'm gay don't you Jake?"
He just glared at me for a moment. I'm certain he was imaging himself pounding away. Then he got up and came at me. I closed my eyes and awaited the impending fist, but that not how it went. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me toward a small aspen grove. He didn't say a word the entire 30 foot walk. Now in the shade, Jake kicked my legs out from under me and promptly planted my face in the dirt. With a hand still firmly holding my neck from behind he positioned himself between my legs and pulled me toward his kneeled body. After a quick spit lube he buried his length in one forward motion. At this point he released my neck and put his hands on my shoulders. I thought Tin fucked hard, but this dude absolutely destroyed my hole.
"That what you wanted faggot" Jake said loud.
I moaned and not pleasure moaning. This dudes fat cock fucking hurt. Every thrust produced a whimper.
"That's it fag...Fucking cry no ones gonna hear you" Jake said as his body slapped into mine over and over.
Jake, unlike Dave, had no concern for my well being. In fact, I think he got off on the whimpers. If I didn't make some type noise he'd pound a bit harder until he got one. I was scared, but also liked his extremely aggressive nature.
"Don't act like you don't like...This is a dream fuck for a fag" Jake said.
All I could do was snivel. While I was a fan of the face in the dirt rough fuck I thought best to play the submissive pussy for my safety.
"There ya go fag" jake said as he deposited his seed deep in my loins.
The fucking was done and Jake was gone. I laid there for a minute or two to regain some composure before heading back to the landing. Jake was standing at the waters edge looking as if he had just conquered a nation. I stood by the canoe and just waited.
"Scott...You had that coming...Been taunting me with that ass all day...Now wipe that dirt of your face and paddle me back" Jake ordered.
Jake sat in the back and I did my best to solo paddle the 70 foot journey. Jake started laughing.
"What's so funny" I asked him.
"Your blown out hole is oozing nut all over the place faggot...You'll be cleaning that when we get back" Jake said.
It took more effort than I would have thought, but we made it. I pulled the canoe, and Jake onto the beach. Jake smirked at me the entire time.
As he passed by me he whispered in my ear "You think that hurt...Run your mouth and next time it will really fucking hurt fag"
I was again scared, but also intrigued. Jake kept a distance the rest of the afternoon. The guys got back with a mess of fish.
"Bro...Your face...The fuck happened" Evan asked.
"I fell...I'm a clumsy fuck at times" I said feeling Jake's glare.
I regret nothing.
To be continued......