Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2017 23:01:35 +0100 From: Nick Mann Subject: Nasty Nick Part 5 Disclaimer: All characters in this particular story are fictional. It does include some raunchy, nasty intercourse which involves urination so if you are easily offended by this, then please don't read. In the future instalments I will feature some more kinks along with piss, like beastiality and potentially incest. I also have to apologise to some readers who want to see scat in this story - sorry, but surprisingly with all my other kinks, I'm not a big fan of scat. Also, if you are a minor - so, under the age of 18 - please don't read this story and leave this page. Other than that, I hope you enjoy my first story and if you like it, make sure to donate to Nifty for creating and maintaining this wonderful site. ~~~ NASTY NICK - PART 5 ~~~ After the unbelievable orgy and saying goodbye to Leon who went home next door, I went to take a long and hot bath – the only thing that cleans me out and relaxes me even more. All I could think of is how I could forget about the camping trip in a couple of days. I mean, I had a notification on my phone calendar so I wouldn't forget, but I just love camping. I used to camp alone – I know, that might sound weird, but bear with me. It's a thing I like to do in the summer. Just me and nature. Mostly just for a weekend, but it was just enough. There is a forest fairly far from where I live which is great for camping, but nobody knows of it really. It's just an excuse fore me to walk naked and masturbate in the wild. But yeah, this camping trip is different. Now, let me explain. It all started with my uncle Simon. He's my dad's brother and a construction worker. Well, more like a supervisor, but he works on custruction sites. And well, Simon has a long history of marriages. He's 43 years old and had 3 marriages behind him. The last one ended a couple of months ago, due to his wife's constant money grabbing tendencies and an inevitable affair. Every time I thought of Uncle Simon, I felt bad for him. I mean, he's a really nice guy and he does deserve an equally nice woman. He's a funny, lovable guy. So, a month ago or so, I visited Uncle Simon. He recently moved out of his house into a bachelor apartment and we talked about starting anew. So, I proposed a camping trip that can clear his head and make his life simply easier for a couple of days. We also asked my dad, but since he's got some other plans, he would join us a day after. "I'll call you when I'm finished." He said. But we also asked other men in the family and no one wanted to go, except for my grandpa. Ah, my grandpa William is awesome. I always saw his as a rolemodel. He used to be a paramedic all his life, but now, as a widower, he lives the life of a farm man. He always talked about the stressful life in the city, always rushing from one place to another, so it's no surprise that the farmlands attracted him so much – the carm summer breeze, the fresh air and nature all around. So, the great Thursday finally came and Uncle Simon called me. "Hey, kiddo, grandpa and I are here, come down and let's go." He sounded jolly. "Will do, Uncle Simon. See ya in a second." I packed as fast as I could – a tent, a sleeping bag, some food and other essentials and I'm ready to go. I went down. Uncle Simon was waving in the car as soon as he saw me. His face is something out of a 50s movie. His slick dark hair started to grey out at the sides and the only facial hair was his thick moustache. Since I could remember, he always had his "signature" moustache. Grandpa Will was sitting next to him. Now this man aged gracefully. He always was an active guy so he isn't as droopy as some older men are. His short, white hair showed a balding spot and nicely complemented a short white beard on his face. I opened the car door behind Uncle Simon and sat down with my giant camping bag next to me. "Hey Uncle Simon, hey grandpa!" "Hey, kiddo!" Simon turned around to look at me. "Hey, Nick" grandpa said turning his head. "You ready to go?" "I sure am" I answered with excitement in my breath. Uncle Simon started the car and we drove. We didn't listen to the radio. Instead, Uncle Simon put on some Electric Light Orchesta. A band we all could enjoy. We talked about my college stuff and grandpa's wineyard and of course Susan – my Uncle's now ex- wife number 3. After about 45 minutes of driving on the highway, we took the exit to our camping placeFrom what I could tell, this "camping" spot used to be a camping place back in the 60s. Not, it's an abandoned collection of trails for only the true camping lovers, who don't really need any extra stimulation except for nature itself - right in the middle of the dense forest. It's a really serene place to enjoy the peace and quiet the nature around you offers. "You ever been here son?" grandpa asked Simon. "Oh, yeah, dad. A couple of times. It's a nice, soothing place, you'll love it." Uncle Simon answered back. We parked next to the forgotten entrance to the camp and took our stuff. The nature filled my nostrills. The fresh smell of pinetrees was breathtaking. We took a road that naturally leads to a campsite in the middle of the forest, where there's a small barren land and people usually camped there, because it's flat and a short distance to the creek. "Hey, wanna see where I used to camp all the time, guys?" "What, you didn't camp there?" grandpa asked as he saw the barren part of the camp. "Hell no, dad. It's way to crowded. If I wanted to go to a festival campsite, I'd go to a goddamn festival campsite. How about you, Nick?" "Oh, I'm not really a people person." I joked. "When I camp, I'm usually alone somewhere." "That's the answer, Nick. Now, follow me." Simon turned right from the path straight into some bushes and we of course followed him. "Heh, the old path is still kinda visible." Simon said like a true explorer. "How are you holding up, old man?" "Don't you worry about me, Simon. I can still run a mile at this pace." He laughed back. After about 5 more minutes of walking we came to a secluded camping ground. It was circular in shape, amazingly clean for an abandoned campsite, I'd say – it had a couple of makeshift wooden benches and a place for fire. Amazing. "Oh, wow, son, this is great!" grandpa said astonished. "Yeah, it is. We found this beauty in the 80s and it hasn't changed a bit. Those benches were made by yours truly, you know." Simon laughed out loud. "Seriously? Because those look sturdy." I asked back. "Yep, just me and my pals back in the day. We used to collect them them when the folks around chopped trees for firewood. I'm sure they didn't mind a log less in their house." Simon laughed again. We unpacked everything and made our tents. Mine is sorta small, really just for one person, grandpa and Uncle Simon had bigger ones. Probably because when they camped, they used to camp with their spouses. It was about noon when grandpa opened his little freezer box. "Now, after all that work – who wants a drink?" he said with joy in his voice and beer in his hands. "Oh, you know I want one of those!" Simon yelled back. "Nick? A cold one?" "Sure, I'll take anything in this heat!" I said and popped the cap off the bottle. Then as time went on, we sat around and just talked. Grandpa and I could clearly see that Uncle Simon wasn't over Susan, so we asked him to talk about it. Maybe that will clear his head a little. "Well, yeah, basically she's a bitch." Simon concluded his long story about her unfaithfulness. "But, how did you know she was cheating on you son? Did she show any signs? You know, some women can't hide the fact that they're screwing another person." grandpa asked. "I---don't know how else to put it dad - I saw it when we had sex. Sorry Nick, you're about to hear straight sex stories." Uncle Simon laughed and looked at me. "No worries, Uncle Simon. I can handle it." My family knew I was gay and they were mostly okay with it. Uncle Simon didn't much care for it and grandpa Will was an old leftie. A true open minded person. Damn, more old people should be like him. "Yeah...I mean, we had sex maybe twice a month, but the bottom line is she stopped giving blow jobs a long time ago. She didn't want to do anything except the standard 15 minutes with lights off. "Jeez, that's just sad." Grandpa said. We finished most of our beers, so Uncle Simon pulled out his trusty bottle of Jägermeister. "Yeah, I got my dick wet and for what? For a sad look in the eyes? She knew she shouldn't fuck with other men but hey – she still cheated on me. And at some point I was just disgusted by her. I physically couldn't have sex with her anymore." "To hell with women like that. I knew when your mother and I had sex, that she wouldn't cheat on me." Gramps spoke. "Sure it was built on trust, but if sex doesn't satisfy you in the end of the day, what will?" "I guess you're right, dad." Simon said back. After all that open sex talk, I realized we were all a bit drunk. Not wasted, just tipsy. Just the right amount of liquid courage we all needed to talk about sex. "She was atleast the only wife I had that allowed to go got anal on her." Simon spoke again. "Well, your mother and I werent always on the same page when it comes to sex, but anal is something anyone should try. Right Nick?" "Uhh, right, gramps!" I answered a bit confused. And then it hit me. I was daydreaming about my uncle. I never really realized what a handsome man he actually was. Just like gramps. I imagined them going ape-shit crazy on someone. They are both probably hairy like apes. Simon's wearing a v-neck shirt and his hairy chest is just teasing my cock crazy. And gramps was no exception either. Gramps was fit for his age. And his fine white beard complemented the lack of hair on his head. But damn, his strong looking arms made me drool. Metaphorically speaking of course. "Ever tried anything else, dad?" Simon asked out of the blue. "What? You really want to go there?" Gramps asked back. "I mean, we're all grown men here, right? Ever had to spice up your sex life with mom?" "Sure there were times that we experimented a little. But nothing too out of the ordinary." "What about you Nick? How's your generation doing?" "Me? You know...gay sex is just...gay sex." I mumbled. Wow, Nick – really? You had no better answer for that. "C'mon. You're the computer generation – ever done something freaky?" Simon teased. "I, uuuuugh...I got caught by a cop once." I said back. "Really? Got caught in the act?" "Yeah. But the weird part is that he joined in." "No way? Really? Where?" "At the wine packing facilities, you know the place." I said back. "It got really freaky." "Oh really?" Gramps asked. "How freaky?" "Well...umm... it was sorta an orgy I never expected. And it was kinda...dirty." "Dirty? How dirty Nick? Are we talking about sweaty hot dirty or just filthy." "Well, it was kinda both, uncle Simon. There was me and my neighbor and a guy that works there, I guess." Gramps spoke. "See, Nick, I'm not judging or anything, but the men in the family have always been a bit perverted." He smiled. "Just like your uncle. And hell, even your dad. They always jerked eachother off when they were little." "Really, gramps?" "Yep. And this guy here was a real peeping tom back in the day. Always spying on me when I took a shower." "So what? I was growing into a man! I wanted to know how my old man's cock looked like." Simon laughed back. "Wait, so where does the cop fit in?" Gramps wondered. "He and his dog caught us getting wet in a puddle." Nobody said a word as we passed the rest of the alcohol around. "Hold on. He and his dog?" Simon asked out loud. I lowered my head for a moment. "So what you're saying is, you fucked with the dog?" "Umm...yeah." "And?....did you like it?" Simon began asking. "Well, it was fun, yeah. The dog really liked my piss." We fell silent again. "I have the hardest of boners right now." Simon spoke out of the blue. "And I have no idea why." He looked around. "What about you, dad?" Gramps didn't say a word, but I caught a glimpse of his tenting khaki shorts. "Sorry, if this made you uncomfo-" "No,no, no, no, Nick. C'mon, tell us more." Simon spoke softly. "I...uhh...-" "How did it feel to get fucked by a dog?" Simon asked. "Uhhh. It felt good." "Mmmm, I bet." Simon rubbed his hard crotch. "Damn, I'm so hard. I gotta let it out, you guys." He said and unzipped his pants. A raging cock srung out instantly. It must be at least a 9 incher with a big mushroom head. "Tell me, Nick." Simon spoke softly. "Ever daydreamed about your dad?" "I...uhh, I have uncle Simon." "What about your uncle?" he stroked his erect tool. "I...also have." "Today?" "Right now, uncle Simon." Uncle Simon turned to his father. "Should we tell him dad?" "What is it? I turned to gramps." Gramps looked at me. "You know that stuff I said about boys jerking off?" grandpa Will's voice soothingly reached my ears. "Mhm?" "Well, it wasn't just jerking off. I caught the boys fucking eachother on a regular basis." "Yeah, dad. Tell him what happened next." Simon spoke softly. "Did you join them, gramps?" I asked. "I did, boy. I very sure did." I was kinda shocked for a hot minute. Processing all of that sudden information wasn't easy. "So, Nick." Gramps put his hand on my thigh. "It's no wonder why you're so sexually active. It runs in the family." He smiled. "Yeah, listen to the man, he fucks with his horses all day long!" Simon smiled. "Now take that cock out, I can see it's uncomfrortable for you." I unbuttoned my shorts, letting out my erection. "What? You...you fuck with the horses, gramps?" I began slowly jerking. "Heh." Grandpa Will smiled. "Sure I do. I'm a farm man who has his needs." "How does the cock taste?" I quickly asked. "Oh, boy, it's fantastic." Gramps unbuttoned his own khaki shorts. "Just talking about it made me leak." He said and wiped a pearl of precum resting on his cockhead. "Oh man, that's hot." I whispered, surprising even myself that I managed to say something like that out loud. Gramps' hand then slowly grabbed my cock as his body closed in on me. "You like that, boy?" he began jerking my penis and kissing me on my neck. My head fell back from all the sexual tension slowly releasing. I looked back after hearing uncle Simon spitting into his hand, that then slowly reached his down to his crotch. He spread his legs wide, giving me a full on view of his hairy hole. His seliva covered fingers reached further down and rimmed the faint pink outer flesh of his ass. "What do you want me to do, Nick?" Grandpa Will nibbled on my ear. "I, uhhhh..." "Tell me, what do you want me to do?" he repeated. "Fuck my face, gramps." "Yeah?" he asked softly again. "Yeah, then take a fucking piss on me." I whispered. "Yeah?" "Yeah, gramps. I wanna get wet and fucked by your hot rod." I reached for his cock. Soon, my mouth met his. Damn, how did I get to this point? I was really kissing with my grandfather. The man who I adored and respected so much. His white beard tickled my face and a manly scent of sandalwood filled my nose. "Oooooh, fuck yeah!" Simon interruted our kiss. I looked at my uncle, shooting a stream of piss on himself. He made a big arch, making sure to hit his face and wetting his white T-shirt, which slowly revealed the dark fur underneath. Soon, the bench he was half laying on was drenched. "Uuuuuuh, guys. I really need a tongue or two up my ass right about now!" he winked at us. Gramps smiled. "What do you say, Nick?" he said and took of his shirt, revealing his own light grey-almost white fur. We both got down to our knees – taking turns rimming uncle Simon. His piss drenched hole tasted so good. Salty, manly, fantastic. "UUUuuu, fuck yeah! GET MY HOLE WET! I WANNA FEEL THOSE TONGUES UP THERE!" he growled and stretched his ass cheeks apart as much as he could. Soon I started sucking on his wet hairy testicles and gramps began fingering his hole. "You like that, son?" "Oh hell yeah, dad!" "How about two?" gramps insterted his other index finger, slowly stretching his son's hole. "OH HOLY SHIT, YEEEEEEES! YES DAD! OPEN MY HOLE!" My lips met with Simon's cock. As soon as he felt my tongue caressing his cockhead, he started thrusting his his upwards, slowly fucking my face. Simon then stipped from his wet shirt and sqeezed it above his body. My mouth then quickly travelled from his cock up his belly and pecs, licking up the wettness. "Nick, your phone is vibrating!" Grandpa quickly slapped my ass. I turned back to my bag quickly looking up my phone. "Damn, it's dad!" I looked at the screen and answered the call. "Hey boy, I finished the meeting earlier and I'm already at the camp site! Simon told me you were at his usual spot, right?" "I...ugh...yeah, yeah, we're here, dad!" I tried to act as nothing was happening. "Good, cause I think I can see you guys down there." I looked around and sure thing, I saw a tall bearded figure on the hill overlooking out campsite. "I'll be down in a second." Was the last thing he said as he hung up the phone. ~~~ Hey, thank you for reading my fiction! I am sorry it took me a freaking year to write this thing. 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