Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2022 07:13:10 -0500
From: Simon Galen <mclrebel@gmail.com>
Subject: Rural Adventures -- The Camp (Part II)

Rural Adventures -- The Camp (Part II)


by Simon Galen

I.

As I followed Big Dave into the camp, the screen door twanged shut on its
last remaining hinge. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the deep
shadows inside. I'd spent so many autumns here as a kid with Derek and the
rest of the guys. We'd come up here to fish, sneak our dads' beer, smoke
pot. But today, on my 18th birthday, this was the first time I'd found
myself at the camp alone with Derek's dad.

The place hadn't changed: the formica table, the fishing poles leaning in
the corners between the wall studs, a stack of digest magazines from the
late 80s. The only difference was Big Dave. I could hear his breathing. It
grew more regular now. His eyes still had that hard stare in them I didn't
understand. And his beer can cock still jutting lewdly from his open brown
canvas overalls.

"Well, come on boy," Big Dave said, setting one massive hand on my
shoulder."Unless you're gonna pussy out now, it's time for you to get back
down on your knees."

I took a glance out the door. The close call of getting caught as my dad
jawed with Big Dave had only turned me on more. I had been just a few yards
away, pinned up against the truck with a mouth full of Big Dave's big cock
while they planned a camping trip. For a moment, I imagined I could see the
brake lights of my dad's truck as he guessed how close I was, but I knew he
didn't care. He was looking to find Big Dave's son, Derek. He wanted to do
all the things to Derek that Big Dave was about to do to me.

The hand on my shoulder grew heavier, and I let it push me down.

"Don't you worry, we're gonna make it to Derek's bed," said Big Dave. "But
I'm going to need a lot more of that mouth." As I went to my knees, I
looked up at him. He had just drained his balls deep in my throat, but his
eyes still burned. Whatever had sparked in the truck was raging now. His
fiery stare held me more than that hand weighing down my shoulder.

He waited to see if I'd say anything. When I didn't protest, he slid the
sticky head of his dick, still dripping cum from the load I could still
taste, past my lips. His cock flexed as he slid into me. I felt a deep sigh
rumble through him as he began rocking forward, pushing in deeper.

The hand on my shoulder moved up to my hair. With a strong grip on the back
of my head, he shuffled toward the couch forcing me to scramble on my knees
with him. "Good boy," he said as he held me down. "We may need to take a
few camping trips ourselves."  He sank down onto the cushions with another
groan. "You've been coming upta camp with us for years," he said as he
began thrusting up. "All that wasted time!" I could feel his cock knocking
at the back of my throat, and then get lodged firmly in it. His grip
tightened as he grew more aggressive. I struggled to raise my head but like
when he had pinned me against the side of his truck, there was no chance
for a timeout. He held my head down until I began to buck and thrash. He
eased off slightly until I caught a short breath and then and then pulled
me back down on his cock again. For a man who had been so wild just moments
ago, Big Dave was like a different man: he was in control, setting a pace
he enjoyed.

I lost track of time as he took over. All I could smell was that musk and
the cabin dust. I'd get a brief look at the ruddy head of his member as I
gasped, and then he'd be filling my throat again. I could feel his cock
start swelling and his breathing grew into a deep rumble. I could feel
massive, muscled thighs grow as hard as oak as he tensed up.

Right when I thought I had earned another taste of his cum, he pulled me
off. He sat there catching his breath, his dick red and angry at being
interrupted on the verge of erupting, throbbed a couple times and swayed
like a snake ready to strike. A large drop of something thicker than precum
seeped from the slit. As I sat back catching my own breath, Big Dave caught
it on his finger and wiped it over my lips.

He smiled when I instinctively licked them.

With his free hand, he reached down and pulled up from the bottom of my
shirt until it popped off over my head. The air felt cool against my bare
chest. I gasped as his rough fingers brushed over my nipples."Now I want
you to listen carefully and do exactly what I say," said Big Dave. "Think
you can handle that?"

I nodded.

"Good," he said, leaning back into the couch and spreading his legs
wider. His fat cock, jutting out from his open fly, flexed and dripped a
bead of precum onto his canvas pants. "Start with taking my boots off." As
I knelt and began struggling with the laces of the first boot, I could feel
a change had come over Big Dave.

He told me I was free to leave at any time, and as I pulled off the second
boot, I glanced at the door--closed but unlocked--and then back at Big
Dave. The man gave me a wolfish grin. "You can still leave," he said. "Your
bike is in the back of the truck. But if you stay," he put his hand under
my chin and guided my head back to his cock and traced salty-sweet paths of
precum across my lips. "But if you stay, we're going to do everything I
want to do and nothing you don't want to do."

What had happened in the truck was a wild, hormone-fueled moment seized and
enjoyed at a frenetic pace set by the risk of getting caught. Inside the
camp, he was taking charge. Getting a blow job in the truck was one thing,
but after seeing my face as he wiped that drop of cum on my lips, Big Dave
knew he had found someone who was going to learn how to handle his
cock. And if he did it right, make sure that cock was taken care of all
summer.

Big Dave watched me lick my lips and decided that was enough of an answer
for him. He stood up, towering over me, and popped the straps holding up
the brown canvas overalls. They dropped to the floor. He ran his fingers
through my hair as he held my mouth and nose to the underside of his
balls. If anything, the muskiness I had tasted and smelled in the truck had
grown with his arousal. "God damn, that's good," he growled. "But I think
it's time we get you on Derek's bed."

II.

The last time Derek and I had made plans to hangout, it was at the end of
last summer. We were gonna come upta camp, spend the weekend, and close it
for the season. I was supposed to meet him there late on a Friday night
after my chores were done. In an act of youthful rebellion, I decided to
skip the chores and surprise my buddy by showing up early.

I got to the camp just around sundown. The first thing I saw was dad's
truck. I leaned my bike against a tree and quietly made my way to the
camp's front door. It was open. I could hear Derek talking inside.

"I don't know, Jack," he said. I peeked inside but couldn't see either of
them. They were in Derek's room. "What if Joey gets here early and catches
us?"

I heard the sounds of a belt unbuckled and a zipper pulled down. "Then you
better start sucking this cock right fucking now to make sure that doesn't
happen." I heard the mattress spring squeak, and short protest from Derek
that got muffled real fast, and then a deep groan from my dad. "For all
your whining and worrying about getting caught, I never met anyone who took
to sucking cock like you do."

I backed away from the cabin as quietly as possible, grabbed my bike and
pedaled furiously back home. I threw myself on to my bed. When I heard my
dad's truck pull up the driveway three hours later and then him walking
into the house whistling, I pretended to be asleep.

III.

The memory made my head spin. I hadn't been to the cabin, much less in this
room, since that day. As I stood there at the foot of Derek's bed, I swore
I could smell my dad's aftershave coming up from the sheets, and that was
definitely a telltale smudge of grease on the headboard. I could imagine
him grabbing onto the headboard as things progressed beyond sucking cock,
and he began railing Derek.

By the head of the bed was a framed photo of Derek in his baseball uniform
smiling at the camera. For the first time I realized just how much he
looked like his daddy. They both has the same strong neck, and broad
shoulders. Derek was a bit more lithe simply due to being younger and had a
smile like he was about to get into trouble. Big Dave had more hair, more
muscle, and smiled less.

I bent over and inhaled deeply. I could definitely smell the tobacco and
dust that defined Derek, and mixed in my dad's aftershave and motor oil. I
breathed it in again, rubbing my cock through my jeans, letting myself get
lost in thoughts of what it must have looked liked. I pulled back the
single blanket. There was stain where Derek must have came as my dad--

A massive arm circled my waist and lifted me up out of my fantasy. With his
free hand, Big Dave undid my fly and yanked my jeans down. He chuckled as
his hands hit the now-cool damp spot that I had been creating in the
denim.Everything flipped suddenly as he dropped me on my hands and knees on
Derek's mattress--my eyes inches from the greasy thumbprint my dad had left
behind.

I tried pushing myself up when Big Dave's hand landed on the small of my
back and held me in place. He waited until I relaxed and let the weight of
him push my shoulders into the mattress with my ass still up. I had never
been this vulnerable or naked with another man. My heartbeat felt like it
was shaking my whole body as I waited for him to do something. Anything.

A long moment went by. I could feel him staring at me as he held me in
place. I began to wonder if he had changed his mind until I heard him
whisper, "good boy." When he said that, my dick twitched, and he chuckled
again.

And then everything went white. The sharp stubble of his five-o'clock
shadow grazed my ass, and his tongue touched an area where nobody had
touched me before. I tried saying some but managed nothing more than a
groan muffled by the bedsheet. I went wild at this new sensation. With his
hand still on the small of my back, I bucked as far as he let me as he
tongued my hole.

An uncontrollable wave began coursing through me. I tried to pull away and
let him know, but Big Dave just held me tighter and licked harder. He
ground into me. I bit down and screamed into the sheets. He kept his one
hand on my back and with his other arm, he encircled my waist, holding my
writhing body against him. I could feel my balls tighten as the stubble on
his chin rasped against the back of them.

And then he stopped. Right before I could make a mess of his son's sheets,
Big Dave pulled back and stepped out of the room. I lay there, catching my
breath, in the same position with my shoulders down and ass up as that
surging feeling slowly ebbed. A cool breeze traced the outline of
everywhere Big Dave's tongue had been.

The floor creaked behind me as Big Dave returned. I heard the pop of a cap
as he opened a container. "I guess if you're gonna find out how I got me
the moniker beer can," he said. I heard him stir through the container and
then he put a greased up finger to my asshole. Big Dave's hands were large
and rough from a lifetime of forestry work, but with the grease from that
container, the first one slid in. As my ring clamped around that first
knuckle, I heard some primal noise between a whine and a groan fill the
room. As he slid the finger in deeper, I realized the sound was coming from
me.

"Alright," said Big Dave. "One ground rule. This is your first time, and
I'm pretty thick. It might hurt a bit at first, but I'm gonna make sure you
feel good. That said, if you want to stop at any time, you just say stop,
and we'll stop, get dressed, and I drive you home. You understand?"

As he asked if I understood, he slid his finger the rest of the way in and
touched something. My cock lurched, and I found myself screaming "Yes!"
into his son's pillow. He pulled back seconds before sending me over the
edge.

I tensed up as he began to work a second finger in. "Just breathe," he said
as he rubbed it around the outside. "This is nothing to what you're gonna
get in a moment."  He put his free hand on my back and held me down as he
slid the second finger in. My body jerked at this strange new intrusion. I
could hear Big Dave growling behind me, "You just wait until this ride
really begins boy!"

He waited until I relaxed before pulling his fingers out. The mattress
sagged as he knelt behind me and his hair legs pressed into mine. He slowly
ground against me, letting his greased cock saw against my crack, giving me
a sense of what I was in for. I had experienced no doubts up until this
moment, and then I realized how vulnerable I was completely naked on my
knees before him. I started to push myself up, but he easily held me
down. "Unless you want this to stop, you stay right there and let me enjoy
the sight of your beautiful body."

Nobody had ever called me beautiful before. I relaxed under his hands,
shoulders down against the mattress, ass up and offered to him.

The bed creaked as he lined himself up to my hole. "Now you're sure you
want this, Joey?" It wasn't really a question. "Once you're deflowered,
there's no going back. That ass is always going to be mine. You're sure to
want this?" He pressed the greased head of his dick against my hole. It
felt like a battering ram resting against a keyhole. "Tell me you want
this, boy."

Instinct took over as he began to press, and the whispered yes became shout
as he leaned into me. Pressure built as my body tightened against this new
invader and then a blinding moment as the head popped past the barrier. My
shout became inarticulate, guttural as my entire world shattered and was
replaced by the feeling of Big Dave slowly moving into me, making sure that
I felt every tight quarter inch as much as he did.

At about half way, all coherent thought left. I grabbed at the sheets,
groaned into the pillow, and tried pulling away as Big Dave continued his
slow, unrelenting drive into me. The more I struggled, the steadier the
pressure he kept on me. I'd always known he was strong, but holding me down
was effortless as he continued sinking into me.

There was a big window above Derek's bed. As the late afternoon shadows
deepened under the pine trees that surrounded the camp, the window became a
mirror reflecting Big Dave. His head was thrown back and the muscles of his
neck were taut. He continued with a steady slowness to force his way in,
but in the reflection I could see the struggle as he fought against his
instinctual desire to slam into me.

He gave a guttural groan as he sank the last inch into me. His cock grazed
that same thing his finger had and everything went white.My body tried
bucking in ecstasy, but Big Dave had collapsed onto me. His massive cock,
buried to the hilt, pinned me to his son's mattress.

I felt his lips on the back of my neck. He bit gently and then a bit harder
as he kept me pinned down. The sensations were overwhelming, and I writhed
underneath him. Each movement worked his cock in a bit deeper. He didn't
need to ask if I was enjoying this--the bliss was all over my face. "That's
it boy," he growled in my ear. "Get used to that cock because you're gonna
be getting it a lot."

He pulled out an inch or two, letting me get used to the sensation, and
then slid back in. He took his time as he settled into a slow fuck. Big
Dave's body covered mine. I heard a chuckle as he felt my back arch up
under him to meet his downstroke. "As soon as I saw you on the road today,
I knew you were gonna be riding this cock like a pro."

Seeing my enjoyment, Big Dave picked up the pace. Everytime I began to
catch my breath, he pulled out a bit further and slammed into me a bit
harder. The ancient boxspring beneath us screamed in agony as I screamed
out in uncontrolled lust. I heard Big Dave ranting behind me in ragged,
gasps "take that cock," and "gonna fuck you all summer like this."

I lost track of time. The window had grown darker, and when I glanced up I
could make out the wild expression on Big Dave's face. He was pounding me
with complete and utter ferocity. Every plunge in, he hit that spot again
that made everything go nova. I could feel the pressure rising in my
balls. The head of my dick kept rubbing into the worn sheets and I could
still taste Big Dave's cum on on my lips. The smell of my stepdad's
aftershave on the pillow filled my head as Big Dave gripped me tighter.

I fought against the inevitable, but everything went stiff. I heard Big
Dave groan as my ass tightened around his cock and I began blasting a load
onto his son's bed. I felt a throbbing in my ass, as Big Dave let out a
shout of victory and began pumping his own load into me. He fell forward,
crushing me into the bed as more cum gushed from his cock.

We stayed entwined like that for a long time. Slowly his cock softened and
despite my protests, he pulled it out. As his breathing grew less ragged, I
could feel his load running down my leg. "Damn boy, you needed that," he
said as he sat up and ruffled my hair. I still couldn't speak. He looked at
the mark he had left on my neck and grinned. "If Jack has any questions
about that mark, you tell him to come see me." I was still too blissed out
to realize what he meant.

"How about this," Big Dave said. "It's starting to cool off. You stay naked
like that and I'm gonna light a fire. Then I'm going to fuck you all
night." Big Dave laughed at the stupid smile on my face. The boxspring
sighed in relief as he got up and went to the living room.

My heart stopped when I heard Big Dave in the next room. "Goddamn son, how
long have you been here?" And I heard the unmistakable voice of Derek
answer back. "The whole time. I saw him sucking your cock on the couch here
and then listened as you fucked him on my bed."

"You enjoy the show?" asked Big Dave. I couldn't tell if he sounded annoyed
or proud. And I couldn't hear Derek's reply. "Alright then," said Big
Dave. "I guess you and Joey got some things to work out. Why don't you go
talk to him while I start a fire."

A cool drip of Big Dave's cum traced a path down my inner thigh. I could
hear Big Dave frigging with the damper on the woodstove and then crumpling
paper. There was a rattle from the kindling pile. A moment later I heard
his heavy tread head outside to gather firewood as he left me inside and
alone with Derek.


--


About the Author: Simon Galen is a struggling writer/bartender living off
tips and trying to put an English degree to bad use through erotic
fiction. He's thankful for any comments from readers and tries to answer
all emails he receives (it may take a week or so). He can be emailed at
mclrebel@gmail.com.

And thank you for supporting the Nifty Archives. Without the archive, our
socks may stay clean longer, but it wouldn't be as fun.
https://donate.nifty.org/