Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2023 18:52:21 -0400
From: Simon Galen <mclrebel@gmail.com>
Subject: Rural Adventures: The Camp (Part III)

Rural Adventures -- The Camp (Part III)


by Simon Galen

I.

I lay on the mattress collecting my breath. The early spring evening still
carried a slight chill, and my skin prickled with goosebumps. A cool drip
of Big Dave's cum traced a path down my inner thigh. Derek leaned against
the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me as we listened to Big Dave
frigging with the damper on the woodstove and then crumpling paper. There
was a rattle from the kindling pile. A moment later we heard his dad's
heavy tread head outside to gather firewood, and we were left alone.

Derek came into the bedroom - his bedroom. His flannel shirt open and
untucked with no t-shirt underneath. Unlike his dad, he didn't have much
body hair hiding the sharp lines of muscles built through hard work day in
and day out. The only hair I could see was a dark happy trail leading out
of his jeans and up to his bellybutton. He pulled his wallet and his phone
out of his pocket and set them on the dresser.

I couldn't read his expression in the gloaming and when he sat on the bed,
his face remained in shadow. He was silent for a long time. He didn't seem
to even look at me. He just sat there, on the edge of the bed where his dad
had just taken my virginity minutes ago.

"I guess you know about me and your stepdad," he said.

I pushed myself up to face him. This wasn't the conversation I
expected. "I've known for a while," I said. "When did it start?"

Derek scratched his chest and thought. "November the year before last. Just
after my eighteenth birthday." He got up from the bed and grabbed a book of
matches off the dresser. In the flare of the match, I realized just how
much like Big Dave he looked - same strong, serious looking face, thick
neck. He lit the antique kerosene lamp on the dresser and sat back on the
bed. "It was that last time I slept over. I woke up in the middle of the
night thirsty. I ran into your stepdad in the kitchen."

He paused and shifted closer so he was sitting right near me. "Jack was
standing there drinking a beer by the counter completely nude. I guess I
stared a second too long `cause he said `see something you like?' and my
mouth went dry with that big old dick of his swinging there in front of
me."

As Derek spoke, he let himself be taken by the memory. He unbuckled his
belt, the oversized buckle glinted as it swayed in the yellowed light of
the kerosene lantern. His worn blue jeans looked like they were about to
split where his hardon strained against the fabric.

"Maybe a full minute passed," said Derek. "Your stepdad's big dick went
from swinging to standing straight up. Then he asks me again, `You see
something you like?' The whole time, he's just staring at me, and I'm
staring right at that dick, and that dick is staring at me too."

Derek unbuttoned his jeans and let gravity and the weight of the belt
buckle slide them down to the floor. Like his dad, Derek's cock was thick
with a dark helmet. Unlike his dad's, which was pulled down by its own
heaviness when hard, Derek's rose up ramrod straight, rude and impatient.

"Your dad didn't even put the beer down," said Derek. "He just stood there
drinking it as I stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. As Derek
recounted that night, I'm the one staring like a deer caught in the
headlights. I can still feel the space Big Dave's dick had left in me, his
cum still on me as I lay freshly fucked in his son's bed. And here's his
son, Derek, so much like his dad with that cockhead just getting ruddier. I
search his face to see if he's angry - but he's not. It's something else,
something tense and totally in control.

Derek was close enough that I could smell the hint of musk coming off his
cock. As he got more into reminiscing about that night in the kitchen with
my stepdad, his dick twitched and a clear, viscous drop began forming.

"Jack walked up to me," said Derek, "and I dropped to my knees. He hadn't
even touched me or told me to do anything yet. It was like part of me knew
at that moment that I was going to be his fuckboy. He definitely knew
it. He didn't even set the goddamn beer down. Jack held my head in place
with one hand and rested his fat cock against my lips. By the time he
finished that can of beer, all I could taste and smell was the precum he
was painting my lips with. I was shaking by the time he set the can down."

Derek stepped out of his jeans on the floor and leaned against the dresser
watching me. "When Jack set down the empty can, he held my head in place
with both hands and then shoved his cock as far down my throat as he
could. He got about halfway before I started to choke - he didn't stop
though. He just said that I should figure out how to swallow cock real fast
unless I wanted to wake you up."

In the moment Derek shuts his eyes and strokes his shaft. The clear drop on
the tip catches the lamplight as it grows, but it doesn't drip. As I
picture the kitchen and imagine the pounding pulse and excitement as Derek
had struggled to swallow his first cock as I lay sleeping in a room just a
few feet overhead, the same way I had struggled to swallow Derek's dad's
cock as he drilled my throat while talking to my stepdad. My own cock,
ached for more of what it had just had gotten from Derek's dad.

Derek came to the edge of the bed and pushed his dick down with one hand so
it brushed my lips. With his other hand running through my hair, he held me
in place so I could only taste what he offered.

"Jack didn't pull back or wait for me to figure out how to breathe through
my nose. He kept pushing that monster fuckstick of his in until his balls
were banging my chin. And then he pulled out until just its fat torpedo
head was all that was in my mouth before slamming right back down my
throat. If he hadn't been holding my head, he would have knocked me on my
ass the way he face fucked me that first time. He jackhammered my face for
twenty relentless minutes - he was letting me know that my first time or
not, he was calling the shots and I was along to be ridden.

"I thought to fucking god you were gonna wake up when he came. He pulled my
head as far down his dick as he could. Crushing my nose in his bush, I
couldn't breath. He held me there as I started to panic and pound against
his thighs. Right as I thought I was about to pass out, he let out this
roar. His cock started throbbing as his first two shots went right into my
belly. He sprayed it over my face and in my hair too, like he was marking
me."

By this point in his story, Derek's voice was starting to shake. He let out
a hiss between his teeth as he guided my head down further on his cock. I
put a hand out and could feel the taut muscles of his thighs quivering from
the tension. I waited for the tension to snap, for him to lose control and
begin fucking my throat the way Jack had done to him.

He didn't. Derek held his dick deeper in my mouth as I wrapped my tongue
around the head, under the edge of the glands until he groaned and pulled
back again, continuing his story. "Jack didn't say `thanks' or `not bad for
your first time'," said Derek. "He just had this self-satisfied smile from
having completely dominated his stepson's eighteen-year-old friend on the
kitchen floor and then decided he was going to do it again. He told me to
get up on the table and had me lay down with my head hanging off the end as
he grabbed another beer. Jack began fucking my throat with his semi and
drinking another can of beer. He didn't hold me in place this time - he
didn't need to as he told me that from then on I was going to be servicing
his cock every afternoon afterschool until graduation and all summer
working at his shop."

As he said this, Derek reached out and held me in place with both
hands. His hands were just as rough and calloused as Big Dave's, and he
held me in place with the same firmness his dad had just an hour ago. I had
never seen him exercising so much careful self-control.

I glanced up and could see that Derek's eyes were closed. As he slowly fed
me his cock, I could hear his breath coming out in a slow hiss between
clenched teeth. He slowly pulled out, his legs still quivering with the
tension. As I tried to push forward, swallow more of him, his gentle hold
turned vice-like as he held me in place and let me know it was his turn to
be in charge. For five minutes, he slowly filled my mouth and throat in a
steady rhythm.

When his breathing shifted from a hiss into deep, ragged panting, he pulled
me in close until my nose was crushed in his dark trimmed patch. His cock
swelled as he held me there. A minute went by and I started feeling
light-headed. His whole body stayed rigidly still as he held me in
place. Pinpricks of light danced by my eyes. His cock swelled even more and
his breathing grew more ragged, but he still didn't move. I was pounding on
his thighs as panic took over when he let out a deep growl that rivaled his
dad's and started pumping cum down my throat.

I felt three shots from his throbbing cock before he whipped it out and
pushed me back. I collapsed gasping for air as two volleys splattered
across my face and hair.

There was a slow clap. "That's quite the fucking show you put on son," said
Big Dave leaning in the doorframe. The floor creaked as he walked across
the room joining his son by the bed. Big Dave was back in his brown
coveralls and boots from having gone to get firewood, but the thick canvas
could do nothing to hide the beer can bulge that had swelled watching the
show.

He reached down and raised me gently by my shoulder into a sitting
position. I was still catching my breath as he guided my head back to his
son's cock.

Even after the volleys that had coated my face, Derek's dick continued to
ooze cum. A thick line of cream had run down the shaft and threatened to
drip off his balls. Big Dave pushed my head in closer making sure I knew
what was expected. I caught the drip on my tongue and licked my way up the
shaft, actually tasting Derek's cum for the first time. It had the same
cedar and musk taste as Big Dave's, but not as bitter.

Big Dave held me there until he had decided I'd done a thorough enough job
cleaning his son's balls and cock. The entire time Derek never flagged or
softened even a little bit. His dad pressed down on the head of Derek's
dick and let it spring back up. "Looks like there's more to the story," Big
Dave said. "Why don't we go tell it by the fire before we break this old
bed."

Derek nodded, smiled, and headed into the camp's living room

II.

Big Dave helped me up. For the first time I felt the chill of the early
spring evening and shivered. I looked around for my clothes.

Big Dave snatched my jeans from the floor as Ireached for them. "Oh, you
won't be needing these," he said. He was still smiling like he had in the
truck or when he had got me on my knees on the old couch in the living
room, when I started to protest and say I was cold.

There was something different about that smile I realized as he caught me
by the chin. He got his face real close to mine and said in a low voice, "I
asked if you wanted to leave or stay and do exactly what I said, right?"

I nodded.

"And if you want to, you know you can grab your bike out of the back of the
truck at any time, right?"

Again, I nodded.

"So when I tell you that what I want you to do is to go into that living
room with Derek and I, and do anything he or I tell you to do tonight,
you're going to be okay with that, right?"

When I nodded the third time, Big Dave laughed and tousled my cum-sticky
hair. Something had changed between Big Dave and I. I wasn't the innocent
hitchhiker that he had coaxed into sucking his cock on the side of the
road, and neither was I the eighteen year-old that he had cajoled facedown
and ass up into his son's bed. I had become a co-conspirator actively
choosing to be part of whatever happened. He pulled me in close and brought
his lips to mine. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, exploring it
like I was his to discover, which I had just committed to being.

"I'm glad you see it my way," said Big Dave, breaking the kiss as he
dropped my jeans back on the floor and led me into the living room. "Would
have been a chilly bike ride without those."

III.

The camp had a small one-ass-kitchen where a motley collection of faded
coffee mugs, mismatched plates, and shot glasses were stored on hand made
shelves by an old gas refrigerator. Big Dave disappeared in the kitchen and
a couple minutes later there was some banging and some swearing as he
searched for something in the dark.

Derek stood in front of the wood stove. Sweat from the radiating heat or
the exertion of his recent encounter glistened in the kerosene lamp
light. The dark trail of hair from his belly button down to his thatch had
taken on an auburn tone. I wondered if it would get darker like his dad's
over time. His dick still stood straight up, the head flushed a deep red.

Derek dropped onto the dusty couch cushions where Big Dave had fed me his
cock before fucking me on his son's bed not long ago. He leaned back, arms
crossed behind his head, smiling at me with a self satisfied smile I had
never seen on him before.

From the kitchen, I could hear Big Dave talking on the phone. "Hey
Jack... Yeah, I saw the boys... Derek said he was gonna pitch a tent with
Joey, but he'll be home tomorrow... Yeah, what's a missed day. It's not
going to stop `em from graduating... Right, I'll let Derek know... See you
then."

Derek's smile grew as he heard his dad talking on the phone. "Guess we got
time for me to finish my story," he said. He waved me over in front of
him. "Damn Joey," he said as he reached around and slid a finger into my
ass. "My dad really opened you up, didn't he? Was he your first?"

As I nodded, Derek began guiding first one leg and then the other until I
was kneeling on the couch over him. "You know, your stepdad didn't stop
after he came that first time either," as Derek talked, continued guiding
my ass lower until I could feel his dick touching the enterance to my
freshly fucked hole.

"Jack finished his second beer with me stretched across the table
swallowing his cock. Once that beer can was empty, Jack put his hands on my
chest to let me know that I wasn't going anywhere, but we both knew that I
wasn't planning on leaving," as Derek continued telling me about his first
encounter with my stepdad, he began to guide his cock into me using only
the load his dad had left as lube. Instinctively, I tightened and tried to
pull up, but he held me firmly and waited until I stopped struggling before
continuing that relentless, slow push deeper into me and continuing his
story.

"You know Jack has one of those torpedo shaped dicks that's thickest just
past the head and narrows a bit by the base. That means that when he was in
me, he felt lodged in. He'd pull it all the way out so the head was just on
my lips and then slowly slide forward, not even stopping at my throat,
until his balls were fully on my nose." At this point, Derek's dick was
half way into me. It didn't have any taper or narrower spots: it was just
thick the whole way down. Derek stared at my face and as I adjusted, he
began pulling me deeper onto him.

"Jack kept face fucking me on your table until we heard you get up to take
a piss, Derek continued in the same controlled tone. "I started to panic
that you would find us, but before I could do anything, Jack had pulled his
cock out of me, stepped into a pair of shoes, and picked me up like I was
nothing from the table.

"He carried me buckass naked out across the driveway to his garage.  There
was a sawhorse in one of the bays. He told me to lean over, and I did
without asking why. By the time I thought to ask, he had my legs spread and
tied to that sawhorse." As Derek talked, I felt his balls brushing my ass,
he was completely in me. With the same, steady hands, he guided me up and
down, showing me what he wanted, setting the rhythm he wanted.

Derek began slowly undulating his hips meeting the rhythm he had set for
me. For a guy who had never smiled much, he looked pretty damn happy with
his eyes closed and head leaning back on the old couch. For several
minutes, he savored the moment, pushing in and out without any rush.

As my legs began to start shaking, Big Dave walked into the room. I heard
him come up behind me, and then my world flipped as Big Dave scooped me up
like I weighed nothing. Derek's dick popped out of me, and Big Dave set me
down on my hands and knees on the floor in front of the woodstove. He knelt
before me, his hands holding my shoulders, and that heavy rod of his
swaying like a cobra inches from my mouth.

Derek slid off the couch so he was behind me, the head of his dick knocking
at my sore hole. He held me by the waist and let just the head of cock
slide in and out and kept me on edge as he started talking again. "Jack
always keeps a tin of bag balm out in the garage for his hands. He grabbed
it and an old rag and stood in front of me telling me to open my mouth. I
thought he was going to skullfuck me again like he had inside," said
Derek. I felt Big Dave's grip on my shoulders tighten. "Instead, when I
opened my mouth, he shoved the rag in and told me I could be as loud as I
wanted to out here. Then he slapped some balm on his cock and slammed it
into me. He kept slamming it into me and I kept hollering right up until I
came and he came. After that, I was hooked."

Derek slammed his cock fully into me. It hit something deep and
electric. He pulled it out and slammed into me again. With his dad holding
my shoulders, there was nowhere for me to go. His balls hit my ass as he
hit that electric spot again. I heard a low guttural groan fill the room
punctuated by gasps matching the wild cadence of Derek's savaging fucking.

It wasn't until Big Dave loosened his hold so I pitched forward and gave
him the chance to lodge his cock in my throat once more, that I realized
the groaning had been coming from me. "Damn boy," said Big Dave. I looked
up, but he wasn't looking at me - he was staring at Derek. "Jack and I used
to tag team guys on that sawhorse before you were around. He'd bull his way
into them like he did you, and I'd keep their mouths full so the sound
wouldn't bother any one. We'd take turns turning them out all night, and
then Jack would tell them to be back tomorrow if they wanted more. They'd
always come back. I guess that's what happened to you?"

I couldn't see if Derek nodded or not, but Big Dave held my head in place
and began matching Derek's pace. His cedar musk filled my head as his balls
slammed into my chin, and Derek repeatedly slammed into that same spot that
turned my world electric. My own hard dick slapped at my belly. My arms and
legs began to shake under the double assault I was getting at both
ends. And then I could feel my balls tighten.

Derek came with a yell right as I sprayed a load out onto the floor. His
swelled and pumped deep into me as I spasmed around him. He didn't slow
down until Big Dave's breath turned ragged. That bear of a man grabbed me
and shot one more load from that beer can he called a dick so deep into me,
that I couldn't taste it until Big Dave pulled back enough so I could lick
the final drops.

I collapsed onto the floor as Derek pulled out of me. I could feel my own
cum, already cooling and sticky, beneath me as I lay there panting. If this
was a fraction of what Derek had felt after Jack had used him every which
way to Sunday, then I could understand why he had started spending all of
his time with my stepdad.

I looked up at Big Dave. He was watching me with an expression that I was
starting to understand - something hard and hungry. He leaned back and
guided me back to his cock. "Seems like this one's going to be coming back
for more too," he said to Derek. Despite having came for the third time
that day, Big Dave's cock began to swell again in my mouth as he moved my
head up and down. "Think we can keep him entertained through tomorrow
evening?"

"Fuck yes," said Derek. I felt him moving into position behind me. His
thick member, so much like Big Dave's, already swelled with impatience as
he leveled it to my battered ass. "And tomorrow,' he said as he shoved back
in, "we'll grab that sawhorse from the woodshed."


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