Date: Mon, 2 May 2022 12:25:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Owning a Campground - Chapter Four This is a story about a middle aged man who has lost most of everything that matters to him and ends up at a campground that rekindles fond memories from his childhood. There he meets a teenager who changes his perspective on life. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Owning a campground Chapter Four As I promised Nick, I came back to the campground as soon as I got out of work on Sunday. I ran into Hank as I parked my car in the parking lot. "Hi Randy, I wasn't expecting you back until next Friday." "I got out of work a little early and needed some campground therapy after a long day of dealing with ass holes at work. It was a job fair so we were supposed to put our best face forward to encourage people to want to work for our company. Some of the guys found an open bar at a wedding reception in an adjacent event room and got totally wasted. Made fools of themselves and the boss got so pissed off he fired three of them on the spot and ended the job fair early." "Wow, good thing you stayed sober. Next time take some of my dandelion wine and get everyone drunk then fired, you'll end up owning the company." "No thank you, not what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'm just biding my time until something better comes along. It won't take much to be better than where I am now, that's for sure." "Too bad you didn't get here earlier, I could have introduced you to my helper that works during the week. He had to leave early too, had a birthday party for his younger brother. Maybe you'll see him in the morning before you leave." "Maybe. I want to get into work early to deal with the fallout from today. I imagine those of us left will have to take on the workload of those who left, at least temporarily." I strolled by the pool to see if Nick would be there but no luck. I went on down to my site and saw him eating supper with his family as I passed. "Hey, Randy, want to stop for a bite to eat?" Fred asked. "Thanks but I've got to get out of these dress clothes from working today." "Well, stop back after you've changed. There is plenty and we'll be here," he added. Then talking to Nick, "See Nick, even Randy has to work on the weekends sometimes. Maybe you should fix him a plate and take it over to his tent." Nick just looked at his dad with a blank expression and nodded his head in agreement. Then looked my way and smiled and gave me a little wave. I got to my tent and got out of my dress clothes for work. I was standing naked in my tent when I heard Nick's voice outside my tent flap. "It's Nick. Are you decent?" he asked innocently. "No, I'm naked," "Good, just the way I like you," as he unzipped the door and came in carrying a plate of food. "Where do you want me to put this?" holding out the food. "Put the food on top of the cooler and put yourself right here," as I held out my arms. Any pretense of hesitation or hinting at what we both wanted was long past. We both knew exactly what we wanted. Nick put the plate down and walked into my arms, hugging me and bringing his mouth to mine. He had given me a few pecks on the lips but this was a deep passionate kiss with no mistaking its meaning. My cock was stiff and poking him as we hugged, his hand reaching down to caress it. I pulled back from our kiss, "You're a little overdressed, aren't you?" then went back for another kiss. Nick shed his clothes in a second and we were rubbing our naked bodies and stiff cocks together. We weren't in a rush and just cherished the openness as we shared our affection for one another. We lay down next to each other and began to mutually stroke our cocks. We started slowly, but the heat of the moment got to us and we sped up, Nick getting closed to his orgasm than I was. "I'm getting really close, but I want us to cum together," Nick announced. "Don't try to wait, you'll loose it. Just let yourself go and enjoy it as much as I will enjoy bringing you this pleasure. Then it will be my turn." With that Nick's cock stiffened and pulsed in my hand, spraying his cum on my cock and my abdomen. He had slowed slightly but then picked his speed back up and pushed me over the edge. "Grab the towel behind you so we can clean up." "The same one from this morning?" "Yes. I'm going to have to keep a supply of cum rags handy if we keep this up." We went back to kissing and coming down off our high. "I better get going before my parents wonder why it's taking so long to drop of your food. I don't want my dad coming over to check up." "Ok, you're right. If you want to talk later, I'll get a fire going and we can sit outside so he can see us out in the open if you want to talk." "I'm good. I think I'll just go back and turn in. You wore me out," Nick laughed. "Sure, no problem. I'm good as well. I'll be heading out early in the morning to get back to work. I'll see you again this Friday?" "You damn well better. You'll see a lot more of me and I'll see a lot more of you." Nick gave me another kiss and left the tent. I was still naked so I got in my sleeping bag and reflected on what we had done. I felt good, no remorse, no second thoughts, just happy that Nick and I enjoyed each other like we did. I don't think the smile left my face all night. The next day at work there was still fall out from the job fair. The boss was looking to make up for the employees he fired so he came up with a plan for everyone to work ten-hour days. We could work four days to get our forty hours or we could work five days and get ten hours of overtime pay. I didn't like my job so there was no way I was going to work that many extra hours, even for the extra money. I opted to take Mondays off starting next week. This week I would work the ten-hour days and take Friday off, giving me a four-day weekend to spend at the campground. After work each night I was reading up on campfire cooking and was anxious to try these ideas. I went shopping and got the supplies I needed for the meals I was going to prepare and also enough other throw together meals in case my skills weren't up to the level of the on line videos. I didn't want to impose on Hank again, although he did make a delicious meal. On Friday I arrived at the campground by midmorning to the sound of a hungry chain saw, tearing it way through a large piece of wood, straining to get the job done. I followed the noise and found Hank battling his way through a large tree trunk, trying to clear the road to the back of the camp. During the night a tree had come crashing down across the road. He had a piece cut through the middle section so the road was passable but much more needed to be done. When he had finished the cut he was working on, I approached him and offered my help. "Hi Randy. I didn't expect to see you here this early today." "I'm not working today. Plus I have Mondays off for the foreseeable future. More time to be out here." "That's great, good to hear the news. If you want to help you can pull the branches off to the side as I cut them off the main trunk. I appreciate the help if you think a desk jockey like yourself can handle it," laughing as he fired up the chain saw again giving me no chance for a rebuttal. Hank was a sight to watch, his shirtless body glistening with sweat, wood chips clinging to every inch of him. His arm muscles bulging as he commanded the saw back and forth through the tree trunk, then swinging it with ease as he trimmed the branches and limbs from the dissected tree. I was having a hard time keeping up with him, moving the trash to the side of the road to be picked up later. He put the saw down after enough was cut and began to pile the cut logs, tossing them in a pile like they were balsa wood and not heavy oak. His desk jockey comment was meant as a joke but my struggling to keep up with him made it more truth than humor. My bravado, however, would not let this get the best of me. By 1:00 we had made enough progress for Hank to call it quits for the day. "Let's go get some lunch and then I have to be in the office to sign in weekend guests." "Gee, I was hoping we could keep this up all afternoon. I was just getting warmed up," I feigned my physical suitability for this task. "Right, if you got any more warmed up you'd burst into flames. But you did a good job of keeping up with me. Not many can. I'll come back Monday and pick up the logs then split them for campfire wood. Campers will take the smaller branches this weekend. Makes my job easier." We headed back to Hank's cabin but decided to take a shower and clean up before we ate lunch. He grabbed an extra towel for me and we headed to the shower house. On the way we ran into Nick going to the pool with his sister. "Hey Randy, you're back again. What the hell happened to you? You look like you ran into an angry beaver and he won." "No, ran into Hank and his mighty chain saw," I replied as Hank smiled and laughed at me. "Say no more. That's worse than a whole river of angry beavers," Nick shot back. "And I get more work done than they would!" Hank defended himself. "Look me up when you get cleaned up," seeing the towels in our hands and headed for the shower house. When we got to the shower house, Hank went in my shower and put a key in the hot water meter and turned it on. "You worked hard with me this morning so you get free hot water." "Sweet. Can I borrow that key sometime?" I suggested with a grin. "Sure. But there is a $25.00 fee when you take it." "It's cheaper to use quarters, thanks." "My point exactly," as he went to his own shower cubicle. I didn't want to take advantage of free hot water so I didn't linger any longer than necessary. Hank was already finished when I turned my water off. I dried off, put my shorts on and went out into the common area. Hank was standing naked in front of the mirror combing his hair. I didn't have a comb so I stood in front of the next mirror and just kind of pushed my hair in place, using my fingers as a comb. I glanced down at Hank's cock, just out of typical guy curiosity. Damn, what a monster he was packing! Hanging down between his legs was at least eight inches of flaccid thick cock. Certainly not what I'd expect on a man as thin and wiry as Hank. "Kind of big for the rest of me, isn't it?" Hank asked. I looked up quickly, embarrassed at getting caught looking. "I don't think you can trade it in for a smaller model so I guess you're stuck with it," trying to take the awkwardness out of the moment. "That's why I didn't make this a nudist camp. No man would come here and be shamed by this," he laughed. He wrapped his towel around him and we headed to his cabin for lunch. "I'm glad you and Nick have hit it off so well. He needs an older man in his life to make up for his father not being around much. I get the feeling that even when his father is around, they don't talk much. At least not about the important things. Nick will hang with the boy I have working during the week whenever he can, but he needs someone older to council him and guide him, teach him things he needs to know." "His father told me almost the same thing last weekend. But I've never been a father so I don't know if I'm the right man for the task. I don't want to tell him the wrong things or lead him astray." "Just be yourself and be sincere. And be there for him. Listen to his worries, his concerns with an open mind and share his happy times with excitement. He might not always agree with you or you with him. Support comes in many different ways." "Thanks. I'll do my best not to disappoint you or his father." I finished eating and returned to my tent. I didn't see Nick anywhere on the way so figured I look him up later. I unzipped the tent flap and there was Nick inside, lying on the air matters with his hands behind his head. This time he was still dressed. "Well, I think I seen this before, only with a different wardrobe," I smiled at him. "I didn't know if Hank would be coming back with you or not so I decided to play it safe. But now that it's just you, . . ." as he sat up and pulled off his shirt. "Where is your sister?" "She is playing wit some friends for a couple of hours. We have some time all to ourselves," as he stood up and unzipped his pants. "Wait a minute, we needed to talk, remember?" I reminded him. "Oh, okay," as his smile disappeared and he zipped up his pants. "Guess the other day was just a one time thing?" "Not necessarily. But I want to make sure we're both okay with what we did." "Hell yes! I'm so okay I never want to stop doing it, as often and as many times as we can. So let's get to it," as the smile returned and the zipper came down again. "Not so fast. I want to know how you feel about this and where this is going. Is this just recreational sex or are you looking for a relationship of some kind?" "Why do you have to complicate things? Can't we just get each other off and have some fun?" "Again, it's an adult thing. So you're just looking for recreational sex?" "I guess so. You?" "I have no idea. It's fun but you're the first guy I ever done anything with. So far it's just sex but I don't think it would be a good idea for either one of us if it turned into something more. This is your first time as well, right?" "Kinda but not really. I've played around a little with the kid who works for Hank during the week. It's the same with he and I though, just sex and having fun. Most we've done so far is jerk each other off, like we did, but he wants to do more." "Just be careful. Teenagers can go from raging hormones to serious affection in light speed." "Okay, daddy number two, lecture over, now get undressed and get over here," he commanded as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Still giving the orders. Which I willingly obeyed. I was getting down on the air mattress next to Nick when I winced with pain. "Something wring?" Nick asked with concern. "Not really, just sore muscles from helping Hank with the fallen tree this morning. I'll be fine." "Lay on your stomach and let me work on you. I've gotten a few massages from the gym teacher at school and it helps. I'm not a pro but I think I can help you." I got on my stomach and Nick straddled my back, starting to rub and squeeze my shoulders. He worked his way down, alternating between applying pressure and massaging. I was definitely feeling better. And also chubbing up. Nick moved his body further down my back to reach my lower back. He was sitting on my ass cheeks now and I could feel his cock had gotten stiff and it was laying in my ass crack. "Is this the way your gym teacher massaged you?" "With the hands, yes. Naked with his cock on my ass, no. They were so paranoid about sexual abuse in school that they were two adults in the room while I was naked on the table with a towel draped over my ass. It was so bland I didn't even get hard." "Unlike now?" "No reason to then, unlike now," as he slapped my shoulder. His cock was leaking precum and making my ass crack slippery. He noticed it and started rocking back and forth ever so slightly, letting his cock run up and down my crack. He moved back a little further so his cock went lower and was rubbing across my hole. He would lean forward then back so it put some pressure on my hole, not enough to push in, but enough to let me know he was in the right spot. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet," I told him, fearing he was about to shove his cock inside. "Don't worry, I'm not either. But I can feel your butt muscles relax and contract and I think I detected a slight moan of pleasure from you. So I'm just making you feel good." "Mmmm, I'm not sure what feels better, the back massage with your hands or my ass massage with your cock." "No need to decide, enjoy both." He adjusted his position and his cock went further back and fell in between my legs, nestled in my crotch. I clenched my legs together tightly to capture his cock but the amount of precum he had leaked made it impossible for me to hold it tight enough to hold it in place. He felt me close up on him and began to move his cock in and out of my clenched legs. He put his hands on my back to steady himself and began to rock back and forth. This time is was he who moaned as he tightened his grip my back with his hands. He moved forward slightly so now he was rubbing my hole on each stroke of fucking my legs. "Fuck Randy, I've missed you all week," he confessed as he got neared to an orgasm. That comment sounded like more than just recreational sex, feelings were creeping in. But right now I didn't care. I was enjoying giving Nick as much pleasure as I could. Wait, that almost sounds like more than just sex. Or maybe I'm just a considerate partner? I didn't have much time to think about this as Nick groaned loudly and shot his load of cum between my legs, soaking the back of my balls and my cock underneath me. He collapsed forward and lay on top of me, panting and breathing heavy. He kissed my shoulders and my neck then turned my head and kissed me on the mouth. I rolled over and we started kissing again. For the first time, our tongues got in the picture. We were tongue fucking each other's mouths, first mine in him and then his in mine, alternating back and forth with the occasional simultaneous tongue fight. Our hands were running all over each over, pulling us tight together as we made out. Our cocks were mashed together between us, mine still hard and Nick's having regained it full stiffness. "Now it's your turn," as Nick pulled back from our kiss and grabbed my cock to stroke me. I spun around so I was facing his cock and told him I was going for seconds. As we lay there stroking each other I was looking right at his cock, a small amount of his cum still on the tip. It would be so easy to move my head closer and take his cock in my mouth. But I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. Or if Nick was. He had mentioned the boy he played with wanted to do more but Nick wasn't comfortable with that. I'll just stay with the status quo for now. Getting back to the subject in my hand, I sped up and gripped him tighter as I felt my climax pending. Being younger, Nick had cum first last time. But this being his second he lasted until I shot my load. His cum flew out of his cock and I instinctively opened my mouth. Most of it landed on my chin and my cheek but enough went in my mouth for me to get a good taste of him. Not bad, not good, but very erotic. I swung around and gave him an open mouth kiss so he could taste his own cum. "You let me shoot in your mouth?" he exclaimed. "Just a little got in. I had my mouth open breathing heavy and didn't close my mouth in time," I lied. "Did you like the taste?" "Different, that's for sure. Next time I'll have to try yours. Maybe right from the tap," he offered. Holy shit! He's talking about giving me a blowjob and taking my cum in his mouth? Or at least I think that's what he's saying. Or maybe he just wants to have some shoot in his mouth like I did. Either way, I guess he's ready to do more, at least with me. I just hope I'm ready. If you've enjoyed this story you might like some other stories I've post on Nifty. Search for the name "Jonathan Perkins" under Authors on Nifty.