Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2018 09:26:08 -0400 (EDT)
From: doctor destiny <doctordestiny@comcast.net>
Subject: Camping with Josh

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CAMPING WITH JOSH

By Dudley Jarvis-North

It was hot and humid in Boston -- it was August -- and my thoughts turned
to my cabin in Maine, on a lake deep in the woods, away from noise and
humanity, with all its imperfections. Maine was God's country, with its
pine trees, rocky coastline, trails, birds, beasts, brush, and a thousand
lakes and waterways.

        I had been a Navy Seal, now retired and ready for some hiking,
fishing, and reflection.

         A thought jumped into my head. I wonder if my young ward Josh
would like to join me this year. He was returning to college in September
and this might be the perfect time to teach him the joys of camping. His
father Mike had been my best friend. After Mike died of cancer, I became
Josh's surrogate dad, providing a male presence in his life. He called me
Uncle Ted.

    Josh, now 19, had grown into a handsome young man, 6-1, 170 pounds,
lanky build, sandy hair, pale blue eyes, broad shoulders, washboard
stomach, great legs with just enough of a treasure trail to be
masculine. He was a star on his high school swim team, and reminded me of
Michael Phelps, with his attractively goofy face and All-American smile. He
also reminded me of his dad. My body is very different -- I'm 5-9, 180
solid pounds and have olive skin, dark hair and Italian brown eyes.

    I proposed the trip and Josh was instantly excited. So that Friday, off
we went -- with his mother's blessing -- into my Jeep, up 95, heading for
the Pine Tree State.

      Josh found the radio station he favored, and there it was in the pit
of my stomach -- a palpable excitement just being in his company. Or was he
reminding me of his dad, with whom I had enjoyed many trips to the cabin?
As Josh fumbled with the dial on the radio, I thought I saw him stare at my
crotch. But I blew it off as my imagination.

Josh's Dad, Mike, had been a terrific husband and father, but he had this
other side that craved sex with men, or perhaps just sex with me. We had
been close since childhood. We served in the Seals together. But our
journey to Brokeback Mountain came much later and had started slowly --
like those two cowboys in the movie -- feeling each other out, afraid to
make the first move, wondering if we might ruin a good friendship by
veering into taboo waters.

Eventually, one night at the cabin, we both had had too much to drink and
did everything two hot guys could do. We tasted each other's dicks, fucked,
and even explored watersports. Our sexual adventures are forever in my
memory, but this story is not about those. This is about Mike's son.

     Josh and I arrived at the cabin, about 100 miles north of Boston, and
I put him right to work. The large room was musty and damp from its perch
on the lake. I opened the windows and as I turned around, Josh had flopped
on the double bed -- the only one in the cabin, although there was also a
couch.

"Uncle Ted, is this where you and Dad slept?"

I groaned to myself. Jeezus, where did that come from? I didn't know what
to say, but had to say something. "Yeah, we were going to take turns
sleeping on the sofa, but it's too short and uncomfortable." I hoped that
would satisfy this suddenly precocious kid.

"I like the bed," he said. "And I'm even taller than dad was, so the couch
is out for me."

The kid was being surprisingly brazen but I knew I would have to deal with
the sleeping arrangements sooner or later. I was hoping it would be later.

I changed the subject. "Hey, we gotta air out the sheets and blankets on
the clothes line. Let's get moving."

We readied the oil lamps; we brought six-packs of beer and a few cans of
soda down to the lake and immersed the mesh bags that held them for later
enjoyment. We put away the canned goods -- soups, beans, vegetables and
bags of marshmallows -- into the single cabinet near the sink.

     I showed Josh the outhouse -- this was Maine -- and we gathered some
logs and placed them next to the wood burning stove inside. I warned Josh
that Maine gets cold at night, that I hoped he had brought warm
clothing. While I had visions of his naked body, I was still obligated to
be Uncle Ted and guard his well-being.

      "Josh, that's enough tidying, let's go for a swim, so I grabbed two
towels and we ambled down to the lake. Josh said he had forgotten his
Speedos, but I assured him that I always swam in my underwear up here. I
started to strip off my shirt and loosen my belt on my jeans. Josh
followed. I avoided staring at him, but who could resist? He was beautiful
in his smooth innocence as he peeled down to his stark white Jockey shorts.

     He swam and I, in red boxer briefs, watched, as his wet sandy-colored
hair turned darker. I swam toward him and got him in a clinch. He was
taller, but I was stronger. I picked him up, tossing him into the clear
water. As he flew through the air, I had a glancing look at the bulge in
his wet tighteys. His penis looked long and full. Moments later, he threw
me another curve, sheepishly looking at me with a question: "Would you
mind, Uncle Ted -- if I swim naked? It's so much freer."

I nodded OK, not sure if it was a good idea. But there it was -- would you
believe it? Unlike his Dad and unlike me, the kid had a pink foreskin
sitting atop a nice pair of balls, a long one at that, as he looked away
and gave me a chance to view it. How did that happen? Perhaps Mike had
secretly sampled uncut men in his travels and wanted his son to keep his
skin.

We both were having a terrific time, perhaps for different reasons. Josh
was showing off his swimming skills while enjoying the beauty of nature and
I was enjoying the beauty of Josh.

I saw him slither through the water, go under, and the next thing I knew he
had grabbed my legs and I tumbled back and under with a loud splash. He was
stronger than I thought. He mounted me and I could feel his penis and balls
against my back. We were like two little kids, even though I was 50.

       Time flew by and I could see the late afternoon sun fading. We
needed to stop the frolicking and catch some fish. I grabbed bucket of
worms we had purchased en route and pushed the rowboat into the water, and
we set for a deeper part of the lake. I coached Josh on threading a hook
and waiting patently for a bite. The kid was a natural at that, too. He
caught two good-sized lake trout, one bass, a pickerel to my three fish. We
had a good chuckle and I was happy to see the kid smile, as we looked
forward to a tasty dinner.

I built a fire on rocks near the cabin and we settled in, eating trout and
beans, cooked on a camp fire, and drank beer. The scene reminded me of my
times here with Mike.

We were in mosquito country, so I sprayed Josh's long legs, rubbing the
harshly scented liquid on them. We had changed into long-sleeved jerseys
and shorts, so our legs were enticing meat for the pests that hang out near
lakes. I was wishing Josh were still naked so I could spray and touch his
butt as well. As we lay by the campfire, Josh stretched out and asked if he
could have one more beer. Against my better judgment I got one for myself
as well.

Usually the silent type, Josh carried the conversation. "Tell me, what did
you and dad do up here at night? I don't remember much about him, but I
remember he was excited about going on trips with you and was in such a
good mood when he returned."

I came up with the expected. "We pretty much did what we're doing -- swam,
fished, talked, cooked dinners. We went hiking in the daytime."

"Did you guys fool around together, too?"

I gulped. "Hmmm ... not sure what you mean, Josh."

"I need to tell you something, Uncle Ted." I know that you like men -- Mom
told me a while back-- and I have wondered if my dad did, too. It's OK. I
know about guys who like guys."

"What brought this up, Josh? We've never talked about it before."

"Uncle Ted, I have a really close friend -- Anthony -- that I do everything
with.Classes, the swim team; we do the gym; we study together; movies, TV,
hiking. Then Josh let out an embarrassing giggle. "On one of our hiking
trips, it just happened."

I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but I signed up for awkward
moments when I became Josh's guardian, so he needed to talk and I needed to
listen.

"I'm not sure what you're saying. I mean, are you saying that you're gay?
If that's what you're saying, that's fine."

"Yes, I am. I had a crush on Anthony for a long time. When we were lying
awake at night in our tent, all I could think about was touching him. So I
did. He was hard in his shorts, and he did nothing to stop me. I could
barely stand it. I pulled off his briefs, but I didn't expect how it would
go."

"How did it go?" I wasn't sure it was a good idea to ask, but I couldn't
resist.

"Anthony grabbed me and got on top of me and started kissing me. I loved
the taste of his lips. I knew I was gay, but didn't think he was. He pulled
off my briefs before I had a chance to say anything.

"He said, `I saw that you were uncircumcised in the shower and I always
wondered what it felt like.' He pulled my skin back and forth and then took
me in his mouth."

"Jeez, Josh, I never imagined you doing that."

"We did it only once. I think Anthony is basically straight. It might have
been he was just curious about the uncut thing. Anyway, we had a terrific
time. I pulled off his boxers and sucked on his fat one. He was so excited
and really loud. Then I licked his balls. They were hairy. He has lots of
black hair around his dick and moving up his stomach and chest. We let
nature take its course. I couldn't get enough of licking him -- his dick,
his balls, and smelling his pubic hair. Even though I had never had sex
with a guy, I had watched porn and read so many stories that I knew what to
do."

I was silent.

Don't you want to hear what we did next?" Josh asked.

Of course, I did -- badly.

"I turned Anthony over, and ran my tongue along his butt -- from his balls
to his lower back. Unlike me, he's really hairy, and his black hair looks
amazing next to his white skin. Yes, I couldn't resist sticking my tongue
into his hairy hole, too."

I could say that this was too much information, but I was hard in my
shorts. "You say Anthony is straight, yet he was OK with that?"

"I guess. He started moaning so loudly, I was taken aback. He raised his
butt up toward my face and let me use my tongue on his ass. It was so hot,
Uncle Ted; I almost came just licking it -- he tasted so manly. I love dark
hair. So unlike mine -- you can barely see my pubic hair and my butt is
smooth. Dark hair just seems more masculine. Uncle Ted, you have dark
hair. I'm wondering if you have as much back there as Anthony. He's
Italian, too."

Josh knew what to say to unnerve me. He had obviously had too many beers
and I wasn't sure where this should go, but I knew where I wanted it to
go. I didn't have to wait long.

"Uncle Ted, can I see your butt?" he asked so innocently I almost
laughed. "I won't tell anyone. I was disappointed that you didn't get naked
at the lake. I guess I'm an ass man."

I was gasping for breath. "Don't tell anyone" is all I could say.

I turned over onto my stomach but before I could undo the belt on my khaki
shorts, Josh had wrapped his hands around my waist and was doing it for
me. My knees were sitting on dead pine needles on the Maine ground. Josh
worked fast and before I knew it, he had my zipper down and was frantically
pulling off my shorts.

"Wow, Uncle Ted... so much hair is sticking out of your briefs at the top
and legs -- that's so hot. I love how hairy your legs are. But I didn't
know your butt was even hairier." He kissed the top of my shorts where hair
veered toward my back.

Josh tugged on my underwear and had them off almost too fast. "Even your
butt cheeks are hairy." He ran his finger along my moist crack. I was too
excited to speak. So I let him do the talking.

"Your ass is fucking unbelievable."

I had never heard this polite kid swear before. I felt him close in on my
crack.

"I love what you have, Uncle Ted." And then I felt his hot breath on my
crease. Josh grabbed my hips with both hands and his tongue found the
target. It darted into my hole, and it felt good.

He came up for a second. "It tastes sweaty. Do you like me doing it, Uncle
Ted?" Instead of answering, I reached around and grabbed Josh's head with
my right hand and pushed him back onto my hole.

His tongue swirled around repeatedly and then plunged inside. I could feel
his warm spit. I hadn't showered all day but the swim in the lake had left
me fairly clean, although I had worked up a sweat building a fire.

Josh stuck his tongue inside and pulled out, fucking my ass with his
tongue. I had never been tongue-fucked so passionately or thoroughly. Where
did this kid learn all this, I asked myself. Then I relaxed and let him eat
my ass. I pushed up in the air so he could get his face deep in my
crack. His lips grabbed at my opening. His tongue coated my sphincter. He
started sucking on the edges while his tongue penetrated my ring. He used
lots of saliva and I could feel it dripping along my crack. I was in
heaven.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I heard Josh spit on his
right hand, reach around and grab hold of my dick. I have about 7 fat
circumcised inches. He gripped me and began a slow jerk-off using his thumb
and forefinger to grip the mushroom cap. He never took his mouth off my
ass, except occasionally to push his nose inside.

He stroked my penis vigorously and continued to rim me. I wanted it to last
for hours. But I was too stimulated for that to happen. I felt the familiar
urgent feeling in my dick and balls. Josh felt it, too. He speeded up his
jerking just a tad and glued his mouth to my ass. I exploded and my cum
shot onto the pine needles. Reams of cum. I hadn't shot in a week. Josh
came up from my ass and said, "Now I am going to clean off your dick." He
rotated my hips and took my dick in his mouth, almost to the balls. There
was plenty of cum still clinging to the cap and slit for him to taste. He
licked up and down the sides and polished me. When he was finished, my dick
would have passed a Navy Seal inspection.

He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him as he smacked
his lips. I was too spent to say a word, and he didn't either.

We enjoyed the moment. I didn't even think about what was going to happen
later that night in bed.

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