Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2018 19:06:29 -0400 (EDT) From: doctor destiny Subject: Camping with Josh Part 2 Hi, fellow Nifty readers. Thanks for reading my stuff. I'm a retired journalist living in Boston and Fort Lauderdale. I've enjoyed many of the stories on here. Lots of hot, entertaining writing. Please donate to the site, as I have. Other stories I've posted are The Bass Player, The Pact, James (all Encounters), Drink It (Urination), Aaron's Basement (Adult Youth), Taken in the Woods (Authoritarian). Be glad to hear from you if these stories excite you. doctordestiny@comcast.net In Part 1, our two campers -- Uncle Ted and Josh -- had had a splendid time by the campfire getting to know each other, with young Josh expressing an appreciation for Uncle Ted's hairy butt that reminded him of his Italian best buddy on the swim team. After falling asleep by the campfire, the pair have awakened to a cool evening at the cabin on a lake in Maine. It's time to go inside and hit the sack. CAMPING WITH JOSH Part 2 By Dudley Jarvis-North Josh has fallen asleep with his body sprawled over my legs. I gently shake him as the campfire has turned to embers. It is about 9 p.m. and an evening chill has wafted in from the lake, even though it is August. Maine has its own rules about weather. "It's time to go inside before the mosquitos do any more damage." Josh opened his eyes, nodded, and off we went. I had a pocket flashlight that got us to the door. The full moon helped. I lit several candles and soon the cabin was bathed in a warm glow. It is a large room with a wood burning stove, a couch, a kitchen sink, an antique oak ice box that hold cans of beer and Coca-Cola. There is a row of kitchen cabinets along a short wall. The cabin has several windows and a single full-sized bed. Josh had already spread his lanky body on that bed when we arrived in the late morning and gave a thumbs down to sleeping on the sofa. I asked him to fetch some logs in order to get a fire going in the stove, and he sprang into action. He was wearing shorts that showed off the blond hair on his legs and a long-sleeved flannel shirt. "Uncle Ted, thank you for bringing me to the cabin. I had a wonderful day and I especially wanted to thank you for ... " Before he could finish the thought, I interrupted. "No big deal, kid. I always wanted to teach you how much fun camping can be." Josh's dad, Mike, and I had frequently visited the cabin, and after he died, I had assumed the role as Josh's guardian. Mike had often said, "If anything happens to me, I want you to take care of my boy." But I never dreamed that Mike, my best friend and Navy Seal buddy, would die young. Josh was now 19 and heading to his sophomore year at Northeastern University in Boston. The stove will heat up the place in short order, but Josh wasn't waiting. He has removed his shirt and shorts and was washing the silverware in the sink. He is 6-feet-tall, slender, with a luminescent, mostly hairless body and dark blond treasure trail rising from his white briefs. Beautiful. I am tired; the long drive from Boston, getting the cabin ready, swimming in the lake in which Josh and I horsed around, the fishing trip for dinner, pan-frying the catch, drinking too many beers, and then getting unexpectedly rimmed, having drained my 50-year-old body. My introduction to forbidden sex with Josh began when he revealed his crush on his straight friend Anthony that had led to his licking his hairy Italian butt that in turn led to Josh licking mine. That was likely what he wanted to thank me for earlier when I interrupted him. Josh had awakened from his nap refreshed and asked if he could have another beer. I couldn't say no. We sat on the sofa and he stretched his legs. "I'm looking forward to sleeping with you tonight, Uncle Ted." The kid knew how to amp up my sexual desires, although I felt some anxiety as well. His dad and I had had sex up here many times, but he and I were childhood friends and the same age. Josh was my ward and 31 years younger. "We both need a good night's sleep, Josh. Big day tomorrow," I said, hoping to dampen his fantasies, whatever those were. The kid was so freewheeling and open about his sexuality -- nothing like his dad or me. It took years of pussyfooting around before we explored each other's bodies. "Uncle Ted, I need to pee," he announced. There was an outhouse 40 yards away in back of the cabin, but I told Josh he could just open the back door and piss from there. I watched from the sofa as he moved toward the door and pulled down his briefs -- they were classic Y-front Jockeys. I had an excellent look at his splendid ass and overall athletic grace. His relentless stream landed on pine needles, which sopped up his warm juice. It was a long piss and after the splashing sound stopped, Josh seemed to be taking his time turning around. I thought he was carefully shaking the last drops off his dick. That wasn't what he was doing. When he finally turned around, he hadn't bothered to cover himself, and there was his long uncut penis flopping around for my eager eyes. "Uncle Ted, I saw you stare at my dick at the lake. Is it because I'm not circumcised like you and Dad?" The kid had again hit my queasy bulls-eye. Yes, his circumcision status was a fascination for me, especially since Josh's dick, unlike some uncut ones that turn pointy and pinched under the skin, had a rounded mushroom head that stretched his foreskin to its limits. "Josh, how do you know about your dad's and my dicks?" "I saw Dad in the shower when I was a kid. Earlier, when I was eating your butt, I saw yours hanging down under your taint. It's a nice one; the fat mushroom cap reminds me of Anthony's." I was squirming again, not sure whether to thank him or change the subject. "Have you had sex with many uncut guys, Uncle Ted? Anthony touched my penis basically because he was curious about my foreskin. He was fixated on how the skin moved up and down." "Josh, I hadn't thought about it that much -- a total lie. I loved meeting uncut guys in Boston, which has to be the circumcision capital of the US with its fairly small Latino population and WASP and Irish parents so obsessed with the cleanliness of their sons' dicks that they surrendered them to the scalpel. Josh approached me as I sat on the sofa and said, "I want to show you something." His crotch was only a few inches from my face as he slowly pulled back the skin where inside his foreskin sat a white gooey blob. It took me a few blinks to determine what it was. With that Josh let out an uproarious laugh, and I laughed as well. The kid had finally loosened up his stick-in-the-mud guardian. "We forgot to toast the marshmallows for dessert, so I thought I'd warm one up for you in my foreskin. Wanna taste it?" And he moved the spongy mass closer to my lips. I opened my mouth and as he pulled back his skin, he laid the marshmallow on my tongue. I pushed my lips onto it, dislodging it from his prepuce with my tongue. It had absorbed some of Josh's piss and tasted wonderful. I let the sweet-salty confection melt in my mouth and concentrated on Josh's 7 inches of young perfection. "God, he was hard, as I used my tongue to polish the inside of his skin. Back and forth my lips worked to push his foreskin down past the head and up again. He had put his hands behind his head in a top guy pose as his Jockeys slid all the way to his ankles. "Suck my uncircumcised dick, Uncle Ted. I've been thinking about your mouth all day." I moved off the couch and knelt before this young Lochinvar, wrapping my arms around his lithe body and using my hands to cup his ass cheeks. My dog-tiredness evaporated; I was on fire. I called forward my best technique to give him the most intense blowjob I could. He was exceedingly verbal, shooting orders at me to take it all inside my mouth, pushing it against my tonsils, rubbing my nose in his dark blond pubic hair, coaching me to savor his precum, which oozed out in copious amounts. "Suck me like you've never sucked anyone before," the kid commanded. Jeez, he was a stud, just like his dad. After many minutes of my slurping him, he pushed me off, grabbed my shoulders and pulled my shirt off as I lost my balance and landed on the braided rug. He unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of the loops and unbuttoned me. He roughly pulled my shorts off and then my boxer-briefs. He stretched my underwear to the limit with both hands and moved behind me, pulled my arms behind my back with my undies in his mouth. He tied my hands together with my undies and pulled them tight. "That's better," he said, as I wondered how much sexual experience this kid had had. At 19 he was a top and good at it. Josh leaned back on his haunches on the rug and grabbed my hair, pulling me onto his crotch. He used his knees to cup my body as I fought to keep my balance. "I'm going to fuck your face, Uncle Ted," And he did, in long even strokes. "Do you like my foreskin?" And he pulled it out of my mouth and onto my nostrils. "Smell it," Uncle Ted. Anthony said that it was nice and strong. What do you think?" I loved the smell of his dick. Too bad most of the piss flavor was already cleaned away by my tongue, but there still was a distinct taste from the precum that leaked free, and his skin had the residue of years of absorbing his salty juices. He pushed his dick back in my mouth and grabbed my ears. "I never realized that you had cocksucker ears," he said. He began pounding my mouth pushing his dick all the way down to my throat. His dick was actually the perfect length for me. If it had been another inch longer, I would have gagged. It was a mouthful, to be sure, but I could handle it. While he was doing that, he was rubbing the back of my head where my black hair with small weaves of gray snaked down toward my neck. "I love how hairy the back of your head is, Uncle Ted. And the way sprigs of hair travel down to your back. Hot." Josh then pushed me onto me side so that one side of my head was flush on the carpet. He straddled me from the side and fucked my mouth, grabbing his dick and occasionally taking it all the way out and pushing it against my nose so that I could smell under his retracted skin. He repeated that over and over until we settled into a rhythm. "You have a porpoise mouth, Uncle Ted. I bet my Dad loved his cocksucker just as much as I do." That was fairly brash of him to call me that, but not enough for me to stop sucking. His Dad's dick years ago and now his son's completely owned my mouth. I could feel Josh throbbing and his balls rising. I'm getting close," he enthused. And he bellowed loudly as he shot a prodigious load into my mouth. His cum filled me so quickly I barely had time to swallow it before another spasm delivered even more. Why do young guys have such sweet loads, I wondered to myself. I had always been a sweetaholic. Three, four, five times he filled my mouth with his sugar juice before he collapsed on top of me. "That was the best suck job I've ever had," he whispered in my ear. "I love you, Uncle Ted. Next: IN BED WITH JOSH