Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2024 19:29:18 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 8 Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 8 Tanning. Camping out. Making out. Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. https://donate.nifty.org All comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 8 Smithy's folks go stay with his Uncle in a lakeside cabin, off grid so he'll be away over the summer, but I'm busy busy. I've got lots of grass cutting and gardening sessions booked. The big news is that I've started on my tan. I'm just wearing short cut offs and new walking boots that Tonks found in the store, he threw them at me, `jeez, I can't sell these, look, some asshole has inked over the logo, if they are your size you might as well take `em rather than throw them away', `Yes they are and they fit, are you sure Sir, I mean Tonks?', `Sure, wear em and think of me', I give him a hug, I've to be careful I almost winded him, `Give me a break kid, you got a bet with Woody as to whose gonna kill me first?' I just wear shorts everyday, the same pair so I've a single tan line. Same outfit all the time when mowing, when out on the bike and on the way to Tonks's. He tells me I have to wear a polo in the store, he doesn't want folks fainting at the sight. I got an old polo, it's real tight and a bit short. Tonks says it's just about legal whistling through his teeth. My mower is getting easier to push from home to Josephine Drive somehow. I travel light, I take a small towel and a water bottle with me. I'm getting more in tips now and it's nice that folks sit on their porch and watch me, bring me a lemonade and chat during my breaks. It gets so hot I take my water and pour it over my hair then shake to cool off like a dog, wipe my face and body with the small towel and continue mowing. I get a few $10 bills pushed into my shorts just shy of my ever growing pubes, the guys often pass on comments like 'mighty fine, son', `great job', `I heard about you beating Windsor High county record'. In the shower it looks like I've got pale coloured shorts on, I flex, yeah `I'm the man', my cock agrees pointing up at me, nodding, in time with my heartbeat. I look at myself as I dress, the long mirror not quite long enough anymore. Mom says I'm eating $200 in food of the $100 I give her! Smithy calls me to say he has arranged camping at Sonoma Lake for when he gets back home. He says wants my ass before he sees Janey again, I say don't bank on it being available. Woody wants to come along too, I'm fine with it. Smithy's moaning that his tent is not big enough for 3. He's bitching on, Woody says the sleeping mats are the problem, they're too inflexible and uncomfortable. His Pa has an inflatable airbed we can use, we try it out, it covers the whole ground sheet, it's kinda heavy but Woody says he'll carry it if we split the tent like we did before. Monday we meet at Smithy's and check we've got everything. We end up sleeping over in Smithys yard, trying the tent and airbed out. Fuck I think I'm in lurve propper. Woody is gorgeous. Smithy got a bit pissed with me as I wouldn't give it up for him, nor did I for Woody, neither did he ask to he honest but I'm told that slowly, slowly, catches the monkey. On the Tuesday Smithy's dad drives us to the Sonoma rec centre, we walk the couple of hours to the camp. Smithy's bitching about how far it is uphill, Woodys not even broken into a sweat. From the peak we see the lake spread out before us, we see the camp, there are lots of cars dotted about this time, `shit', I say, `It's very busy, we'll have to be careful', `Yeah we might have to wear clothes' says Smithy, Woody just laughs, `you guys!', `Yeah, we won't be able to do anything with those kids and dogs sniffing around' I say, `Hey, how about I call Ranger, and see if he's any ideas?' Says Smithy, getting out his cellphone. He chats on with Ranger, on speaker, who says he knows a real quiet place he uses, it's got a fire pit, level ground and a latrine of sorts. He says it's about an hours walk away from where we are. `Just take a right at Thumb Camp entrance, you'll find a narrow track that leads to an electricity supply box, then carry on, straight ahead, up the hill, there's no path so it can be tough going, but the tree line guides you to the peak. As you start to drop down the other side, with the lake on your far left, you keep descending until the land levels out in the valley bottom. After about 30 minutes or so you'll see a clearing and a circle of trees, each tree has a bird box nailed to it. That's the spot, the lake's straight ahead, If you boys set off now, I'll meet you there'. Smithy says `OK, see you later' and puts his cell away. `You got that?', I nod, `Ranger says he`s got some things to attend to and then he's gonna drive there from the opposite direction on a forestry road and then he'll walk the rest of the way. He says we've to make room for him, he's sleeping over!'. My cock twitches at the thought of Ranger cuddling me oin one side and me cuddling Woody on the other, a hunk sandwich and I'm the filling. We walk down to Thumb Camp, close up it looks worse, feral kids are chasing around naked, families are spread out like hippies, bbq's smoking, guys drinking beers, music blaring, what a change from our secluded winter visit! We notice the electricity supply box and see the trees marching up the slope in serried rows, we battle our way to the peak and take a break, it's real tough going, we take a drink of water, rest up then we head down the other side. The valley starts to open up and Smithy shouts `we're here'. He's pointing to the bird boxes high in the circle of trees in the clearing. We pitch up and Woody starts inflating the air bed. He's got some lungs on him. We walk to find firewood and pile it up. Smithy locates the shit pit, its just two logs suspended over a hole with ferns in. He pulls down his shorts, by his ankles and sits on the logs, the gap between the logs is right where his ass hole is, `Yeah that'll work, we can all shit together', `Your fucking weird' says Woody. `Come on let's zipper up the tent and walk to the lake'. The shore is only maybe 100 yards away, the stony edge makes it easy to get in and out of the lake, there's evidence there's been a a jetty at one time. `Last one in's a homo' shouts Smithy, That'll be me then, I think. We were stripped in seconds and race in, fuck it's cold and very shallow here, great for wrassling, Woodys playing `Kong'. I'm watching Smithy run up and grip his legs around him, his arms around his neck swaying him, trying to topple him, Smithy's ass flexing as he grips tight. Woody swings him off and into the deeper water, now it's my turn, I run and jump higher, my cock squashes on his pecs, my balls in the valley, his arms come up and squeeze me tight, his thick arms wrapped around my ass cheeks, so warm against the cool breeze. I put my hands on his shoulders and lift higher, slipping out of his grip as my chubby cock grazes his face, my balls bashing his nose as I lift higher. My height and weight unbalances us both and we fall into the deeper water and swim out. I've a boner, Woody sees and laughs, `What got you all worked up?' `I could ask you same question' I say, `Oh yeah' he says, looking down at his engorged shaft. We both grip our hardons and swing them around, Smithy looks on, his cock growing at the sight. I swim off, Smithy and Woody catch me up, I've cooled down now, but I can feel my brain telling my cock a different story. I experience a wonderful feeling when I think of Woodys woody and his beautiful body, I'm not safe again, I got an even bigger boner now. I do front crawl out of sight of them, racing off, getting in the zone, clearing my mind. I swim back, the boys are walking back to the tent, arms over shoulders, hips touching, two beautiful back sides jiggling as they walk. I see Smithy's hairy crack and his ball sack just peeping through his legs as he walks. Woody pulls the airbed out of the tent and we flop down to dry off in the sun. We doze off, tired after the long hike and the swim. We awake to Ranger standing over the airbed blocking out the sun, creating a halo around his hat, his uniform perfect. An obscene bulge showing in his pants. `Well lookey here, three ripe cherries, or should I say 6 plums?', `It'd be eight plums if you stripped off instead of perving over us like an old man'. Says the diplomat Smithy. 'help me with my tent and I'll be naked in two shakes of Rustys cock', he says. We set him up quickly, `My beds not as comfortable as yours, howdya haul this beast?', he says prodding the airbed, Woody stood and flexed, `I carried it' says Woody. Ranger licked his lips in lust, scanning Woody, `You thirsty Ranger?' says Woody knowingly, jiggling his cock a little. `You're right, I am thirsty, what are you offering your guest?', `Only thing were short of is water' says Smithy missing the meaning of the exchange completely. `well look around you'. Says Ranger, `what do you see?'. We see a trees and trees, the lake and strip of grass travelling down the valley, taller and greener and lined with small bushes. We walk over to investigate, it's a small stream deep under the ferns and grass. We cup a hand full of the cool, fast flowing water. `Looks OK', I taste a little and spit out. `it seems OK, is it OK?', We ask Ranger, `You might want to boil that up before drinking a lot, it's ok to rehydrate that `space food' you guys eat.' `We got proper food today, courtesy of Woodys mom'. We fill our water bottles and Smithy sets up the gas stove. Woodys mom has prepared a `steak fry', cubes of rump and bacon, mushrooms, onion and potato marinated in a press seal bag. `What you bringing to the party Ranger?' Smithy asks. `how about a thick sausage, two big potatoes and my special sauce, will that do ya?', he says gripping his package. Then he looks for his bag, `I brought something to start the party', he bends and lifts out a half of JD and a half of Spiced Rum. `Best put your shorts on boys, might save a spark burning your balls and we can have fun taking them off later.'. We slipped our shorts on and Ranger is prepping the fire with kindling and splinters. He's looking at Woody as he hauls the logs like they were twigs into a pile. We cook the steak fry on the fire, sharing it out into the billy can dishes and we eat up. I wash the dishes lakeside as the little pan boils and Smithy makes instant coffee and whitener. `Here try this' says Ranger as he pours a slug of JD into each cup. We like the warm glow and lay back, we've eaten too much and soon we've dozed off. We awake to sound of chattering. Ranger sits up, still dressed, we've just got our shorts on. The voices are in some foreign language. Woodys ears prick up. `That's French, my mom taught me French from being little, just like her mémé Lucie taught her..', One of the men is slight, wiry with very curly brown almost auburn hair in this light, he's got a sexy lions crown chest and a thick treasure trail leading your eyes down, his bush peeping above his Speedo's holding in a nice package, it looks like he's got big balls, his shaft forced out to one side in the thin blue nylon. The other guy is taller, more built, yeah he's muscular, he's got a nice butt thats squeezed into swim shorts with mock pockets and double stitching like they're denims, they're so low you can see his prominent V disappear tantalisingly into his shorts and puffs of his bush sprouting above merging into a treasure trail that ends abruptly at his innie belly button. The mini shorts are not disguising his ample package, his cock and balls clearly in a curl, like a sleeping cat. They'd hauled a rigid inflatable onto the shore and were setting up a tent, having difficulty with the poles. `Bonjour', Woody shouted, standing up. The slight guy waved. `Voudrais-tu un coup de main?' Says Woody. `Yes please, we can't see how to it fits', he said in a thick accent. We were amazed at Woodys hidden skill. Woody and the couple chatted away and soon they're pitch was set, he introduced us to Emile and Mael from Valance, they're working at Seven Arches winery on a gap year before university. They'd rowed across the lake from the camp, it was too busy and too many people, they chatted to Woody, Woody thought about what they'd said, `Hey guys they're naturists, and well, they want to camp here and suggest we all strip off to make it easier for everyone. I'm ok with that', says Woody. `The boys ain't got much to shed, and me, well I love being in the raw.' Says Ranger. We shuffled, waiting to see who's gonna make the first move. `Come, let's lake go', said Mael, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall, freeing his package which fell beautifully and swayed as he lifted his legs to pull the shorts over. Smithy and Emile, dropped their shorts and ran to the edge, Ranger was almost out of his clothes folding them neatly and placing them on the airbed. I looked at the boys playing in the shallow water, Woody chatting away in French to Mael and Emile, translating sometimes for Smithy. Emile walked to the boat, his hairy body wet, his uncut cock dripping water, he grabbed a ball from the boat, turned and looked at my cock, pointing, `Cest un prepuce!' I looked puzzled and he pulled his forskin on his cock. `Oh yes', I did the same, pulling mine out like a snout. He walked over and we held our soft cocks and mashed the skins together, he looked in my eyes, I stared into two pools of lust. Mael shouted at the others and he ran back with the ball, Ranger was ready now and he nipped my ass hard as he ran to the water, Emile in front, splashing everybody. We six stood and played catch with the ball, no one got hard. Mael and Emile spoke quietly together, they called Woody over, Woody came back grinning. `Well Mael says we oughta have some fun, you know together. He says he fancies me actually', says Woody blushing, `and Emile fancies er Rusty, that just leaves Ranger and Smithy', Smithy gave Ranger the thumbs up, delighted. Ranger nodded, pleased. Emile says something to Woody, he grins and nods saying he understands. `Emile says then after we must swap until we're all er spent, no satisfied is a better translation.'. `mais d'abord nageons, allez, le dernier arrivé est un homo', shouted Emile, We look at Woody, he's figuring out the French, `Er, time to swim and ..' he laughs, `Er, last one in is a homo!' We ran and swam, Emile was keeping up with me, `You good' he shouted. I swam off, my front crawl cutting through the waves. I turned and watched Emile swim up to me, we tread water as he comes in close and kisses me, my cock twitches, fuck I'm getting a boner. Emile felt my balls then ducked me under and he went underwater gripping my waist as he sucked my cock, then he rose to the surface laughing and swam off, I soon caught him up, the cool water around my nuts and ass felt so good, he turned again to face me, he wrapped his legs around my waist and reached his arms around my neck and kissed again, I could feel his cock, his body so warm pushed against mine in the cool water. The extra weight meant I couldn't stay afloat and we sank, he didn't break the kiss as we went under, I pushed him off, the water was crystal clear, his hair ballooning out in the water, his cock pointing upwards, his bushy pubes weightless, floating, he was making cross eye faces at me, eventually I needed air and we surfaced laughing. Looking over at the others, Ranger was giving Smithy a piggyback in the shallows, Smithy's balls are squashed into Rangers nape as he jiggled about waving his arms trying to topple him as Ranger stood, with stout legs for support adjusting his hips to balance as he gripped Smithy's thighs. Rangers ample cock was set off by his muscular, youthful, sun kissed frame. No tan lines, he must have a lotta fun in his job! Mael and Woody were some distance off shore, and waved at us as they started to swim back, they eventually got back and hauled themselves onto the rocks, just out of the water and lay back breathing heavily, `fuck I thought I was gonna die', says Woody. `I got cramp and was in agony, going under the water. Mael kept me afloat and massaged my leg to ease it, then helped me swim back'. Mael beamed when he heard his name. `cet américain n'est pas à la hauteur de Mael le super-héros' and he stood and flexed as boys do, showing his prowess. `I'll show you who's the super hero around here' says Woody. Woody started his flex routine, Ranger joined in and Smithy too, leaving Emile and I to ogle. Emile looked at me and started to flex and pose, fuck he's gorgeous. Woody finished his routine first, his open mouth was almost dripping saliva looking at Maels body flexing and twitching his muscles, such definition. Maels cock was also enjoying the routine, thickening, getting very interested. Woody grabbed his hand and they ran into Maels tent. Ranger loaded the fire with logs, then picked Smithy up under his crotch, in a firemans lift and carried him to his tent over his shoulder, Smithy laughing, his hairy ass cheeks wriggling as his dick was trapped tight against Rangers pecs. Emile and I smiled, we are both a little nervous, he held out his hand, my fingers entwined with his as we walked to Smithys tent and to the Woodys airbed! `Play safe' Ranger said, `oh, I got plenty of scumbags and lube, right here', `We got our own' I say, `Yeah we're good' shouts Woody, then it's silence and the sound of giggles, sighs and moans as the evening invades the campsite. We are getting ready for new school year, Senior grade. I'm kinda nervous but looking forward to it, the focussed lessons, the streaming by ability, the separate sciences, the spatial geography, the math. At least I'm not the new late starter with the funny accent anymore and we are all moving up together with guys I know, one biblically. JoJo wants to thank me for getting him the papers, he's loving the job and has made a pile of dough. He says he'd like to take me to Picks for a burger and fries, tonight. I get to his house and his bro Marty is hanging around, he's in the year above, a grunt, a second senior, graduating at end of this year. I've seen him about, usually with a gaggle of girls, he's surly and built like Football team players are. `You here for JoJo?', I nod. `You're early' `Am I? I must've gained some', `JoJo your dates here', he shouts into the house. I shuffle, I'm mesmerised by his face, he's so beautiful, his face has perfect symmetry, but what the fuck is that, slap bang in the middle, to call it a mere nose is an understatement, it's a beak, a manderbill, like a toucans, but crooked, offset, ruining the perfection. He senses my staring. `you two got something going on? Fuck he never shuts up about ya.'. He says, accusingly, `Nothing I know of' I say, calmly, deflecting. Marty is shuffling on his feet, his arms fall and he grips his penis through his shorts and pulls it, like nervous boys do. I stand my ground. Waiting. He changes tack, looking at me, scanning me up and down. `so you're the guy that busted Windsor High and that prick of a coaches 15 fucking year county record that he's bleated on about for 14 fucking years?', `The very same', I say, He thrusts out his hand `well good on ya', and we shake. He pulls me in for a bro hug. I smell him, decoding the aroma; pit sweat, a faint whiff of piss, his musky ass and cloying Axedeodorant. I'd given up on his poor grammar many sentences before. JoJo's mom comes to the door, we chat politely, `Where is that boy?' She says wondering what to do and say, I feel a real jerk waiting, like the beau, all that is missing is the fucking corsage. Marty says, `come on let's throw ball till he's ready for ya'. I follow Marty to the yard and we throw and catch. He's a big guy, I like watching his frame move, his broad shoulders, thick thighs, his black baggy T gives nothing away nor do his oversized baggy shorts. He throws harder, I pass back harder, he catches and is winded, he throws back harder still. My abs absorb the hit. I throw two handed right at him. He catches it and falls onto the grass on his knees. His Pa comes to the yard door, a beer in hand. `JoJo says he needed a shower after..' `jerking off' Marty says grinning at me. His Pa says `no Marty, after his paper deliveries, he won't be long.', Marty sits with the ball on a bench seat, I sit at his side, we chat about school, the jerk teachers, he's in Football team, we joke about Woodys woody, we got something in common. `That fucking pole of his is always up for it' says Mart, then conspiratorily whispers, getting close, so close I smell his funk again, my cock twitches, `I probably shouldn't say this but Woodys the best cocksucker on the whole goddam team and he's up against some stiff competition!', I laugh at his joke, perhaps a little too much. `Where is that fucking kid?' He says looking up at the bathroom window, the steam escaping. His mom comes out, we stand up, `Well Kyle, JoJo's very sorry but he er, he can't make it tonight, he's got a nervous stomach, I'm putting him straight to bed', `Better make him wear boxing gloves' Marty says, his Pa frowns, then brightens, `hey Marty do you and Kyle wanna go to Picks for burger and sodas?', Marty shuffles, `s'pose so' he says ungraciously. `Thank you Sir that's a very kind offer b ....', And before I can say anything else Marty says, `Thanks Pa', and plucks the three $20's out of his hands. Slings an arm over my shoulder and leads me out of the yard gate. I'm pretty sure I heard a wail from JoJo. I pick up my bike and Marty gets his from the yard, we walk out of sight with them. Marty says, `come on, follow me, and lets fuck Picks and his fucking ice cream coke floats and thin burgers, lets bike to Wolf House brewery, I know a guy who can get us some beers and weed, let's have some fun'. I know of the place, it's infamous but never been in, the bad boys of Cloverdale haunt the place. We cycle close by and Marty says to stop short. He texts the guy he knows and waits with me, his phone pings, and he walks off, he comes back with his rucksack heavy on his shoulders. `Let's fucking get outta here, quickly'. We cycle back real fast. I'm in front and I recognise that we're close to Smithy's `secret' place. `I know of a place', I say trying to build my street cred. My heart's thumping, `fuck if mom finds out I'm fucking burned' I think. We throw the bikes in the ferns, hidden and sit on the falllen tree trunk in the hollow, and sup the beer from the flagons. `Who knew 2 pints was so fucking heavy?' Says Mary. `It's a kilogram a litre' I say, `A fucking what a what, speak American dude, they said you're a fucking weirdo, I'm beginning to think they are correct.'. He passes me the ready rolled joint, `fucking $10 a time' he moans and $20 for each beer'. We got a lot to get through. We sup, it's not too nice to be honest but I don't say, I guess Marty thinks the same and he don't say either. I'm not keen on the joint and don't inhale deep like you should, so long as Marty says nothing then i'll continue. `Fuck it's kinda hot down here, the hollow blocks the breeze', he says as he strips off his top. He looks at me for a reaction. These quarterbacks are so fucking vain and insecure, I think, as my eyes take in his beauty. He's not a looker with that beak, his beauty is all below the neck and now seeing his baggy shorts pulled tight as he's seated he might be packing. He sips from his flagon, the beer runs all down his chin and his front. `Oh fuck' he says, I bend over and lick the drips up off his skin, up his pecks and licking his chin. He looks surprised but relaxed. `Shame to waste it' he says `at 20 fucking green ones a go'. `Good job your Pa is paying!' I say and giggle, the pot working. `Yeah, you're right, good old Pa, let's drink to him shall we?', He stands and I rise too. He grins across at me. `But before we do, take that fucking old Tonks's polo off and I could do with a piss, he turned away and started his stream, into the grass, away from the hollow, I turned the other way and emptied my tank. `So, you gonna take it off or do I have to?, I was rather overdressed and I was cross at missing completely the tone of JoJos invite and his crush on me and now his bro, the quarterback has now gone weird on me. I pulled off my top, the cool air felt good on my nips and I flex a little, not obviously but I sorta plump up my tits and narrow my abs. I do hold myself well even if I say so, coach saying line, strength, breathing LSB, LSB, runs through my brain. `Earth to Kyle, are you receiving over?' Says Marty, I look at him, I'm sure he's ogling me, his eyes rise from my package to my face. `good, you're back, that weed is fucking strong man, go easy. So let's drink a toast my good old Pa.', We lift the flagons and gulp the beer down, it's dripping from his mouth again. I say nothing but continue to sup it down. He breaks off first, gasping for air and belches gas, deep from somewhere, his chest wet with beer. `Come on dude, get to it, if it dries on me it stinks, and I'll get busted for sure', I bend over and lick the drips from his abs, rising up his body, cleaning up the runs, his hands fall on my scalp and he directs me to his nips, I suck on them, I feel his shaft rise in his baggy shorts, `fuck he's commando, what a stud', I think as I'm guided to his other nip and my fingers pinch the other feeling it expand and harden like rubber. I break off and look at him, he grins. I raise up and lick his chin, feeling his pale bristles that are hard to see tickle my tongue, my hand falls to his shorts, my palm brushes his cock and, as our lips touch, I squeeze his shaft. He moans quietly. `You know you said Woody is the best cocksucker?`, He nodded. I kissed him again softly and then knelt. I had permission from the QB. He lit up the last joint and took a deep toke as I unbuttoned his shorts and opening the flap his heat and smell rose quickly and I breathed in his essence, pure boy-man, man-boy, I could smell instantly what his ass crack, his rim and his ballsack would taste like. My cock leapt in my pants, spewing precum, singing in my head, but still constrained. I enveloped his cock in my mouth and gripped his cheeks, his muscular, heavy ass cheeks. Parting them a little, he let a tiny fart blossom out as I opened them, the cool wind on his pucker triggering the release. Fuck, he's a good size on him, bigger than Ranger, bigger than Ralph. I pull off and look up at him, his cut cock glistening in my saliva and his perfectly symmetrical face peering at me, his immediate beauty shattered by his wonky poorly set conk of a nose, `what a conk' I say, the weed talking for me. `What did you say?' he says angry, pulling back his shaft. `What a cock' I say then rub the head up my face gliding past my nose smearing his oozing pre-cum. I kiss his balls, now at my mouth, sniffing his musk deeply, his ass crack so close, so tempting, nestled in his downy ass hair. `It ain't gonna suck itself', he says breaking my thoughts abruptly as he grips it and points it to my mouth. I open and swallow past my gag reflex and lodge him in the back of my throat, deep in my warm glutinous pussy mouth. I know what to do, I'm told I do it well. He's moaning now, deeply, I've got him. I trace my fingers around his ass crack and delve in as I take my arrowed tongue tip over and over his cockrim inside my warm mouth, his hairs are sticky on my fingers, I part his cheeks a little more and bravely touch his pucker with my finger, lightly tapping at his gate, he moans and thrusts forward deeper in my throat as he takes another deep drag of the joint, he coughs, his balls rise and his cock pulses, `Fucking make me cum' he moans at me. I pull off, his cock flailing about, I can't let him cum like this, a wasted cum. I gotta make him enjoy me. I quickly spew out a blob of saliva on my fingers as his head is lolled back exhaling the smoke away, high into the air. I rest his balls in my palm, they're big, almost on my wrist, my wet fingers slide into his crack, tapping on his pucker, I grip his shaft and rock the tight skin back and forth so it just touches his glans, exciting him, beating him off delicately, he's moaning and thrusting. I open my mouth, my tongue flat as I continue to grip his shaft pushing the 1/4" of skin bunching at his rim. He feels great in my hand, alive, hot, pulsing shaft of man, his veiny pipe solid, his rim purple, his cockslit sticky and shiny, oozing. I'm concentrating on bringing him off, my slimy finger pushes in his hole, he's let me in, I push deeper, fuck he's opening up his ass for me, the fucking stud, opening up for me, I can't push my finger in any more so I twist my finger and retracting it and I slide in another at its side, two fingers crossed, twisting in his tight hole, as I stare at him, beating him off, one last lunge of his skin. I look up at him, my tongue on his cockhead as he spurts, missing my mouth and hitting the side of my nose. I hear the primary spurt hit my skin with a splash, the noise, the smell, the hot liquid on my skin, feeling his ass contract around my fingers, tight now, smelling his seed, his nuts, his ass, his cock. He bends his knees. Here comes the second burst, my life in slo mo, I'm watching his cum emanate from his slit, bursting out, I move my head a little and feel it hit the roof of my mouth, hear it crash like a wave as it fills my mouth and runs out over my bottom teeth, dripping down my chin. I swallow, gulping down, taking a big breath, my nostrils already clogged from the first spurt as his third hits my face, then more spurts, on my eye, my forehead, my ear, my hair, he's arched his back, his hands on his hips as he lets his juices fly. I'm pumping my fingers in and out of his ass, he comes down. I pull out and sniff my fingers. `You dirty bastard' he laughs as I smear my finger over my cummy nose. Deeply sniffing his aroma. `Fuck what was that?', He says elated on a weed and sex high. He kneels with me, holding my face he sucks up the cum from my face then kissing he squirts it into my mouth, he cleans me up. I glance down, his cock hanging like a horse. He sees me looking at his cock. `Big isn't it?' He says, I nod. He beckons me to rise. I stand and he's at my bulge, his hand up my short's gripping my cock. `Fuck, that's a nice piece you got', and `whats this?', He pulls my skin over my rim, `and you're fucking uncut!', he says, and unbuttons my shorts and my cock is freed, he spits into his hand and laughs, `Oh man, I dream about you guys, you're so, so complete! God produced perfect specimens like you and man destroyed them butchering us, like me.'. `Don't say that, I said as I caressed his hair, `you're fucking hot, you know', I said, He looked up and grinned at me, my heart melted. He played with my skin, pulling it, stretching it, I was hard as a rock. He put his lips to my skin and kissing he pushed it back as my cock entered his mouth, he sucked me, fuck he's good. His cock was hard, the stud had recovered already, ready to go again. He pushed me to the seat, my cock upright, he turned and looked back at me over his shoulder, his ass lowering, `I want you to fuck me' he said, and gripped my dick as he turned his back on me and let his ass hole drop on my shaft. `Oh fuck' was all I could say as he fell onto my cock. He rode up and down, he came off me and holding my dick he pushed on down again, his ass ring punctured by my cock, breaking the tight seal again. His musk filling the air, invading my nostrils. `Oh fuuuck' he groaned, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his body, brushing over his nips, squeezing his thick pecs like tits as he plunged up and down, then my one hand on his chest, pulling him tight to me and my other gripping his cock, still slimy wet after his cum and my saliva, pulsing him, I'd not been in this position before, the aggressor neutered, unable to move, able only to push up a little to counter his weight. He stood solid on his legs and lifted his ass higher, his hands on his knees allowing me to thrust into him, I squeezed his nips hard as I rabbit fucked his ass and looked and saw him spurting out his load into the dust, He got off me and I stood, my cock not too clean, but I needed release. `Beat me off please' I pleaded, He stood behind me, his wet cummy cock smearing my ass crack, he's getting hard again, as he beat me off, his chin on my shoulder, watching as my skin pulled over my cockrim and tightly back as I fell back into him, my legs giving way as I spurted out my load, his breath hot in my ear saying, `oh yeah, shoot that fucking load', as he continued to pump my cock, My plumes zigzagged across his in the dust as he pumped me through my sensitivity, until I fell to my knees. Spent. We were grinning, laughing, elated, on a weed high as we pulled up our shorts. I passed him his shirt, sniffing the bundle, it smelt of him, he gave me a `you're fucking weird' look and he pulled his T over his head and that enormous fucking nose. His eyes staring at me shut down the comment that was on the tip of my tongue. `You mention this to anyone and you're dead meat, got it?', I nodded, `Say it' he said `Yeah, your secrets safe with me', We kicked the flagons into the ferns and sped off in different directions, my cock uncomfortably hard as I thought of his perfect body. I was late, `How was Pucks' mum called out, `Oh just fine' I giggled for some reason, `Sounds like you had a good time' she said as she approached me for a hug, I ran up the stairs quickly and straight into the shower, to cleanse myself of the beer, the weed, the spunk, the sex. I'm hard as a rail under the shower. I dry, put on my PJ's and go downstairs to snuggle on the sofa with mom, warm safe again. I say g'night to mom, go to my room and strip off my PJ's, I flex in front of the long mirror, my tan looking darker in the evening Californian light. I lay in bed and think of Marty, his beautiful body and my mind drifts to the others, who's best, Marty, Ranger, Smithy, Ralph or Ray? Abe seems a million miles away. I look out of my window and see his room light flick off across the yard, is he thinking of me, I wonder? TBC