Date: Wed, 16 May 2018 11:25:48 +0000 From: Devon Campbell Subject: Camping Trip with My Nephew This is a true life experience; a story about a man (me) who discovers that his muscle-stud nephew is gay. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinion; I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome. Contact me at Peterbilt1228@live.com. **048 - The Camping Trip The Camping Trip This is a follow up on the fishing trip with my nephew. Lucas came to my place to pick me up; we were going to a place about a hundred miles further south to a state park where I had camped before. Facilities in the park ranged from a nice hotel for the faint of heart, to camping with modern conveniences (showers, grills, picnic tables, even electrical hookup), to roughing it in tents, to primitive (no facilities except maybe trash barrels), to "wilderness" with NO facilities at all. For the wilderness area, they require you to register, and also sign out when you come back but there are no assigned spots like all the other camping areas; you just pitch your tent wherever you want. And they ask that you carry your trash back out with you because they don't provide barrels or trash service that far in the hills, and he gave us some bags for that purpose. I asked the park ranger if there were any more campers up there. He looked at the register and said no. "And even if there were, chances are slim that you would run into them," he said. Obviously, we had to carry everything we would need, including drinking water. There was a creek, good for washing up eating utensils, but not for drinking, and there was no swimming. Needless to say, there was no road. We had to park and hike our way into the wilderness, but that, to me, is the only way to camp. It also meant that we needed to travel as light as possible. Lucas was wearing hiking shorts and brand spanking new boots that I expected were going to be trouble. I asked him if he had jeans. He said he did. "Much as I like admiring those legs, you better change into jeans for the hike up there. You can change back when we get there," I added, ogling his thighs. I ogled him more while he changed, but more discreetly. Lucas had brought a new two-man tent that I was a bit dubious about taking. I asked him if he thought we needed it. "What're we going to sleep in? They got cabins up there?" "No. Sleeping bags," I said. "What if it rains?" I looked up at the sky. "I don't think it's going to rain, but if it does we roll up the sleeping bags so they don't get wet and we get wet. It ain't gonna kill you." "I should've known you were gonna be this way, you were in the Army." "No, in the Army, we had pup tents and each guy carried half of it," I said. "How do you carry half a tent?" "They were called shelter halves," I said. He had to think long and hard about leaving the tent behind. Meanwhile, while he was thinking about the tent, we went through all the stuff we'd brought. Actually, I pretended to be checking mine, but I wanted to see what he'd brought along. He had a lot of cans of stuff that I was setting aside on the tailgate, along with a lot of snack stuff that 1) was going to get crushed, and, 2) was going to require a lot of water. He asked me why I was setting the stuff aside. I picked up a snack-size pack of chips and crushed them in my hand. "Might as well get that out of the way, that's what they're going to look like by the time we get to our destination. Secondly, eating salty snacks requires you to drink more water, and we're carrying all the water we're going to have." "Oh. I never thought of that. What about the rest of this stuff?" I went through it by the numbers....."We're going to be eating lunch on the way, then supper, and breakfast and lunch tomorrow, and maybe supper tomorrow night. You've got enough stuff to last a week." "I get hungry easy." "Hell, the bears don't get that hungry," I said. "There're bears up there?" he asked, wide-eyed. "I don't know," I said, laughing. He can be so gullible at times. "I never heard of any bear sightings, but if I were a bear, up there is where I'd wanta be." "What do we do if we see one?" he asked. "I really don't know....I've never encountered a bear in the wild. Probably first thing I would do is shit my pants." "While you're shittin' your pants, I'm heading for the nearest tree," he said. "Don't. Bears can climb trees; he would have you cornered and be chewing on your foot." "Oh." "Yeah, better stay with me and shit your pants," I drawled. One of the reason I love this kid....he's so funny. "We won't see any bears," I assured him. He also had two big half-gallon jugs of water. I set those aside. I'd brought four Army canteens on web belts. "We're going camping, not on a picnic; those jugs are too heavy to carry," I told him. I wondered if he'd ever been camping, but I didn't ask. "Hell, I'll bet you even brought condoms." He gave me this dumb, deadpan look and I broke out laughing. "You DID bring condoms." "Well, not especially for this trip, but yeah, I started carrying a couple of condoms with me after all the shit you gave me the last time." "You're not carrying them in your wallet," I said dryly. "Yeah." And another dumb look. "You don't carry condoms in your wallet," I said. "You sit on them, you might as well take `em out and stomp on `em. You don't carry `em in your wallet unless you're going out and you know it's a sure thing. Surely you've got a place in your room where you can hide a stash of condoms." "I'll find a place just so you don't give me more shit," he said. "I'm going to keep giving you shit till you get it right," I said. It was all good-natured banter. I laid out the two web belts with two canteens of water hooked on each one, my Kabar knife on mine and a new hunting knife on his. I had replaced the sheath with a scabbard I bought at an army surplus store. "Are these from your Army days?" he asked. "Yeah, all but the hunting knife. That belt oughta fit without adjusting it; I was about your size when I was in the Army." He punched me in the stomach. "What happened?" I punched him in the stomach. He barely flinched. He was solid. "Four canteens is all the water we're taking?" he asked. "We're only going to be gone overnight," I said. Lucas had also bought a new first aid kit. He found a way to attach his first aid pouch to the web belt. I asked him what he had in it. He showed me. It was pretty standard useless stuff, including a pair of snakebite cups, for chrissakes. I didn't say anything; I didn't even smile. I was thinking, maybe the cups wouldn't be so useless after all...,maybe, just maybe, if things worked out on this trip....I knew a good use for them. We checked our backpacks one more time. He asked about the tent. I told him okay, we would take it, but he had to carry it up and back. He said he intended to. I put on my backpack and helped him on with his pack, which was attached to the tent. Then we started out. I had already decided there were some things we were going to talk about on this strip, besides sex. I didn't like his attitude towards his dad and we were going to explore that some more. It really bugged me. I got right to it as we started the hike up the hill. "What is your problem with your Dad, Lucas? He's a good man, he deserves better from you," "Somehow I knew this was going to come up again," he said. "We've got issues." He replied right back, almost as if he were expecting the conversation. "I think YOU'VE got issues." "He expects too much. He's never satisfied." "If other people are expecting more out of you than you are of yourself then you're not expecting enough of yourself. And it's your dad's job not to be satisfied till he's molded you into the best man you can be....and I think he's doing a hell of a job. I mean, you didn't turn out the way you have by accident." "Why doesn't it surprise me that you said that? Don't I get any credit for the way I turned out?" "No," I said. "Why do you feel you have to always come to my Dad's defense? We get along okay." "I'm not defending your dad; he doesn't need me or anybody else to defend him. I'm trying to give you an attitude adjustment." "Okay, I'll work on it. Can we talk about something else?" "Okay, who do you think is going to win the election?" "Aww, Geezuss. Not politics," he groaned. "Not politics, not religion, not sex, what do you want to talk about?" I asked. "I didn't say I didn't want to talk about sex." "Why doesn't it surprise me that you said that?" I said, mocking him. There was no path and we were picking our way over the rough terrain which seemed to always be leading uphill. Lucas wasn't as agile out here as he was on the baseball field. I stopped and cut off two straight solid limbs and trimmed them for walking sticks. We talked about family, and him going to school, stuff that would've been mundane except that it was Lucas with me and that gave everything we talked about a certain importance. He thanked me again for taking him fishing. He mentioned my son and said he envied our relationship. I told him a lot of people did but there was no damned reason why he should. I think he took it as a clue that I didn't want to hear any shit about his dad. He fell silent for a good distance. Later he asked how far we were going. I told him quite a ways yet. He wanted to know why we had to go so far. "I like to get as far away civilization as I can," I said. "Hell, I haven't seen any sign of civilization for over an hour," he said. I figured the new boots were starting to bother him. We went quite a ways farther, still mostly up. He asked again, how much farther. "If you're gonna piss and moan......" "I'm not pissing and moaning, I just asked how much farther," he said. "Are those new boots starting to hurt your feet?" I asked. "I know, I should've broke them in," he said. Understand, we weren't put off with each other, we were just pretending to be. It's the way we communicate. I don't remember what all we talked about but it kept us occupied for the rest of the trek up through the wilderness. It was a long, winding hike in order to bypass some of the roughest terrain and thick foliage. "We're getting close. Do you hear the creek?" I said. We stopped and listened and then he smiled. I told him we would camp by the creek. "Cool! You've been up this far here before?" he asked. "Yes. Nobody ever comes this far." "We did," he said. "Is that pissing and moaning again? Just so I know," I said. We took a spot on level ground several yards from the creek and shed our packs. Lucas started setting up the tent. He asked if we were going to have a fire. I had already started gathering up some firewood. We weren't supposed to use anything from the woods for a fire but we were so far up, nobody would know or probably even care. Lucas was having a bitch of a time trying to figure out the tent. When I had enough firewood, I lent a hand and we soon had it up. I asked him if he wanted to go swimming. I was sure he would like to get out of his new boots; he was starting to limp. "I thought there was no swimming allowed." "There's not, but nobody's gonna know that either," I said. "Great, let's go." "Let me get the fire going first, it's gonna be chilly coming out," I told him. He had already started undressing. "What're you gonna do, rub two sticks together?" he asked, laughing. I ignored him, although I wanted awfully bad to say something about rubbing two sticks together but I refrained. "You could open up our sleeping bags in the tent," I told him. While I got the fire going he unrolled our sleeping bags. When he came out of the tent I was undressing. We had no swimsuits of course and I was anxious to see if Lucas would go in naked or wear his shorts. He wasn't at all hesitant about taking his shorts off, way ahead of my thinking. I was wearing a pair of boxer briefs that I'd bought at a neat shop in Key West that specializes in sexy underwear and swimsuits. They're made of stretch mesh material with a tailored pouch that lets the package rest in its natural position instead of being pulled in.....creating a bulge in other words. Lucas noticed them. "Diesel. I never heard of that brand." He looked at the back and read, "Only For The Brave" sewn in the waistband. "Hey, these are neat." "If I'd known you'd like them, I would've bought you some while I was in Key West." I pulled them off and started for the creek, with Lucas at my side, looking wonderfully naked and sexy. He is sexy just in the way he moves! The water was swift moving and cold, and it didn't get any warmer as we stayed in. We didn't swim very long. Lucas remarked that he didn't bring a towel. "I didn't either," I told him. "We can use our T-shirts then finish drying off by the fire." "That fire is sounding awfully good," he said. I asked him if he was ready to get out. He said yes. We came out of the creek shivering and rushed back to the campsite to the fire. Lucas was still walking rather gingerly and I wondered if he had blisters on his feet. He grabbed his T-shirt that he'd just taken off and dried off as best he could then stood closer to the fire. I squatted down to stoke the fire, and added more wood. Lucas asked what we were eating. "MREs okay?" I asked. "I never ate MREs before, but sure." We squatted down naked up close to the fire and ate. Lucas agreed that the MREs weren't bad. He kept turning front and back to the fire while he ate, trying to keep warm. "I'm gonna be ready to crawl in the sleeping bag," he said. "You could put some clothes on," I told him. "No, I'm sleeping naked." I thought it interesting that he wanted to sleep naked, like when he'd stayed the night at my place. I tried not to attach any significance to it, but I did. When we were finished eating, I told Lucas to add wood to the fire while I bagged the trash. He didn't know much about campfires either. I showed him how to stack the wood so it would burn, and tossed on a couple of the biggest pieces. "We can't go to sleep and leave the fire blazing," I told him. We crawled in the tent and I switched on the small lantern. I got a little surprise; he had unzipped the sleeping bags completely and spread them out with one to sleep on and the other one to cover up with---a good sign. We were still naked, and I had the sudden thought that I should take care of a couple of things before I crawled in with him. My pack was lying right beside the opening and I dug out the things I needed, that were very discreetly wrapped in a hand towel. "Where're you going?" he asked as I started to leave the tent. "I always like some quiet alone time before I go to sleep; be back in a minute," I told him. "Oh. Okay." I returned a bit later flushed out and with my ass well lubed....just in case. It was warmer in the tent than outside and Lucas was lying on his stomach facing the opening of the tent and the fire. I think he really liked being naked. I lay down beside him. "I noticed you limping. Did those new boots wear blisters?" "Yeah, I should've broken them in," he said again. "Let me have a look." I moved down to his feet and set the lantern closer to examine his feet. He had nice feet--big, strong, even sexy--I liked having them in my hands. "I don't think they're going to cause any problem, not like you're gonna have blisters or anything," I told him as I massaged his feet. "That feels good," he said. "Does it?" "Yeah." I kept massaging his feet. "You're positive there are no bears up here," he said. "No, I'm not positive. I said I've never heard of a sighting." "I'm closing up the flap before we go to sleep," he said. I laughed. "If a bear wants to get you, he'll rip this tent apart with one paw and grab you with the other one." "Geezusss, did you have to say that? Now I'll have nightmares." "No you won't. Swimming in the creek, and the night air and a full belly, and now a foot massage; you'll sleep like a baby." I let go of his feet and smacked him on his bare ass as I moved up beside him. We crawled in between the sleeping bags. He was quiet again, lying with his chin in his hands gazing out at the night and the fire. I lay there watching him and thinking how handsome he was, and how incredibly hot he was with all those muscles, and wondering what was going on in his head. He was soon to tell me. "Can I ask you something?" he asked, without looking around. "I told you, you can ask me anything." "It's pretty personal." "I reserve the right not to answer." "Fair enough. When you were younger.....my age...." He paused, as if he needed to think about how he was going to phrase it, or had perhaps changed his mind. I waited. He went on. "When you were younger, did you ever think you might be gay?" I wasn't expecting that, and I must have showed it when he looked at me. "I told you it was personal," he said. "It's not too personal, I just wasn't expecting it. Yes." "No shit!" He looked around at me now, obviously surprised at my answer. "What made you decide you weren't?" "I don't think it's a decision you make one way or another," I said. "What made you think you might be....or wonder about it.....?" "I don't know....thoughts that began creeping into my head about other guys in grade school....feelings I started having. Ideas, even fantasies, but I had ideas and fantasies about girls too, so I didn't know what it all meant, really. I think most boys have those thoughts and feelings about sex in general. Hey, this is not about you and your friend messing around when you were kids, is it? That's not anything you need to be worrying about you know." "No, not about that," he said, and let his voice trail off. Then he asked, "Did you mess around....act on any of those feelings you said you had?" I felt I had to be honest with him. I told him, "Yes, big time." "What do you mean big time? I told you I would get personal." "And I told you I reserve the right not to answer." "So you don't have to answer." I said, "Me and my best friend in grade school. We got into oral." "No shit! How old were you?" "We started in fourth grade; it went on through eighth grade. We grew out of it when we went to high school. What about you? What prompted this line of questions, if it's not about you and your friend messing around?" He didn't say anything for a moment. "You exercising your right not to answer?" I joked. "You remember I told you about me and my buddy fucking those two girls after that ball game?" "Yeah, I remember....no condoms." "Well, when I was fucking her in the front seat, I wanted so bad to look over the seat and watch him in the back seat." I raised an eyebrow, a sort of "so what?" gesture then said, "That's a pretty normal curious reaction." "Not really, is it? I mean, why would I be curious about watching HIM? I wasn't so interested in his girl, hell I had my own girl. I wanted to see him....his cock, hard....see his muscles rippling." "I don't know, why do you like to watch porn?" I asked. Then I said, "You do watch porn." "Yeah. When I do, I watch the guy as much as the girl," he said. "And you're afraid that might mean you're gay? Hell, it means you're curious, Lucas, and a little paranoid." He said that wasn't all. I asked him what else. "I've thought about that a lot. I've thought about what it would be like to get in that situation with him." "What kind of situation?" I wanted specifics, but I had a feeling I was going to have to drag it out of him. "I don't know what you mean; You were in that situation with him," I said. "No, not that situation...a situation where, like if we're on a road trip and we're in a motel room, just him and me....there are always three or four guys sharing a room, but say it's just him and me. I don't know if that might even happen in college..... but I've thought about that.....that kind of situation." "Is he going to the same college you are?" "No, but I mean with somebody else on the team." "Okay, you're in a motel room, just you and him, or some other guy on the team. To what end? You've obviously thought this through, Lucas." "No," he said, shaking his head. "Yes you have. This didn't just come to you just now. You said you've thought about it." "Okay, I've thought about it....but I haven't thought it through, I mean not to where I've let it turn into a fantasy or anything. When you were having those thoughts and feelings in high school, when did you decide you weren't gay? I know you said it's not a decision you make, but at some point....at some point you made up your mind that you weren't interested in guys." "I didn't say that." He blinked with surprise. "You wanta explain that? You mean you didn't decide?" "I didn't decide," I said. "I pretended I wasn't....when I was in the Army." "Okay, but.....after that...." He sounded hesitant, like maybe he didn't want to or was afraid to hear the answer so he wouldn't ask the question. "Like, are you saying, like you're still dealing with it?" he asked. "You could say that," I said. "How? I mean how are you still dealing with it, being married, having a son?" "Lucas, are you sure you wanta hear this, `cause it's probably going to fuck you up in the head even more." "Well, it would be great if I knew someone who understands where I'm coming from, someone who understands what's going on in my head better than I do, and I don't know, but I think you might be the one. I sort of got that impression when we went fishing." "It's a tightrope," I said, to answer his question. "Just level with me....are you gay, or bi, or what? You're married, you can't be all gay." I laughed. "I'm married. I love having sex with my wife, and I like having sex with other guys. I never bothered to put a label on it." He stared at me, wide-eyed. "Wow!....other guys!....Does anybody else know?" I told him no. "You mean I'm the only one who knows?" "Yes, and you're the only one who needs to know," I said sternly. "Why do you say that? Why do you think I need to know something so personal?" "I'm saying you're the only one who needs to know. And you know only because I sense that you're dealing with some of the same or similar feelings--I sort of sensed that on the fishing trip too--and you're asking a lot of questions, and it would be pretty hard to offer advice that you would listen to if you didn't think I knew what I was talking about." "Wow!" He was gazing at the fire again. "This is some heavy shit." "No, it's just logic. You know if you ever breathe a word of this, or even a hint, I'll mess up that pretty face of yours," I threatened. It was an empty threat; I knew he wouldn't tell anyone and he knew I knew it, but I felt the need to say it. "I wouldn't ever tell anybody," he said. I punched him in the arm. "I know you wouldn't. Cause if you did, I would tell everybody you're gay and all the things you did to me while we were up here," I joked. He laughed, snorting through his nose, something he does when he's caught off guard by something funny. "You were massaging my feet, and it felt good but a little bit weird, having a guy do that, and you said you like doing stuff with other guys....does that mean....I mean, would you wanta do stuff with me....if I wanted to?" "Do you want to?" I asked. He wasn't ready for that question and I didn't think he was expecting an answer to his. "I don't know....I guess I wouldn't mind seeing what it's like." "So you wouldn't have to wonder any more about your teammate?" I asked. "Something like that, I guess you could say that. What...what would you wanta do?" "I don't think there's any need for specifics. Why don't we just see how things work out." There was a brief moment when we just looked at each other--questioning looks. It was like I was waiting to see if he was okay with it, and he was waiting for me to make the first move. I balked on that, hoping he would. But finally I reached over under the sleeping bag and laid my hand on his butt. He flexed the muscle tight. "Oh, Wow," he whispered. "If I do something you don't like, or if you want me to stop, tell me." "Okay," he said in a hoarse voice. I rubbed my hand over his tight butt, trailing my fingers lightly in the crack. "You've got a nice butt," I told him. "Thanks, the girls think so." I went down the crack and found his balls and he eased his legs apart a little for me. I played with them for a moment then felt for his cock. He raised his hips up for me to pull his cock back between his legs. He was a handful. "HHmm, that feels pretty nice, too," I said, tugging on his cock. "Thanks." He got hard pretty quick, and big. I was pleasantly surprised. I played with his cock for a few minutes then he turned over on his back. I thought it a rather bold thing to do, like he was offering himself to me. He was obviously anxious. I laid my hand on his thigh and he flexed the muscles for me. He was like solid rock. I didn't go any higher on his leg. I moved my hand lower and squeezed his calf muscle. Doing that pulled the sleeping bag down nearly to his waist and I gently tugged it the rest of the way down to his feet, leaving us both virtually naked and exposed. I ignored his cock except to look at it, and kept rubbing his thigh. I rubbed under his leg and at my gentle urging he cocked his knee up. I ventured on. I decided to bypass his cock altogether for the moment. I rose up and as I leaned over I lifted his leg and ducked under it. I saw the surprised look he gave me just before I nuzzled my face in under his balls and he uttered a low moan as I started licking them. "Awwhh, Damn!" He pulled his leg up higher toward his chest, tilting that side of his butt for me. I pulled one of his balls into my mouth, then the other. He gasped, "Ohh, Geezusss!" I spent several minutes on his balls then lifted them up out of the way and began licking under them, back and forth on his perineum, then moved lower toward his ass crack. "Ohh, fuck, Uncle Pete, w-what're you doing?" he asked in a soft gasp, but apparently wanting to find out, he pulled both legs up higher, spreading his butt apart more. I wondered if he would be this willing to offer ass for my cock. As I lashed my tongue further down his crack he pulled both legs tight against his chest, tilting his butt up off the sleeping bag, offering his ass to me completely. I maneuvered around to lie stretched out behind him. I pulled his butt apart and found his hole and began some serious rimming. "Fuckkkk!" It was a surprised gasp. "Ohh, yeah....Uncle Pete......!" I rose up and looked up at him and he looked down at me, wide eyed. "Listen, considering everything, why don't you just call me Pete." He said Okay. He was barely able to get it out. "What were you going to say?" I asked. "I was gonna say, I never had anybody do this to me before." I thought, No Shit. I said, "I didn't expect you had. You haven't had anybody do anything like this before, have you?" "No." "Not even with your friend," I said. I still wasn't sure they hadn't messed around. "Hell, no. I never even knew guys did this to each other," he said. "Are you okay with it so far?" "Oh, Yeah." "Good." I ducked back down to continue the rim job. He hugged his legs tight against his chest and started breathing funny. "Oh, Godd!....Oh, my godd!....that feels incredible!" I spent more than a few minutes on his ass once I got started. I feasted on his beautiful firm ass. There was a little hair around his hole that I liked. I liked his hole period, first because it was only eighteen years old, and secondly because it was a virgin hole and my tongue was the first to touch it. I could look up and make out his balls moving in slow motion where he was pumping his cock. I reached up and put my hand around it and pulled it up straight. It was like looking up a small flagpole. My ass twitched. I spent a long time rimming his ass and sucking his balls before I finally moved up over him to give some long awaited attention to his cock. I reached over and turned off the lantern to save the battery. I could easily make out his cock in the light of the fire. He was big, every bit of the around-eight-inches he said it was, and impressively thick. I thought he might be bigger than inches and hadn't measured it lately. It was beautifully shaped as well, with a slight upward, sexy curve, nicely veined, not gnarly, and a large, wide head set proudly on the end of the thick shaft that flared out with a thick-rimmed flange. I licked all around the head, slurping up the generous flow of precum, and it swelled out as if in appreciation. More "Ohh, Godd!....."Ohh, Fuck!" and a lot of deep gut moaning. I could feel that he was perfectly, smoothly cut. It was a smooth circumcision....I notice those things. I licked up and down the shaft and all around the head some more, which caused him to pump out more precum. I licked it off but I didn't take his cock in my mouth. He tasted good. I returned to his ass instead. I was teasing him. His hole was palpitating anxiously and open to receive my tongue. I heard him choke and when he finally found his voice there was a steady stream of moans and "Ohh, Fucckks" and "Ohh, My Godds" and louder outcries when I stretched him open and shoved my tongue up inside his warm ass. He moaned when I shoved a finger in him and I was encouraged when he squirmed against my fingers. I stopped several times to simply admire his cock while I licked his ass. It was a beautifully, perfectly crafted piece of work and I thought it only right that he had developed the rest of his young body to measure up to it. He really took care of his body. And heavy balls to match that were pumping up lots of ball juice which I was lapping up. "You like that stuff?" he asked after I'd licked it up several times. "Love it. Do you like this?" I asked as I moved my finger around inside him. "Oohhh! Oh, Fuck, Yes!" he said emphatically. I alternated between tonguing his ass and fingering it, and sucking on his balls and licking up and down the underside of his throbbing cock. I thought he was going to space out when I finally took his cock in my mouth. I saw his eyes and mouth fly open but he wasn't making any sounds and then he closed his eyes tight, like he couldn't stand it. "Ohh, My Godd!" he cried softly. I swirled my tongue all around the head, paying particular attention to the underside where the head was set on the shaft, and he moaned louder and squirmed his butt around on my finger, trying to shove his cock up into my mouth. I didn't let him. I took my time working my way down his cock. I paused once to say, "If you let this thing go down a little, I could swallow it." "I don't think that's gonna happen with what you're doing to it," he said. I told him I would manage it anyway. "Man, I gotta SEE that to believe it," he said. I smiled to myself and began working the thick head through the opening of my throat. The really wide rim made it a tight fit. Once it was firmly lodged in my throat I pushed down, forcing it through, then began working down on it....down....down, till I gradually swallowed him to his balls. "Ohhh, Fuckkkkk! Fuckkkk, Pete! Godd!" I held him like that for a long moment....it wasn't easy, and I was thinking how great that thick rimmed head was going to feel inside my ass....then I came up slowly, till just the head was still lodged in my throat, then I went right back down. "Ohhh, Fuck!....Fuck, my cock just disappeared!" he gasped, gaping down. I smiled around the root of his cock. I moved my mouth all the way up and down several times. It still wasn't easy. He was big and thick and I had to fight my gag reflex. I rose up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Dang, Pete. how did you do that?" he gasped. I told him lots of practice. "I wouldn't care if you practiced on me some more," he said. "I'm sure you wouldn't, and I intend to." I started using my finger on his ass again. There was plenty of spit and I used it to slick his ass and gradually pushed a second finger though his hole. I didn't think he even realized it till I had them in past the second knuckle, and by that time I was searching for his sex nut. I found it, so firm it was almost swollen hard. I'd never felt a prostate so hard. He was truly boned up from the inside out. He let out a little groaning gasp when I touched it and that turned into a loud long groan as I began rubbing it. "Ohh, My Godd, Pete!....What is that!" he cried softly, and started squirming around. I couldn't answer with my mouth full of his cock. He had a real tight prostate. It was almost quivering to my touch. After a minute of pleasurable torture he stopped me with his hand on my wrist, the other hand on my face. "Ohh, Pete....you gotta stop....I can't take it....it's so good and....I don't wanta cum yet." I eased up on his nut and rose up off his cock but left my finger inside his ass. "You had me about to shoot....I don't want to cum yet." "Feeling pretty good, huh," I said. "Aww, fuck yeah, unbelievable! What was that you were touching inside my ass?" "Your prostate. It's the nerve center of your sexuality," I told him. "I thought the head of my cock was my nerve center." "Nope. It's right where I had my finger," I said, and I touched his prostate again. He jumped and grabbed my wrist. "OHH! Ohh, Godd, don't.....not yet," he groaned. "You can do it again if you want, just give me a minute to come down." "Okay, but a moment is all you get. I want back on this," I said, squeezing his cock. "Listen, when I am ready to come...." "Just let it go," I said. "You mean....." "Just let it go; let me worry about it." I gave him a couple of minutes to calm down then went back down on his cock and started rubbing his nut again. He went nuts again. I ignored his pleas but paid attention to his body. I took him to the edge and eased him off again. I did it several times, till he was almost whimpering. He stopped me again. "Pete....listen....." "Yes.....?" "Could I try it?" "What do you wanta try?" I asked. "Sucking your cock. I wanta see what it feels like in my mouth." Fuck yeah! But I didn't come across as being that excited about it. I pulled my fingers out and he practically scrambled to move down between my legs, before I could even suggest a 69. It was okay, we would most certainly work into that. I liked looking down at the eager young stud taking hold of my cock. "Man, you're huge. I don't know if I can do this." "I'm not that much bigger than you," I said. "The hell you're not," he said. "Then don't do it. You don't have to." "Yes, I do. I'll regret it if I don't try it while I've got the chance." I wanted to tell him he would have plenty of chances, but I wasn't going to try to talk him out of it. He was already wetting his lips. I had pumped up a pretty good supply of precum and I was surprised when he licked it off, no doubt taking his cue from me. There was no hesitation; like he never gave it a second's thought. I watched for his reaction. He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips again. "How was it?" I asked. "Not too bad." He kissed and licked down the side of my cock and gave a couple of laps around my balls then went back up the other side of my cock and said, "Man, this is a big hunk of meat." He licked along the underside of the head then back down the shaft again, as I had done to him. I thought he might be avoiding taking my cock in his mouth. That was okay too. I liked the attention he was giving to my balls and I was he would eventually get to my cock. Why else was he down there? I didn't give him any encouragement to go for my ass till he started tonguing under my balls, then I brought my legs up. If he wanted to try what I'd done I wasn't going to deny him. He was following my lead almost to the letter. When he lapped his tongue along the crack I gave him more encouragement by pulling my legs against my chest which spread my butt apart in open invitation. I was very surprised at the way he went for my ass, again without hesitation. There were a few tentative licks then he started some serious tongue, again, just as I had done to him. He'd obviously been paying attention when I was rimming him, for he duplicated it, even pulling my hole open to get his tongue inside. I moaned to let him know he was doing it right, but he asked. "Am I doing okay?" he said, looking at me around my cock. "You are doing fine." He gave me a few more minutes of excellent rimming then moved back up to my cock. When his virgin mouth closed over the head of my cock it felt like a swoon. Any mouth is good; a virgin mouth is wonderful. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft, taking all he could without taking it in his throat. He seemed a bit awkward, trying to suck and use his tongue at the same time but his awkwardness only enhanced the pleasure. "Am I doing this right?" "Right as rain." "Don't cum in my mouth, okay?" "I wouldn't do that. I'll warn you. But I'm not near close." "Oh, then I guess I'm not doing it right," he said. "You're doing it right; I'm just very good at holding off. Listen, Lucas, why don't you turn yourself around here and let's make this a sixty nine." "Ohh, yeah, fuck, that'd be great." "I'll be able to deep throat you better in that position." "Even if I'm totally hard?" he asked as he scrambled to move around to he could straddle my face. This isn't intended as a story so I don't need to go through every slurp, moan and thrust. Suffice to say I had this good looking, built and hung young stud positioned over my head with his big oversized cock thrusting in and out of my throat--like it was a pussy--his heavy balls draped over my face, and my hands around his butt and one finger back inside him. And best of all, he was sucking my cock with a fervor, really working to give it his all. He was like a student trying to pass his exam. Several times he tried to go down, and he did manage to force the head through but he choked every time. "You don't have to do that. Just take what you're comfortable with," I told him. "If you can do it, I can do it," he said determinedly. "Okay, go ahead and practice," I told him. "I wanta make it good for you," he said. "Trust me, you are." He kept trying but he couldn't control his gag reflex. "What am I doing wrong?" he asked. "Basically, you're trying too hard and you're panicking," I said. "You know you're going to choke even before you try it. Don't try to gulp it down; relax, slide it across your tongue, right into your throat." He tried it a few times and managed to swallow about half my cock, but he pulled back before he choked, and he went back to just sucking. Later I rolled us onto our sides in a more comfortable position. "Listen...Pete....I changed my mind." I liked him calling me Pete, instead of Uncle Pete. "About what?" "About taking your load. I wanta try it." "Uhhh.....no,' I said. "Why not?" he asked, sounding surprised. "You can't get in the habit of swallowing cum," I said. "Trying it once isn't a habit," he said. "Why don't you want me to swallow it?" "Listen to me, Lucas. It's like fucking without a condom. You have to learn to be safe, no matter who you're with." "But you said....well, I guess you didn't say you were going to swallow mine," he said. "That is what I was saying. You were tested. Have you had unprotected sex since then?" "I haven't had sex at all since then except my hand," he said. "Then I wanta take advantage of that. I want your load." "And I wanta see what yours tastes like, and feel it shooting in my mouth," he said. "You can do that without swallowing," I told him. "Besides, you might not like it." "At least I'll know, won't I," he said. We didn't talk after that. We quickly became attuned to each other's bodies as we each figured out just what the other liked. I knew when to back off and he didn't have to worry about me because I was able to stave off on my own. I simply worked him and watched for the signs of him getting close. When he had me close again, well after a half hour, I didn't ease him off my cock. I kept on his cock with my mouth and kept my two fingers in his ass, which was opening up and relaxing very nicely. I felt a little tremor in his ass--a quiver--then his prostate spasmed, he started choking on his groans, not my cock, and his muscles tightened. His ass squeezed around my two fingers....he was cumming. I stopped trying to hold back myself. His cock quivered and jolted in my mouth and finally exploded. My God, did he give me a mouthful! It shot out in powerful thick spurts, must've been eight or nine hard blasts. I didn't know if he was going to stop. Not often is a guy able to fill my mouth like that. I wallowed the thick globs around the head, savoring the heady flavor of his youth. I swallowed once and still had some left. I swallowed again, and a third time as he kept shooting; I lost count. For some reason I was having trouble getting it down. It was thick. I was barely aware that I was cumming myself, so intense was the pleasure of receiving his load, although my own climax certainly made his cumming more intense for me. I tried to pull my cock out of his mouth, but he quickly clasped his arm around my butt and pulled me in and held me tight. I half tried again to pull out but then gave up and let him have my load. Lucas was moaning and whimpering with the pleasure of receiving my load and he was swirling it around the head of my cock, the way I had done his. I groped around and found one of our damp T-shirts and shoved it at him. But he kept playing with the stuff in his mouth. "Don't swallow it, Lucas." He still hesitated before he spit my load into the T-shirt. "Fuck," he groaned as he laid over on his back, his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving. "Man, I don't believe I just did that." "Are you okay?" "Yes. Very okay. It was awesome. All of it." "How come you don't believe you did it?" "I don't know, I just don't. I mean, I never thought I would ever be sucking cock." "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine." "Did you like it?" I asked. "Yes." "The taste of cum, I mean." "Yes." "You were going to swallow it, weren't you?" I said. "I was thinking about it," he said. "Don't, Lucas. It's like fucking without a condom." "Didn't you get tested?" he asked. "Yes, but I've had sex since then." "Without a condom?" "It was a blowjob," I said. "I read that blow jobs are the safest form of unprotected sex unless you have a cut on your lip or a sore in your mouth. And swallowing cum is relatively harmless because the enzymes in your stomach are so strong they kill the bad guys." I blinked and smiled. "You've done your research." "Well, I wanted to know." "The key word there is relatively," I said. ] "Sometime, right after we've both been tested, we should take it all the way with each other," he said. I smiled. "What?" he asked. "Are you saying you want there to be a next time?" I asked. "If it happens to work out that way, yeah." He left me exhausted. I was surprised again when he moved up tight against me. "Thanks, Pete, for showing me." "You're welcome." We slept but I woke up in the night with Lucas scooted down in the sleeping bag, licking my cock. I pretended to be asleep. It was hard to let him have his way and not to move. I guessed he spent the better part of an hour licking and sucking my cock and balls and exploring the general area of my crotch and my inner thighs. He didn't get me off. After a while he stopped and just lay there and caressed and played then he went to sleep with his head rested on my inner thigh. (He said later, when I mentioned that I was awake the whole time, that he wanted to get in all the practice he could while he had someone to practice on). "And you need all of this practice, for.....?" "For any eventuality," he replied. When I was sure he was sound asleep I carefully moved away from him, grabbed my backpack, took out my notebook and exited the tent. The moon was bright. I stirred the grayish coals and managed to bring the fire back to life. Then I opened my notebook and began writing notes. I had just finished writing when Lucas poked his head out of the tent. "What time is it?" "Too early to get up," I said. "What're you doing up then?" he asked. "Couldn't sleep." He came out of the tent and stood by the fire, close to me. His cock hung out thick and meaty, like he was offering it to me. "What're you writing?" he asked. "About us....you; what we've done," I said. "You keep a diary about stuff like that?!!" he asked, shocked. "I like to remember the details," I said. "What if somebody finds it?" "They won't. I put it on my computer in encrypted files." "But what you're writing now.....what if something happened and somehow, someone found it?" "These are vague notes, and trust me nobody could possibly read my handwriting." Then I asked, "Where's your morning wood?" "You said it's too early to be up," he joked. "It's never too early for morning wood," I said, and I laid my writing aside and leaned over and sucked his cock into my mouth. He was hard in no time. He gave me a few strokes then pulled back and went back into the tent. He came out with one of the sleeping bags which he spread out close to the fire. A moment later we were engaged in another ferocious 69. He was on top, and his "practice" in the night paid off; I was surprised how much better his attempts to deep-throat me seemed to be. He was also getting very friendly with my ass, with his tongue and his fingers. I decided the time was right; the time, the place and the circumstances, the surroundings all lent themselves. I paused us and went inside the tent. I reached for my backpack and groped for the towel containing the lube and condoms, and the other Fleet. I went back and handed him the lube and condoms. He looked at me funny. "You wanted to learn," I said as I stretched out on the sleeping bag. He still looked at me funny, bewildered. "Y-you......you're gonna let me fuck you?" "Unless you don't want to," I said. "Fuck, Yeah, I want to," he said excitedly as he ripped open the condom. He rolled it on and I handed him the lube. I could've done the job myself but I wanted him to do it. He applied the lube to my ass then positioned himself between my legs. "This way?" he asked. "This way is fine," I told him, lifting my legs up. He knew his way around my ass with his tongue and fingers but he seemed a bit awkward with his cock. I sensed that he was nervous. I thought he might also be afraid he might hurt me. I reached down and took hold of his cock and set the head on target and hunkered my ass against it. "There you go," I said. He pushed and the muscles around my asshole gave way a little and I think he thought he was in. I scooted toward him a little and pushed back and he was in, at least through my sphincter. "Awwhh!" he gasped. And, "Ohh, Shit!" as I pushed further, taking a good part of his cock inside me. "Ohh, Geezusss!" He pushed the rest of the way in and leaned over me so he was on his hands and knees. "Ohh, Fuck, Pete, this is awesome!" I hoped he didn't notice my grimace. He was big, and it did hurt. "Yes, it does feel pretty awesome," I said. He held his cock in hard and tight for a moment then eased back to the rim then shoved back in. "Awwwhhh, Fuckkk!" he moaned again. "Mann, I can't believe this!" His cock felt even bigger than it looked. I wasn't completely ready for him to start fucking me but I didn't say anything. For a boy who had no more experience with girls than he did, he knew how to move. I guess it comes natural for most guys. He had all kinds of little moves with his hips and he quickly became very attuned to my responses. It was a pure pleasure to be lying there in the soft night beside the fire, looking up at this young god-athlete holding my ankles--my V-d legs framed his muscular young body beautifully--and watching his facial expressions of new discovery and his muscles rippling, especially his washboard abs. "Fuck, Pete....this is better than fucking a girl," he said. I smiled; I wasn't surprised to hear him say it. "I should have warned you," I said. "About what?" "Once you've had a guy's ass, you may never go back to women." He laughed. "I'll take my chances." He wasn't awkward about it; he knew how to fuck. He went about the task of pleasuring us both with gusto and great determination. He not only had talent as a young cocksman, I was surprised at his staying power. I don't think holding off was something he'd had enough experience to develop; he just had it. "I hope I'm doing this right; is it feeling okay?" he said at one point. "You're doing it right, it feels great," I assured him. I didn't worry about either of us going off as I ran my hands up and down his muscular arms. Then I just lay back and enjoyed being nailed by the young athlete, and watching his facial expressions in the light of the fire. He fucked me for I suppose a half hour before he asked if it was okay if he came. I told him it was his show. He said he didn't wanta leave me high and dry. I told him not to worry about it. With the help of my own hand in tandem with his thrusting cock, he got us both off. I shot all over myself and way over my head and Lucas thought that was awesome. I pulled him down on top of me, enjoying his muscular weight bearing down on me. His hot breath was on the side of my neck and I thought he might've liked to try kissing, but he didn't. "Godd, that was great," he said as he rose up. "You were great," I told him. He straightened on his knees and pulled his cock out. The wide gristled rim felt good tugging against my asshole just before it slipped out. He sat back on his haunches with his cock still sticking out and the condom hanging heavy with his cum. He pulled the condom off. He also thought it would be cute to hang the cum-filled condom on a tree limb. As we were lying together I asked him if he wanted to stay another night. He said, "Fuck yeah" and he went on about how incredible it was and he would sure like to do it again. "I was thinking, while we were doing it, I would like to fuck you on your stomach. The other way....on your back....well, you might not like me saying it, but it was sort of like fucking a pussy in that position. I'd like to do it on your stomach so I could see me fucking your ass. Does that make any sense?" "No," I said, laughing. "But we can do it any way you want." We had breakfast, got dressed and went exploring. I told him to keep an eye out for bears. He wanted to talk about last night. Did he do it okay? Did it hurt when he shoved his cock in me? Did I think we might do it without a condom; I told him no. "Dammit, Lucas, what have you got against condoms?" "I don't like `em. I like it raw." "Well get over it. It's a dangerous world out there." "If we both get tested.....," he started. "Okay when we both get tested, we'll fuck bareback, you can have a feast on my cum, anything you want," I said. "But when you're with somebody else, do not---Do Not---take their word that they're safe. You hear me?" "I won't. Only if it's somebody I know I can trust," he said. "You didn't hear me, did you?" Sometimes he can be so bone-headed. "I have to trust somebody sometime in my life," he said defensively. "Okay. When you find that certain somebody.....okay." So we stayed the second night. I used the second Fleet on myself and Lucas fucked me on my stomach. Actually, he fucked me a total of three times during the night. I was half hoping to work it around so he would use the Fleet but it didn't work out that way and I didn't push it. We worked in a couple more 69s as well, and Lucas was becoming an avid ass rimmer. I came awake in the middle of the night and went outside and made some more notes. Lucas was a different guy when we returned from the camping trip. He was more relaxed and at ease with himself as we talked, but our conversation was about everything except what had happened, and that surprised me a little. I was uneasy that he was avoiding the subject. I couldn't be sure whether he was simply taking it in stride or if he was avoiding talking about it for some reason, like maybe regrets. "Can I ask you something, Lucas?" I needed to bring it out in the open and explore his feelings. "Sure, anything," he said. "Did you sort of plan on this happening?" "Not planned. I wouldn't know how to plan what happened. But yeah, I was...let's say curiously hopeful. I mean I wasn't....you know....sure about you, or what we might do, but it was in the back of my mind, after the fishing trip." "What gave you the idea that something might happen?" I asked. "Nothing, really. Nothing I could put my finger on. Just a feeling. Hopeful thinking, I guess. I'm sure glad it happened though." "Are you, uh....still going to be glad when you get home and have time to think about it?" "Probably even gladder," he said with his nervous laugh. "I hope so. But if you start feeling fucked up in the head over it, I want you to call me so we can talk." Back at my house, he seemed reluctant to leave. I had my stuff out of his Jeep and had tossed it in the guest room till I could take care of it and we were hanging in the kitchen and he was talking about how great the fishing trip was and what it had led us to. He was sounding a bit more open about things but I had the feeling he was still holding back. I let it go for a few minutes but was about to say something; I didn't want him to go home with questions in his head, or doubts. I asked him if he wanted something cold to drink to take with him. He was standing close when I opened the refrigerator and he asked if he could have a beer. "No. You're driving," I said with a scowl. "So I won't leave for a while. If that's all right," he said. I handed him the beer but didn't let go of it and we both had hold of it for a second. I asked him, "What, Lucas?" He gave me a curious look, his head cocked with a tight grin. "What do you mean, what? You don't want me to stay?" "No, you know that's not it. You've got something else on your mind," I said. "Yeah....I sorta do.....Listen, Pete......" Every time he said that--Listen, Pete--I knew something was coming. He was suddenly nervous about speaking what was on his mind, which meant he had to get it out. "Out with it, Lucas, I don't want you to go home with any unresolved issues," I told him. "This is a BIG issue," he warned. "Not so big that we can't talk about it, and deal with it," I said. "Do you, uh....do you think I could try it, Pete....getting fucked, I mean." Godd, the boy never ceased to amaze me. I wasn't ready for that; yet I was. I'd half expected it would happen in the woods, and it might have if I'd had an extra Fleet. "Hell, yes. If you're sure you wanta try it," I said without hesitation. "I'm sure. I mean, I don't know if I'll be able to....I mean, take you, you're so big, but...if you'll show me it can be done." "Oh, it can be done," I assured him. I glanced at my watch. The ladies wouldn't be home for several more hours. I went in the garage and got a Fleet out of my bag that I kept behind the seat of my truck then pulled the cord on the door opener so it couldn't be opened automatically. I went back in the house and gave him the Fleet. He had downed over half his beer. "What's this?" he asked. "Go in the bathroom and read it and use it," I said. He chugged down the rest of his beer and went to the bathroom. While Lucas was taking care of things in the bathroom I spread two large beach towels on the bed of the guest room and then flipped the latch on the front door so we would be safe and secure, just in case the women came home earlier than expected they couldn't get in till I opened the door. I would have to explain why the latch was closed from the inside, but that would be better than trying to explain what I was doing nailing my young nephew. I got the Anal Ease, condoms and lube. I tapped on the bathroom door and asked Lucas if there were towels in the bathroom. He said there were. I told him I was going back to the other shower. I made it quick. I finished showering first. Lucas cane out of the other bathroom, naked, with the empty plastic bottle and I didn't ask him again if he was sure. He looked and acted sure and I knew I was, and I wanted to fuck this boy so bad. He saw the lamp on in the bedroom. "In here?" he asked. "Yeah." He was standing beside the bed when I went in, and he bent over the bed. "Is this the way you want me?" It was an Ohh, Fuck! moment. "Damn, you are eager, aren't you?" I said. "I wanta experience it, yeah," he said. "We'll start out this way if you want," I said. I went to my knees and began rimming him. He bent clear across the bed, hugging a pillow to his chest and spread his legs out wide. I gave him a good rim job and brought my finger into play, then another and a third and finally all four fingers inside him. He winced and groaned but I wanted to get him stretched as much as possible and totally relaxed. I gouged him out with my fingers till I felt his ass was loose, then I applied the lube. I decided to skip the Anal Ease. He would need to know that there might be pain, and how to get past it as possibly a routine part of being fucked. Then I smacked his butt and when he rose up I handed him the condom. He put it on me. "Man, I don't know......," he said, eyeing my cock as he rolled the condom on. "This is your last chance to back out," I told him. "No. I'm not backing out," he said, fumbling with the condom. He paused and said, "Please, Pete, can't we do it without the condom?" "No. When we're both freshly tested. Now, let me get on the bed." I said. He stood aside and I crawled on the bed. "How're we gonna do it?" he asked. "You on top; you're gonna ride me," I said. "You 're in complete control that way." I stretched out on the bed and motioned him up on the bed. He stood on the bed astraddle me and went down on his haunches. "Okay, it's all yours, you're in charge. If you can't take it, raise up. Don't kill yourself. And take your time." He took hold of my cock and set his asshole on the head. "I'll hold it in place, you just ride down on it," I said, taking my cock in my hand. I felt the pressure of his asshole bearing down on my cockhead. He pushed down and his tender asshole spread open easily to receive my cock. I felt his ass swallowing up the head before the pain kicked in, probably a couple of inches of shaft too. "Aww Fuck!" he gasped aloud suddenly, his eyes and mouth dropped open and he tossed his head back in agony. "Ohh, Godd, it hurts!" "Raise up. Raise up, Lucas." I could tell it was killing him. "No. No, I'm gonna do it!" he said, cringing. "You did it, Lucas. You took me, you don't have to go any farther." But as I was saying it, he was bearing down hard, sliding down, and in about five seconds he had my cock all the way inside him. "Godd, Lucas!" I groaned. "Oh, God!...I don't know if I should've done that!" His eyes were watering but I didn't tell him again to rise up. He had it in him, he would get used to it in a minute or so, there was no need to retreat and start over again if he could hold out. He needed to know that he could get through it. I took both his hands with our fingers entwined and we squeezed each other's hands real hard. "I did say you don't have to stay on it, Lucas, if it hurts too much," I reminded him. "I said I wanta get fucked." "Okay, and so you shall," I said. "It feels wonderful, Lucas," I added. It took longer than I thought for him to get past the pain, but he was so tight, it felt like he had muscles all the way up inside his ass. Finally, he eased up a little then rode back down, driving my cock deeper inside him. He did it again, and again, raising up a little more each time, till he was gradually fucking himself. "How's that feel now?" I asked him. "Great! I don't know why, but it feels great. It doesn't hurt anymore." I watched him as he experimented around on my cock for a few minutes then he settled into what he liked best. He liked it deep. He used three-to-four inch strokes with my cock deep up inside him and he liked rocking back and forth on it. I let him fuck us for a while, while I fisted his cock and reached up and played with his tits. They were taut and he shivered when I tweaked them. "Is it okay for you? Am I doing it right?" he asked. "More than okay, dude, you're moving just fine," I told him. "Ohhh....OH, Godd, I can't believe anything can feel so good," he moaned. I clasped my hands on his hips and guided him up and down, then cupped his balls and began stroking his cock. He let me for a few minutes then took hold of my wrist to stop me. "That's getting me too close," he said. "You wanta change positions?" he asked. "Any way you want to do it is okay with me." "I would kinda like to be on bottom, on my back, and you fuck me." "We can do that," I said. I rose up and wrapped my arm around his waist and maneuvered us back so I was on top of him. I didn't have to lift his legs up; he brought them up himself and put them on my shoulders. "It'll feel like I'm going in deeper this way," I warned. "I don't care, go as deep as you can get, it I like it," he said. I didn't fuck him hard, but I used long strokes. "Godd, Pete, you never told me it would feel like this," he moaned. "You never asked." I was tweaking his tits again when I remembered the tit cups. My gear was tossed in a heap beside the bed and I bent way over to retrieve my small travel bag. "What're you doing?" he asked. "You'll see." I dug the yellow rubber cups out and tossed the bag aside. "What're those?" "Snake bite cups. But nobody buys them for that purpose." "Why do they buy them, then?" I wet the cups then squeezed them and set them over his nipples. I could feel that the suction was tight, and Lucas felt it. "Ohhhh, what're they supposed to do?" "You'll see in a moment," I replied, and kept on fucking him. I fucked him for about a half hour while the suction cups did their magic. I was becoming afraid that my wife would show up and I would have to explain why the front door was latched and the garage door wouldn't go up, so I decided to take him over the top. It was hard to do, it was so good. Finally, time was getting short and I told him we had to finish it. He said okay, he wanted it deep and really hard for the finish. As I gave him what he wanted I carefully removed the tit cups. His tits were swollen taut, twice their normal size. I leaned down and flicked one with my tongue, sending shivers through him. Then I clamped my mouth over it and lashed it with my tongue and suckled it like a calf at its mother's teat. "Awwwwhhh, fuck!" he cried out, clamping his hand around the back of my head. "Awww, Pete! I never dreamed I had feelings like that in my tits! Ohhh, Pete, suck it....oh, fuck, yeah.....suck my tits!" I lashed at his tits and fucked him hard. He took it like a man. He took hold of his cock but I brushed his hand away and probed and maneuvered my cock to find his nut. I found it and stayed on it. He cried out and grabbed for his cock again, but I stopped him again. "Don't touch your cock, I'll get you off," I told him. "Godd, please!" he groaned. "You're driving me crazy; I can't take much more!" I hunkered down on top of him, snapping my hips back and forth, swiveling them around and pressing my body against his so his cock rubbed between us. It was the ideal position to add the finishing touch....I flicked his sensitive nipples with my fingertips while I kissed him. He was startled at the kiss but he didn't fight me. Very quickly he was kissing me back, hard, with passion, or lust, it didn't matter which. We were licking each other's tongues and he soon had his tongue in my throat and was humping his butt up to meet my thrusts. I fucked his load right out of him. He shot up across his chest, hitting my chin and his chest and shoulder. He splattered cum all over us while mine was captured safely in the condom deep inside his hot ass. I lay on top of him for a time before I rose up. "Can I pull out?" I asked. "I hate for you to, it feels good like this," he said. "Okay, I don't have to yet. We can stay like this for a couple of minutes." "I would like to stay like this all day and all night," he said. "We're pressing our luck; the ladies will be coming home soon." He laughed. "And wouldn't that be a shocker, for them to walk in and see us like this." We lay for a while longer till I eased us over onto our sides, my cock still inside him. After a few more minutes, though, I told him we needed to shower and get things cleaned up. I could tell from his face how he hated for me to pull my cock out. I stood down from the bed, the condom hanging heavy with my load. "You sure cum a lot," he said. "You get in the shower, I'll wash up." "Dang, I wish I could feel all that shooting up inside me," he said. "Maybe next time," I told him. While he was showering I folded the beach towels and took them out to my truck to be washed later, when my wife was gone, when they wouldn't have to be explained. I hid the other stuff then went inside to wash up. Lucas tried to lure me into the shower with him. "No, Lucas, we have to call it a day." He got dressed and I was anxious to get him on his way; I didn't want him there when my wife got home. I was afraid she might detect something. "Okay, Lucas, I'll give you a call after I get tested again and we'll get together and do everything the way you want to do it." "Yeah, like free range sex," he said. "You can swallow all my cum you want and feel it shoot up inside that hot little ass." "Aww, man, I can' wait! Get tested soon, okay?" "I will." "Thanks again, Pete, for going camping and for showing me everything. I'm never going to forget this weekend." "I'm glad, but I didn't really do you any favors, Lucas. I got as much out of it as you did," I said. "This week was a fantasy come true for me. And more, we did things I never even fantasized about. Like those suction cups." "Listen, you be careful, Lucas," I said. "What do you mean?" "Well, your hormones have kicked into overdrive. Don't do anything stupid with the wrong guy. Just be careful." "Heck, I won't be doing anything period with another guy." "Not even that guy you think is such a prick?" "Yeah, him." "I don't think you really think he's such a prick," I said. "And it wouldn't be all that hard to believe he's got the hots for you, too." "You really think he might?" he asked, excitedly. "I don't know, but if you get it in your head to find out, just be careful with him." "I will. Listen, Pete....." And I laughed. "What?" he asked. "Every time you say, Listen, Pete....I know something's coming." "I was just going to say, when do you think we might get together again?" "Soon, I hope, but we have to find an excuse. And first....first, I want to get together and just talk. I wanta know after you get home and have time to think about all of this, how you feel about everything. And promise me one thing....no, two things. One, you don't try to put yourself in a neat little slot with a label on it, as a result of all of this." "You mean like fag or bi or straight?" "Yes, and if there's anything you wanta talk about, if you have any more questions, you call me any time, any hour...I don't care if it's in the middle of the night, whenever it's on your mind. "And you promise me you'll get tested," he said. "I will. But listen, here we go again." "If I do talk to...you know, that guy...get him in a conversation about stuff if I think he's up for it....would it be all right if I invited him to come along next time? You could maybe feel him out better than I could and that might bring us together." "It's okay to invite him but don't tell him about me or us till I meet him. And listen, Lucas, I don't want you to write off girls just because of all you've discovered this weekend. You need more time before you come to any life style decisions." "Oh, I won't be writing off girls any time soon," he assured me. I told him goodbye and watched him drive off then got myself a beer. I was sitting out on the front step thinking about all that had happened when my wife came home. So I had another incredible experience and I think I gave Lucas a weekend he'll never forget, along with sound advice. Where it goes from here, I don't know. My next plan was to meet and talk, but not have sex. Then I planned after that to take him to the gay bath house and really get him an education. And I would get tested first. He called me. It'd been over a week and he said he just wanted to tell me he was okay, and okay with everything we did. "Everything?" I asked. "Yes, everything. Even getting fucked. It was awesome. I would do it again. I wanta do it again." "Okay, That's all I wanted to know." "What's next?" he asked. "What do you mean, what's next?" "Well I was hoping the weekend wasn't a onetime thing. I mean, you mentioned us getting together after we got tested, remember?" "Yes, I remember. I also said we would get together just to talk first." "I know. What about? I said I'm okay with everything." "About you. There's still a lot I don't know about what makes you tick. A lot YOU don't know about what makes you tick." "Then let's get together and talk. Make a list. But make it soon." To reinforce my intent to talk, and not to have sex, I arranged to meet him early on a Sunday evening at a little town half way between where I knew there was a park and a restaurant famous for catfish. While we ate we talked about everything in general. Afterwards we walked over to the park. Now comes the deep stuff. "You've been dreading this, haven't you?" I said, laughing. "No. No, actually I'm looking forward to it. I wanta get it behind us." "Okay, that's a good place to start. What do you mean get it behind us. How do you see US?" "I don't know, me and you....what we've got together." "And what is that exactly?" I asked. "Well, great sex for one thing," he said. "What else?" "I don't know just....something special. A bond. And it didn't start with the sex, remember." "Where did it start?" I asked. "When you started treating me like a human being....the workout book you made up for me, and gifts....you buy things like you understood about me. And the fishing trip." "Let's back up Lucas. How many times have you had sex since we went camping?" He held up two fingers and quickly added that he used condoms both times. "Twice in a week, that's some pretty fast work. Was it with guys or girls?" "Girls, of course. I don't know any other guys yet to have sex with." "How many times did you wish it was with a guy you were with instead of a girl?" "I think I know where this is going," he said. "Just answer the question." "Okay I admit when I was with both of the girls, I thought about if a guy was with me with his girl, we were fucking them together or him and me both on her. Didn't you ever have thoughts like that, about having a three-way?" "Yes, certainly." "And have you?" "Yes, but not since I've been married, not where it involved another woman. How often do have you thoughts about sex with a guy now?" "A lot," he said. "Any particular guy, or guys?" "Yes, you and......." "And your teammate," I finished when he cut himself off. "Yes. That one, and another teammate, but he's so far out of reach." "But your first team mate isn't out of reach, is that what you're telling me?" "He probably is, but the other guy is unattainable. Anyway, it doesn't matter; they're not going to the same college as I am so they won't be my teammates any longer." "But you're going to have new teammates," I said. "So, has this gone where it was supposed to go yet?" he asked. "Where was it supposed to go?" I asked. "You're trying to figure out if I'm gay or not, aren't you, or make me figure out if I am." "No, I'm not. But do you think you are?" "I don't know. And I don't care, Pete. I don't see it as something I'm going to decide then take a big ad out in the papers. There are a lot of things that are important to me, and sex ranks right up there with the most important." "I think that's pretty normal for your age," I said. "You didn't let me finish. I was going to say, now I don't think it has to always be sex with girls." Then he went on with something like this....... "I think it must be pretty normal too, since it's on my mind like 24/7. I think it comes in stages. For most boys it's your fist first--while you're thinking about it all the time--and then you discover girls. I don't mean the girls don't have center stage in your mind. I mean you discover sex with girls; you get your first piece of ass. For most guys, that second stage goes on for pretty much the rest of your life. Well, I discovered a third stage that nobody mentioned might be lurking way back in my head and might come out someday. A pretty damned wonderful third stage as I'm finding out, that everybody says there's something wrong with it and I guess I did to, because that's the way I was raised. But I don't think that anymore. If there is something wrong with having sex with guys, then somebody's going to have to explain to me why I have these feelings, and why it all feels so good. You know, my Dad warmed me about guys like you, Pete. You know what I wanta tell him? That he's full of shit, that there's not anything wrong about it, you didn't do anything to corrupt me, you just answered my questions and taught me. I haven't felt that first moment of shame or guilt about anything we did. And I tried. I thought maybe I should feel guilty and ashamed and I tried, but I didn't I feel it. Suppressed is what I felt." "Suppressed?" "Yeah, for lack of a better word. You know, when I got laid the first time I couldn't wait to tell my buddies. Guess how many of my friends I've told about us. I should be able to do that. I want to and I should be able to tell them how great it is and they should try it and find out for themselves that there's a whole new kind of sex out there that's okay to enjoy." I listened with tight smile. "What?" he asked. "You feel very strongly about this," I said. "Yes. Yes I do. And it pisses me off that we have to sneak around." "Well, yeah, I don't think we're ever going to work past that, to the point that you can tell your folks, Hey, Mom, Dad, I'm gonna meet up with Uncle Pete for some hot sex." "It pisses me off that I can't go up to Brian and Todd and tell them about us and I wanta show them what it's like. Sex is the strongest instinct second only to survival. What makes the difference whether it's with a male or a female? I mean why can't I get married and have kids and still have sex with a guy? Like you. Doesn't mean I would love my wife any more if I didn't have sex with a guy, or any less if I do. Or is that an over simplification?" "I don't know if it's an over simplification--it probably is in our society--but I am in a position to say you are right on both those counts." "So, if you were looking to find out if I'm gay or straight, or somewhere in between, and put a label on myself, which you said never to do, I don't think you're going to get there," he said. "No, I didn't want you to label yourself, Lucas. And you are at the critical age to do that, or at least to decide which path you might take and I didn't want you to be pointed or led down that path by a society that's stupid enough to try to decide what's normal for anybody." "Yeah, what the hell is normal anyway? Who gets to decide that? And nobody's leading me down one path or the other. Except you. And you only showed me a different path and went down it with me. But I think you saw that I was looking for it." "I sensed that you were looking for something. So are we okay?" I asked. "I am if you are. But we're not going to have sex today, are we?" I laughed. "That wasn't part of the plan," I said. "And you won't change your mind? I mean, the restroom is right over there, or we could drive to the back of the park." "You're better than that, Lucas. We can wait for the right time and place." "No, I'm not. I'm horny," he said. "I do want you to understand something, Lucas. There is no US, not like there's going to be an US that has a life together or anything like that. I believe you're going to meet that special girl and fall in love and get married and have kids." "Just like everybody expects me to," he said with a sour look. "No, because that's what's in your future, and in your nature. That doesn't mean you and I won't still have time together. You can have both. There will be always be fishing trips and some other good reason for us to get together. It's the best of both worlds. It's a balancing act, and you have to learn how to do that, but it is the best of both worlds." "Good, because you are the sexiest man I know your age and I don't wanta give that up." "Wow! Thanks for the compliment, but I'm the ONLY man you're having sex with," I said. "I'll find someone one of these days, one of those jocks. But you'll always be my hero," he said. "Now you're embarrassing me." "I'm trying, dammit, to get you to have sex with me." "Let's leave it at that. There are a lot of things we can do together to create the right opportunities." I didn't tell him about the gay bathhouse. I would surprise him with that. We walked back toward our vehicles. "Couldn't we get a motel room? Nobody knows us here," he said. "Lucas, calm down," I said laughing. "Go home and take a cold shower. Or take a warm shower and jack off." At my pickup, I got the shorts that I'd brought for him. "What's this?" "Those Diesel shorts you liked." "Oh, Man, thanks! These will look great in the locker room." I thought it was interesting that he wanted to look great in the locker room. "Yeah, they should impress that guy you're trying to seduce," I said jokingly. "You know what I wanta do right now?" he said. "Tell me." "I wanta kiss you, Pete. That kiss when we were fucking was awesome." "Don't." "You're the greatest," he said. "I know." He laughed and punched me in the stomach. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight bear hug. "I'll get tested," I told him. "Call me when you do," he said. "You call me when you've got a free weekend coming up," I said. So we left it at that. He looked a little sad when I drove off, and I felt sorry for him. I think he's still confused about things, but not as curious as he was. The End