Date: Mon, 04 Jul 2011 20:45:49 -0500 (CDT) From: Stew Subject: The Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 18 The Border Line rest stop was near the South Dakota, Wyoming border. Information that was convienently written on the place mat in front of me as I sat in a red plastic covered booth inside this small cafe. As I waited for my burger and fries, I realized that I was only 3 hours away from my aunt Laura's house. Laura was what you would call an happy accident and therefore, she was 10 years younger than my dad. I remember her wedding and how intriqued I was with Eric, my future uncle. Eric had pitch black, thick wavy hair and blue eyes. Tall, slim and very friendly with an tight firm ass. Eric, the hunk in a tux, captivated an 8 year old boy and steered me to the road on which I now travel. It has many years since I saw them and felt I should at least drop by. After wolfing down my food, I used the pay phone to call home and check in with the parents. My mom gave me Laura's number, and told me to call her, letting her know I would be visiting. I called collect and got a hold of Laura. As we talked I noticed a large attractive trucker staring at me. I winked at him and and he smiled back. I informed Laura that a possible ride was already in the works. Using my irresistable charm and hot body, I quickly found my self talking with the trucker and learned he was heading west. It took the promise of an on the road blowjob to convince the trucker to give me a ride all the way to my aunts front door. Hours later and three loads of steamy trucker cum ejected and swallowed, I was ringing the bell at Laura and Eric's beautifully maintained house. Eric opened the door and I was shocked to see that my uncle was even hotter than I remember. His hair was shorter and his body was more muscular. However, his blue eyes were just as sparkling, and his friendly demeaner was in full force as he invited me into the house. Eric and Laura made me feel more than welcome, and implored that I stay as long as I wanted. In fact, Eric insisted that I join him and his buddy, Walleye on a camping trip this weekend. "The Pathfinder dam is only an hour away and provides some excellent fishing" Eric proclaimed. I could have cared less about catching fish, but camping or going anywhere with Eric was a dream come true and I eagerly excepted his invitation. The days prior to the weekend, allowed me to catch up with Laura and survey the breathtaking scenery around the town of Casper. When I asked Laura why she wasn't going camping with us, her response was purely feminine. "Dead fish, mosquitoes, wild animals, no thank you. When Eric and Walleye go camping, I call my girlfriends and we pamper ourselves with a visit to a local spa. Massages, facial treatments, 4 star hotel, now that's my idea of camping." Before I knew it, Friday morning had arrived. Eric had loaded his truck the night before and after a hearty breakfast, we were on our way. The first stop was to pick up Walleye and I was little apprehensive. The name alone conjured up thoughts of a guy with a thin face with massive lips that moved from sise to side instead of up and down. When Walleye stepped out of his house, I was blown away. Eric's buddy was uniquely attractive, very short brown hair, slim build with a broad chest. Walleye wore glasses and had a thick mustache. As we drove to the campsite, I had to ask. "Why do they call you Walleye" Eric's friend turned to me and winked. "Out of all the fish in the lake, I only net the walleye because they are the best for eating". "There's more to it than that! Tell him." Eric added. "My is Walter Lye" he admitted. As I sat between these two hunks, I coudn't help but accasionally sneek a peek at the mounds between their legs and what juicy contents were within. I liked Walt, he was full of energy, telling me stories about him and Eric the entire trip. The campsite was totally isolated, nestled in a grove of trees and near the edge of the lake. After we set up the tents, the rest of the day was spent angling for our dinner. Eric cooked our catch and that night, we sat around the fire and drank beer. Then something unexpected happened. Every time Eric was distracted, Walt would press his foot against mine. At first I thought the contact was accidental, however, Walt continued the cryptic foot communication. Was this Walt's attempt of seduction, like a rubbing of my leg underneath a table. I decided to take the chance and pressed my foot onto his foot. We both looked at each other intently, and the foot play continued. When it was time to retire, Walt announced that he had to take a leek. As he walked away, he turned to me and jerked his head slightly, telling me to follow him. I lied to Eric and said I wasn't tired and I was going to stay up awhile. Once Eric slid into his tent, I slowly made my way into the woods looking for Walt. I found Walleye, next to a large tree. His cock was already exposed and Walt was stroking the 7 inch shaft. I kneeled on the forest floor, implanted my mouth around his swelling knob and began a nearly silent blowjob . Walt exhaled a whispered groan as my full lips slid up and down upon his swollen boner. I grabbed Walt's balls and massaged them with my hand. Quitely I serviced and relished Walt's hard member, trying not to alert Eric of our activity. Soon, Walt grabbed my head and held it still while he ejaculated his warm spunk into my throat. Not wanting Eric to become suspicious, Walt headed back to camp and disappeared into the tent that he shared with Eric. I retreated to my small single pup tent and fell asleep with a big smile on my face. The next day was clear and sunny, and I was eager to continue my secret sexual meetings with Walt. Every opportunity to be alone with Walt was fully exploited and usually short lived. However, that night brought an unexpected situation. Eric, who had consumed much beer, decided to crash in the smaller pup tent, leaving the larger canvas to be occupied by Walt and I . As soon as Eric was asleep. Walt and I entered the tent, unzipped the sleeping bags and created a soft makeshift matress. Walt helped me undress and I returned the favor. Once our clothes were discarded into a pile in the corner of the tent, we laid on the sleeping bags in a 69 position. Both of us eagerly began to suck furiously on a hardened cock. Our moans increased in intensity as hands and tongues entered the mix. Walt was exploring my ass and bunghole, while I licked and cleaned my partners balls and shaft. I felt that Walt was anxious to expand the options of our action, because he was curiously stimulating my anus with his fingers. "You want to fuck me, Walt" I asked. "I've been wanting to poke your hole since I first laid eyes on those tight cheeks." Walt replied. "Well, I think we should explore that avenue" I suggested. I rolled onto my back and volunteered my ass to Walt, who was delighted by the prospect of fucking his buddy's nephew. Walt set my legs onto his shoulders and thrust his horny dripping prick into my wet hole. Every inch of Walt's meat was driven deep into my canal with earnest and commitment. Our moans of pleasure began to get louder as the heat of the action increased. Walt closed his eyes and dipped his head back while he pounded me hard. I was beating my cock in unison to Walt's tempo, our bodies jerked together like a fine oiled machine. At the height of our love making, I heard the sound of a large zipper and the rustle of canvas. "Holy crap. What in blazes are you two doing" Eric screamed. Walt and I unhinged our bodies and sat naked on the sleeping bags. "Somebody want to explain what's going on," Eric asked. Being the smartass that I am, I spoke. "Walleye was just giving me a prostrate exam" Eric's tone relaxed and he even started to laugh. "Do you like to have your ass fucked, Jon? I mean, what I need to know is, was this activity consensual. " Eric continued the questions. I nodded yes. "Walt, I never figured you as someone who was into guys." Eric pressed his buddy for answers. "Well, since I am sitting here naked and vulnerable I may as well admit that it doesn't matter to me who I have sex with as long as that man or woman are willing" Walt said. "Are you mad at me, uncle Eric" I interceded. "Dam right I'm mad." Eric paused then continued. "Mad that now I have to settle for sloppy seconds" Now it was time for Eric to explain. "I have known you for ten years, Walt. Each time we came to this spot I swore I was going to tell you that I was bisexual, but I figured if I did, my friendship with you would be over, and I didn't want that to happen." "Go figure, Eric and I just assumed that being a married guy, you would be interested in only in heterosexual sex, so I never brought it up." Walt divulged "HHmm, sounds like our camping trips are going to be a lot more fun from now on" Walt says to Eric. "What do you guys say we finish this camping trip first" I demanded. Both men agreed with a smile and a nod. Walt and I helped Eric strip off his clothes. I finally got to see my uncle in all his glory, and God bless America was he beautiful. Eric's chest and abdomen were covered with tiny dark as night hairs leading down to a forest of black pubic hair, which also completely covered two large golf ball sized testicles. Like a mature redwood growing out of the mineral rich soil, Eric's cock was as hard as a tree limb and just as thick. Eric lay on his back and I was on all fours as Walt returned to where he left off. Eric's legs were directly underneath me, allowing my uncle starved mouth to be directly on top of his towering spire. I slowly lowered my mouth onto the incestial dick of my uncle and savored the sweet taste of relative flesh. Eric began to whine the second my warm oral opening covered his oozing prick. My hands flowed upward until I reached Eric's steel nipples. I pinched and tweeked Eric's man nips while I continued to supply him with professional organ stimulation. I believe Walt was so turned on from watching the blowjob in front of him, that he grunted loudly with each thrust until he expelled his warm salty contents into my ass. After which, he crawled underneath me, took my manhood into his mouth and sucked my hardon like a vacuum. Eric took this opportunity to take Walt's place. Even though I was bummed about not being able to feast on my uncle's thick edible salami, I was eager to feel his pole stretching my anal lips. I backed up and had Walt reinsert his stick into my empty mouth Eric got behind me and grabbed my hips. The initial penetration of Eric's cock sent a wave of sexual adrenaline through my body as I felt my uncle's flesh sliding into my hole. I didn't know if that surge was from the fact that our action was tabboo or from the thickness of Eric's monumental endowment. Either way, my sex drive exploded and I focused that energy onto Walt's throbbing member. Again, my efforts were rewarded with an explosion of hot jism being fired down my throat. Walt was exhausted and decided to sit and watch as Eric plowed my anal entrance. Soon Eric laid on the floor while I squatted my ass down on his rod and lifted my body up and down on Eric's enticing instrument. Eric and I looked at each other's face, both of which displayed intense emotions of pleasure. The action continued with me on my back, while Eric spread my legs and pumped my hole like an automobile piston. As before I grabbed my stiffy and stroked it to the rhythem of Eric's thrusts. Soon Eric was grunting like a bear as he fucked my hole faster and deeper. He eventually let out a howl and purged his hot manly milk down into the deepest confines of my crack. Upon witnessing Eric's orgasm, I too emptied my seed onto my chest. By now our bodies were sticky and sweaty, I suggested a dip in the lake to wash off and cool down. Once we were clean and energized, the naked frenzy continued as we devoured every extention and penetrated every orifice. I particularly enjoyed fucking my uncle in the ass and driving him into a sexual delirium of pleasure until he creamed his own load all over his face. I was extremely turned on when I watched Eric and his buddy Walleye finally admit their attraction and consumate their fantasies in a free for all 96 position. The weekend was over, our trio headed back to civilization, but the excitement and the overall male libido did not stop there. Eric and I would come up with and excuse to leave and we would hightail it over to Walter's house for some man on man wet dick slurping and pink hole stretching. Laura was completly oblivious to our secret, in fact every time she was absent, I could not resist blowing Eric's fine hard cock. Generally Eric would be the one who informed me that the coast was clear by dangling his dripping man meat in front of me and telling me that it was "dinner time". I would practically rip his clothes off and suck his mega dick wherever I happen to be. One time I made drank Eric's cum in the garage while Laura was in the house. I could not get enough of Eric's tasty equipment, and I concluded that eventually our desires would cause us to get caught. I told Eric my theory, as he was servicing my erect slippery meat and after swallowing my hot load, he agreed with me. I informed Laura that I had overstayed my welcome and it was time to move on. Had a great time, but I wanted to see more sites before the summer was over. Eric and Laura gave me a lift to the town of Rawlins and hugged goodbye. I told Laura to call my mom and let her know I was all right. I told Eric to give my best to Walter. My best oral skills, was what I meant, because I knew that Eric and Walleye would go "camping" a lot more from now on. The look on Eric's face revealed someone who was going to miss the secret fun we had, and I shared his sentiment. Interstate 80 was under my feet as I walked along side the busy highway, my arm extented outward, my fist closed and my thumb pointing west. The past week was unbelievably delicious and I wondered if the next encounter would be as exciting as I continued my cross country adventure...