Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2018 21:41:14 -0700 From: B C Subject: Getting to know Uncle Bruce, part 5 Before ya go pick some some beers and head out to the lake with a few cigars and a good buddy, shouldn't you take 60 seconds and donate to Nifty? Yeah, ya fuckin' should. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --- Part 5, Camping By Taz & copendip1999 It's 85 degrees out and not even past noon and Uncle Bruce is already all pissed off at his nephew. "Fucking GIT your shit TOGETHER boy. We gotta hit the road and get our supplies and all. We don't want my special campin' spot to be taken by the time we get out there!" Lazy fuckin nephew'd been hung over (and hey he'd been well used the night before, again) and dragging ass all morning while they packed the rest of the gear. Tent, sleeping bags, stove, axe, shovel, knives, rope, tarps, fishin' rods, so on and so forth. Uncle was taking his nephew for an easy campin' trip at a special spot he knew, way out in the sticks off an old logging road, by a creek with some trout and damn near nobody came around the place. Bruce fired up another Wide as he leaned up against his pickup and pulled his ball cap down, haulin the smoke and letting it curl out from under the brim a his hat. Fuck, he liked doin that, the way it made his ball caps reek a smoke... He was a fuckin' proud smoker and enjoyed making sure he always fuckin' smelled strong. "Ya packed my special stuff like I tole ya to boy?" "Yessir, Uncle Bruce. Got your two big pipes, plenty of tobacco, a ton a cigars here in this sack, packed yer small bong and put it in a plastic sack so it wouldn't fuck anything else up. Got yer stash in there too. Am I forgetting anything?" "Yeah ya fucking are, boy, what about the other stuff?" Uncle Bruce raised his eyebrows and hauled hard on his Wide lookin' his nephew straight in the eyes. "OH shit yeah. Hang on a sec." Fuck, that kid sometimes never seemed like he'd do anything right. About five minutes later, he came back out holding another small bag. "Lube, cock rings, nipple clamps, leather harness and handcuffs, and poppers, Sir!" Bruce grinned. "There ya go, buddy! Think we're all packed now? I reckon we are. Ready to hit the road?" "Yep Uncle! This is gonna be fuckin' awesome!" "Hell yeah it is buddy! OK hop on in and let's get some fuckin' mud on these tires!" They hit Dirty Pete's garage and country store to stock up on ice and beers and such. To Craig's surprise, instead of heading inside himself, Uncle Bruce said "Hey Craig it's time for you to handle this." He passed over a wad of cash to his nephew and said "Head on inside, get us a few packs a smokes, some Copenhagen, a bottle a Beam and as much beer as ya can!" Craig's heart beat a bit fast as he took the cash and said, "Yessir!" He jumped outta the truck while his uncle got out to start to pump the gas. He headed inside, bell ringing as he opened the door. The place smelled as usual -- like cardboard, tobacco, and grease. He went back to where the beers and liquor were. Fuck. This was fucking incredible and his knees felt weak. He was buying booze for the first time! Fuck, his dad would fuck him up if he knew! He thought about all he'd had to do to earn this right, taking Dirty Pete's hard cock down his throat for about a half an hour, and figured it was well worth it. He started feeling himself getting a bit hard just thinkin' about it. He grabbed two 30 packs of Bud Light and a bottle of Beam and figured he'd have enough money left over for smokes and dip. When he got to the front counter Dirty Pete was already there, grinnin at him, dirty as fuck as usual. "Hey there, Craig, how's it goin buddy?" Pete gave him the upwards head-nod that guys give each other in greeting. "Doin good here Pete." Craig said kinda shy. He was kinda embarrassed about what he was doing, feeling like he'd gotten caught stealing! Pete just grinned bigger as Craig put his haul up on the counter. "And... and, two packs a Camel Wides, and two packs a Reds, and two cans a Copenhagen long cut?" he said kind of throaty and quiet. "What's that ya said there boy? Ya need smokes and dip?" "Yessir, two packs a Wides, two a Reds, and two cans Cope long cut" "Yep ya got it, coming right up!" Pete winked at him, grabbed the smokes and dip and put em down on the counter and rang him up. "Let me get a bag for ya." Craig looked out of the window and saw Uncle Bruce standing by his truck, smokin, looking straight at him while he bought beer, booze, smokes and dip for him. Fuck! That about fuckin made Craig lose it. He was being forced to buy liquor and tobacco for his uncle, who he knew was going to force him to smoke and drink hard while having his way with him! Dirty Pete put the Beam, dip, and three packs of smokes into a bag. He pushed the last pack a Wides over to Craig and said, "put these in your shirt pocket, Craig." Grinning. Craig took the pack. They always seemed lighter than he thought they'd feel, and with his eyes locked with Dirty Pete he slid the pack into his shirt pocket. Fuck that felt good! Craig was already going damn near crazy but felt so damn proud having bought a pack a smokes and put em in his pocket. He just started grinnin' like a damn fool. He got his change and headed outside. "Where's the GODDAMNED ice?" Uncle Bruce didn't even wait until he got close to the truck to remind him he'd been a dipshit and had forgotten to get the ice. But he was smiling, like he knew his nephew was hung over and was gonna fuck up and he didn't care much. Anyway Pete walked out right then with two big sacks a ice and said "Hey I already rang ya up for these, knew you'd fuckin' forget em, boy!" Pete carried the ice over to the pickup and Craig set the beer down on the tailgate. Bruce slapped him on his ass. "Useless fucking piece of shit nephew... only good for one thing," he said, looking Pete in the eye. "Cocksucking!" they said together, high-fiving! "Allright son ya done good and that pack a smokes looks great in yer pocket. Hop on in, let's get us out into the fucking woods! And grab us some beers for the road while you're loading up that cooler boy. Sheeeit we're gonna have fun! We still have to pick up Carl." When they were in the pickup, Uncle Bruce looked at Craig kinda serious and said, "Hey, buddy, can I bum a smoke?" Then he started cracking up as Craig smiled and pulled the pack outta his shirt pocket, opened it up, and offered his uncle a smoke. After picking up Carl they drove about 40 miles, Craig riding in the center in the bench seat. Bruce smoked a cigar while making sure the boys were both smokin' Reds and Wides the whole drive, beers in hand. Shit, it was dirt back roads, didn't matter if they had a beer or two. Neither of the boys had been here and it was up off the small highway on some old unused logging roads. Needed a bit of 4x4 and they had to clear a few fallen logs and rocks from time to time. It was already cooler out here, only about 80 in the shade, when Bruce pulled off the small road into a pullout and they saw the campsite. Hell, yeah, it was a great campsite! Stream big enough to fish, huge trees for shade not too far apart but still open to the stars, huge fire pit well built up with stones, a big table some dumbass had hauled or dumped here (it was Bruce), huge logs to sit on in front of the fire and around, plenty of flat spots to pitch a tent. It was sweet! "Allright buddies, git out and start unloading!" Uncle Bruce parked the truck, pulled beers out of the cooler for everyone and cracked his, and said, "Yeehaw, boys, we're fuckin camping! This is gonna rock!" Carl and Craig were hauling gear back and forth from the truck to the table and starting to lay out the tarp for the large 6-person old Army tent Bruce had. Uncle Bruce had already set himself up a camp chair and wasn't doing shit but drinkin, smokin, and yelling at his nephew and his nephew's friend but all in good fun! They were doing a great job unloading and setting up, even hungover, and besides everybody round here knew how to camp and handle themselves in the woods. The tent was set up, everyone had had a beer and Uncle Bruce had poured shots for everyone. After a cheers and bottoms up, they downed the shots and he announced that he was gonna go fish for a while in the crick. They'd brought some firewood but he told Craig to go scrounge up some more, scout around in the woods here and see if he could find a decent sized fallen log. They'd brought a chainsaw so when he found one we'd all go and size it and haul enough back so we could have a good big fire all night. Carl was gonna stick around and learn to fish. Craig headed off into the woods. He didn't know this area, but he just kept going around the hill keeping the slope to his left until he ran into a different logging road from the one they'd come in on and started walking along that. He pulled another smoke out of his shirt and fired it up. Fuck, it was badass to just be smokin whenever he wanted to, like a man, like his Uncle'd taught him! So there he was walking along this road in the hot fuckin' sun, smokin', wishing he'd brought a beer with him. Walkin' in the pines and cedars and all, God's own sun shining on his head, aw hell he was feelin great! He'd seen a few decent candidates for some firewood and he really wasn't too far from camp although he wasn't sure about where this road was, then he saw the goldmine. A bunch of good sized trees had been bulldozed down a while ago. He went up and knocked on one and it sounded good and dry without being rotten. It wasn't too big that he, Unc, and Carl couldn't saw them up and haul `em back. Just then he heard a motor in the distance, coming closer. He stayed still, as ya' do in the woods when you hear something irregular. He had nothing to hide so he just stood where he was and put his smoke in his mouth and stared up the road where he heard the sound of a truck coming. Yep, there's a truck coming down the road, blowing dust up behind it in this damn heat. He was only about twenty feet off the road and saw the driver turn and look at him as the truck slowed down a bit. Hell, that guy looked like a fuckin logger, and kinda scary too. Dirty ball cap, sunglasses above the brim, and he had a smoke in his jaw as he turned and looked Craig in the eye briefly. He could see another dude in the truck but not real clear. The truck passed. Craig stared after it, taking the last hit on his smoke. The truck slowed, then stopped a bit up the road. It just stopped. He saw movement inside, but nobody got out. Craig kept staring at it and spat into the dry ground beside him. He figured he'd wait a bit and sat down on the log. A few moments later the truck's backup lights came on and the truck spun tire and threw gravel as the driver threw the gas on way too fuckin' hard and then it started backin up the road towards where Craig was. Shit, he had nothin' to be scared about but he couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable as the truck slowed and stopped near him. Both truck doors opened at the same time and the driver and passenger stepped out, both of `em in ball caps, wearin' really fucking dirty jeans and logging boots. They both had smokes in their mouths and looked pretty damn serious. "Hey buddy, ya need a lift or anything? Ya OK?." the driver said kinda flat. The other dude just stared at him. Fuck, Craig thought, this don't feel right. "Yeah I'm good. I was just out lookin' for firewood. I'm camped with my uncle pretty near here. Saw these here trees and was just about to go get our saws and start to haul some wood back to camp." The driver looked at his buddy and they shared what looked like a meaningful look. "Well we log these here parts, boy, and yep we knocked these trees down last season and ya got a good eye. Them juniper are some damn good firewood and these are pretty well ready to burn." They looked at each other again and the driver threw down his spent smoke, crushed it out, and reached in and pulled his pack back out of his shirt pocket. He was smokin Wides. Craig started getting boned. Craig felt like he was dreaming and before he knew quite what he was doin', he reached into his pocket too and started pulling out his own pack a Wides. He kept his eyes on the driver who squinted at him as he opened up his pack and pulled out a smoke. Craig thought he saw a bit of a grin on the driver's face and as the burly passenger threw down his own smoke and stubbed it out, Craig felt real bold and said "Hey buddy want a smoke?" And offered him his pack while he stuck the smoke in his mouth. Craig felt damn weird and the passenger dude kinda looked over at the driver and grinned and walked forward and said, "Thanks there buddy," in a real low voice. "My name's Colton and this here's Mike." He grabbed the pack. "We'd be glad to help ya with that firewood if ya like. We know these woods real good and we're damn handy with chainsaws." Craig relaxed and felt like a bit of a badass. Fuck, when he'd showed up at his Unc's house he wasn't even a smoker, and now he was offering smokes to some rough loggers like it wasn't any damn thing! "I'm Craig. Nice to meet ya, Colton and Mike! I'd be grateful for your help. I think my Uncle'd be pretty pleased if I just rolled up with some firewood all ready to go -- that'd be pretty damn good guys." They'd all fired up and Mike headed back to the truck and dropped the tailgate. They had a few saws, plenty of gas, some cans of oil, and a cooler in the back, and a few other tools. "Well let's do this, boys! Anyone need a beer?" "Hell yeah!" Colton said. Mike popped the cooler and grabbed three tall boys of Coors. Fuck, Craig thought, these dudes are awesome! Beer drinkin, Wides smokin loggers who were gonna help him impress his Uncle! Mike passed em around. Everyone had smokes goin and then Colton went back to grab his saw. "Allright how much ya thinkin' here Craig?" "Well we're just stayin a night or two so how about these couple a logs?" "Stand back." Colton set down his beer, grabbed an 880 Stihl Magnum and fired that huge fuckin' saw up like it was nothing. God, damn, Craig was impressed. These dudes knew what they were doing and Colton hadn't even put any safety gear on. Craig knew better than to say anything and just looked over at Mike who was spittin' on the ground then took a swig of his beer. Mike looked at Craig and said, "Check this shit out!" and winked. Colton drop-started the saw, smoke in his mouth, revved it up full and held it up above the logs, looking like he was concentrating. Then he just fuckin dropped it, and let it fall, and it fuckin didn't even slow down as it tore through at least three feet of wood! FUCK that was badass! Craig looked over at Mike, and Mike kinda nodded like, "Fuck yeah", and Craig hauled on his smoke and kinda felt like he was one of the guys, drinkin' his beer and smokin' with the crew. Colton proceeded to saw the ever loving shit out of those trees and in fucking less than a minute had a few good 8' sections ready to go. He shut off the saw and said "Come n git em boys!" Mike and Craig set their beers down on the tailgate, and went down to grab the logs as Colton brought his saw back to the truck. Craig and Mike proceeded to carry the logs up to the truck. Iit was pretty easy but they were heavy. Colton was just drinkin' his beer and had fired himself up another smoke. After they'd hauled `em all up Mike asked, "So where's yer camp?" "Well I came around the hill this way," Craig pointed. "I don't think this is the road we came in on." Mike interrupted. "Oh yeah. Yer on the 4561. It's the next logging road over. We know it. Hop in, kid, let's get these logs to camp!" Mike got in on the driver's side of old beat up `67 Chevy C/K10. Craig was in next and Colton swung in with beers in his hand. The inside of the truck was real dirty and muddy and had lots of sawdust. There was an ashtray clipped below a CB radio under the console, Skoal can on the dash, and a few empty beer cans on the floorboards. Logs in the back, Craig between Mike and Colton in the truck, we all had beers in our hands and Craig could tell he was gonna need another smoke soon. They slowly wound their way down the logging road. Without a word Colton pulled out his pack a Wides, pulled one out, didn't say nothing but handed the pack to Craig. Craig took a smoke, stuck it in his mouth and passed the pack to Mike on his left. Fuck, Craig thought, this is so fuckin cool. Just hangin' out smokin' with some men I don't even know. Smokin n drinkin. Craig boned up even more. Craig figured that one of them would roll down their windows but naw, the three of them were haulin' their smokes with country music on the AM dial. Nobody said nothin for a while. They just enjoyed this redneck moment. "This here road twists down the hill the other way. It'll be a bit before we get to your camp," Mike said. He hesitated a bit. "Ya diggin your smoke, buddy?" "Fuck, yeah, I am," Craig said. Cab filling with smoke, thinkin' he was gonna impress his Unc, shit yeah Craig was on top of the world! He kinda had this nagging sense that something was a little bit wrong with these dudes, but they'd been so friendly and all... what if they expected something in return? He didn't have hardly any money. Damned if his cock wasn't getting even harder. As soon as Craig finished his Wide, Colton already had another one ready for him. Colton lit up then held out the lighter for Craig, putting his other hand on Craig's thigh. Huh, thought Craig. Colton locked eyes with Craig as he lit up, and didn't move his hand away. Then Craig felt a hand on his other thigh and looked over to see Mike, freshly lit and keeping his eyes on his road. Craig didn't say nothin either but he felt a bit tense as the two rugged men started rubbing his inner thigh, their hands brushing each other's as they both started reaching his groin. Craig grunted around his smoke and looked back over at Colton, who was still staring at him. Craig was scared but his hardon had a mind of its own. He looked down and saw those two men's big hands workin on him, and he concentrated on hauling his smoke and trying to relax. He spread his legs apart a bit and slumped down. "Well lookie here, Mike. Seems we got a live one! You like ridin' in our truck with us, boy? Shore looks like ya do," Colton leered as he fired up another smoke. Mike slowed the truck down a bit to steer over a small washout and Colton started sliding his hand up under Craig's cutoffs, leaning in closer and exhaling directly into Craig's face. "Now you're not gonna put up a fuss, are ya boy? It'd be a shame if ya did." "No sir!" Craig choked out, feeling great but afraid at the same time. "Good to hear it, little buddy. We don't mean no harm but we like to have a bit a fun out here in the woods. And right now, you're our bit a fun!" Craig gulped as Colton roughly grabbed his belt and unzipped his fly, letting Craig's cock free. It was so warm and smoky in the cab, Craig's head was almost spinning. "Now, you're gonna do what we tell ya' to, boy, aren't ya?" "Yessir!" Mike and Colton both grinned. They loved doing this shit. Picking up hitchhikers and other people out in the woods, molesting them and forcing them to smoke before they fucked the ever loving shit out of `em. It was more fun when they found a city boy out on a solo hike, but this country kid was lookin' like he'd do for the afternoon. LIttle did they know he was well versed in how to take care of hot smokin', drinkin' redneck men. "Alright now, put your arms out, boy, around each of our shoulders. I want ya holding onto us here," Mike said. Colton took the spent smoke from Craig's mouth, stubbed it out and grabbed a half-smoked cigar from the ashtray. "Open up, boy," he said, sticking the already wet and chewed cigar in Craig's mouth. He wrapped one hand loosely around Craig's cock and held a dented Zippo up to the cigar. "Ever smoked a cigar, boy?" "Mmmmhhmmmph" Craig said as he started puffing it to life. "Fuck yeah, kid, glad to hear it! You're gonna enjoy this then." Colton fired up another Wide and lit Mike up too then started slowly jacking Craig's cock. Craig was hauling good and hard on the cigar and was feeling like he was gonna need to spit soon, but when he moved to take the cigar outta his mouth Mike said sharply, "Nope boy keep yer hands on our shoulders." Craig squirmed a bit feeling his cock being stroked, needing to spit but forced to keep smoking the cigar. Mike looked down. "Pretty nice cock, there, boy. Be a shame if anything happened to it." He winked at Craig, who was starting to really grip on Mike and Colton's shoulders. Colton chuckled. "Oh yeah you're enjoying this ain't ya? One more thing, boy," He leaned into Craig's face and exhaled a deep lungful of Wides smoke at him then whispered, "Don't you fucking cum, boy. We'll tell ya when you get to have some relief. It ain't time yet, boy." Craig whimpered and swallowed the pent-up spit in his mouth. Fuck! His butthole was twitching and he felt his cock reach full attention and jerk as Mike took over for Colton and kept slowly jacking him. What did these two loggers have in mind for him? Shit, what was Unc going to think when he showed up in this condition? "We'll get you back to camp and see what kind of a man your Uncle is, and depending on how things go ya' may get your relief sooner than later." "Mmmph" was all Craig could say, practically moaning around the cigar and fighting to keep from cumming. He almost lost it when Mike took the truck over a dip in the road but was relieved to see that he recognized the road they were on now. They were almost back at camp! "You all camped at that nice spot by the crick? Yep, shore looks like it," Colton said as they came around a corner and saw Uncle Bruce's truck in the pulloff. Craig had tears in his eyes from the smoke and the effort to keep from shooting his load. As they pulled in next to Unc's truck, Craig was a little bit confused about what he was seeing. It looked like Carl was laying face down over a log, and Uncle Bruce was behind him, shirtless, smoke in his mouth, eyes closed, head back, like he was having a great time. For a second Craig was afraid that something was wrong. "Well I'll be Goddamned, Mike, looks like we just might a found us a damn good time here in the woods!" Unc heard the truck as they parked and he looked down and his eyes snapped open. Carl's head came up but Uncle didn't move, just stayed there with his hands on Carl's back, while Carl looked like he was trying to squirm away. They all just stared at each other for a bit as the dust from the road blew away. Colton's hand was still on Craig's cock. Two dudes in a truck, Craig between `em holding `em both in what looked like a big wide hug, cigar in his jaw. Carl was bent over a tree getting railed by his fuck buddy's hard smokin Uncle who wasn't letting him get away! After what seemed like a little too long, Mike opened his door and a few beer cans fell out as he got out of the truck, burping, already reachin' for another smoke. Colton put his arm around Craig and pulled him out of the passenger side. "Hey, sorry to interrupt here buddy," Mike said, grinning at Uncle Bruce. "Name's Mike and this here's Colton and we helped your nephew haul a few logs back here. No need to get up there man, looks like you're havin' yourself a good time!" Colton kept his arm wrapped around Craig and shut the truck door and now Uncle could see Craig's hard, leaking cock. Craig saw him grin. "Howdy," said Colton, "we've been takin' care of your nephew on the drive down here. He's a damn good kid, you should be proud!" Uncle Bruce visibly relaxed and put his hand on the back of Carl's head and pushed it back down into the log. "Well howdy there men, my name's Bruce." Uncle bucked forward and Carl gasped. "You're welcome here with us. Looks like ya been taking good care of my nephew for me!" Colton chuckled and reached down and grabbed Craig's cock. Craig almost came and shook a bit, cigar still in his mouth, almost smoked down to where the smoke was going directly up his nose whenever he wasn't puffing on it. "Yeah, I think we'll all get along just fine! Beers are in the coolers, men, and I got plenty of cigars if ya'd like one and don't want to waste any more on my nephew there." Bruce resumed his thrusting, pounding into Carl who just laid there and took it. He didn't really have any choice! "Any chance one a you men could bring me a beer and a smoke?" Now Craig felt a bit safer but also pretty damned worried seeing his friend getting banged so rough by his Uncle, and not real sure about what was gonna happen here. Mike said, "Well yeehaw, Bruce. We're up to party here! Craig, come'ere and help me get these logs out of the truck and over towards the fire pit." Colton went and grabbed another Coors tallboy and walked over to where Bruce had Carl bent over a log. Craig's hard cock was bobbing up and down and FUCK he needed to spit but he just swallowed all that cigar spit that had been pooling in his mouth and kept the cigar stuck in his jaw as he helped Mike carry out the three logs and drop them by the firepit. Mike went and grabbed another tallboy for himself and when Craig went to look, he saw Colton standing right in front of Carl, lighting up a smoke for Unc, and he thought he heard gagging sounds. Yup. Colton hadn't wasted any time and as Mike and Craig walked over, Mike's hand on Craig's shoulder, they saw that Colton was feeding his fat cock into Carl's jaw while Bruce kept on railing him. God damn that kid was gettin used hard. Bent over a log and getting fucked in both holes while the men smoked and drank beer. Colton spit on Carl's head and said, "That's it, son, take it like a man!" Craig felt Mike's hand dig into his shoulder and Mike looked at him and said, "Ya know what, Craig, I do believe I like what I'm seeing here." He shook a fresh smoke out of his pack and said "You about done with that cigar?" "Mmmmmmpf" "Glad to hear it, boy, I could stand to get my dick shined. Ditch that cigar and get down on your knees." Craig did as he was told. Mike cracked his beer, unzipped his fly and Craig knew what to do. Craig opened up wide, looked up at Mike grinnin' down at him around his smoke, and tasted Mike's cock as he started pushing it into Craig's jaw. Fuck, Craig thought, this is still pretty damn cool! I'm sucking off a guy I just met in front of my Uncle and fuck buddy, who are going at it hot and heavy. The sound of moaning and choking sped up and Uncle Bruce was just about to cum up Carl's ass. As he pounded harder and faster, Carl was going MMMMPHF around Colton's cock, and Colton was keeping up his verbal abuse of Carl. "Yeah you'll take any cock we give ya, won't ya, faggot?" He spat again on Carl's head. MMMMMMMPHF "What's that faggot? Ya' want me to choke ya' on my cock? Well if ya' say so..." Colton put his hand on the back of Carl's head and just held him there as he sunk his cock all the way to the hilt. Carl was thrashing around, arms pounding on the log, choking while Unc just kept goin' at him, grunting and then yelling "FUCK! FUCK!" and staying stock still. MMMMMMMMMMFFFFFF Colton tensed and said "FUCKIN yeah faggot," shooting his load down Carl's throat while Uncle Bruce filled Carl's ass with cum. Colton and Uncle Bruce looked each other in the eyes and smiled as they both filled Carl up, squinting and looking like dogs who'd spent all day in the park. Bruce pulled out. Colton let go of Carl's head, and Carl slumped down on the log. "Hey, Mike, ya' want in on this? We got him warmed up for ya!" Uncle Bruce was fishin around for a smoke and throwing back some beer. Mike was rock hard and starting to really fuck Craig's throat at this point, and he growled and said "Hell yeah I do! Craig, git up, cocksucker, you're gonna feed this kid some cock while I fuck him!" Craig got up and turned around, seeing Carl slumped over almost made him feel bad until Carl looked up with a smile on his face. "Yeah, ya fuckin' liked that, didn't ya, Faggot?" Colton sneered, passing his lighter to Uncle Bruce. Bruce fired up and came and put his arm around Craig, wet cock still hangin out, while Mike squared up behind Carl. "Get your ass over that log over there by your friend, boy, cuz' I'm gonna fuck you like your uncle just fucked him," Mike told Craig. "I saw the way you watched them. You want it bad, don't ya' boy? I knew you were one hot motherfucker when I first saw you out there looking at those logs when I drove by with Colton." Craig assumed the position, raising his ass high for Mike's dick. He needed it so bad after seeing his Uncle Bruce fucking the shit out of his fuck buddy while he drank Colton's big load. When Bruce saw that big dick of Mike's gettin' ready to enter his nephew, he got fuckin' hard even though he'd just unloaded in Carl's ass. Bruce walked over and whispered into Craig's ear, "Bet you would get off having me fuck Mike while he shoves that big fucker up your ass." Mike overheard Bruce and said, "Man, I don't take cock up my ass." Bruce told him to shut up. "I'll decide what's going to happen to the guy that's about to fuck my nephew's hot ass. I promised his dad I'd take care of him. If you want that sweet ass, and I know it's sweet because I've been up there a lot lately, you're gonna' have to learn to catch as well as pitch, fucker. Carl, get your well-fucked ass in the tent and get my bong. Mike here needs to relax." Carl obeyed and returned with the bong. "Well, fuck boy," Bruce said. "Why didn't you load it? You got shit for brains? Cain't smoke an empty bowl. " Carl went back in the tent and got the stash. He loaded the bowl and handed it to Bruce. "Fucking right, boy. Here, Mike, smoke some of this. It'll get your ass ready for my cock -- only way you're getting my nephew's ass man." "Don't mind if I do, Bruce. Colton and I haven't been able to find any weed lately. Gets me good and horny." Just as Mike was taking a massive bong rip, there was some rustling in the nearby bushes. All heads turned to see what the hell was going on. A big, beefy bear of a man stepped out in a park ranger's uniform, tan shirt, pack a smokes stickin out in one pocket and a can a dip in the other, wool pants and a full on Smokey the Bear hat, lookin' like he just walked off the set of a National Park tv show. Carl and Craig looked at each other like, oh, fuck. The ranger looked at the sight before him. Craig was bent over a log pants down around his ankles ass high up, Bruce n Mike standing behind him smokin with beers in their hands, Colton with his wet dick hangin' out, hangin' on to a bottle a Beam. "Boys, you got some explaining to do," the ranger said as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a Newport, flicked his Zippo, and hauled the smoke into his lungs. Nobody said a damn word. The ranger smiled, "Don't look so fuckin' freaked out. I like what I'm seeing here. Let me have a hit on that bong and we won't have any worries...... we might just have some fun." Bruce grinned and introduced himself to the ranger, who said, "Glad to meet you. Keith's the name." Bruce nodded, "Glad to meet ya Keith! This here's Mike and Colton, and this here's my nephew Craig and his buddy Carl." Mike passed the bong to the hot ranger, "How'd ya like a beer, Keith?" Keith didn't say nothin' but flicked his Zippo with his Newport in the same hand, took a massive hit, and held it in his lungs. He obviously was no virgin to a bong. He looked at Craig kind of strange and after damn near a minute exhaled fully, still keepin' his eyes on Craig. "Yeah, I think we got some fun brewin here, boys!" "Fuck yeah!" Colton said, "I'm grabbin my boombox, let's get some country tunes on here boys! Who needs a beer?" He went back to the truck and grabbed his Milwaukee job site radio and five more Coors tall boys for the crew. Well, beers for everyone except Craig, because he was gonna' be gettin' fed cock and beer here for a while. He handed out beers, put the boombox on the table, and took the bong from Bruce who had just finished a huge hit. "Hey Colton," Mike said, "Why don't you shotgun that weed into this boy's mouth?" pointing at Craig. "Let's get this fucker loose. He's gonna need to be!" Colton fired up the bong with a smile on his face and Craig was lookin' up at him while he took a HUGE fucking hit, pulled the bowl out, finished the crazy thick hit, didn't cough none, held it, then bent down and grabbed Craig's chin in his hand. He planted his lips over Craig's scruffy mouth and pushed that smoke down that fucker's lungs so hard Craig was coughing before he had even finished! He kept his lips locked on Craig and put his other hand around the back a Craig's head so he couldn't get away and made him hold on and keep that smoke passing back and forth between `em for a good while. The other men cheered and threw him some thumbs-ups and Carl was like, "Fuckin yeah! Fuck his lungs good!" Mike shot Carl a look like, yer next boy. Keith and Bruce were both still standing behind Carl and making quick work of their beers, and had passed the bottle a Beam back and forth a few times between em. "Yeah, I patrol up on this hill here. This is a damn fine campspot. I've spent many a good night here myself. There's been a few good loggin' men out this way but I ain't never run into any of ya'll before." Bruce stubbed out his Wide and Keith immediately offered him a Newport. Bruce accepted it, fired up, "Yeah, glad to meet ya dude! I really appreciate all the work ya do out here and fuck I'm glad we ran into each other! Least I could do is make sure ya' have a good time tonight for all the hard work ya' do, brother!" They clinked beer cans and smoked and each of `em took another bong rip as it came back around. Bruce was gettin' redneck rowdy by this point. "Awwright men there ain't nearly enough fuckin goin on here! Mike, GIT yer sweet logger ass over here and git ready to fuck my nephew!" Keith and Colton cracked up and Carl looked like he wanted in on the fun but knew he'd get it when he got it. Mike set down the bong and walked over. "I been thinkin `bout what ya' said, there, Bruce... " he grinned and left it at that, and unbuckled his pants `n stepped outta' em so he was just wearin' his Boots and what God gave him. Beer in hand, he slapped Craig on the ass and said "Fuckin' get ready, boy!" He held his cock in the other hand and pushed it up against Craig's willing hole. What Craig hadn't figured is that gettin' fucked over a log wasn't nothin' like anything he was ready for. He couldn't move out of the way, he just had to lie there while this man started shovin' his cock into his hole! Fuck, it hurt like he ain't never been fucked before! "Aw fuck yeah, nephew! Hurt don't it?" Bruce was down in his face laughin' at him. "Buck up soldier, more's comin. Colton, GIT yer ass back over here and give my nephew another hit!" Craig was like, aw, fuck. He still could feel Mike sliding his cock in and Colton walkin over, cock still out and kinda twitchin a bit, freshly loaded bong in hand. He held the bowl down by Craig's face while he fired it up, leaning over, and took one HELL of a green hit then pulled the carb and fed Craig that fuckin smoke hard! Craig was shakin on the log, takin cock in the ass and weed in the lungs, getting fucked in both ends. He didn't expect what came next, though. Instead of steppin' away, Colton stuck his cock in Craig's face and said, "Open up and take my cock and don't you DARE fuckin exhale, cocksucker!" Craig heard Bruce laugh and say, "Hell yeah. Choke my nephew out bro!" Craig did as he was told and opened up but didn't exhale, Mike's cock firmly planted in his ass now balls deep, and kept his eyes up on Colton as he started takin' that cock in his jaw. Colton grunted and shoved real hard before Craig was ready for it, plugging up his throat so he couldn't breathe. Fuck! He couldn't inhale or exhale and that weed smoke was sittin' in his lungs, he started coughing and choking on cock and smoke when he felt Mike pull out and fucking POUND him hard. He couldn't help it, he swallowed Colton's dick even farther, way past anywhere he'd taken a cock in his jaw before! His eyes watered and he started makin' sounds like GGGGGGGGG and Colton said "FUCKN' right, boy!" Keith whistled and shouted "Yee fuckin HAW boys. Ya'll know how to party!" "Ya ain't seen nothin yet there buddy," Bruce elbowed him in the ribs. Mike'd just buried himself balls deep in Craig and then he turned around, smiling at Bruce, and just winked. Bruce knew what was up. He stroked his semi hard cock and nodded to Keith, "I was just about to make a sandwich here, buddy!" He winked and stepped forwards towards Mike's ass. "Ya mind doing me a favor and keepin the beers and smokes comin?" "No problem there buddy!" Keith put a smoke in Bruce's mouth and lit him up, then reached into one of his pants pockets and pulled out a short stemmed, fat bowl pipe and stuck it in his jaw. "Hey Carl!" Bruce yelled over at Carl, "Grab us more beers here and get ready to give Keith a proper country greetin' here!" Beers in tow, Craig getting fucked and still taking cock deep in his jaw, Carl came over and kneeled down in front of Keith as Keith puffed his pipe to life. "Fuck, you got `em well trained, Bruce!" Bruce was just starting to rub his cock into Mike's butt crack while Mike was still slow-fucking Craig deep and hard. Whenever Mike pulled out, Bruce got more aggressive with pushing his cock deeper into Mike's ass crack. Keith's cock was out, and he was shoving it towards Carl's open mouth, puffing clouds of pipe smoke down towards that willing fucker's head. Bruce decided it was time to go for it, and leaned forward when Mike was fully impaling Craig and started sliding his cock up into Mike. "GOD DAMN," Mike said, "FUCKIN give it to me there!" Craig was chokin hard on Colton's cock and you could tell that Mike was thrashin around inside a him because of the sounds he started makin, GNNNNNGGGNNNNNN" "Shit yeah!" Keith said, around his pipe, now balls deep in Carl's throat. "Two boys learning the ways of the woods, makes a Park Ranger like me proud!" For about the next five minutes, the men just enjoyed themselves. Colton getting high as fuck and shotgunning smoke into Craig and feeding him cock, Mike fucking and getting fucked, Bruce railing Mike while Keith kept pounding Carl's jaw and hauling hard on his pipe. "Fuck that pipe smoke smells great, Keith, help me out here!" Bruce said. Keith kneed Carl forward so he was backed against the log and Keith was standing next to Bruce, then he took a huge fuckin' lungful of pipe smoke and leaned over and met Bruce's lips. The two of them kept their lips locked and passed that smoke back and forth while fuckin' mouth and fuckin' ass, tasting that sweet pipe smoke! The sound a six Men in the woods all fuckin' and smokin' was all they heard for a while. Bruce was the first to blow! He grabbed Mike's hips and broke off the smokin' with Keith and said "Aw fuck Mike ya ready to make a baby?" Mike grunted, he ain't never felt a man fuck him and it had him so hard he thought he may have killed the boy he was fuckin, and Bruce slammed in hard and deep and just stayed there and started buckin'. Mike felt Bruce's cock twitch and explode inside of him, fuck! He'd fucked so many dudes out in the woods but ain't never felt what it was like himself, and it damn near made him fall over! He still kept fuckin' Craig, on autopilot, as he groaned, "AW FUCK yeah Uncle!" Bruce stepped away from Mike and motioned Keith over. "Your turn buddy!" Keith pulled out of Carl, pipe still bellowing smoke in his jaw, and lined up behind Mike and shoved his cock in. "UHHHHH FUCK I could get used to this!" Colton had finished feeding Craig strong bong rips and had fired up a pipe of his own and had his eyes closed, hauling hard on his pipe and sliding his cock deep in and out of Craig's relaxed throat. "Carl, make yourself useful and go grab us all some more beers," Uncle Bruce yelled at Carl as he fired up a Wide. He trotted off obediently and soon all the men, and Carl, had themselves some cold Bud Lights to drink. Carl and Bruce watched, drank and smoked as Craig took it in both ends and Mike was stuck between Keith's huge cock and balls deep in Craig. Bruce walked over to Mike and stuck a Wide in his mouth and lit him up, hell he couldn't let the man go without a smoke while he was gettin plowed for the first time! They all carried on like that for a while, buckin' and smokin' and gruntin' and all, and you could tell that Mike was gettin' close and Craig was looking pretty wore out but Bruce had something else in mind. He leaned into Mike's ear and whispered, "Don't you dare fuckin' come, buddy, I want you to hold that load until we're all finished." "Aw hell man! I'll do my best," Mike grunted in reply around his smoke, eyes closed concentrating on the feel of Keith's cock up his ass. Pretty soon Keith began to growl so loud it was almost scary. "RRrrrrrrrr RRRRRRRRR" and leaned forward so he was fuckin Mike so deep, Mike could barely pull out of Craig! It was like Keith was fucking Craig right through Mike! "RRRRRRR!!! AW YEAH," Keith yelled as he pounded Mike's ass full of the second load of cum for the night. Fuck, that went on a while, and you could hear how much cum Keith'd dropped in Mike because of the wet sound his cock made as he banged it in and out of Mike slower and slower. Finally Keith took the pipe outta his mouth and backed off, "Whoooie!" He slapped Mike on the ass just as Uncle Bruce literally pushed Carl forward towards Mike. "You're next, Carl!" Bruce grinned around his smoke as Carl looked up at him wide eyed like, what the fuck, you're letting ME fuck this dude? "Go ahead there boy, get on in there! He's good and lubed up for ya," Keith said. Carl did as he was told and stroked his half-hard cock and started pushing it against Mike's cum-slicked hairy ass. After about 30 seconds of sliding his cock around, Carl was hard as a rock and knew what he had to do. He pointed his cock right at Mike's open hole and just started pushing in. Dang, this was one well-used ass, he thought as he just slipped right in all the way to the hilt! Keith clapped him on the shoulder and said "Well done boy!" Bruce gave Carl a thumbs-up as he started to fuck Mike, but he had something more in mind. "Hey, Keith, would you mind packing your pipe again and making Carl smoke it while he fucks Mike here? I think it'd be good training." "Hell naw! Coming right up there hoss!" Pipe packed and fired up in record time, Keith ordered Carl to open up and he put the pipe right in Carl's mouth and told him to hold it there! He got it clamped in his jaw and proceeded to smoke hard, but not hard enough for Uncle Bruce. He stepped over to Carl and said sternly, "Ya gotta try harder than that, Carl, I need to see you inhale that pipe smoke, every damn time you inhale it's gonna be through that pipe!" Carl immediately inhaled the creamy mouthful of fragrant smoke and felt it go straight to his cock. He started to pick up the pace immediately and was banging away hard at Mike in no time! Mike was whimpering by now so Bruce stuck another Wide in his mouth and fired him up again. Colton kept Craig's throat busy and open. Damn, that boy was gonna feel that later! Now that he was smoking properly, it only took a few minutes for Carl's frenzied pounding of Mike's ass to bring him close to dumping his load. "Gonna... cum..." he got out around the pipe while he continued to inhale hard through the pipe and exhale through his nose. Bruce held him around the shoulder to keep him steady because his legs looked like he may just give out from the exertion, the smoke and the intensity of his orgasm. He shuddered and was quiet except for a kind of gasping sound while he came in Mike's ass. When he'd stopped shaking, he started stumbling backwards and Bruce kept him upright, "Steady there boy! Let's get you a drink, that was some great pipe smoking!" He passed the bottle of Beam to Carl and led him away. "Colton, you're gonna finish the job here, you get to fuck your logging buddy for the first time!" "Fuck yeah! I've always wondered what your sweet ass would feel like, Mike, looks like we're both gonna find out!" Bruce held the bottle so that Mike could get a good long drink of Beam, then he fired up a joint and stuck it in Mike's mouth. Mike coughed a bit and looked a bit worn but still had a wicked country grin on his face because he knew he was getting the fucking of a lifetime and his buddy was gonna finish him off so he could finally cum up this boy's ass. Colton lined up and just fuckin' went for it, pushing his long fat cock straight into Mike who moaned, Mmmmmmm, then Colton kicked Mike's legs out a bit more to either side so he kinda fell more into Craig and couldn't really move! Mike was supporting himself with his hands but all the fucking action was up to Colton. Just like Keith had done, Colton was directly fucking Craig with Mike's hard cock! "Beer me, buddy, if ya' don't mind!" A fresh beer was in Colton's hand in record time and Keith stuck a Newport in Colton's mouth and fired it up. Colton figured his buddy was just about done, but decided he was gonna still fuck `em both for at last two cigarettes worth of time, just so he could take his time and enjoy himself. Bruce knew that Craig must be getting torn up, but loving it, and decided that his nephew sure needed a bit more smoke in his lungs, so he went around the log and put a Wide in his nephew's mouth. Shit, he sure was ready for that! He sucked that smoke eagerly and exhaled through his nose as his eyes kept watering due to the intensity of the fuck he was enduring bent over the log. Just down to three dudes now, Craig taking smoke and dick hard and deep, Mike pinned between Colton and Craig workin on that joint, and Colton just going wild and almost ready for his second smoke. Keith was there to hook him up, too, making sure he had a freshly lit smoke the moment he'd finished the last one! Beer in hand and thrusting with his whole body, Colton was giving Mike everything he had and Craig just had to take it! Craig needed another smoke so Bruce saw to it. Colton was picking up the pace now, halfway through his second smoke, and Mike had this crazy smile on his face. You could tell the pleasure of getting fucked and fucking his dick raw combined with the weed, booze and smokes had put him in a damn good frame of mind. Bruce chuckled to himself, damn, that dude is pretty lucky. Mike's ass was leaking cum by this point and Colton was starting to make faces like he may be ready to shoot soon. "Alright Mike you think your ready there buddy? I'm about done with you!" Mike just said "Mmmmmmhmmmmm," eyes half closed. "OK bud get yourself ready to cum!" Mike kind of perked up at that, like he'd forgotten what his cock was even doing at this point. Still pinned against Craig, Mike started tensing up his pelvis and squeezing his butthole a bit. Heck, that was a new idea for him! Colton yelped, "FUCK what are you doing there man?? That feels crazy good like you're even tighter!" Mike started flexing his asshole open and closed around Colton's cock as he kept getting plowed. "God DAMN! God DAMN! GOD DAMN" Colton bucked, shoved forward hard and almost collapsed on top of Mike. Mike made a deep, deep groaning noise, like "GUHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" and sweat was rolling off of him and he was visibly shaking and quivering. Craig made a soft sighing noise around his almost-spent smoke and kept making a panting sound for a bit. Cum was dripping down the log where Craig had just shot, and out of Mike's ass even while Colton kept it plugged up, and Colton reached around and gathered up both Mike and Craig in a huge manhug and stood `em up even as cocks were still up asses. "FUCK, you guys are awesome," Mike said. "I had no idea I'd enjoy that and now I don't know how I lived without it! Craig, god DAMN son, we are so fucking glad we picked your ass up, I can't believe you withstood that abuse! Your uncle should be proud of you!" Uncle Bruce nodded. Yep, he was damn proud of his nephew! They broke it up, more beers and the half-empty bottle of Beam passed around, fresh smokes all around. Everyone was a bit drunk and a bit high. "How about some grub, fellas?" Bruce asked the crew. Nods and fuck-yeahs all around. "Then after dinner, heck, all the cigars I brought ain't gonna smoke themselves, so how about we get ready to enjoy `em all together?" Grins and more fuck-yeahs. Yep, this was gonna be a pretty damn great night!