Uncle Rusty 4/4 (m/b, b/b, m/m)
bill
(usual disclaimer. this fictional work involves boys)
BACKPACKING WITH UNCLE RUSTY (Part 4)
"Wow! That's some story!" I said. I was really horny by this time and
wondered how to ask Todd if we could play around. I turned on my side
to look at Todd and found that he was already staring at me. As I
thought of how to frame my question, he read my mind and said "Looks
like we both have boners, Billy. Wanna do some stuff?" A warm rush
went through my body, and without a word I reached over and ran my hand
over his smooth, hairless chest. He grinned and scooted over so that
our naked bodies nestled together and we held each other in a tender
embrace. Our cockheads touched, and I pressed my hips forward with an
urgency to be close to this boy I had just met. We kissed hungrily, our
tongues diving deep into each other's mouth, and our hands eagerly
explored each other's bodies. Todd was so different from Uncle Rusty -
his body so slender, small-boned, and smooth. His cock felt a lot like
my own, and I stroked and squeezed it lovingly.
"Let's suck each other" Todd said after an extended make-out session,
and he flipped his body so we lay on our sides in opposite directions.
I licked all around the head of his perfect erection and brought my lips
slowly down on his shaft, then pulling back to the top, and then sliding
down a little farther along his tasty boy-meat. I marveled at how good
his dick felt in my mouth. My tongue bathed Todd's teenage erection all
over as I experimented with taking him deep into my throat. Meanwhile,
Todd was busy working his experienced lips and tongue over my cock,
drawing forth surges of sexual pleasure with an intensity I had never
before felt.
We were just getting going really good when I heard a loud whistle
off in the distance, and then our names being called. "We better head
back" I said reluctantly. As we approached the campsite, we could see
the fire was blazing and all four sleeping bags were spread out in front
of it. Brian and Uncle Rusty were now also naked, and their hairy
muscular bodies glowed in the light of the fire. "We've got a proposal
for you boys," said Uncle Rusty, as he leaned down and pulled an iron
rod from the fire. It had a wooden handle at one end, and glowing
bright red at the other was the same Greek letter that decorated the
right biceps of both Rusty and Brian. Brian added "no one's gonna make
you do it, but it sure would show whether you were men or boys. We can't
do it on your arms; it has to be a hidden spot. So we decided your
right butt cheek was just the place." I was excited but unsure, and
looked at over at Todd. "I'll do it if you will" he said. So I told
the men "ok; we'll do it."
"Now, we want this to be a meaningful ceremony" said Uncle Rusty, "just
like it was when we got ours. This symbol represents the sexual power
of the ancient Spartan warrior. You need to get branded at the same
instant you cum while fucking a comrade. In Sparta, guys your age were
paired with guys our age to learn how to fight and how to fuck. Now
which of you young warriors is going to be first to be branded, and
which will be first to be fucked?" I hesitated longer than Todd did,
and he stepped forward, saying "me first; Billy, lie down on your
stomach and get ready for my cock." "Alright!" said Brian with pride.
"You get fuckin', Todd, and I'll lay the brand on you at just the right
moment."
I lay across the sleeping bags by the fire and spread my legs. Brian
handed Todd the bottle of lube, and with a couple of quick stokes of the
hand, his 5 ½ inch cock was standing straight up and ready for action.
He brought a lube-slick finger to the tight puckered flesh guarding my
love channel, and I relaxed the muscle to allow it to penetrate me. I
lifted my ass up a bit and reached back to spread my ass cheeks as Todd
pulled his finger out and began to rub the tip of his cock around the
entrance. Then he pushed forward and with a few thrusts of his hips,
his slender rod glided in, entering my boy-cunt with an ease that I
would never feel taking Uncle Rusty's thick pole. Todd gradually picked
up speed, gripping my shoulders with his hands as he stroked as deep
into my rectum as he could go. My hard dick slid across the nylon
sleeping bag surface each time Todd drove into me. I craned my neck
around and looked up to see Uncle Rusty and Brian standing above us,
each jacking slowly on his own large hard cock, watching their young
proteges go at it. Todd started groaning with pleasure and stuck his
tongue sloppily in my ear, to my delight.
I kept watching as Brian reached over to the fire and pulled out the
red glowing iron in his right hand. Then I felt Brian's other hand
reach down between my legs to cup Todd's ball sack, squeezing and
pulling with just enough pressure to give Todd's body the erotic charge
that sent him into crashing orgasm. At the very moment that the first
wad of cum shot from Todd's teenage dick into my ass, Brian pressed the
re-hot branding iron firmly onto the boy's right butt cheek. A sizzling
sound and the smell of meat on the barbeque grill mixed with the sound
of Todd's lustful grunt rising in volume and tone. After a moment's
hesitation, however, Todd resumed fucking as the last of his spunk
pulsed into my bowels. "Oh yeah!" he moaned as his body finally came to
rest across my back and he plopped his softening cock out of my hole.
Then he jumped up and said "God, what a mind-blower that was!" Brian
reached into his backpack and took out a can of antiseptic/anesthetic
spray and gave Todd's butt cheek a long shot of it. "Jesus! That
stings worse than when you did the brand!" said the boy.
"Now it's your turn, Billy" said Todd; "how do you want me to get?"
"Get on your back," I said, "and pull your legs up." Todd lay down on
the sleeping bags and lifted his legs back so far that his knees touched
his shoulders, pointing his pink asshole at me. The little rosebud of
muscle flexed open and closed, inviting the entry of my cock. I gazed
down at the design burned into the skin on Todd's right butt cheek and
asked if it hurt. "Hell no" he said; "that spray stuff numbed it right
up." Getting down on my knees, I lubed my straining boner and Todd's
hairless boy-pussy, and positioned my cockhead. For the first time in
my life, I was going to fuck someone, and I trembled with excitement. I
felt the delicious sensation as my slippery cock pushed slowly into
Todd's hot, tight love channel. I shuddered with pleasure as I slid in
to the hilt, and Todd purred "hmmmmm...that's real nice, Billy."
Pulling back slowly, I looked down on Todd's slender body. His soft
boyish dick flopped on top of a patch of dark-blond pubic hair, his eyes
were shut tight, and his delicate mouth was open in an "O" shape, as if
soundlessly calling out with erotic pleasure. As I started to pump my
rod into his quivering asshole, I brought my body down on top of his,
with my shoulders resting on the back of his pulled-back legs. I longed
to feel Todd's tongue against mine, and he eagerly accommodated. I kept
fucking faster and faster, overwhelmed by lust, slamming my cock into
Todd's willing hole. Then I felt Uncle Rusty's hand squeezing on my
balls and I knew I was going to shoot. Within seconds my body shook with
the spasms of orgasm. I moaned with pleasure, and then pleasure mixed
with pain, as the hot branding iron seared into my ass cheek. My mind
was swimming with the overload of physical sensation, and my hips
continued to thrust urgently as cum pulsed from my hard prick into
Todd's greedy boy-cunt. My mouth was still firmly fixed to Todd's, and
our tongues danced roughly against each other.
"God DAMN!" I finally shouted as I rose up off Todd and hopped around a
little from the stinging of my ass-burn. The first-aid spray quickly
eased my discomfort, however, and I wondered what was next. "How about
some dinner, men?" said Uncle Rusty as he almost magically produced
plates of hearty stew that had been keeping warm on the edge of the
campfire. We all sat naked around the warming fire, as Rusty and Brian
regaled us with tales of athletic and sexual glory. After dinner, Brian
brought out a flask of vodka, and we passed it around, each taking a
healthy slug when our turn came. I was quite inexperienced with alcohol
and was feeling tipsy after three hits had burned their way down my
throat.
"Well, Rusty; are we ready for some wrestling?" asked Brian in a
knowing tone. "I do believe we are," said Uncle Rusty, "but we're going
to do this the way the ancient Greeks liked to -- nude and oiled." He
reached into his backpack and removed a half-gallon jug of cooking oil
as Brian removed a large sheet of clear plastic tarp from his pack.
Spreading the tarp out on top of the sleeping bags created a 10' x 10'
wrestling mat right next to the warm, glowing fire. "Stand up men" said
Uncle Rusty in a hearty voice to Todd and me; "time to get oiled up."
He unscrewed the top and poured liberal amounts of the corn oil over
Todd's and my bodies. Brian and Uncle Rusty helped us spread the oil so
that it covered every inch of our torsos and upper legs. They paid
particular attention to our dicks and asses, and we both quickly sprang
boners. "Time to wrestle" said Brian in a loud, cheerful voice; "the
winner gets his asshole licked out by the loser."
I had done some wrestling in PE class at school, and had continued to
watch the high school varsity at home, even after Uncle Rusty
graduated. As Todd and I grabbed at each other's slippery bodies, I
felt that I had the upper hand in terms of knowledge, but we were evenly
matched in strength. I managed to get my arms around Todd's knees and
brought him to the mat, and we squirmed and rolled all around on the
tarp, which was now also slick with the oil. My hard cock kept sliding
against Todd's body, and my competitive energy merged with an
increasing amount of teenage lust. When I glanced up at Brian and
Uncle Rusty, I saw that they too had oiled their bodies. As they
watched me and Todd wrestle, the college men were groping each other's
massive erections and rubbing their oiled bodies together.
I managed to turn Todd over on his back (more from his inexperience at
wrestling than from my skill) and pinned his body down with my own, our
oiled hardons grinding against each other. Todd stopped struggling, and
we both relaxed the fighting tension in our bodies, settling into each
other's arms with me still on top, humping my straining hard prick
against his. "Good match, guys" said Uncle Rusty; "now it's time for
Brian and me to hit the mat." Todd and I stepped off the plastic tarp
and the two muscular, hairy college wrestlers crashed against each other
like bighorn mountain sheep colliding. Only their good-natured
challenges and boasts prevented the display of fiercely powerful
competition from looking like gladiators fighting to the death. Both
men were sporting erections -- Uncle Rusty's a thick 9 inches and Brian
not far behind with a more slender 8 inches -- proving that their
display of hyper-masculinity was as much sexual as athletic. Their
flexing muscles glowed orange as the flickering campfire light reflected
off the oil and sweat that covered them. In a move that I recognized
from his high school wrestling days, Uncle Rusty's hands grabbed Brian
by the wrist and armpit, pulled down and to the side, and he spun around
so that he was behind Brian's back. With an arm around Brian's upper
abdomen, Uncle Rusty reached down with the other hand and grabbed his
friend's cock. In another moment, he tripped the startled Brian off his
feet, the two huge young men went crashing to the mat with such force
that I could feel the ground shake under me.
The advantage clearly belonged to Uncle Rusty, and he pressed his
shoulder roughly into the middle of Brian's back, rising on his toes to
apply maximum pressure, and used both hands to pry Brian's left arm
behind his back. Inching the captured arm up the big man's back quickly
produced the expected result. "I give!" shouted Brian in pain, and
added "I see you learned a trick or two since the last time we
wrestled." Uncle Rusty replied "damn straight, buddy; you were lucky
that last time, but your ass is mine tonight. Now lift it up so I can
get my payback." And as Todd and I watched, Brian raised his ass in
submission. Uncle Rusty still held Brian in an arm-lock as he positioned
his rock-hard meat at his best friend's fuck hole. Looking over at us
boys, Uncle Rusty said "now that wasn't wrestling by-the-rules, but it's
a little game that Brian and I play. Sometime he wins, sometimes me;
and this is what the winner gets...." At that moment Uncle Rusty
plunged his oiled cock deep into Brian's upraised ass, pulled back and
thrust in again and again, fast and hard.
Watching these powerful young men as they rutted with animal lust, I
felt a vicarious thrill of victory and domination and suddenly
remembered I hadn't claimed the "prize" from my victory over Todd.
"Hey, you owe me a tongue-job, man" I said, as I lay down on my back on
the tarp next to the fuck-crazed college wrestlers and lifted my legs
back to expose the puckered pleasure spot. Todd obediently knelt down
between my legs and proceeded to worship my sensitive love-hole by
licking all around the rim and then pushing the tip of his tongue into
the opening. I thrashed around in sexual overload, flexing my boy-pussy
open to receive his probing tongue as deeply as it could reach. After a
few minutes of delirium, I grabbed handfuls of his flowing blond hair,
lowered my legs, and pulled his face up to my raging hardon. "Blow me,
Todd" I said in a demanding voice, and again he obeyed with an eagerness
to serve my sexual needs. Todd's mouth enveloped my dick, and his
tongue and lips played the smooth, hot skin like a musical instrument,
plunging down so my cockhead was squeezed by his throat, then pulling
back up to nibble at my piss-hole, then sliding his cute mouth down my
shaft again until his nose nuzzled my sparse bush of pubic hair. I
looked up at Uncle Rusty as he fucked away at Brian's upraised ass; our
eyes met and he gave me a wink and a smile.
Todd pressed two oil-slick fingers against my asshole and then snaked
them into my boy-cunt. Like Uncle Rusty had, Todd knew the right spot
to stimulate with his finger tips, and he simultaneously put his mouth
into blow-job overdrive. I thrust my hips up with desperate urgency and
felt the inevitable tide of orgasm begin to rush through my body.
Letting out a shout of pure lust, I felt the floodgates open as cum
pulsed deeply into Todd's slurping mouth and gulping throat. Seeing my
ecstasy sent Uncle Rusty over the edge too, and he roared out like a
wild animal, his voice echoing into the deep forest. He collapsed onto
Brian's back, only then releasing his friend from the immobilizing
arm-lock.
When Uncle Rusty rolled off of Brian's back, Brian sat up and rubbed
his sore left arm and said "you got me good, buddy; but now I'm so horny
I can't even see straight." Hearing these words, Todd released my
softening cock from his mouth and knelt at his mentor's side. "That's my
boy!" said the big wrestler, tousling the youngster's straw-colored
hair; "climb on board." And as Brian leaned back on his elbows, Todd
straddled the man's body, held Brian's hard cock up straight, and
lowered himself down until all 8 inches of oiled man-meat were buried in
Todd's hungry boy-pussy. I went over to where Uncle Rusty sat, and he
pulled me onto his lap, my back to his chest, so we could watch
together. Todd's slender legs flexed rhythmically, raising and lowering
his ass on Brian's long twitching rod. Brian reached up and grabbed the
boy's hard 5-inch dick and began to jack up and down in firm fast
strokes, bringing a gasp of pleasure from Todd. Uncle Rusty's hands
roamed over my lean body and his lips nuzzled my neck and ear as we
watched the erotic show being acted out in front of us.
Brian's hand flew rapidly along the shaft of Todd's boy-meat, and Todd
leaned back, steadying himself with his hands on Brian's raised knees.
Suddenly, shots of cum spurted from the teenager's pulsing dick, even as
he continued to ride the cock like a rodeo cowboy. When the last drops
of cum had been squeezed out by Brian's stroking hand, Todd fell forward
onto the man's chest, their lips came together, and their tongues
greedily probed each other's mouth. Grabbing Todd's tight, rounded ass
cheeks with his powerful hands, Brian began to hump his own hips up to
meet the boy's downward strokes. Both of them were consumed with
passion, and I watched as a massive climax shook Brian's body. Todd
bent his head back, feeling the pulsing cock fill his ass with hot cum.
I rotated myself on Uncle Rusty's lap so that I was facing him with my
legs around his waist. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whispered in
his ear "I love you, Uncle Rusty." He hugged me tightly and we kissed.
All four of us watched the fire burn down to glowing embers. Finally,
we reluctantly rose up, grabbed our sleeping bags, and retreated to the
two tents for the night. I nestled in the comfort of Uncle Rusty's
powerful arms as I quickly drifted off into contented slumber.
(the end)
DOUGLASCR
Excellent STORY!!!!!!!!! Keep up the good work and please continue to
post more stroies.
Like I said What a Story!!!!!!!
Joeyt1983
yes fine story post more