My Journey - Sequel Five By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
Here is another small vignette of my life. I am writing these additions to the main story MY JOURNEY as they are brought to mind from conversations with my editor and friends. I hope you are getting something out of them, and I would really like to hear your opinions, comments, or simple a short statement encouraging me to continue writing them for your enjoyment and edification.
The Christopher Creek Camping Trip
My son John came bursting into the house and stood in his jock strap, his nylon shorts in hand, at the den doorway.
"Hey, Dad, got a minute?" I looked up from the accounting problem I was working on and looked at his trim athletic body, beads of sweat rolling down between his two impressively formed pectoral muscles, his dark quarter size areolas hosting hard nipples.
"Yes, come on in son, what's on your mind?" I watch him gracefully flow into the room and set his bare buns on one of my leather-covered chairs. He immediately hoisted one leg up over the arm, giving me a full view of the straining mesh of his jock strap.
"Well, Chris' Dad rented a cabin up at Christopher Creek and he's been called away on a business trip. Chris says he has offered it to us guys, if we find a chaperone to go with us, and we were thinking..." His head was lowered and he was looking up at me with those big brown eyes of his and a pout on his mouth. He paused, and I waited. I knew what he wanted, and I was going to make him ask.
The silence got embarrassing. He looked up at me, smiled and said, "We'd like you to go with us if you can make time. Please say yes, we can really have a good time. The weather on the rim is going to be nice this weekend. Chris has got everything organized, you don't have to do anything but go with us and hang around. You know you like the pines, it will give you a break and away from the phone and Mom, please, please, say yes!"
I smiled inwardly. Yeah, it would be nice and I was at a point that I could get away for the weekend, and with Chris and John it would be fun trekking around in the forest. A thought hit me, "You said WE, just who are WE, you and Chris or are there others?"
"Oh, Dad, it just Corey, Chris, and me, plus you of course. Just the four of us. You won't have to sleep on the ground or in a truck bed, I promise. Chris said the cabin had real beds and mattresses, even a full kitchen, and we'll do all the cooking and clean-up. Come on, you know how nice the rim is during the late summer. P-l-e-a-s-e!" He was down on his knees begging. What's a father to do?
"Okay, look, let me check my work schedule. If I can spare the time, I'll say yes, but give me a bit to clear things up and check with your mother." He bounced up from the floor, leaned over the desk, his jock swiping the desk top, tousled my hair, and told me, "Thanks, Pops. I'll check with you after my shower."
I watched his firm bare ass cheeks move up and down as he turned and went out of the den. His shoulders had broadened and his latissimus dorsi tapered down to a slim 32-inch waist. His military haircut accented his strong neck muscles, and fully formed skull. Wrestling and all his athletic endeavors were really making him one nice fuckable stud.
I heard a screech, followed by a shouted comment in the hall, "John! Put some clothes on!" A few seconds later my wife appeared at the doorway.
"What did he want? I've told him and told him, not to walk naked around the house. What he wears or not wears in his room is up to him, but I will not have him parading around the house stark naked! Larry, you need to talk to that boy!" She leaned against the door jam and waited for my reply.
"Honey, the last I saw of him he had on a jock strap. I'll speak to him about it. And, to answer your first question, he asked me to take him out of your hair for the weekend. Chris' dad has been called out of town on business, so their rented cabin up in Christopher Creek is up for grabs. Allen said the boys could use it for the weekend, IF they had an adult chaperone with them."
"Oh, and he want you to be the chaperone?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Her arms now crossed her ample breasts and was glaring down at me.
"Yeah, something like that. Am I free to go? You and Amanda can have us both out of the way for the whole weekend. Please, honey, pretty please!" I was smiling and chuckling as she broke out in her own laughter.
"Yeah, I guess you men should get away. It will be restful for you and you know how you enjoy walking under the pines and fir, kicking up rocks. Just be careful, you hear? I need you back here Sunday evening." She turned, walked out the door, and in a loud voice to John, "I mean it young man, the next time I catch you naked you're going to get hit with the wooden spoon right on one of your ass cheeks."
I heard John reply with a "Oh, yeah, I can see that!" followed by a lot of squeals, giggles and laughter and of course a lot of running and a slammed door. I heard John's shower come on and my wife mumbling to herself as she went back to the family room.
An hour later, John was at my doorway. He wore a fresh t-shirt, clean skintight jeans, and flip-flops on his well-formed feet. "Well, did you have a chance to clear your calendar?" I could smell his cologne as it wafted into the den. Stetson for men. A nice fresh masculine smell.
"Yes, your mother has agreed to us getting out of her hair for the weekend. I can break away and baby sit you three boys." I smiled at him. He smiled smugly back at me.
"Nice, really nice. I'll tell the guys it's a go for this weekend. Thanks Pops, catch you later!" and he was gone, just a slight hint of his cologne remained.
It was a good hour and a half drive up north to the town of Christopher Creek. Just a little town composed of a tavern, tourist shops and the forestry ranger station. I pulled the truck and stopped at the ranger station to check fire postings and let he ranger know approximately where we intended to camp and the cabin number. He made a note in his logbook and wished us a nice weekend. He cautioned us not to make any outdoor fires, but since we had the cabin it would be no problem.
Chris, Corey, and John returned from the tavern with a bag of goodies, extra soda and several bags of potato chips. I made the usual fatherly comment about boys having bottomless pits for stomachs, and the boys hooted back that they were growing and needed extra food to keep their growing bodies in shape.
We drove a ways down the highway, found the road marker and Chris hopped out to open the gate. I carefully drove the truck onto the forestry road. These roads crisscrossed the forest to provide access to the forest for vehicles and acted as firebreak points. Chris got back into the truck and we slowly drove into the forest primeval to the cabin.
The cabin set in a small clearing. It was built of commercial trimmed logs and most likely was one of those cabin packages that you could purchase and have erected on site. Chris jumped out of the truck and reached in his jeans for the key. He opened the door and stood to welcome us to his folk's cabin-in-the-woods. John and Corey brought in the supplies, knapsacks, and bedrolls. Chris and I went round opening up windows and checking things out.
Chris turned and asked, "Mr. L, you going to sleep with me or with your son John? We have two rooms and two beds." He stood there grinning, with his cute pink tongue just sticking provocatively between his lips. He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. What a specimen for an artist to sketch.
I stuttered, a bit stunned at seeing his beautiful chest and big arms. "I guess, I mean, well, I thought I was sleeping with John!"
"Nah, you got Corey, cause John's sleeping with me tonight! It's part of the bargain we made before coming up here. Maybe we can trade tomorrow night. We have some wrestling moves to talk about." Was he purposely provoking a response or was he teasing.
"Okay, if that is what you guys want to do, it's alright with me. All I need is a place to lay my tired head and aching body at night. Corey is a good bed buddy. He doesn't snore or roll in his sleep. We'll take the other room." I turned and left the room Chris had chosen and went to get my bedroll and knapsack. "Come on Corey, grab your crap, you're sleeping with me tonight!"
With that settled and everything brought in from the truck, the boys, (yeah, boys even though they were 18 and seniors in high school, they were still boys to me) decided to do some exploring around the cabin. Chris had told them about the creek and swimming hole fed by a local spring. It was back in the woods a ways from the cabin. So we all set out for that place with Chris, naturally in the lead and me bringing up the rear. In that position, I got a great look at the three studs backsides, could watch them frolic and just be themselves.
As it was quite warm, the boys soon had their t-shirts tucked into the rear of their shorts. Chris was threatening to shuck his shorts as he said, his balls were sweating. That started the banter of small talk, challenges and dares. The trail was heading downward and I thought I heard the sound of running water. The lads had come to a dead stop up ahead. They were standing closely together with their arms over each other's shoulders and looking downward. I came up and we were on the edge of a short rock ledge. In front of us was this pristine small clear pool of water.
Chris dropped down and started to untie his hiking boots, pulled off his thick socks, stood and slid his shorts down and stood starkers in front of us. He turned and said, "This is were we separate the men from the boys!" He ran forward, leaped into the air and came down with a mighty splash into the middle of the pool. He was sputtering and leaping and headed for the shoreline of the pool. I noticed his teeth were chattering and his scrotum was pulled up tight to his body and his lips were a shade of blue. He started laughing and slapping his body to get the circulation going.
Grinning and jumping around, Chris challenged the other two boys to jump into the pool. They picked up the challenge and I was soon seeing three gorgeously naked men dashing for the pool. They were splashing and laughing and complaining all at the same time. They looked up and asked me what I was doing, being a pervert watching them play. I slipped out of my boots and clothes and was soon running for the pool stark naked, my ball sack bouncing off my thighs and leaping into the air, and coming down into the water.
My first shock was that the water wasn't all that cold. My ass bounced off the bottom of the sandy pool bottom and I was soon standing hip deep in the middle of the pool with the three boys laughing and shouting, "Gotcha!" It was all put on for my benefit. It was a joke on me.
Chris then told us to follow him down the stream. He had something more to show us. It was real neat. I brought up the rear, stepping from rock to rock and watching the boys bare asses flex and move in front of me. We stood at the top of a waterfall. Chris showed us how to make our way down to the large pool of water below. He told us it was deep and we could swim the length of the pool.
We were all in the pool, when we heard some laughter and two hikers broke out of the nearby forest. They greeted us and proceeded to undress in front of us. They soon were in the pool with us and making friends. I slipped to the side, climbed up on a sunny rock and watched the boys get familiar with each other. Chris, of course, took charge and organized the games. The two newcomers joined right in. I was soon watching five beautifully built young men enjoy a day outdoors. The grab ass soon started, the exclamations of wonder at Chris' large cock, and the comments of "Want a feel? It'll cost yah!" The bare ass wrestling on the rocks and sandy edge of the pool soon followed. The dominance was soon determined. I opened my eyes and saw five young men, all beautifully proportioned and with their cocks fully extended before them.
One of the newcomers looked over to the rock where I was dozing and I heard him ask, "What about the old fart on the rock, will he be trouble?"
"Who you calling an old fart?" came out of John's mouth. "That's my old man and he is one of us! He enjoys fucking around as much as we do."
"Hey, sorry man, I didn't know. Maybe we should go, Greg. I've had enough for today." The two new boys started back to where they had dropped their clothes. They climbed onto some sun-warmed rocks and watched my three boys return to dunking and pushing and chasing in the cool waters of the stream. I watched through slitted eyelids as their hands slid together and they were soon turning toward each other. They started locking lips and grasping each others finely built and very desirable body. I watched them slowly make loving caresses and fondle their partner's cock and balls. They caressed each other and were soon locked in that sexual lust that takes over.
As the brawnier of the two, Gregg, became the dominant lover. I noticed that the noise level in the pool had shut down. Gregg raised his buddy's legs and put his face in the boys ass cleft. My cock got hard real fast. He started to rim his friend, licking deep in the ass cleft. He clearly enjoyed what he was doing and his partner was groaning his pleasure for all to hear. We soon heard him urging Gregg to fuck him, stick his pecker up his ass, make him a real man.
I watched, and I am sure my three young studs were watching, as Gregg raised his buddy's legs up on his shoulders and thrust his hips and extended hard cock forward. The boy, Ryan, cried out in pleasure as Gregg slowly sunk his hard cock up his friend ass. He paused and waited as his cock was fully embedded. I heard a loud, "Oh, yeah! Fuck me!" and watched as Gregg started his hip action. The guy was smooth. I heard the rhythmic slap of his body against his friend. I was aware that I fisting my own cock to his rhythm and I was getting a lot of pleasure from it.
Ryan was really moaning and thrashing about under Gregg. Gregg had bent over between Ryan's legs and was seeking his lips to kiss and tongue. He raised up again and really beat out a fast tempo as Ryan screamed he was cumming. Gregg twisted and strained and thrust deep into Ryan as he joined in the orgasm. Gregg collapsed into Ryan's arms and it was strangely silent in the woods. Then I heard someone clapping, and soon all four of us were applauding Gregg and Ryan's lovemaking.
Chris came leaping up the rocks to where the two boys lay recovering from their climatic orgasm. He was patting Gregg on the back and rubbing his ass cheeks all the time he kept up a stream of dialog. Gregg pushed up off of Ryan's body and was grinning at Chris as he sat down next to Ryan. Ryan was giggling and snorting. Gregg reached out his hand and scrapped up some of the cum off Ryan's six-pack. He offered it up to Chris, who immediately licked it up with his tongue.
"Sweet man, thanks! You guys can really fuck up a storm, man, what smooth moves. Ryan did you really like it?" Chris was grinning and smiling and rubbing his hand on Ryan's hard stomach muscles. He looked down at Ryan and asked, "You think you could take something like mine up your used pussy?"
I was shocked and shouted out, "Chris, no!"
Chris grinned at me from the rock they were on. "Its okay Mr. L, he loves getting hot cock up his derriere, don't cha Ryan?" Chris was already rubbing his hand between Ryan's thighs, getting the boy excited once more. I watched as Chris lifted one of Ryan's legs and slid his hard nine inches toward Ryan's dripping pucker from behind. Gregg had started pinching and flicking Ryan's hard nipples. Chris pushed and entered Ryan from behind. Ryan groaned and knew what he was feeling as Chris huge tool spread and enlarged is ass ring.
John and Corey soon joined the lovers on the rock face. They stood fondling and pulling their cocks as they watched Chris fuck Ryan. Chris was pounding Ryan in the ass so hard that they were turning. Fascinated, I watched the rough fuck continue. Chris was grunting at each thrust, Ryan was moaning and gasping for air. Chris finally turned Ryan onto his stomach and proceeded to bring them both to climax. Ryan screaming his pleasure as Chris' cock pounded on his inner love button and hips slapped hard against his rounded butt. Chris was soon into the wrestlers crouch on top of Ryan. His body completely enfolding Ryan. John reached down to Chris' exposed ball sac and fondled them. Chris moaned, "Oh, fuck!" and spilt his milky seed deep inside Ryan's guts.
John and Cory, with Gregg, pounded on their swollen cocks and soon I witnessed men spurting their seed into the air and onto Chris' muscular back. The boys all collapsed onto the rock shelf, spent and exhausted from the sexual excess. I rested raised up on my elbows and watched the cum flow out my piss slit and down my swollen shaft and balls. My hand grasped my relaxed hardon and I rubbed in the slick creamy mixture, brought some to my lips and tasted it with my tongue...salty, yet sweet just as Chris had described Ryan's cum. We all seemed to doze on the warm rock slabs that surrounded the waterfalls, the sun shining down on our bare, naked bodies.
I roused, startled by a bird's raucous call. The shadows were lengthening across the pool. I rose from my rock and walked gingerly over to where the boys lay sprawled out. I pulled on some big toes to rouse them. The boys stirred, fondling their cocks and sat up and looked around. Chris let out a loud, "Shit, I got dried cum all over me!" He stood up and waddled his way down to the pool and plunged head first into the cool waters. He came up sputtering and rubbing his hands all over his chest and shoulders. One by one the boys stood up and made their way to the pool to clean the cum and sweat off their firm bodies.
They soon were out of the pool and paddling the water off their bodies with the flat of their hands. Gregg and Ryan shook hands, climbed up to their clothes, dressed and walked off into the forest shouting out "goodbye."
I walked down to the group of boys and said, "Chris, you seemed to know those two."
"Yeah, they live around here. I see them every time we come to the cabin. They showed me this place a long time ago." He started walking up to the falls and climbing. John and Corey followed. The boys waited for me to reach the top, and then we walked back up the stream to where we had left our clothing.
Finding the small pool we first splashed in, we climbed the ledge and found our clothes.
"We might as well not dress, cause we'll want to shower at the cabin." Chris bent down and collected his boots, socks, shorts, and t-shirt. We were all in agreement, so carefully we made our way back through the forest trail to the cabin. I had a nice view of three wide backed males, with rounded ass cheeks below their trim waistlines. I started to chub up as I was thinking how nice it would be to plant my nine inches between those firm, round ass cheeks.
Making the cabin in good time, we entered and headed for the bathroom, where we each took a shower in the small stall, dried and sat around the cabin naked. "Don't you guys want to put on some shorts?' I asked.
"Nah, too much work. We'd just have to take them off to climb into bed. Say whose turn is it to cook?" was Chris answer to my question. I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and volunteered to prepare dinner, and assigned each boy a task to help. It was nice, we were all talking amongst us as we pulled together a nice meal of hamburgers, hash browns, green salad, baked biscuits, hot coffee, and canned peaches for desert. Chris pulled out some pecan sandies cookies to have with the peaches.
The boys sat around naked, devoured the meal, helped clean up and Chris pulled out a deck of cards and we started playing rummy, then changed to black jack poker. A couple of us started yawning. I suggested we make it a night and turn in for the night. Corey agreed with me and we both entered our room and from each side of the bed climbed into our bedroll. It was just minutes until I felt Corey cuddle up against my back and slip his arm around me. I drifted off to sleep.
I was awakened to some thuds and squeaking from the room next to us. I heard, "Oh, yeah, do it, fill my ass with that big cock, drill me, oh yeah, shit it feels so good! Harder Chris, yeah do it again right there, oh shit you got it," and it ended in a squeal of pleasure followed by several of Chris' heavy grunts. I knew what was happening. Chris was pleasuring my son John, and from the sound of it, quite well.
Corey stirred and whispered into my ear, "we could give them a run for the money, my ass is willing and it's itching for your big bruiser." He was softly blowing on my ear, waiting for a reply.
"Not tonight, young man, and not with me! So roll over onto your side of the bed and I'll cuddle up and keep you warm." Corey moaned his disappointment and rolled away from me. I turned and rolled up behind him and grabbed his body and pulled him against me. I hugged him close and we were soon back softly snoring in deep sleep.
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