Camping with Josh Part 1
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By Dudley Jarvis-North
It is hot and humid in Boston -- it is August -- and my thoughts turn to my cabin in Maine on a lake deep in the woods away from city noises and humanity. Maine is God's country, with its pine trees, long coastline, numerous trails, birds and bears, copious brush, and a thousand lakes and waterways.
I was a Navy Seal, now retired and ready for some hiking, fishing, and reflection.
A thought jumps into my head. I wonder if my young ward would like to join me this year. Josh is heading back to college in September; this might be the perfect time to show him the joys of camping. His father Mike and fellow Navy Seal had been my best friend. After he died of cancer, I became Josh's surrogate dad, providing a male presence in his life. He calls me Uncle Ted.
Josh, now 19, has grown into a handsome young man, 6-1, 170 pounds of lanky American boy -- sandy blond hair cut short, pale blue eyes, broad shoulders, slim hips, washboard stomach with just enough of a treasure trail to top it off. Josh was captain of his high school swim team and reminds me of Michael Phelps, with his attractively goofy face and easy smile. He also reminds me of his fair-skinned, tall and slender dad.
My body is different from theirs. I'm 5-9, 185 solid pounds and have olive skin, dark hair and Italian brown eyes.
I propose the trip and Josh is instantly excited. That Friday off we go -- with his mother's blessing -- into my Jeep, up 95, headed for the Pine Tree State.
Josh finds the radio station he favors, and there I feel it in my stomach, a palpable excitement from just being in his company. Or is he reminding me of his dad, with whom I had enjoyed many trips to Maine?
As Josh fumbles with the radio dial, I think I see him stare at my crotch, but I blow it off as my imagination.
Josh's dad had been a terrific husband and father, but he had this hidden side from everyone but me that craved sex with men, or perhaps just sex with me. We had been close since childhood, through high school and the Navy Seals years. Our journey to Brokeback Mountain came much later and started slowly -- like those two cowboys in the movie -- feeling each other out, afraid to make the first move, wondering if we might ruin a friendship by veering into taboo waters.
Eventually, one night at the cabin, we both had had too much to drink and we transcended our fears, doing everything two hot guys could do sexually. We tasted each other's dicks, fucked, and even explored watersports. Our adventures are forever in my memory, but this story is not about those. This is about Mike's son.
Josh and I arrive at the cabin, about 100 miles north of Boston, and there is work to do. The large room is musty and damp from its perch on the lake. I open the windows and as I turn around, Josh lies flopped on the double bed -- the only bed in the cabin, although there is a couch.
"Uncle Ted, is this where you and Dad slept?" Josh ejaculates.
I groan to myself. Jeezus, where did that come from? I guess Josh is observant and has put 2 and 2 together.
"Yeah, we were going to take turns sleeping on the sofa, but it's too short and very uncomfortable," I answer. Would that be enough to satisfy this precocious kid.
"I have to sleep in the bed, too," he says. "And I'm even taller than dad, so the couch is out for me."
The kid is brazen, but I knew I would have to deal with the sleeping arrangements sooner or later. I was hoping later.
I change the subject. "Hey, we gotta air out the sheets and blankets on the clothes line. Let's get moving."
We fill the oil lamps; we bring six-packs of beer and a few cans of soda down to the lake and immerse the mesh bags that hold them for later enjoyment. We put away the canned goods -- soups, beans, vegetables and a bag of marshmallows -- into the cabinet near the sink.
I show Josh the outhouse -- this is Maine -- and we gather some logs and pile them next to the woodburning stove inside. "It gets cold at night," I warn, "I hope you brought warm clothing."
While I have visions of his naked body, I am still obligated to be Uncle Ted and guard his well-being.
"That's enough of the chores, let's go for a swim," I say and toss a towel at him. We race down to the lake. Josh says he has forgotten his Speedos, but I tell him that I always swim in my underwear up here. I start to strip off my shirt and loosen my belt. He follows, shucking off his tight jeans. I avoid staring, but who could resist? He is beautiful in his smooth innocence as he peels down to his white Jockey shorts.
He swims rapidly and I, in red boxer briefs, watch as his wet sandy-blond-colored hair turns darker from lake water. I swim toward him and get him in a clinch. He is taller, but I am stronger. I pick him up and toss him into the clear water. As he flies through the air, I have a glancing look at the bulge in his wet briefs. His crotch looks enticingly full. Moments later, he throws me another curve. "Would you mind, Uncle Ted, if I swim naked? It's so much freer."
I nod an OK, not sure if it's a good idea because I am more turned on than I should be. But there it is in view -- would you believe it? Unlike his dad and me, the kid has a foreskin, a long one at that, as he looks away and gives me a chance to view it. How did that happen to a white boy in circumcision-crazy America? Perhaps Mike had sampled uncut men in his travels and decided that his son should keep his skin.
Josh and I are having a terrific time cavorting in the water, perhaps for different reasons. Josh is showing off his swimming skills while enjoying the beauty of nature and I am enjoying the beauty of Josh.
I see him slither through the water, go under, and the next thing I know he has grabbed my legs and I tumble backward into the lake with a loud splash. He is stronger than I thought. He mounts my back and I can feel his penis and balls press against me. We are playing like two kids, even though I am 50.
Time flies by and the sun won't last forever. We need to catch some fish for dinner. I grab the bucket of worms we purchased en route and push my rowboat into the water. We set for a deeper part of the lake. I teach Josh how to thread a worm onto a hook and wait patiently for a bite with his fishing rod still. The kid is a natural at that, too. He catches two good-sized lake trout, one bass, and a pickerel to my two small fish. It's embarrassing, but we both chuckle. I am happy to see him laugh. A tasty dinner is in our future.
I build a fire on a rock pile near the camp and after cleaning and cooking the catch, we settle in, enjoying trout and beans and beer. The scene reminds me of my times here with his dad.
We are in mosquito country, so I spray Josh's long legs, rubbing in the harsh liquid. We had changed into long-sleeved jerseys, but our naked legs are enticing meat for the pests that hang out near lakes. As we lie by the campfire, Josh stretches out on the blanket and asks if he can have one more beer. Against my better judgment I get one for myself as well.
Although I have known him to be fairly quiet, tonight he is carrying the conversation.
"Tell me, Uncle Ted, what did you and Dad do here at night? I don't remember much about him, but I remember he was excited about going on trips with you and was always in a good mood when he got home."
I come up with the expected. "We pretty much did what you and I are doing -- swimming, fishing, talking, cooking dinner. And hiking in the daytime."
"Did you guys fool around together, too?" he says, shocking me.
"Hmmm ... not sure what you mean, Josh, although I know exactly what he means.
"I need to tell you something, Uncle Ted." I know that you like men -- Mom told me a while back, and I have always wondered if my dad did, too. It's OK. I'm cool with guys who like guys."
"What brought this up, Josh? We've never talked about anything like this before."
"Uncle Ted, we've never talked about anything serious before, but I'm 19 now. I was hoping I could tell you about me on this trip, so here goes. I have a really close friend -- Anthony -- that I do everything with. Classes, the swim team; we do the gym; we study together; movies, TV, hiking. On one of our hiking trips, it just happened."
I'm not sure I'm prepared for this conversation, but I signed up for awkward teenage moments when I became Josh's guardian, so he needs to talk and I need to listen.
"I'm not sure what you're saying," Josh. I mean, are you trying to tell me that you had a gay experience? If that's what you're saying, that's fine."
"More than that, Uncle Ted. I'm saying that I'm gay. I had a crush on Anthony all through high school. One night on a camping trip, we were lying awake in sleeping bags we had zippered together. I wanted badly to touch him. It was now or never, so I moved my hand onto his crotch, afraid he'd rebuff me and get angry. He was hard and did nothing to stop me. I put my hand inside his briefs and he said, "Why don't you take them off?" I guess he was miles from angry. My hands were shaking, but I pulled them off. It was the most exciting moment of my life."
"Do you want to hear more, Uncle Ted?"
Of course I do. I couldn't let this story end there.
"I was astounded when Anthony raised himself up, climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I thought he would freak out when I touched him, but it turned out to be just the opposite.
"His lips tasted so good and I had never kissed another guy. I already knew I was gay, but had no idea if he was. Before I had a chance to speak, he tore off my Jockeys and touched my dick.
"In the shower at school I saw that you were uncircumcised," he said. "Mine is cut. I always wondered what it would feel like to touch your dick, but was afraid to ask." He pushed my foreskin up and down a few times, then took the whole thing in his mouth. That was another."
"What can I say, Josh? That was as easy as it gets. Lucky you"
"We did it only a few times, Josh said. "Anthony is basically straight. He has a girlfriend now. Perhaps he was just curious about uncut dicks. Anyway, I was in heat. I yanked off his underwear and sucked his fat one. He got really loud. Then I licked his hairy balls. Unlike me, he has tons of black hair around his dick moving up to his stomach and chest. I couldn't get enough of his dick and balls, and smelling his pubic hair. Even though I had never had sex with a guy, I had watched gay porn and read so many stories that I knew what to do."
I am silent, although my dick is straining against my undies.
"Don't you want to hear the next part?"
"Sure, go on," I say, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I turned Anthony onto his stomach, and scoped his butt. I knew he was hairy from seeing him in the locker room, but close up I could see that he was far hairier than I imagined. I couldn't help myself. I leaned down pulled his cheeks outward and ran my tongue along his butt from his balls all the way to his lower back, which had a circle of hair above his crack.
"Anthony's ass is perfect - big and meaty, olive-skin-colored and masculine. I couldn't not stick my tongue inside and taste him. Don't you agree?"
I am hard in my shorts, but worried that Josh will later regret sharing so much information. He has had several beers.
I continue the conversation. "You say Anthony is straight, yet he was OK with that?"
"More than OK. I was surprised at how totally he was into getting rimmed. He even raised his butt toward my face and grabbed my head and pushed it onto his crack. It was so hot, Uncle Ted; I almost came from just licking him.
"Ya know, I'm really into my opposite, love dark hair on a man. You can barely see my blond pubic hair and my butt doesn't have any at all. Dark is just more masculine."
Josh isn't going to stop shocking me. He throws another bomb.
"Uncle Ted, I was wondering, since you have black hair on your legs and are Italian like Anthony, do you have as much hair back there as he does?
My young charge knows just what to say to unnerve me. He has obviously had too many beers and I'm torn between enjoying this charged conversation and keeping an appropriate wall between us. The wall is about to come tumbling down.
"Uncle Ted, can I see your butt?" He asks so innocently that I can't help but laugh. "I promise I won't tell anyone. I was disappointed that you didn't get naked at the lake. You probably guessed that I'm an ass man."
I'm debating what to do in my head, but my crotch isn't debating anything.
"OK, but don't tell anyone" I say.
Before I can undo my belt, Josh is doing it for me. With my knees sitting on dead pine needles that have landed on the blanket, he works fast and before I can blink, he has my zipper down and is frantically pulling down my khaki shorts.
He pushes me onto my back. "Wow, Uncle Ted... so much hair is sticking out of your briefs at the top and legs -- that's so hot. I bet your butt is even hairier than Anthony's."
He turns me on my stomach with some force and kisses where the hair on my back veers into my boxer briefs, He tugs on my underwear. Soon I'm naked from the waist down. Josh runs his finger along my butt crack and admires the view.
Either because the beer has made me submissive or my desire has soared, I make no effort to stop him.
Josh's face gets so close to my butt I can feel his hot breath. He grabs my hips with both hands and his tongue finds its target.
"It tastes manly," Uncle Ted. "I hope you aren't too shocked at what I'm doing. Your ass is exactly what I imagined it would be. Fucking unbelievable."
I had never heard this polite kid swear before, but that seemed the least of his transgressions.
Do you like it, Uncle Ted?" Instead of answering, I reach around and push his head onto my hole.
His tongue swirls around the outer rim, then plunges inside. I hadn't showered since morning, but the swim in the lake has left me fairly clean.
Josh fucks my ass with his tongue. I have never been tongue-fucked so lovingly or so thoroughly. I relax into it and push my pelvis off the ground so he can get in deeper. He moves his mouth to the area below my hole toward my taint, then returns and licks my ring again.
Where did this kid learn to do all this, I ask myself. I guess he learned a lot from his time with Anthony. Or perhaps he inherited his dad's talents, if you catch my drift.
Just when I think it's over, I hear Josh spit in his hand, reach around and grab my 7 fat inches. He begins to jerk me off with expert use of his thumb and fingers in stimulating my helmet head.
I want it to last for hours, but in minutes, that urgent feeling informs me that I am ready to cum. Josh senses it, too; his hand speeds things up until I shoot cum onto the blanket. There is a lot. As I am still kneeling, Josh lowers himself in front of me and says, "Now I am going to clean your dick."
There is cum still clinging to the cap for him to taste. He's so adept at cleaning me up that my dick would have passed a Navy Seal inspection.
I wrap my arms around my young charge, which is about all I have the energy to do. We both savor the moment.
I try not to think about what might happen later that night in the cabin's only bed.
(to be continued)
Other stories I've posted on nifty:
Encounters:
The Bass Player,
The Pact (both Sept. 13,'17),
James (Jan. 26, '18),
At the Underwear Rack, 2 parts, April 23 `19
Aleksandr 2 parts (Aug. 20, '20
Shane the Barber
Michigan Mitch (Aug. 27 20220
Dennis My Menace (Feb. 5 2023)
Urination:
Drink It (2 parts, Sept. 24, '18)
Lesson at Rock River (Nov. 6, '18)
Adult Youth:
Aaron's Basement (Jan. 12, '18);
Authoritarian
Taken in the Woods (May 28, '18),
Forced Reenactment (Dec. 14 '19);
The Punishment that Wasn't (April 2, 2020)
Camping:
Camping with Josh, 4 parts (Sept. 24, '18);
High School
William the Great, 3 parts, Jan, 16, '19)
Incest
How Did My Bro Know? (March 20 '20).
Greek Reunion, 3 parts, (Aug. 20 '21)