Camping with Josh Part 2
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By Dudley Jarvis-North
Josh has fallen asleep with his body sprawled over my legs. I gently shake him as the campfire is almost out. It is 9 p.m. and an evening chill has wafted in from the lake, even though it is August. Maine has its own rules about weather.
"It's time to go inside before the mosquitos do any more damage," I tell my sleepy lad.
Josh opens his eyes, nods, and into the cabin we go. I have a pocket flashlight that gets us to the door and the full moon is helpful.
I light several candles and soon the cabin is aglow. The one and only room is large and has a double bed, wood burning stove, a couch, an old soapstone sink, and an antique oak ice box. There are useful kitchen cabinets along a short wall and several windows.
When we arrived in the morning, Josh had spread his lanky body on the bed and told me he needed to sleep there, presumably with me as the sofa was too short.
I ask him to get some logs for the stove and he springs into action. He is wearing shorts that show off his long legs and a long-sleeved flannel shirt.
"Uncle Ted, thank you for bringing me to the cabin. I had a wonderful day and I especially wanted to thank you for ...
Before he can finish the thought, I interrupt. "No big deal, kid. I wanted to teach you how much fun camping can be."
Mike, Josh's dad, and I had frequently visited the cabin, and after he died, I became Josh's guardian. Mike had often said, "If anything happens to me, I want you to take care of my boy." But I never dreamed that my best friend and Navy Seal buddy would die so young.
Josh is now 19 and heading to his sophomore year at Northeastern University in Boston on a swimming scholarship.
The stove will heat up the place quickly, but Josh
isn't waiting. He removes his shirt and takes off his shorts as if he is in Florida. His 6-foot-tall body glows with luminescence and is hairless except for a dark blond, narrow treasure trail that rises from his white briefs.
I am tired. The 100-mile drive from Boston, readying the cabin, horsing around in the lake, the fishing trip for dinner, pan-frying the catch, drinking too many beers, and listening to Josh's naughty confessions have drained my 50-year-old body of its energy.
My introduction to sex with Josh began when he revealed his crush on his straight friend Anthony that had led to Josh sucking his dick in a tent and licking his hairy Italian butt. That in turn led to Josh confessing his love for hairy asses and licking mine. That is likely what he wanted to thank me for earlier when I stopped him, feeling a little guilty about what happened.
Josh awakens from his little nap refreshed and asks if he can have another beer. I can't say no.
We sit on the sofa and he stretches his legs. "I'm looking forward to sleeping with you tonight, Uncle Ted."
The kid seemingly has a built-in GPS that guides him to my anxiety location. I'm still feeling guilty about having sex with Mike's son, whom I'm supposed to be mentoring, not fucking. His dad and I had enjoyed sex here many times, but we were longtime friends and the same age. Josh is 31 years younger than I.
I deflect his eagerness about our future behavior in bed. "Josh, we both need a good night's sleep tonight, ya know. Big day tomorrow on the hiking trail."
Perhaps that will dampen his sexual fantasies, but I don't count on it.
I have to admire him, though. He is far more open about being gay than his dad or me. And unlike me, he's no prude. He gave amazing details about sex with his straight friend Anthony that I should have stopped, but instead got hard listening to them.
"Uncle Ted, I need to pee," he announces.
Even though there is an outhouse 20 yards away from the cabin, I tell Josh to open the back door and just piss into the night air.
I watch as he heads to the door and pulls his briefs down to his knees. He would have to wear my favorite underwear -- classic Y-front Jockeys. I stare at his succulent ass and notice his athletic grace.
His vigorous stream lands on the pine needles outside, which sop up his warm juice. It's a long piss and after the sound of splashing stops, Josh stays at the door for a bit too long. I surmise that he is taking extra time to shake the last drops off his uncircumcised dick, which I noticed has a long foreskin. When he finally turns around, his penis is tumescent.
"Uncle Ted, I saw you stare at my dick at the lake. Is it because I'm not circumcised like you and Dad?"
Jeez, he knows how to provoke his Uncle Ted.
Of course his dick fascinates me. It's big and pink and appears to have a generous head that stretches his foreskin to the limit. But I wish he wouldn't push my buttons.
"Josh, how do you know about your dad's dick and when did you check out mine?
"I saw Dad in the shower many times when I was a kid. I noticed his was different from mine. And I saw yours hanging down from your taint when I was rimming you. It reminds me of Anthony's -- thick with a big helmet."
I'm squirming again, not sure whether to thank him or change the subject.
The provocative questions I shouldn't be getting from a 19-year-old keep coming.
"I'm curious, Uncle Ted. "Have you played with many uncut guys? Anthony wanted to play with my dick because he wanted to know how my foreskin works. He was fixated on that, even though he's straight."
"Josh, I haven't thought about it really -- a total lie. I love the rare times I meet uncut guys in Boston, which has to be the cut capital of the US with its fairly small Latino population, yet crawling with WASP and Irish parents obsessed with the cleanliness of their sons' dicks.
Josh approaches me on the sofa and says, "I want to show you something."
His crotch is only inches from my face as he takes out his dick and pulls back his foreskin. Inside sits a white gooey blob. It takes me a few seconds to determine what it is before I burst out laughing.
Josh lets out a roar as well.
"We forgot to toast the marshmallows, so I thought I'd heat one up for you in my foreskin. Wanna taste it?" And he moves the spongy mass closer to my lips.
He lays his dick on my tongue and lets me lick the marshmallow. My tongue scrapes it into my mouth. I wonder if it has absorbed Josh's dick flavor.
It has turned from tumescent to rock hard.
"Suck my dick, Uncle Ted. I've been thinking about
your mouth all day."
I'm excited by Josh's bossy side, so I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around his hips and grip his ass cheeks. My fatigue has evaporated.
In this deep, why not go for broke and show him what a real blowjob feels like? Josh gets loud and verbal, barking orders about massaging his skin with my lips, using my throat muscles to please him, telling me that he's going to make me gag on his eight inches.
When precum begins to seep put, he pulls his dick out and holds it under my nose. "You want a sniff, don't you. Then beg for it," which I do.
It's back in my mouth. After I suck him for 10 minutes, he pushes me backwards and pulls my T-shirt off. He unbuckles my belt and with my legs in the air and rips off my pants. I am just in my red boxer-briefs.
"That's better," he says, as I wonder how much sex this kid has actually had. He's an awfully good top for someone with scant experience.
Josh leans back on the rug and pulls my head onto his crotch. He cups my body with his knees as I fight to keep my balance.
"Do you like my penis?" he asks. I nod a yes. "Then smell it again, and he rolls the skin back and puts it back under my nose. "Anthony says my scent is strong. What do you think?"
Anthony is right. Josh's foreskin smells ripe, a combination of heady flavors, including salt, sweat, pee and precum.
Josh pushes his dick back into my mouth and grabs me by the ears. "Has anyone ever told you that you have cocksucker ears?" he taunts. "Well, now you know."
As Josh begins pounding my throat, I realize that his dick is the perfect length for me. One inch longer and I would gag. It's a mouthful I can handle.
He rolls me on my side and straddles my face. "I'm going to give you what you want now. I'm going to fuck your face rough, Uncle Ted, and if you work hard enough, you'll get a tasty mouthful."
He settles into a rhythm, fucking my mouth with even strides, hitting my tonsils and pulling back.
"I bet my Dad loved how you sucked his cock," he declares. Were you his cocksucker or the other way around?"
That's a disrespectful thing for Mike's son to say to his guardian, but I'm too turned on to care. He has more to say.
"When I shoot off, I want to know if my cum tastes like my dad's or is sweeter. I'm sure you remember my dad's."
Josh is getting close. I can feel his balls tighten and he fills my mouth so quickly that I forget to evaluate the taste of his cum.
"Well, Uncle Ted, what do you say? Do I taste just like my dad or is it different?"
I smile at him. "I don't know yet, Josh. I think I need another load to say for sure."
(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)