Date: Thu, 05 May 2011 21:36:05 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: THE MAN IN CHARGE GOES CAMPING
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THE MAN IN CHARGE GOES CAMPING
by TY SHANNON
I back-paddled a little to slow the canoe's progress as Walt
steered us into the beach at our campsite. When the prow slid
lightly onto the sand I stowed my paddle and stepped out, and then
pulled the canoe farther up on shore. Then I steadied the craft so
he could climb out.
I stood up and stretched my sore muscles. Four days ago I
didn't know the first thing about a canoe, but Walt was a good
teacher. He always piloted from the stern while I provided the
muscle power in the front. But I was using muscles that I
normally don't use, and I could feel it.
I am about five feet ten with a gymnast's build, and I keep
myself in pretty good shape because I like the look. But right now
my butt was a little sore from sunburn, since I had been essentially
naked since we got here. Whenever we went out in the canoe Walt let
me wear this little breechcloth, just in case we ran into someone
else. But it was just a small strip of buckskin attached to a
leather cord around my waist, and it barely covered my crotch. In
camp I had to remove it and go naked, since he liked to see me that
way. And he was always in charge, so I did what he told me.
I gazed out across the lake for a few minutes, just enjoying
the scenery. The lake was almost a half-mile wide here, and since
it was late September there was almost no one else around -- we had
only seen one other boat since we arrived 4 days ago, and that was way
out in the lake. I had no idea where we were, and couldn't even
pronounce the name of this lake; but it was sunny and almost 70
degrees out, so it was incredibly beautiful. The mountains looked
blue in the distance, and some of the trees were just starting to
turn their colors.
But then Walt's hand was on my ass, and he spoke, "Come on,
boy, we have to get the wood unloaded."
I automatically responded, "Yes, sir." We had been out
collecting firewood and had several thick branches in the bottom of
the canoe, that we had found along the shore. We carried them up and
piled them near the fireplace, but I knew that it was my job to have
them sawed up and split before supper this evening.
When the wood was all unloaded, I removed the breechcloth and
hung it on one of the tent poles, where it would be handy if anyone
should come by. Then Walt came up to me and took me in his arms,
and we kissed -- long and slow, with his tongue probing into my
mouth. My cock began to respond and he reached down and caressed
it, and massaged my balls, so that my prick quickly stood up to its
full 8 inches.
He stood back. "Assume the position, boy."
I didn't reply; I just spread my legs and put my hands behind my
head, and then tightened the muscles in my arms and stomach the way
he liked. His hand came out and ran lightly down my chest and
stomach, and then moved around to caress my ass cheeks.
"That's a great body, Dave," he said.
"Thank you, sir." I knew he liked it, but it was always good
to hear him say so. And I could see by the bulge in his shorts
that it was turning him on.
That probably meant we would have sex soon. I had been seeing
him for several months, but this was the first time we had been able
to spend more than one day together. And we have gotten it on 2-3
times a day ever since we got here. Sometimes it was pretty kinky,
but he was in charge and it was always fantastic.
"Put some water on to heat, boy."
"Yes, sir." I took a small pot down to the lake and filled it
with water, and then set it on the fireplace. I had to stir the
fire and add some wood, but that didn't take long.
There was a large picnic table near the fireplace, so we sat
down and watched the fire while we waited. His hand went to my
thigh and massaged easily back and forth, which kept my dick pretty
hard. I couldn't help wondering what the water was for, but I
was sure I would find out when the time was right.
We talked idly for several minutes, and then he went over and
stuck his finger into the water, testing the temperature. He turned
and said, "Clean off the table, boy."
"Yes, sir." There were just a few pans and some food on top of
the table, so I put the stuff on one of the benches of the table.
Yesterday when we cleared it off he fucked me on top of it -- but
knowing him I expected something different today.
"Lay down on the table, boy, on your back."
I did as he ordered, and he crawled into the tent and got
something from his pack. I lay back and gazed up at the sky,
waiting for him. Shortly he spoke again, "Slide down here towards
the end, and put your feet over the sides."
I obeyed. The table was pretty wide, so it was a little
uncomfortable with my legs spread that far apart, but he was in
charge.
I lifted my head and saw him place the pot of water on the
table between my legs. Then he took a cloth and got it wet, and
began soaking up the hair around my hard prick.
I was really puzzled, so I asked, "Sir, what are you doin'?"
"Just gonna clean this up."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I'm gonna shave that hair off -- I want to see you really
naked."
I sat up. "Please, sir, don't do that."
His hand pressed quickly against my chest and pushed me back
down onto the table. "Quiet, boy! When you're with me, your body
belongs to me. Right??"
"Yes, sir." What could I say? That was the basic rule of this
submission game I played with him. And I knew it wouldn't do any
good to argue with him. In all the times we had been together, only
twice had I really objected to his orders -- and both those times I
got my ass paddled for it. That made me think a lot about this
relationship, but whatever it was inside of me that craved being
under complete control of an older man, wouldn't let me give him up.
When my crotch was soaked, he spread some shaving cream all
around my cock and balls. Then he took a safety razor and began
shaving the hair. He held my hard dick out of the way with one hand
and worked outwards away from the base -- up my stomach and out
towards my thighs. Soon there was shaving cream all over my prick
and it felt really sexy as he worked it around.
I had to tell him, "That feels pretty hot, sir."
He smiled up at me, "I know, boy."
Then he began stretching my ball sack, first one side and then
the other, so he could shave them clean, too. Finally he had me
lift my legs so he could shave down around my asshole. If there had
been any hair on my ass, he would probably have shaved that too.
But my cock stayed hard as a rock through the whole business.
When he was done, he rinsed me off good and then wiped the skin
off with a towel. I sat up and looked down at my crotch -- it
really looked strange with no hair, and I could now see the way my
rigid prick grew out from my abdomen.
But he pushed me back down again. "Hold still, boy. Let me
show you what you've got here now." He moved down and let his tongue
begin licking around my cock -- across my tight abdomen and then
down to my balls. I had to moan in my throat. With no hair in the
way, I could feel the rough texture of his tongue as it wiped across
my balls -- really hot and wet.
He looked up and smiled, "You like that, boy?"
"OOOhh, yes, sir. It feels a lot hotter."
"I know. That was the whole idea."
He grasped both balls lightly in his hand and worked them
around gently -- and again it was much more sensual and exciting
without the hair in the way.
But then he groaned and pushed his mouth quickly down onto my
hot dick. He began sucking it with long, deep strokes, and every
time he hit bottom I could feel the head of my cock push against his
throat -- and I could feel his moustache brush against my freshly
shaved skin.
He kept at me, and I began to breathe harder and thrust up into
his mouth, as much as I could. It went on and on, and I could feel
the heat building in my guts. But just when I was starting to get
there, he pulled off!!
I couldn't help it. "OOOOHH, please, sir! Don't stop!"
He just chuckled and slapped my stiff meat lightly with his
hand. "Not yet, boy. But soon." He stepped back and went on,
"Get up, boy. We're goin' for a walk."
I stood up and stretched my legs while he went into the tent.
He brought out a small pack with some things in it, and then took a
long cord and tied it around the base of my cock and balls, but not
too tight. Then he slung the pack over his shoulder and we took off
into the woods, him leading me by the cord tied to my balls. My hard
prick was bouncing in the air, and I wondered what would happen next.
He was wearing cutoff jeans and a muscle shirt, with mocassins
on his feet, while I was completely naked. I tried to be careful
where I stepped, to avoid rocks on the ground and brush whipping
against my flesh, and that occasionally caused the cord to tug at my
balls -- but he didn't slow down and I didn't say anything, and my
cock stayed nice and hard.
It was only about ten minutes before we came to a small
clearing in the woods. The lake was no onger in sight. He dropped
the pack onto the ground and led me over to an oak tree with a sturdy
branch just above my head. He turned me to face him and said, "Reach
up and grab that branch, boy." I had to stretch to reach it, but I
obeyed. He went on, "Now do twenty chin-ups. I want to see some
sweat on those beautiful muscles."
I grasped the branch tightly and began. I knew I could do a
lot more if I had to, so it wasn't bad. When I finished I was
breathing heavily, but that was all. I dropped my hands to rest a
moment, but he said, "Hold onto that branch, boy! I didn't say you
could drop your hands."
"I'm sorry, sir." And I re-grasped the branch.
"Now spread your legs." I carefully worked my feet apart, and
the branch was just high enough that it really tightened the
muscles in my arms and torso.
He stood there and looked at me. Some sun filtered down
through the trees and glistened on my sweaty flesh. He smiled,
"That's great, boy. You're really stretched out." I didn't say
anything. He went on, "Last summer I searched for quite a while
for a tree with that branch at just the right height." I just
waited for whatever would come next.
He pulled his polaroid camera from the pack and took several
pictures of my tight body, including a couple close-ups of my shaven
crotch. I really didn't like anyone taking photos of me naked, but
he had done it once before so I didn't complain.
Then he put the camera back and removed his clothes. I looked
at his naked body and my cock surged. He was several inches taller
than me, and in spite of a little softness in his belly he was in good
shape. There was a patch of hair between his small nipples which
trailed down across his stomach to the thick, dark bush around his prick.
I could see his tool lengthen as he approached me, and he stroked it a
few times until it reached its full 9 inches.
He moved up so he was right in front of me. I felt his big
cock push my balls aside as it slid between my spread legs, and then
my prick was pressed against his stomach. His face was right in
front of mine when he said, "Don't let go of that branch, boy."
"No, sir." I gripped it tighter as his arms went around me,
and then he pulled me against his chest and kissed me. His arms
squeezed me to him, and my hard meat was clamped between our bodies.
But at the same time his embrace lifted my feet completely off the
ground, and my arms strained against his attack.
His kiss started easily, but then his tongue began probing my
mouth, exploring my teeth and gums. Then he groaned and got
rougher, and his mouth mashed my lips against my teeth. But my dick
throbbed against his flesh -- my body belonged to him and he was
using it -- and I loved it!
Then his hands slid down and gripped my ass cheeks; and he
pulled me even tighter against him, so my cock and balls were
crushed between our bodies. His fingers pulled and tugged and
squeezed the tender globes of my ass, and one finger probed at my
puckered hole. He had me so tight I almost couldn't breath, and I
clung to the branch for fear that if I let go we would both collapse
to the ground.
But finally he slacked off and my feet came back to rest on the
earth. He stepped back a little and closed his hand around my
dick, and began to caress it and play with it. He looked up at me
and spoke, "That's a fantastic body, Dave, and I get carried away
once in a while with having it completely under my control."
"I know, sir," I replied. "But that's okay, because I love it,
too."
His one hand continued to stroke my rigid prick while the
other one roamed over my body -- caressing my ass, across my
stomach, tugging at my nipples. He slid two fingers into my mouth,
and I sucked on them as if it was his dick.
Eventually he moved away and opened the pack. When he turned
around he held a dildo and a jar of vaseline, and he moved behind
me. His voice was low and hoarse, "Spread those legs, boy."
I didn't say anything; I just re-grasped the tree branch and
managed to inch my feet a little farther apart. Then his slick
finger probed at my asshole and quickly slid into me. He stroked it
several times and then worked it around good, to get me loosened up.
But then it left and I waited while he greased up the dildo. Soon I
felt the cool plastic pushing against my sphincter. The tip slipped
in but it was pretty big, and I groaned and tried to edge away
from it. But that just increased the pressure on my arms.
"Easy, boy." he said. "Just relax. You can take it."
I knew I could, but it just took getting used to. With one
hand he held my stomach so I couldn't pull away, and the other
shoved harder on the tool, and I felt it sliding into my rectum --
farther -- and farther. He stroked it in and out a few times, and
then shoved again -- and I felt the base pressed against my skin and
knew it was in as far as it would go. And I squirmed my buttocks
around, adjusting to the feel of it inside me.
Then he stepped around in front of me and wiped the grease from
his hand on my stomach. "That's good, boy. You're learning to take
it."
"Yes, sir, I know." It was only a couple months ago that he
fucked my virgin asshole -- but it had gotten quite a bit of use
since then.
The cord was still circling the base of my cock and balls,
and he took the long end and wrapped it around and around some
more, and I could feel pressure in my dick from the decreased
circulation. "Don't worry, boy, that's not too tight. And when you
come it will just intensify the sensations." I trusted him to know
what he was doing.
He reached behind me and flicked a switch on the dildo, and it
began to vibrate inside me. "HHHHHMMMMMMM!!" I groaned and
squirmed my hips, responding to the sensations in my guts.
Then he began teasing me with his lips. He kissed my eyes, my
cheeks, my ears, my neck, and then around and licked under one
exposed armpit. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. His mouth
moved to my left nipple, and he kissed it, and licked it, and then
gripped it in his teeth and bit it gently. I reacted, "OOOHHH,
yeah!" I felt heat flash down through my body right to my hot cock.
His hand gripped my man-meat and stroked it slowly as his mouth
worked on my other nipple. He knew my tits were very sensitive
and he loved to torment them. I pushed my hips into his fist, as
much as I could without losing my grip on the branch, and felt my
whole torso straining. I wanted to come!
But then his hand left, and he dropped to his knees in front of
me. He gripped my right thigh with both hands and his lips found
the tender flesh there just below my cock. He kissed it briefly and
then began to suck the skin -- for at least two or three minutes.
Then he moved back and spoke, "There, boy. A little hickey to
remember me by." I couldn't see it, but I was sure it was bright
red and would be black and blue there for several days.
He arose and moved behind me, and began fucking my ass with the
dildo. With his other hand he slapped my ass a few times, "SLAP! ..
SLAP! .. SLAP!" My torso bounced at every stroke, but it just
generated more heat in my loins.
Several more deep thrusts with the dildo and then he pulled it
out. "OOOOhhhhh!" My guts felt empty. But then he greased up his
hard cock and positioned it at my hole. He grasped my hips so I
couldn't move and said, "Don't let go of that branch, boy."
"No. sir." I held on tightly because I knew what was coming
next.
He shoved easily and I felt the head of his big dick pop into
my asshole. He pushed it in a little farther and stroked it a
couple times -- and then drove it deep inside me with one powerful
lunge. I gasped as the air was driven from my lungs, and I felt
his pubic hair crushed against my ass cheeks.
He whispered in my ear, "You know how I like it, boy. Right?"
I swallowed quickly. "Yes, sir. Hard and fast."
"Damn right!" So he pulled his hips back and slammed into my
ass -- again and again. Since he was taller than me he was
thrusting upwards, and it lifted my feet right off the ground. I
held onto the branch for dear life while my ass bounced up and down
on his huge cock.
He growled, "Don't let go, boy." And he fucked me. And he
fucked me. On and on.
I gasped for air, and my hard prick flopped up and down,
slapping against my stomach. Each thrust seemed to drive more heat
right into my balls. Sweat was running down from my armpits -- but
I loved it! I belonged to him, and he was using my body!
After a bit I felt his prick surging and getting hotter, so I
knew he was close. But then suddenly he stopped! I just hung
there, my feet still off the ground and my ass impaled on his dick,
while we rested.
He kissed my neck. "You okay, boy?"
"Yes, sir. But I wanted you to come inside me."
"Too bad, boy. We do it my way." He moved backwards a little
and let my feet rest on the ground, and then pulled his hot meat out
of my ass. But he quickly slid the dildo back inside me and turned
it on again. The buzzing just generated more heat in my loins.
He moved back in front of me and began greasing up my hard
dick. He swirled the stuff around my shaft and ran his fingers
across the head, and then started stroking it. Slow and easy, back
and forth -- back and forth.
We had been at this for a long time, and I knew I was ready.
He stroked and stroked, and I felt my guts beginning to boil. His
other hand caressed smoothly around my abdomen, and fondled my
shaven balls. I was learning how sexy that shaved skin can feel.
"Sir. You keep that up and I'm gonna come."
He smiled. "I know, boy. That's what I want." He kept
stroking, and I tried to thrust my hips into his hand. The grease
felt so slick and hot as he worked my prick. My balls were on fire
and I strained to come -- but the cord around my dick wouldn't let
it.
He stroked faster. My whole body twisted and pulled, and I
pushed up onto my tiptoes, wanting it to happen. I felt the dildo
probing inside me from my motions! I groaned! He stroked! He
pinched one nipple. I couldn't help it; I yelled, "YEAH!! DO IT!!"
He pinched the other nipple and tugged at it. He stroked!! And
finally I pushed my prick into his hand and I came!! He quickly put
his other hand right at my cockhead. I spurted again -- and again
-- and again!! And I filled his palm with a pool of hot cum!
Finally he stopped stroking, and I just hung there, exhausted.
He took the handful of cum and smeared it over my chest, rubbing it
into the skin and around my nipples. And finally he raised his palm
to my face and I licked it clean. Then he took the dildo from my
ass and tossed it on the ground.
He stepped up to me and put his arms around me, and I felt his
still-hard prick pressed against my abdomen. "You can let go now,
boy." I released my grip on the branch and let my tired arms fall
around him, and relaxed against his muscled body.
He kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair. "You okay,
boy?"
I kissed him back. "Yes, sir. That was incredible."
"Good. That's what I wanted." We stood there for several
moments, just resting. Finally he gently moved backwards and
removed the cord from my softening dick. Then he looked at me, "But
we're not quite through yet."
I smiled back at him, "Yes, sir. I know." He still had to get
off.
His hands pushed easily on my shoulders, so I sank to my knees
in front of him. I reached for his cock but he said, "No, boy.
Hands behind your back."
I obeyed, and knelt there looking at his prick. This was part of
the game. His cock wasn't much longer than mine, but it was thick
with dark veins wrapping around its length. I watched the pink head
as he brought it up to my lips. Then he grabbed it near the base and
slapped it back and forth against my cheeks a few times. That didn't
hurt at all, but it just made me want it more. I waited for his
instructions.
One hand went to the back of my head and he slid his cockhead
into my willing mouth. He held it there, so I let my tongue lave
around the rim and probe the slit. I could taste the muskiness from
my cum and his asshole. But shortly he said, "Suck it, boy." And I
went after it.
I pushed my mouth down the shaft till my nose was buried in
his crinkly hair, and felt the head forced against the back of my
throat. Then I began to suck on it -- long, slow strokes, all the
way out and all the way in -- over and over and over.
His voice was a whisper, "Yeah. ... Yeah ... Yeah." I made my
lips tighter and moved a little faster, and he began to thrust his
hips to meet my strokes. But then I stopped, with just the head
inside; and I worked my mouth up and down, and sideways, tugging on
his rigid shaft; and I swirled my tongue around that hot meat.
Then I let my teeth clamp gently behind the ridge, and pulled and
tugged at his cock again. He growled in his throat, "That's great,
you cocksucker!" I just half-smiled and worked it a little harder.
But then he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands. "That's
it, boy! You're gonna get it now." And he started fucking my
mouth, fast and deep. I just held my hands tightly behind me and
made sure my lips covered my teeth. He plunged in and out of my
mouth, prodding the back of my throat on every stroke. My mouth was
getting tired but there was nothing I could do -- my mouth belonged
to him.
Harder and faster. On and on! "Now, boy! ... I'M GONNA
COME!!" He stroked -- and he thrust, and I felt the cockhead heat
up and surge as it built up within him.
But then, at the last moment, he pulled out and stroked it with
his hand. With a roar from deep in his throat, the cum shot out of
his cock and splashed onto my lower lip! And he shot! And shot!
And his cum splattered all over my upturned face!
When he was done, he wiped the end of his dick across my chin
to clean off the last drops. Then he lifted me to my feet and I
wiped my lips with my tongue. With one finger he smeared the
rest of the cum around my face, massaging it into the skin. And
finally he had me lick his hand off for him.
Then he kissed me and said, "Great shit, boy!"
"Thank you, sir. I thought so, too."
He put the toys back in the pack and gave it to me to carry,
and we headed back to camp. As I followed him through the woods I
looked down at my shaven crotch and wondered how I would ever
explain that to the guys in the gym.