A Connoisseur's Feast Ch. 02

My nephews snickered at me, but I knew their dicks weren't normally so thick when they were exposed. They both had begun to swell. Bob thought on the same wavelength as I did. As the three of us began to enter the water as he was removing his jeans, he let out a whistle. "Get a load of the sweet asses on those nephews of yours, Blonde. It's not 'til they are in the altogether that we can see just how shapely those round cheeks really are. . . . I'm telling you boys, you really ought to spend time with men who are hot for other men. You would find out just how appreciated you really could be." He clowned around at the water's edge kicking the water with his big toe and toying with the band of his jockey shorts. He whistled what he must have imagined was a burlesque tune. He swayed his hips and played with his shorts band, jerking it up and down to flash his ample pubic tuft. I noticed my nephews watched this spectacle intently and their male parts swelled to the point where their dicks remained turgid in any bodily movement. Suddenly Bob turned around bent over and mooned us. This had the effect of triggering a rise from Todd's dick like a railroad barrier to stretch to its full 7". He tried to disguise his state by rushing to higher water above waist level, but he was caught by all of us. Bob kicked off his shorts running into the water like a frantic madman. "Come here college boy", he yelled. "I can tell you like what you see. . . It 's time for us to get more familiar." Todd started to swim out into deeper water. Bob, sensing that catching up to him may take considerable effort obviously chose to wait in the shallows.

Pursing his lips and blowing kisses at my nephew further out in the water, he now bent his knees and lewdly stroked his now hard glorious 8.5" spell binder at the naked youth. "You can either come back and get some of this, or we will just put on our clothes, rustle up the horses and leave you here. You didn't remember how the trails branched from our camp-site. Do you want to be just left here and have to find your way back to our campsite, bare-assed naked? . . . . Look at us, man. You ain't got nuthin' the rest of us don't have. Look at the turned on hard dicks we got here, man." At this point our gender members were all at unconcealed full salute. "Please come back and join the fun. There is no need for anybody else but us three to know what happened this trip." A brief and silent pause followed but my older nephew must have willed to succumb to the seduction of the moment. With a great display of splashing and flailing limbs, he strenuously swam back to shore and ran out of shallower water into Bob's waiting arms, his own thickly excited external organ swaggering in the commotion. The passionate clash of the two dripping wet manly nude bodies in muscular embrace was a vision of unsurpassed sensuality for Jeb and me. We were both mesmerized into catatonic wonderment as we watched the spectacle of lip smacking and union of tongues and the sweeps of arms and hands in urgent exploration of each other's revealed nakedness. At one point, Bob was slightly crouched to suckle and nibble one of his partner's nipples as he studiously pinched the other, rolling the hardening point between thumb and forefinger.

"Fuck me!!" Todd spoke up for the first time since we had arrived at the lake. "I need you to shove that hot fat cock you've got into my horny ass, NOW!!"

Despite the intimacy of their contact, this remark by Todd also took me aback. Bob decided to have fun with the blunt physical urges expressed by his new willing conquest.

He heartily stroked and pinched Todd's curvaceous ass cheeks as he inquired, "well I don't know. . . . I pack a powerful punch of big man meat. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I have to. Please fuck me now."

"Well now, that sounds almost desperate. It sounds like your asshole has been fucked before. Do you want me to fuck you because it has been a while, or because the sight of my huge cock turns you on back there?"

By now, Todd was on all fours as Bob continued groping his posterior. He paused before he barely audibly mumbled, "it 's your cock".

"Speak up there friend, it sounds like you're chewing on corn bread."

"I want your cock, man. SHOVE it in, now! My hole is horny as hell for it."

"Is that so!" Bob amusingly mocked an inquisitive and almost philosophical expression. "Well now if you want my boner so bad, have you wanted other guys' cocks and had them bugger your sweet ass? . . . . This wouldn't be your first time, would it?"

Again, Todd did not respond right away. Finally, almost a humiliating admission, "it doesn't matter if it is my first time, I can feel that I NEED to be fucked by yours."

"By my what?"

"By your COCK, you dumb shit: your hard meat, your boner, your erect dick, your woodie, your fat, long, man-sized hard-on." By now Todd was almost exasperatedly yelling at the top of his lungs. He was genuinely begging for it.

Before Bob responded in speech, he knelt down and spread Todd's cheeks with his confident fingers to closely get a good look at his protege's puckering rose bud. He let out a whelp. "Yyeeeeee hhaaaaaaaa!! . . It 's too late to change your mind now, buddy boy. I'm going to fuck me some tight virgin hole. There is nothing more wonderful then workin' up some in and out action to pop fresh ass cherry."

By now, I had reached inside my ever present knapsack to hand Bob my tube of lubricant. "Ain't you like the boy scout, Blonde." He winked at me with his sparkling broad grin. "Always prepared! . . We need to prep our young new guy with slick stuff so that his tight little tunnel can handle my long greedy meat poking him up there." He let out generous portions of the lotion on to his fingers, making his proud splendid salami glisten in the afternoon sun. As his slick fingers almost impatiently broke through Todd's bulging small rear entranceway, I heard a gasp, but the way my nephew's bare hips impulsively shifted backward to greet the contact with approval, I could discern it was a gasp of pleasure and so could Bob. "Yyyeeeeahh, that's what I like. I like my new colts willing and submissive." Bob shifted his taut comely limbs in such a way to strategically align his meat, flinching with horny hunger, to the opening of Todd's soon to be initiated posterior passage. He grasped his pulsing pole with his fingers and teasingly rubbed its bright red bulging glans up and down Todd's opening crack. "You like the feel of my dickhead back there? It 's awful big, isn't it? You SURE you think you can handle it? The opening of your hole back here sure seems awful teeny."

Todd did not hesitate a response, this time. "I more than know I can handle it. I NEED it. Please fuck me with that beautiful fucking cock you got. I want to feel it CRAM into my hole so far up that it is pumping into my guts. Please, I know I am ready. PUSH it in and don't stop fucking until you cum into me real deep."

The way his hips flexed, I could tell Bob started applying hot pressure against the gristle-like ring of my nephew's inexperienced but nonetheless craving cavity before the earnest entreaty ended. Todd's superb thighs clenched and widened in anticipation of the penetrating propulsion that he so yearned to burst through the barrier and brusquely massage the moist murkiness that seemed to welcome invasion from the depths of his very being. "Oooohhhhooooo!" He breathily exhaled as Bob's insistent battering ram broke through, breaching, and impaling, albeit shallowly, into his captive's arresting orifice at last.

"Are you alright? After all that, I hope you don't want me to pull out", Bob inveighed.

"Just give me a sec. I'm getting used to it. . . . OK, fuck, but start out slow. It smarts but still feels right being in there."

"You got it, stud. I'm going to break you in so that you'll feel like you can never get enough of long, fat cock." Bob was pumping his stiff ramrod in short quick jabs, not thrusting with much length.

My nephew splayed doggy style contemplated the new sensation and commanded, "deeper!" Bob followed through by quickening the pace with lengthier strokes. They both panted breathy quiet grunts at the end of each forward stroke. Within seconds, Bob was slamming his fuzzy lower abdomen and furry tuft into ass cheeks as he thrust the full length of his mighty meat into his companion's quivering cavern of man lust. "Harder!" My nephew openly revealed his erotic enchantment at being ravenously pummeled by the wondrous wand he had coveted for rectal recognizance with such ardor. Jeb and I, by now, had seated ourselves Indian style within inches of Todd's doggy style pose as enthusiastic copulatory recipient. His slack-jawed hazy expression revealed the total lack of disappointment in his first such encounter. Bending over slightly beneath Bob's clenching hands against Todd's trim waist, I could see my nephew's twitching dick dance to the delicious albeit rugged attentions to his carnal innards. Bob was positively grunting with glee by the workout his stately specimen was enduring from the tight grip of Todd's initiatory ripe and splendid ass.

I was startled to have my right hand suddenly clutched and pressed against warm billowing flesh. I jerked around to find that Jeb had turned away from me and had reached back to place the palm of my hand firmly against his buttocks and the crack of his ass. Of course, I understood the unspoken signal and the flagrant spectacle which served as its stimulus. As I continued to observe the explicit performance, my meandering middle finger explored my new partner's widened crack with its puckering ring responsively writhing with muscle tone. My finger pressed forcefully at the bulls eye and firm flesh broke away for me to penetrate my probing finger tip within the interior of the grasping ring. Jeb grunted his encouragement, but I knew such ephemeral contact wasn't going to be satisfactory. I abruptly raised myself and reached for my younger nephew, jerking him upright in a manner he was not prepared for. I had him almost in a headlock and whispered into his ear between clenched teeth. "Listen you little shit, I am going to fuck you up your little butt and you're going love it like you could never have imagined. . Now shut up and be my bitch the way I tell you." I didn't let go until he gave a little nod of submissive assent. He meekly obeyed when I instructed him to lay on his back on the beach sand. Anything but avuncular, I prepared for what I hoped would be a hot and fevered first incestuous encounter with this availing youth. In my frustration, I had misplaced the tube of lube and snatched my knapsack for an alternative. A few dabs of suntan oil were going to have to suffice. Considering how willing and excited my partner had become, I contemplated that it might be better if I crammed my bone in his butt, dry. His own cock bounced in excited anticipation as he watched me slather my joystick, little droplets of pre-cum falling from its end to the simmering beach sand below. I could still hear the grunts and gasps of the earlier performing couple, so engrossed they were with their own pleasures that they had not noticed that we were no longer their captive audience.

My reckoning was right. I had reached down and raised my nephew's legs where his arched back was resting against my legs and only his head, neck and shoulders rested against the ground. His legs were now spread and splayed over his head opening the crack of his ass for my intentions. His turned up opened butt was just at the level where my midsection could contact it with only a slight crouch. I maneuvered my now impatient slightly moist cock down to the entrance of his puckering and hungering hole. Confident that I had attained the strategic alignment, I pressed an unrestrained jab into the ring of velvet resistance, rendering a slight penetration at first thrust. "Ohhhhaaawwwwhhh!!" I didn't care whether his vocal gesticulation was from pleasure or pain. I was enthralled with the sphincteral snatch on my pulsing dickhead. I was determined to force a penile probe of his sweetly vivacious visceral passageway. My rigid hips now kept forcing more jabs of coursing countenance deeper into an exquisite exploration. The more embraced my jumping joystick was by the squeeze of fleshy firmament, the deeper I was resolved to push, prod, and penetrate into the surrendered orifice. "Ooooo. . hhoooo. . Yeeeaahhee." I cared not whether his cries were from a tortured or tantalized tunnel. I only increased the pace of pumps by my now hilt deep dong, basking in the delirious inflammation that surged from my midsection up and down from my head to my toes. "Faster!!" Happy to oblige, my whole naked being seemed transformed into a living sensual jackhammer. I was hammering into creation the sumptuous and sultry volcanic heat of my loins thanks to the friction of my excited sex with my loving nephew's obsequious opening into erotic opulence. Frantically jumping up and down in a fervent coupling, my nut sac gently colliding with the smooth small of his back, my eruption washed over me very quickly and I nearly squatted over him, arching his back, to spasm and squirt my slippery spooge as deep into the depths of his clutching bowels as I could muster. We groaned and grunted in unison through all the release of my long heavenly ejaculation. My rigid nudity started to relax immediately and I withdrew my satisfied and softening organ from Jeb's stretched hole, dropping his torso and legs.

"Bravo!! What a show!!" The conclusion of our sexual escapade was greeted with wild applause and whistling from the couple in congress transformed into enthusiastic naked voyeurs. They had both stiffed out proud boners in appreciation.

Before I could bow to my audience, Bob abruptly interrupted. "Roll him over," he shouted. He arose on his shapely limbs and announced, "I always like to watch the cum trickle out of the butt hole." As Bob started for the younger youth, he dutifully raised his legs and spread his ass cheeks so that Bob could inspect the opening of his freshly ravished anus. "I told you I was going to get a close look at your naked parts." Jeb was conspicuously repeating arousal sparked by new attentions at close quarters. With Bob's face just centimeters from body surface not normally exposed to the light of the day, little globs of white and vaguely yellow-tinged jism dripped from the opening. "Is that all the cum you could plow into this fella's hole, Blonde? Shit, you should o' seen the mean fucker load I pumped way up his brother, there."

My older nephew conjured a quick retort. "Yeah and he licked every drop of it as it flooded out of my hole."

Bob turned back to his partner in pleasure with some annoyance. "You disgusting filthy mouthed prevert, maybe the idea of a guy eating his own cum after its been up someone's ass appeals to you. Unlike yourself, some of us have standards in hygiene." By now, Bob was standing almost directly over Todd. The seated younger was sassily mumbling something about his companion's cock in another guy's ass, when Bob took hold of his superb pendulously coiling man snake and yelled over the rambling, "maybe a prevert like you might enjoy drinking some of this!" Well before he finished verbalizing this suggestion, a gush and spray of piss started to soak Todd about the upper torso and face. Having been acquainted with Bob's urinating propensity on our first meeting from years earlier, it was a thrilling reunion to watch this nude manly stud pee with such force. The jet of yellow liquid spewing from the end of such a majestic hairy based hose comprised my favorite "fountain".

Todd's impudent expression turned to one of instant outrage and he bolted upright and rushed to lake's edge, his own dick attractively wiggling and flopping in the commotion. "Get away from me you freak!!" The younger brother lay in the sand, his open mouthed head thrown back in amused hysterics by the raucous and ribald event.

"Some might say a cock loving, graduate study, closet queen like you be the freak, here. That's alright! . . . I won't hold it against you."

By now Todd was swimming deep enough but not far enough where I could not see his butt cheeks clench athletically, synchronous with his muscled propulsion strokes. He definitely could qualify as the male porno Esther Williams. "Oh yeah!" He yelled back, "and who the fuck are you to judge me?"

"I am the stud with the big cock who just fucked you after you begged for it. That's who." Bob's rugged hands cupped his open mouth with authority. Somehow the tension of the moment was alleviated by a playful splashing contest enjoyed by all present company. Jeb's gender prong remained swollen at full salute as he never experienced climactic relief during our preceding round of physical exertion. We teased and taunted, encouraging him to perform for us a "jack off" show.

"Beat, beat, beat your meat!!", we chanted in unison as Jeb wiggled his hips and teasingly brushed his swollen male parts with hands and fingers. He beamed a fool's grin, happy to be the center of attention. That quickly progressed to an intense fist fuck, his clenched hand furiously pumping over the surface of his reddened expanding erection, his face frozen in a rigid stare. His mouth, gulping quick shallow breaths of air, widened as 3 small streaks of liquid climax jettisoned from a gaping pee hole about a foot into the air before splattering on to the lake shallows. Their impact created little blotches of liquid fog on the lake surface.

Bob stepped further back a few feet as Jeb, still holding his dick, was obviously still relishing the orgasmic heat coursing through his veins. "Pollution! Jeez! I'm going to stay away from that part of the cove. You step through that and you'll have a life-long case of cooties." We enjoyed sublime swimming and floating for a few minutes before Bob remembered the horses. "The way they behave with other stallions, it 's amazing that human males getting it on and horsing around didn't phase them in the least." It was true. Through all our antics, they did not seem at all interested. "Now that they are well watered, we need to find good grazing ground for them." As we casually dressed and gathered our belongings, I noticed two human figures walking toward us, obviously just having rounded the bluff at the bend of the cove. I signaled to Bob. "Fuck me! Looks like we may be busted guys." He complained with a serious frown.

As the people approached however, I could see that one of them was only wearing competition trunks and flip flops and the other was a naked little boy. In fact as they came closer still, I noticed the little boy was sporting a little "stiffie". More than 25 feet away, the scantily clad older man spoke up. "We don't mean to disturb you gentlemen. We just want to say that we both enjoyed watching your party. Let me explain ourselves."

By now they were standing next to us, the little boy's hard 2" wiener twitching and flinching in the enthusiasm of being in our presence. I estimated the little tanned dusty haired fellow to be about 9. "I am separated from my wife because I have just recently come to terms with being gay. I had custody of my son this week and hoped that I would be able to explain my situation to him during our vacation. I wasn't having much success until this afternoon.." He smiled as he looked down at his son's little male excitement. "As you can see, my son enjoyed the show as much as I did."

Bob tipped his stetson hat at the man and with a completely straight face announced, "glad to be of service to the both of you, sir" It was all the three others of us could do to suppress gales of laughter. Bob looked down at the boy with a paternal but reassuring gaze. "That's a nice looking little pecker you got there, son. Did you enjoy the carousing show my friends and I put on here?" The youngster stood silent but quickly nodded his head up and down with emphasis. Bob gently rustled the child's hair with large fingers. "It 's nice to watch, but it may be awhile before you can enjoy sex like that yourself, son. The important thing is that you know that if your father has a boyfriend or two that he is real close and personal with, it is not such a bad thing."