A Connoisseur's Feast Ch. 02

"Thank you!" His father appreciated the advice originating from another source. "Now I wish I had brought my teenage daughter. She is remarkably positive about the idea of gay sex. I don't mean to be alarmist, but you ought to know that other families settle along the lakeside during the day that this cove is visible to. You'd best be careful as some might take offense at what went on here." I thought that the understatement of the year. It was the last thing Bob wanted to hear, but he was polite about it and they waved to us as we departed back down the trail with the horses.

When we came upon an open clearing with tall grass, we lounged around for a half an hour and ate a small snack while the horses grazed their fill. Bob ruminated about the afternoon and the remainder of our sojourn. "Guys, it looks as though when we go back to the lake, we'll have to wear swim trucks." His face turned sour and he scowled. "Jesus those damn things are like wearing socks and underwear in the shower."

We pitched our tents in our shady private camping spot. Bob rattled cooking utensils as the sun started to set while the boys dragged large plastic barrels out of the station wagon to insure the horses had easy access to water. When all was ready except to light the fire and cook the meal, Bob started unfastening the snaps of his shirt, the thick bed of brown soft chest hair billowing out as he gazed at us with a knowing smile. When his shirt was off and he fumbled with the strap of his belt he started speaking softly. "When your Uncle Blonde decides it is time to relax, he likes me to be naked, sex or no sex. The rest of y'all can do as you please." There was no argument from the rest of us. My nephews were stripped bare before Bob. Jeb's gender prong stood at full mast in seconds.

His older brother took the opportunity to demean the younger. "You horny little prick. You didn't get enough this afternoon?'

Bob interceded. "Leave the kid alone. Christ, don't you remember what it was like at his age? Even in college I had to walk the halls from one class to another holding books in front of me. Just a little outdoor breeze could make my dick blow up like a balloon."

It was a moment of aesthetic artistry when Bob intently cooked our meal, his hairy naked body crouched over the blazing fire. The moment was not even lost on my nephews. They stared as the light of the campfire flames flickered against his swarthy rippling muscles. When food was shoveled out on to camping pans, my nephews had seemingly inhaled their portions even before mine was served on a plate. They had to avail themselves with junk food to satisfy their appetites that night. When we finished eating, we sat around the campfire stark naked and laughing as we reminisced about the adventures of the afternoon. "You sure seemed ready to take meat up the heinie when you got a look at my ass and cock, Todd. How come you turned so horny that way?" My older nephew on his fifth beer was prepared to make a confession.

He turned to his brother. "Do you remember Ramona?" Now he addressed the rest of us. "She was an old flame of mine from undergraduate days. I could never forget that the best sex we ever had was when she borrowed a 9" strap on from a friend, slicked it up good, and fucked me up the ass with it. When I then fucked her the usual way, I came like I never had before. I swear I thought I was going to flood her with a gallon of cum. She had to talk me into it at first. She agreed to let me fuck her up the ass 5 times in the next month, or something like that." He turned to his brother again. "Her sweet ass is even tighter than yours." Jeb responded by tossing his briefs in Todd's face. We ignored the gesture.

I did not want Todd to be distracted from the topic and asked, "if the sex was that good, didn't she fuck you that way again?"

"I guess I did not want her to think that maybe I am gay, or something. Anyway, the issue never came up again because she didn't like it. Something about how the base pushed up too hard against her clit, or something." He paused for a minute before carrying on, just staring into the flames. "As hard as I tried, I just couldn't forget how good it felt to have that toy pumping away inside of my ass. I tried to explain it away that I was stoned silly at the time. I might have forgotten about it, except one day some friends of mine in the dorm were looking at porn pics on one of their computers. Some gay porn came up and they laughed and jeered, but it was the first time I had seen images of gays doing it, I guess. All the old feelings came back except now I started to fantasize about one of them fucking me with the real thing. I think deep down, I knew one day it would really happen."

"And today you selected the best candidate to be your first. I can tell I didn't disappoint you." Bob preened, but as he thought it over, he hadn't meant to gloat. Fearing he may have offended his new initiate, he drew his awesomely toned limbs and sat next to Todd, running his strong left hand and arm over the shoulders of the vaguely wistful young man. "Don't worry about it so much, friend. Before long, you'll be happy and glad things turned out the way they did. Anyone gives you any guff about it, fuck 'em." He smiled that infectious broad grin at me again. "Hell, your Uncle Blonde here knows that it ain't so hard to be real discreet about these things. He knows that I can be real discreet, but still get my jollies."

We slept naked in our sleeping bags that night and the remaining two nights. On more than one occasion Bob and I heard grunts, groans, and slurping noises from the tent just a few yards from our own. "Oh, to be that young and horny, again." He was horny enough to offer me the privilege of feasting on his magnificent musky meat on at least 3 occasions on this excursion. In one session, my two naked boner leaking nephews observed every slurp and lick with rapt attention until I had secured every drop of his tensely festered emission. It was supposed to be a lesson to the neophytes in hypothetically "masterful" technique, including the requisite tongue bath of the pouch of balls and how to accommodate a plunging cock into the throat during a face fuck. In fact, most all the time we spent together in camp we were naked. We dressed to ride the two horses on the trails (while my birthday-suited nephews usually stayed behind). Even then, we found a spacious clearing away from "the beaten path" to exercise the horses, always unimpeded by other campers. The sun being high in the sky, Bob thought the circumstance warranted risking removing his clothes before riding. If only I were capable of developing my own film, or that I owned a digital camera. The most picturesque moment of my life was to watch this Adonis-like cowboy, only adorned in cowboy boots and stetson hat, trotting and galloping the horses in sweeping big sky country: a true American centaur. I would have expended three rolls of film. At least one of my photos would have won the gay art awards this year.

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I knew our last night alone would be the most sentimental for me. I had no idea when next I would meet with my naked trophy. I clung to my hairy hunk in near desperation and intimate neediness to soak in the satin warmth exuded by his elegant nudity. He softly recounted the hit or miss attempts to experience erotic peaks with other men after last we parted. "I still had so much to learn, Blonde. I thought I was so smart and tough, but found out how unsatisfying it could be with assholes who really didn't give a fuck. Even though I know I didn't have any right to be, I was mad at you for the longest time for leaving me to my own devices." I commiserated by cuddling and kissing, inviting his own tongue to prod nearly into my throat. I gently caressed his swollen proud pillar, my exploring fingers applying just enough pressure over its hot silky elasticity to retain arousal . I ached for its first time union with the hopeful hospitality of my malleable manhole. In my wildest imagination, I can not perceive that any drug addict on withdrawal required a fix more than I craved being the object of my sensual companion's aggressive lust. Instinctively and far beyond the limits of self control, I adjusted my torso and limbs under and about him in lewd displays of yearning receptivity. My spreading legs waved about to locate my lascivious open ass in various positions for his choosing. The end of my own bouncing dripping cock was visibly soaking with excitement.

His expression of almost fierce puzzlement melted to a sly smile. "Blonde, you horny devil, if you want me to fuck you, just ask, Buddy." He was the one this time who had the presence of mind to reach for the lube as I would have been happy to have his thick plunger invade my unprepared tail tract dry. His trembling terrible tool twitched and glistened in the dim lamplight as I freely spread the slick on its scalding surface while he rested back on his haunches. While I still grasped his sex in my fingers, he suddenly lunged and embraced me, passionately smothering my neck and shoulders in heavy kisses. I thrilled to his hot breath hitting my ear as he loudly whispered, "you may be the man about town who has taken many a dude's cock, but I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Get ready, you little light-haired horn dog, because I am going to fuck and ream the stuffings out of you." He impatiently wrestled me so that he had me on my side and lifting my leg he entered me, my normally resisting muscled ring only too willing to surrender and grip the forceful flesh that thrust its breach with such powerful intention. There wasn't a second of pause, but only a quickly deepening pumping of propelling man meat. The lusting linings of my greedily grasping and stretching vessel welcomed the invading turmoil. My bowels flinched and flexed, involuntarily prompted to draw the torrid and tumultuous tube steak back to them to grip and feed on the delicious heat and throbbing supple flesh. It was a moment to be grateful to live such a life. His hairy, searing, and wildly undulating torso embraced me. His frantically pumping sex organ impaled me. His fulsome fuzzy man tuft slammed into my sensitive ass cheeks and his insistent tongue nearly forced its way into my throat. I was the victim; ecstatic to be naked, helpless, vulnerable, and physically restrained by the rapacious and primaly savage urges of a testosterone crazed powerhouse of male strength and passion.

To my great surprise, he suddenly lay on his back so that I had to seat myself over him to retain his external organ inside of me. I started to bounce on it to retain the sense of pumping friction. "That's right, you tight assed little fuck. Let's see how well you can ride a mean bucking stallion with this horse prick plowing away in your tight man twat." With that, his strong tense hips started bucking with abandon. I had to raise and lower my seat, up and down, at a terrific pace to keep up synchronously with my partner's swift and hard thrusting pelvis. When we had our rhythm, Bob breathily but noisily expressed his joy. "Yeeee haaaa!!! Ride it like that you crazy cowboy. Come down on my hard cock just like that. . . It feels sssoooooooooo ggooood!!" He raised himself on his elbows so that I could bend forward some to kiss again. This allowed him better leverage to pummel forward strokes with even greater impact. I raised my ass so that it remained in the air just stationary, requiring Bob to do everything to maintain friction. I held on to his wide torso just below the arm pits on either side. Our lips and then tongues clashed in a comparatively slow exploration of oral sensuality. His left hand that had cupped my neck and the back of my head in our swooning kiss while he supported himself almost entirely on his right elbow, now shifted to the front, his fingers tracing my collar bone. Next they brushed my pectoral and pinched a nipple, his palm then moving down to explore my tummy and navel, the fingers lowering to run through the hairs of my blonde bush. When my cock jumped in elation to feel his touch along its shaft, he gripped it and administered firm strokes centering at the ridge on the underside of its head. The combination of exquisite friction by his own pumping firm sex against my delighted prostate and the enthralling manual attentions on my super sensitive and stimulated sex stick crossed my threshold for sensual enhancement in my loins. The hot convulsive spasms started and we did not find the first emitted streak of my climax until the next day. It was somewhere in the corner of the tent. It was precisely at that point that we heard the tent zipper open. The responsive clamp brought against Bob's stroking meat in my ass by the internal mechanics of my orgasm forced him to pull his hand away and gain better support by leaning on his left elbow as well. He then forced two pounding thrusts to shove his meat in as deep as he could to squirt his own ejaculatory rounds of cum, reveling in the grasping expansions against his swollen flesh all the while. We gasped and groaned into the night air, lost in the euphoria of superlative pleasures to be gained by merging two unclothed bodies intent on blissful harmony.

"Wow, that must have been one hellacious fuck." Jeb's compliment and his brother's presence were hardly welcome given the intimacy of the moment. Their flashlight shone in Bob's eyes.

"Get the fuck OUT of HERE before I shove that thing up both your asses." When they made a hasty retreat back to their own tent, Bob compelled me to collapse into his warm arms, oblivious to the aromatically pungent jism that I had streaked on his chest. "Come here, you!" It actually felt nice to have it slither between our warm bodies while it was still fresh and yet to turn sticky. Bob's gorgeous dick was still in my ass and I could feel it softening but I was loathe to no longer possess it that way. I could feel that his cum was slipping the whole length of my hole and must be trickling out through my man pussy lips to his base, his nut sac, and parts of his thick tuft. He gave me a bear hug and kissed me once more. "What the fuck am I going to do about you. I can tell it is about to happen all over again. You're going to leave just as I find out that you are about the best fuck a dude like me is ever going to scrounge up." His coiling snake slipped out of my sumptuously slicked hole. "I suppose it is my own fault. I should have known, considering your cocksucking skills. If I had really tried, I would have seen to it that I had opportunities to fuck you despite the prying closet cases you brought with you." I fell asleep in his arms as we wiped off bodily fluids from ourselves with paper towels.

It was a fitful sleep as we both tossed and turned through the mild evening, affectionately reaching out to grope and caress unconcealed body parts in slumber like daze. When we were both aroused to almost bursting loins, Bob fucked me doggy style in the manner of what I characterize as a "probing fuck". He would shift my ass and waist about such that the emphasis of each forward stroke by his surging sausage would solidly impact in a different bit of surface within my pleasingly pummeled love tunnel. Concentrating, I focused on the unique and special sensation each thrust presented by the aggressively adoring living truncheon of flesh. Once again, my naked being was transported into a rapture of corporeal carnality, immersed in the incomparable pleasure as an object of service to an insatiable and fanatically sexual human stallion. Following a brief cuddle, we set out on the half hour walk to the showers. We were attired in only enough clothes to be presentable, we sauntered dreamily as the eastern horizon turned a dark pink in the first hint of dawn. The only people in the bath house, we listened to morning bird song as we both stepped about to share the same shower stall. We soaked and scrubbed each other clean under the cascading hot water, arousing our external organs to grip and pump each other to another heated and deeply spasmodic climax. We left the showers to politely greet arriving men and boys.

Driving back to the ranch later that morning, our conversation centered on our accounts of sexual escapades with both sexes. The youngest, Jeb, was like myself in encountering only fleeting experience with females. We coaxed a confession from him that his future prowess would focus on the pursuit of "hot studs". Bob, after trial and error, has become convinced that the greatest number of hot men of like mind could be found in Denver. Every year he has resolved to vacation there to cruise the hot dudes with the biggest muscles and the longest dongs and tongues. Todd was wistful again. We assured him of our pledged discretion and suggested that maybe he investigate campus personals for "hung" married men "into hunk ass" who would eagerly engage in hot sex with him in context to only the epitome of discreet liaison. "Whatever you do, go for it, man." Bob implored. "Shit, back east there are women who get into the three way scene. Maybe you can find a chick who wants her boyfriend to fuck you. The world is your oyster. Shuck it for what it 's worth. In a sophisticated place like your campus town, there have got be tight lipped dudes who would kill to fuck your hot ass. It 's got to be anything but like the yokel scenes your Uncle Blonde and I have to contend with."

I had to fight back tears to speak my farewells to Bob in the presence of my Aunt and Uncle two days later. Most of the return excursion conversation consisted of the thousand question interview. My nephews wanted the detailed account of my sexual past. "When was the first time you . . . .?" "What and when was the longest cock you . . . .?" "Did anyone ever beat the shit out of you for coming on to them?" "When did you know you were gay?" "Do chicks also turn you on?" Our nights in the privacy of motel rooms were peppered with boisterous naked frolics. I mostly observed while my nephews hijinks would collide into grunting wrestling matches. The inevitable friction against exposed sensitive external organs was the foreplay that prompted certain arousal and sexual coupling of one kind or another. One night however, Jeb very capably rimmed my ass, sucked on my balls, and slurped on my cock as I face fucked him with some judicious restraint. All the while, his brother fucked him mercilessly at the other end.

True to my word, I have never breathed a word to anyone about my nephews and the ecstasies they experienced on our camping excursion, until now. It is doubtful that any of my readers will have ever been acquainted with them. Jeb has found a campus jock, secure in the closet, who has been reliably available as a fuck and suck buddy. Todd has engaged in only brief interludes with married men. I sense he still has trouble coming to terms with his deeply entrenched erotic sensibility. I hope that one day they will gleefully be open about their physical cravings for other men. In e-mail messages, Bob inquires about my nephews as well as my attending orifices. In response, I graphically recite my unrequited urges to embrace his colossal cock. Thinking about the myriad ways I could and have satisfied him, I hope my readers will appreciate that this voracious connoisseur of cock can and does feast, given the opportunity