Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness 6 (of 7) (M/M, anal, camp)
The following story is fiction and contains explicit descriptions of homosexual love-making between consenting men 18-years-old and over, a half hour later in Newfoundland. All characters are fictitious and bear no relation to actual persons living, dead, or sitting in the House of Commons. If reading this is likely to offend you or your reading of this will contravene a federal, provincial, state or local law or bylaw, or if you are under legal age in your jurisdiction, then you are instructed to delete this now.
The guys in this story live in a fictional world where there is no AIDS and no sexually-transmitted diseases, so they don't use condoms. We don't live in such a world. Anyone not using condoms today is an idiot, especially those who think that they can avoid AIDS by sleeping only with young guys. Anyone can be carrying the virus. Always practice safe hot sex.
Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness Part 6 (of 7): The Cook-out by polarbearbait@canoemail.com October 2001
That evening, Chris, Joey, Jean-Guy met again at the pit barbecue to cook their dinner. Jon, claiming that he wasn't very hungry, sulked in the cabin, nursing his wounded pride and his compromised masculinity. After watching Jean-Guy fuck Jon's sexy ass through binoculars earlier in the day, Chris and Joey were determined to get some action for themselves. After Jean-Guy complained about being tired, Chris quickly suggested that they prepare dinner, and he could nap if he wanted to.
Jean-Guy stretched out his muscular body, clad only in a loose pair of shorts on a bench made from half of an enormous tree. Joey and Chris were chopping vegetables and boiling noodles over the fire. They watched carefully as Jean-Guy's massive chest rose and fell gently as he quickly fell into a light slumber, glad to get a rest after his exhausting afternoon.
The Quebecois hockey player's black locks fell fetchingly across his tanned forehead. The muscles in his tree-trunk legs began to relax. Chris admired the ripples in his taut stomach. The blond's eyes devoured the prominent bulge in the crotch of Jean-Guy's shorts, where Chris knew that eight-and-a-half-inch fencepost lay nestled on top of a pair of large-sized Canada Grade 'A' eggs.
Chris and Joey set aside their chores to put their plan into action. They gently managed to slide Jean-Guy's shorts down to his ankles without waking him, and began licking and sucking. Joey went after Jean-Guy's twoonie-sized brown nipples [a twoonie is a large, two-dollar coin], while Chris gently kissed Jean-Guy's big cock. Chris wanted to take his time to exploring the slumbering monster up close. He kissed first the wide come-slit at the end of the limp, but still very thick dick. Then Chris kissed across the head, and began to lick the rim of the big cock head. He stuck his wet tongue under the meaty cock and licked the long shaft from head to root, lifted it as he went along.
Joey nibbled Jean-Guy's left nipple, licking the nub gently, before dragging his tongue around the wide band of smooth brown skin. At the same time, he played with the right nipple, teasing it and massaging it until it, too, stood upright and erect.
Seeing that Chris was starting to coax some life out of Jean-Guy's thick slab, Joey moved began to lick Jean-Guy's meaty ballsack. Blood began to run to Jean-Guy's shaft, and it began to rise above his big balls and flat stomach like a flagpole. Chris and Joey smiled at each other, and they both paused to pull off their t-shirts and shorts.
They returned to their exploration of Jean-Guy's enormous genitals, sucking and licking the big Quebecois's huge mancock and ample 'nads.
Jean-Guy gradually began to realize that this was not an erotic dream, but that he was being sucked off by two lean, beautiful young men. Exhausted, he objected, "Hey you guys, don' do dat to me. You shouldn' be doin' dat...."
Chris let Jean-Guy's now-erect fuckpole slip from his mouth and said, "Don't complain, Jean-Guy. It's not like you're not enjoying this. Look how hard your dick is it's not objecting. Just lie back and let us have some fun with your hunky body."
"Yeah, your protests are kind of lame. You certainly looked like you were enjoying having sex with Jon this afternoon on the island," Joey chipped in.
"I don't know what you are talking about. How could you see us on the island? It is too far."
"We had binoculars, Jean-Guy. Besides, you still have a blob of come in your hair. Is it yours or Jon's?" Joey asked.
Before Jean-Guy could answer, Chris jumped in. "I guess it would have to be Jon's, because Jean-Guy's all went up Jon's bum. Didn't it?"
Jean-Guy realized that he no longer had much credibility in protesting that he didn't enjoy the man-to-man sex he'd been having over the past few days. Joey had gone back to tongue-massaging his 'nads, and his plump cockhead had started oozing pre-come. Once again, the muscular teen's hormones over-ruled his sense of propriety, and he submitted to Chris and Joey's sucking and licking. "Oh Joey, dat feel so good please keep licking my balls. An' Chris, you can suck on my dick I won' stop you."
Chris tried to take more of Jean-Guy huge fuckstick into his throat and gagged. Coming up for air, he nudged Joey to switch. Joey jumped at the chance to get back to licking the big mushroom head on Jean-Guy's throbbing rod. Chris positioned himself between Jean-Guy's powerful legs and spread them apart to gain easy access to the huge balls. Nibbling the scrotum, Chris rolled the big eggs around in one hand before taking each into his mouth one at a time.
Jean-Guy's moaning signalled to the two younger men that they would have no further resistance, and Chris decided to take things further by raising Jean-Guy's thighs up and bending his legs so that his feet now rested on the log he was lying on. This gave Chris better access to the ridge between Jean-Guy's ballsack and his anus. Chris flicked his tongue along the supple skin, and moved toward the brown pucker sitting between Jean-Guy's tanned round cheeks.
Chris had never rimmed anyone before, but now that he had finally broken into the world of mansex, he was excited about trying new things. He began tentatively licking all around Jean-Guy's anus.
Jean-Guy moaned and writhed as Chris's pink, wet tongue finally found its target and tickled the entrance to his rectum. "Oh, yes, Chris, dat is so good. I 'ave never 'ad anyone lick me dere before."
Having worked so hard in the gym and on the hockey rink to build his physique, Jean-Guy was really enjoying having these two slim, attractive young men worship his muscular body. After the great fuck that he had had in the afternoon with Jon, he was beginning to realize that sex with other guys isn't so bad, and that maybe it was worth doing, at least as long as he was away from his girlfriend, and only as long as he was the 'man'.
Joey climbed on top of the big hockey player in the 69 position to get a better angle on the massive pole jutting from Jean-Guy's loins. After taking the head of the huge sexstaff in his mouth, and then feeling it start to enter his throat, Joey began to lower his face ever so slowly toward the root of Jean-Guy's thick rod, and tried hard to control his gag reflex as he felt six inches of thick, prime Quebecois manmeat slide into his tender throat, determined to suck as much of this monster cock into his gullet.
Breathing through his nose, he stroked Jean-Guy's massive balls with one hand while gently stroking his own throbbing six-and-a-half inches with the other. Joey's cute little bum wagged in the air above Jean-Guy's chest, but the big stud paid it no mind, concentrating on the feelings he was getting in his cock and his asshole.
Needing to give his throat a break, Joey lifted his head up, letting the huge organ slide out of his throat and drag along his tongue, keeping just the very tip in his mouth. Then he pushed down again, forcing the hot, hard fuckrod into his throat, inch after inch of studmeat invading his young body. Focused only on the goal of taking the whole monstercock in, Joey continued pushing until his nose was buried in Jean-guy's black pubes.
His throat instinctively contracted around the huge invader, squeezing a long drizzle of hot pre-come directly down his throat.
Chris continued licking the big stud's anus in broad, wet strokes, dragging his soft tongue back and forth across the sensitive skin. Jean-Guy continued to writhe and moan, so Chris knew that he was doing it right. Getting more adventurous, Chris began to press his tongue deeper into Jean-Guy's anus, poking his tongue where no man had been before, into the dark interior of Jean-Guy's ass. Spreading the smooth cheeks farther apart, Chris began to aggressively pork the French-Canadian hunk, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into his ass.
Joey's throat had adjusted to the massive presence, and the slim boy was now able to deep-throat the big stud's horse cock, sliding up and down on the huge dick again and again.
Jon had caught sight of the goings-on in the clearing from the porch of the cabin where he had been nursing his wounded ego, and watched with interest. Well, with more than interest. Despite his ass still being sore from the pounding it had received from Jean-Guy's fencepost-like dick earlier in the day, Jon's long teencock was starting to chub up again as he watched the muscular dude who had fucked him being worshipped by two cute young guys.
To Jon's surprise, he found himself fondling his lengthening pole and hefty 'nads through the thin cotton of his shorts. He quickly realized that jerking off would not be enough, that he would have to get one of the beautiful boys to take care of his problem.. Jon quietly slipped through the trees, trying not to make a noise, intent on joining in the hot action that was going on in the clearing.
When he arrived at the clearing, he could, for the first time, see that Jean-Guy's legs were raised to allow Chris access to his succulent round ass, and that Chris was making love to the stud's ass hole! Jon's ten-inch prong jumped to a painfully full erection in his tight shorts. Jon stripped off his t-shirts and his shorts, and stepped into the clearing, unnoticed by any of the teen studs getting each other off on the log.
As he moved up behind Chris, he passed a gob of spit from his mouth to his fuckspike and tapped Chris on the shoulder. Chris looked up, and Jon motioned to him to move away. Joey also looked up, but by now had so much thick tubesteak in his throat that he paid no attention. Jean-Guy had noticed that Chris had stopped rimming him, but was so caught up in Joey's deep-throating of his cock that he was distracted.
Jon held his long pole in his right hand, and gently guided it to the now-clutching anus in front of him. The purple head of Jon's cock nudged the clasping hole, which was missing the attention it got from Chris's tongue.
At first, Jean-Guy thought that Jon's cockhead was the tip of Chris's tongue come back for more. "Yeah, Chris, stick your tongue into me. Come on, push it in again... dat feel so good...."
But as Jon pushed the head into the hole that had been relaxed and loosened by Chris's rimjob, and through the ass ring, Jean-Guy began to realize something was wrong. He looked up and saw Chris standing to one side, massaging his own seven-inch teencock. As Jon pushed a couple of inches of his steel-hard fuckpole into Jean-Guy's warm, wet interior, the straight hockey player realized what was going on.
Jean-Guy struggled to sit up, but quickly got a face full of Joey's hot little ass, and lay back down again. Unable to get up because Joey was still on top of him and because Jon was holding his legs in place, Jean-Guy tried to clench his ass muscles to push Jon out.
"Hey, relax and let it happen. It's fair turn-around, guy, after what you did to me this afternoon."
As Jon pushed further in, Jean-Guy again succumbed to his hormones, and allowed more and more of Jon's ten inches of stiff cock into his ass.
"Oh, yeah! Fuck this is fantastic! I'm almost all the way in your ass, Jean-Guy! Fuck, this is tighter and hotter than any pussy I've ever fucked! Yeah...." Jon moaned in ecstasy.
Chris sat down on a stump behind, to get the best view of Jon's perfect ass thrusting back and forth as the well-toned stud took Jean-Guy's virgin hole. Taking long, easy strokes on his rampant hard-on with one hand and massaging his teenballs with the other, Chris was being careful not to bring himself to orgasm just yet. The sight of his idol, Jon, stuffing his long mancock in and out of a handsome, muscular stud and the adorable Joey deep-throating the stud's thick fuckpole was the most erotic thing Chris had ever seen. But he wanted to see if this was going to get better. And it would.
Joey continued to suck Jean-Guy's dick like a lollipop licking and sucking the head, taking long tongue strokes up and down the thick shaft, and deep- throating the whole battering ram when he could. Jon continued to take long, hard, steady strokes with his fuckrod in and out of Jean-Guy's anal cavity, dragging his cock out until just the head was left lodged in the hole, and then sliding the full ten-inch shaft back in in a powerful thrust. Jean-Guy let out a long, deep moan, "ohhhhh... yeahhhhhh... dis is so fucking hot...."
"Take it all in, Jean-Guy. Take my fucking long dick in your hot ass. I am going to fuck you so good you'll never want me to stop. You're going to feel like all the chicks I've ever fucked there is no fuck like a Jonfuck. Take my cock, studboy...." Jon grunted as he plunged into Jean-Guy's hot fuckchute again and again.
Chris watched in fascination as Jon's ten inches of steel plowed into Jean-Guy's heavenly virgin ass the golden globes that Chris's tongue had prepared for the pummelling. Chris could only imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by the beautiful Jon and his long, powerful manhood. Chris's assring twitched in envy as he watched the hockey hunk get the fucking of his life at the end of the model's powerful teenrod.
Jean-Guy's breathing had become heavy, faster and more urgent and Jon battered his swollen prostate and Joey massaged his throbbing meat with his throat. "Oh, fuck, boys, I ham goin' to come... oh, I cannot hold it hanymore...."
Joey, worried that Jean-Guy would drown him in waves of hot mancome, lifted his face off Jean-Guy's thick cock and sat back on Jean-Guy's big pecs to begin to jerk himself in earnest. Joey pounded his raging boycock furiously, using pre-come from Jean-Guy's spurting dick as lube.
"Oh... ah... unh... unh, unh, unh....! Fuuuuccccckkkkkkk!" Jean-Guy grunted as hot studsauce began to shoot out of his jerking cock, splatting first on Jon's pecs, then on his smooth cheek and chin, and his flat stomach, before arching back and landing load after load onto Joey's pretty face and his own rippled abs as Jon continued pounded his ass, jackhammering ten inches of studcock into Jean-Guy's ass.
Joey scooped up some of the hot spunk from Jon's hard pecs and slathered it on his on cock and quickly stroked himself to a thundering orgasm. "Oh fuck! I am coming too! Fuck his ass, Jon, fuck his ass while I come all over him! Fuck, I am going to blow...." White blobs of creamy come spurted out of Joey's cock, the boy almost in pain because of the intensity of the orgasm, his compact brown body jerking madly on top of Jean-Guy's huge body, the Cree's long black hair twirling wildly around his beautiful face, sticking in the blobs of Jean-Guy's hot come that had splattered on his face seconds before.
Joey's burning boyspunk landed on Jon's stomach and formed pools on Jean-Guy's washboard stomach, mixing with the hot stud's own recently ejaculated spermsauce. Joey continued jerking, squeezing a surprising quantity of come out of his balls, and forming a sizable white puddle on Jean-Guy's olive skin. Breathing heavily to regain his wind, Joey dismounted from the stud whose huge cock he had just deep-throated, and sat down on a stump to recuperate from the hot session.
But Jon wasn't done yet. The sleek young stallion continued his long, determined thrusts, pushing ten inches of studmeat into the tender chute of the muscleman lying exhausted and spent in front of him. Each of Jon's full-length thrusts into Jean-Guy's ass seemed to push another squirt of mancome out of Jean-Guy's still pulsing horsecock, the puddle of sexspunk on his taut stomach continuing to grow.
Jean-Guy luxuriated in the new feeling of a hot slippery erection sliding rhythmically past his tight anus and filling his insides. Having got over his aversion to mansex, Jean-Guy was now revelling in the pleasure of being fucked by this hot, long-dicked English-Canadian. He looked up at the reddish-brown hair bobbing above him, sweat running off Jon's Roman nose, the looking of intense concentration and ecstasy on his face....
Jon's long, even strokes were now changing to short, frenetic jabs as the heat of the fuck session pushed him to the brink. "Ok man, get ready, 'cause here it comes... I'm going to fucking flood your ass with my hot spunk. I'm going to fucking paint the inside of your ass with my semen...."
The sweat pouring off his brow, with a mighty thrust, Jon planted his fuckrod deeper in Jean-guy's hot ass than he had gone before, and exploded, pouring blast after blast of hot studcream into Jean-Guy's ravaged rectum. " UNH! FUCKING EH, MAN! FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!"
Jon collapsed onto Jean-Guy's chest, the pools of Joey and Jean-Guy's come sticking the two studs together again, his hips still instinctively pushing his
cock in deeper and deeper. Jon's head rested on Jean-Guy's broad shoulder, as both studs struggled to catch their breath and allow their pounding heartbeats to slow down.
Minutes passed as the two hunks came down off their glorious orgasms, still surprised that they had got off so intensely without any women around.
Chris, sitting behind Jon, was still slowly stroking his dick to the sight of Jon's glorious bum nestled between Jean-Guy's powerful thighs. Amazingly, he had managed to hold off his orgasm, despite the intensity of the fuck session he had just observed. He had more important things on his mind.
The lean blond walked over and nudged his teencock between the two perfect mounds of Jon's ass, coming to rest at the entrance to Jon's fuckchute. "Now it's my turn," Chris said authoritatively.
"What the fuck do you mean? You're not fucking me! No way, man," John protested.
Knowing the Jon was still imbedded deep in the French Canadian stud's ass, Chris pushed his pre-come-slicked cock head into Jon's rectum.
Jean-Guy clenched his ass muscles around Jon's fuckstick, which was only starting to soften, and wrapped his powerful arms across Jon's back, and said, "I t'ink you should let Jon have some fun. 'E 'as been nice to you this week. You should do somet'ing for 'im."
Not knowing how long he could get away with fucking the modelstud, Chris leaned forward heavily and pushed the rest of his seven-inches of boymeat up Jon's tender fuckchannel. "Oh, yeah, that is so fucking cool. This is the greatest. Fuck, on, I love being in your ass!"
Having taken Jean-Guy's telephone pole cock earlier in the day, Jon was able to accommodate Chris's smaller, but still impressive teencock up his anal canal.
Chris was like a kid in a candy shop. He had idolized Jon from their first day, and now he was actually fucking the handsome stud's tight ass. Chris slid his cock in and out of Jon's ass while alternately stroking Jon's shoulders, running his fingers through that gorgeous reddish-brown hair, and squeezing the perfect round buttocks.
With Jean-Guy holding Jon down, Jon's body the backside of it anyway was at Chris's mercy. Chris got a good grip on Jon's broad shoulders and began to slide his randy fuckstick in and out of Jon's throbbing rectum. Chris's narrow hips slapped against Jon's prefect melons each time he plunged his boyhood deep into the hunk's ravaged ass.
Chris began slamming Jon's ass with such force that he was pushing Jon's still fairly hard schlong up against Jean-Guy's prostate, causing that thick studcock to start to get hard again, pushing up against Jon's flat stomach.
"Hey Jean-Guy, can't you keep that thing under control? I don't want your dick poking into my stomach!" Jon protested.
"'Ave you forgotten dat you still 'ave your cock in my ass? I don' t'ink you should complain, mon ami."
Chris was oblivious to the lovers' quarrel going on under him -- he was in a whole new world. "I am fucking your ass, Jon! I am fucking the Mariposa hunk just like you've fucked so many women! Your ass is mine, Jon-o!" Chris exclaimed as he jackhammered Jon's round butt, his blond hair bouncing all over the place with each hard thrust into Jon's ass.
Joey was amazed to see the intensity with which the previously nervous and unsure Chris power-fucked the cocksure would-be model. He could also see that Jean-Guy was no longer holding Jon down Jon was now submitted to being violated by the slim young man that he had teased and ridiculed before.
Chris's powerful thrusts reached a crescendo and with a yell that seemed to echo through the forest, the blond teen unleashed a stream of come deep into Jon's bowels. Chris kept thrusting with ever-shorter and slower thrusts, savouring his first ever fuck and the fantastic ass of this incredible stud.
Even with raging teen hormones, Chris eventually ran out of energy and collapsed on top of Jon, still imbedded deep in his rectum, putting the top layer on the teenstud sandwich. Sprawling across Jon's broad back, Chris kissed Jon's cheek and rubbed his face in Jon's hair.
Unfortunately for Chris, this fantasy moment had to come to an end as the weight of two studs on top of him got to be too much for Jean-Guy. "Man, you guys are gettin' 'eavy. Get off me, and Jon, get your dick out of me. I can almost feel it in my t'roat."
Reluctantly, Chris pulled out of Jon, making the withdrawal as slow as possible, squeezing the supple cheeks of the ass he had just fucked as he pulled out and mentally filing away every sensation for future jerk sessions.
Jon pushed himself up from Jean-Guy's barrel chest, and began pulled inch after inch of his long, still blood-engorged but softening cock out of Jean-Guy. Exhausted, Jon moved over to another log and eased his toned, naked teen body down.
Relieved at no longer being filled by Jon's ten inch fuck rod, Jean-Guy lay back on the log. "I t'ought you would never get dat t'ing out of me. I don' know if I will be hable to walk for a while."
Joey, his boycock erect again and bobbing in front of him walked over to Jean-Guy and put his hand on the hockey player's broad shoulder and asked, "Jean-Guy, can I put it inside you? Just for a little while? I'm the only one who hasn't got to try fucking ass today. You fucked Jon, he fucked you and Chris fucked him. So I'd really like to try it. Please, Jean-Guy? It would mean a lot to me."
Jean-Guy rolled his eyes. He had developed a soft spot for the little Cree, especially after that fantastic, deep-throated blow-job, and realizing that no further harm can be done to his masculinity, said, "What de 'ell. It's not like I haven't done everyt'ing else already. Go ahead."
Joey scooped up some of his own and Jean-Guy's juices from Jean-Guy's stomach, and rubbed them on to his six-and-a-half inch boner. He raised Jean-Guy's muscular legs and nestled his glistening cockhead up against the brawny stud's tightly-clenched hole. Guiding his throbbing member carefully, Joey leaned forward and slowly pushed in.
Having just come so recently, Joey was able to fuck long and hard. His cock being smaller than Jon's, it did not cause so much discomfort for Jean-Guy, and Jean-Guy found himself to be enjoying the long, slow fuck. Jean-Guy's cock, which had started to throb back to erect when Chris was fucking Jon, now sprang back to full erection.
Joey took hard thrusts into Jean-Guy's ass pulling out slowing, and then ramming his fuckpole back in as hard as he could, his balls bouncing again Jean-Guy's ass, and the satin walls of the big stud's anal canal gripping onto Joey's teencock.
Seeing the Jean-Guy's massive rod pointing skyward again, Chris took charge and began to stroke the thick member. As it bubbled pre-come again, Chris licked the little pearls off the big cock head, and then began to swirl his tongue around the head and down the shaft, quickly throwing himself into a full-on blow job, massaging Jean-Guy's big eggs with one hand and his brown nipples with the other.
The sight of five-and-half -foot tall, slim, boyish Joey, his silky long black hair flapping back and forth, powerfucking a muscular, beefy six-foot, one-inch straight stud who was lying back and taking it while a blond hunk sucked his thick cock was really something to see.
To his own and everyone else's surprise, Jean-Guy began to get into the fuck, urging Joey. "Come on you little stud, fuck my ass. Fuck me 'ard. I wan' you to come in my ass. Give me your come!" Jean-Guy started flexing his ass muscles, and found that Joey moaned and grunted even louder each time he did.
"Oh yeah, Jean-Guy, this is so great. I have never felt so good. Your ass is so hot, and just want to fuck and fuck and fuck you," Joey excalimed.
Joey paused, and grabbing onto Jean-Guy's muscular legs, began to rotate his slim hips as he trust in instead of just pushing in and out. This had an amazing effect on Jean-Guy Joey's smaller boy dick had slid easily into the anal channel that had been stretched by Jon's studcock, but now Joey's was using his raging teendick to prod the tender walls of Jean-Guys's ass, giving him new, and hotter sensations. Joey really began 'screwing' Jean-Guy, and Jean- Guy's beer can cock responded by pumping out gobs of salty pre-come that Chris licked up eagerly.
With Jean-guy's muscular ass clutching at Joey's hard-driving cock, the eighteen-year-old could not hold on any longer, and his steaming Indian seed
gushed up from this teen'nads through his hard cock. " I am going to come up your ass... I am go to come now,... I am coming... I am commminggggg!" Joey yelled.
Joey blasted his remaining come deep into the recesses of the big stud's hot ass just as Chris's furiousy pumping hand brought Jean-Guy's rampaging hard-on to orgasm. Come flew everywhere Jean-Guy's manspunk splattering on Joey's slim torso, and onto Chris's face that was resting on Jean-Guy's hip, and volley after volley of Joey's hot teencream blasting into Jean-Guy's slickened ass. Joey's cock was milked of every last drop by the muscle stud's contracting ass muscles.
Joey leaned forward onto Jean-Guy's sticky torso and rested his head on the massive pecs. Jean-Guy ran his hand through Joey's long black hair, grabbed his head, and lifted it up to his own lips, kissing the Cree on the lips. "Merci, mon petit ami. I ham glad you asked me to do dat."
"And thank you, Jean-Guy. That was fantastic. I won't ever forget fucking your ass."
Concluded in Part 7 Evening Swim