There are 6 parts to this story that will be published daily starting tomorrow, so be sure to come back until the end ;) I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed and thank you, Mark for writing!
Cast of characters
Richie – 5′6″ tall, 3¾″ circumcised penis
Jorge – 5′9½″ tall, 7½″ uncircumcised penis
Thom – 5′8½″ tall, 5¼″ circumcised penis
Greg – 6′0″ tall, 10″ uncircumcised penis
Diego – 5′11″ tall, 9″ uncircumcised penis
Chapter 1: Friday
Greg let out a deep, guttural moan.
He was close.
So close.
He imagined his fat, hard dick thrusting deep into some girl’s mouth, making her gag and retch, and the back of her head banging against the wall as Greg pounded her mouth.
Greg whispered, “Yeah, choke on my monster cock.”
Greg whispered, “Yeah, choke on my monster cock.”
The handsome stud fantasized holding a blonde girl’s hair, holding her in place so he could deep-dick her mouth. He was lying on his bed, his sweatpants hanging around his ankles. He was wearing a sun-bleached T-shirt and a pair of well-worn sneakers. His jet-black hair was hidden under a baseball cap. He was the best-looking pupil at St Simeon Bachos School for Boys, and he certainly knew it.
Greg increased the pace, holding his cock tight in his hand while imagining plowing her mouth, getting closer and closer to orgasm.
“Greg!” his dad yelled from downstairs. “Your friends are here! We’re ready to leave!”
“I’m coming!” Greg roared as a load of his thick jizz erupted out of his massive schlong.
It spewed all over his chest, face and hands. He pulled the T-shirt off and used it to mop up the mess.
When he was done, he tossed the cummy T-shirt in the laundry hamper and pulled up his pants. He put on clean tank top, grabbed his backpack, left the room and headed downstairs where his buddies were waiting for him.
Greg’s best friend Thom was standing in the door frame, a brown marine backpack on his back. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and sandals. His athletic body was tanned all over. He worked out often and cared a lot about his looks, and his buddies regularly made fun of him for shaving his chest and his armpits, for trimming his pubes and for his insistence on avoiding tan-lines by sunbathing in the nude.
“There you are,” Thom mumbled. “Come on, man, we’re late.”
“It’s just a camping trip,” Greg chuckled, delivering a well-placed back-hand smack to Thom’s crotch, making his package bounce.
Thom groaned and doubled over. Greg was his best friend – but Greg’s habit of hitting him in the balls at every opportunity was starting to seriously annoy him.…
“It’s not just a camping trip,” said Greg’s father, oblivious to what his son had just done.
“It’s a survival weekend! Just the four of you kids, all alone in the woods for three days, with no phones and no electronics. And Thom is right, we’re late.”
“Sorry,” Greg said with a wide smirk. “I had some urgent business to attend to.…”
He laughed and grabbed his crotch behind his dad’s back, outlining his meaty dick in his sweatpants.
Jorge laughed, ran his hand through his curly brown hair and winked at Greg. Originally from Puerto Rico, he had started attending Simeon Bachos just a few months before summer vacation. His great looks, cute smile and dark, passionate eyes had made him instantly popular with students and teachers alike. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, the sexy Latino teen was not nearly as innocent as he looked.
Greg smirked and winked back at Jorge.
“What’re y’all laughing about?” Richie asked breathlessly.
He was the shortest and youngest of the bunch, a slender blond boy with a swimmer’s build. Richie was cute, but since he didn’t have Greg’s handsome face or Jorge’s fiery eyes or Thom’s flawless tan, he was something of the “kid brother” or the “runt of the litter” in the squad.
Greg laughed.
“Never mind, little man. Just an inside joke.” He winked at his buddies. They roared with laughter.
“Let’s go, guys,” said Greg’s dad impatiently.
They all got into the car. Greg was in the front passenger seat, while Richie was wedged between Jorge and Thom in the back seat. Greg’s dad pulled out of the driveway, set his GPS for the entrance to the State Park where the boys would be spending the next three days and drove off.
It was a six-hour drive to the park entrance. When they finally got there, they got out of the car, stretched their legs and started unloading their stuff out of the car. They had been careful not to bring more than they could carry on their backs, because it was still another fifty-minute hike to the forest area that the four boys had chosen as their camping spot.
It was a six-hour drive to the park entrance. When they finally got there, they got out of the car, stretched their legs and started unloading their stuff out of the car. They had been careful not to bring more than they could carry on their backs, because it was still another fifty-minute hike to the forest area that the four boys had chosen as their camping spot.
“OK, boys, this is where I leave you,” said Greg’s father.
“Time to collect all your electronics.”
The boys groaned at having to surrender their beloved iPhones, iPods and iPads, but understood that those were the rules for this survival weekend.
“Diego will be here to pick you up on Monday at 3 p.m.”
Diego was Jorge’s older brother; he was picking them up because Greg’s father had to work.
Greg’s father said goodbye and drove off. The boys hoisted their backpacks onto their backs and set off up the trail. During the hike to the camping spot, the two younger boys ran ahead, while Greg and Thom, who had more to carry because they were older, walked more slowly, and soon Richie and Jorge were out of their sight.
Greg stopped and put down his gear.
“Let’s take a rest for a bit.”
He took off his tank top and used it to wipe off his sweaty, muscular chest. Thom watched him with a mixture of admiration, envy and desire. Greg smirked and walked closer to him.
“You like looking at my chest, don’t you? You think I don’t notice you staring at my body all the time? Ever since I started lifting weights and building muscles. Every time you see me shirtless, your eyes just about bulge out of your head and you can barely speak.”
Greg pulled Thom’s tee shirt off and ran the back of his right hand up and down Thom’s torso, rubbing against the younger boy’s nipples, then drifting further down to his flat belly. Thom’s face was turning twelve shades of red and he could hardly breathe – he had had no idea he was being so obvious for all those years.
Greg flexed his left arm to show off his huge, rock-hard biceps.
“Go head, feel that, Thom. You know you want to.”
Thom was unable to resist the offer and ran his hand across Greg’s solidly built arm muscle.
Greg moved his biceps closer to Thom’s face.
“I bet you’d like to lick it, wouldn’t you?” He moved his biceps to within an inch of Thom’s lips.
“Go ahead. Lick my muscles.”
Thom opened his mouth and extended his tongue. As soon as it made contact with Greg’s left arm, the older boy slid his right hand down, opened Thom’s fly, pushed his boy’s shorts off and grabbed his balls through his underwear.
Thom yelped, more in surprise than real pain since Greg hadn’t squeezed particularly hard.
“You like that?” Greg whispered in his ear.
“You wanna lick my armpit too, don’t you?” he said and shoved Thom’s face into his hairy pit.
Thom licked up and down Greg’s sweaty, muscular underarm, almost intoxicated with desire. Greg smirked and pushed down his own sweatpants and boxer shorts, then put his hand into the waistband of Thom’s underwear and pushed them down. They were now both naked, alone in the forest. Greg turned Thom around so his muscular belly was pressed flat up against Thom’s back. He shifted his right hand a bit so that Thom’s nuts were now resting in Greg’s open palm. The stud aggressively shoved his hard cock between Thom’s thighs from behind – not into or even against Thom’s butt hole, but slightly lower, so that Greg’s giant cock head pressed against the back of Thom’s scrotum.
He began battering Thom’s nutsack from behind, using his hefty glans as a club to punch the boy’s jewels against the palm of his hand. Meanwhile with his left hand he was stroking Thom’s slim dick, making the boy moan and writhe in pleasure and pain. Moments before Thom could reach orgasm, though, Greg moved his left hand down so that each of Thom’s testicles was in one of Greg’s hands.
Greg stopped the dick-pounding from behind and squeezed both of Thom’s nuts as hard as he could, digging his thumbs in deep. Thom simultaneously shrieked in agony and ejaculated profusely, his cum arcing as high as their heads before falling on the ground. His semen landed directly in front of the mouth of a large rat snake, which flicked out its tongue to smell and then taste the teenager’s cream.
Greg put the head of his massive cock between Thom’s buttcheeks – but still not into Thom’s butthole – and shot masses of cum into the younger boy’s crack. He pulled Thom’s underwear and shorts up again, allowing his semen to soak into the cloth.
“Come on, let’s go,” Greg said, putting his clothes back on.
“We gotta catch up with the twerps.”
They soon met up with Richie and Jorge and finally reached the campsite.
“Here it is, guys,” Greg said, pointing at a wood glade.
“The lake is just over there, and this would make a great campfire site over here.”
The guys looked around. It was beautiful. They stood in silence for a moment, listening to the gentle breeze of the wind in the trees and to the birds’ joyous chirps, inhaling the overwhelming, unique scent of unspoiled nature.
Paradise.
Greg inhaled deeply.
“Alright, men, let’s make this our home for the weekend!”
His buddies cheered and dropped their backpacks.
Greg, Thom and Jorge started setting up the tents.
“I gotta take a piss,” Richie announced, stepping into the woods and aiming a healthy stream at the nearest tree.
Suddenly, he heard something. Richie looked down.
“What the—?”
His eyes widened as he saw two eyes staring back at him.
“Fuck!” He quickly tucked his dick back into his pants. “Guys! Y’all gotta see this!”
Greg, Thom and Jorge hurried over to him.
Richie pointed down at the base of the tree he had been pissing against.
“A weasel,” Thom said, shrugging his shoulders. “What’s so special about that?”
“The way it looked at me,” Richie said slowly. “It was just—”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of weasels,” Jorge chuckled.
The guys burst out laughing as Richie’s face turned red.
“Of course not,” Richie mumbled.
“What—do you think they’re gonna steal your eggs?” Greg quipped, causing the other guys to roar with laughter.
Richie glared at him.
“You know, weasels like their eggs big and firm,” Greg grinned, grabbing Richie’s crotch and playfully squeezing his junk, “so you got nothing to worry about.…”
Greg winked at Jorge and Thom who were laughing their asses off.
“Fuck you,” Richie mumbled, yanking Greg’s hand away from his crotch.
Redirecting his anger at the innocent weasels, Richie grabbed a large pebble and threw it down at the ground, causing the weasels to scatter.
“Fuck you!” he yelled.
“Fucking egg-snatchers!”
He pulled down his pants, revealing his tiny dick and disproportionately large, fat, low-hanging balls. Grabbing the top of his sack, he shook it, screaming, “You want these eggs? Come and get ’em, fuckers!”
His buddies laughed.
Richie turned to them and grinned. “Stupid weasels.”
Greg grinned. “It’s not those weasels I’d be worried about, buddy.…”
Richie raised his eyebrows questioningly.
A split second later, Greg’s knee slammed into his exposed balls, flattening the two juicy orbs like pancakes.
“Fuuuuuuck!” Richie groaned, doubling over in pain as his buddies burst out laughing.
“You better guard those eggs, buddy,” Greg grinned as he walked away, Thom and Jorge in tow.
“You wouldn’t want to lose them, right?”
Richie groaned, grimacing in pain as his buddies continued setting up the tents.
Richie groaned, grimacing in pain as his buddies continued setting up the tents.
“Stupid weasels.…”
***
An hour later, the tents were set up, and Richie had started a campfire. The sun was setting, and they sat by the fire, eating snacks and drinking Cokes. Unsurprisingly for four teenage boys, the conversation eventually turned to dick size.
“Size is overrated,” Jorge said, pulling a marshmallow out of the fire and smearing it between a graham cracker and a piece of chocolate to make a s’more.
An hour later, the tents were set up, and Richie had started a campfire. The sun was setting, and they sat by the fire, eating snacks and drinking Cokes. Unsurprisingly for four teenage boys, the conversation eventually turned to dick size.
“Size is overrated,” Jorge said, pulling a marshmallow out of the fire and smearing it between a graham cracker and a piece of chocolate to make a s’more.
“Seriously.”
“It’s funny,” Greg said, “I’ve never heard a guy with a big dick say that.” He grinned cockily. “How small is your pito, Jorge?”
Jorge scoffed and handed him the s’more. “You’d be surprised.”
Greg chuckled and savored the sweet, sticky treat. “Well, show it to us. I dare you.”
Jorge laughed. “Dares go first.”
“No problem,” Greg grinned.
He got up and yanked down his sweatpants, revealing his massive uncut schlong and his big, heavy balls that dangled low in his hairy sack.
The guys stared at Greg’s monster, and Greg reveled in the awestruck expressions on their faces. Thom and Richie had seen Greg’s dick before but every time they saw it, it still filled them with deep respect and adoration, and not a little bit of envy.
“Wow, that’s what I call a hole wrecker,” Jorge said slowly, staring at Greg’s huge tool.
Greg grinned, jerking his cock a couple of times until it was rock hard.
“Nice, huh? Now show us yours.”
Jorge grinned.
“I don’t think I can compete with that, but.…”
His voice trailed off as he got up and revealed his dong. It was a thick, beautiful piece of uncut fuck meat, an impressive 7½ inches long, with a well-proportioned mushroom-shaped head poking out through the foreskin. There was a small patch of wiry black hairs just above the base of Jorge’s dick. Though it wasn’t as big as Greg’s, it was so pretty it drew an appreciative nod from Greg.
“Not bad,” Greg said with a smile.
He had no problem acknowledging an impressive cock on another guy – as long as it wasn’t bigger than his own.
“Looks good on you.”
Jorge blushed.
“Thanks.”
He looked down at his schlong and gave it a loving stroke, making his balls bounce happily inside his sack.
“I’m pretty fond of it.”
Greg chuckled. He turned to Thom.
Thom was biting his lower lip, his eyes darting from Greg’s dick to Jorge’s dick and back again. His mouth was watering and there was a strange feeling in his—
Thom was biting his lower lip, his eyes darting from Greg’s dick to Jorge’s dick and back again. His mouth was watering and there was a strange feeling in his—
“Thom? You daydreaming?” Greg interrupted Thom’s thoughts. “We all know your dick. Wanna show us anyway?”
He glanced at Thom’s crotch where his dick was straining against his jeans.
“Looks like it’s dying to get out of your pants.…”
Thom shrugged his shoulders and pulled down his pants. His rock-hard circumcised dick was 5¼ inches long, while his pubic bush was neatly trimmed. As he freed it from his underwear, his prick smacked against his stomach.
“I was thinking about Tiffany,” he said sheepishly.
Jorge raised his eyebrows. “Tiffany?”
Thom stared at him. “What? I’ve been with her for two months. Just because you haven’t met her yet doesn’t mean that she isn’t a real person.”
Jorge had an amused expression on his face. “I thought her name was Bethany.”
Thom blushed, nervously playing with his hard dick.
“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “No, um, well, that’s a different one. I’m done with Bethany. I’m with Stephanie now.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Tiffany,” Jorge said.
“Yeah,” Thom said quickly. “Tiffany. She’s a great fuck.”
“Damn, you can’t keep track of your girls, huh?”
Greg chuckled, playfully smacking Thom’s dangling plums, making him let out an anguished grunt and double over in pain.
“What about you?” Jorge smiled, turning to Richie. “Let’s see your cock.”
With a swift motion, Jorge yanked down Richie’s basketball shorts, exposing his fat, low-hanging balls and his tiny dick. He had no more than a tiny smattering of hair over his dick, but his little cut cock was just as hard as the other boys’ dicks.
Greg burst out laughing when he saw how tiny Richie’s dick was. Thom tried to stop him, telling him not to be mean, but Greg couldn’t help himself.
“How small is that?” he giggled. “Like three inches?”
“I don’t know,” said Richie, flushing red. “I’ve never measured it.”
“I brought a ruler,” said Jorge, “so we could measure any fish we caught. I’ll go get it and we can measure it and see.”
He went over to his backpack and pulled the ruler out.
“Is your dick totally hard now?” Richie nodded, and Jorge held the ruler up next to it.
“Three and three-quarters inches. Not bad or your age ”
Greg snorted with laughter and said, “Not bad for his age? I was only 11 the first time I measured my dick, and it was already 6 inches back then!”
“No shit?” said Jorge. “How big is it now?”
“Ten inches,” said Greg.
“Bullshit!” said Thom. “You’re lying.”
“Hand me the ruler and I’ll prove it.”
Greg stroked his cock back up fully hard and put the ruler next to it. The three other boys craned their necks to see, and sure enough, the tip of his penis was right next to the 10-inch mark, and the base of the ruler wasn’t even pushed into his skin.
Richie started to sob.
Richie started to sob.
“Hey, hey,” said Thom, “it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You just haven’t finished growing yet. OK, so it’s little now, but it’ll get bigger in the next few years. Just wait and see!”
Richie appreciated the older boy trying to comfort him, but what he didn’t say – what he could never tell anyone – is that he had good reason to doubt that his dick would ever get big. A few months ago, he had overheard a conversation between his older brother Joshua and their dad. Josh was crying, and Richie heard him say, “But it’s not even 4 inches long! And it hasn’t gotten any longer in two years! Can’t the doctors do anything?”
Richie heard their dad reply, “We’ve talked to the doctor already, and he said that while it’s below average, it’s not so small that it’s considered a micropenis. Size isn’t everything, Josh. You can still satisfy a woman with the penis you have. I should know – mine is only 4 inches too! And there’ve been no complaints from your mother, who I did successfully get pregnant twice, don’t forget!”
Richie had tiptoed away after that, crushed by the realization that small dicks ran in his family. So Thom’s words of encouragement rang somewhat hollow for him. Richie pulled his shorts back up, mumbling something unintelligible.
“Don’t worry,” Jorge said, tenderly putting his arm around Richie’s shoulder. “Like I said, size is overrated.…”
They sat by the fire for a while, eating s’mores, listening to some of Greg’s tall tales. The stories all sprang entirely from his imagination, but he was telling them as if they had really happened. None of them were naïve enough to believe Greg’s bullshit, but they good-naturedly went along with it, pretending Greg’s fantasies had actually happened.
How his hole-wrecker had knocked out an aspiring beauty queen’s front teeth, ruining her career.
“You should have seen her face,” Greg recounted to riotous laughter. “She didn’t become a beauty queen but, boy, she knows how to suck a dick without those teeth!”
How he had fucked a hot MILF teacher on her wedding anniversary.
“When her husband came home with this big bunch of roses, he had no idea I had just bred his wife,” Greg chuckled, “I wonder if he tasted my cum when he ate her pussy.…”
How he made girls suck his dick after fucking their asses.
“It’s easy,” Greg shrugged his shoulders. “I tell them: My way or the highway. You have no idea how fast they clean that fucking cock!”
His buddies roared with laughter.
***
It was past midnight.
“When her husband came home with this big bunch of roses, he had no idea I had just bred his wife,” Greg chuckled, “I wonder if he tasted my cum when he ate her pussy.…”
How he made girls suck his dick after fucking their asses.
“It’s easy,” Greg shrugged his shoulders. “I tell them: My way or the highway. You have no idea how fast they clean that fucking cock!”
His buddies roared with laughter.
***
It was past midnight.
Richie had fallen asleep in the grass, lying flat on his back, his legs spread wide apart, snoring audibly. Jorge picked up a marshmallow and stared at it. Suddenly, he started giggling.
Thom and Greg looked at him.
“You think I can hit him in the mouth with this?” Jorge held up the marshmallow.
His friends laughed.
Jorge flicked the marshmallow at Richie, missing him by a couple of feet. “Damn.”
Greg chuckled and picked up a pebble, lobbing it at his sleeping buddy. It landed right between Richie’s thighs, narrowly missing the bulge in his basketball shorts.
Thom and Jorge laughed.
“You try hitting his little dick!” Greg said in a hushed voice.
Jorge happily accepted the challenge and fired a small stone at Richie’s crotch. It connected perfectly, smashing into the soft bulge between Richie’s thighs.
Richie’s snoring was interrupted by a sleepy grunt, but he didn’t wake up.
“Let me try!” Thom chuckled before hurling a larger stone at Richie’s balls. It connected with a dull thud, and the guys roared with laughter.
Despite the hard hit and the noise, Richie slept on.
Greg, Thom and Jorge chuckled and looked at each other before quickly picking up as many pebbles as they could find, readying themselves for an extended bulge-bashing contest.
Just when Greg prepared to hit his buddy in the balls, he heard a stirring in the woods.
Just when Greg prepared to hit his buddy in the balls, he heard a stirring in the woods.
His eyes narrowed, trying to spot what was happening.
Suddenly, a cute little weasel appeared, scurrying between Richie’s thighs, its slim tail standing up straight. The critter stopped and rose up on its hind legs, turning its tiny head towards Greg, Thom and Jorge.
“Hey, little guy,” Thom whispered.
For a brief moment, it looked as if the weasel smiled at them.
“Damn, it’s cute,” Jorge mumbled.
There was a moment of silence.
“Do you think it has come to steal Richie’s eggs?” Jorge said with a grin.
Thom burst out laughing.
“Shhh!” Greg hissed. “Let’s see what it’s up to.”
As if on cue, the weasel turned to Richie, facing the small bulge between his legs.
“I bet his package looks huge from that perspective,” Greg quipped.
“Too bad Richie isn’t seeing this,” Thom scoffed. “Finally someone thinks his junk is huge.…”
The guys chuckled.
The weasel looked as if it was sizing up Richie’s package.
Greg clicked his tongue. “You’re looking for a snack, huh?” He clicked his tongue again a couple of times. “Now, where are those eggs?”
Suddenly, the weasel got back on all fours and scrambled into Richie’s basketball shorts.
“Fuck yeah,” Greg laughed. “That’s where they are. You’re a smart cookie.”
They watched as the weasel made its way up Richie’s loose basketball shorts. It sat down right between Richie’s thighs.
“Enjoy your meal,” Greg quipped.
Inside Richie’s shorts, the weasel looked at Richie’s eggs for a moment before settling on the fat right one. Its tiny paws grabbed the fat, warm orb and its mouth opened wide. Then it sunk its sharp little teeth into the big, meaty treat.
“Did you hear that?” Thom whispered.
“I bet he felt that,” Greg chuckled.
A split-second later, Richie’s eyes opened wide and he sat up straight, letting out an ear-piercing scream.
“Yup,” Greg chuckled. “He felt that.”
“Fuuuuuuuck!” Richie squealed as his precious right nut was devoured by the weasel while his buddies were laughing their asses off.
Richie stood up and frantically pulled down his shorts to see what was going on, prompting his buddies to scream with laughter when they saw the weasel feasting on Richie’s right testicle.
“Holy shit!” Thom cried.
“Unbelievable!” Jorge chimed in, tears of laughter running down his face.
“A fucking weasel is eating your fucking eggs!” Greg roared.
“Get it off me! Get it off me!” Richie squealed and grabbed the weasel to pull it off.
“No, don’t pull it off,” Thom started to warn him, “not while your ball is still—”
But Richie had pulled the weasel away from his crotch – with his right testicle still in its mouth.
The spermatic cord tore away as Richie flung the beast to the ground, screaming from the top of his lungs, his soprano wail echoing through the woods, mixing with his buddies’ roaring laughter.
He stared at his crotch, his eyes wide with shock and horror as he saw his bloody ball bag with only one testicle left in it.
“It fucking ate my right nut,” Richie whispered, his face contorted in pain.
“I’ll go get the first aid kit,” Thom started to say, when the weasel suddenly ran back to Richie, jumped up and sank its razor-sharp teeth into the fat left testicle.
“Ouch!” Jorge grimaced in sympathy as Richie’s voice increased in volume and pitch.
“Damn, that cute little thing must be hungry,” Greg quipped, rubbing the front of his shorts.
Watching this spectacle was making his dick hard.
This time Richie knew better than to yank it off him. Instead he tried to pry its mouth open to save his remaining ball. But his fingers were trembling with fear and pain, not to mention slippery with blood, and he was unable to stop the cheeky little weasel from biting into his fat egg over and over again, swallowing the bits of meat with hungry enthusiasm.
Richie wailed and screamed, his eyes rolling back into his head as his sack was emptied by the busy little weasel.
Finally, when nothing was left of Richie’s eggs except for an empty, useless bag of skin, the weasel jumped down and scurried away.
“Bye-bye, little fella,” Thom yelled.
“It was nice meeting you – but don’t come back!” Greg added to roaring laughter.
Richie stared at his crotch, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock.
“Looks like you’re all out of eggs,” Greg quipped. His dick was fully hard and throbbing in his shorts now.
Thom and Jorge chuckled, and now Thom did go and fetch the first aid kit. He applied direct pressure to stop the bleeding, disinfected the wound and taped a gauze bandage over it.
“Damn, I’ll miss hitting you in the nuts,” Greg chuckled, rubbing his bulge and staring at Richie’s groin.
It was a funny sight. His tiny, limp dick looked a little lonely, dangling in front of the bandage.
“Now you’ll never get to fuck anyone,” Jorge grinned.
Richie stared at him.
“Oops,” Jorge smiled sheepishly, biting his lower lip. “You hadn’t thought of that yet, huh?”
Richie stared at him.
“Don’t worry, nothing is as bad as it looks,” Jorge said quickly. “You may not be able to fuck but there’s a lot of other ways to have fun, right?”
Richie stared at him.
“I mean—” Jorge looked at his friends for assistance. “Come on, guys, help me out here.”
“Lots of other ways,” Thom said, trying hard to keep a straight face. “I bet you won’t even miss them.” He burst out laughing. “Sorry, I can’t do this.”
Richie stared at him.
“At least you still got your little dick,” Greg chuckled. “Not that you can do anything with it, now, of course.”
Richie blinked. “I’ll never shoot my load again. And I’ll never have sex.”
“Of course you will,” Jorge said hastily.
“Plenty!” Thom chimed in. “Just … different.”
Seeing the dubious expression on Richie’s face, Greg’s twitching, drooling hard-on told him it needed to have some fun right away. “Come on guys, let’s show him.”
“What?!” Richie shrieked as Greg grabbed him and pulled him up. “What the fuck—”
“You’ll see, it’s fun,” Greg chuckled, playfully smacking Richie’s ass.
Ignoring Richie’s hysterical protests, the guys grabbed him and propped him up on a tree log, his ass up in the air, his limp dick pressed against the rough bark. They tied his hands and feet so that he was hugging the log, screaming and shouting obscenities.
Greg looked around. “Now we need something to lube him up with.”
“Got it!” Thom said cheerfully, running to his tent and bringing back a jar of Vaseline.
Greg and Jorge looked at him.
Greg and Jorge looked at him.
“I brought it in my backpack,” Thom said, handing the jar to Greg. “It’s useful for all sorts of things. You never know, right?”
Greg greased up his monster cock and pushed it against Richie’s virgin boypussy. “This might hurt a bit at first but—”
“No, wait,” Thom said.
He smeared Vaseline over his middle finger and pushed it into Richie’s butt. Richie squealed in pain as Thom added his index finger, pushing both fingers in deep and spreading them apart to dilate the boy’s tight anus. After several thrusts he added the ring finger as well, spreading Richie’s hole so it would have at least some hope of accommodating Greg’s enormous meat.
“Thanks,” Greg chuckled, and patted Richie’s butt. “It might hurt anyway, though. Brace yourself, buddy.
Richie screamed from the top of his lungs as Greg’s 10-inch teen prong entered his virgin ass. Greg slid in and out, his fat, uncut cockhead rubbing against Richie’s prostate over and over again. After several minutes, it stopped hurting so much and Richie was astonished to find that getting buttfucked actually felt sort of good.
After ten minutes, Greg said, “Fuck yeah” and shot a huge load of teen jizz into Richie’s hot boycunt as Thom and Jorge looked on and cheered. He pulled his deflating dick out of Richie’s twat and called, “Next!”
As Greg moved aside, Thom lubed up his boydick and slid it into Richie – the first time it had ever been inside another person.
“Oh fuck, he’s still so tight,” Thom enthused. His 5¼-inch dick was so much smaller than Greg’s that it didn't hurt Richie at all, and Richie just moaned with pleasure as Thom’s dick slid against his joy button.
Greg squatted down by Richie’s head.
“Ooh Richie,” he whispered into the boy’s ear, “you’re liking this, aren’t you? Little fag. Your balls are really no great loss.”
His dick was hard again, so he straddled the log and guided his greasy, cummy schlong into Richie’s mouth. He held onto the boy’s head and fucked his face while Thom continued to fuck his ass.
After a few minutes, Thom gasped and shot his young wad into Richie’s hole.
“Goddamn, you’re a great fuck,” he said to Richie as he pulled out.
Jorge had been stroking and lubing his cock while watching Thom fuck Richie, and easily slid his uncut 7½-inch prick into the boy’s pussy to get “sloppy thirds.” Richie groaned in pleasure and pushed his ass back against his friend’s flat belly. Much to everyone’s surprise, Richie’s cock was rock hard again, his circumcised head rubbing against the rough bark of the tree log he was tied down to. Richie squealed as a dry orgasm – now the only kind he’d ever be able to have – thundered through his body.
Several minutes later Jorge exclaimed, “¡Ay Dios mÃo!” and filled Richie’s cunt with his hot Puerto Rican spooge. Almost simultaneously Greg grunted and shot three or four squirts of thick, creamy jizz into Richie’s mouth, which the younger boy hungrily swallowed.
***
An hour later, everybody was sound asleep.
***
An hour later, everybody was sound asleep.
Greg, Thom and Jorge were lying in their tents, spent and exhausted.
Outside by the campfire site, still tied to the log, Richie was snoring, his nutsack empty, his hole stretched and dripping with cum.
Somewhere else, the weasel was getting some well-deserved rest, its belly full of nutritious boy-eggs.
The moon was shining over the silent forest.
The first day of the boys’ camping trip was over, and nobody knew what nature had in store for them tomorrow.
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Chapter 2 will be up 9 April 2021!
Thanks for posting this, Buster! And thanks for the original idea, Alex!
ReplyDeleteWow! Thanks Mark-Daniel for this spin on me and Alex's original story- I can't wait to see where it goes from here!
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