Man vs. Nature Redux: Chapter 2 - Saturday

This continues from Chapter 1

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Jorge opened his eyes and reached for the bottle of water that was lying next to his sleeping bag. He emptied it with a couple of eager gulps and closed his eyes again.

It had been a short night, and he was still pretty groggy.

He squinted to the side, to the sleeping bag still rolled up next to him.

Where was Richie?

Suddenly, he remembered. Poor, dumb Richie. Losing his nuts to a cute little weasel. What a jerk. He was probably still tied to that log by the campfire site.

Jorge chuckled.

What a night.

He reached between his legs and fondled his fat balls and his raging erection. “Hola compa,” he mumbled as he slowly jerked his dick. Nothing like a good hand job to start the day.
He closed his eyes as he stroked his meaty cock.

Judging from the snoring that came from the other tent, Greg and Thom were still sleeping.
Jorge let out a deep sigh. The birds were singing. In the distance, he heard the rushing of water and the distinct knocking sounds of a woodpecker. The wonders of nature.

Jorge increased the pace. Usually, it didn’t take long for him to shoot his morning load. He had perfected the art of the hand job, partly out of necessity. His balls were always churning with cum, and they needed to be drained on a regular basis.

A couple of months ago, after a skating accident, he had broken his right arm. His jerking arm. A catastrophe. He had been so fucking horny. He had driven his friends mad until Thom had agreed – reluctantly – to help him out, for the sake of peace and quiet. He hadn’t been bad at it. Pretty good, actually. Nevertheless, Jorge had been very happy when the plaster had come off. Now he only employed Thom’s services once or twice a week, out of habit.

Jorge felt his load rising.

The woodpecker had come closer.

Suddenly, there was a shrill shriek.

Jorge sat up in his tent. “The fuck?!”

The screaming continued, and Jorge rushed out of his tent, bare naked, his thick cock smacking against his abs.

Thom and Greg were crawling out of their tent, both of them wearing nothing but their boxers.

“What’s going on?” Greg yawned.

Jorge stared at the log by the campfire site. “Holy shit!”

Greg and Thom joined him, taking in the bizarre scene that was playing out in front of them.
Richie was screaming from the top of his lungs. He was still tied to the log, his legs spread wide, his nutless sack dangling between his thighs. The woodpecker was sitting on his ass, pecking away at the root of his small, hard cock.

Jorge, Thom and Greg burst out laughing.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Richie yelled as the woodpecker drilled away at his throbbing cock.

“Damn! That woodpecker’s sure peckin’ his wood!” Greg quipped to the roaring laughter of his friends. His dick was hard again and sticking out of the flap in his boxers.

“It’s funny – with his nuts gone I thought he’d never have a boner again,” Thom mumbled, scratching his muscular abs.

The woodpecker was almost done. Richie’s teeny wienie was hanging by a thread.

With a well-placed peck, the woodpecker severed Richie’s little dick from his body, and it landed in the grass with a dull thud.

His buddies roared with laughter as Richie, now completely de-sexed, was screaming from the top of his lungs.

“Well, looks like you’re right,” Greg mused. “He’ll never have a boner again.…” His own boner throbbed and oozed a little precum.

Thom and Jorge laughed.

“Look, it’s moving,” Jorge shrieked with laughter, pointing at Richie’s severed dick that seemed to have a life of its own.

Thom went to get a closer look. “It’s fire ants! They’re probably bringing it to their anthill.”

“I bet it’ll make a pretty impressive pillar in the royal hall,” Greg laughed.

He glanced at Jorge’s rock-hard dick and chuckled. “Be careful, buddy, they might need a second column to match!”

Jorge let out a cackling laugh and grabbed his dick by the root. “Come and get it, you miserable fucking crawlers!”

The woodpecker turned its head, obviously attracted to Jorge’s distinctive laugh.

Jorge was oblivious to the danger, and he continued joking as the ants disappeared under a nearby tree stump, carrying Richie’s detached cock.

“Be careful, though – this one’s a lot bigger than the other one!”

The three handsome boys roared with laughter.

Suddenly, the woodpecker attacked, heading right for Jorge’s crotch.

With a single peck, it pierced Jorge’s fat left nut.

Jorge’s cackling laugh stopped immediately as his eyes widened in surprise and pain.

“¡Hijo de puta! ¡Mi cojón!” he screamed and fell to the ground, his legs spread and his nuts lying flat against the hard earth.

He tried to bat the woodpecker away, but it started to go for his right nut. He quickly covered that with his right hand, so the bird began to peck at his dick. He covered his cock with his left hand, leaving his left nut with no protection.

The woodpecker then started mercilessly pecking at the exposed nut. Ten times a second for thirty seconds it pierced Jorge’s testicle all over with its hard beak, stabbing over and over and over again till the scrotum looked like a small kitchen strainer with red pulp oozing out of every hole. Jorge was bellowing in fear and agony, while Greg and Thom were practically pissing themselves laughing.

They were laughing so hard they could barely breathe as the woodpecker grabbed the mushy remains of Jorge’s fat, meaty testicle in its beak and flew away to feed its young.

“M-m-my n-n-n-nut!” Jorge stuttered, staring at his crotch. His erection withered rapidly, as if it was mourning the loss of a dear friend.

His buddies thought that Jorge’s half-filled sack looked hilarious.

Even Richie’s foul mood improved as he burst out laughing at his buddy’s misfortune.

“Now the laugh’s on you!” Richie yelled cheerfully, momentarily forgetting about the yawning void in his crotch.

“At least I have a nut and a dick left!” Jorge spat, shaking his remaining equipment at his buddy.

Richie let out an annoyed grunt. “Fuck you! Come on, guys, untie me!”

Greg went to let Richie free while Thom got out the first aid kit again, this time for both Richie and Jorge. But as Greg approached Richie, he couldn’t help but notice his buttcheeks were spread slightly and his little pink hole was visible, still glistening with lube and cum from the night before. Greg grinned and dropped his boxers. He moved behind Richie and put his enormous cockhead up against the boy’s pussy, smearing his precum around the opening.

“Sorry, kid, but watching you lose your tiny li’l dicklet like that made me so fuckin’ horny.” And he pushed the whole head in, causing Richie to yelp and then moan as the huge fuckstick slid against his prostate.

Thom had finished bandaging Jorge’s nutsack and Jorge was resting in his tent. Thom approached the log to take care of Richie’s new wound but saw that the boy’s south end was otherwise occupied at the moment. So instead, he just undid the ropes around Richie’s hands and feet while the boy was getting fucked; then he dropped his shorts to expose his boner, sat down on the log in front of Richie’s face, and stuck his dick in the blond boy’s mouth. Richie hummed happily and held Thom’s dick by the base while bobbing his head up and down on the thin shaft. An orgasm rocked Richie’s young body as he got spit-roasted by two of his three best friends in the world.

Thom was next, spewing a hot load of teen cum into Richie’s mouth. Richie swallowed it all down, then looked up at Thom and smiled sweetly when he was suddenly overcome by yet another anal orgasm. Moments later, Greg shoved his dick all the way into Richie’s bowels and started breeding the sexless boy with his precious seed. When he finished, he pulled out, and he and Thom switched places. Thom knelt behind Richie’s spread legs to bandage his injury, while Greg moved in front to have Richie lick his cock clean of cum and ass juices. As soon as the wound was clean and the bandage in place, Thom spread Richie’s buttcheeks open and started licking up and down the crack, cleaning all of Greg’s cum off the cute little hole and pushing his tongue inside to eat up as much of the teen god’s goo as he could get.
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An hour later, all four boys were sitting by the campfire, heating up some beans for breakfast.

“Anybody want a sausage?” Greg asked.

“I’m good, thanks,” Thom said, munching away on the lukewarm beans.

“Me too,” Jorge chimed in.

Greg looked at Richie and grinned. “What about you? You look like you’re all out of sausage.…”

“Very funny,” Richie mumbled as his buddies roared with laughter.

After they had finished eating, Greg suggested they all go down to the lake to go swimming. Jorge and Richie declined, saying they didn’t want to get their bandages wet or risk infection by getting lake water in their wounds, so Greg and Thom went together.

After they were gone, Richie said to Jorge, “So, you had a pretty big hard-on there before the woodpecker attack. Have you shot a load yet today?”

“Not yet, no.”

“Why don’t I take care of that for you?” Richie said and sank to his knees in front of Jorge.

He opened the Hispanic boy’s fly and hauled out his big uncut fuckstick, which was already at half-mast and dripping juicily.

“Mmmm!” moaned Richie and ran his tongue up the Jorge’s long, fat, veiny shaft. He slid his tongue under the foreskin and licked all around, sucking up all of Jorge’s precum. Jorge put his hands on the back of Richie’s head and pushed his cock deep into the boy’s mouth.

“Sí, putito, ¡chúpame la verga!” he whispered as he slid his schlong in and out, fucking Richie’s warm, wet mouth. Richie hummed happily around the big cock, while Jorge reamed his throat, his remaining ball slapping the boy’s chin.

Three minutes later he said, “I’m gonna come soon. You want me to shoot in your mouth?”

Richie pulled off Jorge’s cock and looked up at him. “No. I have a better idea.…”
***
When Greg and Thom arrived at the lake, they stripped naked and walked into the water. It was clear and cold and felt great on their naked skin.

Being teenage boys, they naturally started wrestling and playfighting in the water. Greg gently flicked Thom’s balls a couple of times, and Thom retaliated with a hard punch to Greg’s big stones. “Oof!” said Greg, doubling over.

“No fair, that really hurt!” And he aimed a punch of his own at Thom’s nuts, but Thom was able to parry it and rack Greg’s balls again, making the muscular stud gasp and double over.

“Not as much as what that weasel did to Richie last night!” Thom giggled. “It’s funny,” he went on, “yesterday the weasel, today the woodpecker – looks like nature has it in for Richie.”

Greg, who had recovered from Thom’s nutpunch, got out of the water and sat down at the water’s edge on a flat rock. Thom followed and sat down next to him.

“Richie’s an idiot,” Greg said. “Didn’t know how to use his equipment anyway, right?”

Thom grinned. “Yeah.” He stretched his limbs and yawned. “But he’s got a nice tight ass. I wanna eat him out and fuck him again later.”

Greg chuckled. “You liked that, huh?”

“Yeah. But now I just wanna lay out and catch some rays.”

Thom lay down on the rock in the sunshine, his naked body outstretched as he tanned his torso. He began to drift off, and a few moments later he was snoring, dreaming about getting spit roasted. In the dream, Greg was fucking his ass and Jorge was fucking his mouth, while Richie was eating his balls with sharp, weasellike teeth.

Greg watched his best friend, an amused expression on his face as he saw Thom’s dick fatten and grow. The sun was high in the sky, and Thom’s erection was acting as a sundial. Greg chuckled. Thom was going to get a nasty case of sunburn on his thin boydick. Since his friend had fallen asleep, Greg put on his clothes and shoes and decided to go for a walk around the forest.

Fifteen minutes later, when Greg returned, he saw a strange sight. There was a river otter standing next to Thom, looking at his 5¼ inch cut erection curiously. For a moment, Greg thought about waking his friend. Then again, he was curious what the otter was up to.
It sniffed Thom’s cock, and must have thought it smelled like fish, because it bared its sharp teeth and dug them deep into the root. But at the exact same moment that the otter’s teeth sank into Thom’s dick, his wet dream reached its climax; his cum shot into the air right as his dick was getting bitten off.

Greg laughed out loud and his own dick was instantly hard.

Thom was rudely awakened as the otter gnawed away at his boner, and he screamed from the top of his lungs, his eyes widening in shock and pain. He tried to beat the otter away, but an otter, unlike a weasel or a woodpecker, is a big animal, and it just glared at him. Within seconds, his dick was detached from his crotch and in the otter’s mouth, leaving Thom with just his plump, round balls dangling low in his sack.

“Nooooooooooooo!” Thom yelled, his face filled with horror as the otter made off with his severed cock, disappearing into the lake.

Greg roared with laughter.

“What the fuck was that?!” Thom gasped, staring at his groin.

Greg shrugged his shoulders. “It took your wiener,” he chuckled.

“But—” Thom blinked. “But—”

“I guess you won’t be fucking Richie later after all,” Greg grinned. “At least you can still eat him out, though.”

Thom stared at him.

Greg grabbed Thom’s T-shirt and used it to apply direct pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. Just for fun, from time to time he also applied direct pressure to Thom’s plump nuts, squishing them against the rock Thom was lying on. Thom shrieked in pain and begged him to stop.

“No way, man, I can’t let you bleed out,” Greg chuckled, punching Thom’s nuts twice more each for good measure. Thom howled in pain and tried to curl into a ball to protect his nuts, but Greg had him pinned down so he couldn’t.

When the bleeding had stopped, Greg stood up, while Thom remained on his knees on the ground. Greg looked down at Thom, rubbed his still-hard cock through his shorts and said, “I just saved your life, you know. You could have bled to death if it weren’t for me. Don’t I deserve a little thank-you?” He pushed his shorts down and rubbed his big, hard dick against Thom’s face, leaving a trail of precum all over the boy’s nose and lips.

Thom opened his mouth and Greg pushed his dick in. Thom had never given a blowjob before (except in his own fantasies) but seemed to know instinctively what to do. He covered his teeth with his lips and swirled his tongue all around the massive cockhead. He suckled on the foreskin and pushed his tongue inside it. Much to his surprise, sucking Greg’s cock had a calming effect on him. He no longer noticed the pain in his crotch. He felt warm and happy this way.

Thom had had a crush on Greg for years and knew that this was the right place for him to be: on his knees, submissively worshipping the teen god’s massive member. He felt like nothing in the world could hurt him as long as Greg’s dick was in his mouth. He knew too that he was inferior to Greg and deserved all of the pain his best friend had ever inflicted on him. Greg was entitled to hit, punch, kick and knee Thom’s balls whenever and however hard he wanted. That’s what Thom was put on the Earth for. Being the object of Greg’s sadistic inclinations was Thom’s function in life.

Soon Greg came in Thom’s mouth. The boy choked a bit at first, then swallowed as quickly as he could. He wanted to drink every drop of semen that Greg’s huge balls produced. Finally the flood of cum came to an end and Greg pulled his dick out of Thom’s mouth. Thom continued to lick at it, cleaning up the last few clinging traces of cum until Greg gently pushed him away and pulled his shorts back up.

“Come on, I can’t wait to tell the others,” Greg said. “It isn’t often that you see a real otter at the lake, right?”

***
When they got back to camp, they grinned at the sight that greeted them. Jorge was lying on his back, with Richie riding his cock in the cowgirl position. Jorge had his hands firmly on Richie’s waist, holding him in place while Richie bounced up and down, whimpering “Oh yeah, God yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

He stopped and trembled all over as Jorge yelled and shot a huge load of teen jizz deep into Richie’s ass. Richie collapsed on top of Jorge’s chest, and the boys kissed tenderly for a moment before Richie rolled off him.

“Oh, hey y’all!” Jorge said to the amused Greg and Thom, noticing them for the first time. “Can you believe it? No dick and no balls, but this little puto is still super horny. As soon as y’all left, he went down on me. I’ve been going back and forth between his mouth and his ass the whole time you were gone. Turns out losing all your sex organs doesn’t diminish your sex drive, right, you little slut?”

Richie giggled a “yes.”

“Well, that’s reassuring,” Thom said ruefully.

“Why, what happened?” asked Richie. And Greg proceeded to tell them the entire story of Thom and the otter. By the end, Jorge and Richie were laughing hysterically.

“Holy fucking shit!” Richie laughed. “I’d hate to be you! You’ve still got the cum factory but not the dispenser!”

Thom shot him an angry look and aimed to punch him in the crotch before remembering that Richie’s naked crotch was as smooth and sexless as a Ken doll’s.

Richie roared with laughter. “No balls, fucker!” He retaliated with a nutpunch of his own, crunching Thom’s dangling balls into his body and making him let out an anguished grunt as he collapsed on the ground.

His buddies were laughing their asses off.
***
That night, Thom had been quiet most of the time they were sitting around the campfire, contemplating the loss of his penis. Although he had shot his load twice this morning – once in Richie’s mouth and once again at the exact moment that damn otter bit into his dick, that was almost nine hours ago now, and nine hours without ejaculating is a very long time for a teenager. He was horny as fuck; his fat teenage balls were teeming with cum but there was no way to get it out.

Finally he spoke up, explaining his dilemma to his friends. He concluded by saying, “So anyway, I was wondering if y’all would help me.”

“Help you how?” asked Jorge.

Barely whispering, Thom answered, “the way we helped Richie last night. You won’t have to tie me up.”

“Fuck yeah!” said Greg, his eyes gleaming.

“We’ll be happy to help you out!” Jorge nodded in agreement.

While the other boys stripped, Jorge fetched two pillows from his tent. He handed one to Thom and told him to lie on his back. Putting the pillow under his head, Thom did so; then Jorge told him to pull his legs back and slipped the other pillow under Thom’s butt. Then he got naked too.

In the meantime, Greg had gotten the Vaseline and was lubing up his enormous tube steak.

“Fuck, I’m looking forward to this!” he said and started spreading the lube on Thom’s tight virgin butthole, pushing the lube inside with his fingers. He remembered how Thom had dilated Richie’s hole last night and did the same for Thom now.

“Richie, will you help me out too?” Thom said.

“How? I can’t fuck you, I don’t have a dick anymore, remember?”

“I know. Come sit on my face. I wanna eat you out again.”

Facing Greg, whose rock-hard, 10-inch uncut cock was twitching against Thom’s taint, Richie straddled his friend’s head and squatted down so his ass cheeks spread open and his hole touched the older boy’s lips. Thom stuck his tongue out and started licking the clean, hairless boypussy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” said Greg and slid the tip of his cock into Thom’s tight virgin hole. Thom moaned and started tonguing Richie deeper and faster to distract himself from the pain of his deflowering. Jorge walked up to Richie and slid his cock into the boy’s mouth while watching Greg push deeper into Thom. Richie swirled his tongue around Jorge’s dickhead, pushing it under the foreskin to get at the tasty precum, while thrilling to feel of Thom’s tongue burrowing deep into his snatch.

Inch by inch Greg’s massive meat sank into Thom’s hole until he was all the way in, his wiry pubes rubbing against Thom’s nutsack. Then he started to thrust, pulling his dick out several inches before plowing back in all the way. Over and over again Greg deep-dicked his best friend, holding onto Thom’s thighs and grunting like a rutting moose. Thom was moaning with pain and ecstasy while continuing to tongue-fuck Richie, who in turn had swallowed Jorge’s thick dick all the way to the root.

Eventually Jorge pulled out, saying, “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth, cariño; I gotta save my load for Thom’s ass.”

“OK, but at least kiss me then.”

Jorge kneeled down on the ground and started making out with Richie, pushing his tongue into Richie’s mouth and sucking on the boy’s tongue. Watching the two of them swap spit turned Greg on so much that after just three more thrusts he shot a huge load of hot, creamy spunk deep into Thom’s bowels. After ten spurts, he was finally spent and pulled his wet dick, still half-hard, out of his best friend’s ass.

He stood up and said to Jorge, “You’re up, One-Nut!”

Jorge pulled his tongue away from Richie’s uvula and stood up. “Don’t call me that,” he said, and deftly kneed Greg hard in the balls. The older boy squealed and collapsed on the ground in pain, and Richie guffawed. While Greg caught his breath, Jorge lubed up his 7½-inch, fat, veiny cock, knelt down and lined it up with Thom’s bussy, which was still stretched open and dripping with Greg’s cum. He eased his cock in, letting the uncut head slide against the boy’s prostate, causing Thom (who was still hungrily eating Richie’s ass) to moan loudly.

Greg soon recovered from the nutshot, got up off the ground and walked over to Richie. “Here, Ken-Doll,” he said, pulling his foreskin back, “suck my cock clean.” Richie gratefully complied, wrapping his plump, luscious lips around Greg’s dickhead and lapping up the tasty mixture of cum and ass juices. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for the stud to get fully hard again, and he grabbed Richie’s head and started fucking his throat.

With 10 inches of prime teenage beef lodged in his gullet, the boy started to gag and retch, so Greg pulled halfway out and said, “Just relax your throat muscles. Breathe deeply through your nose and don’t let your throat try to fight against the cock.”

He slowly slid his dick all the way back in and rocked back and forth while continuing to hold the younger boy’s head. After about five minutes his balls rose up in their sack and emptied their load straight down Richie’s throat – a smaller load than went up Thom’s pussy, but still quite an impressive amount. Richie continued to lick and suck as Greg pulled out, so when the cock was finally free of the boy’s mouth, it was wet and slick with saliva, but completely clean of cum.

Greg squatted down, put his mouth up to Richie’s ear and whispered something in it. He stood up. “OK?”

“Got it,” said Richie and winked at him conspiratorially, still enjoying Thom’s swirling, prodding tongue in his cunt.

In a few minutes, Jorge gasped “¡Me vengo!” as he came copiously into Thom’s spasming cooze, and Thom replied, “Me too, I gotta cum, I gotta cum!”

Richie exchanged a glance with Greg, clasped his hands together into a large fist, and brought them down with all his strength directly onto Thom’s right testicle. At the exact same moment, Greg did the exact same thing to Thom’s left nut. Both balls were squashed completely flat against the boy’s pelvis, and an enormous quantity of teen jizz shot out of the hole where Thom’s dick had once been. Thom screeched and howled in excruciating agony, while the other three boys laughed at him.

“There, Dickless,” said Greg, “we shot your load for you!”

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Chapter 3 will be up tomorrow 10 April!