Man vs. Nature Redux: Chapter 3 - Sunday

This is continued from Chapter 2

The next morning, Jorge woke up to the feeling of a warm mouth surrounding his cock. He looked down his flat belly and saw Richie holding his erection in his little hand and bobbing his head up and down on it.

“Good morning, cutie!”

Richie pulled off his dick long enough to say, “G’mornin’,” then licked back down the long shaft to Jorge’s ball, which he took in his mouth and sucked. He pushed Jorge’s legs a little further apart and moved down. He licked from the single nut to Jorge’s taint, running his tongue up and down, enjoying the spicy, salty taste of the Puerto Rican boy’s crotch. He licked further down till his tongue found Jorge’s brown pucker, licked all around it and then pushed his tongue inside.

“Oh sí, ¡cómeme el culo!” Jorge hissed in pleasure at getting his first ever rimjob. Richie was happy to oblige and wiggled his tongue all around, digging as deep as could, his nose buried in the Puerto Rican boy’s sweaty taint. Jorge’s cock was rock hard and drooling precum out of his ample foreskin.

After several minutes of this, Jorge said, “OK sexy boy, it’s your turn,” and rolled Richie flat on his back, pushing his legs up to his chest. He spread the boy’s cheeks and stared for a moment at the pretty pink asterisk, then dived in tongue first. Richie cooed and squirmed as Jorge’s warm, slimy tongue penetrated him, getting his hole slick and dilated for the main event. Back and forth, in and out, round and round went the tongue, making Richie whimper with ecstasy.

Eventually Jorge pulled his tongue out, wetted his middle finger and slid that in. He petted the younger boy’s prostate with his finger and asked, “Do you have the Vaseline?”

Richie’s hand groped on the tent floor next to the sleeping bag till it found the jar. Smiling bashfully, he handed it to Jorge, who lubed up Richie’s tight, wet hole and then spread the excess on his long, uncut cock. Assuming the missionary position over Richie, Jorge slid his dick home, all the way into the boy’s hungry pussy in one thrust.

Richie gasped and pulled Jorge’s head down to his own so they could make out while Jorge fucked him. For 10 minutes the fat Puerto Rican prick slid in and out till an orgasm took hold of Richie’s body, making him shudder all over. Not long after, Jorge grunted and he bred his boy, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into Richie’s hot love canal.

Jorge collapsed on top of Richie and the pair kissed deeply, the older boy’s dick still parked inside the younger boy’s rectum. “I love y—” Richie started to say, then quickly caught himself and finished the sentence with “your cock in my ass.”

***
In the other tent, Thom did not wake up in a good mood. He had slept poorly, due firstly to the pain of his impromptu penectomy by on otter that was almost certainly not a qualified surgeon, secondly to the agony of being deflowered by Greg’s thick 10-inch cock and thirdly to the almost unbearable torment of having Greg and Richie simultaneously punch his nuts to force him to ejaculate. At least he didn’t have blue balls anymore, he thought glumly; instead, he had black-and-blue balls.

Greg, on the other hand, was in a fantastic mood. Since arriving at the campsite, he had witnessed each of his friends lose at least one piece of their manhood, while he himself still had all the parts he was born with. And watching his buddies lose dicks and balls to wild animals turned him on way more than he would ever have expected. Deep down he hoped that both Jorge and Thom would soon be as completely sexless as Richie was. But he wouldn’t do it himself; that would be cheating. No, he would just wait to see what the woodland critters had planned.

And to top it off, he had had a great time the night before, shooting one load up Thom’s virgin cunt and another down Richie’s throat, topping it off by pounding one of Thom’s testicles – which was really his favorite hobby. He had slept like a log and woke up feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day.

After breakfast, the guys were sitting around the campfire, shirtless, the morning sun warming their skin.

Thom let out a miserable sigh. “I can’t believe there’s only two dicks and five balls left among our whole group. This is so depressing. I wanna go home.”

Jorge looked up. His passionate brown eyes darted to Thom and he ran his hand through his curly brown hair. Then he nodded slowly and reached inside his boxer shorts, fondling his junk. The cute young teen liked to call himself “The Puerto Rican Fuck Machine” – but after losing a testicle his machine had started stuttering. “Yeah, me too,” he said. “I wanna go home.”

Thom and Jorge turned to their friend Richie, sitting there in cargo shorts that had absolutely no bulge in the front. Richie ran his hand through his short blond hair and shrugged his shoulders. “Fine by me.”

“Guys, guys, guys,” Greg chuckled, playfully smacking Jorge in the groin, nailing his single nut dead-on and making him double over and groan in pain.

“Look at you! You’re a bunch of wimps! First of all, how? Diego’s not coming to pick us up till tomorrow afternoon, and we don’t have any phones to call him and ask him to come earlier. And even if we could go home now, what for? So y’all lost a few balls and a couple of dicks – that’s all it takes for you to run home to your mommies?”

Greg laughed. With a mean grin, he imitated his friends’ voices as he mocked them, rubbing his eyes as if he were crying. “Wah wah wah, I miss my little dick. Boo hoo hoo, one of my nuts is gone, what am I gonna do? Wah wah wah, no dick, no balls, I hate my life. Boo hoo fuckin’ hoo!”

His friends looked at him, shifting uncomfortably.

“It’s easy for you to talk,” Thom mumbled, tugging at his ballsack.

Greg looked at him and laughed. “What?! Are you serious?!”

“Of course I am,” Thom said defiantly. “You’ve still got your dick and both of your nuts!”

Jorge and Richie nodded their heads in agreement.

Greg let out a sigh.

“Which means, of course, that I have the most to lose!” He pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his huge, meaty cock and his mammoth pair of low-hanging balls.

“Look at that prime meat!” he said, jerking his uncut dick a couple of times until it was rock-hard. He smacked it with the palm of his hand, making the bulbous head slap against his perfect abs.

“That would be a feast for all those wild beasts out there!”

He grabbed his nutsack by the neck and weighed his plump, heavy nuts in his hand. “Look at these juicy fucking nuts. I bet somewhere there’s a weasel or a woodpecker licking their lips hoping to snatch these tasty treats.”

Jorge, Richie and Thom stared at Greg’s junk with awe.

“And do you think I’m scared?!” Greg smiled. “Do you think I wanna go home?!”

There was a moment of silence.

“No?” Richie asked.

“No! Of course not!” Greg laughed, smacking Thom in the face with his dick.

“This is our survival weekend!” He walked up to Jorge and rubbed his nutsack in his face. “We’re here to survive it, right?” He smiled at Richie, grabbed him by the nose and shoved his dick down his throat, making him choke as it tickled his tonsils.

“Let’s have some fucking fun!”

Greg held Richie’s head in place as his huge cock plunged into the boy’s throat. Richie had by now had considerable practice sucking big cocks and quickly accommodated the monster that was filling his mouth. He swirled his tongue all around the shaft while looking up into Greg’s eyes. He bobbed his head back and forth as Greg fucked his face.

“Fuck yeah, Ken-Doll,” said Greg, “you’re getting good at this. You been givin’ him lessons, One-Nut?”

This time Jorge didn’t object to the nickname and just whispered, “Yeah.”

“I don’t blame you. This little pussyboy has a grade A mouth!” He kept on plowing his cock into the blond’s mouth for another five minutes or so before he groaned,

“Oh yeah” and unloaded a whole night’s worth of baby batter down Richie’s throat.

“Yeah bitch, swallow all that cum. Swallow every bit of it.” And Richie eagerly complied.

But when he had finished cumming, Greg left his dick in Richie’s mouth. Richie tried to pull off, but Greg held his head in place and said, “No, pussyboy, keep it in your mouth a little longer. Wait for it … Aaah.”

An acrid stench filled the air as Greg pissed into Richie’s mouth.

“Swallow all of that too, bitch. Every drop.”

Thom and Jorge burst out laughing as Greg’s piss leaked out of the sides of Richie’s mouth and down his bare chest. Greg pissed continuously for about two minutes, and Richie had trouble keeping up. He swallowed as much as could, but a whole lot of piss spilled out all over his chest and his shorts and the ground. When Greg finally pulled his dick out of Richie’s mouth, the boy gasped for air, coughing and spitting.

“Fuck, dude! What’d you do that for? That tasted awful!”

Greg just laughed at him and said, “Sorry, Ken-Doll. When you gotta go, you gotta go. I gotta say, though, I’d never do that to a girl. It’s too demeaning.”

Thom and Jorge laughed again, and this time even Richie couldn’t suppress a smirk.

“Now, are y’all ready to have some fun?” Greg yelled, thumping his chest.

“Yeah!” his buddies roared, getting up and raising their hands in the air.

“Are we gonna go home today?” Greg screamed.

“No!” his buddies hollered.

“Fucking right!” Greg yelled, jumping up and down, his pants around his ankles, his dick dripping with Richie’s spit.

Thom got up and walked over to a tree stump several yards away from the campfire.

“Hey guys, c’mere. See that that tree stump over there?” There’s a fire ant mound under it. That must be where they took Richie’s dick to!”

The other boys come over and looked at the tree stump. The ground all around it was swarming with fire ants.

“I got an idea,” said Greg. “I dare every one of you who still has a dick to stick it in the crack at the bottom of the tree stump and leave it in for a full minute.”

Thom and Richie blinked.

“That means you, One-Nut!” Greg laughed, pointing at Jorge. “The Puerto Rican Fuck Machine – are you man enough?”

Jorge chuckled nervously. “Dares go first,” he said, as Greg knew he would.

Greg grinned and walked over to the tree stump, followed by his buddies. He lay down on the ground in front of the tree stump and lined his dick up with the hole. The fat mushroom head of Greg’s enormous schlong looked almost too big to fit into the hole, and the fire ants were already starting to crawl on it.

Seeing that Thom was wearing his watch, Greg said, “Hey, Dickless, time me.”

Thom looked at his watch and said, “OK, get ready … and … now!”

Smiling confidently, Greg thrust his dick balls-deep into the hole.

“Ohhhhhh, feels just like a pussy!” he moaned, humping the tree stump. “Oh, yeah, take my fucking dick!”

His friends were roaring with laughter as Greg fucked the hole, hamming it up with exaggerated moaning and groaning. “Fuck, yeah! That’s it! Take it all, baby!”

Suddenly, after about ten seconds, Greg froze. “Shit!” he whispered.

His buddies stopped laughing, staring at him, their eyes open wide in terror.

“What’s up?” Jorge said, a worried expression on his face.

“Those ants are really stinging me now – Aaaarrrgh!” Greg let out a load groan, his face contorted in agony. “Fuck that hurts!”

His friends watched him and started to laugh as his body twitched and he screamed from the top of his lungs.

“It stings! It stings!” Greg roared, his face a mask of pain. His hips were moving, thrusting, as if he was still humping the tree stump. But the look on Greg’s face made it very clear that his pleasure had turned to pain.

“How much longer, Thom?” he whimpered. In his pain he forgot to use the new demeaning nickname.

“Forty seconds.”

“Oh God, I don’t know if I can last that long. Whose stupid idea was this, anyway?”

“Yours, idiot,” Thom laughed. He looked over at Jorge and saw he looked worried. That made sense though – Jorge was up next. What Thom couldn’t understand is why Richie looked so worried. After all, Richie’s dick was already down in that mound somewhere; he didn’t have to risk it again.

“Thirty seconds.”

Greg was desperately trying not to just pull his dick out of the burning mound of torture that the hole in the tree stump had become. As bad as the pain was, there was no way he was going to pussy out on a dare, especially one he had thought up himself.

“Twenty more seconds,” Thom said. “You can do it, big guy. Hold on!”

But Greg was just screaming in pain. “My balls! Now they’re stinging my fucking balls too! I can’t take much more of this!”

“Ten more seconds, Greg. Nine. Eight. Seven.” Jorge and Richie were counting down with Thom now. “Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. You’re done, you can pull out!”

“Yes!” Greg yelled and stood up. He quickly brushed the ants off his cock and balls, which were red and badly inflamed. “Damn, that hurt like a motherfucker. Your turn, One-Nut,” Greg chuckled and pointed at the tree stump.

“Sixty seconds.”

Jorge grimaced, looking at the throbbing red welts on Greg’s meat. “I dunno.” He bit his lower lip, his face contorting as he prepared for the same pain.

“You’re not gonna chicken out, are you?” Greg chuckled and playfully kicked Jorge’s crotch, catching his single nut dead-on and making him groan in pain.

He doubled over, rubbing his crotch, as Thom and Greg burst out laughing.

But Richie looked serious. “Don’t do it, babe, please!” he begged. “I got a bad feeling about this.”

“Hey, querido, it’ll be OK,” answered Jorge. “I gotta go through with it; it’s a dare!”

Thom and Greg exchanged baffled looks. Thom silently mouthed the words “‘Babe’?

‘Querido’?” and looked back and forth between Jorge and Richie.

“All right,” Jorge said, eyeing the hole in the tree stump while dropping his pants and revealing his fat, semi-hard cock, which he stroked to full erection. His nut was dangling low in his sack all by itself, looking a little lonely.

“Tell him when to start, Dickless,” Greg grinned. “Make sure you get it in there balls-deep – I mean, ball-deep!”

Thom said, “Get ready … and … now!” and Jorge inhaled deeply and shoved his dick into the hole. He looked far less confident than Greg had, and yelped as the stinging started instantly.

“How does it feel?” Greg grinned.

Jorge mumbled something unintelligible.

“Think of all those angry little ants in there,” Greg chuckled, placing his hand on his buddy’s shoulder. “I mean, they were probably intimidated by the size of my dick but now that they see yours, I bet they’re hopping mad about the intrusion into their home.” A mean grin spread on his face as he whipped his dick against Jorge’s naked thighs.

Suddenly, Jorge tensed. “Shit,” he whispered. “I think there’s something crawling over my cock. Something a lot bigger than an ant.”

Greg laughed and asked Thom for the time.

“Fifty seconds left.”

“Hear that, One-Nut? You gonna chicken out?”

He and Thom started making clucking noises, causing Jorge to frown. But Richie still looked very worried.

“Fuck y’all,” Jorge said, shifting uncomfortably. Suddenly, his face contorted in pain and he let out a squeal that made Thom and Greg laugh out loud. “The fuck was that?” he groaned.

“That wasn’t an ant!”

“Forty seconds left,” Thom giggled.

Jorge gritted his teeth. “Damn, that felt like a sting from a bee or something.”

Greg laughed. “A bee?! You think your jizz tastes like honey, huh?”

Thom roared with laughter. Richie continued to look anxious.

“Thirty seconds.”

“Shit,” Jorge grunted. “It’s hurting.”

“Twenty seconds left,” Thom said. Greg grinned and patted his buddy’s shoulder.
Jorge grimaced and groaned. “Fuck! I think it’s going numb.”

“Fifteen seconds,” Thom said.

Greg casually patted Jorge’s back. “How does your dick feel, buddy?”

Jorge’s face was contorted in pain. “It’s fucking hurting!”

“Ten seconds,” said Thom, and Greg and Richie counted down with him.

“Nueve. Ocho. Siete. Seis. Cinco. Cuatro. Tres. Dos. ¡Uno!”

“OK, One-Nut, you can pull your dick out now,” Greg grinned, winking at Jorge. “Let’s see the bee sting….”

Jorge groaned and tried to free his dick, but it was stuck.

“The fuck?!” Jorge moaned, yanking on his cock.

Greg laughed. “Looks like it’s swollen up already.…”

“Fuck!” Jorge grunted, frantically yanking on his cock.

Suddenly, a little scorpion crawled out of the tree stump. It wiggled its sharp, pointy tail and looked at Jorge for a brief moment as if to say, “Surprise!”

Jorge froze.

“Well, apparently it wasn’t a bee after all,” Thom cackled.

Greg burst out laughing. Richie looked like he was about to cry.

“Fuck! The ants are still stinging me! And not just my cock, either, they’re on my ball and all over my legs!”

Jorge screamed as the scorpion leisurely crawled away. Sweat was pouring down his naked body and he yanked and tugged on his trapped dick but it was too swollen to fit through the hole.

“Hmm,” said Greg. “The swelling from scorpion stings usually goes down after half an hour or so, if I remember Boy Scouts correctly. We’ll just have to wait that long.”

“Half an hour?! I can’t lie here on these fucking ants for half an hour!” Jorge sobbed.

“I don’t think you have a choice, One-Nut. Unless … hey Ken-Doll, go get the Vaseline.”

Richie sprinted back to the tent while Jorge said, “Oh yes, thank you! That’s a great idea. We’ll spread Vaseline on it and then it’ll slide right out.”

Richie came back with the jar and handed it to Greg, who squatted down next to Jorge and started spreading Vaseline on his trapped dick, which was not only swollen badly but also covered in angry red splotches from the ant stings.

“OK, try again,” he said.

Jorge tugged and tugged, trying desperately to free himself to no avail as his buddies looked on helplessly.

“I guess we’re just gonna have to wait,” Greg eventually said. “Unless you want me to go get my hunting knife and put your dick out of its misery. I could take your nut, too, so you and Richie would be matching Ken dolls. I’d like that,” he added, rubbing his hard-on through his shorts.

“No!” Jorge and Richie said simultaneously, their eyes widening with terror. Thom smirked, finally understanding what exactly Richie was so worried about and what the significance of “babe” and “querido” was.

“OK, waiting it is. Now then, what can we do to pass the time for the next half hour?” And he looked at the Vaseline stuck to his fingers and got an evil smile on his face. He moved behind Jorge and spread open the boy’s buttcheeks with his left hand while smearing the Vaseline over the tight little chocolate starfish with his right.

He leaned forward and whispered into Jorge’s ear, “Tienes un hermoso culito, mijo.”

“The fuck are you doing? Get off of me!”

“Now, now, One-Nut. I already popped Ken-Doll’s and Dickless’s cherries, it’s only fair that I pop yours too. Right, guys?”

Thom nodded his head vigorously; Richie just looked like a deer in the headlights.
Greg dropped his shorts and started lubing up the whole length of his gigantic fuckstick, stroking it to full hardness with both hands while slathering Vaseline all over it. He wiped the excess on Jorge’s butthole and slid a finger in. He wiggled it around, pulled it out, pushed two fingers in, then three. He pulled his hand out, applied more lube to it and slid four fingers into the Puerto Rican boy’s tight hole.

Realizing he would not be able to stop this (and he wasn’t even sure he wanted to), Richie decided the best he could do for his boyfriend (he was startled when his brain used that word, but it felt right) would be to give him a crash course in bottoming, coaching him on everything he himself had learned in the past 36 hours.

He squatted down next to Jorge, being careful not to kneel in the fire ants. “It’ll be OK, honey. Just relax your ass muscles as much as you can, and when he pushes in, bear down like you’re taking a dump.”

“OK, One-Nut, looks like your time has come,” Greg grinned. “Say bye-bye to your virginity.” With that, he slid his lemon-sized cockhead into Jorge’s butthole. Jorge gasped with pain and Greg chuckled.

“You see? I’m making you forget all about the pain in your dick. You should be grateful to me!” And he slid three more inches in.

“You feel his cock against your prostate? Focus on that feeling,” Richie whispered in Jorge’s ear.

“And don’t tense up your muscles. The more relaxed you are and the more you focus on the pleasure your prostate is feeling, the less it will hurt.”

Jorge did his best to follow instructions as Greg gradually pushed the rest of his massive cock up the boy’s virgin hole. Even though Greg’s dick was still stinging from the fire ants, the warm, damp tightness of Jorge’s ass made it feel really good. He looked down and saw that Richie and Jorge were making out. That turned him on even more and he started pounding Jorge’s bussy even harder. He thrust in over and over and over again, and since he had already cum once down Richie’s throat just an hour or so earlier, his balls weren’t particularly full, and he’d be able to last a long time. He was really starting to get into the rhythm of the fuck now, plowing his monster dick back and forth in the younger boy’s cunt.

Greg’s legs started to get tired. He wanted to change position, but with Jorge trapped in that tree stump, that wasn’t going to be possible. Instead he pulled out and stood up. He looked down and saw that Richie was sweetly trying to brush the ants away from Jorge’s ball and legs.

“Are you done?” asked Jorge. “Has it been half an hour?”

Greg laughed out loud. “Naw, it’s only been – what, Dickless? Five minutes? Ten?”

“Eight,” Thom replied, looking at his watch. “Twenty-two to go.”

“Fuck me,” said Jorge in exasperation.

“All right, all right, I will, just be patient!” said Greg, making Thom and Richie giggle.

He twisted around, cracking his back, and walked around to stretch his legs. After a couple of minutes he lay down again on Jorge’s back and stuffed his cock back into its new home. This happened twice more: seven or eight minutes of fucking, followed by a minute or two of rest for Greg. Poor Jorge, of course, was stuck in exactly the same position the whole time.
Finally, when Thom had just announced three minutes left, Greg seized Jorge tightly by the hips, grunted “Fuck yeah!” and shot his load, painting the boy’s insides with a thick coating of teen alpha-male spunk. He collapsed panting on Jorge’s back for a minute before pulling his dick out.

He moved over in front of Jorge’s face, shoved his dick under the boy’s nose and said, “Clean my cock, bitch.”

Jorge looked disgusted but figured the path of least resistance was the way to go in this predicament. He opened his mouth and started licking up the mixture of semen and santorum on Greg’s dickhead. He was less enthusiastic about this task than Richie had been, but Greg seemed pleased enough with his work.

He took his cock out of Jorge’s mouth and pulled up his shorts just as Thom said, “Time’s up. Try pulling out now, Jorge.”

Unfortunately, due to the intense pain from the scorpion sting, from the fire ants’ stings and from getting cornholed for the first time in his life (and by a truly ginormous cock at that!), Jorge never noticed that the fire ants had given up trying to expel the invader by stinging it. At some point the hive mind decided it would be better to bring it into the mound to feed the larvae. So, for most of the past half-hour, they had been chewing through the root of his cock, and he never suspected a thing.

By the time he moved to pull out, his dick was attached to his body by nothing more than a few nerves and a few slender strips of skin. In addition, half an hour in fact wasn’t nearly enough time for the swelling to go down. There was no way Jorge’s penis would have fit through the hole yet. So when he pulled his hips away, his big, beautiful, 7½ inch uncut cock tore free from his body and stayed inside. The ants swiftly picked it up and carried it deeper into the mound.
Jorge looked down and saw where his dick wasn’t.

“¡Coño! ¡Mi bicho!” he screamed.

Richie noticed it at the same time, hollered “Noooooooo!” and started to cry.

Greg and Thom, however, took one look at Jorge’s dickless crotch and hooted with laughter.

“Fuck yeah!” Greg yelled, punching the air. “This is the best day ever!” Seeing Jorge lose his cock made his own chub up again.

As for Thom, though he laughed to see Jorge to lose his dick, part of him was going to miss it, too. Jorge had only fucked him once, but Thom had really enjoyed it and had been looking forward to getting fucked by Jorge again sometime. Greg’s dick was really too big, and his fucking style really too brutal, but Thom thought Jorge’s dick was just the right size, big without being terrifying, and he was much gentler at fucking than Greg was. Thom really did understand why Richie was so heartbroken to see Jorge’s cock vanish.

With his dick and one of his nuts gone, Jorge’s right testicle was all that remained of his proud, perfect manhood. It dangled between his legs invitingly, and Greg decided to accept the invitation.

He winked at Thom and brought his leg back before kicking Jorge in the crotch from behind, lifting him off the ground and making him squeal from the top of his lungs.

Thom and Greg cried with laughter as they watched Jorge roll back and forth, clutching what was left of his equipment for dear life, shrieking like a banshee. Richie, still weeping, rushed to his side to comfort him.

***
A couple of hours later, when Thom had tended to Jorge’s wound, Jorge finally began to find his peace with the loss of his penis. Richie assured him that he still liked him even without a dick, and that improved his mood considerably.

After lunch, Greg stood up, clapped his hands and said, “All right, I’m gonna go swimming in the lake. Who’s with me?”

After yesterday’s unfortunate encounter with the otter, Thom stayed out of the water, eyeing his surroundings suspiciously and cupping his balls with both of his hands. There was no way he was going to lose his balls as well. He lay back on the sand and drifted off to sleep in the warm sun. He had a very similar dream this time as he had had the day before – in this dream, Greg was fucking his mouth, Jorge still had his dick and was fucking his ass, and Thom himself still had his own dick at first, but Richie was biting it off with sharp, otterlike teeth and giggling maniacally.

While Thom slept, Greg, Richie and Jorge were frolicking naked in the water, laughing and cheering as they splashed each other with water and tried to dunk each other. Whenever they could get close enough, Richie and Jorge would fondle Greg’s cock – which was at least at three-quarter staff the whole time – and squeeze or punch his balls with their fists, making him groan, although neither of them had the hand strength to inflict any lasting pain. Greg tried to retaliate on Jorge’s lone remaining nut, but either Jorge would jump away in time or Richie would get in between them, knowing he was immune to getting racked.

Soon Greg hoisted Richie up and held him face to face with his arms under Richie’s hips. Richie wrapped his legs around Greg’s waist and kissed him deeply on the mouth, taking him by surprise. He seemed to like it though, as his cock stood proudly erect with the head poking between Richie’s buttcheeks. Jorge started swirling his tongue against both the tip of Greg's cockhead and the entrance to Richie’s cute pussy to get them both well lubed. When both were slick and dripping with saliva, Jorge lined Greg’s cock up with Richie’s hole, and Greg started to impale Richie on his monster dick.

Jorge backed up to watch them fuck, then let out an ear-splitting scream.

“¡Una sanguijuela!” he yelled, pointing at a large black blob on Richie’s left buttock. The scream woke Thom, who sat up to see what was going on.

“A what?” said Greg, pulling Richie off his cock and putting him down in the water. He knew a fair amount of Spanish, but this was a new word to him.

“I don’t know the English word. It’s like a worm that sucks your blood!”

“Oh, a leech.”

Richie stepped a few feet away, looked over his shoulder at his butt and casually picked the leech off, then twisted around to look for any others that might be on him. Greg looked down at his own body and plucked two off his muscular thighs. Jorge backed away, wide-eyed; he seemed really scared. Then he looked down at himself and screamed again.

Like a scene from Stand by Me, there was a leech hanging from Jorge’s nut, his only remaining sex organ. Greg laughed at him.

“Just pick it off, One-Nut. They’re not dange—” WHACK!

Unbeknownst to any of the boys, because he was facing them all, Greg had a leech attached to the back of his scrotum. None of the boys saw it, but a bowfin swimming by sure did. The fish thought the leech looked like a very tasty treat, so it leapt out of the water to snap the leech up. Unfortunately, it missed its mark, and instead of grasping the leech in its mouth, it merely rammed its head into the back of Greg’s balls, knocking the leech off so it fell into the water.

The bowfin is not a small fish. This specimen was a foot and a half long and weighed about 10 pounds. As you can imagine, having 10 pounds of fish unexpectedly launched at your ballsack hurts. A lot. Greg howled in pain, clutched his nuts, doubled over and fell into the water. After all the torment he had inflicted on them the last few days, the other three boys naturally thought it was hysterically funny that Greg had finally gotten a little bit of comeuppance. Jorge was laughing so hard he forgot all about the leech hanging from his nut.

The fish, however, noticed it and got ready to leap again. It launched out of the water at the leech, and this time its aim was true. It adroitly grabbed the leech, and the testicle it was attached to, in its sharp teeth and ripped the low-hanger away. It splashed back into the water, swallowed its prize and swam away.

“¡Mierda! ¡Mi huevo!” Jorge shrieked.

Greg was still cradling his own nuts after the beating they had gotten, but he couldn’t help roaring with laughter (as Thom was doing from the shore) as the last piece of Jorge’s manhood disappeared under the water. Even Richie was laughing – after all, now that Jorge’s cock was gone, what use was that one nut going to be to either of them?

“Wow, now you’re both Ken dolls,” Greg quipped, still comforting his own bruised nads. Richie and Jorge looked at each other and sighed. Thom burst out laughing again.
***
Back at the campsite after dinner, Greg announced that he liked looking at the other boys’ dickless crotches and ordered them all to be completely naked, except for socks and shoes, for the whole rest of the weekend, until it was time to hike back down to the park entrance. Until then, he was the only one allowed to wear clothes.

“You deserve it,” he laughed, seeing the shocked faces of his buddies. “You’re a bunch of fucking losers.” He whipped out his big, fat cock, jerking it a couple of times, much to the dismay of the others, who watched him with envious expressions.

“We’ve just had a bit of bad luck,” Jorge mumbled, his eyes fixed on Greg’s magnificent schlong.

Greg laughed. “Bad luck my ass!” He smacked Jorge’s face with his cock, leaving a slimy trace of glistening precum on his cheek.

“You’re losers! I gotta say, though, One-Nut – oops, I can’t call you that anymore, can I? OK, from now on you’re Ken-Doll Two. Anyway, as I was saying, Ken-Doll Two, watching you lose your dick today really turned me on. If I hadn’t just cum up your ass a minute before, I probably would’ve shot my load without even touching myself when I saw you pull away from that tree stump totally dickless!” He slid his dick up along Jorge’s nose and rested his nutsack on the boy’s mouth. “Suck ’em, pussyboy.”

Jorge obeyed, taking Greg’s massive stones into his mouth and swirling his tongue all around them, savoring the stud’s sweat and crotch funk.

“I don’t why. Watching Ken-Doll One and Dickless lose their dicks made me horny too, but not as much as watching you lose yours did. Maybe it’s because their dicks were small and they’d never used them anyway. But your dick was nice and big – nowhere near as big as mine, of course, but big enough that any full-grown man would be proud of it.” He pulled his balls out of Jorge’s mouth and scooted further up so his taint was on the boy’s nose. “Now lick my hole.”
Again Jorge obeyed, and Greg moaned as the boy’s wet tongue circled around his hairy butthole and pushed against it, trying to slip inside.

“And unlike Dickless, whose girlfriends have all been imaginary, I know you’ve had real-life girlfriends and fucked them. Probably made them happy, too! And I know you made Ken-Doll One happy this morning – I can hear everything that happens in y’all’s tent, y’know! So I dunno, seeing you lose your dick was like—” He groped for an apt simile.

“Defeating an opponent. Besting a rival,” Thom finished for him.

“Yeah! Exactly!” Greg said, sliding back down Jorge’s face and pushing his huge foreskin-covered cockhead past the boy’s lips. Jorge greedily swallowed all the precum that was gushing out of the older boy’s piss slit.

“And then when that fish took your last ball, that was just the fuckin’ icing on the cake!” He pushed his huge cock all the way into Jorge’s mouth now, making the boy choke and gag. Greg slapped his cheek.

“Take it, bitch. If these two sorry little boys can learn to deep-throat me, so can you. Now fuckin’ relax your throat muscles and breathe through your nose.”

He pushed in deeper and Jorge let out a muffled squeal, flailing with his hands and trying to punch Greg in the nuts to get him to stop. But the angle was all wrong and he couldn’t do more than give them love taps.

Greg chuckled and slapped him again. To Richie he said, “Hey Ken-Doll One, get over here and hold your boyfriend’s hands behind his back.” Richie complied immediately, apologizing to Jorge as he did so.

After about five minutes of throat-fucking, it was clear that Jorge was no longer resisting, and Greg told Richie he could let his hands go. After three more thrusts, Greg grunted and nutted down Jorge’s throat. There was so much cum it backwashed into his mouth and nose, dripping out his nostrils and leaking out the sides of his mouth. Greg pulled out and said, “I wanna watch you two make out now so you can both swallow some of my seed.” Richie, still sitting behind Jorge, tilted the older boy’s head back, licked up a bunch of cum off Jorge’s chin and latched his mouth onto his boyfriend’s, sucking out as much of Greg’s delicious semen as he could find.

Greg said, “Damn, now I gotta go,” and pushed his half-hard dick back into Jorge’s mouth just as he started to piss. “Yeah, swallow it all, bitch, like your boyfriend did this morning. There you go – that’s a good pussyboy.” And he spent the next 90 seconds emptying his bladder into Jorge’s gullet.

Jorge thirstily drank all he could and let the rest run down his face and body.

Thom was laughing his ass off as Jorge gasped for breath, his face covered in cum and piss, while Greg pulled up his pants and walked away, whistling happily.

“Nighty-night, ladies! And Dickless, if you need any help draining your balls” – he palmed his fists meaningfully – “just let me know. It would be my pleasure.”

Thom shuddered at the memory of what had happened the night before, when Greg and Richie helped him drain his balls by punching them both as hard as they could right at the moment of his orgasm.

Jorge and Richie got up and said goodnight to Thom. To his astonishment they each gave him a rather spermy kiss on the lips, then headed into their tent hand in hand.

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Chapter 4 will be up tomorrow 11 April!