Man vs. Nature Redux: Chapter 5 - Monday Afternoon

Continued from Chapter 4

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Greg was bragging the whole time about being the only one to still have all – or even any – of his man parts.

“These critters don’t dare take my cock and balls on! Look, there are some weasels! I think that little one is the one who ate your eggs, Richie. Hey li’l guy,” he said to the weasel, dropping his sweatpants. “You want a bite of these eggs?”

He squatted down and held his balls forth in front of the weasel’s face. The animal sniffed his balls for a moment, then stuck out its tongue and gave the sack a few licks, then turned away and scampered off.

Greg roared with laughter.

“You see? He knows whose balls to respect and whose not to!”

They walked on along the path, which circled around the lake and passed close to it at one point. When they were only 20 feet from the shore of the lake, Greg spotted three otters.

“Wanna see if the otter knows who the boss is too?” He dropped his sweatpants again, squatted down and stroked his cock till it was half-hard.

“Here, otter, otter, otter!” he called as if to a cat.

“You hungry?” He held his cock out for the otters to see.

One of them – maybe the same one that had had Thom’s dick for lunch on Saturday – trotted forward, its eyes fixed on Greg’s tool. Richie, Jorge and Thom held their breath, hoping against hope that this stunt was about to backfire terribly for Greg.

“Go on, then, bite it off if you want it!” The otter looked at his dick for a moment, opened its mouth – and licked playfully at the precum on Greg’s foreskin before returning to its friends by the water. The younger boys let out disappointed sighs, while Greg cheered,

“I knew it! My dick is invincible!”

Jorge glared darkly at him but said nothing. He considered punching Greg in the balls, since the narcissistic older boy so richly deserved to be brought down a peg or two, but he feared retaliation – not to his testicles, obviously, but some other way. Greg could still punch me in the stomach or the jaw, he thought, or might rape me with a tree branch or something. Or, worse yet, he might hurt Richie just to get back at me. No, better to keep my mouth shut and my fists at my side. He took Richie’s hand in his, brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of his boyfriend’s hand. Richie squeezed his hand and smiled at him. Jorge knew what that squeeze and that smile meant: It doesn’t matter how big an asshole Greg is, as long as we have each other.
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When they got to the parking lot, Diego was already there, waiting for them. He looked at Jorge holding hands with Richie and said, “The fuck? Why are you two holding hands? Are you boyfriends now?” and started to laugh, knowing full well that Jorge had a very pretty girlfriend back home.

Jorge took a deep breath. “Um, well, yes. A lot has changed this weekend,”

Greg snickered and muttered, “You got that right!” under his breath

“...and Richie and I have decided we want to be together now. I’m going to break up with Maribel tomorrow, Jorge finished.

Diego laughed nervously and looked back and forth between Jorge’s and Richie’s faces, trying to decide if they were serious or if they were pulling his leg.

“No way. You’re shittin’ me, right? Please tell me this is just a bad joke. You’re not really a maricón now, are you?”

“No joke,” said Jorge and kissed Richie passionately on the mouth to prove to his brother that it was serious.

“But don’t call me maricón again. Either one of us.”

“Oh wow,” said Diego, now convinced, “well um, OK. That’s cool, I guess. As long as he makes you happy, I’m happy for you. For both of you.” He turned to Richie, “But you better be good to my baby brother and treat him right! If you break his heart, I’ll rip your nuts off!”

All four of the boys burst out laughing at that, to Diego’s utter bafflement. “I mean it,” he threatened, “you best not hurt him!”

“I promise,” said Richie, stifling a giggle. “For my nuts’ sake.”

“You better sit up front,” Diego said to Jorge, “we gotta talk about how we’re gonna break the news to Mamá and especially Papá.”

“But can’t he sit in back with me?” Richie asked.

“It’s OK, Richicito,” said Jorge, “we’ll have plenty of time together later.” He climbed into the front passenger seat. Diego went around to the driver’s side, and the other three boys got in the back seat. Thom was on the left side, Richie on the right side behind his boyfriend, and Greg sitting in the middle, manspreading with the huge bulge in his sweatpants swelling out like he had a bowling ball in them.

Diego started the car and they drove off. In Spanish, Diego said to Jorge, “Are you gonna tell Mamá and Papá? You’ll have to, sooner or later. May as well get it over with. Mamá will be OK with it, I think, but Papá … well, I bet he’s gonna need some time.”

“Yeah but, um, that’s not the only thing.”

“What do you mean? What else?”

“Like I said, a lot of things changed this weekend.”

At this point, Greg, whose Spanish comprehension was good enough that he could follow their conversation, leaned forward from the backseat and excitedly said in English, “Let me tell him, dude! Please, you gotta let me tell him!”

“Go ahead,” said Jorge with resignation.

“Awesome!” said Greg, stroking the bulge in his sweatpants, which was definitely chubbing up at the memories. And he proceeded to tell Diego the story, starting with Friday night, when a weasel climbed up inside Richie’s shorts and ate both of his balls. Then he told about Saturday morning and the woodpecker that pecked Richie’s pecker right off before turning on Jorge and flying away with the mushy remains of his left nut.

“No shit?” said Diego. “You lost a nut, little bro?” Jorge was hoping that Diego would be sympathetic, but instead Diego laughed out loud at the image and, worse yet in Jorge’s opinion, started groping the stiffening bulge in his jeans.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” gushed Greg, “it gets so much better!”

And he told Diego about the otter biting off Thom’s dick. “So by Saturday afternoon, I was the only one who still had his dick and both balls. And Richie had nothing goin’ on between his legs at all! I started calling him ‘Ken-Doll’ ’cause he looked like Barbie’s boyfriend – no dick or balls or nothin’. It was fuckin’ hysterical!”

By this point he had pulled his huge, completely hard cock out of his sweatpants and pushed Thom’s mouth onto it. Thom was happily sucking on the huge cockhead and nibbling at the foreskin, drinking up all the tasty precum.

Greg continued the story with the dare between him and Jorge on Sunday morning. He totally downplayed how much it had hurt him to put his dick in the fire ant mound. Instead he focused on Jorge getting his dick trapped in the tree stump after the scorpion stung him and how he had fucked Jorge’s ass while he was in there.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Diego to Jorge, “he fucked you up the ass?”

“Yeah,” mumbled Jorge.

“With that enormous baseball bat he’s got swinging between his legs?”

“Yeah,” mumbled Jorge.

“And you let him?”
“I couldn’t stop him, hermano, I was trapped in that fuckin’ tree stump.”

Diego laughed and laughed, and Jorge was dismayed to see that a dark spot of precum was forming at the tip of the huge bulge in Diego’s jeans, which Diego was still lazily stroking.

“That’s not even the best part!” Greg went on, “After I came in his pussy, he pulled away from the tree stump – and his dick just tore right off! Those fuckin’ ants had bitten clear through his shaft, so when he pulled away, his dick was fuckin’ gone!”

Diego hooted with laughter and squeezed his bulge again. “But hold up, hermanito, if you and your boyfriend both lost your dicks, how do y’all, y’know…?”

“They just lick and finger each other’s buttholes,” interrupted Greg. “But they both do a great job suckin’ my cock, I tell you what! Both of ’em are expert cocksuckers now.”

“Oh yeah?” said Diego, winking at Jorge while the precum spot on his jeans got even bigger.

Greg felt an orgasm approaching, so he pushed Thom off his dick because he had a date that night and wanted to save up his cum for her. Instead, he slid his sweatpants all the way off, stood up as much as he could in the back seat and told Richie to lie down face-up on the seat. He sat down on Richie’s face and told the boy to start rimming him. Then he went on with the story.

He told about swimming in the lake and about the leeches, but he seemed to have forgotten all about the big fish smacking the back of his nutsack, because he never mentioned it. But he certainly clearly remembered how the fish had grabbed the leech that was hanging on Jorge’s remaining ball – and ripped the ball clean off. Greg and Diego both laughed uproariously, and Diego’s jeans were so wet with precum he looked like he had spilled a glass of water on them.
While Richie poked and prodded Greg’s butthole with his wet little tongue, Greg continued the story with the events of Sunday morning: how he had woken up and seen a rat snake wrapped around Thom’s nutsack and then had lain there for the next two hours just watching his best friend’s balls turn red and then purple. He told how he had so heroically tried to rescue Thom’s testicles, but that the snake had already swallowed the right one before Greg had been able to do anything to help. Then he told how had at least saved Thom’s left nut by hitting the snake with a tree branch. Strangely, he neglected to mention that he had in fact never hit the snake even once but succeeded only in pounding Thom’s last remaining nut nearly to a pulp with the branch.

Greg farted abundantly into Richie’s mouth, making everyone but Richie himself giggle, and continued the story, telling how Thom was such a fucking idiot that even though Richie had clearly told him to sit down on a rock, he had sat down on a goddamn porcupine instead, ripping off the testicle that Greg had worked so diligently to save.

“And then later, Jorge pulled Thom’s fuckin’ prostate out of his ass! The damn thing got ripped off when a porcupine quill went up his ass. And while we were standing there looking at it, a hawk or some shit came and stole it out of Jorge’s hand and ate it! What kind of bird did you say that was, Richie?”

“Kffkl,” said Richie, his tongue still buried half an inch deep in Greg’s anus.

“Kestrel,” translated Thom.

“Right, kestrel. So that’s the whole story,” Greg said to Diego. “Now all three of these pussyboy losers having nothing to show in their crotches but a little hole to pee out of.”

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After three hours of driving, they needed to get gasoline, and everyone was hungry, so they stopped at a rest stop that had a gas station and a Burger King. After they’d filled up both the gas tank and their bellies, Diego said, “C’mon, boys, let’s go to the bathroom.”

“What, all of us together?” asked Jorge.

“All of us together. Come on.” The four boys followed Diego into the men’s room, which was otherwise empty.

“OK, you three drop your pants. I wanna see what you look like with no dicks or balls.”

Jorge started to object, but when Greg said, “You heard the man. Do it,” he complied.

Diego inspected all three of the boys’ sexless crotches, but especially Jorge’s. “That’s kinda hot,” he said.

“I know, right?” said Greg.

“And Greg says you’re an expert cocksucker now. Get on your knees and show me,” Diego said to his brother.

Again Jorge hesitated, but a stern look from Greg convinced him. He sank to his knees, opened his big brother’s jeans and pulled them and the boxer shorts down. He looked at his brother’s huge, uncut cock, which at 9 inches was an inch shorter than Greg’s but possibly just a bit thicker. He held it worshipfully in both hands, slid the foreskin back and slid his lips around the huge cockhead. A gush of precum filled his mouth, and he swallowed it down greedily, then swirled his tongue all around the head again. Diego put his hands on the back of Jorge’s head and pushed in deeper.

To Richie he said, “Give me some of that tongue action you were giving Greg in the car.”

Richie knelt behind Diego and spread the young man’s muscular buttcheeks. He stuck his nose in Diego’s butt crack and started to lick, gradually closing in on the tight brown rosebud. Finally his tongue knocked on Diego’s back door and soon gained admittance as he pushed his tongue inside his boyfriend’s brother’s asshole.

“Fuck yeah,” Diego moaned and pushed his ramrod deeper into his little brother’s mouth. “Are you gonna use that one?” he asked Greg, nodding at Thom.

“Naw, I already did all three of them this morning. He’s all yours if you want him.”

“OK, then get on your knees and make your mouth useful,” Diego said to Thom. “Suck on my nuts.”

Unlike Jorge, Thom didn’t hesitate for a millisecond. He was on his knees sucking Diego’s nuts almost before Diego had even finished speaking. He swirled his tongue all around the hefty cojones, relishing the spicy flavor of the hairy, sweaty sack.

“I’ll stand guard outside and make sure no one comes in,” said Greg, slipping out the door.

“This feels so fantastic,” said Diego in Spanish, “I’ve never had three mouths working on me before.”

He was holding Jorge’s head between his hands and fucking in and out of the boy’s mouth. Before too long he gasped and filled his little brother’s mouth with his thick, chunky goop. Jorge swallowed it all hungrily and kept on tonguing the shaft and head of his big brother’s dick. Diego started to pull out, but Jorge kept his mouth around Diego’s dick and looked up at him expectantly.

“What is it?” Diego asked.

Thom took his mouth off Diego’s balls long enough to say, “He wants you to piss in his mouth.”

“Seriously?”
Jorge nodded and said, “Mm-hmm.”

“Well in that case…” he said and started emptying his bladder. Jorge drank and drank while Thom lapped up whatever leaked out and dripped over Diego’s balls. Richie was still using his tongue to plumb the depths of the older guy’s butthole. When Diego’s stream finally stopped, Jorge pulled off and said, “Gracias.” Then he belched loudly, making everyone laugh, and went into one of the stalls to empty his own bladder. Richie and Thom soon followed suit; of course, none of the three of them could use a urinal anymore. After washing their hands, everyone put their pants back on and went out to join Greg.

“Do y’all wanna walk around a bit?” asked Richie.

“I need to stretch my legs some before getting back in the car for another three hours.”

The others agreed, and they headed for a patch of woods behind the restaurant. They were wandering around, laughing and joking, when they suddenly heard a grunting noise coming from a thicket. Greg went closer to investigate and was suddenly knocked on his ass by a razorback hog that charged out at him from behind some trees. Before Greg could get up, the hog ran across his body, stepping heavily right on his ballsack, making him howl in pain. He tried to roll over but was immediately flattened again by two more hogs, each of which also planted at least two hooves right in his crotch, squashing his balls flat against the ground. Greg screamed in agony as each hoof met its mark, while Diego and the three boys screamed with laughter. Finally, each of them was thinking, finally Greg gets his nuts crushed like he deserves!

As suddenly as they appeared, the hogs were gone. Greg lay on the ground for 15 minutes, catching his breath and coddling his wounded nuts. The others sat on a nearby log to wait for him, still chuckling to themselves. Once Greg seemed to have nearly recovered, Diego walked over to him and held out an arm to help up. Greg took his arm and Diego suddenly slammed the toe of his right cowboy boot directly into Greg’s already battered ballsack, making him yelp and choke and fall back to the ground. Diego and the boys bellowed with laughter all over again, and Diego mock-contritely sad, “Sorry, dude, my foot slipped.”

“Fuck you, I can get up on my own,” Greg snarled and, after two failed attempts, did so.

He pulled down the front of his sweatpants to inspect his nuts. They were still quite tender and swollen, but after gently feeling them for a bit, he heaved a sigh of relief and pronounced them still intact.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Diego said. The other three boys said nothing, but they certainly didn’t look glad to hear it at all. They all piled back in the car and headed off toward home.
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Soon enough the three boys in the backseat had dozed off, and Diego and Jorge resumed their conversation, in Spanish, about how Jorge should best tell his parents that he had (1) lost his penis and testicles and (2) fallen in love with boy. After discussing the pros and cons back and forth, they decided Jorge should tell them about the neutering first and allow that to overshadow the presumably less shocking news that their younger son was queer.

Then they had to discuss what term Jorge should use when he came out. Jorge said that he was still attracted to girls too and that he was bisexual. Diego said that their parents had a very black-and-white worldview and probably wouldn’t understand the concept of bisexuality; or if they did, they would probably try to talk Jorge into dumping Richie and staying with Maribel.

“They don’t need to know that you like girls too,” Diego said, “it will just confuse them. You can come out as bi to other people, but I think it will make your life easier in the long run if you tell Mamá and Papá that you’re just gay.”

Finally, Jorge agreed that he was probably right.

In the back seat, Greg was waking up after napping for an hour. He pulled down his sweatpants to check his balls and found that they had completely recovered from the incident with the razorbacks (and Diego’s boot). The swelling had gone down, and they didn’t even hurt anymore. His dick plumped up as he fondled his balls. He still didn’t want to cum before his date, but an hour or so of edging would make his cum that much more satisfying when he did finally get his rocks off.

He woke up Thom and Richie and told them to get to work, but to only suck his balls and lick up and down the shaft, not suck on the head for fear he might cum too soon. He stroked their backs and patted their butts while they licked his balls and cock; it was really nice having three little pussyboy eunuch slaves to take care of him whenever he told them to. They were much lower maintenance than girls, who always wanted to be taken out to dinner and maybe a movie first, and who sometimes wouldn’t put out even when he’d spent good money on them. Not to mention the several days a month when their gashes were off limits. Pussyboys definitely had their advantages.

Greg had leaned back and had his eyes closed while Richie and Thom licked up and down his shaft. He was dripping precum copiously and they were eagerly lapping it up but obeying the instruction not to take the head into their mouths. Diego had been looking in the rearview mirror to check out the action in the back seat and took his eyes off the road for a second too long, because he didn’t see the branch in the road until it was too late.

When the car hit the branch, it lurched up and down, bringing the two boys’ hard little chins crashing down directly into Greg’s balls. Greg yowled in agony at the impact – and also came simultaneously. Spurt after spurt of hot teen spunk jetted out of his cock, shooting so high it hit the headliner of the car. Richie and Thom didn’t miss a beat, licking up all the delicious jizz from Greg’s long shaft. Thom also sucked Greg’s dickhead into his mouth, figuring it must be OK now that edging session was obviously over. Greg just whimpered as Richie’s tongue continued to bathe his aching nuts. From the front seat, Diego and Jorge just cracked up and couldn’t stop snickering the rest of the way home.

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The Final Chapter will be up tomorrow 13 April.