"Farm Boy Goes Tenting, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Camping and rural
===I can just see what you are thinking, you under 18 year old person.
You think this is a story about lads out in the woods, hiking and
having good clean outdoor fun. Well, there's a little of that, but the
fun ain't clean. So stay off the trail if you are too young. If you are
over 18, you are invited to unzip your...ha ha, fooled you...sleeping
bag.
Chester was a pure and simple farm boy. At 17 he had grown up to be strong, and beautiful in face and body. But being a innocent lad, he never thought of himself as handsome. He was too busy helping on the family farm to even think about that sort of thing. But there he was, his thick ginger colored hair falling over just to his eyes that were the color of blue bellflowers that grew on the edge of the field.
Chester was excited today. His pappy allowed him to join the Forest Boys Club that was planning a hike and a three-night tent sleep over by the lake.
He had to join the club. It cost $25.00, but that wasn't so bad, he was expected to supply camping equipment to use on the trail. His poor folks just couldn't afford it and the trip was almost called off when Chester told them, "Pappy, Mammy, shucks, I don't need no fancy stuff. I got a good Bowie knife, my Bibb overalls will work fine for hiking, well as my heavy work shoes. As for the sleepin' bags, I can jes use some of those heavy horse blankets in the barn, 'ceptin' I gotta wash them cause they might have horse fleas."
His blue eyes pleaded with them. Who could refuse those eyes and those puffy lips pouting out his pleas? They agreed.
Now there were six boys in the group, plus a Mr. White who was the grownup leader. 'Couse he was really not a real grown up, being only nineteen hisself. Chester met him when he paid his dues. The fellow was real attractive to Chester, having a heavy beard that had to be shaved, he bet, twice a day. Chester also saw that he had a hairy chest. Curly black hairs showed at the top of Mr. White's flannel shirt. This made Chester feel a little dizzy seeing it. Chester, hisself was smooth all over his glossy, muscular body, 'cept for the ginger pubic hair and heavy growth in each armpit. Mr. White seemed to like him, he kept patting Chester's shoulder and Chester was sure that he snuck a peek down the gap at the side of Chester's overall. Course, Chester never wore underwear, it just made more for Mamma to wash.
They all met in the town square, in front of an old bus that would take them to the edge of the Quincy Forest, to start their hike. Chester was a friendly boy. He walked up to each fellow, and held out his calloused farm boy hand and shook hands with each of them. Some seemed surprised at his friendliness. Some were city boys and didn't know the ways of rural folk.
Chester noticed that the five boys were different from each other. There were two really tall ones, one boy almost a midget, some with heavy muscles and some skinny and puny. There was every color hair, but one thing stood out, all the boys were kinda handsome, even cute. Chester suspected that Mr. White, Cliff, as he preferred, had picked out the kids for the hike and he chose them by how sexy they seemed. ;Course, Chester, being innocent, didn't suspect this.
Chester's older brother Dickie had lately asked Chester to help him out when he was stiff and hurtin' cause his slut girl friend was on the rag. Chester being a lovin' brother never refused, in fact, he found it very interestin' to watch his brother leave the world of the livin' and fall into the river of sex. Some time Dickie looked plum stupid with his pretty mouth hangin' open and then it began. Dickie would moan and cry as his strong hips began to rise and fall rapidly and then...a torrent of boy cum would shoot out of his fat prick. Chester would giggle happily knowin' that he had made his brother happy.
They reached the edge of the woods. It wasn't dark yet, but the shadows were getting' longer, Cliff had one boy carry his fancy tent, and another his gear. He walked along briskly, his muscular hairy legs on display for the boys to see. Chester noticed that the boys couldn't keep their eyes off of those legs that were now shiny with sweat.
As they ascended a rise they stood on this cliff that overlooked the sparkling lake below. The boys cheered because they had reached the campin' spot.
Chester, who was at home in the woods got busy getting' the big tent set up. They spread their sleeping bags and Chester his makeshift blanket arrangement. They were already getting' sleepy, but Cliff told them they better eat cause it gets cold up here and the food will help keep them warm.
Chester was used to making a meal while on the trail when they used to bring cattle to market. He got busy makin' a fire. The boys tried to help, but they couldn't even git the cans of beans open. Chester laughed merrily at that, but not meanly. He used his all-purpose knife, opened the cans and set the hot dogs to grill. Everyone was getting' real hungry now.
Perry, one of the tall kids began to feel sorry for the cheerful farm boy and he pitched in dishing out the food and passing it out to the boys.
The one who really made a hit was Gordie. He told them in confidence that his pappy made his own moonshine. And...best of all, he brought a small keg of it. Mr. White was busy setting up his tent a little way from the boy's tent so he wasn't there as the kids passed the jug back and forth and wolfing their grub. Everyone was real happy and companionable as the booze warmed their young bellies. Finally the meal was over, even Cliff finished his dinner. He was very sleepy and didn't notice that his charges were drunk as skunks..
The boys staggered around trying to set up their sleeping bags, finally giving up and just falling on their back on the closed bags. Chester hardly heard them as he allowed himself to sweetly fall asleep, the same as every night, like a baby. But he half woke up as he heard rustling on either side of him. Gordie, the sort of hillbilly was on one side, and Toby the shorter blond boy on tuther. No doubt in Chester's mind that they were rubbing their sexual organs being excited to sleep with other boys, and the liquor and such. He really felt sorry for them. Now half-asleep he reached out his long arm and big hand to capture the sex organs of both boys. He heard a long sigh of pleasure come from both kids. Chester felt happy that he was heppin' out the two nice fellas,
The sex organ of Gordie was long and thin with a nice head on it, lak a glass of beer. Toby, the blond kid's peter was shorter, but fat and blunt. Both felt good in Chester's practiced hands. He slid up and down, the motion lulling him back to sleep, halfway. Up and down he gently milked them. The boys were quite transported and to their own surprise they began to make love to the smooth muscled arm that was bringing such pleasure. They stuck out their tongues and licked the sweet sweat, they puckered their mouths and kissed the full muscle. One hand was busy stroking that wonderful arm. Suddenly, all at the same time, the boys stiffened. Their hips rose and began a fucking up and down motion as their shot their boyish loads into the air. Their chests were covered with spooge, but they didn't care. In a moment, both boys were deep asleep.
The next day the two were a little embarrassed, but Chester was his usual cheerful self so they forgot their shyness with him. The kids trooped though the forest. Cliff identified different trees by their leaves. Some he didn't know, but Chester did.
They got back to the camp and Cliff announced, "We're all hungry I know, and we got some great stew and stuff, but first a swim. They all cheered, 'cept for Chester. "What's wrong?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Got no swim pants."
The kids all laughed. "We don't either, we swim in our skin suit."
That got them all silly, lak boys do.
Chester's eyes bugged out as the five boys chucked their clothes and in a moment he was gazing on smooth, young, teenage boy's lean bodies, teeth gleaming in the sun, their eyes sparkling. But it was those by cocks that caught his attention. There were all sizes and types. Some boy's cocks swung back and forth as the hopped out of the last of their clothes. Some had smallish, but cut ones. And the ball sacs, swinging between their legs containing egg shaped balls within.
Chester quickly took off his clothes. In a moment, all eyes were on his naked body. None of them had ever seen such male beauty. His chest was strong with muscles and he tapered down to a narrow waist. Below his belly, his large cock snuggled into the hollow at the top of his ball sac. And his legs, like a statue ending in sexy feet.
All this attention on him caused his cock to lengthen. He tried hard to will it to go down, but inexorably it rose until it was pointing straight out, and then upward, landing tight against his smooth belly.
The boys gasped. Chester blushed. Then from the treed area, they all heard Cliff shout. "Hey you guys, you going in or what."
His call broke the tension. With Indian whoops, they rushed to the water's edge and some jumped and some dove in. Chester was transported back to his childhood. He laughed in glee and made a clean dive into the clear lake. In a moment his strong arms whirled around his body as he cut a fast and clean path through the water.
Cliff watched in admiration, thinking that Chester was a boy in a million. The leader wore bathing trunks, which was lucky as his grown up cock was stiff and pulsing inside the web jockstrap.
Chester turned and swam back to the dock area. Got out, shook the water out of his hair then stopped dead. His eyes lit on Cliff, his chest and legs exposed. Chester wet his lips, dry from hanging open, admiring Cliff's hairy body.
After the swim, they headed back to the tent area. Cliff had already made chow for them. They ate hungrily, then as the moon rose, they began to yawn. Cliff saw it. "No problem about turning in early. That means we can get an early start for our mountain climbing.
The boys, some with their arm over their friend, tiredly walked back to the tent. Chester noticed that some of them were pointing at him and whispering. He shrugged. He was asleep on his feet and couldn't wait for his blankets.
End of Part One
What happens in the tent, in the dark, stays in the tent.