Meeting Dale - 2
In The Shed
This story is a spinoff from "National Lampoon's Vacation." Characters are property of Warner Brothers.
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"Rusty, if you'll excuse us for a few minutes, there is something I want to show Dale in the workshop."
Dale and Mike walked off and vanished into a shed.
"If I know Rusty, he will be spying on us before too long," said Dale, grinning. "He's new to everything, but he loves my cock and gave me a damn fine blow job earlier."
"We'd better give him a good show, then," Mike said, pulling Dale's t-shirt off and grabbing the waistband of his cutoffs.
"Oh god, it feels like the first time" Dale said. He could hear the Foreigner song in his head. He always thought of Mike when he heard it on the radio. Their first time had been right here in the shed.
Mike was busy stripping Dale naked and anticipating another hot fuck - or two. The first time and all the others with Dale had happened too long ago to suit him. Dale was his favorite boytoy and had been since they got started. And now he had two hot boys on his hands.
Mike wrapped Dale in a tight hug and slid a hand down to his soft, full ass. Dale rubbed himself against Mike's rough denim clothing. He felt so sexy being naked in the older boy's arms. Of all the guys -- boys and men -- who had helped themselves to his willing body, Mike was the best. Mike kissed him roughly. He was obviously excited. Dale felt jealous of Rusty, whose first time was coming, unless he was very much mistaken.
"Bend over the workbench," Mike said, placing a folded blanket on the rough, dusty wood and adjusting the hardness in his jeans to a better angle. "And try to act like you are enjoying yourself."
Both boys laughed as Dale leaned forward, placing his forearms on the familiar scratchy blanket and presenting his ass happily.
Back on the porch, Rusty sat back and relaxed for a bit, but as he thought about Dale and Mike's obvious history, his curiosity and horniness got the better of him and he followed their path to the shed. He stopped outside the open door and listened.
"Oh yeah. Oh God. That is so good."
Rusty peered into the building to see a naked Dale bending over a workbench while their host buried his face between his cousin's ass cheeks. The sounds of wet slurping carried to his ears.
Mike stood and unfastened his pants. He took out a long, hard cock and stepped toward Dale.
"It's been too long, babe. I've been missing this hole."
Rusty watched as the tall, muscular farm boy slid into his cousin. He thrilled to the sounds of their coupling. Finally, he dropped his jeans and briefs, and fondled his own erection. His awareness began to fade as the moment engulfed him. Mike made all kinds of sounds in the shed as he drilled Dale's ass. Rusty shuddered as he imagined the cock he had just seen sliding into his own tight hole. He had enjoyed Dale's finger earlier, but hell, that cock was a monster.
"Here it comes Dale. Oh yeah." Mike stiffened and thrusted into his boy's wet hole. "Take my cum!"
Dale moaned and Mike grunted. Rusty stared around the door frame and marveled at the sight. Backing off, he looked down at his thin, red dick. He had pulled on it many times, squirting his watery cum, but now he was in a different world.
Mike suddenly pulled out of Dale and in two quick steps startled Rusty spying on them.
"You were right. Here he is. Come in here, dude. Join us. Dale tells me he has been teaching you some new tricks."
Rusty snapped out of his haze to look up into the grinning, handsome face of the sturdy farm boy. He trembled and covered his hard boy-dick with his hands. Mike took his arm and pulled him into the relative coolness of the shed. Rusty waddled with his pants around his knees feeling Mike's other hand making a thorough examination of his butt cheeks. Dale stood grinning by the workbench.
"I told him you would be checking up on us. Did you see him fuck me?"
"Yeah ..." Rusty murmured.
Dale and the Mike removed Rusty's clothing. Rusty submitted to their hands, still not believing what was happening to him.
"Come over here to the work bench." Mike led the naked city boy to the altar. Rusty's thoughts of flight seemed weak and strangely ill-advised. But he felt he had to try to avoid the huge hard tool bumping against his hip.
"Uh. I don't know ..."
"Nonsense. You are going to love this."
"Yeah cuz. I wouldn't lead you wrong."
Rusty found himself in the position his cousin had occupied a short while ago. He felt like he was in the doctor's office - or maybe a country veterinary. His nakedness seemed very fragile in the rough surroundings. Mike had stripped naked and stood behind him running his hands all over Rusty's body. Rusty looked back and was impressed with the rest of Mike as he had been with his cock. Mike parted his ass cheeks and Rusty was shocked by the best feeling ever, as his hole experienced its first tongue.
"Oh man. Oh man ..."
Dale laughed. "Yeah cuz!"
Rusty felt Mike's tongue open him. He couldn't believe the feeling or how deep he could go. He squirmed on the table surface. Then the tongue was replaced by a slick finger. Rusty was not sure he was ready for where this was going.
"I'd better be heading back." He said softly, not meaning at all what his mouth had said.
A second finger entered him. It hurt a little, briefly, then he was cooing. A third finger brought the same results.
"Fuck him, Mike!"
Rusty, unable to resist, raised his ass as he felt Mike's cock at his relaxed hole. It began to enter him and everything else faded away. He was so glad for his family's vacation and the stop at Uncle Eddie's and going for a walk with Dale and meeting the mentor who was now his mentor, too. All of this played through his mind as a lovely cock played in and out of his new boy pussy. Life for the quiet city boy would never be the same.
"Yeah ... fuck me," moaned Rusty, once again surprising himself. This visit was trampling all over his low expectations for it.
Mike was amazed at the skinny body before him. This virgin city boy was a first-rate fuck-toy straight out of the gate. He wasn't as cuddly as Dale, but he was one hot little spark plug. Damn cute, too. Mike hadn't counted on cumming again, so soon, but he was inspired by Rusty. He felt his excitement rising.
"I'd better get Dale in on this," He thought.
Rusty felt himself being lifted and turned as his wonderful fucking continued and he found himself once again face-to-face with Dale's hard, fat cock. He opened his mouth and Dale began to give him his first spit-roast.
"Hell yeah, cuz," shouted Dale, looking down on Mike's cock moving in and out of Rusty's ass as his own cock was getting some damn good attention, too.
"Suck my cock, Russ!"
Both boys held and caressed the thin, lanky body between them. Rusty could be heard groaning and humming as he took his treatment in fine fashion. Rusty's brain was mush as he gave himself over to his handlers. They were doing a fine job without any help from him. He focused of the movement of the two cocks inside him, stirring every good feeling he could imagine he possessed.
Dale came first. Rusty could sense it coming. He readied himself to swallow another creamy delight as he had before lunch. He was not disappointed.
"Yeah, yeah ... swallow my load, cuz!"
Mike lifted him off Dale's softening cock and returned him to the workbench. Rusty slumped onto the surface but smiled knowing he was not finished yet. He wanted to always have Mike's cock inside him. He never knew how empty he had always been.
Mike took a deep breath and addressed the fine ass before him. He shifted his feet to a wider stance. He stretched his shoulders and arms. He focused on his cock in the tightness and heat of his new student. And then class began.
Rusty gasped as Mike pulled back as buried his cock fully in his ass. Rusty spread his legs wider to be receptive and cooperative. Mike began a steady rhythm of deep thrusting.
Dale had recovered from Rusty's blow job and stepped up to observe the final act of today's shed program.
"Yeah Rusty, ride that cock! Yeah Mike, fuck that ass!"
Rusty floated on air as Mike used every technique that he knew to give him an expert fucking. The long dicking gave away to short deep jabs. Slow slides were interspersed with fast pounding. Mike had the best ride in recent memory and Rusty found a new purpose in life.
Finally, Mike called out and let fly with everything he had. Rusty felt him grow and spasm throughout his small body. Then both rested, joined together.
"Nice to meet you, Rusty."
"You too, Mike."
Mike slid out of Rusty's small butt and the three boys set about cleaning up and dressing. Soon they were back on the porch resting with fresh lemonades. They shared some more-mundane aspects of their lives, getting to know each other more completely -- if not better than they had in the shed.