The Lake
by Bastian Ward
28 May 2023 6516 readers Score 9.4 (24 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
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This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, which is not based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.
All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.
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I’m sorry it’s been so long between stories, and I know this is another new one, but I have had unpleasant issues I’ve had to deal with at work, but thankfully they are all resolved now, and this is the first offering I’ve had for you. I will get back into my other stories in time, I just need to get my head straight, or is that gay, again. I hope you all enjoy this one, if not go read someone else’s there are so many talented writers on this site, way more talented than I am, go and have a look if you don’t believe me!
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I’m Franc; I work in customer service. I do nothing but talk to people all day, every day, from the minute I start work to the minute I finish and walk out the door at the end of the day. To be honest, most of the customers I talk to do nothing but yell and scream back at me. So, when I was told to take my long service, I just wanted to get away and not have to talk to anyone for the whole six weeks. A bit about me, I’m a gym junky; I go to the gym every night after work before I even think about what I’m going to do for the rest of the night. On the weekends, I’m hiking, mountain biking, rock climbing, or camping, basically anything I can do without another person around me, or we interact from a distance, and I’m there. Unless I’m going out clubbing, I still don’t care if I’m dancing alone. If I want to hook up with anyone, I’m in my micromini, very open weave mesh thong, and twelve-inch stilettos. I’m leaving nothing to the imagination, and I’m anybody’s. With my cock and balls almost on complete display, and I do mean almost on complete display, the mesh of the thong is very open, and what with thighs like mine, I’m irresistible. To say I’m nothing but a slutty whore when I want to be is an understatement. So, it wasn’t too big a surprise that I’d decided to hike across Europe on my own essentially. Up in the mountains, as far away from everyone as I could get, I thought it would be heaven. So, I booked everything I needed, bought all the equipment I needed, and planned my epic trek from Spain to as far as I could get across Europe.
The day of my flight finally arrived, and I jumped on the plane and flew to Spain, travelling by train and bus until I was up in the foothills of the mountains. Shouldering my backpack, I walked out of the village I was in and said goodbye to the human race and headed out on my epic adventure. The time was my own. I walked as far as I wanted and set up camp whenever and where ever I wanted. I stayed in the one spot for as long as I wanted. I only headed into the nearest village for supplies, to recharge my batteries, and see if I needed to get my passport stamped. But I loved the solitude, just me, the mountains and forests, the lakes and streams, and if I just wanted to wear my jocks, socks and shoes, then who cares?
On this occasion, I’d come into the local village to stock up on essentials. After a couple of hours tramping around the village in shorts and a T-shirt, feeling way overdressed, I decided that I needed a drink. I’d just walked into the local pub for a drink of the local beer when I saw him! He was the blackest man I have ever seen; it looked like his skin sucked all the light around him into him. He had a seriously large backpack next to him, and without even thinking about it, I sat next to him and ordered a beer without taking my eyes off him. My beer arrived, and I picked it up and took my first sip. “Fuck, mate,” I heard in an American accent from the body beside me, “and I thought I was the only serious hiker around here,” and with that, we started to talk. It turns out his name is Chad, and he’s also hiking across Europe. So, we decided to travel together, which suited me down to the ground. We stayed in the pub, drank until all my batteries were recharged, and headed out of the village back into the hills.
We were both exercise freaks, Chad was a runner, and every day either before we set off in the morning or at the end of the day, he’d go for a run for an hour or two. I didn’t care too much, particularly when he started to run and hike in nothing but his boxers, socks and shoes. We were high in the foothills, so we rarely saw another person, and for my morning ablutions, I’d strip and wash beside whatever stream or river we were beside. While Chad joined me in my morning ablutions, he stayed in his boxers, which I was really pissed at as I wanted to look at his monster cock. Because he was such a runner, Chad had great body definition, and I wanted to do nothing more than explore every inch of his rock-hard body with my tongue.
We came across a lake, and as it was such a blazing hot day, I just had to go for a swim; I stripped off my shorts, boxers, shoes, and socks and waded into the lake. The water was fuckin’ freezing, so much so that as soon as I stepped in, I just wanted to run out, but it was a blisteringly hot day, and it did feel good to cool off. I looked up and saw a glacier higher up the mountain and figured that that was what was feeding the lake. So, gritting my teeth, I walked further into the lake and felt the cold water as it inched slowly up my calves. I could feel goosebumps breaking out all over my skin and feel my cock as it tried to pull itself as far back inside me as it possibly could. When the water was over my knees, I just couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering; I had never been that cold in my life, and not giving a fuck if it was deep enough or not, I had to dive into the water before my resolve broke. Using long slow strokes, I swam out towards the middle of the lake. By the time I was about halfway, I had begun to feel really invigorated and increased my speed. When I was just past the middle of the lake, I became aware of someone else swimming almost alongside me, so I increased my speed, but fuck me if he still wasn’t gaining on me. I took a couple of double breaths, and putting my head down into the water, I just took off. I could feel myself pulling away from him and continuing to power onto the other side of the lake.
When I could almost touch the bottom of the lake, I turned around and swam back to our little camp and made it a good few body lengths in front of Chad. I dragged myself, shaking and shivering from the cold water; I sat on a nearby stump, wrapped my towel tightly around my shoulders, and watched Chad swim back to the shore. This was going to be the first time I had ever seen Chad naked, as I’ve already told you, while I stripped off to wash in a nearby stream for my early morning ablutions. Chad always wore what I thought to be a tight tiny pair of stretchy boxers, which I discovered wasn’t too far from the truth. I mean, fuck, when I first saw them laying on the base of the tent, I thought they were little boys’ boxers; they were so tiny, but when I tried to pull them apart, I just couldn’t; there was so much elasticity in them. I marvelled that Chad could get them on at; all the compression they must provide must be doing him damage, surely. Chad’s cock and balls had to be seriously huge to pull these fuckers out of shape. I discovered that because one day, he left a pair of his dirty boxers out, and while he was on his run, I picked them up and smelled the crotch of them to see what Chad smelt like. Fuck me; if I didn’t nearly cum on the spot, his is such a heady, musky, manly scent that I could have sat there and breathed in the scent of him all day.
As it was, I tried to manhandle his boxers on over my head so that the crotch was stuck under my nose, but in the end, I had to content myself with just holding the crotch of them to my nose. I kept breathing in the scent of him until I’d cum. But I didn’t want to put his boxers back, so I kept pumping my cock until I’d cum at least six times, and by the time I’d finished, my cock was so sore I could barely touch it. When I’d finally finished, I got up gingerly and went and sat in the stream and screamed my lungs out from the pain of my bruised and battered cock hitting the freezing cold water, but I made myself sit there until the pain subsided a lot.
That was when I’d decided that the weight and size of his cock and balls really pulled his boxers out of shape, as the hems of the leg ended up at the top of his thighs. But still, the size of Chad’s cock and balls required more material to cover themselves in. They pulled as much of the material from the back of his boxers to the front, forcing the mid seam to be pulled so hard into the crack of his arse that it seemed as though his boxers had been moulded around his arse cheeks. While the hems of the legs were pulled further up the cheeks of Chad’s arse, so no matter how far away you were, you got to see a good bit of the naked flesh of the lower portion of his arse cheeks. And fuck, If I didn’t want to be the seam of his boxers to be pulled that tightly up into his arse crack, and to be stretched over, what I imagined was his tight rosebud of a hole.
Chad never removed his boxers in the short time I’d known him; he’d walk around our camp in them, for which I was extremely grateful. He slept in them, and as I said, he even washed in them, fuck if I even know when he ever changed them. Mind you, Chad had all the privacy in the world, sleeping in the tent while I slept under the stars, covered by nothing but the mosquito netting. Because we had barely seen another person on our trek, he sometimes went running in his boxers and footwear. Or, while I’d walk around our camp naked, Chad always wore those skimpy tight boxers. Sure, I could see the outline of his cock as the material was pulled tightly around it; it just wasn’t the same as seeing his cock and balls hanging free. Because Chad’s boxers had a lot of compression action in them, so what I could see wasn’t the full size, and because he only seemed to own black boxers, that made it harder to get a good view. But for now, I was treated to the view of the twin mounds of Chad’s bubble butt as they followed him back into shore, looking almost like twin torpedoes or submarines chasing him into shore.
So, I sat on the stump in eager anticipation, and I was not disappointed; as he got close enough to shore, Chad stood up, and I was treated to the view of the water planing off his body. At the start, Chad just pulled his hand down over his face before shaking the water off his hand, but then I got to see his shoulders escape from the lake’s water. As he stood more upright, I could see the water planing off his shoulders and pecs until the remaining water just beaded on his skin, in amongst all the goosebumps. In eager anticipation, I watched as Chad’s six-pack came into view; now, it looked like he had waterfalls cascading down his exposed skin. His navel came into view almost before I was ready for it; I wanted to spend more time watching the water cascading off Chad’s six-pack while the remaining water beaded on his ebony-black skin. But my eyes were ripped from his six-pack as they tried to penetrate the pitch-black hole of his navel. But, I was so eager to follow the treasure trail of his very tightly curled, kinky pubic hair as it led down to his pubic push. If I hadn’t been so cold, and I could have got an erection, I’d have shot my load on the spot as Chad’s massive mound of tight kinky pubic hair was drawn up out of the water. Fuck! It was more beautiful than I had ever dreamed about; his tight matted kinky pubic hair looked exactly like my coil mat at my front door at home.
Finally, I was going to get to see Chad’s naked cock and balls, and they did not disappoint; from where I was sitting, his cock looked to have the girth of a Coke can, and it seemed to take forever for his cock to be free from the water of the lake finally. And Chad’s balls certainly didn’t disappoint; it looked like he had ostrich eggs hanging behind his pendulous cock. The foreskin hung so low off the head of his cock I thought it’d actually attached itself to something in the lake, but finally, it hung free from the water of the lake as well. All of this after escaping the freezing cold water of the lake, so it made me wonder just how much of Chad’s cock was pulled back into his abdomen? I sat and watched the water drip from the tip of his foreskin as his thighs emerged out of the fridged water of the lake. Followed quite closely by his calves and, finally, his feet as Chad stepped onto the shore of the lake.
“I’m going for a run,” Chad said as, without drying off, he pulled on his tight stretchy boxers and shorts before sitting on the ground to pull on a pair of socks and his runners. Then grabbing a bottle of water, he was off.
I knew that Chad would typically be gone for a good hour and a half, two hours tops, so I gave him a few more minutes before my hand strayed down to my throbbing cock. I was just rubbing my cock through the cloth of my towel, daydreaming of the view of Chad as he emerged from the lake. When suddenly, I felt pressure on my hand as a black arm materialised over my right shoulder, and the black hand grabbed hold of my hand. “I fuckin’ thought so, you fuckin’ sorry excuse for a poof!” Chad said; before I could collect myself enough to realise just what had happened, I wrenched my hand out of his grasp. Reaching up, I grabbed Chad by the upper arm, pulled him over my shoulder, and forced him over my lap. I grabbed his left arm and forced it behind my back before I began to spank his upturned arse. Unfortunately for Chad, I let all my fright that he’d given me out in my spanking; I could see how hard I was hitting his arse by watching the cheeks of his arse almost flatten under the force of the impact of my hand. As my hand was beginning to hurt, I reached down and grabbed one of Chad’s ankles to give my hand and arm a break. I pulled his foot up until I could reach his runner, then I pulled it off with his sock, and then I did the same to the other foot, still only having one hand free; I struggled to get Chad’s shorts and boxers down and off his feet. Until finally, he was naked, bent over my lap, while I went back to spanking his bare arse.
Screaming at the top of his lungs, Chad tried to use his right hand and arm to block my hand from his arse, but I was having none of that. I grabbed hold of his right arm, at the wrist, and pulled that up his back while I continued to spank his arse. I continued to spank his red arse until my hand and arm were so sore that I could barely lift it. We were both breathing hard, Chad like he’d just returned from a three-hour run and me like I’d spent the whole morning in the gym working out. I wasn’t aware of Chad crying, but I became aware that I was making shushing noises, so I guess he was probably crying. I didn’t care, as I suddenly became aware that I had a very naked Chad across my lap, and I only had eyes and thoughts of the cleft of his arse and what it contained. I let go of his right wrist as I gently ran both hands over the globes of his very firm bubble butt. I’m not sure when exactly I had become aware of Chad’s rock-hard cock pushing into my leg, as I could feel a stream of his precum trickling down my leg. Somewhere inside my head, I vaguely remember thinking that I was really glad I was naked, so the stream of his precum wouldn’t mark any of my clothes as I continued to lightly rub the globes of his arse.
I leant forwards over Chad’s back to apply pressure, and keep him in place, while I used my two hands to separate the globes of his arse cheeks. I watched, almost memorised, the sweat as it pooled and trickled down the base of Chad’s cleft. My eyes followed the thin stream of sweat as it ran down the base of his cleft and over the tightly puckered hole of his anus. And fuck, if it didn’t look better than I could have ever imagined. I knew Chad was straight; we’d kind of talked about it as we hiked together over the meadows of the hills and mountains. I couldn’t help myself as I covered one finger as much as I could in the thin stream of Chad’s sweat, and I lifted my dripping finger, stuck it in my mouth, and licked and sucked his sweat off it. I left my finger in my mouth and got it nice and wet, and before I could stop myself, I began to rub my finger around Chad’s tight rosebud of a hole, and before I lost my nerve altogether, I forced my finger into Chads’ hitherto virgin hole.
After Chad’s first yelp of pain, I ignored him completely as I gave into the sensation of my finger buried in Chad’s tight arse hole. I held my finger in place as I felt Chad’s anal muscles trying to expel me from his hole. The contractions and release of the muscles of his arse felt great, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to have those same muscles massaging my cock. I could hear and feel my moans of pleasure as I forced more of my finger as deep into Chad’s arse as I could get it. When I almost reached the last knuckle of my finger, I just held my finger in place before I began to wiggle my finger around inside Chad’s arse.
Fuck it! I thought as I pulled my finger out of his arse as I pushed Chad off my lap onto the ground, and fuck me if his cock didn’t look even bigger as it did a perfect arc in the air as it went from almost pointing straight up to landing with a thwacking sound as his cock hit his abdomen. I knelt between Chad’s legs, forcing them apart as I knelt on the ground. I grabbed his thighs and pushed them onto his abdomen, which forced his arse up off the ground. When it was high enough, I had to push his low-hanging balls up and over his erect cock, out of my way. I fell on his arse hole like a man possessed and licked and sucked at his hole as hard as I could. Because Chad was straight, I wasn’t going to violate him, well, not much more than I had so far. When I reluctantly gave up his arse hole, I turned my attention to his rock-hard cock. I know I have a well-used mouth and throat, but I was having second thoughts about trying to deep-throat Chad’s cock, that was until it gave a little jump all on its own as a drop of pearly white pre-cum popped out of his piss slit. Without giving it a second thought, I dropped onto his cock like a man possessed. I licked to drop of cum from the tip of his cock and rolled it around in my mouth, savouring the taste of it, before I swallowed it and went in for the main course. I sucked the head of Chad’s cock into my mouth, and that was the moment that I really thought I might have bitten off more than I could chew. Even though it felt as though the head of Chad’s cock filled my entire mouth cavity, I just had to continue. So, letting my throat muscles do their work, I slowly worked my way down the length of Chad’s hot pulsing cock. I couldn’t help myself, I got the giggles, and if my mouth and throat weren’t full of Chad’s cock, I’d have laughed out loud. In my mind’s eye, the image of a python working its way down its very large meal, like a deer or a crocodile or something, popped up, and it looked like me trying to swallow Chad’s cock.
Finally, I could feel my nose hit Chad’s thick, matted pubic bush; now, usually, I liked to hold that position while I felt my throat full of cock. But it’s taken me so long to work his cock into my throat in the first place that I had to pull back to get a breath of air. It took me a few tries before I could dive down Chad’s cock without so much trouble. My eyes were watering like a bitch, and I could feel my nose running like crazy, but fuck it all; I was deep-throating Chad’s dark chocolate rock-hard cock. I’m not too sure when Chad started to get into it, but at some point, I became aware of Chad’s broad hands on the back of my head. But I was ready for the main event; I very reluctantly allowed Chad’s cock to fall out of my mouth and shook his hands off the back of my head. I stood up and, turning around, lowered my arse down towards Chad’s pulsing cock. I picked up his monster man meat and guided it to my pulsing waiting hole. As I felt his cock’s head force my arse lips open, it felt like it was trying to rip me in two, I’ve never had anything that big up my arse before, but I struggled on manfully. When I felt my arse lips close up a bit under the edge of Chad’s cocks head, I was going to wait and allow my arse to adjust to the mammoth intrusion. But it seemed as though Chad had other ideas, as I felt him grab me by my hips and force me down the length of his cock, until I felt my arse make contact with Chad’s pubic bone.
“FUCK!!!” I screamed as I felt Chad’s cock force its way up my arse, and I sat on his pubic bone with the sweat just pouring out of me. As I felt my arse moving to accommodate his fuckin’ mammoth member up my bruised arse, I slowly allowed myself to rise up until I felt my arse lips close around the base of Chad’s cocks’ head. Before once again lowering myself down onto his fuckin’ huge, pulsing cock. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that this was the first time I’d ever had a cock up my arse, which I knew wasn’t true; I’ve had so much traffic up my arse, you’d think I’d need traffic signs up there or something. But, still, I struggled manfully on; this was the first time I’d ever gotten to see Chad’s cock in the flesh, and probably the last time if the time we’d spent together up till now was anything to go by. So, I wasn’t going to throw this opportunity away, so I continued to force my arse down over Chad’s cock while my arse lips felt as though they were on fire from the friction. But still, I struggled until, once again, I was resting on Chad’s pubic bone, and all I wanted to do was just to sit there and see if that was enough to get his cock to give up its load of hot sticky cum, but seemingly not. So, once again, I pulled my arse up off his pubic bone until I’d pulled myself far enough off his cock to feel my arse lips close under the head of his cock once again.
Suddenly something in my brain went, ‘fuck it!’ and seemingly, my arse suddenly loved the battering it was receiving, so much so that I had to pick up the pace until I was milking his cock like the champ I was. I leaned further forwards over my feet, which subconsciously I had planted firmly on the ground, and had them spread about shoulder-width apart. But I didn’t give a fuck; all I wanted was to be able to milk Chad’s fuckin’ cock until I made it give up his cum. I couldn’t see Chad’s face, so I don’t know if he was enjoying this or not, but I became aware of his hands on my waist again, helping me slam my body up and down his cock. Until finally, I heard Chad bellow at the top of his lungs as I felt his cock buck wildly in my arse. I’m not sure when it happened, but I blew at least one load of cum all over the ground in front of me.
When I felt Chad’s cock stop bucking in my arse, and ignoring Chad panting behind me, I rolled off Chad hoping to pull his cock free from my battered arse. But no luck, fortunately, or unfortunately, whichever way you wanted to look at it, as I rolled further onto my stomach, I heard his cock break free of my arse with an audible ‘pop’. Thankfully, I could roll back onto my back, and I laid there looking at the sky, thinking I’d been well and truly fucked, and while my hole stung like crazy, I was still glad I’d got to mount Chad’s mammoth cock.
I was drifting off to sleep in the afterglow of the most amazing sex I’ve had in a long time and with the sensation of Chad’s cum dripping over my abused arse lips. I’d just about fallen into the oblivion of sleep when I felt a hand slide under my arse and try to finger my hole. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded of Chad sleepily. “Fuck, buddy, that has to have been the greatest sex I’ve ever had,” Chad began, “and fuck, I want to go again.”
“I’m glad you had such a great time!” I replied, still a bit groggy from the sleep that was trying desperately to claim me once again. “But I need to sleep now.” I sighed sleepily, “maybe later,” I said as I rolled over onto my side. Taking that as his cue, Chad rolled me onto my stomach before he spread my arse cheeks and gave a low whistle of appreciation for how bruised and battered my swollen arse lips looked. Well, I assume that is that they were bruised, battered, and swollen, as my hole hasn’t ached like that since I fucked for the very first time. I heard and felt Chad hawk up a good gob of phlegm and spat it onto my battered hole, followed in quick succession by a second gob of phlegm, and when the blunt tip of his cock started to poke at my arse lips, I tried valiantly to dislodge him. “Shut up and take it like the common fuckin’ slutty bitch whore you are,” Chad said as he forced his legs between mine and forced them open as wide as he could get them while he reached up and grabbed me by my wrists. Which effectively had me pinned to the ground underneath him as I felt the blunt head of his cock push, almost experimentally, at my aching hole. I screamed as loud as I could when the blunt head of Chad’s cock breached my aching hole.
It’s my fault, I know, but I must have woken a sleeping beast in Chad’s nuts, as I could feel myself being forced along the ground with every thrust and push of Chad’s mammoth cock in my abused slutty hole. As I lay there being pushed closer and closer to the fuckin’ lake, I mentally berated myself for being such a cock whore and thinking I wanted nothing more than to feel Chad’s cock up my arse and thinking I was more than man enough to take every goddam inch of it. How fuckin’ wrong was I? Now I’m stuck here under Chad while he well and truly fucks my hole while I dig a trench to the lake seemingly. Eventually, Chad bellowed once again with the strength of his orgasm, while his cock, feeling like I had a yardstick, shoved up my arse, bucked and shook as it spewed another load of hot sticky cum up my arse.
‘Finally,’ I thought, ‘he’s fuckin’ finished’, and while I was expecting Chad to roll off me, finally spent, that wasn’t to be. With his full weight on my back, Chad had collapsed, crushing the wind out of my lungs and pushing me further into the dirt. But, alas, he wasn’t finished; he was just taking a breather because when I thought he must have fallen asleep, I felt his hips pull ever so slowly away from my battered arse cheeks as he very slowly pulled his cock back down my poop chute. I don’t know how much of his fuck pole he’d pulled out of my arse, and I was just beginning to think it might all be over; Chad changed direction and pushed his fuck pole, just as slowly, back into me. ‘Oh, no’, I thought as I felt his fuck pole change directions and begin to slide just as slowly back into me; I couldn’t help myself; I started to cry while Chad just slowly fucked my arse with his ginormous fuck pole. At some point, I became aware of Chad cooing quietly in my ear as his fuck pole continued to slowly fuck my battered arse.
Until once again, I became aware of Chad no longer moving his hips or his cock in and out of me. I lay there fervently praying to gods I don’t believe in that it was finally over. “Fuck, me,” a tired Chad said as he finally rolled off my back, “fuck you have to be the best lay I’ve ever had.” Chad laid beside me on his back, effectively pulling his cock out of my mushy hole, finally. I rolled on my side and looked down at my scratched and rubbed raw in places chest and stomach. I tried to stand up and walk, but my legs wouldn’t obey a single command I gave them, so I stayed there, lying on my side, looking at the black stud that had thoroughly fucked my arse. “I don’t want to hear a word of complaint,” Chad said, “as it was you who started this, you fuckin’ homo slut! Not me!”
I’m glad he spoke again because he broke me out of my reverie as my brain was thinking it wanted to lick the head of his cock clean and fuck me if I hadn’t started to move in Chad’s groin direction. I shook my head and once again tried to stand up, but failing that, I could at least get to my knees. So, I crawled over to the stream, knowing full well it would be the worst pain I’d ever felt; I fell into the freezing cold water of the stream. But it was only by plunging my face under the water’s surface that I was able to break my scream off. I don’t know how long I lay there with my face in the water, but the next thing I’m aware of was being pulled bodily from the stream and dumped unceremoniously on the bank. “Fuck,” Chad said, “I don’t give a fuck what you do, but you’re going to protect that arse of yours because you’re the first person that’s been able to take my whole cock. I don’t give a fuck if you think I’ve pulled or pushed it out of shape, and fuck, you’re the first dude I’ve ever fucked, but if I’d known it was goin’ to be as good as it was, fuck I’d a started fuckin’ dudes a long time ago. I’m going for a run, ‘cause that’s the best sex I’ve had, and I’ve just gotta run; when I get back, I’m a gunna tap your arse again and again.” With that, Chad pulled on his socks and runners and, grabbing his water bottle; he ran out of camp. The sex must have made a real impression on him ‘cause this is the first time he’s run out of our camp in just his socks and runners, and fuck if his arse didn’t look fuckin’ fantastic with his arse cheeks flexing and relaxing in turn.
But now I was in a quandary. Yes, Chad has one of the biggest arses I have ever seen. And, yes, he has a fuckin’ massive cock, but fuck! I’m ashamed to say it, but his cock’s too fuckin’ big; while I was thinking about that, I absentmindedly reached around and very gingerly explored my hole. Well, more to the point, I fingered my arse lips, and fuck me if they weren’t so puckered that they felt like a huge crater, and I wondered if they’d ever go back to their original size ever again. Being in the cold water numbed the pain in my hole, but I was quickly reminded of how sore my hole was when I tried to sit down. Fuck, the pain that emanated from my hole made it feel as though it was on fire, which suited me as I’d planned to clean myself up, pack up, and be gone before Chad got back.
So, with that, I got out the first aid kit and applied salve to the skin abrasions on my chest, abs, and legs and set to collecting all my gear together. As I was moving around the camp, I walked over the skid marks in the dirt where Chad fucked me, and it looked as though I blew my load at least three times. But the ground was so torn up in places it was a bit hard to tell. I’d been stuffing my clothes in my backpack, not caring how I put them in; just so long as they were there, I didn’t care. I was taking a breather after gingerly sitting on the tree stump when Chad ran back into camp; he stood there taking a big drink of water with his glistening chest heaving. When he finished his drink, he gasped and looked around the camp before looking at me. “What are you doing?”
“Um, I’ve decided that I need to travel on alone?” I replied lamely.
“What, and miss out on all this?” Chad asked as he locked his fingers behind his neck, forcing his elbows to point at the sky, exposing his pits full of black kinky matted sweat glistening hair. As my eyes drank in the sight, they were drawn down over his chest, which was at full stretch, again glistening with his sweat, as my eyes continued to flow down his body. They traveled over his glistening abs until his treasure trail snagged them, then it was only a moment before they came to the base of his pendulous cock, and on down to the tip with his humongous balls pushing his cock forwards. It was the world’s worst and best invite all rolled into one, “you really want to leave and miss out on all of this?” Chad asked with a slight smirk curling his lip.
I kept drinking in the sight of him, and while I yelled at myself inside my head to run away and be free of this mammoth abusive cock, but I just couldn’t help myself. I stood up, wincing from the pain in my hole but totally ignoring it as I walked over and buried my face in one of Chad’s fully exposed pits. “That’s right,” Chad cooed, “clean daddies pits for him,” I ignored what he was saying, even though it did still register inside my head, as I licked and sucked all the sweat I could get out of that pit before I turned my attention to his other pit. God, his sweat tasted heavenly, and the taste mingled with the smell on my senses as I licked up his manly musky sweat; like a man who hasn’t had a drink in days, I just couldn’t get enough. Bending slightly, I licked up the sweat that had begun to trickle down Chad’s sides, not wanting to lose a precious drop of his sweat. I moved over onto his chest and licked and sucked up all the sweat that was pouring out of his skin. I found his large paps and licked and sucked them into my mouth until I felt them get hard before I moved on to the other one. I followed the line of his sternum down with my tongue, collecting all of Chad’s sweat I could as I went lower on his body. In great sweeps, I collected all the sweat I could off his abs, and finding his navel, I drove my tongue as deep into that dark cave as I possibly could before I followed his treasure trail.
“Oww, fuck!” Chad exclaimed as he grabbed me by my ears, as I sucked one of his ostrich egg balls into my mouth. “Fuck, be gentle!” he hissed at me through clenched teeth, “it’s the first time I’ve ever run naked, and my nuts took a pounding,” he finished through his grimace of pain while I mentally laughed at him. I eased up on the suction a bit while I tried to wipe the smile off my face, ‘poor baby,’ I thought, let me kiss and make it all better’. ‘I s’pose you’re used to it, but I’m not,” Chad yelped as I let his ball fall out of my mouth while I sucked up the other one. “Fuck! I’ve got to get me a poof when I get home,” Chad stated, “ain’t no one sucked my cock and balls like you, let alone deep throat most of my meat. Fuck, the bitches back home struggle to get the head of my cock between their lips, and as for fuckin’ I have to stop ‘bout halfway, but fuck, you took all my meat like a champ! Oh, god….,” He shut up when I started to lick the head of his cock, especially when I found his piss slit. ‘Fuck!’ I berated myself, ‘I wasn’t going to try to be in this situation again but fuck, he’s so black! And so fuckin’ hung’, I thought as I opened my mouth and felt my lips slide over the mushroom dome of his cock.
As I filled my mouth and throat with Chad’s cock, once again, this time I felt him lean forwards and find my very puckered hole. I would have gasped as he slid one finger into my battered hole if my mouth wasn’t full of Chad’s pulsing cock. Not content with having one finger explore my battered hole, Chad slid another finger in to join the first, followed quickly by a third finger. I mentally harumphed to myself, knowing that three fingers were about my limit, so you can imagine my surprise when I felt Chad push a fourth finger up my battered hole, and I barely felt it go in. I felt him chuckle along my back, “fuck, buddy, I really opened you up, didn’t I? I bet I could get my whole hand up your arse, boi….”
I tried to pull off his cock to tell him to fuck off, that I’ve never had a whole hand up my arse before, but with him leaning over my back like he is, I was stuck. So, there was nothing I could do as I felt his thumb join his fingers up my arse but continue to suck on his pole. I must say it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, but then Chad’s cock stretched my hole so much you probably could drive a Mac truck up there, and I wouldn’t notice. Finally, I felt some pressure on my bruised and battered hole, and I wondered what the fuck Chad was doing to me now. The pressure kept increasing until I thought my hole was going to break altogether, and then suddenly, there was a cessation of pain, followed by some weird sensations in my arse. It felt like something was moving around inside my arse; it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, but I preferred his cock to be up my arse, as big and all it is.
Finally, Chad pulled whatever it was out of my arse and stood up and pushed me, non-too ceremonially, off his cock, and I was laying flat on my back; Chad grabbed me and flipped me over so I was lying on my stomach. I felt the familiar sensation of his cock trying to overcome my arse lips, which by now wasn’t too hard. Thankfully Chad rested my arse lips when he felt them close underneath the mushroom head of his cock, but I must be getting used to it because it wasn’t hurting as much. Which was just as well as Chad seemed to get up a head of steam and, with his hands resting on my shoulder blades, he began to pile drive his cock in and out of my arse. Fuck I’ve never felt anyone move their cock so fast. Which was kind of good because it seemed to be over just after he started, but Chad was leaving his cock buried balls deep in my arse and collapsed on my back. “Fuck, you’re a good lay! I really have to get me a poof when I get home,” Chad stated as I felt our bodies becoming slick with the mixture of our sweat.
I just laid there with Chad, collapsed on my back; I could feel his breath ruffling the hairs on my neck. I don’t know how long we laid like that, without Chad making any move to get off me, when inspiration struck me, ‘fuck’, I thought, ‘I was able to manhandle him the last time, so why not now?’ So, with that thought in mind, I tried to roll and buck Chad off my back, but unfortunately, it had the opposite effect; it woke Chad up. “What the fuck…? You trying to get rid of me, you little homo slut!” he said, getting louder as he got angrier. It got me what I wanted of a sorts; he did push up off me, pulling his mammoth cock out of my arse in the process, and while I was really relieved about that, I wasn’t happy for him to slap my upturned arse. “Alright, you fuckin’ little poofter homo, if this is what you want, get the fuck up off the ground!” Obviously, I didn’t move fast enough for him because Chad reached down and grabbed a good handful of my hair and pulled me to my feet. Chad pushed me towards our backpacks, “Where the fuck are the keys to all your padlocks? Get ‘em, now!” Chad finished as he followed me to our backpacks. I fished my padlocks and keys out of the front pocket of my backpack, and because I was really concerned about what he’d do to me if I didn’t, I gave them all to Chad. Chad locked my backpack up tight and deposited the keys into one of the front pockets of his backpack, which he locked with a combination padlock. I had no access to any of my clothes, so I had to stay completely naked until Chad decided I could get dresses. Which wasn’t the worst proposition, especially considering what I haven’t been wearing around camp, so…
“Alright, you fuckin’ little homo slut of a poofter! This is how you want to parade around camp; then this is how you’re going to fuckin’ stay until I say otherwise.” And with that, Chad grabbed me by the nose and pulled me down to the ground on my front before he laid back on top of me, inserting his rock-hard cock into my battered arse in the process. “Now, shut the fuck up,” Chad said as he cuffed me up the side of my head and settled into a more comfortable position for himself, but not necessarily me.
So, I really should have been pissed at him, but I realised that I actually had cracked a fatty sometime through his whole macho, ‘I’m in charge here’, shit. So, I relaxed as much as I could under the circumstances, and fuck me if I didn’t fall asleep. The next thing I knew was Chad slow poking my arse once again, ‘fuck’, I thought sleepily, ‘he must have an endless supply of spunk in those ostrich eggs of his’. But I realised I wasn’t complaining too much, as I could feel my own cock trying desperately to rise to the occasion, and I’ve got to say, I’ve never been fucked so deep or thoroughly before. I have no idea how many loads of cum Chad’s deposited in my arse, but I think I’m going to be shitting his cum for weeks, not that I’m complaining too much. Chad finally shot his latest load of hot sticky cum deep in my arse before he rolled off me, at last, and laid there panting. While I, without being told or asked, sucked Chad’s dripping cock into my mouth and licked and sucked it clean for him.
“There’s my good little homo slut,” Chad cooed as he put his hands on the back of my head as he lifted his hips off the ground to force his cock back down my battered throat. Knowing I had no other choice, now that Chad has the keys to the padlocks locking my backpack, I tried to relax my throat as much as possible as he drove his cock deep down my throat. Chad shot yet another load of cum down my throat before removing his hands from the back of my head. I pulled up enough to just have the mushroom head of his cock in my mouth, and I licked and sucked it clean for him before allowing his cock to fall out of my mouth all together. “Fuck,” Chad said, “you’re nothing but a cum hungry slut of a cock suckin’ homo, ain’tcha boi! Get up and cook me something to eat; I’ve gotta build up my strength if I’m going to keep feeding you all the cum you want,” Chad said before he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.
“Ok,” I croaked at Chad through my very raw throat, and with a hacking cough, I set to and cooked for us both, and when it was ready, I shook Chad awake, and we both ate. At least now, it seemed as though Chad was more comfortable sitting around the camp completely naked. When we’d finished our meal, without so much as a thanks or kiss my fuckin’ foot, Chad pulled on a pair of boxers, his socks and runners and ran out of our camp. When Chad returned, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out of my camp chair and over the tree stump; pulling down his boxers, Chad rammed his cock deep into my arse in one fell swoop. While I remained doubled over the tree stump lovin’ every thrust of his mammoth cock, until I felt the now familiar buck of his cock deep in my arse before he pulled it out and presented it to my mouth to lick and suck it clean for him. Which I did. When he thought his cock was clean enough, Chad pulled me by the hair into his tent and pushed me onto the floor of his tent before he crawled in on top of me. Inserting his cock in the process into my battered arse, Chad slow fucked me before he fell asleep lying on my back. Having no other option, I drifted off to sleep as well. Sometime during the night, I felt Chad roll off my back, well more truthfully, I felt his cock being pulled out of my arse. I kneeled up and nibbling and kissing Chad’s cock gently; I left his tent and went and slept under my mosquito netting, trying really hard to suppress my persistent cough.
Sometime later during the night, I was woken by Chad manhandling me onto my back and forcing his knees between my legs; he pushed his cock at the opening of my hole and slowly slid his cock deep inside. Fuck, the man’s insatiable appetite for sex is going to be the death of me. Not that I’m not complaining too much, but fuck, after all the sex I’ve had, I needed my sleep. But with Chad on top of me and with his knees spreading my legs apart, what could I do? But, when he finished this time, Chad sat back on his haunches while he explored my tender hole by the light of the moon and the stars. Again, I felt him pushing something into my gaping hole; I reached down and could feel his wrist just outside my hole, ‘Fuck!,’ I thought, ‘he’s fuckin’ fisting me!’ When I got over the revolution, I felt I kind of began to enjoy the feeling of his hand inside my arse, so I relaxed and left him to it, not that I could have done a whole lot to stop him.