Benjie’s Young Men's Church Group Overnight Camp-Out

Brother Gerald & Rickey

Brother Gerald and young Rickey walk off in the direction of the two-path dirt road. The thirty-something year old man puts his muscled right arm over the shoulder of the younger nineteen-year-old man and pulls him in closer to him. The boy does not object. He sways in the older man’s direction willingly. Their naked hips occasionally touching at their intimate proximity.

As the pair walks toward the field, just through the short stretch of woods that borders the flowing river, and onward into the soybean field Brother Gerald begins to talk. In front of each of these men, their cocks’ waver, and flap from side-to-side fanning their leaking cum onto the other man and onto themselves and into the air.

While back at the firepit. Brother Cecil mumbles under his breath, to himself. “Take it easy on that boy, Gerry. That cock of yours is a monster when you get all excited.” But Brother Cecil does not linger on the pair in his thoughts as the pair disappears in the direction towards the field. But they do have a pair of nice asses on them, Brother Cecil thinks leaving their mark on his memory. He is only enraptured by the four boys frolicking in the river, especially the one named Dangnut. He has never seen such a kid blessed with such a bountiful cock. He needs to investigate it more as he whispers to himself.

Meanwhile Brother Gerald and Rickey continue with their walk.

“I can remember when I first saw you, Rickey.” Brother Gerald says.

“You can?”

“Yes, I most certainly can.” Brother Gerald says. “You were running with the other boys in the church yard. Out and about, around the big old oak tree that towers in front of the church. You were nearly out of breathe if I recollect correctly. None of the other boys could keep up with you. You were the fastest. And the strongest. And now look at you. Look at you. You are quite the strapping young man.”

Brother Gerald stops. And that causes Rickey to stop too.

“A chest full of hair. Like a real man. And that cock of yours. You have really developed into a fine specimen of a man.” Brother Gerald rubs the fingers of his right hand across the dense growth on the boy’s chest. The two men are similar in the amount of hair that covers their respective bodies. “You remind me of myself at your age.”

“I do.”

“Yes, you do my boy.” Brother Gerald says. “You get to use that cock of yours much?”

Rickey says nothing at the finish of Brother Gerald’s question.

“Do you understand what I am saying, Rickey?” Brother Gerald asks again.

“Are you asking me if I get to fuck much, Brother Gerald?”

“Yes, I am boy. That is what I am asking.” Brother Gerald says. “Does that cock of yours get much action?”

“I have only fucked once or almost fucked once, Brother Gerald.” Rickey says. “And it did not turn out well. I busted my nut before I even got to poke my cock in. It was a real fucking mess.”

“You are kiddin’ me. I am so sorry it did not work out well, son. I truly am.” Brother Gerald says. And he grabs Rickey’s steel-hard cock in his hand. “You have fucked only once? Or tried too. What a waste of such a fine piece of equipment.”

Brother Gerald is still holding onto Rickey’s cock as they stand in the middle of the road. He realizes what he has done and quickly lets go of the boy’s hard throbbing cock.

“I am so sorry about that Rickey. I should have asked you before I grabbed you. Please excuse me. But I was shocked by what you said. I got carried away by this cock of yours.” Brother Gerald says.

But Rickey says nothing after Brother Gerald’s apology. He seemed to be fine with the attention.

“And how many had you fucked by the time you were my age, Brother Gerald?” Rickey asks.

“There were a lot, Rickey.” Brother Gerald says. “A girl I was dating at the time, but do not tell my wife, Ethel, she thinks she is the only one. Then there is Brother Cecil Thompson and a football player on my high school football team, and one of the baseball players too back in the day when I was in school. But there could have been more. I was living a life deep in carnal sin. Full of sin.”

“That sounds like a lot to me.” Rickey says. “Did you just say Brother Cecil’s name when you named the ones that you had fucked, just now?”

“I did. In fact, he was the first person I ever did fuck. He had the tightest little ass back then and still does to this day. I reckon. He taught me everything I needed to know about how to fuck a man’s ass. Maybe he will let you give him a try a little later today. I am sure he would like it.” Brother Gerald explains.

“But he seems to be only interested in that ole Dangnut fella.”

“That boy is impressive, doncha think?” Brother Gerald says.

“Not really.” Rickey says. “I think you are.”

“What? Me?” Brother Gerald says as he tries to sound surprised.

“Yes, sir. You are what I would like to be like when I am older, sir.” Rickey says.

“Well. But let us keep on a-walking.” Brother Gerald says as the two continue down the road. “I did not think you ever paid much attention to me, Rickey.”

“I didn’t sir until I saw how you looked naked. Today. Then I was all about paying attention to you.”

Rickey smiles. And almost blushes when he says this. He was not one to show his emotions to others, but he feels extremely comfortable around this older man. He sees him, Brother Gerald, almost as a daddy-figure. But it was when he saw his cock. On how thick it is. It did not have the length of his, from what he could tell but it reminded him of a man’s power. He realized this man was just like him. Just like Rickey. And not some stuffy stiff-shirted man in the church. He was a walking, talking, and breathing man just like him and what he wanted to be like, one day. And all the chest hair and body hair that Brother Gerald has, very few boy’s his age have as much as him and that made him feel better too. And that made him able to see him as a man and someone to open-up to.

“Oh!” Brother Gerald says sounding surprised. But not really. He noticed how the boy’s eyes lingered over him when he saw him without a stitch of his clothing on. He made a point to puff out his chest and thrust out his cock and his hairy midsection. He wanted the boy to see him. And he did, it seems. He was impressed by the naked 19-year-old boy too. It was like looking at a younger version of himself and the son he never had. But the boy’s cock looked bigger than his, not as much girth though. But it made it even more impressive.

They continue to walk. Their cock flinging more of their excess juice onto themselves and the other man.

“Your cock sure does like to be out in the open, doesn’t it, son?” Brother Gerald asks Rickey.

“I like to get naked when I can, but my Mama is always telling me to put my clothes back on.” Rickey says.

“Mama’s and women do not understand that a man likes to be free. To be naked. It is why I suggested to Brother Cecil we needed to take the older boys, like you, out here to the river for the weekend.”

“I am glad, you did, Brother Gerald. I am having a good time. I am. I really am.” Rickey says.

“I am glad you are. I really am.” Brother Gerald says. “Let us keep walking. I have a few chairs over here at the edge of the field. In the oak trees. When I need a break from working out in the fields, being on that damnable tractor, I come over here and relax. And take a load off.”

They follow the edge of the field. Their bare feet sinking into the soft dirt of the recently ploughed earth and make their way to where Brother Gerald had planned to go all the while in his head.

“Have a seat.” Brother Gerald says to the 19-year-old who takes a seat in one of the two chairs Brother Gerald has placed there.

Brother Gerald takes the other one and slides it closer towards Rickey in the oak leaf covered ground.

“You do jack-off doncha, boy?” Brother Gerald asks the boy.

“As much as I can, before my Mama catches me.” The boy says.

“Well, your Mama ain’t here. Rickey. It is just you and me. Do you want to jack-off now?” Brother Gerald asks.

Rickey does not answer. He starts stroking his cock in a feverous motion.

“Not so fast, boy. Not so fast.” Brother Gerald says. “You have all the time in the world. Learn not rush through it. Enjoy it. It is supposed to be pleasurable, doncha know?”

Both men have opened their legs wide. As wide as they can claiming their personal space. Giving themselves room as they beat their respective meats in front of each other.

Rickey leans back in the chair. As does Brother Gerald. They are both hard. Sweat has began to form across their hairy bodies as they continue with their heated exertions.

“You have a beautiful cock, Rickey.”

“So, do you, Brother Gerald.” Rickey says.

“Why doncha call me, Gerry.” Brother Gerald says. “That is what my good friends call me.”

“I am a good friend of yours?” Rickey asks.

“Only good friends get to do this together, Rickey.” Gerry says.

Rickey nods his head in agreement.

“I am glad to see you are a boy who likes using his own spit to jack-off with. But make sure you use a lot of it. I don’t want you hurting that sweet cock of yours.” Gerry says. “Keeping it all in what you have as a man to good use.”

“Mama don’t let me have any lotion or Vaseline. She says she knows what boys use that stuff for. To sin.” Rickey says.

“What did I tell you about your Mama?”

“She ain’t here.” Rickey says. “Right.”

“That’s right. It is just us two men. Me. And you.” Gerry says. “Yeah. Yeah. Use that cum that is coming out of your cock. Use it as lube. I can see it from here.”

Rickey squeezes harder on his cock. Gerry can see the short burst of the boy’s 19-year-old pre-cum ooze from the tiny piss-slit on the boy’s extremely hard cock.

“You ain’t about to cum, are you boy?” Gerry asks.

“Not yet, sir, but I am near ‘bout to bust. It feels like.” Rickey says.

“Take your hand off your cock. Take a few breathes. And just breath. Come down off that jacked-up high.”

Rickey moves his hand from his cock. Letting them fall on either side of his hips.

Gerry instructs. Brother Gerald continues to still stroke his cock. It is glistening with a mixture of his spit and pre-cum as it is being smeared all over his glowing red knob.

“You ever had that thing of yours inside somebody’s mouth, boy?” Gerry asks.

“No sir.” Rickey says flatly.

“You ain’t never been sucked on, boy?”

“No sir, I ain’t.” Rickey says.

“Next to fucking. It is the second-best thing a man should treat himself too. And often. I like my cock sucked every chance I can get. You mind if I put my lips around your cock, Rickey?”

“Go right ahead, Brother Gerald…I mean, Gerry. Have at it, sir.”

Gerry comes from his chair to the space between Rickey’s parted legs. Rickey’s cock is a bright red. Swollen to its most epic of proportions. And steadily expelling some of his potent essence.

“Are you sure boy?” Gerry says as he looks up. Seeing the perspiring teen and the boy’s hairy cock smack-dap in his face. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“Yes sir. I want you to do it. I sure do.”

Gerry does not hesitate, now, as he gulps down the boy’s whole cock. He lets his hot and wet mouth lather down the boy’s steel-hard tool with his spit. Rickey jumps about on the chair as Gerry takes another slide down his flesh-pole with his tongue.

“You were right, Gerry. It does feel good. Mighty good, sir.” Rickey sighs as the man’s warm wet mouth continues to milk him with his practiced suction.

Gerry takes his wet grip caused by his mouth off the boy’s cock and let the boy’s cock glisten in the few rays of light filtering from the sun through the shade of the dense oak trees.

“Toldya it would, didn’t I.”

“Why’d you stop sir?” Rickey asks. “I want you to do this.”

Gerry goes to top of the boy’s cock, letting his tongue dance around and inside the leaking piss-slit.

“Umm, that feels really good, sir.” Rickey says. Gerry dips his tongue into the little piss-slit where the bounty of the boy’s juice will eventually escape. Gerry can taste some of the boy’s salty-sweetness as he teases the sensitive area of the red-hued piss-slit.

Gerry mumbles. He thought he would not be having a problem with it. Gerry lets his tongue whip around on the ‘body’ of the boy’s cock as his tongue travels down its hardened length before letting his nose rest in the boy’s spit and cum-soaked pubes. He smells so potent. Gerry reckons the boy’s cock to be near ‘bout 9 inches in its length. Longer than his but nowhere near as thick as his. A cock any man would be proud of to have in his possession.

Gerry goes to take another gulp of the boy’s throbbing cock. Taking the full length and girth of it down his throat. It hits the back of Gerry’s throat, but he does not gag. He has had his mouth filled with others just like the boy’s and even bigger, before. He wants the 19-year-old to cum. Get this first cum-load out his furry filled full balls. He knows the boy will last longer on the next load. Gerry attacks the cock, so swollen now that the boy is gyrating in his chair like he is going to lose it. He applies more pressure with his mouth. Adding to the suction he has as he sucks all he can with his mouth.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I am gonna cum.” Rickey screams. The birds scatter and fly from their perches in the trees. Their singing stopped when Rickey got louder and louder with his rapturous moaning. And the little critters scampered away from them under the bellowing yell from the climatic teenager. Each pump from his balls brings another proclamation from the boy’s lips.

Gerry does not release his mouth from the teen’s cut cock but continues to siphon away all he can from the boy’s full furry balls. He lets none of it go to waste. To escape. To do that would be a sacrilege. And Gerry was taught by Brother Cecil to never waste another man’s cum. It was one of his first lessons he learned so many years ago.

Rickey can hardly contain himself.

Gerry lifts his mouth from the boy’s till-hard cock.

“That was worth it, boy, wasn’t it. I wonder if they heard that yell of yours all the way over at the river. Never mind though. It was what a man does when he bust a nut like you just did.”

Brother Gerald swallow the 19-year-olds load down his deep throat.

In between his pants as he regains his breathes, Rickey thanks Brother Gerald.

“No son. Thank you. Thank you.” He gulps as the load empties from his throat into his stomach.

Gerry’s cock is still hard and leaking his juice like he has already cum, but he has not.

“You gonna shoot your load, sir?’ Rickey asks.

“Not right now, I ain’t. There is plenty of time for that.”

Gerry would like to plaster the boy’s hole with his seed but today may not be the right time for that.

“Boy! You have ever had that ass of yours munched on?”

“NO SIR!” Rickey’s voice is sharp and direct.

“Now boy. Would I lead you astray?”

“I don’t think so sir. You were right about the cock-sucking, though.” Rickey says.

“Yes, I was.”

“Why doncha turn around on that chair and point that ass of yours my way. And let Brother Gerald get a good taste of its sweetness.”

“I am not too sure about that, sir.” Rickey pleads.

It is then that Rickey says something that surprises Brother Gerald.

“How ‘bout if I do you, sir?”

“What?” Brother Gerald says surprised. “Have you ever done such as thing before boy?”

“Yes sir. I have a little bit. Back when I tried to fuck that boy, but I done came so quick I never got a chance to. And did not try again. But I did get to play in his ass with my tongue, though.”

“It was a boy that you were trying to fuck. That one time you told me about?” Brother Gerald says puzzled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, ain’t you full of surprises. I thought it was a pussy you got your first dibs on. But it was a boy, just like you. Just like us.” Brother Gerald says. “I am happy to hear that. Makes me like you even more Rickey. A cock and a man’s ass are always the best thing to pop your first cherry on. I know that by experience.”

“Yes, sir. Both of us were sixteen. Brother Gerald. I mean…Gerry,” Rickey says. “He was one of my best friends. Not Benjie, though. Benjie is just another one of my best friends.”

“Was it because of you two boys fooling around that he left?”

“No sir.” Rickey says. “His dad is in the Air Force. He got transferred. I think that’s what they told me.”

“You ever hear from your friend, again?”

“Not anymore. He may have found him someone else where he is now. Someone that could fuck him.” Rickey says. “I would have done it.”

“I am sure you would have. You have a cock made for ass-fucking.”

“I do.”

“Yes, you do. Rickey. But all men’s cocks are made for fucking. It is what they are there for.” Brother Gerald says. “That and something for a man to play with when he has nothing else to play with.”

Rickey does not get Brother Gerald’s joke.

“Have you and the young Benjie fucked?” Brother Gerald asks.

“No sir.” Rickey says. “But we have jacked-off together though. I think he is still a virgin.”

Gerry smiles. Benjie is a fine-looking young man. But Benjie is not here. Rickey is. And he must get back to the boy before him.

“Well, since you want to eat ass. Have a go at mine then, dear boy.”

Brother Gerald turns around in the same way he had wanted Rickey too. Before he knew the boy was on both of his knees, his tongue darting and digging like mad into Brother Gerald’s hairy-lined hole.

Brother Gerald can feel the wetness of the 19-year-old tongue as it beats at the entrance to his hole. He digs deeper and deeper as he pries Gerald’s hairs from his crack and sinks deeper with his tongue to the interior of his ass.

“Boy, you are good. Real good. Ram that little tongue of yours all the way in. Yeah. Yeah. That’s it. That’s it. Part my hole with it.” Brother Gerald say as the boy worms his tongue into the dense forest of fur encircling Gerald’s hole. Brother Gerald squirms as the boy laps at his hole like he has done before. “You are a natural with that tongue boy. Keep doing what you are doing.”

Rickey can tell that Brother Gerald’s fur-lined hole has softened. His muscles loosened from the workings of his practiced tongue. He stands. But Brother Gerald is lost in the moment as his mind tells him that Rickey has not stopped with his tongue.

Rickey positions his now once again hard cock at the entrance of Brother Gerald’s prepared hole. He has been wanting to do this for a long time. Since the first time he saw Brother Gerald’s cock in the church bathroom when he was a mere 16-years-old boy and knew he was attracted to men who are just like him. He knew that he wanted him to be the first to ram his cock into someone, and he knew it had to be Brother Gerald.

His best friend only said he wanted him to fuck him, but he did not. Brother Gerald does.

This camping trip was Brother Gerald’s idea. He said so. They said for all to get naked. All of them. It was their idea. And Brother Gerald is the one that walked both out here. So. Brother Gerald wants him to fuck him. It all makes sense to Rickey in his head.

Rickey slams his cock into the prepared hole of Brother Gerald. The boy finds the pent-up strength and power of a sexually frustrated 19-year-old boy as he fucks the 30-something-year old man like he has never been fucked before.

Brother Gerald lets out a loud yell as his ass is being swallowed up by the raging throbbing hardness of Rickey’s swollen 9-inch missile of man-meat. The boy finds a power he had never felt unleashed before in a single day of his young life.

First, Gerald is caught by surprise by the fierce stab in his ass. He expected he would be fucking the boy’s ass. But the boy had other plans. But at this pace the boy is going to unload, again.

“Slow down. Slow down.” Brother Gerald says. “You are going to tear my ass apart.”

Brother Gerald’s cock began leaking the moment Rickey’s cock entered his spit lubed-up hole. The boy knew more than he let on. He knew to take what he wanted. He had been paying attention after all. He, Brother Gerald, was going to do the same to the boy, soon enough. It was why he wanted to rim him first. He wanted first crack at the boy’s virgin ass. But maybe the boy is not a virgin after all. The boy is a player and Brother Gerald has just figured out he had been played. But the boy’s cock ramming into his ass feels so good. Not since Brother Cecil fucked him when he was a teenager has a man been a guest in his hole. But the tables have turned.

“Fuck me boy! Fuck me boy! Give me all of that cock like the man that you are!”

Brother Gerald’s pleas for Rickey to fuck him harder and harder his voice carrying through the trees as well as the wet sounds of two men fucking like animals.