Gearhart is Ron's uncle visiting from Germany. He takes a special interest in Roon's best friend and pushes their new relationship to the limits without letting Ron know
This is one of those stories that is based in fact and built on fantasy. It took place long ago while I was in my youth. I was fifteen years old at the time and what most men would call a late bloomer. I lived across the street from my best friend Ron. We had known each other from the time we were both five years old.
Now Ron’s family was of German descent. His father met his mom while serving in the military in Germany, married her and brought her back to the states. Ron had the German physique even as a fifteen-year-old with broad shoulders a handsome rigid jaw line and flaming red hair. Like his mom and dad, Ron was short at about five foot seven.
We use to do everything together, from riding bikes, to playing video games, to fishing and camping. Up until this point we had never done anything sexual together other than the usual “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine” games all young guys play as they are growing up. Ron was a lot more mature than I for his age; with a full bush of flaming red hair around his cock. He was beginning to sprout chest hair and had already started shaving, where I was just filling in my crotch patch, had no chest hair and only peach fuzz on my face.
It was the beginning of summer and Ron came running over to my house all excited. His uncle Gearhart was coming to visit from Germany and would be staying for three months. He had never met any of his relatives from Germany and was thrilled for the chance to do so.
When Gearhart arrived and I was introduced, I was a little surprised at his appearance. He was tall, about 6 feet and muscular built. (All Ron’s family were supposed to be short!) He had blond hair with just a hint of red and blue eyes. He had a smile that brightened any room he entered and an accent that was deep and rich.
Over the next few days Gearhart seemed drawn to Ron and I and wanted to go where we went and do what we did even though he was in his mid-twenties. When Ron suggested we go camping for a few days, Gearhart jumped at the chance to chaperone us, stating it was be great fun.
So, we gathered up our camping gear, (Ron and I each had our own tents and sleeping bags as well as fishing gear). Gearhart collected some extra blankets and a borrowed fishing pole while Ron’s mother outfitted us with enough food to last a month. We loaded up Ron’s dad’s truck and Gearhart drove us off to our destination, a favorite fishing and camping spot up in the pines about a three-hour drive from home on a small quiet lake.
Once we made it to the lake we began to unpack, and set up our tents. Instead of putting our tents side by side, Gearhart asked if we could put my tant on the opposite side of the camp stating that it was flatter ad there were less rocks. Ron had a smaller two-man pup tent while I had a four-man easy up tent. I told Gearhart before we left home, that I had more room in my tent and he could throw his bed roll in with me if he wanted, which he seemed happy to do. Once at the lake he wasted no time doing just that.
With our tents up and gear thrown inside, Ron and I grabbed our poles and took off for the lake. Gearhart chuckled and said he’d stay in camp and organize things a little better. We had been fishing for about an hour when I heard something in the bushes off to my left. I set my pole down and went to see what it was. As I stood, I could see Gearhart a little distance away staring out into the lake. I walked through the bushes and when I got closer, I got the shock of my life!
Gearhart was standing there with his pants pulled down below his cock and butt. His cock was the biggest one I had ever seen. It wasn’t rock hard but it was definitely part way there. I was amazed at its length and girth. I know I should have turned away but I couldn’t help myself from staring at it. My mind was in a state of confusion, everything I had been taught said to just turn around and walk away, but my heart was beating a mile a minute, my own cock was growing in my shorts and all I wanted to do was walk over and touch it.
Gearhart saw me gawking and smiled then tucked his cock back into his pants and pulled them the rest of the way up. “Sorry I was just taking a leak and the lake was so beautiful I guess I forgot to pull my pants back up.” He began to laugh and so did I. For the life of me I don’t know why I did what I did next.
“Ya” I said as I zipped my shorts zipper down. “It’s about time for me to piss as well.” I pulled my half hard cock out so Gearhart could see it, and started peeing. Gearhart licked his lips then started walking toward me. Suddenly he stopped and looked up. He cocked his head a couple of times as if to say something or someone was coming up from behind. I tucked my cock away just as Ron walked up and asked what we were doing.
For some reason, even though I shared everything with Ron this was one event I wanted to keep to myself. “Oh, Gearhart was just showing me a better place to fish. Right over there beyond the bushes.”
Once we were done fishing, we headed back to the campsite. Gearhart had a pile of wood stacked for burning and a campfire ready to be lit. We lit the fire and cooked hobo dinners for supper. We laughed and told stories into the night, until it was time for bed. Ron went to his tent and Gearhart and I went to mine.
“Where’s my sleeping bag?” I asked as I crawled into the tent. Gearhart had made a bed of blankets covering the entire tent floor.
“Well,” he began. “I thought I’d open your sleeping bag up and use it as a ground blanket. Then we could just climb under the covers like a regular bed and the ground wouldn’t be so cold.” If you don’t like the idea, I can change it and zip up your bag for you.”
It was late and I was tired and had no reason to think it wasn’t ok so I said sure. I then stripped down to my boxers and crawled under the blankets. Gearhart wasn’t far behind and I couldn’t help but notice his dick sticking out the fly in his boxers as he took his pants off. He quickly tucked it away without saying anything but I think it wasn’t before he was sure I saw it.
I started on my side of the covers and Gearhart on his, but the night was a little chilly for just a couple blankets and we somehow migrated toward each other. Gearhart was on his side facing me and his breaths were slow and even. I was sure he was asleep. I couldn’t help thinking about how big his cock was and so I laid on my side facing him, and in the darkness, slowly reached out to touch his crotch.
I felt the material of his boxer and found the fly hole. It was partially open and as I brushed my hand across it, I could feel his crotch hair poking through. Slowly I reached inside and felt his flaccid cock. It was warm and soft and felt good in my hand. A tingle began to go thru my body as I tried to pull his penis out the fly of his boxers so I could get a better feel without waking him up. His cock was bent in half as I began working it out slowly, I pushed it back a little until I got ahold of his uncut head.
As I pulled the tip thru the hole, Gearhart let out a soft moan and rolled slightly more onto his back. I suddenly pulled my hand away! For a moment I thought he was waking and I froze. He didn’t move again and so I went to grab his cock one more time. I had never seen an uncut cock before let alone touch or feel one. When I touched it the first time, his sheath had been pulled forward over the head of his dick and it covered it completely. It felt strange yet wonderful, and I had to hold it again.
To my amazement when went to feel his prick it was rock hard. His sheath was pulled back exposing his soft head. His boxers had been pulled down beneath his balls. I became so excited I almost came right then. I ran my fingers up and down his shaft under the covers and finally got brave enough to wrap my hands around his shaft and began to stroke it.
Gearhart rolled completely onto his back and spread his legs a little. I became terrified that he was waking up and let go. I rolled onto my side away from him but stayed close enough that my butt was slightly up against his thigh. I laid there without moving hoping I hadn’t gotten caught when slowly Gearhart rolled over toward me and snuggle up against me.
I was thrilled and terrified all at once as I felt his rock-hard cock pressing up against my ass thru my boxers. He had draped his arm over me and his palm lay against my stomach. He didn’t say a word and his breathing was still slow, so I hoped he was still asleep. His body was so warm and the night was so cold I couldn’t help but nuzzle back against him. I have no idea what was going through my mind but I couldn’t stop myself and placed my hand over his and slowly eased it down over my throbbing cock.
Gearhart didn’t move and stayed with his rock-hard monster pressed against my ass and his open palm pressed against my rigid cock. I slowly pulled my boxers down until his hand was laying on my cock. I was in heaven as Gearhart wrapped his fingers around my cock and began to slowly jerk me off. As I laid there and felt his muscular hand gripping my love pole and stroking it up and down, I could feel his hips moving sliding his raging hard on up and down my ass crack through my boxers. I slowly finished pulling my boxers down so Gearhart could rub his cock against my ass, skin to skin.
The tip of his cock felt moist and I realized it had to be pre-cum. As he moved his hips back, I raised my leg a little and felt (as Gearhart caught my intention) his massive tool slide between my legs. We never spoke as I squeezed my legs together and Gearhart continued to pump his cock back and forth . He never stopped stroking my cock and soon I grunted to myself, “I’m coming!” As I shot my load into the blankets Gearhart began pumping his cock harder and faster. I could hear his breathing getting faster as he let go of my cock and pulled me tight against him.
I could feel his throbbing cock begin to pulse as it delivered shot after shot of warm sticky man juice between my legs up against my tight balls. When we were both thru cumming we didn’t move and laid tight against each other for I don’t know how long.
I drifted off to sleep and had one of the most erotic dreams of my life. When I woke in the morning, Gearhart was already up and dressed but there was an unmistakable cum puddle on my belly, between my legs, and in my boxers.
The next day was uneventful; we fished, we swam, we went for a hike. All through the day all I could think about was going to bed in my tent and see what happened. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we dowsed out the fire and went to bed. Ron was oblivious to what I was thinking and I wanted to keep it that way. I climbed into the tent and took off my clothes but this time I also removed my boxers.
I laid on my side of the tent while Gearhart came in and got ready for bed. My heart jumped up into my throat as Gearhart looked over at my clothes and saw my boxes (which I had forgot to hide) sitting on top. He didn’t say a word he just smiled and then turned off the lantern to finish undressing for bed.
Gearhart climbed under the blankets and immediately snuggled up against me. I could feel his warm skin against mine, his breath on my neck. I could tell he too was naked and his growing cock was pressing against my leg. He reached around and gently grabbed my throbbing cock and whispered, “It’s going to be another cold night. Maybe we should share our body warmth.”
I moaned softly as I slowly rolled over. I didn’t know what I was doing but I had never been this excited in my life. Our eyes met as they adjusted to the darkness and Gearhart leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. Before I could pull away, I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pressing my head forward assuring me that it was all right. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue and for a long while we laid there kissing with our cocks now rubbing up against each other.
Finally, I broke our embrace and began to climb down under the covers. I grabbed his cock in both my hands and felt its warmth and girth once again. Then I slowly lowered my head and licked his tip. I could smell a manly smell like musk and sweat and it turned me on even more. I opened my mouth and slide the head of his cock inside. I swirled my tongue around his sheath and tasted its flavor.
I paused for a moment then tried taking more of his cock into my mouth. Gearhart pushed his hips forward and I tried to swallow more but I gagged.
I stopped, hoping Ron didn’t hear then tried again. As I slowly moved my mouth back and forth over his cock, Gearhart began rocking his hips in and out. I tried to relax and before long I was taking his entire cock into my mouth and felt it hitting the back of my throat. This went on for some time until Gearhart pulled my head off his cock and once again began French kissing me. While he did this, he began to stroke my cock.
He whispered, “I want fuck your ass. It will hurt at first but then it will blow you away with how good it feels. Is that oh?” I nodded yes but my mind was screaming no!
Gearhart had me roll over on my back and lift my legs. He removed the covers and pulled me towards him as he knelt in front of me. He reached into his back pack and grabbed something. The next thing I knew I felt a cold liquid gel, dripping into my ass crack and running over my tight virgin hole. Slowly Gearhart pushed a finger against my ass and with the help of the lubricant it slid in easily.
As I rested my legs on his shoulders, he added a second finger and it became uncomfortable. When he added the third finger, I almost begged him to stop. Gearhart worked his fingers in and out for a while and the pain did go away and I relaxed. That’s when Gearhart pulled me closer until my ass was on his knees. He lined up his cock against my hole and rocked forward. There was a huge amount of pressure as I instinctively puckered my ass. Gearhart put his hands on my hips and pulled me forward as he rocked forward one more time.
The tip of his cock glided past my anal ring and popped inside. I grunted with pain and dug my hands into the blankets on the ground on either side. Gearhart paused for only a moment then leaned on top of me sliding his pull shaft forward until its entirety was inside of me. I reached my hand up and dug my fingers into his leg. I whispered in pain. “Wait a minute please. This hurts so bad!”
Gearhart said, “just wait a minute, you’ll get used to it!” He then slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me. As he did the pain did turn to pleasure and before long, I was thrusting my ass forward in time with his thrusts drive his cock in as far as it would go.
I was in heaven and was rocking my hips against his thrusts which were coming faster and faster, when all at once without warning my hips started bucking and I started experiencing the biggest orgasm of my young life. My cum went everywhere and I had absolutely no control over it.
When I was finished, I was exhausted and out of breath. Gearhart was trying to hold back his laughter as he said, “well that looks like that was your first man size cum. Congratulations. He then pulled out of me and started stroking his own cock and in a few minutes told me he was ready to cum. I pulled away from him and rolled over. In one fluid motion I had turned around and slide his cock into my mouth. Within seconds his cock swelled and shot wave after wave of thick sweet man seed into my mouth, and I swallowed every drop. When he was finished, I was still sucking his cock as he pulled my head away and said, “It’s OK; that’s all there is.”
I laid my head on his chest as he pulled the covers back over us. We didn’t say another word, we both drifted off to sleep completely satisfied and content.
The next morning Ron and I woke to the sound of Gearhart’s voice, “Come guys get up. There is a storm rolling in and I want to be packed and, on our way home, before the rain starts.” He had already began breaking camp. We barely finished putting everything in the truck and closing the camper shell door when the rain started. We dove into the truck and headed home. In my mind I was already trying to find ways to get Gearhart alone with me. I was hoping he was thinking the same thing.