The Fish and Game Warden

by Ray My Uncle Ted had taken me camping for the week-end. After he’d plowed my high school ass with his eight inch uncut cock, I slipped the cum-filled condom he’d been using on my cock and pumped out a huge load of sperm while he fingered my pucker hole. We were lying naked in the back of his camper truck, admiring all of the spunk we’d shot into the rubber when, we got caught. “I imagine you’ve got a fishing permit,” a deep voice said, “ but what about a fucking permit?” I squinted my eyes against the glare of the sun and could see a big, husky man in a dark green and brown uniform. I knew it was the Fish and Game Warden. I also knew he was the father of Jimmy and Randy and the uncle of Earl, who’d been fucking me on a regular basis. “Looks to me like you guys been having a fuck party.” he said as he sniffed the air that was heavy with the heady aroma pre-cum, head cheese, ass juice, cum, latex and sweat.” “You got that right, Henry,” Uncle Ted said as he climbed out of the camper shell and recognized the Fish and Game Warden, “and I’m just getting started. I’ve got a long week-end of good ass fucking ahead of me, not to mention some real good blow jobs.” “I would imagine that you do,” Henry said as he looked into the back of the camper at me and smiled, “especially if that’s the boy who’s gonna do it for you. My sons and my nephew, along with some of their horny pool hall buddies, have been fucking him like a pussy. He’s the one who got Randy’s cherry. They think I don’t know about it, but I do.” I suddenly remembered the Friday when I was spending the week-end with Jimmy, Randy and Earl and how Mr. Henry at looked at me when we told him we were going to spend the night camping in the woods. “You want some of it?” Uncle Ted said as he held his still half-hard cock and began to piss a strong, yellow stream into the sandy earth. “Well,” Henry said as he began to massage his crotch, “I’m always horny and he sure does have a pretty little ass hole. But I don’t use rubbers when I’m fucking.” “You don’t have to,” Uncle Ted said as he shook big drops of piss out of his puckered foreskin, “that was just a little game that I was playing with Bud. You can ride him bareback.” “Sounds like a plan,” Henry said as he began to unbuckle his belt.” “Then go for it,” Uncle Ted said, “I’m going down to the lake for a swim. Just don’t wear him out.” “I can’ promise that,” Henry said with a laugh as he took off his shirt, dropped his pants and pulled his white boxer shorts off. His cock, which looked like a limb off a Oak tree, was at least two and may three hands full. Mr. Henry wasn’t fat, but he was big. He’d always reminded me of the small town, red-necked sheriff’s you see in the movies or one of those monster professional football players that are built like refrigerators. Except for a patch of brown hair on his chest and a tangle of brown curls around his monster dick, which curved upward and went past his belly button, he was smooth. “How’d Jimmy, Randy and Earl fuck you?” he said after he’d stripped and crawled into the back of camper. “Just about every way you can think of” I said as he grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs apart and began to milk globs of sticky pre-cum out of his long foreskin into the crack of my ass. “Which one was the best?” he said as he began to probe the inside of my asshole with his calloused middle finger. “They were all good,” I said as I pushed my ass forward to get more of his finger inside me. “Did any of them make you cum without touching your cock,” he asked as he pushed a second finger inside me. “No sir,” I said as I began to ride his big fingers, “Usually, I waited until they were dumping their loads inside me and then I’d beat myself off.” “That’s the problem with high school kids,” he said as he pushed a third finger up my ass and began to stretch my hole, “they don’t think about the pleasure of the person they’re fucking, all they think about is getting their rocks off.” “I liked it through,” I said as little shivers of pleasure shot through my body. “I’m sure you liked it,” he said as he leaned over and stuck his tongue down my throat, “but I’m gonna make you love it, Bud. Just like you’re loving it right now. Do you know what I’m doing?” “No sir,” I said as he nibbled on my ears. “I’m massaging your prostate and that’s what’s making you shiver and quiver. When I fuck you, my big curved cock is going to brush it every time I thrust in and out and that’s what’s going to make your shoot your load without touching your peter. “You want that don’t you?” All I could manage was a quiet, “Yes sir.” “Then reach down, grab my cock, help guide it in and when I’ve got it positioned wrap your legs around my waist and let me do the rest. OK?” When I grabbed his big piece of man meat, which was slick with pre-cum, all I could think of was, “No way is he gonna get that tent pole up my little ass.” My uncle was big and thick and Mr.Henry was even bigger more thick. “Just relax, Bud” he said as he positioned the bulbous, purple head of his cock against my asshole, “The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I want this to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.” As I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, he moved his massive body on top of mine, took my head in his huge hands and began to kiss me. As his hot tongue shot in and out of my mouth and down my throat, my legs gripped his waist and his monster, Daddy meat began to slowly slide deep into my gut. My cock was rock hard and the head was touching his big belly as he began to move his rod in and out of my asshole. Each solid thrust of his big, curved cock made me squeal with pleasure. “You sound just like my wife,” he said as he began to thrust harder, deeper and faster, “I like that, Bud. I like to know I’m giving you pleasure.” “Don’t stop,” I whispered as drops of man sweat began to pour off his face, neck and chest onto me, “please don’t stop.” “I’m not gonna stop and I’m not gonna cum until I feel your boy juice hitting my belly,” he said as he began to pound my ass like a gigantic human pile driver. I pulled his head close to my face, licked off the sweat and then pulled his mouth to mine. As he began to massage my tonsils with his tongue, I began to feel a stirring inside my belly. “I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, “you’re making me cum.” “That’s the way, Bud,” he said as he rode me like a wild man, “ shoot it for me. Shoot it for me, Bud.” As my cock began to pound out hard spurt after hard spurt of jizz against his belly, I could feel his cock erupt inside me and fill my gut with hot load after load of sweet baby juice. “That was incredible,” I said as I kissed him and pulled him close to me, “ that was incredible.” “That’s the way its supposed to be, Bud” he said as he smiled and kissed me, “that’s the difference between high school boys and a man. “The next time you come out to spend the week-end with Jimmy, Randy and Earl, you make sure I’m there. Maybe I’ll show those boys the difference between making love and getting their rocks off.” “ I promise,” I said as I pulled his still hard cock deeper inside of me, “I promise.”