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  • Getting to know pete

    • When I was little my dad died in a car accident; I really don't even remember him. Mom always told me what a fine man he was and how she missed him. But now when I was in high school mom met a new guy. She dated him about 3 months before I even met him. The timing was never right or I was at practice or something. Just never worked out.

    I am and was about 5'10", brown hair, blue eyes and a jock. I loved wrestling and baseball. Kept me in good shape too! Around the time mom was dating Pete I was discovering a lot of things about myself. I knew I was gay for years. I bet I knew when I was five. But I started to realize that I liked real masculine type guys and men that smelled like men. I loved the locker room. The sweat smells and naked flesh. It was difficult at times to hide my needs, but I did. I even loved my own rank smells especially when I jerked off. I never wore deodorant or underwear. I wore jocks for sports but never washed them.

    I dated the best looking girls and banged them here and there too. I did all I could to keep up with the rest of the boys, but I knew I really didn't want pussy. I wanted some of my buddies' asses and cocks.

    Anyway, mom finally arranged for Pete and I to meet by cooking us dinner on a Sunday night. I promised to hang around all evening and get to know him. Mom was sure this was the next husband in her life and wanted to be sure we got along. At around 6 pm the doorbell rang and mom asked if I could answer it as she was busy in the kitchen. I ran over and opened the door and my mouth almost fell to the ground but I remained steady.

    Pete was about 6'0" and built like a brick shit house. He had a handle bar mustache and a coarse 5 o'clock shadow on the rest of his face. He was wearing a denim shirt and jeans. His shoulders were broad and his thighs looked like they were gonna make the jeans bust open. He wasn't muscular in the "I work out 6 times a week" muscular sense--he was workingman muscular. We shook hands and as he walked past me I could catch the scent of some Brut that he must have put on to impress mom. But under that Brut I could smell what impressed me. Masculine scent. No deodorants or powders on this man. I was doing all I could to keep down a hard on.

    During dinner we all chatted and got along fine. Mom was all dreamy eyed and nervous. Pete seemed comfortable and sure of himself. I found out that Pete owned his own contracting company, but didn't have a big crew so he was hands-on all the way. He basically knew how to do all the work himself, but he did contract out to keep the unions happy. He asked if I would be interested in working during the summer and I said hell yes I would.

    As the evening wore down Pete asked if I had ever been camping. I had but not in a long time. He had an idea that maybe we should go next weekend and get to know each other better. Just Pete and I camping was more than I could register at the moment. How was I gonna go a whole weekend without popping a boner in front of this stud.

    Well, we agreed that Pete would pick me up at school on Friday and we would head up to a mountain lake he knew about. Mom was thrilled that we were getting along so well and I was thrilled I would get to know him better.

    Friday came around and as promised Pete's truck was in front of the school waiting for me. I hopped in and the first thing that struck me was his stink. Damn I popped a boner right there and we hadn't even left the school property yet. I looked over at him and he was in dirty torn up jeans and a torn tee without sleeves. He said he didn't much bother to clean up after work since we were going to the woods anyway. I told him that was fine since I didn't shower after gym either.

    It was June and the truck didn't have air conditioning and I was getting hot. I had on a tee shirt and cargo shorts. I took off my tee and felt better. Pete glanced over and chuckled "Yep, go ahead and get comfortable bud. I guess you're not shy."

    I replied, "Sorry I guess I am pretty comfortable around you, hope you don't mind."

    Pete said, "Hell no bud, I am happy you're comfortable around me, makes me that more comfortable around you. I've been wanting to ditch my shirt since I left work but didn't want to show up at your school looking like a total white trash red neck. Grab the wheel for me so I can take off mine too."

    I did as he asked and had trouble keeping my eyes on the road when he lifted his arms. The aroma from his pits made me nuts. Damn I would give anything to dive into them but he would probably sock me and take me back to mom telling her I was a no good fag. So once he took the wheel, I settled back into my seat and tried to compose myself. How was I gonna make it through this. He was a fine man and I had the 'hots' for him bad. But he was off limits. Besides being my mom's boyfriend, you could tell he was all man and most likely wouldn't like to be hanging around no queer.

    It took three hours but we made it up to the spot Pete told me about. It was some private land that butted up to a lake. He confessed to me when we arrived that it was actually his land and that he hadn't told my mom about it yet. It was kinda his private refuge and didn't like many people knowing about it. We unloaded the truck and started to put together a tent Pete brought. As we put it up I noticed that it was only a two-person sleeper. Not much room for anything else.

    I was never even gonna get to jack off. We set up the rest of camp and put two coolers side by side. One had food in it and Pete had a cage that he placed over it to keep out the animals. The other cooler was full of beer. No cokes water or juice...just beer. I was kinda surprised, but I liked beer and hoped he meant for me to have it too. He looked over and just said, "Keep it between me and you and you can have as much as you want. I'm sure your mom would kick my ass if she knew I let you drink."

    I looked up and just said, "Deal".

    Pete sat down and took his work boot and socks off and started to build a fire. It was gonna be dark in an hour or so and he wanted to be ready. He had a woodpile already there from previous trips so we didn't have to do much for that. He then pulled out a couple of steaks and prepared a grill. By the time the steaks were cooked the camp was set up and we were at home in our little campsite.

    Pete said to grab a couple of beers and he would get the steaks and we would eat. After we ate we just sat around the fire and talked. At this point I just had my cargo shorts on and he was still in his work jeans. After about the fourth or fifth beer Pete got up to piss. He didn't go far and I just listened to him letting go. It sounded so hot out here in the woods. I wish I could have watched closer to see how big his cock was.

    When Pete turned around and came back his jeans were still unzipped, but his cock was tucked inside. He went commando like me. As we drank he started to tell me more about his life. He was 36 and had lived alone since he moved out of his parents' house at 18. He dated, but never lived with a woman and didn't know if he could handle it. He said he loved my mom but he was so used to doing his own thing that he wasn't sure he could change.

    "Hell bud, sometimes I don't shower for a few days because I'm the only one who has to put up with it. I like that life. Sometimes I drink too much and don't like to wear much at home either. I don't know if there are many women that can put up with that."

    "I know what you mean," I said, " I don't like to shower much either and mom starts smelling me and bitching. She says I am too old to not have better hygiene. I just like the way I smell sometimes."

    Pete looked over and grinned, "So do I boy". I looked up and wasn't sure if he meant he liked the way he smells or the way I smelled. With that he grabbed us a couple more beers and we were getting kinda toasted. Well at least I was.

    "Why don't we have this last one in the tent then get some shut eye?" Pete said. I agreed and we headed towards the tent. As we approached the tent Pete let his jeans fall and then dove inside. I let my shorts fall too and dove into my sleeping bag. It was just then that I had noticed that the zippers to the sleeping bags were facing each other. Pete's was still unzipped. I didn't bother to zip mine up either. We finished our beers and then said good night. I laid there in the dark wishing I could jerk off. I was hard as a rock lying next to this stud. But sleep took over and I gave in.

    At about 6 am the light from the sun woke me up. Pete was stirring as well. We both yawned and tried to get the sleep from our eyes. He looked over and said good morning. Before we got up he wanted to talk about something. He said that when he comes up here by himself he is usually pretty carefree and wondered if I minded nudity and such. I must have salivated when I said I didn't. He then said that I was welcome to dress or not as well. This was a man's trip and just between the guys so don't be shy. I then had to confess that I would be worried about getting hard if I ran around naked all day.

    Pete just chuckled and said, "Bud, do you really think that I stay soft all day. I probably will pop one here and there too. Don't worry about it." With that I was okay. I jumped up and ran out of the tent to take a piss. Pete was right behind me. He even came up on my side to piss side-by-side. I couldn't help to look down and what a nice sight I saw--thick and long--even soft.

    I asked what we were gonna do today. Pete just looked at me and said, "Well we can do what ever you want to do, but when I come up here I like to stay naked, drink beer and shit in the woods," then he laughed and I joined him.

    "I don't think we have enough beer for both of us to do that all day." I said.

    "Oh yeah we do. There's two more coolers in the back of the truck!" Pete said. I laughed, it sounded good to me. We stoked up the fire and fried some bacon and eggs and grabbed a couple of beers. It was still kinda cool out, so the fire felt good on my bare skin. After we ate and cleaned the dishes in the lake we sat down at the edge of the lake and talked some more. We brought the cooler down to the lake with us so we wouldn't have to go far.

    "So you're a bit of a pig boy yourself ain't ya," Pete said all of a sudden. I sat there and asked him what he meant, "Well you said you like to stink and I bet you don't wash your jocks too often. You piss on yourself in the shower too?"

    I was shocked. but not so much that my cock didn't start to get hard. "How did you know?" I asked nervously.

    "I think we are a lot alike boy." With that Pete farted and let go of some piss while he sat there. I just watched and got harder. He grinned at me and said that he felt real comfortable to be himself around me and he hoped I wasn't offended by him.

    I stuttered out a response, "No...it's...fine."

    "I was right wasn't I boy? You do like to be a pig right? I do and I usually don't share it with anyone but people I can trust. I feel like I can trust you boy." My heart pumped faster and I was thrilled. This stud said he felt like he could trust me to be himself. He could be anything he wanted from that point on. He had me.

    "Open a couple more beers bud." I did as he asked and gave him one. "So how much have you been with other dudes" he said.

    I said "WHAT??"

    "Come on bud. I told you we were a lot alike and I know what you like. I know you date all the hot pussy at school, but you like your man time too. Just like me. How many buds you been with?"

    I don't know if it was the beer or the question, but I started to feel dizzy. I grabbed my head and Pete came over and asked if I was all right. He grabbed me and pulled me up. Held me in his arms and asked if I was okay. I looked up and said 'yes'. Then it happened. I just kissed him.

    "I take that as a yes to my questions," Pete said. Then he laughed and put me back down. He lay next to me and started to kiss my body. He licked my neck and my pits then my chest then went down to my cock. He looked up and said, "You haven't pissed yet bud. Why don't you let go."

    I was more than willing and let go. As I did he grabbed my cock and put it in his mouth. He drank it all down. When I was finished he kept on my cock and got it hard and kept sucking. When I came he swallowed all that too.


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