6 comments/ 21597 views/ 12 favorites Bathhouse Recollections By: timmywells It was different this time, Ben Ranalli noted after he set the tent up and looked at the pond his campsite was facing. He had been coming here for over forty years, first as a young lad with his folks and then later with his wife and kids. After the kids had grown and moved on there was a brief period when he had visited the place with just his wife, but she had passed a couple of years ago. He had been reluctant to come back here, because it brought back so many memories. Memories of his wife, who he missed a great deal because she was good company and was more a sister than a spouse. Memories of the kids, off and enjoying lives of their own with their families in other areas of the country. And then there were memories of his own youth. The place itself hadn't changed. Brown Tract Pond was a primitive campground run by New York State, and because it had none of the bells and whistles of many campgrounds - no electricity or running water and no motorized craft on the pond - it got a heartier type of camper. With nothing but serenity and the sounds of loons serenading you to sleep, it had always been a special place for Ben. Taking advantage of the warm July afternoon after setting up the old tent which had served him well for decades, Ben grabbed his towel and swim trunks and headed down the gravel road to the little beach at the end of the pond. His gait was slower now than in had been in the past, not because his 58 year old body couldn't still move because he was still in good shape, but because he now took time to pay more attention to the surroundings. So many places held memories, and he noted how many of the campsites he and his family had stayed in over the years. Reaching the little beach which only had a handful of bathers along with a solitary lifeguard, Ben paused as he saw the weathered building set back from the beach itself. The bathhouse. Ben took a deep breath as he looked at the unpainted shed where you could change in and out of your swimwear, and as he approached and looked he realized that above everything else around the place, that building held the most memories. The bathhouse was just a small facility without lights, a large room with a wall that partially divided the area where there was a bench and cubbyholes for stashing your stuff, and the other area. The showers. Four shower heads with no privacy that you could rinse off under with water no warmer than the pond. The changing area was deserted, and after Ben changed into his trunks he ducked around the corner to look into the shower section. It was also deserted, with only one shower head trickling water onto the wooden floor. Ben went over to fully close the faucet and as he did he realized that this was the shower stall he had been standing under on that very special day. ************ looking back... Ben was just a young man back then, and although he had developed early and looked older than he was, he was very naive and unsure of himself. In school he had discovered that talking showers with the guys was fun, and although he liked girls he was learning that he was aroused by the sight of naked guys as well. Back then that wasn't something you would ever admit, and with Ben being a rather macho kid nobody ever expected that during those showers Ben's eyes were darting around checking out the other guys when no one was watching. Ben had learned that he wasn't the only one looking either. From the start Ben had figured out that he was well endowed in comparison to most of the guys, and he began to enjoy the double takes and subtle stares his presence got. Since he knew the joys of looking himself, he didn't complain and being a bit of a showoff enjoyed the attention. Ben knew that guys did things to and with each other but he would never had the guts to suggest the idea to other guys for fear of what their reaction would be so he just looked but he was curious, and when he first saw how wide open the shower room at the campground was he ended up rinsing off a lot in there, enjoying watching and being watched. This place was different than school because it wasn't just guys his age but there were older men too, men his father's age and even older, and it was in that room that Ben discovered that he enjoyed a physical superiority over them as well. Even though the water was cold, when an old guy would come in and give more than a glance his way Ben would find himself getting hard and would eventually have to shield his swelling organ from view if the other person lingered. Then that one man came in, a little man with a receding hairline and big glasses. He looked like Wally Cox, a comedian who was on the Hollywood Squares TV show, and when he saw Ben in there he didn't do double takes or subtle peeks. He stared and as he did his hand was down cleaning one particular place, pulling on his slender prong while glancing towards the back to make sure no one else was coming in. Ben had turned to face the other way while the young man so this and so wasn't aware until the stranger was suddenly right behind him, his wet body against Ben's back and his dick poking him on the hip while his hand reached around Ben. "Wow, you've really got a big one on you don't you fella?" the man had said after wrapping his hand around Ben's stiffening cock, and as his fist stroked Ben's member he grunted, "I'd love you to stick this thing up my ass - later tonight maybe. You up for it? You want more of this?" Ben didn't answer because he was cumming. Twenty seconds after the first hand besides his own had touched his manhood he was spurting wildly all over the wall while the stranger was grinding his own boner against Ben's buttock, and the man didn't let go until he was limp. "9:30 tonight," the man whispered when the sound of people entering the changing room broke up the scene. "We'll have a good time me and you." Then he was gone, and Ben recalled reaching back and feeling the man's semen on his backside, quickly rinsing it off before exiting the room and top speed. Safely back at the family campsite Ben still couldn't believe what had happened. He had no intention of going back down there after it got dark, but he still couldn't get over how different it had felt to have another hand jerking him off. How good it felt. It was after 10 when his folks finally let the campfire go out and went into their trailer, and after Ben said good night and pretended to go into the tent he slept in, once he heard the door close on the trailer Ben scurried down the hill and towards the bathhouse. The beach and the surrounding area was deserted, and Ben kicked at the sand, certain that he had missed the man, but then he saw the glow of a cigarette behind the bathhouse and walked over. "I was about ready to give up on you," the man said, offering Ben a cigarette which he declined. "I'm around the other side at #65. You want to go up there with me? Maybe have a beer?" "A beer?" Ben asked. "Yeah," the man said, and after noticing the lad reaction added, "You are old enough to drink, aren't you kid?" "Uh yeah, I like beer," Ben said, and with that the two of them went down the road. That area of the campground was less popular than the rest of the place, so there were few other campers down that end which was just the way he liked it. "He" being a man named Warren who lived down in Clinton, New York. What happened up at that campsite was a blur. After being handed a can of Utica Club, Warren wasted no time in kneeling and tugging down Ben's shorts to give the teen his first blow job, and just before Ben came the older man got up from the ground and went up to the picnic table and set a towel over the end of it. "I'm already lubed," Warren said as he bent over the table and presented his ass to Ben while spreading his legs. "I like it fast and hard." Ben was lost. He knew what the man wanted but it didn't seem possible, but he went over anyway and spent an uncomfortable minute jabbing around Warren's greasy crack with his dick while the man grew impatient, finally reaching back and guiding Ben to the opening. "I'm tougher than I look so don't baby me," the man grunted, and somehow the combination of Warren leaning back and Ben pushing forward manged to squeeze the knob into the old man's anus. Once the head got in, Ben lurched forward and fully impaled himself into the man's ass. It had been like squeezing his cock into a keyhole but once it in the hot cavern clamped his cock like a vice. It didn't last long but it felt good to Ben, and in about a minute he was erupting into the hot bowels. "You want to give me hips or lips?" Warren asked as he turned around with his dick in his hand. "I don't really get much penetration so head is just as good for me. You are going to reciprocate, aren't you?" Ben had figured out what the man wanted but had no clue how to do what the man wanted. He knelt down and looked at the little pointer which was twitching nervously surrounded by a graying bush, afraid to even touch it at first. Up until a few minutes ago he thought a blow job involved blowing, not sucking, and now this Warren wanted his dick sucked too. Ben had managed to reach up and grab the man's dick, and after a number of false starts put his lips on it. After that, Ben took it in his mouth and gave the man what had to be the worst head in history. Despite the fact that Warren's erection was no bigger than Ben's thumb the lad managed to nick him with his teeth a few times before the man took charge. Warren leaned forward and as he gripped the lad's skull with his hands, moved his cock with brisk thrusts while Ben's eyes stayed in his pubes. Ben started to get used to the feel of the man's cock in his mouth and was enjoying it as Warren's balls bounced off his chin. Ben wasn't prepared for the man's ejaculation, but managed not to choke too much on the man's load until it was all over. "You never did that before, did you?" "No sir," Ben said as he wiped the cum off os his mouth. "Damn. The way you were hanging around that bathhouse playing pecker checker... how the hell old are you?" Ben told him, and then the man said he was tired and wanted to go to sleep so he sent Ben back to his own campsite. In the tent young Ben realized how much he had liked it, even the part with the man's dick in his mouth, and especially when he put his cock in the man's ass. Ben went to sleep thinking that he would go back down to the man's campsite the next morning and promise to do better, but when he got down there at dawn's early light Warren was gone even though he had said early yesterday that he would be around for a couple more days. Ben had shrugged it off but after that night he looked at life all differently. He had a gift, a look that attracted both men and women, young and old and he used it often. There was a time that he found himself preferring men to women, but an unfortunate incident in an men's room at too long after that almost got him arrested scared him straight in more ways than one. Ben then married and played the game, and while he had been tempted many times during his marriage he stayed faithful, but in the back of his mind were those memories. Memories that came back even stronger now that he was back where it started and no longer shackled by commitments and conscience. ************** It was a very pleasant afternoon for Ben, who had the beach pretty much to himself except for an old couple down at the other end and a young man and his girlfriend who spent a lot of time running in and out of the water. The girl was cute but seemed way too young for the lad, who had an amazing body on him, Ben noted as he subtly checked him out through his sunglasses. The kid was built like a swimmer, long and lean and there wasn't an ounce of fat on his nearly 6' frame, and with his long blond hair he looked like a surfer even though there were certainly no waves anywhere near here. Ben thought him a swimmer because he had roomed with a kid in college that was on the swim team and he had the same kind of body. They had gotten very very acquainted that semester - Eric was his name Ben recalled - and he had grown to love Eric's smooth and sleek body. Ben wondered whether the lad on the bed shaved his body like Eric had because there wasn't a trace of hair anywhere on him, with his legs and armpits seeming to be as smooth as a baby. Ben chuckled when he remembered how one day he had done the honors for Eric, and after shaving him from neck to toe they had been so aroused they broke the bed afterward. Ben finally saw a trace of hair, a tiny little strip of curls between the bottom of his navel and the top of his snug swim trunks, and as for those trunks - Ben was very aware that they left little to the imagination because they were very form fitting especially when they were wet. The old couple over there seemed to have made a comment to each other when the surfer boy had run past with his girl friend, and Ben wondered whether the curmudgeons were upset with the brief trunks the lad wore. "You could complain to the guy who runs the campground," Ben mumbled under his breath with no one nearby, the talking to himself a habit he had gotten into after his wife passed on, and chuckled when he added, "Of course then I would have to kill you, because I love the trunks and what's inside them." Not much inside them, Ben mused as the guy practically posed for him by running his hands through his dripping locks, but as he looked at the outline of the modest tube against the lime green fabric Ben suspected that once out of the snug poly that little fella might stretch out some, like his lover Eric's did. "And so what if it didn't," Ben mumbled as he subtly rearranged himself in his thankfully very baggy shorts, and as he tried to figure out how long it had been since he had sucked a cock. Close to forty years he figured, and he had gotten pretty good at it towards the end. Maybe when he got home he would check some dating site or that Craiglist and try to find some guy not too close to home that wanted his cock sucked or just to hang around with and jerk off together. "Just for old times sake," Ben mumbled, and then became aware that the surfer dude had been having words with his girlfriend, and as the argument escalated the girl grabbed her towel and stormed off. Left alone the surfer dude shook his head and although he looked ready to yell something at the retreating figure he seemed to become aware of Ben looking at him and bit his tongue, shrugging his shoulders and giving his audience a sad little smile. "Pain in the butt," the surfer dude said as he took a couple of steps closer to Ben. "Girls are like that sometimes," Ben said as he tried to keep his eyes focuses on the lad's face. "By nightfall she'll be all lovey-dovey again." "Melanie?" the boy said as he crunched his face up. "Hope not. She's my sister." "Oh," Ben said as he lifted his sunglasses up on top of his head and shielded his eyes from the sun. "I'm stuck babysitting," the surfer dude said. "I told her to go back to camp and give me some space and she freaked." "I see. You're here with your folks?" Ben asked. "My Mom and Melanie," the lad replied as he suddenly propped down on his knees in front of Ben. "My old man left my Mom a while back and she wanted to come up here to relieve old memories because she met him up here." "Oh, that's funny," Ben said, and then related part of the story that had brought him up here. "Cool. You want to meet my Mom?" the surfer dude asked. "She's looking for a husband, or maybe just somebody to drill her cause she really needs it." "Really?" Ben chuckled. "Yeah, but I told her to hit the gym some because she's getting a little pudgy. Big boobs though. You interested? I could introduce you two." "No thanks. I think I was a one woman man," Ben explained. "Too bad. Mom says I need a father figure. You could be my father. Interested in being my Daddy?" "I'm a little old for that job... sorry I didn't catch your name. I'm Ben," the older man said as he extended his hand. "Jeff," the surfer boy said as they shook hands, and then after continuing to eyeball the old man he added, "You don't look old." "Too old to be anybody's Daddy Jeff, although you're a fine young man," Ben said as he started to feel uncomfortable under the young man's glare. "Too bad," Jeff said as he kept staring at Ben before asking him if he was hot. "A little. Why?" "I dunno. You're sweating a lot. I was watching the sweat pour out of your armpit and figured it might be on account of you're so hairy," Jeff said. "Do hairy guys get hotter in the summer than guys like me?" "Uh - I don't know," Ben said as he lowered his sunglasses and his arm, coughing nervously. "Been a long time since I was a guy like you so I don't know." "Wish I was more like you," Jeff lamented. "The guys at school bust my chops - tell me I must shave my pits and legs or something." "Uh - I wouldn't worry about that," Ben responded as he got more and more uncomfortable. "Your body changes as you get older." "Don't think so Ben," Jeff said. "Think I'm done growing. I'm not a kid." "I know," Ben said. "Am I bothering you. You seem to be getting upset." "No - well yes. This conversation..." "I like talking to you," Jeff complained. "It's not the conversation it's the subject matter," Ben told his young friend. "Why? You uptight about stuff?" "It's not that, it's just I'm not sure that your mother would appreciated an old man talking about things like this with her child," Ben said, praying that Jeff's sister would reappear. "Told you I'm not a kid." "Okay, let's put it this way Jeff. If you were 18 that would be different," Ben said in exasperation. "Oh. That's the magic age?" Jeff asked, and after Ben nodded he added, "Well, I'm never going to be 18 again." "How's that?" Ben asked, not getting the message. "I'm not 18, I'm 19," Jeff said, and then proceeded to rattle off his birth date including the time of day along with where he graduated from high school and the classes he was going to attend in his sophomore year at Syracuse University come fall. "I get that all the time. Mom says it's because of my dimples." "Sorry Jeff," Ben said, holding up his hand in resignation. "It's just that you look so young. Hell, the whole world looks young to me, probably because I'm getting old. I meant no harm, it's just that I'm a father and get a little touchy about things like kids." "No problem," Jeff replied, a smile returning to his face. "The reason I came over to talk to you was you're about the only cool looking guy here." "Me cool?" Ben said glancing over at where the old fuddy-duddies had been but had left. "Well, I guess there's not much competition here." "Plus, I thought that you were checking me out before," Jeff said as he swallowed hard. "You can slug me if I'm wrong but every time I looked your way it seemed you were looking at me." "Am I wrong?" Jeff asked as the silence became almost deafening. "No," Ben said after a few more seconds of silence. "You aren't wrong. Guess I was daydreaming." "About me?" Jeff asked with what seemed like a hopeful look. "About - life I guess." "I know I look young but its not like I haven't - you know," Jeff said. "I've been with guys - men." "Me too," Ben said as he got to his feet while nearby the lifeguard began packing up his stuff. "But not in a long while." "Before when I said stuff about you being my Daddy?" Jeff recalled. "I said it like I was kidding but I wasn't. I dig older guys." "I thought you said I wasn't old," Ben kidded "That's not what I meant," Jeff said. "What are you 50?" "I wish. Add 8 years to that," Ben said as the lifeguard walked to his car, leaving them alone, and Ben wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Bathhouse Recollections "No shit - sorry - but I'm not kidding. You don't look it. Your hair is almost still black, except for a little on the sides up there, and here," Jeff said, reaching over and rubbing his finger on a few strands of silver hidden in the black mat on Ben's chest. "Well, I feel 58 a lot of the time," Ben sighed. "What I was trying to say before is that I know how to do stuff, and I'll do anything you want. Anything," Jeff said with fawn-like eyes, and as he looked at Ben in profile he sighed, "Oh man. Even your back is hairy." "The curse of being Italian," Ben said. "You make it sound like being hairy is a good thing." "It is to me. can't I touch it?" Jeff asked, and when Ben warned him that the beach could be seen from some campsites Jeff replied, "I'll just brush off the sand. How's that?' "Nice," Ben replied as he felt Jeff's hand rub his back, and when it started to feel too good he added, "I'll wash the rest off." "You going back in?" Jeff asked as he pointed to the pond. "No, I'm going to rinse off in the bathhouse," Ben said as he pointed to the back of the beach. "Is that what that is?" Jeff asked, and after Ben nodded he asked the older man if he was coming back down to the beach after dinner. "No, I think I'll just cook a burger and watch the campfire burn." "I'm at #65," Jeff said hopefully. "I don't think your Mom would want me showing up," Ben suggested. "Are you going to tell me what campsite you're on?" Jeff said. "Uh - I'm going to be here for a few more days," Ben explained. "Why don't we talk again tomorrow?" "You promise?" Jeff asked, and Ben assured him he would be down at the beach around noon. "Okay," Jeff replied, and then left to go back to his camp while Ben trudged to the bathhouse. Like the rest of the beach, the room was deserted, and after Ben dropped his trunks he stepped into the shower room and went to the end shower head, bracing himself for the exceptionally bracing blast of cold water. After the initial shock Ben let the water soothe his hot skin, and as he turned around under the shower head he debated whether or not to do it know or wait until later. "You know you're going to do it one way or the other," Ben told himself as he reached down and began to stroke his already stiffening member while wishing he didn't brush Jeff off like he had, but just when it was getting good Ben saw a shadow briefly appear in the doorway. Ben swiveled around as he heard the footsteps, hoping that his near erection would go away before the person came in, and then he felt the presence of someone in the room at the other end. "Hi," Jeff said timidly, and Ben tried not to look as the lad began to fiddle with the knobs. "It's cold," Ben warned just before the young man yelped. "You're right," Jeff replied. "Thought you were going back to your campsite," Ben asked while trying to keep staring at the wall and failing miserably, his eyes darting over to looked at the nubile young lad who was doing everything in his power to get the older man to notice him. "Changed my mind. Thought you were just going to blow me off and besides I had to at least see you naked once," Jeff exclaimed. "I mean I saw you getting out of the pond and I was trying to imagine - holy shit." Jeff's exclamation came as Ben turned to face his young friend, and as his eyes bulged at seeing Ben's cock at half mast swaying between his slightly bowed thighs the young man's hand went to his own organ, cupping it in his palm and pulling on it. "I knew you were hung but - damn!" Jeff said as he moved closer. "I like what I see too," Ben said as Jeff let go of his erect cock, showing the older man that since being freed from confinement and being coaxed to life the modest looking tube had become an arching and throbbing tool a healthy 6" or so. "I want to suck you off," Jeff declared as he faced Ben, his hand reaching over and grabbing the somewhat spongy monster while trying to pull on it. "Not here," Ben said. "19." "Yes, I told you I was," Jeff practically sobbed. "No," Ben explained as he tried to get Jeff to let go of his tool. "That's my campsite. Number 19" "Oh!" Jeff said, his eyes widening as his desperation waned. "Awesome. Let me get off while I look at you - got to. Can't go back to my Mom like this. Don't worry, I can cum all night." Ben watched Jeff take a step back and begin to jerk himself off furiously, his fist pumping up and down the straining shaft while he stared at the older man's crotch. "Here," Ben said as he moved over to face Jeff, and as he moved he turned the student so he faced the wall and told the lad to look out through the mesh opening high up on the wall for any company. As if his actions were beyond his control, Ben leaned up against the nubile young man, reaching around and taking the student's stiff cock in his hand while grinding his furry body against Jeff's smooth wet skin. The older man's fist wasted little time, as after seizing the lad's throbbing cock he squeezed it hard and jerked him savagely, so much so that Jeff had to grab the wall to balance himself. The result was that in a matter of seconds Jeff was leaning back against the senior, squealing while embracing Ben and rubbing his slick body against the older man's wet and hairy form. Ben could feel Jeff's cock pulsating as he came, and as the throbbing increased Jeff's eyes grew as big as saucers as he groaned to the wall, "Can't - can't stop cumming." Ben having been looking down over Jeff's shoulders, was well aware that the student was cumming, not only because of the pulsations surging through his manhood but because of the ropes of semen that were spurting against the wall. Jeff did stop cumming of course, and after turning and hugging the older man while he got his strength back the student finally stepped back and took a deep breath. Ben turned off his shower and tapped Jeff's pale butt as he went to the changing room, with his protege in hot pursuit. "Let me get you off too," Jeff pleaded, checking outside to make sure nobody was nearby. "Guys say I give great head." "Later," Ben said as he pulled on his trunks and reminded Jeff where he could be found later. "19." "I'll have to wait until dark," Jeff said and the senior nodded when he explained, "Mom goes to sleep early." "I don't," Ben replied as Jeff came up to him at the doorway. "I have lube," Jeff said. "Use it to jack off but if you want - I like it in the ass. Even big guys like you, and I'm no baby either. I like it rough and hard too. Don't know if you like doing it but if you do..." "Bring it," Ben said as he left, and after he got outside looked back at Jeff who was pulling on his trunks, his pale dimpled butt standing out against the tan skin around it. The senior exhaled as he made his way to his campsite, his semi-erect cock making the walk awkward as he thought about what he had just done and what was likely to come after the sun set. It was all so very good; the looking each other other, the feel of a stiff cock in his hand and the glory of his body rubbing up another man's. If anything it felt even better than Ben remembered it being, and then his mind turned to what Jeff had offered him later. It had been a long time for that, Ben mused as he tried to recall the last time he had engaged in that act. The first had been with that little old fellow up in this very place, and after Ben had been introduced to it he had enjoyed it a couple other times as well, although many guys were reluctant to take him on. As for his wife, Ben chuckled as he recalled his long-time companion, she even found regular intercourse uncomfortable most of the time and when he had suggested the possibility of them trying that she had made it clear that it wasn't going to happen. Forty years, Ben figured. That was a long time. *** With Brown Tract Campground being miles away from civilization and it not having electricity, when it got dark it got dark fast so except for the campfires and the moonlight it was pitch black. As Ben Ranalli sipped a beer and kept the campfire roaring he was wondering where Jeff was, hoping the lad didn't get lost because unlike his mother he had never been here before. It was after 10, and after walking down to the road and setting a citronella candle down next to the sign with the campsite number, Ben walked to the back of the campsite to relieve himself, since the outhouse for the area his site was in was a bit of a trek and besides, few sites around were occupied. Ben dropped his shorts and let the torrent begin, chuckling when he noticed that his cock wasn't flaccid, more like at half-mast and that was how it had been since he had seen Jeff, and shaking it after he finished only made it stiffer. Walking back through the brush towards the campfire, Ben saw a shadowy figure on the road, and while it could have just been somebody walking by or lost Ben still whispered, "Jeff?" "Should have brought a flashlight," Jeff said as he approached, like Ben clad only in shorts and sandals because of the muggy evening. "It's seriously dark here." "Glad you made it," Ben said and then was surprised when the lad came up to him and not only gave him a hug but kissed him. Ben was startled but not only let the boy kiss him but returned the affection, and as Jeff's hands slid up and down his back their tongues even met. After the ten second show of affection the two were both hard in their shorts. "Thought Mom would never go to sleep," Jeff said as he ground himself into Ben, rubbing his cheek into the pelt on his chest while his hands kept moving. "You don't know how much this afternoon turned me on - couldn't get that image of you out of my mind." "Same here," Ben mumbled, and although he didn't know why a beautiful boy like Jeff would find a barrel chested man three times his age who looked liked Sasquatch attractive, he was too aroused to care as they clawed at each other's shorts. "This feels so nice, doesn't it?" Jeff sighed when after the shorts came down their cocks were rubbing into each other, thanks to the young man's efforts to trying to corral them together, and when Ben reached down it got a whole lot easier and better. "Yes," Ben sighed. "Feel us throbbing? It's like we're one," Jeff observed as their hot flesh was squeezed together with their hands. "I want you to take me so bad." "Let's get in the tent then," Ben said, not sure whether the boy would want to be taken on the picnic table or not while a campsite occupied a little ways away, and while it would be muggy inside it would also be more comfortable on the deluxe air mattress. "Neat," Jeff said of the little set up with the lantern glowing as he opened the tube of lube. "I just sleep on a pad and a sleeping bag." "Did for years myself," Ben recalled as he felt Jeff's greased fingers running up and down Ben's vein riddled tool, lubricating him generously with his spinning hand. "Let me," Ben said as he had Jeff get down onto the air mattress, and after the lad got down on all fours he joined him, although not nearly as quickly or athletically as the boy. The lube would wait, he decided, because the little dimpled butt sticking up was too tempting even in the dim light. Ben grabbed the firm cheeks and parted them, and as he heard the surprised reaction he buried his face in the crevice, his 5 0'clock shadow scraping the smooth flesh as it did. Sweet, Ben mused as his tongue licked the lad's anus, and although the scent and taste were tart they sent chills down his spine and made his cock even harder, if that was possible. Judging by Jeff's reaction, either he hadn't ever been rimmed before or he was doing it well. Either way, Ben was getting as hot as the tent was, and after licking and poking with his tongue he decided to let his freshly greased finger probed the boy. Tight. Beyond tight, and as the older man spun his digit deep into Jeff he wondered how in the world he could fit into the snug orifice, but the more he worked at it the more relaxed he became. "Give it to be Ben," Jeff mumbled into the pillow his face was buried in, and although he was going to try to get another finger in to help prep the lad, he was too eager himself. Getting upright on his knees, Ben took his cock in his hand and sidled up behind Jeff, rubbing the greased end of his tool into the slippery crack before finding the puckered ring and despite the resistance of the flesh Jeff kept mumbling "Give it to me - push" as he reached back and spread his cheeks farther. "Yeah!" Jeff howled into the pillow as the head of Ben's tool popped in, and he accidentally lurched forward a bit after the ridge went in. "Sorry," Ben said, not wanting to impale him like that, but Jeff was oblivious and just kept saying "Do me - do me hard." Ben couldn't, at least not at first because it felt so could that he almost came right away as it was, so instead he just acted like the Captain of a ship with his hands on the lad's hips while sliding his manhood in and out slowly while Jeff gave up using his arms to hold up his upper torso and set his face in the pillow. Outside it was warm but very muggy but inside the tent it was oppressive even though it wasn't closed up tight, so much so that when Ben ran his hands from Jeff's hips up his back they slid on moist skin that sparkled in the lantern light. The older man's rhythm was slow and steady as he gradually slipped his tool a little deeper with every thrust. "Oh man - this is so good," Jeff whimpered as he began to try and thrust his butt back slightly every time Ben moved into him. "So freaking deep." "You like that, don't you son?" Ben asked and then looked up at the ceiling up the tent when he felt a raindrop hit the top of his head. It wasn't rain but condensation caused by the combination of the two of them exerting themselves in such relatively tight quarters, the roof looking like a cave with stalactites above them. If it wasn't so good Ben would have suggested they go outside to continue but he couldn't bear the thought of having to take his cock out of the boy's exquisite ass so he ignored the condensation falling on them, since Jeff was already dripping wet and the sweat had already made Ben's hairy chest sparkle in the dim light. "Oh yeah," Ben moaned after leaning down over the teen for a moment, and as the soggy bear reached around Jeff he found his cock so stiff it was curled up towards his stomach. "Ooh!" Jeff gasped as the old man's hand grabbed his slick cock and began stroking it, his fist running the length of the slender prong. "Shit! Gonna cum!" As the old man felt the lad's cock surge in his grasp he began thrusting faster and harder, and after Jeff stopped cumming Ben kept pulling until the boy went totally limp and he straightened up. Now Ben started humping Jeff's ass the way the lad wanted it, with each thrust forward punctuated by a grunt and the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin. The only man's vision was blurry as the perspiration ran down from his scalp, but he could see the sweat flying off of him as his orgasm neared. Jeff was just there bracing himself and presenting his backside up high, the only sounds he made were gasps of pleasure along with muttering for Ben to go faster and harder as his balls slapped around, and then Ben cried out himself as his cock surged. Ben stopped thrusting and just rested there fully impaled in the boy's ass while his cock jerked and twitched while filling Jeff's bowels with his seed, and he kept his deflating cock in the boy as he bent over and embraced the lad. "So good - you were so good son," Ben kept mumbling until his cock slipped out and his back told Ben to straighten up. "Ben that was so good," Jeff said while rolling onto his back, and as he seemed to be suddenly aware of the conditions inside the sweat locker of a tent he asked the older man if the tent had a leak. "No Jeff, but let's get out of here," Ben said and he unzipped the tent all the way down and forced his aching bones to move. Outside, even though it was muggy as well it was at least bearable, and as Jeff came out and joined him the student ran his fingers through what had become a soggy rug on his chest. "Didn't realize how hot it really was in there," Jeff said. "No, I won't be sleeping in there tonight," Ben said as he nodded toward the tent. "It's a mess even without the condensation." "I made a mess too," Jeff asked as he leaned up against the older man. "I know, I think I helped you make it," Ben said. "I know I must smell." "We could go down to the bathhouse again," Jeff suggested. "Although I love the scent of you as you are." "Actually we have to go down there when you go back to camp so that's not a bad idea," Ben said, and after grabbing a couple of beers from the cooler the two of them sat down at the picnic table and chatted about everything except what they had just done. "I don't want to go," Jeff said as he got up. "I understand, but this had been the best day of my life in a long time," Ben declared as he got up slowly. "I'm glad - you have no idea how good you were - even though it feels like you're still in me," Jeff kidded, and after they got shorts and sandals back on Ben grabbed a flashlight and walked with the boy down the pitch black gravel road towards the bathhouse, with the few campsites occupied having doused their fires. "Without that flashlight I couldn't have seen my hand in front of my face," Jeff commented as after they got out of the forest cover and out to the open air of the beach area they gained a little light with the stars and the quarter moon helping illuminate a bit. "Crazy as it sounds I remember people without a lamp getting lost after visiting the outhouse," Ben noted as they entered the old wooden bathhouse, and after they stripped and went into the shower area the older man said, "Somehow the water won't feel as cold now." "Almost like it's sizzling on our skin," Jeff said as the water cascaded over him, and after they rinsed off the used their hands on each other, cleaning off the sweat as well as enjoying the touch of each other's bodies. "I'm afraid that's dead for a while," Ben lamented as the lad pulled on his flaccid hose. "I still like the way it feels," Jeff explained as he kept milking the limp hose. "Now you on the other hand," Ben said after a little touching brought the boy's cock to attention once again, and then the old man got down on his knees in front of Jeff, his lust overcoming the pain in his back and knees as he cupped the boy's ass cheeks and brought him and his arching plum close. "Oh man," Jeff sobbed as Ben's mouth slid all the way down the slick shaft, his lips reaching the base and sucking a bit before letting his mouth glide back to the tip. "I'm not going to last very long." Ben eased up as best he could, the thrill of feeling a sweet cock in his mouth again possibly as good for him as it was for Ben, and he quickly learned that he could still do it and do it well as he had Jeff moaning as he fell back against the wall and the cold water still cascaded over them. "Oh man!" Jeff sobbed as he clutched the old man's head while his cock erupted, and Ben's hands on Jeff's ass cheeks kept him close as the seed spurted into his mouth and down his throat. Ben sucked on the gorgeous manhood until the lad was spent, and Jeff helped him get up afterward, the two of them hugging until the water actually started feeling cold again. The were going to have to drip dry since Ben had forgotten a towel, but it was a perfect night to do that, and after Ben escorted the lad back to his camp Jeff asked him of he would be at the beach. "I'll be there, but I might go fishing in the afternoon," Ben said. "There's a pond way in the back there." Bathhouse Recollections "Could I go with you?" Jeff asked. "I don't have fishing stuff but..." "You can share mine," Ben said and then added, "It doesn't matter because I think it's a dead pond these days. I just like to sit back there because it's pretty, but I would love the company." "Great," Jeff replied as he looked up at this totally still campsite, and then turned back and embraced Ben, the two of them kissing before Jeff said, "Thanks for the best night of my life." "Thank you," Ben whispered, and after shining the light a bit for Jeff he headed back to #19. *** "So what do you think?" Jeff asked the next night after sneaking down to my campsite again. "It was - interesting to say the least," I admitted for the evening meal I had with Jeff and his mother and sister at their campsite. "I mean my Mom - what did you think of her?" Jeff said excitedly. "She was a very nice woman," I said. "The burgers were great." "How did you like those tits?" Jeff asked. "Jeff! That's your mother," I reminded him as he sat next to me at the picnic table as I lit the citronella candle. ""She's got a pair on her though, that's for sure. Are you trying to be a matchmaker?" "Hey, I love my Mom and you know how I feel about you," Jeff said as his hand groped my crotch. It was a strange day, with Jeff's mother coming down to the beach with his sister, and after introducing us we chatted while Jeff kept his sister occupied, and after she told me at least a dozen times she was divorced I got invited to their site of dinner. "She's gaga about you," Jeff said. "After you left she was babbling on an one about how you didn't look your age and how you looked like Anthony Quinn whoever he is, and now she's talking about going to the Y and working out. It's not like you live that far from us." "She's a very nice woman, like I said," I admitted and although I was much more interested in her son than her, being around her will make me easier to get with Jeff dusing his school breaks. "I saw you checking out her tits - she wears a 40 double D bra you know - and she was all over you," Jeff insisted as he pulled my cock out. "Couldn't stop talking about your hairy chest and how strong you looked, and when we were swimming she saw that bulge in your wet trunks. I know Mom wasn't getting anything like that from my old man. What do you think?" "We'll see. Don't force it and let things happen naturally," I said, and then Jeff nodded and lowered his face onto my lap while I pondered the possibilities. *** thank you for reading this story which is complete - you are free to contemplate the possibilities.