The Last Family Vacation Pt2
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Story contains, Femboy, Oral, Interracial, Old/Young. Written in FP PoV
That first day of vacation went by way better than I had expected it to go. Right away I’d gotten a wonderful facial and a decent mouthful of cum from my favorite guy in the whole world. Plus, not an hour after that, I’d been able to bring my step dad to orgasm simply from fondling his boner right through his khakis, which was something I was still trying to figure out how I’d managed to pull off. I mean, did I really turn the guy on that much for him to get off on something as simple as a groping? I had no answer to that, but so far the vacation definitely hadn’t been boring in the least. Nor were the bugs all that bad, so there was that to be thankful for as well.
That night while Brad and I were laying next to one another in our three-man tent, we carried on a whispered conversation about whether or not to fool around. Ultimately we decided to just wait for the morrow since fucking around in our tent was taking too much of a risk. We were only 50 feet away from our parents after all, and we didn’t have any background noise to help mask any moans or groans we may let loose in the heat of the moment. So, as much as we didn’t want to, we still decided to just wait. I did let him spoon me throughout the night though, so the night wasn’t a total loss.
It wasn’t even light out yet when I heard mom and Jack up and about outside the tent the next morning. I tuned in to their whispered talk but only caught scraps of their conversation while they ate their breakfast and drank their coffee. But what I did catch let me put together the idea that they were planning on renting a couple canoes from the main lodge once they were done getting around. That actually sounded like it could be fun, but not so much that it kept me from going back to sleep again. Who gets up before the sun anyhow?
When I woke up the next time, it was to the sound of silence. Well, it was sort of quiet anyhow. Brad was snoring right next to me, but other than that I didn’t hear anyone else in the camp. And with that, I rolled over so I was facing my step brother. Yep, he was still zonked out. I didn’t let that stop me from reaching over and laying my hand on his morning wood, though. At some point this morning he’d thrown his blanket aside, so there was nothing at all keeping me from laying my hand on his naked boner right now. Hell, I hadn’t even realized he’d gone to bed completely naked till just now.
He murmured softly as soon as my hand settled down on his erection. I didn’t think it would matter one way or the other if he woke up or not, but for some reason I just wanted to be by myself this morning while I played around with his manhood. So after a two second pause, I quietly turned sideways and propped myself up on my elbows so I could look right down at his beautiful package. I leaned down then and kissed the thick shaft, then worked my way down even further until I was smooching his balls. I let my nose rest right on his junk while I lightly kissing him all over the place down there, and dearly loved the musky scent of jock-sweat mixed with his own unique body odor. Jesus, that is one smell I will never get tired to inhaling, let me tell you that!
I breathed him in a few more times, then slowly started to work my way back up his eight inch erection, laying down soft little kisses against the underside of his shaft along the way. When I got to his swollen head I just tilted my head to the side and slid my lips right over it, then without using any hands at all I lifted him up off his stomach and began a slow, sensual blowjob. I took him as deep inside my mouth as I could go, then tried once more to go just a bit further. I could manage just a little bit of head slipping past the threshold before my gag reflex kicked in, and it looked like that was about all I was going to be able to take. I was getting better at it, I think, which was encouragement enough for me to just kept at it.
I think a good five minutes went by before I finally came to realize that Brad was no longer sleeping, and just as soon as that flashed into my awareness I got up to my hands and knees and swung myself right over the top of him into a 69. I never let his cock slip from my mouth even once during that maneuver and felt pretty damn good about the skill I’d just displayed.
Brad immediately smashed his face right into my upturned pantied ass, and then it was go-time. While he practically gave himself a bloody nose from shoving his nose up my ass as hard he was, I picked up the pace of my bobbing head and really tried to take as much of his meat as I could on each and every thrust. We were not quiet at all now that it was game-on, but I was confident that mom and Jack were no longer in camp with us. So I held nothing back. My mouth was salivating so much that I had a puddle of spit pooled up at the base of Brad’s erection in no time at all. And I was making all kinds of sloppy, wet, slurpy sounds while I sucked him off with greater and greater speed. We were both moaning and groaning now, with more than few grunts mixed in for good measure, and I knew Brad well enough by now to know that he was getting damn close to the brink, and with that delicious thought in mind I cut loose with a big morning fart right in his face. I didn’t hold anything back on it at all. At first I felt him flinch away from me back there, then he cursed loudly in what sounded like heartfelt passion before jamming his face in my ass once more. Then he just kept right on cussing on each exhale he made, only to shut up when he was busy taking in another lungful of my airy discharge.
He came a few seconds later, my mouth literally flooding with his explosion. I tried like hell to keep up with the yummy stuff, but knew it was a failed effort when I felt more and more of it slip by my slurping lips. I kept right on stroking him with my mouth and didn’t let up until I felt him pull away from me back there, which was then followed by the sound of his head hitting his pillow with finality.
“Jesus fucking Christ that was amazing!” Brad barely manege to get out he was panting so hard.
I mumbled something to the affirmative, but put most of my focus towards cleaning every last bit of his juice up that had pooled down at the base of his erection, right in his thin coating of pubes. That scent of musk was now powerful as hell and I breathed it in with relish as I licked and licked and licked him clean.
“What a way to wake up in the morning.” Brad said once I rolled off him.
He had his eyes closed and a dreamy smile plastered all over his face right now. I snickered to let him know I totally agreed. “Did you like my stinker?” I shyly asked.
Brad opened his eyes and looked over at me. “Oh man, that was friggen incredible, Sammie! You totally need to keep doing that!”
This time I outright laughed at him. Couldn’t help it. The fact that he liked my ass so much that my stinkers drove him this crazy just seemed plain ridiculous to me. Then again he and his dad did spend a lot of time with their faces in my butt, so maybe I shouldn’t jump to conclusions so fast. To each their own, as they say.
***
Brad actually fell back to sleep a few minutes after we were done fooling around, so with a shake of my head over his laziness, I dressed as quietly as I could, then exited our tent to see what the second day of our vacation was looking like.
Beautiful. It was warm, sunny, and peaceful as hell.
Right away I saw that Jack’s SUV was gone, which meant that he and mom were still up at the lodge renting out the canoes. I grabbed a snack bar from one of the coolers, then walked off into the woods so I could relieve myself. I had to use some big leaves to wipe myself clean, but that was ok, it just meant that Brad would have plenty to smell should he pop his nose back in my butt sometime later today. So not having any toilet paper just sort of worked out for everyone I guess. And yes, I would’ve used some had some been available. I couldn’t, though, because all the toiletry supplies were in the SUV, so…
The outfit I’d chosen to wear today was pretty daring, and I felt a little nervous about wearing something so skimpy in front of Jack and mom, even though both of them had been showing more and more acceptance towards my cross dressing here lately. The Women’s cotton shorts I had on were grey, skin tight, and molded to my every curve and crevice. They were borderline too short, which let me show off just a hint of cheek back there. Yes my little package was plainly visible, but we’ve already established that it was too small to worry about. The top I’d chosen to wear with them was just a stretchy white half-tank with the word PINK written across the front. I looked sexy as fuck right now, if I did say so myself.
Grabbing one more snack bar and calling my breakfast done, I took off down one of the trails Brad and I hadn’t investigated the day before. I think it was the same trail he and my mom had taken when they’d went off on their berry-picking adventure. The trail was well maintained, so it was pretty easy to navigate. I was in no danger of getting lost, that was for sure.
Not too sure on how far I’d walked, but it had to have been a good 15 minutes before I came to a stop. And it was right about then that I heard the telltale sound of a pole being cast, which was then followed by the splash of the bait and sinker hitting the water. This had to be another camper, which would make it the first I’d seen here, so as you can imagine I was pretty excited to see if they were having in luck catching anything or not.
It took me a moment to find the path leading down to their fishing spot, but once I found it I worked my way around the thick vegetation until I was suddenly stepping out into sunlight again. I’ll be honest here. I almost turned around and tip-toed away when I saw the nearly-naked guy standing at the water’s edge with a pole in hand. The dude was shirtless and just plain massive in every way. And black. Or maybe dark brown would be more accurate. And judging from his apparel, or lack thereof, I was guessing that he was actually a frequent visitor to the lake, if not an actual local. The old, raggedy denim shorts he had on spoke of him being more a local fisherman rather than some guy out here on vacation. The things were frayed to beat hell and were baggy enough to actually look pretty damn comfortable. And like I said, the dude was humongous. Easily six and half feet tall, and heavy with muscle.
I was just about to turn around and sneak away when the guy suddenly looked back over his shoulder and saw me standing there 10 feet behind him. He blinked. Then quirked an eyebrow in what looked like curiosity when he looked me up and down. No doubt he was trying to figure out if he was looking at a boy right now or a pretty little girl.
I gave him a nervous smile and a tentative little wave in the hopes I could defuse the situation. “Um, hello.” I said, and was glad that my voice didn’t quiver.
“Howdy yourself.” the man replied.
It didn’t surprise me at all that the man’s voice was as big as he was, but what did surprise me was just how good looking he was once a smile sprouted out on his dark face. I mean, it was just something I hadn’t been expecting I guess.
Just as soon as I saw how kind that smile was, I felt myself relax in the big man’s presence. The thought of being even remotely afraid of him was now a distant memory.
“Having any luck?” I asked while stepping towards him, then right past him so I could stand at the water’s very edge.
“Oh my...” I heard his deep voice mumble. “Um, no, no, not yet anyhow.”
I glanced back over my shoulder and saw his eyes quickly look away from my sweet, girly butt. I had figured the sight of my butt had been the reason for his initial stumble, but now that it was confirmed, it made me smile and sent a flutter of excitement through my whole body.
Oh man, I was totally going to do this…
I turned towards the massive man and offered him my hand. “My name’s Sam. Or Sammie. Whichever you want to use is fine.”
The guy’s hand totally engulfed my own, and it made my eyes bug out to see just how much bigger his was to mine. Damn, that just looked intimidating as hell if you asked me. Those were some big fucking hands!
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Sammie. I’m Carl.” the big man said with that inviting smile of his.
As soon as he let me have my hand back, he sat right down on a shirt that he’d brought with him. He then brought his knees up so he could rest his muscled arms on them, looking for all the world like he was ready to play the waiting game when it came to fishing. I wasn’t sure if he’d done this on purpose or not, but as soon as I looked down and saw the huge gap in the leg of his baggy shorts his bent legs were causing, I immediately took advantage of it by simply dropping down to my knees and sitting back on my heels right where I’d been standing. I could clearly see right up inside that gap now, and I almost gasped aloud when I saw that the man was totally naked underneath those old shorts. I knew this because I could fucking see his naked cock and balls clear as day. And even without being hard at all, I was already confident that Carl’s junk was the biggest I’d ever seen, and it made me wonder if all black guys were really this big. I’d heard the rumors of course, but now that I’d seen my first one I was definitely going to have to make an effort to find out once I got back home.
I was totally lost in the moment as I kept right on staring at Carl’s nakedness, but was brought back to the present all too soon when he purposely cleared his throat. I knew I’d been busted gaping at him, and it made my face heat up when I looked up and met his smiling face.
“Sorry Sammy.” he said with a tease to his voice. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I was just asking how old you were.”
I honestly didn’t want to tell him the truth. If I did, I was sure he would have nothing to do with me after that. So I just did the smart thing and lied.
“Eighteen.” I said, and immediately felt my face heat up again.
It didn’t help that Carl’s expression turned to disbelief right away. I wasn’t fooling anyone with that number, but thankfully he seemed to take the hint and didn’t push it.
“Well, you definitely look like you’re aging well, Sammie.” he said with a smirk.
I returned his grin with one of my own, then dropped my eyes back to the big gap in the leg of his shorts. Shit, the man sure did have a sweet looking set of cock and balls, that was for sure. And from the looks of it, I was pretty sure he wasn’t circumcised either. That thought right there just made me want to peel that foreskin back and lick that head just as clean as I could get it.
I wasn’t sure if I was projecting my lustful thoughts or what, but all of a sudden I saw Carl’s big dick start to move and rotate along his inner thigh, then slowly but surely start to expand in size right before my eyes. I think my mouth actually dropped open at some point, because that thing was fast getting some pretty stupid size to it. And less than a minute later I found myself gaping at his fully erect penis, and it was all I could do to not moan in lust. Those frayed, baggy, shorts of his did nothing to hide his arousal anymore, his cock being so big now that it actually stuck out a good three inches past the bottom of their frayed end.
That was some crazy hot cock right there! “Wow, I really like your shorts, Carl.” I said in a distracted voice.
“Yeah I’ve had these things for a long time.” he replied, and I was grateful that he chose to play ignorant over what was really going on, much like what I was doing.
I nodded absently as I kept right on staring at his huge naked boner. “Well they definitely look comfortable.” I said and scooted a little closer.
As soon as I got settled again, Carl let the leg his cock was running alongside drop off to the side while he kept this other leg where it was so he could keep his elbow propped on it. With his leg now bent but laying off to the side like it was now, his big boner was free to push up and out into the open even more. There was actually very little of his huge cock even covered at this point and I found myself scooting just a little bit closer.
“Goodness, looks like my schlong just up and slipped right out the leg of my shorts, Sammie.” Carl said in a deep teasing voice.
Without even realizing that I’d done it, I was abruptly aware that at some point I’d gotten to my hands and knees and was now in the process of leaning down towards that mammoth slab of black meat of his. I paused my decent as soon as the realization came to me, though it pained me to do so. My face was now only a few inches away from that big thing and all I wanted to do was push that foreskin back and suck on that big bloated head.
I could feel my face heating up for a third time as I slowly looked up to see what Carl’s reaction was going to be. He was definitely not upset, that was for sure. Nor did he look even remotely nervous about exposing his huge manhood to a young little Femboy like me. I felt myself relax as soon as I saw his patient expression and knowing smile.
“Um, not to sound rude or anything,” I hesitantly said. I tried to make my voice sound as sweet as I could. “But would you mind if I sucked on your big beautiful black cock for a little while?”
Carl’s smile got a little bigger. He looked down to his fully erect cock, then back up to me. “Well, I suppose if you really want to, I guess I can let you for a little bit at least.” He then reached out and brushed my loose bangs out of my eyes. “You sure are a pretty little thing after all. It would almost be a sin to not let you wrap that sweet young mouth of yours around my dick.”
I was nodding long before he finished talking. Then I was leaning all the way down so I could smell his balls. I actually had to push my nose inside the gap of his shorts to get to them, but I managed to get my nose in there nice and deep for a good long sniff of his black junk. Fuck me, that was some strong smelling jock rot right there, let me tell you! It smelt like Carl hadn’t showered in a couple days. I grabbed the leg of his shorts and pulled sideways so I could really get my nose worked in there against the source of that smell. It was fucking driving me crazy!
“Oh, I see someone likes a little funk with their junk.” I heard Carl playfully say from somewhere far far away.
I had his big nut sack out in the open now as well as every inch of his massive boner, and I was going all out at running my face all over it in the hopes that I could take his strong scent with me once we parted ways. I swear I could bathe in the mouthwatering smell his junk was putting off.
“Oh man, Carl! You smell SO good!” I whimpered, then finally grabbed his thick cock up with my right hand and pushed down so I could watch his foreskin peel back over his bloated pink head. Whoa, now that looked fucking yummy right there. Just as soon as I had it out in the open, I leaned back in and kissed that gorgeous thing right on the pee hole. It was already leaking a tiny bit of pre-cum and I let it stick to my lips so Carl could see when I turned my head sideways and kept right on peppering him with quick little kisses.
“You sure do know how to stretch a moment out, don’t you little lady.” He was patiently smiling as he watched me rain delicate kisses all over his big cock.
“Oh man, I wish I could take you home with me.” I said with heartfelt passion.
Carl laughed outright over that thought. “Since I don’t see that happening, Sammie, I reckon maybe we should just make the most of what we got right now, don’t ya think?”
I gave him a quick grin and a nod, then started to jack him off and finally wrap my mouth around that big, warm, pink cockhead. I then put forth every bit of passion I was feeling into my blowjob, and it wasn’t long before I had his entire boner slick with slobber. I was salivating so much that I was making all kinds of sexy slurping sounds as I worked his head in and out of mouth repeatedly. Carl was so friggen thick that I couldn’t get anything more than just the head in my mouth. And it wasn’t comfortable at all, but he smelt and tasted so damn good that I just ignored the ache in my jaw and kept right on working him with both mouth and hand.
In a slow, steady move, Carl managed to get to his feet without making me loose any rhythm at all. He took a wide stance as soon as he was on his feet again, then just stood there and watched me work his big meat.
Pushing my bangs out of my eyes again, he said, “Pretty little face like yours should be covered in cum, don’t ya think Sammie?”
That made me tingle all over when a picture of what that would be like came into my head, and all I did was nod quickly as I continued to work his cockhead from every angle.
“Ooh, I thought you might like that.” he said in that deep voice of his.
He then reached over so he could take over with his own handjob while I continued to work his head with my slurping, slobbery mouth.
“Goodness, you are just the sweetest thing!” he practically whispered as he watched me work. “Now keep that pretty little mouth of yours open so Uncle Carl can cum right in it...”
Carl used his other hand to grab a handful of my hair so he could push me away, then jerked himself off so his cockhead was bouncing all over my lower face. I was breathing heavily as I eagerly awaited his orgasm to hit, and I was hoping like hell that he was a good shot because I really wanted to see what a black man tasted like.
This monster of a man did not disappoint.
Carl’s jerking hand suddenly came to a stop and I could see him gripping it hard so he could hold his charge back while he took aim. The first blast of semen hit my chin so hard that it ricocheted off to the side and landed on my right shoulder. The second, thankfully, shot right into my wide-open mouth, then Carl was aiming so the rest of his spewing cum flew all over my face. God damn there was a lot of it! I ran what I had in my mouth around on my tongue before swallowing it down, curious as to what it wasn’t going to taste like. I didn’t see any difference between his and Brad’s, though, which meant I could sit here all day long and suck him off if I could. Shit, I think I may be addicted to cum… Well, I guess there were worse things to be addicted to.
I waited for Carl’s hand to drop back to his side, a clear signal that he was done, before taking it back up in my own so I could give it a proper cleaning. And also so I could use it to push some of his facial off my face and into my hungry mouth. I really had to get as much of his discharge into my mouth as I could. This was my first black man after all and I definitely didn’t want any of his yummy cum to go to waste.
He was panting pretty good as he watched me work, the muscles in his stomach clenching noticeably every time he exhaled. There was still that ever-present smile on his face, though, and I felt pretty confident that he’d enjoyed this just as much as I had.
“I’ll be here again tomorrow too, Sammie.” Carl said as soon as I was done and getting to my feet. “You know, just in case you get thirsty again and need a drink from old Carl here.”
I grinned like a little school girl up into his handsome face, then started to head towards the trail in back of him. “Thanks Carl. It was really nice meeting you.” I said from over my shoulder.
I took my leave then, and had to smile when I discovered that I could still smell the scent of his junk. Apparently I really had rubbed some of his jock-rot off on my face. Now if only they could figure out how to bottle and sell that scent…
That first day of vacation went by way better than I had expected it to go. Right away I’d gotten a wonderful facial and a decent mouthful of cum from my favorite guy in the whole world. Plus, not an hour after that, I’d been able to bring my step dad to orgasm simply from fondling his boner right through his khakis, which was something I was still trying to figure out how I’d managed to pull off. I mean, did I really turn the guy on that much for him to get off on something as simple as a groping? I had no answer to that, but so far the vacation definitely hadn’t been boring in the least. Nor were the bugs all that bad, so there was that to be thankful for as well.
That night while Brad and I were laying next to one another in our three-man tent, we carried on a whispered conversation about whether or not to fool around. Ultimately we decided to just wait for the morrow since fucking around in our tent was taking too much of a risk. We were only 50 feet away from our parents after all, and we didn’t have any background noise to help mask any moans or groans we may let loose in the heat of the moment. So, as much as we didn’t want to, we still decided to just wait. I did let him spoon me throughout the night though, so the night wasn’t a total loss.
It wasn’t even light out yet when I heard mom and Jack up and about outside the tent the next morning. I tuned in to their whispered talk but only caught scraps of their conversation while they ate their breakfast and drank their coffee. But what I did catch let me put together the idea that they were planning on renting a couple canoes from the main lodge once they were done getting around. That actually sounded like it could be fun, but not so much that it kept me from going back to sleep again. Who gets up before the sun anyhow?
When I woke up the next time, it was to the sound of silence. Well, it was sort of quiet anyhow. Brad was snoring right next to me, but other than that I didn’t hear anyone else in the camp. And with that, I rolled over so I was facing my step brother. Yep, he was still zonked out. I didn’t let that stop me from reaching over and laying my hand on his morning wood, though. At some point this morning he’d thrown his blanket aside, so there was nothing at all keeping me from laying my hand on his naked boner right now. Hell, I hadn’t even realized he’d gone to bed completely naked till just now.
He murmured softly as soon as my hand settled down on his erection. I didn’t think it would matter one way or the other if he woke up or not, but for some reason I just wanted to be by myself this morning while I played around with his manhood. So after a two second pause, I quietly turned sideways and propped myself up on my elbows so I could look right down at his beautiful package. I leaned down then and kissed the thick shaft, then worked my way down even further until I was smooching his balls. I let my nose rest right on his junk while I lightly kissing him all over the place down there, and dearly loved the musky scent of jock-sweat mixed with his own unique body odor. Jesus, that is one smell I will never get tired to inhaling, let me tell you that!
I breathed him in a few more times, then slowly started to work my way back up his eight inch erection, laying down soft little kisses against the underside of his shaft along the way. When I got to his swollen head I just tilted my head to the side and slid my lips right over it, then without using any hands at all I lifted him up off his stomach and began a slow, sensual blowjob. I took him as deep inside my mouth as I could go, then tried once more to go just a bit further. I could manage just a little bit of head slipping past the threshold before my gag reflex kicked in, and it looked like that was about all I was going to be able to take. I was getting better at it, I think, which was encouragement enough for me to just kept at it.
I think a good five minutes went by before I finally came to realize that Brad was no longer sleeping, and just as soon as that flashed into my awareness I got up to my hands and knees and swung myself right over the top of him into a 69. I never let his cock slip from my mouth even once during that maneuver and felt pretty damn good about the skill I’d just displayed.
Brad immediately smashed his face right into my upturned pantied ass, and then it was go-time. While he practically gave himself a bloody nose from shoving his nose up my ass as hard he was, I picked up the pace of my bobbing head and really tried to take as much of his meat as I could on each and every thrust. We were not quiet at all now that it was game-on, but I was confident that mom and Jack were no longer in camp with us. So I held nothing back. My mouth was salivating so much that I had a puddle of spit pooled up at the base of Brad’s erection in no time at all. And I was making all kinds of sloppy, wet, slurpy sounds while I sucked him off with greater and greater speed. We were both moaning and groaning now, with more than few grunts mixed in for good measure, and I knew Brad well enough by now to know that he was getting damn close to the brink, and with that delicious thought in mind I cut loose with a big morning fart right in his face. I didn’t hold anything back on it at all. At first I felt him flinch away from me back there, then he cursed loudly in what sounded like heartfelt passion before jamming his face in my ass once more. Then he just kept right on cussing on each exhale he made, only to shut up when he was busy taking in another lungful of my airy discharge.
He came a few seconds later, my mouth literally flooding with his explosion. I tried like hell to keep up with the yummy stuff, but knew it was a failed effort when I felt more and more of it slip by my slurping lips. I kept right on stroking him with my mouth and didn’t let up until I felt him pull away from me back there, which was then followed by the sound of his head hitting his pillow with finality.
“Jesus fucking Christ that was amazing!” Brad barely manege to get out he was panting so hard.
I mumbled something to the affirmative, but put most of my focus towards cleaning every last bit of his juice up that had pooled down at the base of his erection, right in his thin coating of pubes. That scent of musk was now powerful as hell and I breathed it in with relish as I licked and licked and licked him clean.
“What a way to wake up in the morning.” Brad said once I rolled off him.
He had his eyes closed and a dreamy smile plastered all over his face right now. I snickered to let him know I totally agreed. “Did you like my stinker?” I shyly asked.
Brad opened his eyes and looked over at me. “Oh man, that was friggen incredible, Sammie! You totally need to keep doing that!”
This time I outright laughed at him. Couldn’t help it. The fact that he liked my ass so much that my stinkers drove him this crazy just seemed plain ridiculous to me. Then again he and his dad did spend a lot of time with their faces in my butt, so maybe I shouldn’t jump to conclusions so fast. To each their own, as they say.
***
Brad actually fell back to sleep a few minutes after we were done fooling around, so with a shake of my head over his laziness, I dressed as quietly as I could, then exited our tent to see what the second day of our vacation was looking like.
Beautiful. It was warm, sunny, and peaceful as hell.
Right away I saw that Jack’s SUV was gone, which meant that he and mom were still up at the lodge renting out the canoes. I grabbed a snack bar from one of the coolers, then walked off into the woods so I could relieve myself. I had to use some big leaves to wipe myself clean, but that was ok, it just meant that Brad would have plenty to smell should he pop his nose back in my butt sometime later today. So not having any toilet paper just sort of worked out for everyone I guess. And yes, I would’ve used some had some been available. I couldn’t, though, because all the toiletry supplies were in the SUV, so…
The outfit I’d chosen to wear today was pretty daring, and I felt a little nervous about wearing something so skimpy in front of Jack and mom, even though both of them had been showing more and more acceptance towards my cross dressing here lately. The Women’s cotton shorts I had on were grey, skin tight, and molded to my every curve and crevice. They were borderline too short, which let me show off just a hint of cheek back there. Yes my little package was plainly visible, but we’ve already established that it was too small to worry about. The top I’d chosen to wear with them was just a stretchy white half-tank with the word PINK written across the front. I looked sexy as fuck right now, if I did say so myself.
Grabbing one more snack bar and calling my breakfast done, I took off down one of the trails Brad and I hadn’t investigated the day before. I think it was the same trail he and my mom had taken when they’d went off on their berry-picking adventure. The trail was well maintained, so it was pretty easy to navigate. I was in no danger of getting lost, that was for sure.
Not too sure on how far I’d walked, but it had to have been a good 15 minutes before I came to a stop. And it was right about then that I heard the telltale sound of a pole being cast, which was then followed by the splash of the bait and sinker hitting the water. This had to be another camper, which would make it the first I’d seen here, so as you can imagine I was pretty excited to see if they were having in luck catching anything or not.
It took me a moment to find the path leading down to their fishing spot, but once I found it I worked my way around the thick vegetation until I was suddenly stepping out into sunlight again. I’ll be honest here. I almost turned around and tip-toed away when I saw the nearly-naked guy standing at the water’s edge with a pole in hand. The dude was shirtless and just plain massive in every way. And black. Or maybe dark brown would be more accurate. And judging from his apparel, or lack thereof, I was guessing that he was actually a frequent visitor to the lake, if not an actual local. The old, raggedy denim shorts he had on spoke of him being more a local fisherman rather than some guy out here on vacation. The things were frayed to beat hell and were baggy enough to actually look pretty damn comfortable. And like I said, the dude was humongous. Easily six and half feet tall, and heavy with muscle.
I was just about to turn around and sneak away when the guy suddenly looked back over his shoulder and saw me standing there 10 feet behind him. He blinked. Then quirked an eyebrow in what looked like curiosity when he looked me up and down. No doubt he was trying to figure out if he was looking at a boy right now or a pretty little girl.
I gave him a nervous smile and a tentative little wave in the hopes I could defuse the situation. “Um, hello.” I said, and was glad that my voice didn’t quiver.
“Howdy yourself.” the man replied.
It didn’t surprise me at all that the man’s voice was as big as he was, but what did surprise me was just how good looking he was once a smile sprouted out on his dark face. I mean, it was just something I hadn’t been expecting I guess.
Just as soon as I saw how kind that smile was, I felt myself relax in the big man’s presence. The thought of being even remotely afraid of him was now a distant memory.
“Having any luck?” I asked while stepping towards him, then right past him so I could stand at the water’s very edge.
“Oh my...” I heard his deep voice mumble. “Um, no, no, not yet anyhow.”
I glanced back over my shoulder and saw his eyes quickly look away from my sweet, girly butt. I had figured the sight of my butt had been the reason for his initial stumble, but now that it was confirmed, it made me smile and sent a flutter of excitement through my whole body.
Oh man, I was totally going to do this…
I turned towards the massive man and offered him my hand. “My name’s Sam. Or Sammie. Whichever you want to use is fine.”
The guy’s hand totally engulfed my own, and it made my eyes bug out to see just how much bigger his was to mine. Damn, that just looked intimidating as hell if you asked me. Those were some big fucking hands!
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Sammie. I’m Carl.” the big man said with that inviting smile of his.
As soon as he let me have my hand back, he sat right down on a shirt that he’d brought with him. He then brought his knees up so he could rest his muscled arms on them, looking for all the world like he was ready to play the waiting game when it came to fishing. I wasn’t sure if he’d done this on purpose or not, but as soon as I looked down and saw the huge gap in the leg of his baggy shorts his bent legs were causing, I immediately took advantage of it by simply dropping down to my knees and sitting back on my heels right where I’d been standing. I could clearly see right up inside that gap now, and I almost gasped aloud when I saw that the man was totally naked underneath those old shorts. I knew this because I could fucking see his naked cock and balls clear as day. And even without being hard at all, I was already confident that Carl’s junk was the biggest I’d ever seen, and it made me wonder if all black guys were really this big. I’d heard the rumors of course, but now that I’d seen my first one I was definitely going to have to make an effort to find out once I got back home.
I was totally lost in the moment as I kept right on staring at Carl’s nakedness, but was brought back to the present all too soon when he purposely cleared his throat. I knew I’d been busted gaping at him, and it made my face heat up when I looked up and met his smiling face.
“Sorry Sammy.” he said with a tease to his voice. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I was just asking how old you were.”
I honestly didn’t want to tell him the truth. If I did, I was sure he would have nothing to do with me after that. So I just did the smart thing and lied.
“Eighteen.” I said, and immediately felt my face heat up again.
It didn’t help that Carl’s expression turned to disbelief right away. I wasn’t fooling anyone with that number, but thankfully he seemed to take the hint and didn’t push it.
“Well, you definitely look like you’re aging well, Sammie.” he said with a smirk.
I returned his grin with one of my own, then dropped my eyes back to the big gap in the leg of his shorts. Shit, the man sure did have a sweet looking set of cock and balls, that was for sure. And from the looks of it, I was pretty sure he wasn’t circumcised either. That thought right there just made me want to peel that foreskin back and lick that head just as clean as I could get it.
I wasn’t sure if I was projecting my lustful thoughts or what, but all of a sudden I saw Carl’s big dick start to move and rotate along his inner thigh, then slowly but surely start to expand in size right before my eyes. I think my mouth actually dropped open at some point, because that thing was fast getting some pretty stupid size to it. And less than a minute later I found myself gaping at his fully erect penis, and it was all I could do to not moan in lust. Those frayed, baggy, shorts of his did nothing to hide his arousal anymore, his cock being so big now that it actually stuck out a good three inches past the bottom of their frayed end.
That was some crazy hot cock right there! “Wow, I really like your shorts, Carl.” I said in a distracted voice.
“Yeah I’ve had these things for a long time.” he replied, and I was grateful that he chose to play ignorant over what was really going on, much like what I was doing.
I nodded absently as I kept right on staring at his huge naked boner. “Well they definitely look comfortable.” I said and scooted a little closer.
As soon as I got settled again, Carl let the leg his cock was running alongside drop off to the side while he kept this other leg where it was so he could keep his elbow propped on it. With his leg now bent but laying off to the side like it was now, his big boner was free to push up and out into the open even more. There was actually very little of his huge cock even covered at this point and I found myself scooting just a little bit closer.
“Goodness, looks like my schlong just up and slipped right out the leg of my shorts, Sammie.” Carl said in a deep teasing voice.
Without even realizing that I’d done it, I was abruptly aware that at some point I’d gotten to my hands and knees and was now in the process of leaning down towards that mammoth slab of black meat of his. I paused my decent as soon as the realization came to me, though it pained me to do so. My face was now only a few inches away from that big thing and all I wanted to do was push that foreskin back and suck on that big bloated head.
I could feel my face heating up for a third time as I slowly looked up to see what Carl’s reaction was going to be. He was definitely not upset, that was for sure. Nor did he look even remotely nervous about exposing his huge manhood to a young little Femboy like me. I felt myself relax as soon as I saw his patient expression and knowing smile.
“Um, not to sound rude or anything,” I hesitantly said. I tried to make my voice sound as sweet as I could. “But would you mind if I sucked on your big beautiful black cock for a little while?”
Carl’s smile got a little bigger. He looked down to his fully erect cock, then back up to me. “Well, I suppose if you really want to, I guess I can let you for a little bit at least.” He then reached out and brushed my loose bangs out of my eyes. “You sure are a pretty little thing after all. It would almost be a sin to not let you wrap that sweet young mouth of yours around my dick.”
I was nodding long before he finished talking. Then I was leaning all the way down so I could smell his balls. I actually had to push my nose inside the gap of his shorts to get to them, but I managed to get my nose in there nice and deep for a good long sniff of his black junk. Fuck me, that was some strong smelling jock rot right there, let me tell you! It smelt like Carl hadn’t showered in a couple days. I grabbed the leg of his shorts and pulled sideways so I could really get my nose worked in there against the source of that smell. It was fucking driving me crazy!
“Oh, I see someone likes a little funk with their junk.” I heard Carl playfully say from somewhere far far away.
I had his big nut sack out in the open now as well as every inch of his massive boner, and I was going all out at running my face all over it in the hopes that I could take his strong scent with me once we parted ways. I swear I could bathe in the mouthwatering smell his junk was putting off.
“Oh man, Carl! You smell SO good!” I whimpered, then finally grabbed his thick cock up with my right hand and pushed down so I could watch his foreskin peel back over his bloated pink head. Whoa, now that looked fucking yummy right there. Just as soon as I had it out in the open, I leaned back in and kissed that gorgeous thing right on the pee hole. It was already leaking a tiny bit of pre-cum and I let it stick to my lips so Carl could see when I turned my head sideways and kept right on peppering him with quick little kisses.
“You sure do know how to stretch a moment out, don’t you little lady.” He was patiently smiling as he watched me rain delicate kisses all over his big cock.
“Oh man, I wish I could take you home with me.” I said with heartfelt passion.
Carl laughed outright over that thought. “Since I don’t see that happening, Sammie, I reckon maybe we should just make the most of what we got right now, don’t ya think?”
I gave him a quick grin and a nod, then started to jack him off and finally wrap my mouth around that big, warm, pink cockhead. I then put forth every bit of passion I was feeling into my blowjob, and it wasn’t long before I had his entire boner slick with slobber. I was salivating so much that I was making all kinds of sexy slurping sounds as I worked his head in and out of mouth repeatedly. Carl was so friggen thick that I couldn’t get anything more than just the head in my mouth. And it wasn’t comfortable at all, but he smelt and tasted so damn good that I just ignored the ache in my jaw and kept right on working him with both mouth and hand.
In a slow, steady move, Carl managed to get to his feet without making me loose any rhythm at all. He took a wide stance as soon as he was on his feet again, then just stood there and watched me work his big meat.
Pushing my bangs out of my eyes again, he said, “Pretty little face like yours should be covered in cum, don’t ya think Sammie?”
That made me tingle all over when a picture of what that would be like came into my head, and all I did was nod quickly as I continued to work his cockhead from every angle.
“Ooh, I thought you might like that.” he said in that deep voice of his.
He then reached over so he could take over with his own handjob while I continued to work his head with my slurping, slobbery mouth.
“Goodness, you are just the sweetest thing!” he practically whispered as he watched me work. “Now keep that pretty little mouth of yours open so Uncle Carl can cum right in it...”
Carl used his other hand to grab a handful of my hair so he could push me away, then jerked himself off so his cockhead was bouncing all over my lower face. I was breathing heavily as I eagerly awaited his orgasm to hit, and I was hoping like hell that he was a good shot because I really wanted to see what a black man tasted like.
This monster of a man did not disappoint.
Carl’s jerking hand suddenly came to a stop and I could see him gripping it hard so he could hold his charge back while he took aim. The first blast of semen hit my chin so hard that it ricocheted off to the side and landed on my right shoulder. The second, thankfully, shot right into my wide-open mouth, then Carl was aiming so the rest of his spewing cum flew all over my face. God damn there was a lot of it! I ran what I had in my mouth around on my tongue before swallowing it down, curious as to what it wasn’t going to taste like. I didn’t see any difference between his and Brad’s, though, which meant I could sit here all day long and suck him off if I could. Shit, I think I may be addicted to cum… Well, I guess there were worse things to be addicted to.
I waited for Carl’s hand to drop back to his side, a clear signal that he was done, before taking it back up in my own so I could give it a proper cleaning. And also so I could use it to push some of his facial off my face and into my hungry mouth. I really had to get as much of his discharge into my mouth as I could. This was my first black man after all and I definitely didn’t want any of his yummy cum to go to waste.
He was panting pretty good as he watched me work, the muscles in his stomach clenching noticeably every time he exhaled. There was still that ever-present smile on his face, though, and I felt pretty confident that he’d enjoyed this just as much as I had.
“I’ll be here again tomorrow too, Sammie.” Carl said as soon as I was done and getting to my feet. “You know, just in case you get thirsty again and need a drink from old Carl here.”
I grinned like a little school girl up into his handsome face, then started to head towards the trail in back of him. “Thanks Carl. It was really nice meeting you.” I said from over my shoulder.
I took my leave then, and had to smile when I discovered that I could still smell the scent of his junk. Apparently I really had rubbed some of his jock-rot off on my face. Now if only they could figure out how to bottle and sell that scent…
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