The Stud and His Bud - The Camping Trip - Part 2

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Another hour would pass on the winding, bumpy jeep road to the lake, but it seemed like another eternity for Stan. Groped, pinched, caressed and sexually stimulated the whole 3 hour trip left Stan in a combination of ecstasy and exhaustion. His grey shirt was nearly drenched in sweat and the precum stain now covered the entire front left side of his shorts. He pulled into the clearing next to the lake and stopped the truck.

"This it?" asks Kevin as he finally releases Stan from his torture.

"This is it," replies back Stan struggling to regain composure.

Both exit the truck and take a look around.

"Are we all alone!" Kevin asks.

"All alone. Just the two of us big guy."

"Awesome!" Kevin looks at Stan and sees him leaning against the truck looking tired. "You ok Stan?"

Stan laughs, "Yeah, kid, just hot and a long drive." It wasn't true, but Stan wasn't about to admit it was all the groping and sexual arousal, even though they both knew it.

Kevin walks around to Stan. "Yeah, Stan, I'd say your hot, your sweating right through your shirt, here let me help you get it off." Kevin reaches at the base of Stan's shirt and begins to peel the shirt off of him. Stan obliges and lifts his arms up. Kevin struggles to get the shirt past Stans massive lats and pecs. He inches the shirt up bit by bit, slowly revealing a huge chiselled body. Thick hair ran from the base of the neck past his meaty pecs and 6-pack before disappearing into the shorts. The thickness of the hair accentuated Stan's deep pec cleavage and outlined every ab muscle. Kevin finally lifted the shirt over Stan's head only to find them stuck on his bulging arms. Stan lowered his arms straight out in front of him, while Kevin pulled with all his might. After several strong tugs, the shirt came off revealing a massive, hairy stud ripe for the worshipping.

The release of the shirt almost sends Kevin stumbling to the ground and Stan laughs heartily at Kevin’s struggle.

Kevin regains his composure and tosses the shirt out in the woods, "you won't be needing this anymore." He walks toward Stan and begins to massage his giant pecs. Stan obliges, bouncing and flexing his massive pecs while Kevin rummages his fingers through his thick chest hair feeling every striation and running around every contour. Kevin drops his hands to Stan's chiseled abs and begins to caress them, follow each deep groove. He runs his hands up and down, gently placing his finger past Stan's shorts waistline and caressing the top of Stan’s massively hairy pubic area. Kevin begins to run his hands up Stan’s sides to his bulging lats. Stan responded with a double bicep pose, flexing as hard as he could. The lats blew outward, his biceps peaked in perfect proportion, veins popped out of his Popeye forarms. Kevin grinned with approval, grabbing firmly onto the meaty lats before exploring each massive bulging arm.

Kevin took his time exploring Stan’s body, and Stan patiently let him do it. As a kid, Stan didn't grow up with a father, his parent's were divorced and his dad rearly saw him. Stan grew up seeing massive guys on the street, at the gym and on TV wishing that he could meet one of them, wishing they would take him under their wing, hold them in their massive arms, let Stan nuzzle in their powerful chest, make him feel safe, loved, be a mentor, a father, someone that would allow him to explore his sexuality. But the years would pass, and his dreams would remain dreams, and Stan would go to bed each night alone, yearning for something would never come. As an adult, he pushed those feelings aside, buried them deep, but then he met Kevin and all those feelings came back. He saw so much of himself in Kevin, the loser dad, the adoration of muscle, the longing for a big, strong man in his life, and Stan knew he could provide that. With each touch of Kevin's hand, each strong embrace, each longing look, the pain and loneliness of Stan's childhood melted away. Stan would draw the line at sexual intercourse for as long as the kid was under 18; but otherwise, Kevin would have unfettered access to Stan's body to do as he pleased. If he wanted to worship, Stan would strip and flex. If he wanted to cuddle, Stan would embrace and protect him as long as he needed. Stan would give Kevin the kind of relationship he always longed for himself.

So no matter how much his muscles began to burn and shake, how much sweat poured over Stan's massive body, he would flex as long as Kevin wanted. Kevin took it all in. He eventually ran his arms around Stan's narrow mid-section and embraced him pulling himself into Stan’s large, hairy, sweaty body and resting the side of his head on the top of Stan's massive pec shelf and closing his eyes. Stan releases the double-bicep pose while he tries to relax his cramping muscles. He wraps his huge sweaty arms around Kevin's shoulders and embraces him back. He gently rubs the back of Kevin’s head with on of his big hands and kisses him on the top of his head. Stan gently bounces his hairy pecs which causes Kevins head to bounce up and down. Kevin laughs and embraces Stan even harder which Stan does back. The two embrace for several minutes.

"You ready for some lunch big guy?" Stan asks.

Kevin nods his head and slowly releases his grip. Stan releases his grip of Kevin, Kevin's shirt front is now completely covered in Stan's muscle sweat.

"Geez Stan! You got my shirt completely soaked!"

Stan laughs, "Sorry big guy, was flexing hard for ya."

"That's ok, it's hot and don't really need a shirt either." And with that, Kevin removes his shirt revealing a lean, muscular body. He tosses the shirt into the woods after Stan's shirt.

Stan laughs at Kevin's boldness and wraps one of his meaty arms around his shoulders.
"Let's get a bite big boy, I'm not a huge muscle stud from starving myself all day."

And with that the two head to the back of the truck to grab their belongings and some food.

(to be continued…)

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Damn, now Kevin is a lucky guy!!!!!