"Roamin' in the wild with Jerico
A red hot hunk, as we all know
Blazin' new trails with his blazin' bush
Takin' all the heat of his creamy mush
Toby sang this terrible ditty as we hiked into the woods. Jerico looked intrigued. I just rolled my eyes.
Toby and I had worked it out with Jerico so he could join us on our next camping trip, and we were already on the trail, moving toward our original campsite, the one with the tie-down tent stakes already in place. We had plans for those, unbeknownst to Jerico.
It was a lovely, sunny day and the weather outlook was good for the weekend. We hadn't been out in the wilderness for awhile, and it seemed good to get outside once more. Jerico seemed stunned by the scenery, and I think it appealed to his artistic nature. He had the talent to work his impressions into artwork with depths and nuances that communicated more than just trees and landscapes, more than mountain vistas ever could.
"Feeling inspired?" I asked, gesturing around at the clustered trees.
"Overwhelmed a bit," he admitted. "I'd forgotten what it's like to be out in nature. Not much time for that, what with pizza delivery and art. But it's great to be here and breathe in that woodsy aroma," he paused, sniffing the wonderful, heady scent.
We reached our campsite in record time and set up camp quickly. The circle of stones where we had our fire before was still in evidence, the stones scattered a bit, but quickly put to rights. Our tent stakes where Toby had been tied were still in place, ready to be put to immediate use.
I signaled Toby and we silently flanked an unsuspecting Jerico. We had him completely stripped in seconds, even though he put up a good struggle. Toby grabbed some rope from his pack and we manhandled Jerico down at the stakes, him powerless against the two of us. I sat firmly on his stomach while Toby lashed his arms to the waiting stakes, helping to hold him spread eagle as Toby knotted the ropes securely.
Jerico was cursing us soundly, confused as to what was going on. Instead of using the stake I had used to bind Toby's balls, we pulled it out and added another, pounding them in near Jerico's ankles so we could lash his legs down. Spread wide, of course.
With our victim bound handily, we stood back to look at our handiwork. "What gives, guys?" Jerico spat. "I thought we were here to have fun."
"Oh, we're gonna have fun. This is just the start of it," I assured him. "Now, we know we can't leave you out here in the sun too long with that fair freckled skin of yours," I comforted him. "We don't want you to burn to a crisp. So here's the deal."
"We want to squirt our cum on you this weekend as many times as possible. We're gonna decorate you with our jizz, starting now. And yours, too. We're gonna coat your fine freckled self with spunk, especially that fine red gold dickbush that's glinting like an inferno in this sun." I lovingly fluffed it for him, almost expecting sparks to rise from his glowing flames.
"Yeah," Toby echoed. "And you have to let it dry. All of it. And wear it with pride all weekend. No washing it off until just before we leave," he reached and tweaked Jerico's very pink nipple. "This red fur will be stiff as steel wool by the time we're finished," he stroked his way through the fur to the other nipple.
"If you agree, we'll untie you so you won't fry in the sun. But we'll add your cum to the costume, jacking you off so often your dick might give up the ghost. Can you handle being Crusty Cumpup for a couple days?"
I teasingly ran my hand over his cock, stroking it a bit to get him interested. His cock seemed willing to participate. I even tickled his sensitive navel, poking my finger deep inside and then withdrawing it and circling it, frolicking through his snazzy red trail and making his giggle and wiggle.
"Sounds like a winner weekend to me," he gasped, trying to twist away from my invading fingers. Toby pinched his nips roughly, adding to his twitchiness and writhing.
"Who's gonna start first?" Jerico wondered.
"Oh, you are, my artistic pal. You're gonna lay the foundation of your cum couture. We'll add to it as we can. Us old men can't firehose like you younger tykes."
"Speak for yourself, old timer," Toby sneered, rubbing his very evident meaty package. "Some of us can drizzle the icing with force, flatulence, and flamboyance.
And finesse."
"Well, since you're such an experienced expert, why don't you do the honors for Jammy Jerico, here, and show us how it's done?"
"My pleasure," Toby crowed, moving to grasp Jerico's twitching member. "And, hopefully, yours, too, mate," Toby grinned at the waiting Jerico. "Let's show this amateur how it's done, okay?"
"Ready for blast off. Take me into orbit, will you?"
"Yep. Gotta prime the thrusters a bit, though," Toby swallowed Jerico's cock in one giant slurp. He pulled off it it, looking dismayed. "Houston, we have a problem. This rocket's leaking fuel like there's no tomorrow." He arched Jerico's dick so that his precum dripped into his fiery mat of pubes. He moved to lap on Jerico's balls, sucking one into his mouth and massaging it thoroughly with his tongue.
"We could duct tape that leak," I suggested helpfully. "Duct tape fixes everything."
