Jacob and Ransom never thought inviting the weird old biker Cooter to their camping trip to ride dirtbikes in the woods would lead to a hardcore stretch of man-on-man redneck action! But this camping trip just turn into their most intense weekend ever!
Can they handle this much hardcore alpha male action?!
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When Jacob and Ransom went camping, they always brought their dirtbike along. Only it was never really their dirtbike, it was Jacob’s brother’s, and this week Jacob’s brother had had to sell it to make bail money for his girlfriend. So they had no dirtbike for this weekend’s camping trip.
“No dirtbike? You li’l ingrates, shit!” Cooter said when they told him. His anger made his big bushy beard jiggle. He scowled at them both.
“It’s not my fault!” Jacob said. “If you don’t want to go camping, that’s fine-“
“Nah, nah, I’ll still come,” Cooter said. His scowl turned into a shrug like he wasn’t angry a moment ago. “We’ll just get drunk. That’s usually all I do campin’. Tha’ss the whole point, reckon.” He clucked his tongue and winked at them. “See you boys later.”
He went off then, presumably to get his things for the camping trip. Jacob and Ransom exchanged knowing looks. The whole point of inviting Cooter was to ride dirtbikes. They were trying to impress him. What would they even talk about with a middle-aged man all weekend?
Ransom sighed. “Aw man, I kinda wish he wasn’t coming now.” Josh nodded his agreement. They were both ambivalent because Cooter was scary. The good kind of scary. Or at least not the really bad kind. Jacob and Ransom would never admit that, it’d make them look weak, but it was true. Cooter was a middle-aged biker — his license was suspended, his motorcycle in police custody, so he was only a biker in a cultural sense — who was active in the Jagged Right, a badass motorcycle gang who controlled the underground in this neck of the woods, that neck being Martinsburg, West Virginia. Cooter had an old-timey beardy like a gold prospector, with a broad burly body and a perpetual scowl. He was stacked like a rugby player despite being fortyish (or maybe older, he seemed positively ancient to Jacob, but he never complained of sore knees, so maybe not that old, it was hard to tell, he’s the kind of guy you can’t imagine ever looking young). They’d been trying to get him to go dirtbike riding with them for months. Both Jacob and Ransom wanted to be badasses like Cooter, and they hoped to get in with the Jagged Right through him.
Their spot was in the Crambighter Woods Campground. That was a low-budget spot near the highway, somewhere between a campground and a homeless encampment. It was a semi-legal encampment of semi-homeless men, a little splat of tents and trailers, a splat that was hoping to grow up into a trailer park one day. Anyway, the campsites were spread over a two-mile-long road that looped back on itself, but you were allowed to go deeper into the woods to set up your own site. A few of those informal campsites were well-maintainted, and one of them was where Jacob and Ransom always went. They considered it their campsite.
So it was unfortunate that they had to go camping this weekend with no dirtbike. Cooter was shooting them dirty looks as they got to the campground and set up for the night. That at least was something Jacob and Ransom could do in their sleep, which was good because they got there late, just as the sun was going down.
“We’re sorry, Cooter,” Jacob finally said. “It was my brother, he’s such a dumbass! He was driving the dirtbike on the highway! The Interstate! I told him, he’s gonna get arrested.”
Cooter was quiet at first. “That’s pretty badass. Bet he caused a traffic jam though.”
“It was like three in the morning. And he was drunk. And on probation. And he had two green downers in his pocket,” Jacob said. “They’re auctioning off the dirtbike, cuz he owes like twelve grand in fees and shit.” A grim silence spread around the campfire, which Cooter was waving to get it going. He wasn’t doing a very good job, but the other two didn’t point it out to him. When Cooter finally let out a chuckle, then another one. Jacob and Ransom followed, and before long all three were laughing out loud.
“I got you boys a surprise too,” Cooter said when the laughter died down. “I think he’s comin’ now.”
“Who?”
“You brought someone else?” Ransom bit his lip. If it was anyone other than Cooter, he’d have been pissed they invited some stranger.
It turned out not to be a stranger though.
It was Yancey Garraty, the sissy at the trailer park they all came from. Yancey was a slim thirty-something man with a limp wrist and a high-pitched voice like a girl. He was always vaguely creepy, like he had extra eyes hidden somewhere. Jacob and Ransom wrinkled their nose when they heard the sound of Yancey approaching, which was the sound of a dirtbike.
Yancey brought a brand-new dirtbike with him, as he followed the trail from Crambighter Woods that Cooter directed him to. Yancey drove it at slow speed to the campsite where Cooter, Ransom and Jacob sat around a fire. Ransom was tall and fresh-faced, with a big confident chest and broad shoulders. He had a deep voice, ruddy cheeks and dark hair. Jacob was the youngest, at barely twenty-one. He was thin and lanky, deeply-bearded, and he wore camo pants as if they were his uniform.
Cooter stood up when Yancey parked the dirtbike near their campsite. The other two stood as well, but Cooter came closer. Jacob and Ransom stayed behind, wary — they assumed at first that Yancey was here to attack them or challenge them in some way. Cooter hadn’t told his friends what was going on.
“Who’re you, man?!”
“Hey! This is our campsite. Whatchoo doin’?”
Cooter held one hand up for silence. His dark face was in shadows cast by the campfire. Jacob and Ransom both fell silent. Cooter didn’t look at the other two, he just came closer to Yancey and shook his hand. He inspected the dirtbike, which was sparkling clean, having only been purchased earlier today.
“Cooter, what’s going on? Hey.”
“Hey boys,” Yancey said with a flounce and a smirk in their direction, then he blushed and fell silent. He licked his lips.
Cooter nodded that he was satisfied. He looked at his friends. “You boys know Yancey, right?” He wagged his finger at them. “You call him Mistah Yancey, show him respec’.” They hadn’t disrespected him, but they both looked down as if chagrined anyway. Yancey wasn’t even his last name, which it wasn’t clear Cooter understood, but neither Jacob nor Ransom pointed that out. Cooter glared at them. “He a straight-up sissy, boys and we gonna ram the ever-lovin’ shit outta him tonight. He gonna give us the dirtbike.”
They looked at each other, then at Cooter, then at Yancey, then back at each other again with wide eyes and a series of stammers.
“What?”
“Yo, what? We ain’t like that, dawg. We ain’t… We ain’t, y’know, booty bandits like you-“
“You for real?”
“Ah, shit, Yancey…” Ransom shook his head, not like he was refusing, like he was mourning.
Cooter growled. “Shut up, both you fuckwits,” he said. He straightened his back. “Once you been locked up, you need the booty, boys, you know that.”
“You know that, Cooter.” Ransom chuckled, his jaw-droppingly deep voice echoing in the forest. “You say that all the time. But we ain’t been in prison-“
“I’ll do it,” Jacob blurted out. He tried to sound cocky. Usually Ransom came off as the badass leader of the two of them — and their little friend group — so Jacob was eager to show that he could ball. He chugged the rest of the can of beer he had opened, and he belched. “No problem.”
“Hell yeah!” Cooter clapped his hands once, then clasped Jacob on the book. “You gonna like this, you the shit, Jacob.” He winked at Jacob, and he grabbed another beer for himself and one for Jacob.
“Yeah, cool,” Ransom chimed in, as if this wasn’t a reversal of positions for himself. He couldn’t be shown up by his friend. He only thought about what he was agreeing to — sticking his dick in Yancey’s butthole — after he said it.
Cooter had been in prison for years, and everybody knew he was a booty bandit. He had a “girlfriend” in there, and he said all the time that only a wuss jacks himself off. Real men have girlfriends or they swing on the downlow. Jacob and Ransom had never disputed that because they didn’t want to admit they were scared to do anything more than jack off next to each other and both were sort of still virgins. Neither would admit that to each other or to Cooter.
“If you don’t cornhole him, this ain’t ya dirtbike,” Cooter said. He had a deep, glowery voice, like he was simmeringly angry all the time. “Whoever do it get to share it. It’s ours.”
“Wait, he bought us a dirtbike?” Jacob asked.
“Hell yeah,” Ransom said. His big-boy voice boomed. “No problem. You should know I’m gonna plow like a stallion, man, I swear, I might break you into little lavender pieces, boy. You okay wit’ that?” He was nervous, but he felt he had to lean into it. No looking like a wuss in front of Cooter. “When I fuck women, I’ll go slow and gentle, but if’n you gonna bend ovuh for me, you best not back out.” He chugged his beer just like the others, then grabbed another and chugged that. He really wanted to be good and drunk for this.
“Yes, sir,” Yancey said. He giggled and sashayed towards the campfire. He went to Ransom, whose massive chest puffed out like he was being threatened by tiny little Yancey. Yancey was shorter and thinner than Ransom, looking like a child’s doll next to him. He stuck one hand under Ransom’s shirt and tweaked his nipples. Ransom’s chest rippled and he gasped. He almost pushed Yancey away instinctively, but then didn’t. He just sniffled and looked away.
“Aw, man, aw, man, aw, man,” Ransom said with a laugh. His big dumb face turned deep, dark red. He was one of those people that laughed when he was nervous, and his big hairy body shook. He suddenly became very ticklish. Yancey’s fingers got his armpits, and Ransom flexed his muscles and smiled to cover up his ticklish laughter.
“Take off your shirt,” Yancey said. That was the only reason he agreed to this: Ransom was the handsome one with the splendid chest. He groped every inch of his torso. Cooter had his alpha-male allure, Yancey thought, but he could have Cooter’s dick anytime for free. Jacob was cute like a puppy or a sad refugee, but he wasn’t worth a dirtbike.
Yancey wanted Ransom.
Ransom took his shirt off, laughing so hard he was nearly hyperventilating. “Aw, man, this is crazy, you know, you know, okay, okay, no big deal, but like, you know, shit, that’s crazy,” Ransom’s eyes bugged out. “Like whatever, it’s cool.” He had grown up on a farm, and he looked like it — he had a thickly padded body filled with muscles. Yancey licked a trail down his muscles and pulled down his loose-fitting jeans to reveal a plump cock.
Cooter was already naked. He wrinkled his nose as he stroked his dick, looking at that tight asshole he was about to ram. Jacob was a few feet away, getting undressed more slowly. Cooter got naked a lot. Ever since his time in prison, he had no shame about taking his clothes off. Jacob tried to have the same confidence; he had a big barrel chest like Cooter.
But no matter what Jacob did, it was always obvious that Cooter was stronger, tougher and had a bigger cock. His foot-long horse-cock always made Jacob feel small. Ransom too had a huge dick, though not quite as long as Jacob’s. They all showered together cuz their trailer park only had hot water in the communal showerhouse, but Jacob and Ransom had never seen Cooter’s leviathan erect before.
They were both bugging out at sight of it, but they played it cool. Cooter’s hairy body gleamed in the campfirelight.
“C’mon, stick that ass up, boy,” Cooter said. He spat on the palm of his hand and wiped into into Yancey’s ass. That was for lube, but Jacob and Ransom silently thought that was crazy. Cooter just casually stuck his finger in Yancey’s ass, and Yancey let out a moan like he liked it. then he grabbed Ransom’s cock and put the whole thing in his mouth — it was big but soft and seemed shrunken in the cool night air. Ransom sucked in his breath.
“Yeah, shit, get it wet, man, shit…” Ransom was suddenly stricken with fear that he wouldn’t get hard. He didn’t show it though, and after a few seconds, a pleasurable tingle did arise at the root of his cock. Yancey’s warm mouth encircled his whole shaft, which his tongue battered as he choked up mouthloads of spit that soaked Ransom’s ballsac.
Jacob watched, heart beating fast. He was the only one not involved right now. Did he look like a pussy? He felt he needed to assert his masculinity, so he touched Yancey’s asscheek with one hand. He grunted like he was satisfied with how plump it was, while inside his heart did flips because he realized he was touching Cooter’s pubic hair, as Cooter was sliding his dick into Yancey’s ass.
“Yeah, spread his cheeks, man, come on,” Cooter murmured as his cock slid deeper into Yancey’s ass. He snarled when Yancey moved to handle his cock again, and Cooter slammed his fists on Yancey’s back to keep him still. “Don’t let ‘im move, Jacob. I’m-a make him squeal like a piggie.”
Jacob gulped. He hadn’t mean to be this involved. He had to use both hands to separate Yancey’s asscheeks, feeling both Yancey’s soft fuzz and Cooter’s kinky dark pubic hairs. Jacob had to suppress a gag. If he was going to be as hardcore as Cooter, he thought, he needed to be willing to do what Cooter did.
And Cooter just plunged right in, like it was nothing, like he did it all the time! Which he presumably did, Jacob and Ransom were just surprised to see it.
Cooter closed his eyes and moaned while his cock slid in and out of Yancey’s ass. His big sweaty redneck muscles glistened. When Yancey squirmed, Cooter smacked his back, sending a wave of pleasure up Yancey’s spine
“Oh, he got a nice tight hole…”
Unable to focus on his mouth while he endured Cooter’s intense penetration, Yancey pulled Ransom’s cock out of his mouth. He thwacked it over his face. Every time he did, Ransom jumped up and blushed a little brighter.
“Damn, boy,” Ransom said with a barrel-throated laugh, “You been swallowin’ my cock like you got somethin’ to prove. You should give lessons to females, hell.” His dick was already leaking precum, and he had an embarrassed grin on his face. He was genuinely getting into this now, his anxiety vanishing. It was better than a blowjob from a woman, he thought, because Yancey swallowed him all the way to the root, and he didn’t even complain when Ransom began forcing his dick in and out of Yancey’s throat. He fucked it like a pussy, and Yancey barely gagged.
Felt good as anything! Ransom wasn’t about to admit that though. He was definitely gonna hafta say later on, in the tent, that he would rather have a blowjob, even from an ugly woman.
Yancey moaned through a mouthload of cock, but the pain and pleasure of the foot-long meat sliding into him made it too hard to think. When he lifted his head, Cooter growled and grabbed his hair.
“Who’s cock is in ya, princess?”
“Cooter…” Yancey said softly, moaning. Pangs of pleasure shot up his spine as Cooter’s manhood tickled his prostate.
“Nah, you say that loud, boy. Say it loud and proud.” Cooter smacked Yancey’s ass hard, reawakening the pain deep inside him. Yancey grunted, his face turning red.
“Cooter!”
“You say my full name, princess. Jethro Wilde. Say that.”
“Jethro Wilde’s cock is in my ass! I’m his bitch! He can do with me-“
He smacked Yancey’s ass again. “I ain’t tell you to say none of that. Yeah, you my bitch. ‘Course you my bitch.” He paused and roared like an angry tiger. He growled at Jacob, who quaked back, “Keep his cheeks separated, man.”
Jacob grunted. He was trying hard to avoid looking like he was uncomfortable. He had been trying to establish himself as a hardcore thug for a long time — he thought he could get Cooter to invite him in on some criminal shit, most likely making meth (that was Jacob’s guess as to what Cooter did when he disappeared every couple days). So Jacob wanted to look like he knew how to do this. Cooter had told him that, in prison, it was normal to give a man a few puffs on a cigarette in exchange for helping to spread his prison bitch’s cheeks and maybe even guide his cock in by hand. Jacob found that difficult to stomach. He only needed to do it once though, he figured, then he could refuse to do it again and no one could say he was too much of a pussy to do it at all.
“Your turn, boy,” Cooter said with a sick smile. He pulled out of Yancey’s ass, wiping his massive cock off on Yancey’s cheeks. There was some brief glancing contact with Jacob’s hand, making Jacob jump back and bite his lip. It was clear that Cooter didn’t think it was such a big deal, however, so Jacob tried to shrug it off.
He wished he could just do oral like Ransom. Jacob enjoyed plowing girls in the ass, but this was a stressful situation. What if he lost his erection and couldn’t get it back?
“You evuh ram a man in the ass?” Cooter asked.
Jacob gulped and shook his head as he wedged his dick into Yancey’s tight hole. Cooter spread his cheeks. He had no compunctions about getting close — he watched Jacob’s dick slide in like it was a science experiment he was deeply interested in. He even grabbed Jacob’s dick and made sure it went in when Jacob felt resistance.
“Damn, man, you touchin’ his dick, you touchin’ it, it’s crazy, you lettin’ that freak do it, I, shit, I am, shit…” Ransom sounded like he was about to burst into hyperventilating laughter again. “Aww, man, shit!” He was closest to the campfire, so the heat from it — and the stress of the situation — made him sweaty and ruddy. His sweat trickled down his body and into Yancey’s mouth.
Cooter grumbled. “Shut up, idiot. I’s just helpin’ his dick in.” But still, his fingers on Jacob’s cock made Jacob feel self-conscious. He grunted, avoiding eye contact with Ransom because he knew Ransom would get him to smile or laugh or something like that. Jacob closed his eyes and tried to focus on the physical sensations of Yancey’s tight ass.
“You can plow me harder,” Yancey said like a sassy bitch. He stuck his tongue out, licking Ransom’s throbbing veiny cockshaft. He slurped up the precum that ran down the side.
“I don’t know if he can,” Cooter said. “Let me at it again, boy, you ain’t doin’ it right.”
“Cooter, I can-“
“Shut up and move,” Cooter said with a snarl. He pushed Jacob out of the way, and for a moment, Yancey’s ass was empty. Then Cooter rammed his dick right back in.
This time Yancey was more used to getting rammed, and his asshole stretched to accommodate Cooter’s cock easily. He moaned. He managed to keep Ransom’s cocktip in his mouth, tasting the precum and enjoying the shocked, beet-red look on Ransom’s big round face.
“See, you gotta ram him hard, man, you gotsta destroy his ass. He ain’t a girl you makin’ love to, see, he a girlyboy you gonna demolish. That’s what they there for,” Cooter said. He dragged Jacob’s head close once more, so Jacob had to once again pretend he wasn’t upset by the taste of Cooter’s hairy chest-sweat trickling into his mouth because his face was jammed up against Cooter’s belly. He could smell Yancey’s ass getting rammed, and he could feel little droplets of what he very much hoped was sweat splashing onto his face. Cooter’s dick was inches from Jacob’s face. “See? Watch it, boy!”
“Yeah, okay,” Jacob said. “You gotta gimme a chance, Cooter. I was gonna ram him plenty hard-“
“Why ain’t you do it?”
Jacob gulped. “I was just… I dunno, man, you surprised me, I was bangin’ that ass pretty hard you know, and I was — I only just got started. I was, you know… rampin’ up-“
“A real man don’t need to ramp up,” Cooter said. He frowned and wiped sweat off his forehead. “Let’s see you do it again. You wanna be ass brothers?”
“What…?” Jacob didn’t know what that was, but he knew he probably didn’t want it. He nodded though, ignoring his own body’s cry to just hurry up and cum so he could quit this.
But it turned out that “ass-brothers” — which Jacob suspected Cooter made up or was just a silly joke that no one took seriously in prison — meant that Jacob kneeled behind Yancey to ram him, while Cooter mounted Yancey from behind and above. That meant Jacob couldn’t even see the person he was plowing, all he could see was Cooter’s big hairy ass in front of his face. When he stuck his dick in, Cooter’s balls touched his shaft, and he could feel Cooter’s precum clinging to his shaft.
They took turns. That’s what being “ass brothers” was. Jacob pushed his dick into Yancey’s hole, then Cooter did, they were supposed to get a rhythm going, but that was more difficult than it might seem.
“See? Now we like brothers,” Cooter said with a laugh. It was a deep, throaty chuckle. Cooter didn’t laugh often, so that was about the most animated laughter Jacob had ever seen from him.
Having nowhere else to put his hands, Jacob kept touching Cooter’s thighs or the side of his asscheeks. He gulped. His skin was hairy and sweaty, and it reminded Jacob what he was doing right now. It was easy to forget that Yancey was a man because he was slim and delicate and smooth, but now Jacob could barely even see him. He just kept getting facefulls of Cooter’s plump and hairy ass.
Cooter let out a loud grunt. He slammed his dick all the way in — he was still taking turns with Jacob, and it was Jacob’s turn, so Cooter rubbed his throbbing, mid-orgasm cock right over Jacob’s shaft — and rammed Yancey one last time. Jacob was glad at first, then saw Cooter pull his dick out just in time to spray his wad right on Jacob’s dick.
“Aw, man, what?!” Jacob groaned. He felt sick looking at cum dripping off his dick. Cooter shot what appeared to be a huge load that just kept on getting bigger, his massive balls spraying more and more until it covered Jacob’s cock. “Ewww, man, Cooter…”
Cooter grunted and wiped his dick off on Yancey’s asscheeks. He laughed and playfully smacked Jacob’s biceps. “What’s wrong, princess? You don’t like gettin’ dirty? You can go make love to some pretty girl anytime you want — assuming you know a pretty girl, which I know you don’t — but if you gonna get down and dirty wit’ me, we gonna do it my way,” Cooter said. “Now that’s called prison-lube, boy, and it’s the best kinda lube there is.”
“Yeah, I mean… I know, sure…” Jacob said. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He couldn’t stop thinking about the creamy cum clinging to his cockshaft. “It’s just… Okay, no problem. Yeah. Yeah. It’s prolly good lube. For sure.”
But he had only barely got his dick back in Yancey’s tight hole when there was a burst of cummy scent. Ransom got his first jet of cum right on Yancey’s face. Ransom was blushing still, and his eyes were closed. He looked surprised that he was cumming already.
“Don’t waste that, Ransom!” Cooter grunted. He grabbed Ransom’s dick and aimed it right for Jacob’s crotch.
Jacob gulped, gagged and squirmed. Cooter manhandled Ransom’s cock in the middle of his orgasm, making Ransom writhe as his load joined Cooter’s on Jacob’s cockshaft. Jacob felt like shouting, running away, running off to clean his dick off.
No, he told himself, you’re gonna fit in. You gotta do what Cooter does. “Ransom, don’t act like a fuckin’ pussy,” Jacob said. “It’s no big deal.” He rammed his dick all the way into Yancey’s tight ass.
It was much easier this time, since he no longer had Cooter’s big hairy body in front of his face. Jacob watched Yancey’s feminine ass shake as he rammed harder and harder. He had to admit the cum was an effective lubricant, and Jacob managed to slip his dick in and out easily.
He was worried he wouldn’t be able to cum due to stress and anxiety, but that wasn’t an issue — he had been so turned off previously that the lack of other cocks and hairy muscles all around made it easier now. He groaned as his balls crawled up in his sac.
A hot, creamy load sprayed into Yancey’s ass. Yancey moaned. He had been jacking himself off for some time, and he finally allowed himself to shoot his own load onto the forest floor. None of the rednecks noticed. Powerful pangs of climactic bliss shot up Yancey’s spine as Jacob pounded away at his cum-soaked prostate, each thrust of his hips sending a new wave of pleasure through Yancey’s body.
Cooter clapped and hooted a little like an appreciative audience. He clasped Jacob on the shoulder, which smeared his sweat on Jacob’s skin. The biggest load of Jacob’s life filled Yancey’s ass with his seed, so much that it dripped out and onto the forest floor. He could do nothing more than squirm, impaled on Jacob’s dick.
“God damn,” Jacob said with a sigh as he pulled out.
Yancey squirmed and sighed. He collapsed onto the floor. He was a sticky, cummy mess, exactly how he liked to be. He lay there limply, then rolled over and smiled. The three rednecks were all lighting cigarettes and looking over the dirtbike, limp cocks dangling — none of them wanted to be the self-conscious one, so they had all eschewed re-dressing. Yancey didn’t mind that at all.
He went to them, touched Ransom’s plump, jiggling ass and giggled when he yelped. “Hope you boys enjoy the dirtbike,” Yancey said, blushing as he stroked Ransom’s hairy ass. “I hope you enjoy using it as much I enjoyed you paying for it.”
They blushed and mumbled responses. Now that all that was over, they didn’t really want to have anything to do with Yancey. They just wanted to play with their dirtbike and ignore him, and then not ever think about this again.