"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."
"You wouldn't," Jerico pleaded, wriggling, trying to pull his cock out of harm's way.
Toby went to work with a will, sucking and stroking Jerico until he was whimpering and twisting wanting to come. Every now and then, he would pause to tug on Jerico's sack, pulling it down as far as he was able, then return to suck him down again. Jerico was sweating and moaning from Toby's manipulations, and in a moment stiffened and warned Toby of his impending ignition.
Toby pulled off his cock in time to see Jerico's cum fountain high in the air, landing in great splats to decorate his own chest and abs as Toby directed his dick for the most complete coverage. As he milked him, Toby made sure to eke out every drop of cum from that freckled oozing cock. Jerico lay gasping and spent.
"Let's help him out here," Toby urged me, yanking his own shorts and briefs down and aiming his prick toward Jerico's red-furred thighs. "His costume looks pretty skimpy at the moment."
I pulled down my shorts and knelt at Jerico's head. I wanted to spill my seed into that abundant red-gold hair of his. It was an amazing red that I loved, and it made me hot just to look at it, let alone run my fingers through the thatch and think of shooting into it. I pumped my cock enthusiastically, but paused to enjoy the sensation of the helpless Jerico waiting to receive my reward.
Toby was well on his way to eruption, and, in a moment, he let loose a guttural groan and splashed Jerico's pale thigh with enough spunk to run and drip and spatter a large area. His display set me off, then, and I added my cum to Jerico's fiery noggin, glistening pearls of semen looking a bit like a tiara as they lay on his lovely locks. I wiped all I could squeeze out into his eyebrows, letting the last of my ooze soak into them, but being careful not to get it in Jerico's eyes. I know that burns if it happens.
"Whew, off to a good start there," Toby praised me. "Now we'll let this pup dry here in the sun before we move on to more fun." He raked one more cumgob from his cock and rubbed it on Jerico's nose.
"Not so bad yourself, poet. That puddle will take awhile to crust over. Then we'll let him up before he freckles himself into a frenzy. But don't worry, Jerico. There's more manjuice where that came from." I hefted my junk in his direction.
"Yep, no shortage of that here," Toby agreed, hoisting his own junk. "Or here, either," Toby twitched Jerico's freckled fuckstick and tugged his redhead balls again. "We have just begun to blast," he mangled some famous quote terribly.
We moved away to let Jerico crust over, finishing up camp chores like gathering firewood and setting up to cook supper over the flames. Toby and I had agreed not to fuck this weekend, instead adding our sperm to Jerico's outfit at every opportunity. So we spread all the sleeping bags in the tent, planning to bunk Jerico between us to keep our cumpup handy.
Just before supper, we went to check on Jerico to see if he was dry yet. Our cumspots had stiffened quite well, so we untied him and helped him up. Parts of him almost crackled, our cum was so set. We kept him naked so none would get sloughed off, but we moved him into the shade to keep him from sunburn.
"This feels really weird, guys. Yeah, I've had small spots of dried cum on me before, but this is intense," Jerico announced, grimacing a bit as some of his body hair yanked where it was caught in the dried puddles.
"And here we were thinking of putting out a whole new line of cum clothes," Toby shook his head sadly. "Guess the jizz jock straps will have to be put on hold."
"Just think, Jerico. You'll have a one-of-a-kind designer original," I informed him gaily. "Fashioned by us only. Could be worth millions. Let's get a snap of your budding body suit for us to enjoy and prove we're the original artists. Smile for me now."
I grabbed my phone and took several snaps as he cheekily posed for me. His cum outfit was not real obvious yet, but we would add to it cheerfully and often. With more pics to follow.
