Our next trip was in the fall, my older brother Cole (now 28) and myself (now 26) embarked on an escapade that would carve yet another notch in our saga of outdoor shenanigans.
Like always we were musky bros, but wanted to do a more interesting challenge this go around. This time, it was the "Distant Piss Duel," a challenge of aiming and arc, answering age-old question: just how far can a man “go”? Our chosen battlefield was the hiking trails around our base camp for the week. With the sun high and our spirits higher, we set out, our brotherly jabs and laughs mingling with the rustle of leaves underfoot. Perfect weather, crisp and refreshing but still warm enough to go shirtless once you have been hiking.
I had meticulously planned my water intake, aiming for peak performance. Cole, was going with the “flow” and said he would win without much effort. I finally said I’m ready to piss bro and we started looking for a tree to aim at in our brotherly completion. Maybe we should have gotten farther from the dirt trail but I was about to bust at that point. I unzipped and took aim as he came up to my side and unbuttoned his khaki shorts. I was ready to win, and also finally empty my blaster and power wash this tree with hot manly piss.
That was until the unexpected crackle of underbrush and a stern deep voice almost turned our lighthearted brother bonding time into a panic. Everything alright here, gentlemen?" The voice belonged to a park ranger, who had stumbled upon our peculiar scene. For a moment, we held our breath. With a quick glance at Cole, a silent agreement passed between us. "Just enjoying nature sir!" I managed, my voice steady despite the adrenaline.
The ranger eyed us, my hand still in the middle of pulling my cock from my sweat soaked tighty whities. He was probably in his late 30s or early 40s, he had that rugged outdoors look down, and a sturdy build. His uniform was tight and fitted, hinting at competence and a quiet confidence that matched, he had a nice tan, and a daddy like mustache.
My older brother and I had sheepish grins and awkward stance. he nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He stepped up beside us and unbuckled his pants and pulled out a cock that was even larger than my bros, I hung heavy in his hand. He started to gush a strong stream of piss and we followed suite. He would have easily won the competition if he was participating. I tho my nervousness got the best of me and I was for sure in third place.
"Carry on then, but keep it respectful," he said before disappearing as quietly as he had arrived, leaving us to the solitude of the forest once more. Once we knew he was for sure out of earshot my Cole leaned over and said he won easily against me and he got to choose the reward… or punishment… he had an idea but I had to wait until we got back to his place after the trip.
A couple days later I was relaxing on Cole’s couch as he unpacked, not wanting to drive the extra hour back to my apartment. He walked into the living room holding a pair of clippers. Cole grinning like he'd won the lottery. He had a gleam in his eye, the electric razor in his hand humming like some kind of judgment day siren."This is what happens when you bet against the king," he chuckled, obviously enjoying every second of my defeat. Im going to shave you down lil bro, and I don’t mean your head. Strip your shirt off and let’s take care of that hairy chest first.
As the first swipe of the razor stripped away a patch of chest hair, I couldn't help but wince—not from pain, but embarrassment. Cole's laughter echoed in the bathroom, he was having a great time obviously, taking a part of my manliness and making his more prominent in comparison. Every stroke of the razor felt like it was peeling away layers of my bravado, the hair falling away onto his feet and the bathroom rug. "Dude, you're going to be as smooth as a seal," Cole joked, adding a playful wink. "Ladies will love it!" … i forced a chuckle.
With my chest now smooth, Cole turned his attention to my hairy armpits, still musky from our latest trip, I hadn’t even gotten a chance to shower yet. With a mischievous grin "You won't need deodorant for a while, even now we are back" Cole quipped, as the razor buzzed ominously close to my skin. I braced myself, feeling the odd sensation of the razor gliding through the hair, the sound of it mingling with Cole’s chuckles. Once done he flexed in front of me, his bushy pits and the rip musk in my face as he showed off and raised my arm to complain in the mirror. He then grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into his hairy sweaty pits getting my mouth covered in his musk, I could taste him on my lips.
Just when I thought Cole might be done, he paused, eyeing what remained of my dignity. "Oh, we can't forget this," he said, gesturing towards my stomach with a devilish smirk. He dropped low spreading his knees wide. The razor buzzed back to life, and I felt the slight tug as it made its way through the trail of hair leading down my stomach. He then hit the waistband of my boxers. My eyes widened in panic as he looked up and chuckled. In one swift motion he pulled them down and the plaid favorite was at my feet.
Damn!! Lil bro, if we had a competent on crotch musk this time you might have won. He then pushed the clippers through my thick hairy and maybe overgrown push. Yeah it needed trimmed but not completely smooth. Swipe after swipe and the buzzing and vibrations of the trimmer started to affect my cock. He looked up and said no worries, I have to get that too. He took my cock in his hand and started shaving my balls smooth. I was going pale, the feeling was too much and I felt a building. I started to pull away as he started on the base of my shaft, he pulled be back… “not yet looser you are going to be smooth all over” buzz… buzz… I bit my lip.. my toes curled…. A moan escaped but not soon enough to warn him. I started to unload, shooting ropes of hot sticky jizz on his fave, he looked up, mouth opening involuntarily out of shock… and while my aim wasn’t great in the missing contest.. I hit the mark this time… Cole’s tongue was covered, as well as his face. I felt my face blushing burning hot…
Silence… the clippers buzz stopped and the weight of the situation was too much… he whipped his face… “EW! Warn a guy next time lil bro..” then he was laughing and I finally exhaled, grabbed my boxers and jerked then upward. I… I … need to get headed home I stammered. Cole leaned on the doorframe to the bathroom and said can’t wait until the next competition and gave me a wink.
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