Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2017 03:54:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rodney Hartfield <rodneyhartfield69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Be Careful What You Ask For,   Chapter 1

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       As with all fiction, there are elements of truth. However, any
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six-chapter story. By the end, I will have fucked, and been fucked, fisted,
dominated and DPed. All I can say is...


BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR

       I adjusted the last of the tent stakes and smiled to myself in
approval. The campsite was nice, shaded by a blue spruce on the west, but
open to the rising sun; close enough to a power source to keep my laptop
charged; only a few steps from my parked motorcycle; and not far from the
shower house.

       I stepped out of my shorts, tossed them into the tent and swung my
leg over the bike's frame.  The warm leather of the saddle caressed my
naked ass...sore from the 200 mile ride from KC and still aching from the
ride it had gotten the night before.

       ***

       Ah, the previous night. That had been a first. In all the years I've
camped at KOA's, I'd never hooked up with anyone. But last night had been
different.

        I had just finished my shower after a long day's ride when this
great-looking guy strolls into the men's shower room. My eyes were
immediately drawn to his massive bare chest, nicely covered with dark curly
hair that proceeded down between his pecs and trailed past his six pack abs
into his shorts.  My dick instantly jumped to attention under my towel. He
smiled, nodded and looked straight at my crotch.

       "Glad to see me?"

       I groped for a wise-assed come back, but settled for a stuttered,
"It would seem so," as I adjusted the protruding culprit.

       He held out his hand. "Nate."

       I shook his hand. "Rod." The clasp and our locked eyes held way too
long.

       I turned back to the mirror above the sink, pretending to get
something out of my eye. Actually, I was just trying to gain a little
composure. He ran his fingers through his long, shoulder-length black
hair. Our eyes locked again in our reflections in the mirror.

       He finally broke the tense silence. "I assume you're camped here for
the night?"

       "Yeah. My tent's at the back of the camp near the edge of the
trees."

       "The one by the red motorcycle?"

       I nodded.

       "Well, shit. I just set my tent up next to you."

       Praise the fates, I thought. They seem to be working in my favor. I
smiled. "Sweet."

       "Hey, you had dinner yet?"

       I shook my head. "Nah. I was about to break out one of those freeze
dried camper meals. You know, when you camp off the back of a bike, you
gotta travel light."

       He shrugged. "Well, I was just about to throw a couple of brats on
the grill. I'd be glad to share.  And I've got baked beans, it you don't
mind eating out of a can."

       I shrugged and smiled. "That sounds great. I'll get a bag of chips
and a six-pack of beer from the camp store."

       He nodded. "Super. Sounds like a plan. I'll go start the fire."

       ***

       A six-pack and a half of Bud Lites, two, foot-long brats, a can of
baked beans and a giant bag of bar-b-que chips later, we were roasting
marshmallows over the dying fire. We had made small talk while we ate. He
was headed for Colorado Springs. I told him I was planning to spend a few
days at Box Canyon Hideout up in the Collegiate Mountains. I didn't bother
to tell him it was an all-male, gay, clothing optional campground and that
this was leather fetish weekend.

       Basically out of nowhere he asked, "Are you a top or a bottom?"

       I sputtered, "How do you know I'm gay?"

       He laughed. "Hey, man, the tent you sprouted back at the shower
house pretty well gave that away."

       I shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so."

       I pulled the last two toasted marshmallows out of the fire and ate
them off the end of the stick.  Somehow, I felt the need to explain my
answer. I finished my fifth beer, stared into the glowing coals and started
my saga.

       "A year ago, the answer to that question would have been easy and
immediate. I'd never been anything but a top...an aggressive, dominant
Alpha top. Of course, at 5' 7", everyone assumed I bottomed, even though
plenty of discipline and hours at the gym keeps me in good shape."

       He nodded. "I won't argue with that. You've got one great body...and
an ass to die for."

       "Thanks, I think," I replied. "Anyway, there had never been an
occasion where I couldn't lure some big, muscle-bound jock-type into bed,
them thinking the whole time they were going to fuck me.  But once my
serpent tongue went to work on their sweet virgin pucker, then a finger or
two found their love nut, my dick was soon to follow. After that, they were
all mine."

       I stirred the fire with my roasting stick. "So, last fall, the gay
rodeo was in town and my friend Curt and I went. Now, Curt is just 5'6" but
built like a bulldog and twice as mean. We had teamed up more than
once. Besides that, the little fucker has a monster 8" between his legs.

       "Anyway, there's this bronc rider. Fucking Adonis. Black wavy hair,
broad shoulders, bulging biceps, great ass and legs that went on
forever. He had to be at least 6 foot if an inch. So we follow him to a
bar, buy him a couple of drinks, talk about how great he was, and before
long had him in Curt's apartment in a daisy chain.

       "Well, Curt's sucking away on the guy's cock and the guy's working
on mine. Then I see Curt start in on his pucker with his finger. The guy
lets out a groan and bites down on my dick. He mumbles that he's only a
top, blah, blah, blah. We reassure him, I cram my dick back in his mouth
and Curt keeps at it.

       "Then Curt nods to me, and I take over with my tongue while he
starts face fucking the guy.  Needless to say, it wasn't long before the
guy had those long legs up on my shoulders and I had my dick buried in his
tight cowboy ass. The guy's moaning and groaning like a cow in heat with
Curt's 8 inches crammed down his throat and my 6 and a half up his ass.

       "Then Curt pulls out with a slurp and comes around behind me. I'm
thinking he's wanting his turn at this stud's ass. I hear him squirt some
lube in his hand, but then the tip of his finger starts massaging my
hole. I start to tell him "no", but it felt so good...like nothing I'd ever
experienced. Then I felt his knob slip past my sphincter. I thought it
would hurt, but instead there was just this rush of ecstasy. In two thrusts
he was balls deep in my ass. Between the cowboy's ass clinging to my dick
like a Chinese finger web and Curt massaging my prostate with that fucking
tool of his, I didn't know what part of paradise I was in."

       I looked sheepishly at Nate. "To finally answer your question, I
guess I'm a bot-top. I can go either way, but now I prefer to bottom."

       He smiled and nodded. "That's good, `cause I guess I'm a top-bot. I
too, can go either way, but prefer to top."

       I smiled back. "Your tent or mine?"

       "Shit, I've seen in your tent. All you've got in there is a little
sleeping mat. I've got a brand new air mattress that's never been used. I
think we ought to break it in."

       I chuckled. "Sounds like a plan. There's one more beer apiece. You
want one more?"

       "Nah. Save it. You're gonna need it when we get through. I hope you
like it rough."

       "Rough is good." I added, "With a few exceptions."

       "OK. And those would be?"

       "No blood and no lasting marks or bruises," I answered.

       "Hey, I can live with that. What about barebacking?"

       I shrugged. "Depends. Are you clean? STD's aren't my friend."

       He chuckled. "Understood, and I completely agree. I tested clean
just before I left for this trip.  How about you?"

       "Clean as of last week, and I've had no action since. Sounds like
you could breed me, if you wanted."

       "Shit. Grab your sleeping bag and let's get to it."

       ***
       I settled back on my sleeping bag, my head resting in the crook of
my arm. I watched as he spread out his bag beside me. To this point, we
each still had on our shorts, so neither had seen what the other sported
between our legs.

       He nodded to me with a bit of a smirk on his face. "You sure you're
up for this?"

       I gulped. "Come on. It's not that big, is it?"

       He laughed. "It's not so much the size as the way it's used."

       "Ok, then, bring it on."

       He switched off the lantern, leaving us in the blackness of a
moonless night. He climbed in beside me, throwing one leg over my waist. He
grasped each of my hands, pulling them over my head, pinning me down. He
raked his stubble beard across my cheek, then ground his lips onto mine,
forcing his tongue between my teeth. There was no question who was in
charge. In different circumstances, I would have resisted – even
challenged his aggression. However, tonight I was content to be a willing
sub.

       I sucked on his tongue, trying to pull it from its roots with the
suction. I grated the surface with my teeth. He withdrew, then slapped me
across the face. "You bit me, you little fucker!"

       I snarled back, "Rough calls for rough."

       "We'll see about that." He put his hands behind my head, pulling it
to him as he ground his lips into mine. Our groins dug into the other's,
dicks hard and straining inside our shorts. He pulled away. A guttural
whisper came through gritted teeth, "I'm gonna love pounding the shit out
of you." I grabbed a handful of hair, pulling him down on me, biting his
lip. He pulled away, slapping me again. I laughed.  "Bring it on."

       He mounted me, straddling me, driving his pelvis into mine. He
grabbed my pecs, squeezing them hard. I clenched his in return. He cupped
his right hand, slapping my left tit with his rough palm.  He twisted that
tit, then sucked it into his mouth and chewed on it, sending shivers
through my torso.  He repeated the same on the right side. When he finished
both tits burned in painful pleasure.

       He scooted down, roughly stripping my shorts down. He purposely
pulled my throbbing cock down with them. As they cleared its length, my
tool slapped my gut like a rod on a spring. I heard him shed his own
shorts. When he got back on the mattress, we were in a 69 position.

       For the first time, I explored the goods in his groin. His balls
were heavy, large eggs hanging low in his sack. As my hand traveled the
length of his shaft, I judged it to be comparable to my six and a half.  My
fingers just touched as they encircled his girth.

       However, when my fist reached the corona of his dick head, the
comparison ceased. It was huge, protruding from the shaft by at least a
quarter of an inch. His head was like a mushroom atop a stem. I couldn't
help myself. I shuttered. "What the fuck. This thing is humongous!"

       He laughed a cruel laugh. "No shit. A gift from my father. Now shut
up and suck it."

       I tried. Just the head was a mouthful. I licked around it and up the
valley in the back. I licked up the sweet drops of pre-cum from his piss
slit.

       At the same time, I massaged his balls. He moaned. "Yeah. Work those
balls. Get down there and lick them. Wash them good."

       The tip of my tongue traced the veins down the underneath side of
his cock. I continued, dividing his sack between his balls. I was glad both
his cock and balls were shaved smooth. I circled under his balls, my nose
buried in his pubic hair. The smell of manly sweat mixed with the faint
odor of piss was grossly intoxicating.

       I licked the sweat from under his balls and up the sides of his ball
sack. I spit on his balls, then washed each one with my tongue.

       He pushed my head into his crotch. "Suck those balls. Get them both
in that pussy mouth of yours." As an encouragement, he grabbed my balls,
kneading them with the palm of his hand. I worked one nut in my mouth,
getting it slick with spit. Then the other. I stretched my jaws wide,
sucking them both in. He groaned in pleasure. "Good boy. Now work on
swallowing my cock."

       I let those globes pop from my mouth. I slurped up his shaft, then
worked his nob into my mouth. The stretch to get his balls in made the
process easier. I sucked my way down his tool until the hefty nob hit the
back of my throat. There was no way I was going to get it past my gag
reflex.

       He slapped the back of my head. "Swallow it, damn it."

       I pulled off, gasping for breath. "It's too fucking big."

       "Fuck, you're not trying."

       I expected another hit on the head. Instead, he swung his leg over
my head. I felt his cock dangling over my face. Still clutching my balls,
he sucked my cock through his lips. In one lunge, it hit the back of his
throat. He pulled back slightly, then dove in once more. I felt my nob slip
into his throat. He clamped down with his mouth and throat, sending
currents of pleasure through my groin.

       He pulled off with a pop. He growled. "That's how it's done, ya
little fucker. Now swallow mine."

       He forced the head through my lips, then began to face fuck his way
in. I worked desperately to open my throat. He crunched my balls, then
swallowed my dick. I gasped, and he jammed his nob past my larynx. Then
began a see-saw. He would pull his cock out enough for me to breathe, then
fuck it back down my throat as he pulled his own mouth back to my head.

       Without warning, he pulled out, shifting his body so that he was
basically sitting on my face.  "You say you have a talented tongue. Then
show me. Eat my ass. Fuck my ass with that tongue of yours."

       Unlike his shaved cock and balls, his ass was a forest of hair. I
spread his cheeks and dove in. His musky scent was over-whelming. I licked
his pucker, chewing on the tender folds. He slapped my engorged dick. "When
I said eat it, I didn't mean bite it. Now get that tongue in there." He
slapped my dick again for good measure.

       I dove in again. He moaned as I worked my tongue through the pursed
outer muscles. At the same time, he was working his finger into my ass. He
relaxed. I went to work with my tongue. He added a second finger in my
ass. I replaced my tongue with a finger, ramming it in all the way. He
slapped my balls, then my dick. "I said your tongue, not your fucking
finger."

       He swung his body off me, crawling down to my feet. In one motion,
he flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up, spread my cheeks, then
crammed his stubbled face into my ass. He licked and chewed at my pucker. I
gasped as he slipped in one finger. I moaned as he added a second. I pushed
back as a third spread my hole open wide.

       He pulled his hand away, leaving me with that empty feeling. He
slapped each cheek, spread them, then slapped my hole a dozen times with
the tips of his fingers. The sting was intense, yet when he stopped, I
wanted more.

       He spit into his hand and rubbed it over my fevered hole. He spit
again. I heard him work it over his cock. I hissed through gritted teeth,
"Use some lube. Shit, man, that head of yours is huge. Please use some
lube."

       He laughed that evil laugh. "Lube is for wimps. Remember, you wanted
it rough." He slapped both cheeks once more and one hard one in the
center. I felt the nob pushing at the entrance to my ass.  I took a deep
breath, then let it out, doing the best I could to relax. He grabbed my
hips, pulling me back as he pushed.

       I buried my face in my sleeping bag to muffle my scream as that nob
pierced my sphincter.  He waited with just the head inside my ass past
those first muscles until I had recovered. Slowly he pushed in until he hit
the back wall of my man-cave. He began a slow fuck, pulling out until just
that mushroom head knocked at the door, then eased back in. He pushed in
and held it there.  "Relax and open up. There's still more to come."

       I took another breath, let it out and pushed back. I gasped as his
head slid past the inner set of muscles into my gut. He began a long slow
fuck, going balls deep with each thrust. He would change pace, change
positions, pull all the way out, then ram it home, grazing my love nut, all
the while driving me crazy with extreme pain and pleasure.

       When I thought I could take no more, he flipped me over on my
back. "Grab your ankles and get ready for the ride." I did as I was
told. He grabbed my pecs, using them as handles as he rammed home.  He
doubled me up with my ankles on each side of my head. He picked up speed,
pounding with all his weight behind each thrust. I grunted with each thrust
as the wind was driven from my lungs. I thought he was going to split me in
half. He pounded my prostate unmercifully. I felt my nuts draw up. With a
shout, I shot gobs of spunk over my chest and face.

       He growled a guttural scream as he thrust one last time. I felt him
shoot surge after surge of his spunk into my gut. Exhausted, he collapsed
on my chest. "Holy fuck," he exclaimed. "That was fucking awesome."

       I finally relaxed. My whole body was ravaged. My ass felt like it
was in shreds. I wasn't sure if I was in heaven or hell with the total
mixture of pain and pleasure.

       He kissed me. "That was incredible. Are you OK?"

       I kissed him back. "I'm fine, or at least I hopefully will be by
morning. I asked for it to be rough.  Guess you have to be careful what you
ask for."

       We slept naked, curled in each other's arms. He stirred. I looked
out through the flap of the tent. The eastern sky had a slight glow. He was
snuggled into me, his ass against my engorged morning wood. I thought he
was asleep until he whispered, "Fuck me." I hesitated, not sure I heard
right. He repeated his request as he pushed back against me. "Fuck
me...please."

       I licked my fingers and massaged his hole. I felt his cum in the
crack of my ass. I scooped up some of his spent spunk in my fingers to lube
my dick. With little resistance, I entered him. It was a long slow fuck. We
both moaned as I filled his ass with early morning cum.

       I pulled out. He rolled over, his tool pointing to the sky, his nob
pulsing like a purple mushroom.  I swallowed it, fucking it with my mouth
until he filled my mouth and throat. We kissed, then drifted back to sleep
as the sun peaked at us over the horizon.

       ***
       I let the warmth of the leather seat soothe my still sore ass. Nate
had been true to his word. He had fucked me hard in every conceivable
position, pounding my prostate until I thought it would burst.  When he
finally filled my gut with his cum, I swear I could taste it in my
throat...or was it?

       What a fantastic way to start a camping trip. And I was sure it
would only get better at Leather Fetish weekend here at The Hideout. The
bike sprang to life. I headed back down through the campground, buck naked
except for my riding boots, to the hoots and hollers of the campers.

...To be continued.

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