Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2017 04:01:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rodney Hartfield <rodneyhartfield69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Be Careful What You Ask For    Chapter 2

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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 Chapter 2

       Sweat trickled down my spine into my bare crack. Even though the sun
was almost to the western tree line, it was still suffocatingly hot,
especially for the Colorado mountains. The climb up the hill had left me
winded and I was glad I had brought along a bottle of water.

       The beauty of the high plateau was worth the effort.  Box Canyon
Hideout is such a unique place; eighty acres set into the Collegiate
Mountains above Buena Vista, "A campground for men only; clothing optional;
a slice of heaven on earth." As far as I was concerned, it lived up to its
advertisement. I only wished I had discovered it sooner.

       Zack, the owner, had done a great job with the campground. 40 acres
down in the valley had been cleared for the campground. His house, mess
hall, and convenience store were at the main gate.  Around a bend was the
pool and snack shack and a shower building. Camper spots lined the road to
the creek. A dozen cabins, covered hot tub surrounded by two decks, larger
shower building and the tent sites nestled in the trees beyond.

       Up the hill an old barn and small lake anchored the plateau, guarded
by a half dozen horses. All of this was surrounded by 30 acres of trees and
trails. For me, the only problem was the mile and a half of gravel road
into the entrance to the camp from the blacktop. My motorcycle was a great
road bike, but like a pig on ice when it came to gravel, and completely
worthless off-road.

       I climbed up into the hay loft of the barn to watch the sun set
through the big open window. I took off my boots to air out my feet as well
as to use my socks to protect my bare butt against the dusty, dry hay.
Memories of jacking off in the hayloft of the barn back home as a youth
flooded my mind. I wasn't sure if it was those memories, the thoughts of
the previous night with Nate, or the anticipation of the "leather fetish
weekend" here at the campground that prompted my woody. At any rate, I used
the opportunity to work up a good stream of jism, shooting three good
streams out the window. I laughed out loud when they almost hit a couple of
young rabbits playing on the ground below me.

       A small herd of deer were feeding among the horses beside the
lake. An eagle dove into the lake, rising with a bass in its talons. A
silver fox raced across the dusty road. I hated to leave this Norman
Rockwell sight, but twilight was setting in. I laughed to myself,
considering how Rockwell would have depicted my cum-covered fist and dick
in one of his Saturday Evening Post's covers.

       But I needed to get back down the trail to my campsite before
dark. I wiped the last of the cum from my dick with a sock and replaced my
boots for the hike back. Somehow, I sensed the tranquility of this scene
would soon change. After tonight, the campground would begin to fill up,
culminating in a flurry of fucking/sucking activity from Friday night
through Sunday morning. My groin again stirred in anticipation, but this
time I ignored it. I climbed down the ladder and headed for the campground.

       ***

       I was surprised at the number of men at the hot tub on a Thursday
night. Usually there were few new campers until the weekend.

       The hot tub was really a small pool that would accommodate 15 to 20
guys at one time if you really packed them in.  Hot tub was really a bit of
a fabrication. In my four previous visits, I had never really seen it
hot. It was more a place to congregate, pair up and get sucked and/or
fucked, despite the signs posted against such.

       Two young guys were in the back corner of the upper deck making out
like teenage kids. Three older guys that I recognized as full-time
residents were off to one side of the lower deck discussing politics. They
stopped long enough to nod and thank me for riding earlier through camp
naked. I laughed and shrugged.

       Two guys were in one corner of the tub making out and playing with
each other. Another young guy was sitting on the edge of the tub, a
thirty-something with his head buried in the younger guy's crotch sucking
for all he was worth.

       But it was the last two that was the focus of my attention. Both
were big dudes. Neither of them had any extra flesh and both had plenty of
muscle. One in particular interested me. He had a shaved head like me. A
pleasing amount of reddish blond covered his muscular chest down to a nice
six-pack.

       The other guy could easily have been a linebacker for the Chicago
Bears. His salt and pepper shoulder length hair framed a full beard and
mustache, all of which were just beyond the bushy stage. A mass of curly
black hair covered his massive chest and abs, disappearing into the
water. There was not an ounce of fat anywhere on their bodies. They were
perfect examples of my images of men of leather.

       As I settled into the corner opposite them, the bald guy
acknowledged me with his eyes, even as they talked.  The other was
oblivious to my existence as their conversation became more heated. It was
obvious they were part of the leather fetish weekend, and things weren't
going as planned.

       During a lull in their conversation, the bald guy looked over at me
and winked. I was glad I was neck deep in the water, because my dick sprang
to attention. "You're the flasher on the bike this afternoon, aren't you?"

       "Guilty as charged," I answered. "And I'm assuming from your
conversation, you're part of the Leather Fetish weekend?"

       The hairy dude snorted. "Yeah, but I'm not sure if I want to admit
it. From the way things are going, the weekend could be a bust."

       The bald guy intervened. "Don't mind him. He over exaggerates. I'm
Kyle." He nodded toward his friend. "This is Bruno."

       I caught myself just before I snickered, but hairy guy caught
me. "No comment, you little twerp," he snarled.

       I held up my hands in defense. "Hey, if the name fits, use it. I'm
Rod."

       He leaned back and smirked. "And how well does your name fit?"

       I smiled back. "It's been known to fit pretty well." They looked at
each other and smiled.

       After a moment of silence, I continued, "Not that it's any of my
business, but what's the problem?"

       Bruno shook his mangy head. "Oh, my pansy-assed pussy of a partner
texted me that he thought he was coming down with the flu and wasn't going
to make it down for the weekend. Shit, he was the receiving end of my
fisting demo on Saturday."

       I shrugged. "Isn't there someone else who can fill in?" I looked
over at the bald guy with a questioning look.

       He threw up his hands as if he was about to stop a speeding
train. "Hey, don't look at me. I've never had nobody's dick, fingers, fist
or any other part of his anatomy up my ass," and he added emphatically,
"and never plan to."

       Interesting. This sounds like a challenge, I thought. My dick
swelled even more in the warm water of the pool. The saying "I think ye
protest too much" came to mind. I wondered if he was really that much of a
confirmed top, or in a bit of denial. Besides that, it always irritated me
when some big brawny top talked down to those of us who like to bottom as
much as we do top. He certainly would not be the first big boy muscular top
I had taken down.

       Bruno turned to him and sneered, "Big help you are, you pussy."

       "Don't call me a pussy, you poor excuse for a real man," Kyle
snarled. "Why don't you let me cram my fist up your puny little ass?"

       I held up my hands. "Guys, guys. Shit, I didn't mean to start world
war three." I hesitated before I continued. "I may have a solution for
you."

       They both looked puzzled. "Yeah?" Bruno asked.

       I toyed with the idea in my mind, wondering if I really wanted to go
there. Finally, I decided to go for it. "What about using an amateur,
someone who has never, you know, had a fist up his ass? What better way to
show what it's all about...for a demonstration and all?"

       "And where are we going to find this virgin ass willing and able?"
He looked at Kyle. Then they both jerked their heads and exclaimed in
unison, "You?"

       I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe. Hey, just because I'm not built
like a linebacker, am I that disgusting?"

       Kyle piped up. "Disgusting. Hell no. Shit, when you walked in
flaunting that bubble butt of yours, I nearly creamed my shorts...but I'm
not wearing any. It's just...why?"

       I stared off into the night before I answered. "I'm a writer. It's
one thing to write about an experience. It's another to have been
there. Besides, I've been wondering what it would feel like, you know,
getting fisted. This may be that opportunity."

       Bruno was still hesitant, but his interest was piqued. "So, you got
a virgin ass?"

       I laughed as scenes of the previous night flashed through my
brain. "Well, not exactly virgin. Just never a fist. There've been a couple
of guys who've tried, but never got beyond four fingers."

       He looked at Kyle. "What ya think? You're the president of the
chapter."

       Kyle nodded to me. "Stand up and let me see that bubble butt again."

       I climbed up on the edge of the pool. I turned and strutted like a
runway queen, flexing my glutes even though my dick was fully engorged and
pointing to the heavens. By this time, we had the attention of everyone in
the area. They applauded as I bowed, blushed and slithered back into the
water.

       "Shit, that's a nice ass." He looked at Bruno, then back at
me. "You'll have to sign a waiver and a release form...and there won't be
any pay."

       Bruno interrupted with a laugh, "Except that every guy there will
want a piece of that ass once we're done."

       Kyle nodded. "Oh yeah. You do realize that you will have your ass on
exhibition for a couple dozen horny guys. You sure you still want to go
through with this?"

       My heart was racing like a freight train. The sensible side of my
brain was yelling, "Run for the hills," while the other side was screaming
like a cheer leader, "Go for it, go for it!"

       I bit my lip and took a deep breath. "OK, I make no promises except
that I will do the best that I can. Fuck, I love a good challenge and a
good show. Let's go for it."

       The whole room broke out in a cheer. One guy said, "Hey, I wasn't
gonna pay the fee for the weekend, but I wouldn't pass this up for
nuthin'." I just covered my face with my hands.

       Bruno got serious and motioned me over to him. "One of the things
we've got to have between us to pull this off is trust. You've got to trust
me that I'm not going to hurt you. In the same way, I've got to be able to
trust that you'll say stop if it gets too much."

       "So, you're saying I need to audition for the part."

       He and Kyle both snickered. "I guess you could call it that."

       I shrugged. "Then what are we waiting for?"

       He smiled, then snarled, "Ok, then. I've got a cabin down by the
creek. Follow me."

       When he stood up, I couldn't help but gasp. He not only looked like
a bull, but was hung like one too. Six inches of flaccid uncut meat hung
like a summer sausage between his legs with a ball sack hanging half way to
his knees. I couldn't help but think of those gross silver balls hanging
off the hitch of a redneck's truck.

       As I went by Kyle, he grabbed my ass and whispered, "Be careful what
you ask for."

       ***

      The door to his cabin had hardly latched before Bruno threw me
against the wall. He covered my mouth with his and forced his tongue down
my throat. To his surprise, I was prepared. I bit his tongue. While he was
off balance, I flipped him around so that his back was against the wall. I
grabbed a pec in each hand and kissed him hard.

       I nipped each nipple with my teeth, then combed that mass of chest
hair with my fingernails as I went to my knees. His manhood was now rigid,
sticking straight out from his solid abs. His nob peeked out from its
covering. I flicked his piss slit with the tip of my tongue, then circled
the whole head inside the shield...a fucking mushroom.

       I started at the base, licking the length of it. I figured it was
somewhere around eight inches. I peeled back his shield and caressed the
underside of his head with the tip of my tongue. From his moans, I knew I
had hit a sweet spot.

       I licked back down to his gigantic balls. I roughly pulled them
down, then squeezed the right one while I swallowed the left, then
switched. I licked back up his shaft, played with his piss slit with the
tip of my tongue, measuring the girth in my mind.

       I have always prided myself that I have never met a dick I couldn't
swallow, but this one was going to be a challenge. I could only remember
one close to this size...a black dude in the arcade of an adult book store
in Denver. I managed that one and I was determined this one would not
defeat me.

       I licked around the head once more, a nice sized mushroom. I
stretched my jaws open and sucked it in. He grunted, "Fuck yeah, suck that
dick," as he pushed down on the top of my head.

       I slapped his hand away, pulled back, then slapped him hard on his
thigh. "Fucker, you're not in control - not yet, at least. Put those grubby
hands behind your head and keep them there until I tell you to do
otherwise. Shit, now I've got to start over."

       I smiled to myself as he did as he was told. It never ceased to
amaze me how often a dominant Alpha will become a submissive if someone
else takes control.

       I went back to his balls, licked each one, then pulled them up. I
lightly licked along the tender seam under them. Once, twice, three times,
each time getting closer to his pucker. The fourth time, I grazed it with
my tongue. He groaned, but instead of pulling away, he spread his legs and
pushed out. I knew I had him. I really considered putting him in his
place. Jeez, I loved to take down these fuckin' big guys. But I needed him
to be the top in the end, at least for tonight.

       I circled that sweet pucker, finally driving my tongue into that
tight hole. I finally traded a finger for my tongue. By this time, pre-cum
was gushing out of his slit like a river. I lapped it up, using it as lube
as I worked my mouth down his shaft, inch by inch. When his head reached
the back of my throat, I took a deep breath and worked the head past the
opening to my throat.

       Once the urge to gag had passed, I pulled off, took a deep breath
and swallowed until my nose was buried in his pubes. Then I let his primal
urges take over as he fucked my throat.

       With a slurp, I let him plop out of my mouth and clawed my way up
his torso. I kissed him hard, then whispered, "Now fuck me, if you're man
enough."

       That was the switch he needed. He picked me up like a rag doll and
threw me onto the bed. He flipped me over, pulled me to the edge of the bed
and pushed my face into the mattress as he pulled my ass into the air.

       But then he surprised me. He mumbled, "What a gorgeous ass," spread
my cheeks and dove in, licking and sucking my hole like a dog after a
bone. His thick tongue lapped my pucker and slipped in.  After fucking my
hole with his tongue until I was begging for more, he traded his tongue for
his fat fuck finger. Hell, it was as big as a lot of dicks that had been up
my chute.

       He pulled that finger out and fucked me some more with his
tongue. Then a second finger joined the first. I moaned as he grazed my
love nut. Again, his tongue and then three fingers. I began to wonder if he
was working his way up to his fist tonight. I didn't give a shit as he
again massaged my prostate.

       I heard that familiar sound of a condom package ripping open. I
shivered as cold lube drizzled down between my ass cheeks. I tried to
relax, expecting him to drive all eight inches home in one plunge.

       Instead, he paused with that huge bulbous head at the quivering
entrance to my ass. Gently, he massaged that pucker, relaxing it. With a
pop, his head slipped past the outer muscles. I screamed into the
mattress. My ass spasm and burned like hell. I felt like I had just been
split in two. He held still, letting me adjust to his massive tool. He
whispered, "You OK?"

       Slowly I relaxed and the pain faded to the pleasure of being
filled. I nodded. Through gritted teeth, I mumbled, "I'm good. Go for it."

       He pulled out, then eased back in. With each thrust he went a little
deeper until I felt his thighs against my cheeks. To my amazement, there
was no pain, only the wonderful feeling of being filled with pure pleasure
and eight thick inches of his manhood.

       He asked again, "You OK?"

       This time I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled off slightly, then
pushed back, fucking myself on his engorged rod. He took the cue and
started working my hole, grazing and massaging my prostate, fucking me
slowly and deliberately, sending me into a state of euphoria.

       Without warning, he pulled out, flipping me into the center of the
bed on my back. Instinctively I raised my legs to his shoulders as he
climbed on top of me. This time he buried his shaft in one thrust, pulled
out and repeated it again and again, deep fucking me, his balls slapping my
ass cheeks with each lunge.

       Then he pushed my legs up until my knees were on each side of my
head and began to power fuck me like the animal that he had become. With
each thrust, he drove the air from my lungs. With each one, he grunted,
"You...are...so...fucking...hot."

       My response was deeply academic. "Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck!"

        About the time I thought my ass and gut and prostate could take no
more, I felt that shaft in me get even bigger. He gave a growl like a
grizzly bear and humped one last time. I could feel that rubber fill up
like a balloon inside of me. He then collapsed exhausted on top of me.

       I let him pull out of me, then rolled him off me so I could
breathe. I stripped the condom off and licked his cock clean. I then
straddled his chest. With only a couple of jerks on my swollen cock, I shot
three healthy streams of my own cum over his chest, neck, face and beard.

       He whispered, half as a question, half as a statement, "You can stay
the night."

       I kissed him, climbed off the bed, wrapped my towel around my waist
and prepared to leave.  "Thanks, but I need to take a shower. I think I
want to sleep under the stars tonight."

       "What about tomorrow?"

       My ravaged ass screamed, but I wasn't about to let him know. I
replied nonchalantly, "I want to get up early, get some breakfast, then
ride a couple hundred miles of mountain roads. I should be back by late
afternoon."

       He nodded. "We'll have a tent set up by the pool for registration
for the weekend. There'll be a bar-b-que going. Stop by and get something
to eat and I'll introduce you to the rest of our officers. We can talk then
about what you need to do to get ready for Saturday."

       I smiled. "Does that mean I passed the audition?"

       He laughed. "With flying colors."

       I winked, then went into the night, leaving him lying there, my cum
drying on his face.


...To be continued.

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