Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2012 05:48:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Blake Cotera <blakester9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught Camping - Part 4

Part 4

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Woke up the next morning, squeezed out between my 2 sleep over buddies, and
took the longest, hottest shower of my life.  I came back to my bedroom to
get my clothes and realized it fuckin stunk -- stale beer and, based on
what happened last night, God knows what else. They were both still asleep.
It was weird to see 2 guys laying in my bed, naked no less. Blankets and
sheets were all over the floor (did we really do that last night?).  I sat
down on the nightstand at the end of my bed and just...sorta...looked at
them.  With all the stuff that went on over the past few days this was the
first time I really looked at them.  It was cool to look at a naked man and
not have to pretend you're not (like in the locker room showers).  Stevie
looked good in the daylight. Better looking than Andy.  Leaner but very
buff. I'd guess construction guy. I got up and walked around them so I
could survey the scene (did I really suck Andy's cock after it had been in
my ass?).  They looked different.  Peaceful.  Calm.  Even angelic.  Never
thought I'd use that word to describe them after last night (oh my God I
got fucked in the ass).  I sat back down and looked at them head to toe,
and everything in between.  I started to get a riser (oh man they creamed
my face didn't they).  It was all coming back.  And the fuckers never let
me get off. I thought it was sorta justice that I cream out a load sitting
there watching them.  Maybe I'd spooge on their faces.  Nah, probably not
worth the penalty I'd have to pay. So I splinked out a rather satisfying
load on my chest, cleaned up, and went down stairs to make some
coffee. About an hour later Stevie came bounding down the stairs in jeans,
putting his watch on while he carried his shirt in his mouth. "I gotta be
at work in 45 min.  Drew-man is getting up. I think he's gonna grab a
shower."  As he walked to the door I heard the water go on in the shower.
"Oh...uh...thanks for the blow job and...you know..."  "Ya.  No problem."
About 10 min later Andy came slugging down the stairs looking like the
shower didn't do nearly as much good as it should have.  "So fuckin
hungover."  He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.  Given
recent events his modesty made me laugh a little. He sat down, threw his
head back and shut his eyes.  "Dude you need a new toothbrush yours is
spent."  "Uh...ok (he's using my toothbrush?)"  "That coffee?"  "Ya I made
a pot."  "Cool.  Cream and a little sugar."  I was supposed to serve his
ass coffee?  I got up and went to the kitchen.  He grabbed my shirt as I
walked by.  "Just a little suger k?"  "K".  "So fuckin hung over."  As I
poured the coffee I heard "...and get me some Advil too...".

I handed him his coffee...and aspirin.  He popped the pills, took a hit of
coffee, and in one smooth motion he bent down, put his shoulder to my
stomach, lifted me up and put me over his shoulder like a sack of concrete.
"The fuck are you doing? (I said to his ass cuz that's what I was facing)".
He started walking to my bedroom "best cure for a hangover -- orgasm".  He
threw me on the bed, tossed his towel, yanked off my clothes, and dove on
me.  For a second I thought he was going to kiss me.  Didn't happen.
Instead I got rolled over on my stomach, felt my legs being pried apart and
him kneeling between them.  "So fuckin hungover".  "Dude we don't have
to...ya know...if you're not up for it."  I felt him slapping his meat
against my right asscheek.  "Nah, haha I'm good to go."  We spent the next
2 hours fucking.  Not a misprint.  Two.  Fucking.  Hours.  Ok there was a
couple breaks mixed in. But basically it was the longest sex-a-ton I ever
had.  And it was with a guy.  Jesus.  I'm pretty sure Andy didn't score
high on his SATs but he sure knew how to use his meat.  I actually made
mental notes of what he was doing so I could try it on chicks back home.
We were in all kinds of positions -- doggie ("get that ass in the air"),
flat on my stomach, rolled over on my back ("you like it this way don't
you"), on our sides, he even had me mount him while he was laying down so I
would ride it ("let your ass do some work for a change"). At one point I
was on top of him and from below me he was pistoning me so fuckin hard I
could hear my dick slapping against my stomach.  We stopped once to kinda
catch our breath after a particularly fierce scene, and once when he got me
in kinda a 69 position we stopped and he told me to suck his toes.  "Dude
I'm not sucking your fuckin feet."  "Dude you ate my cock, my cum, and my
asshole.  My toes aughta be a fuckin cakewalk."  So I did it.  One at a
time.  For probably 5 minutes. "Each of those bad boys are about the size
of your dick hahaha."  Ya.  Funny.  I was surprised how much he got off on
having his toes and feet licked.  Never really considered working feet,
even with a girl.  But he laid back and stroked his dick with one hand
behind his head the whole time I was doing it.

I was laying on my side when I heard the now-familiar grunting.  I was
thrilled that he was finally going to cum.  I was worried that with his
stamina I was going to get fucked right into next week.  The pace picked
up, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me so close I thought he was
going to completely pierce me with his schlonger. Then I felt his cum
filling my ass. Indescribably wired feeling.  His face must have been
buried in the nape of my neck because I heard his every sound as he was
cumming.  When he finished he moved his hand from around my waist to around
my chest.  Our breathing was heavy and we were exhausted, from the
sleepless night to the wild sex we just had.  His cock stayed hard inside
me. I felt some drips down my leg. He wasn't pulling that fucker out.  HOW
THE HELL LONG CAN THIS ASSHOLE KEEP A BONER???  But thru it all...I felt
warm. Safe. At ease after the beating my asshole just took.  I just kinda
laid there till I heard him softly snore.  Christ he fell asleep with his
bone up my ass!  I actually kinda did to.  I remember feeling it pop out,
but he kept his arm around me.  And we fell back asleep.

Two hours later he was re-showered and out the door.  I called my mom and
asked her if it was ok for me to say another week.