Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2003 21:13:50 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: California Tenderloin - Part 1

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too
young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't real the story.

Let me know if you would like the story to continue.
bertcarley@goldrush.com


California Tenderloin - Part 1

I sometimes jump in the Motor Home and just take off for a few days during
the week, usually within California, never on a weekend when the highways
are jammed and everything is booked solid. I was traveling down Hwy 101 on
my way to the coast near Santa Cruz to spend a few days kicking sand and
basking in the sun. I have always loved the Monterey and Santa Cruz areas,
SC especially, with the Boardwalk, the Roller Coaster, the wonderful
restaurants and all the good looking macho men that hang out there.

I noticed a KOA Campground just outside of Santa Cruz. It had a Vacancy
sign posted, so I figured this was a perfect place to pull in and set
up. If it had been a weekend, the place would have been full. It looked
perfect, sitting near the ocean in a grove of Coastal Redwood and Monterey
Pine trees. Each space was set back in the trees lending a feeling of
privacy. This KOA is one of the stops for a shuttle bus that circles the
area picking up people and taking them to and from the Boardwalk and
downtown areas. The bus makes the circle about every 45 minutes from 7am to
10pm daily.

It was still early afternoon when I checked in and set up all the hookups
for power and water. I also pulled all the curtains, turned on one small
light, knowing I would not be back from the Boardwalk or downtown until
late. As I worked, groups of guys with Harley Davidson Bikes were slowly
idling in and out, obviously staying somewhere not far from where my space
was located. I jumped into a wild colorful silk shirt, light linen slacks,
a pair of sandals and a wide brimmed straw hat and walked the short
distance to the bench near the main building waiting for the shuttle
bus. Along came a group of the bikers slowing over whoopee bumps on their
way in to the park, just a few feet from where I sat. Naturally, I was
checking out every guy and bike as they passed.  Some of them were quite
nice on the eyes. Some of the guys looked over and whistled at me as they
passed.

I immediately recognized Drake from Concord as one of the bikers to pass. I
quickly turned my head hoping that he had not seen me. Within less than one
minute, he made a U-turn and pulled up next to where I was sitting. He
turned off his bike, spread his legs out wide to support the bike, leaned
back upright, which exposed his crotch area to the maximum, and said. "Hey
Baby, good to see you girl," extending his right hand, forcing me to get up
to respond. He never budged from the bike, as he was less than five feet
from where I sat. I rose to my feet, stepped forward, took his hand and he
literally pulled me right up to him and gave me a big macho squeeze around
the waist with both arms. I was totally embarrassed as he continued to hold
me to him as more of his buddies drove bye whistling, blowing kisses and
shouting "Go Drake Boy!" He was as handsome as ever and had let his hair
grow long and had it in a long ponytail. That familiar masculine odor of
his mixed with the pungent smell of leather, and Harley fumes intoxicated
me as he questioned me about my stay, letting me know that his group were
in the area through the coming weekend.

As he continued to talk and question me, he took my right hand in his big
burly left hand and held it to his crotch, squeezing my fingers around his
rapidly growing woody. He moaned a couple of times, just enough to let me
know it felt real good, then he lifted my hand off and watched my
reaction. I admit, I squirmed with frustration watching as he made the
monster purposely pulsate in his leather-covered crotch. He smiled at me
but continued to carry on our conversation, watching me squirm for
awhile. Before too long, he grabbed his crotch again and said, "You know
you can have this if you want it anytime girl. But no, you told me to stay
away the last time I called you at home! I believe you called me a Sick
Sadistic Bastard! Looks to me like you are still interested, huh girl," as
he pointed to a wet spot that had formed in my crotch? He continued, "Maybe
I'll stop by late tonight and we an talk about it again babe!" He then
released me; kick started the Harley and drove off in the opposite
direction, headed toward where his friends went.

I caught the shuttle to the Boardwalk, rode the roller coaster and toured
the many shops and antique stores until about six thirty. I went to a nice
restaurant I have always enjoyed and had a wonderful seafood platter
dinner. I then took in a movie and caught the ten o'clock shuttle back. I
never thought of Drake one time all evening, until I was riding the bus
back to the KOA. About two years earlier, he had me turned on to him in a
big way, until he chained me in his basement dungeon for a week doing crazy
sadistic S&M numbers on me. He though he could break me, get me to be his
submissive slave, and like everything his way. Well, he was wrong, very
wrong!

When there are hot shower facilities available, I always use them rather
than set up and use the cramped shower in the Motor Home. I felt hot,
sticky and dirty; so I grabbed the bath-soap, a towel and headed across the
street, down a gravel path through a grove of trees to the bathhouse. When
I entered, this late at night, I was happy that I had the whole place to
myself. I took a nice long hot water rinse, lathered and cleaned all my
private areas, then rinsed again in cooler water. I felt squeaky clean with
just the wet towel wrapped around my waist and my sandals, carrying my
folded clothing, as I headed back up the trail in the near dark. As I
stepped into the MH, Drake was standing just inside the doorway completely
nude drinking a beer in the low light I had left on. He pulled me in, took
my clothing from my arms and threw them aside. He pulled the wet towel from
my waist, spun me around a couple of times and whistled. He whispered, "I
see your glad to see me already girl," pointing down to my quick forming
hard-on. He quickly popped a pill into my mouth and immediately put his
beer bottle to my lips and said, "Down the hatch with it girl, you have
some catching up to do. When that Ecstasy pill kicks in you'll be glad
Drake is here to take care of your hot pussy girl."

He grabbed a joint and lighter from his leather jacket sitting over a chair
back. He lit it, took a good long drag, kissed me, then put it to my lips
and told me to smoke it all while he finished his beer. He tasted heavily
of beer and pot. As I smoked the joint, he sucked on my nipples and rubbed
himself all over me. His rough hands were busy rubbing, pinching and
massaging all my erotic zones. He knew what turned me on and he was very
busy pleasuring me with massive doses of foreplay. He smelled so damn
wonderful; I put my nose to him and drank up his awesome aroma.  He was
obviously pretty wasted already, but he sat down, put me in his lap, lit up
another joint and passed it back and forth until it was gone. When the pot
took its' usual toll on me and I began to shiver, he just held me to him
until it passed, hugging and kissing on me. After we shared another beer,
the pot and Ecstasy were showing their tattle tale signs on my behavior. I
was really warming up inside now. I jumped out of his lap, dropped to my
knees and buried my face in his chest. I cleaned and sucked every inch of
his chest and nipples of salty animal dew. He raised his arms up behind his
neck and said, "Turn your little wet-vacuum loose in here girl it's nice
and wet!" He had me devouring his dripping armpits. I was so turned on to
him by that time that I kept raising up off my knees and rubbing his hard
cock and balls over my chest, stomach, and crotch. Fuck, I turned on to
him! I involuntarily exploded, covering Drake's cock and balls with my
skeet. He let out a big laugh and said, "Wow baby, do you turn on to me
real good; must be the Ecstasy, or could it be that you like me after all!
Now get down there and scoop up your juice and feed it into your mouth
girl, it's time you got some of this big dick again don't you think?"

Drake lifted me on to my feet and pushed me to the back of the MH on my
back across the bed. He looked down into my eyes, smiled and said, "It is
going to be real rough girl, payback time for pushing me away!" He spat in
his hand a couple of times spreading his spit over his dick head and lifted
my legs up in the air and pushed it swiftly into my pussy. It hurt so much
tears flowed from my eyes as he pushed it swiftly until his wiry short
hairs were pressed against my pussy lips. He wanted it rough and rough it
was indeed! His dick was as a red-hot poker on my pussy lips. He
immediately started to buck and dive into me like a wild animal, drooling
and making moaning sounds. It took all the will power I could muster not to
scream out with pain.  His cock worked in me for a very long time before
the pain turned to a warm pleasurable experience. He could tell I was now
enjoying his fuck so he slowed so he could lick and suck on me as he
fucked. By the time he reached his first climax, he was biting so hard on
my nipples they were numb. The Ecstasy and pot had me so turned on that I
kept begging him for more. He pushed me aside and rolled off the bed. He
was soon replaced with one of his buddy's. He was already nude, awaiting
Drake's signal to take over. That night he and his buddy Charlie took turns
with me sandwiched between them.  When I awoke mid morning they were gone
but I found a note from Drake that said he would be back around 6:00pm and
he would take me out somewhere to eat, not to eat until he arrived.

I felt like shit, but smelled wonderful of man beasts. I threw on a pair of
shorts, tank top, and my sandals and had a few cups of instant coffee after
downing about two Excedrin and one Tylenol.  Soon I forced myself to eat a
bowl of cold cereal. I thought if I walked around the park a bit in the
fresh morning sea air, I would feel better. I grabbed my straw hat and took
off toward the ocean side. About halfway to the ocean, I passed the obvious
camp-sight of the bikers. Their gear all piled up around tents and a couple
of pick-up trucks parked that brought their gear. There were two tough
looking biker gals tending the make shift kitchen and provisions. I just
kept on walking toward the point where the Pacific Ocean was washing up on
a small sandy beach area. Two or three more biker gals lay out under big
umbrellas, obviously pulled from the picnic tables that dotted the area. I
just ignored them, removed my sandals and kicked sand as I continued down
the beach carrying my sandals enjoying the salt air and warm breeze. The
sandy beach ended eventually where I had to either stop or climb some good
size rock formations to continue. I climbed up high enough to look what lay
beyond this man made wall of huge rocks. It looked to be another sandy
beach area where quite a few nude men, women and children were frolicking
and having a good time. There was a large sign that said Private Property
-- No Trespassing -- Harper Heights Nudist, Inc. I turned and returned up
the beach from which I came. As I walked along and warmed up the smell of
the beasts on me was breathtaking. I kept putting my arms to my nose and
inhaling deeply. I actually got a woody as I walked along kicking sand and
singing to myself. I was really feeling fine again. After I walked to the
other far end of the sandy beach where a fence stopped my progress. I
returned to the picnic area, pulled one of the large umbrellas from another
table and did as the biker gals had done to create shade.

Returning to the beach area, I plopped my ass down, created a patch of
shade, lay down on my back and closed my eyes. I pulled my tank top off and
adjusted the umbrella so just my head and face was out of the sun, and fell
sound asleep. When I awoke I was sweating and the air surrounding me reeked
of man animal, leather and cum. I checked my shorts and found them
saturated with cum and the sand was stuck to them when I rose. I quickly
tied the tank-top around my waist so it draped down over my ass, returned
the umbrella to the picnic table and started back to the MH to clean
up. Hell, I figured by the sun, I had been laying out there for over two
hours.  Thank goodness, the umbrella kept shading me more and more as the
sun moved across the sky or my body would have been very sunburned and sore
by now. Light complexioned, blue eyed and blond, I sunburn very
easily. Soon to be 35, I didn't want Mother Nature to start turning my nice
soft skin to leather.

As I passed by the biker's campsite, it was shortly after noon on my way
back to the MH. Most of the bikers had returned and were sitting around
taking chow. Charlie spotted me first and shouted out to me, "Hey Danny
Boy, get your butt over here and meet the guys and have something to eat
with us." What was I to do but join them after all eyes turned to me? As I
joined Charlie, he mass introduced me to the whole crowd as "Danny Boy, Me
and Drake's Bitch from last night!" I was humiliated and wanted to crawl
into a shell, when the guys all whistled and yelled, "Welcome Danny Boy,"
then went right back to eating like it was no big thing and OK. Charlie
said, "Drake ain't back yet girl, but he should be along shortly." He
offered me food and drink, actually served me, as I was indeed hungry when
I smelled the hamburgers cooking. It was the first time I had really seen
Charlie in the light. He was ugly, butt ugly, but had a body and a dick to
die for, plus a happy smile and a wonderful southern drawl and personality
plus. Even as ugly as his face was, I soon thought him quite attractive as
we talked. He was a perfect gentleman with me. As I sat down at one of the
picnic tables with him he looked at my backside, neck and shoulders and
said. "I was afraid we got a little carried away with you last night Danny,
but Drake told me you needed to be punished. Your whole neck and shoulders
are loaded with hickeys, pretty good sized ones too."

Now I really was embarrassed, knowing that everyone here could see. I had
not really looked at myself in a mirror yet today, just brushed my teeth
and combed my hair when I got up this morning. I looked down at my chest
and nipples and my entire front side, riddled with what looked to be either
black and blue marks or more hickeys. My nipples were dark brown and
swollen where they usually were a natural tit pink. Hell, I even had
hickeys on my inner thighs and ass cheeks, when I inspected my body in a
dressing mirror later in the MH. When I got up to leave and was walking
away, one of the guys pointed to the big wet spot that had soaked through
the tank- top I had draped over my ass. He let out a big whistle and
shouted, "Charlie, you and Drake sure filled her tank up with high octane
last night, she's overflowing, you must have put a big hole in her
tank. Look at her leak guys!" Everyone burst out laughing as I stopped dead
in my tracks.  Charlie came immediately to my rescue, grabbed a big towel
and wrapped it around my waist. He turned to the guys and shouted. "Hey
guys, leave her alone, you hear; she's the best piece of ass I have had in
years and I don't want her to pack up and leave. Cool it guys! I hope to
get me some more of that tonight." I took off up the road running with my
tail between my legs.

The minute I entered the MH I grabbed my douche kit and cleaned myself out
real good. I then grabbed the soap, a towel and headed for the shower
house. The place was occupied with some of the bikers, but I didn't care,
because there were some other kids and men in there too. I knew the bikers
would not try anything with me as long as others were present. I got some
very varied looks from all when they saw all the black and blue and hickeys
all over me. I didn't care at this time. I just thought to myself, fuck
them all. I got in and took a nice long shower trying to ignore their looks
and comments. All I wanted to do was clean up and get the hell out of
there. I was successful, but when I got back to the MH Charlie was sitting
inside. He took me in his arms, pulled me to him, sniffed my hair and told
me I smelled good enough to eat. He lifted me off my feet and carried me
back to the bed in the rear and laid me gently down on my back and put my
legs up over his shoulders, spread my ass cheeks and licked my rosebud. He
was nipping, licking, and chewing on my pinkie like it was a dish of
vanilla ice cream. Damn he had one of those tongues, very long. He could
roll it up and use it like a piston in my pussy. I was breathless when he
finally asked me if I had some lubrication. I was so turned on; all I could
do was point to a bedside cabinet drawer. He coated a couple of fingers
with KY jell and worked fingers up into me.  He was gentle but knew exactly
what he was doing up there poking at my prostrate gland. By the time he had
his huge dick greased, I was begging him to hurry up. He was most
accommodating.  He worked slowly, gradually working up into a real power
drill when he realized that I wanted it rough. The MH, closed up for some
time, was quite warm. He was sweating profusely and it was dripping down
all over me when he stiffened and shot a load into my upper intestines,
possibly my throat, by the feel of it when he blew. I told him to punch the
roof air conditioner on high so we could cool down a bit.

He rolled over next to me ringing wet, smelling wonderful of Charlie,
leather and everything masculine I have ever tasted or smelled. I just
buried my nose into him and started licking, kissing and sucking up the
moisture. He whispered, "You sure do like Charlie's dick don't you girl?
Suck up Charlie's smell girl! That's it baby, crawl up on Charlie and
rub-a-dub-dub in his macho sweat girl. Lord-e-B, would you look at her go
for this ugly man. I would never have to shower with you around girl! Oh
baby, you smell so good! Roll over here and climb on when you're ready
girl!" I grabbed Charlie by the dick and put his dick in my mouth. He
smelled like a wild beast, a mixture of him, and leather. He lifted my head
and told me he need a shower before I should do that for him. I just looked
up into his eyes with sad eyes and whimpered, "But I like it like this
Charlie, let me clean you please; you smell and taste like a wild animal. I
love man beast, big guy!" He just spread his leg apart and let me dive
between as he played with my blond hair with his fingers. He not only was
uncircumcised; he had gobs of headcheese built up under his foreskin. I've
always loved the taste of that white stuff, once I got by the smell of
Limburger cheese the first time I did it. I was in funk heaven licking it
clean. He looked down at me in total amazement, but never uttered a
word. He just smiled and met my eyes with one of lustful pleasure; content
with the treatment I was giving his big stallion. I licked and sucked until
the entire head was clean. I sucked the head in and ran my tongue around
the tender and sensitive glands surrounding the huge mushroomed head. Over
the tongue, it lodged against my gag button. I pushed hard and it popped
through into my throat. My eyes watered, but I managed to swallow and work
my throat over it until he pulled back to give me air. He took over and
slid in and out of my throat canal. Each time I swallowed taking him to a
climax very quickly. He pulled back and filled my mouth with spasm after
spasm of his tasty delight.

He pulled from my mouth and lay back on his back. "It's still hard girl,
climb on and ride the pony and make yourself climax all over my stomach for
me to watch while I play with you nipples. Give Charlie a ride girl and see
if you can put skeet on my ugly face and make me your handsome prince with
your magic potent and I'll love you for all eternity."

"Hey big guy, I like you just the way you are, OK! Now settle down and keep
the pony nice and hard for me like a good boy!" His eyes brightened up and
he smiled back up at me. He had the most beautiful dark brown eyes; they
just played a symphony to me as I brought myself up close to a climax, then
relaxed and started all over again. I did not want this wonderful feeling
he was giving me to end. Eventually, I worked myself up so much that I shot
a load up into his eye, down his chin, and all over his chest. I just
leaned over and licked it all up, then kissed him and told him he was my
valiant prince. He curled up and spent the night with me. Drake never
showed up. The next morning he told me, Drake would not be bothering me
anymore. That is all he said. I knew he and Drake must have had some kind
of confrontation over how Drake had treated me the night before. We took a
shower together in the KOA showers, and he asked me if I would ride with
him on a short run the club was taking that day down the Pacific
Coastline. I accepted his invitation and clung to him for the entire
day. By the end of the day, he wasn't ugly anymore to me. He was kind,
gentle, and wonderful. His eyes sparkled, and his personality formed an
envelope around my heart. The man was beautiful, right to the core.