CRUISERS IN A CAMPER
By Robert H. Fletcher

At the rest stop, two's a couple and three's a mini-orgy!

   I noticed the small, bright blue camper for two reasons: The electric 
blue color was astonishing, and it was parked nearer the entrance to the 
rest area than most recreational vehicles. Usually, those who are 
planning to stay overnight pull their vehicles around the inner circle 
drive, where there are electric hookups.
   I discarded the thought, as I was eager to get to the long curve of 
the outer circle, where the large forest of trees, with the many clearings, 
made secluded rendezvous possible, and even likely.
   I parked my car, took the keys, and wandered slowly down the path 
that took me deep into the woods. I sat down on a fallen tree, lit a 
cigarette, and decided to wait patiently, if possible.
   I had just taken a couple of puffs of my cigarette when I saw the 
reflection of car windows. I watched as the car pulled up behind mine. I 
heard a door slam, and I knew that, within minutes, some lusting male 
would arrive at my position.
   In just a couple of minutes, I spotted a tall, youngish-looking stud 
walk toward me along the path. I couldn't determine much more than 
that, because the trees were blocking me from getting a really good 
look at him.
   Still, I moved about three yards to the side of the path, where there 
was a small clearing, complete with an old blanket that someone had 
left behind to be of service to others. I unzipped my trousers, stood 
against a tree, and hauled out my already-stiffening ten-inch instrument 
of lust.
   The dude had obviously been here before, because he walked right 
over to me and chuckled, saying, "You've got a big chunk of meat, 
stranger!"
   I turned slightly toward him, giving him a full view of my 
cucumber, which had become a solid concrete obelisk. I said a weak 
"Thanks!" as my knees began to buckle a little.
   He opened his buttoned jeans, dug around inside for a minute, and 
extracted a horsecock of at least a foot. It was stiff as a board and 
leaking its clear fluid, creating translucent strings that dripped down 
almost to his knees.
   I purred, "You're not going to waste that juice, are you?"
   He giggled, and his jiggling crank let loose its connection to the 
string of pearls, and it splattered to the leaves under his enormous 
wang. He giggled again, and said, "Not to worry! There's lots more 
where that came from!" And just then another drop appeared at his piss-
slit and lengthened to another necklace, which then hung precariously 
from the tip of his dick.
   He smiled a broad, sparkling smile. "You'd better hurry if you want 
this one!"
   I was on my knees in a heartbeat, sucking his bright red bulb into 
my mouth. The thing was like satin, and the juice it offered was sweet. 
I swallowed it with greed, then came off his jumping cock long enough 
to say, "Umm! That tastes great!"
   He put his hands on my head, played with my hair, and whispered, 
"Wait'll you taste my cum!"
   "I can barely wait!"
   He unbuckled his jeans, pushed them down to his ankles, and lay on 
his back in the leaves. I went down between his splayed, hairy legs, 
with my mouth just above his towering cockflesh.
   He sat up long enough to pull his tee shirt off, then lay back as he 
whispered, "Have at it, stranger! Give me good head!"
   My tongue slurped up and down his monument to manhood, 
smearing it with his lube and my saliva as he moaned, "Ohhh! This is 
going to be good!"
   My tongue brushed around his cockhead, which was turning a 
darker red, and I licked under his sensitive flange, into the quivering 
triangle of flesh that joins his dickhead to the throbbing staff. He 
wiggled and made purring sounds as he became more and more excited 
with each of my ministrations.
   I let my tongue travel up and down his road map of dark blue veins, 
licking each of them, feeling his pulse as it fed blood to his swelling 
torpedo. Without notice, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go. I 
had been able to swallow fuckmeat as large as this before -- I 
sometimes had a sore throat for a while afterward, but the feast was 
always worth it!
   I scarfed the whole monster down in one long, gulping breath, until 
my tongue was able to slip out to lick at his cock forest.
   He raised his head a little and whispered, "My God! You took it all! 
Nobody's done that before!"
   I thought to myself, "Cowards! That's like eating half a sandwich!"
   I used my throat contractions, slowly and powerfully at first, as his 
hips wiggled against my face and he groaned his approval.
   I opened my eyes and watched his almost hairless chest as it rose 
and fell, his breathing becoming more shallow. I wanted to go up and 
suck his muscular pecs, which were two brown oases supporting hard 
pink nipples.
   My lips led the way from his succulent salami, up over his winking 
bellybutton, to his left nipple. I sucked the tiny droplets of moisture into 
my mouth as he whispered, "Oh yeah! Suck those tits!"
   I moved from one to the other, his whole chest quaking with 
enthusiastic lurches upward to my face.
   "Oh fuck! You know how to get a guy hot!" he moaned.
   I sucked his grateful nipples for a few minutes, then my tongue 
slipped back down over his massive chest. It stopped at his bellybutton 
this time, tickling into his soft mounds of flesh.
   I was back to his waving truncheon in a couple more minutes, 
tracing his tower of maleness up and down before my mouth opened to 
impale myself on his magnificent ramrod.
   He wiggled and groaned as my lips made contact with his swampy 
pubes. He gargled, "I've gotta come! Bring me off, please! Get my 
nut!"
   I began my head bobs slowly, then increased the tempo as I felt his 
nuts bounce up against his pulsing cylinder.
   On about the third downstroke, he fairly screamed, "You've got it, 
stranger! I'm about to come!"
   My head went faster, my throat embracing his pumper with more 
pressure, and he breathlessly muttered, "Now! Here it is! Drink it all! 
Shootin' in your mouth! Ohhhgh! Uh-huh! Uuugh!"
   His lumps of cream struck the back of my throat with a force that 
made my head recoil. His discharge was the consistency of tapioca and 
tasted like sweet pudding. There was no bitterness at all. Just savory 
globs of pudding!
   He had afterquakes of his powerful orgasm for a long time, 
muttering, "Shit! That was the best blowjob I've ever had!"
   I licked his entire groin, getting any leftover dick honey into my 
mouth, then sat up next to him and said, "Thanks! God, you tasted 
good!"
   "Thank you! I 'm sorry, but I can't do any more for you than pound 
your pud. I'm always finished for awhile afterward."
   "That's all right. I understand." And I did, because sometimes after a 
gigantic release, I don't feel like sex of any kind for awhile.
   "Want me to jack you?" he asked.
   "No, you don't need to. Somebody will come along. Not anyone as 
handsome as you, though!"
   And he was handsome. Taller than my five-foot-ten, and muscular 
enough for an Olympic swimmer, with jade eyes and soft warm lips.
   He got up, and as he began to put his clothes back on his body, he 
said, "Do you come here often? I'd like to see you again!"
   "Name a time."
   "How about next Saturday, about this time?"
   "Sounds good to me," I said.
   "And next time, I get to swallow your cum juice first."
   "I'll be here!" Then he kissed me, a lasting, meaningful kiss that 
seemed to guarantee that he'd be back next Saturday.

   When he left the trail, I decided to drive into town to get a bite to 
eat. I wasn't about to waste my load of cum on the ground, and I knew 
someone would come by to take care of me after I ate.
   As I was driving past the blue camper, I glanced over to see this 
great-looking blond guy standing by the rear wheel, holding a hard-on 
in his hand. I looked a second time, this time through the mirror, and he 
was looking toward my car and beginning to pump on his cock. I 
couldn't be imagining things, I thought, so I drove around the circle 
again.
   When I neared the camper, I slowed down to a crawl, and I wasn't 
wrong. He was stroking his meat with one hand and waving to me with 
the other. As I pulled into the space next to him, he went into his 
camper, still holding what I could see now was a huge hard dick. He 
left the door open, and I walked toward it. Just then a chocolate-colored 
young man appeared at the door. I was about to beat a hasty retreat 
when his firm but gentle voice invited, "Don't be frightened! Come in 
and have a beer!"
   His dark brown eyes twinkled with a kind of merriment seen in 
young Chicano guys. His smile was broad and warm, and sparkled 
against his brown skin. He wore no shirt, and his chest looked like 
maple syrup, all ready to pour. There wasn't a hair, except a few jet-
black threads sneaking out above the waistband of his jeans. His pink 
nipples looked proud -- as well they should have been, just being on 
that gorgeous, sinewy body.
   As I started up the steps, the first guy came to stand next to the 
chocolate bar. He almost whispered, "Welcome to our home! I'm Jeff, 
and my dark friend here is Tony."
   I extended my hand and announced, "I'm Bob."
   Jeff chuckled a little as he said, "I've been watching your car. I had 
Tony grab a look as you went past, and we decided we'd like to invite 
you in. And when you went down to the lust grove, we knew we'd have 
to see you!"
   "Lust grove?"
   "That's what we call the trees down there. It even smells a little like 
lust! That was a gorgeous young trick you got down there -- or did he 
have you?"
   Tony chimed in with, "Jeff! That's none of our business!"
   "If he doesn't want to tell us, he doesn't have to. It never hurts to 
ask."
   I stammered a little because I wanted to brag a little about the 
Adonis I'd just entertained with my mouth. "W-well, I did suck him 
off..." Then I laughed lightly as I said, "Tony's right, though -- it really 
isn't any of your business. But we're all kindred spirits here."
   Jeff clapped his arm around my shoulder and commented, "Now 
this is my kind of guy! He's not ashamed of suckin' dick!"
   We all laughed at that as Tony went to the refrigerator for beers. He 
opened them and passed them around. Jeff took my hand and led me 
over to the couch. We all sat in a row like blackbirds on a telephone 
wire. I noted that they had maneuvered me to the center position.
   We all took a first swallow of our beer, then they put their bottles 
on the coffee table, and Jeff almost whispered, "We want to undress 
you. Have any objections to that?"
   As I put my bottle down, I leaned back, splayed my legs, and 
whispered right back, "Not one in the world!"
   Tony immediately had his hands under my polo shirt, pulling it up 
over my head. His tongue followed his hands, licking my chest as he 
pulled off the shirt. My God, his tongue was hot and sensuous on my 
flesh! Somehow, as he got the garment above my lips, his soft, moist 
mouth was on mine as he threw the shirt to the floor.
   The kiss was breathtaking! His tongue pushed my lips apart and 
went in to investigate every inch inside my mouth. He was muttering 
sounds, almost like purring, as he tongued out my whole cavity.
   As he drew my tongue back into his own mouth, Jeff was loosening 
my jeans. He practically ripped the buttons off as, in one solid tug, he 
opened the fly, allowing my thrusting cock to point to the ceiling, my 
excitement pouring out of the piss-slit in clear, crystal droplets.
   I raised my hips to allow my jeans to be pulled away from me. 
Within seconds, I was sitting there naked between these two delicious 
studs, my mouth still involved in Tony's kiss.
   As they complimented me on my body, they ran their hands over 
every inch of it, then stood up, throwing their clothes off. I had seen 
Jeff's fuckmeat, but without his jeans, the thing stood out proud a good 
eight inches, oozing his natural lube in copious amounts. Veins seemed 
to be stacked on other veins, creating a patchwork of dark blue tracings 
everywhere.
   I glanced over at Tony, and the rest of his body matched the beauty 
of his chest, over which I had drooled earlier. Down in his crotch, his 
curly black bush was actually more of a forest, and it seemed to be his 
only body hair, except the barely visible strands in his pits. His clipped 
porker was the size of a beer can -- at least ten suckable inches -- and it 
was bouncing up and down as he exercised his penile muscles. Though 
it was about the same length as mine, it was much thicker.
   Tony's firestick was the one which touched my lips first. As he knelt 
on the sofa and leaned into me, I opened my lips and was immediately 
aware that I was probably biting off more than I could chew -- at least 
in this position. Then, as his bulbous, velvety cockhead entered my 
head, I could smell the musky aroma of his sexual heat.
   Meanwhile, Jeff's soft hot mouth had swallowed my slick tubesteak 
down to my balls. His tongue was going wild, tickling every square 
inch of my excited dong. His head bobbed up and down on my eager 
staff as Tony began a slow facefuck into my mouth. Tony seemed to 
realize that I couldn't handle all of his fat hammer in this position, so he 
just shoved about half of it into my jaws on each short thrust.
   Just when I thought that I had died and gone to heaven, Jeff's sweet 
lips left my cock, and in a heartbeat, Tony pulled his ramrod from my 
mouth and sat down on my steel pipe.
   Jeff helped guide Tony's chocolate buns down onto my jumping 
dagger, and with soft groaning, Tony impaled himself on my tool until 
he was sitting flat on my quivering pubes, his fat, slobbering manmeat 
flopping around on my belly. He began bouncing up and down slowly, 
and my nuts began to react by pulling up closer to my lusting sausage.
   Jeff sat down next to me, pulled my head toward him, and gave me 
a kiss, deep and satisfying. The inside of his mouth tasted like mint, 
and his breath was hot, filling my lungs with his sweet, powerful gusts.
   Tony's dark fuckchute was snapping at my throbber as the tempo of 
his bouncing increased, and I was about to pop my nut. I didn't want to 
lose my hot load so soon, but unless the sucking and kissing stopped, I 
was going to surrender my balljuice.
   Tony almost whispered, "I want your load up my ass. But I want it 
down my throat too!"
   Tony pulled himself off my disappointed whacker and stood in front 
of me, letting his cum-slick cock bounce in front of my face. I reached 
out, took it in my palms, leaned toward his brown body, and guided his 
chunk of beef right into my open mouth. Jeff kissed me on the cheek, 
licked my forehead and eyes, then pushed his tongue into my ear. Tony 
gasped as his entire beer-can-sized love-muscle disappeared down my 
gullet and got a strong massage from my throat muscles.
   I took his hardened nuts into my hands and squeezed them very 
gently as he wheezed, "Christ, you're one hot motherfucker!"
   Meanwhile, Jeff got down on his knees between Tony's muscled 
legs, and his mouth was over my jerking throbber in two seconds flat. 
He deep-throated my fat puppy, swirling his tongue around it inside his 
mouth. His mouth was hot and very wet, and my cum was boiling for 
release. Finally, it burst through my cum-hole and shot into Jeff's 
beautiful body. I gargled, "Ugggh! Cooommmiiinngg!"
   The strangling vibrations in my throat were all it took to set Tony 
off, and his liquid gold suddenly hit the back of my throat. I almost lost 
consciousness as the sweet-pungent flavor of his life-giving seed tickled 
my taste buds. Tony made sounds like an animal in pain as spurt after 
spurt gushed down my thirsty throat. My spigot was dry before he 
finally made one last jerk and moaned, "Oh shit! That was fantastic!"
   He pulled his still-hard sword from my lips and stepped back to 
stand on the floor. Jeff continued to lick my hairy pubes and my cock, 
searching for any remaining cock gravy.
   Tony pulled Jeff from my crotch and got him to lie on his back on 
the carpet. As Tony went down on Jeff's waving stiffer, he moved so 
fast, he was a blur. He inhaled Jeff's eight-incher in one quick breath, 
and Jeff responded by moaning, "That's it, good buddy! Suck me dry! 
Ohhh!"
   I crouched down next to their squirming bodies and put my hands 
on Tony's inviting asscheeks. I plowed my head into his crack as far as 
I could get it, my tongue searching out his succulent passageway. Tony 
was muttering around Jeff's fleshy cock, but I couldn't make out any 
words. He just wiggled his asshole against my mouth while bobbing his 
head on Jeff's cockmeat.
   My hand traveled between Tony's sweaty thighs and made contact 
with Jeff's tight nut-sac. I could almost feel the boiling juice inside, and 
knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost his searing semen.
   Tony's head was bobbing faster and faster, the animal sounds getting 
louder and louder, until Jeff screamed, "This is it! I'm coommmin'! 
Holy shit!" My head went between Tony's thighs, and my tongue was 
on Jeff's huge, unloading nuts, licking in long, heavy, swabbing strokes.
   Tony swallowed most of Jeff's mighty discharge, then rolled over so 
that he could pull my head up, giving me a chance to engulf Jeff's 
jerking tower and taste the last sticky strands of Jeff's love sauce. Tony 
and I were both slobbering in Jeff's crotch, sometimes kissing each 
other, with Jeff's greasy cylinder as the centerpiece. Our tongues licked 
and our lips sucked until Jeff's crotch was almost dry. Then we sat up, 
leaned over Jeff's still-quivering body, and kissed him on his lips. He 
lay still as we washed his face with our lips.
   Finally, we ran out of steam and sat up, our hands holding each 
others' wilted crotch pieces. We just looked at each other for a minute 
or two, and Tony half-gargled, "That was great!" Then, as he held my 
face in his hands, he asked, "Where have you been all our lives?"
   "Just waiting to find you," I answered.
   Jeff half-whispered, "Stay for dinner, Bob. We know what dessert 
will be."
   "Thanks. I didn't have lunch."
   Tony wrapped his arms around me, kissed me, and said, "You'll be 
out first dinner guest!"
   Jeff explained, "We've wanted to have a threesome for a long time. 
You're the first we've ever agreed on!"
   We had hamburgers and cole slaw, all of it washed down with beer. 
We ate quickly because our hard-ons were beckoning.
   Once the dishes went into the sink, the cocks went into the mouths. 
We took it slow and easy for about fifteen minutes, just savoring the 
cockmeat presented to our lips. Tongues went out to swab nut-sacs and 
lick inner thighs. The tempo and pressure increased as we began to 
sweat and moan our ecstasy. Suddenly, just as I deposited my lumpy 
syrup deep inside Jeff's body, I felt the heavy splashes of Tony's 
creamy sauce against my throat walls. I glanced over, and Tony's lips 
were dripping with Jeff's dick honey, some of it slithering onto the 
carpet.
   After a few minutes, we cleaned the crotch from which we had 
taken our glorious feast, then just sat on the carpet, kissing back and 
forth, playing with each others' exhausted shooters. I finally stood up to 
announce, "I really do have to get home. Tomorrow is a work day."
   Tony sounded almost in a panic: "Will you come back tomorrow?"
   "If you'll still be here, of course I'll come back!"
   Jeff said, "We'll be here for the next week. And we'll want you to 
come back every day."
   I said, "I can take Saturday off and spend the whole day with you 
guys, if that's all right."
   "Come over Friday and stay the night," Jeff offered. "Okay?"
   "You've got it!"
   As the week went on, the sex seemed to get better every day. The 
Friday night into Saturday session left me in a tired heap, almost unable 
to walk due to the pounding my ass got from both Jeff and Tony.
   Jeff and Tony went back to Texas, and I hear from them now and 
then. We're already making plans for next year, when they will be my 
houseguests. I plan to take my vacation then so that our marathon of 
male-to-male-to-male lust can go on twenty-four hours a day!