Alberto - The Firecamp
by Bill Fore  - b4@earthlink.net

     My sentence had a year to go before I could get probation.  She-it, man...
did I fuck up.  They caught me trying to sell coke to an undercover officer.  I
must have been dumber than dirt!  I had been doing a lot of body building so I
didn't use the stuff.  I just sold it three times to make some quick bucks.  The
third time I got caught.
     What I'm about to tell you all happened when I was almost twenty.  It was
considered a really good deal, and it certainly had to be better than the six by
eight cell I'd spent the previous year enjoying.  
     I was named a "trustee" and sent to work on a fire crew during the forest
fire season here in Northern California.  I was a late arrival (a "replacement") near
the end of the fire season, and went into a special training program with the four
other guys that had just arrived.  There were about thirty young guys in one crude,
overcrowded barracks.  It was pretty much like the Army, only... we were in a
small fire camp about forty miles from nowhere up a very bad road in a canyon
beside an old creek.  Someone had named it "Shit Creek," which was why we
were all "up...", you know the story.  I heard that the road up the canyon washed
out every time it rained hard but, who needs to worry about fires when it's wet?
     We ate, slept, trained for fire fighting, and did "PT" (physical training) all
day long, and each night we killed the time by watching a movie on the VCR,
lifting weights, and playing pool or night basketball.  We were buried in the deep
ravine so far away from the real world that we couldn't even get regular TV.  The
outside basketball court was dirt and had only one big light, so the basketball was
really primitive.  Everyone got so dirty playing on the dirt court that you had to
shower after even a short game.  I really liked basketball and was good at it, so
I played a lot no matter how crude the setup.
     It was hot and dry most days and nights in that little valley that late
summer so all of the "trustees" worked out, ate, and spent their evenings in a
minimum of clothing... usually just shorts, sox and tennis shoes.  Most everyone
seemed to sleep naked.  We were all between eighteen and twenty-five, almost all
in good shape and very horny, so a lot of rustling around happened in the barracks
after the lights went out.  The two guards rarely came through the darkened
barracks so the "trustees" were pretty much on their own. 
     The second night I was in camp, Ossie, the studly black buck in the bed
next to mine, had a late night visitor from somewhere down the barracks.  There
was just enough light and sound for me to know that my neighbor was getting his
big cock royally sucked.  I'd heard sounds like that in jail, but it never happened
five feet away from my bed.  It made me very horny so I did what just about
everyone else seemed to be doing in that dark room... I flipped back the sheet and
pounded my shrouded eight and a half incher until I filled a sock with my load. 

     The black kid was very friendly and we were often in the showers together,
so I got a lot of chances to see the big, thick bone that swung from his muscular
body and to wonder what it would be like to chew on such a thing.  Not that I'd
ever do it, you understand.  He was a really nice, good looking, very well built
kid, and it was just something I couldn't help thinking about.
     Don't get me wrong.  I wasn't queer.  A little curious, I guess I'd admit
(like all the other horny guys in that firecamp), but certainly not queer.  I'd only
had a couple of mutual jack-off sessions with a neighbor kid while growing up. 
All of my other sexual experiences, which were not many, were with about three
different girls.  It's just that... in that barracks with about thirty other very turned-
on studs my age and no women... well, you get the picture.
     You got my name, I think.  Alberto.  The other "trustees" called me Al. 
My parents came to the States from Central America when I was little.  I was
medium brown skinned... dark haired, dark eyes, about five-eleven, symmetrical
and very muscular.  I got a lot of compliments about my looks.  Lots of people
told me I was handsome and someone once called me "a big brown Latino stud." 
     I'd been trying to pick myself up by my bootstraps and make something
of myself, since our family was very poor.  My mother sewed in a factory ten
hours a day for minimum wages, my father was an alcoholic bum who left us after
making four kids, and my bachelor uncle worked nights as a janitor.  He stayed
with us to help pay the rent.
     In the first two months of my stay at the fire camp we were called out on
only one fire.  It turned out to be only a "mopping-up" operation and we were
back in camp in less than a day.  We hardly got dirty!  As I said, the season was
just about over.  
     I'd met the young ranger who ran the place a few times.  Tony was an
Italian guy about my size, probably in his late twenties.  He was really nice and
seemed to pay extra attention to me.  Maybe it was because we were both into
body building.  We first met while playing in a basketball game on a very hot and
humid night a few days after I'd arrived, and then we met again after the game
in the showers.  I noticed that Tony looked me over pretty good.  Our next
meetings were in the chow hall, and once or twice our paths crossed as I was
walking from one building to another.
     One day Tony stopped me in the pool hall.  "Hey, Al... how you doin'?" 
We talked for a few minutes, and then Tony asked, "How much more time do you
have?"  I told him that with time off I'd be doing at least another year.  He asked
what I was in for and I told him.  "Whose fault?"  I told him I'd been really
stupid.  He smiled.  He said he was glad I wasn't trying to blame someone else. 
As we leaned against the pool table he told me that the fire season was going to
be officially declared at an end in about a week, and that each year two trustees
stayed on as rangers assistants.  All the other trustees went back to jail, including
the guards.  
     Tony looked at me as he leaned against the pool table, wearing only some
slighty-too-small brown shorts.  "It's easy work, man... especially when it's not
the fire season.  We move up to the tower and just watch for trouble.  It's boring
and a lot like camping out sometimes, but there's no cells and no guards.  Only
three very sex starved guys stranded on a mountaintop with no babes or anything. 
A lot of the time it's hot, and there's no air conditioning, so we even run around
bare-ass nude.  Saves on washing clothes and get's you a great tan."
     Tony definitely had a great bod, with hard muscles and a beautiful tan.
     He looked at me for a reaction.  "Big George stays here at the base camp
to watch stuff and cook meals, and at least one of us comes down about once a
day unless it's storming.  If I gotta live with the two guys that stay behind, I
always want to get two I can stand to be around."  I'd been in the Jeep four by
four on the wild ride up to the observation tower one time, so I knew where it was
and what he was talking about.  The tower was about a mile and a half up the
mountain from the base fire camp on a very steep and rutted road.
     We shot the shit some more and then Tony swatted my barely clad ass. 
"Think about it, man.  If you want, I'll put in for you."  He looked me over pretty
closely.  "I hope you're not too hung up, Al.  Like I said, except for when it gets
cold we are almost always bare ass up there all day and night, except for shoes. 
There's never anyone around to notice."  I thanked him for thinking of me and
told him I'd love it.  "You know Danny, the tanned kid with the light blond hair?" 
We'd said hello and I knew who he was, so I said so.  "He's the other one who's
staying."
     So... about a week later, all the other guys and the two guards went down
the hill in two big military "duece-and-a-half" trucks while Danny and I stayed
behind.  It was right after a very cold and rainy day that kind of acted like a
signal that the fire season was definitely over.  
     I'd known for two days that I was staying for sure, so I'd started getting
to know Danny a little better.  He was nineteen, short... about five foot six, maybe
a hundred and fifty pounds, sharp looking, very blond, very lean and muscular bod
with not an ounce of fat and hardly any hair on his body.  He had a great, bubbly
personality and had been nailed for selling, too.
     Tony and handsome, big, black mid-thirties muscle stud George, the cook
and "camp keeper," went through a lot of supplies that had been brought up in the
trucks for the winter.   Danny and I helped stock the shelves.  It was back to
being a warm day, so all of us were again in shorts, sox and sneakers.  It seemed
strange to have the barracks empty and everyone else gone.  
     We had a late lunch, packed some supplies, our meager personal
belongings and some fresh bedding into the jeep, and then Tony, Danny and I
went up the steep trail to the tower.
     Tony started showing us around and we climbed the long stairway to the
observation tower.  There was two big double mattresses laid side-by-side on the
floor in the tower.  When I saw that I knew that someone was going to be
sleeping with someone else.  I wondered.  The sun was hot and we were sweating
as we carried supplies up the long winding stairway.  
     When we were all back in the tower Tony wiped his brow, looked at
Danny and me and then dropped his shorts.  Danny glanced at him and then did
the same without hesitation.  When I saw them I was a little shocked at how
quickly it happened but knew I should do it, too.  I was proud of my bod and my
big, honkin' schlong.  I'd been bare assed a lot in the showers, but this was
different.  
     It was strange walking around in the great outdoors naked.  I soon decided
that I really liked it.  All the three of us were wearing were tennis shoes and sox. 
Danny had a nice sized, cut cock, but Tony was like me... a hood of foreskin
covered his cockhead.  I was always interested in size, but it was hard to tell since
none of us were hard.  Two things I noticed about Tony.  He was always looking
out the windows, peering around to see if anything was happening in his beautiful
forest.  He also seemed to often unconsciously pull the foreskin back to fully
expose his big, red bulbous cockhead.  It would stay back for a while, but then
slip back again to fully cover his prick.
     We made two more trips to bring up supplies.  Up in the tower there was
a little cooking area, a portable john, a table, some chairs, the two mattresses,
some pillows, sheets and blankets rolled up against the wall and some space for
clothes.  We were surrounded by windows and a door that led to an observation
deck that ran all around the tower.  
     Out on the deck, when Tony was showing us around, it seemed like we
could see forever... over miles and miles of wooded rolling hills and mountains. 
It was clear that we were very much alone.  Sometimes, when we were looking
around, I walked behind Tony and Danny and couldn't help but watch their tight
ass globes bounce around in front of me.
     "Okay, you guys... we need to talk," Tony said.  We sat at the little table. 
Tony said he hated rules, but that we did need to figure out some shit so that we
didn't get on each other's nerves.  "I asked both of you if you had any hangups
and told you about being bare-assed because there's no way we can hide anything
from each other up here.  Forget about hiding to take a leak or a shit.  There's just
no place to hide.  If you've gotta wear clothes, then they're going to stink unless
you wash them, and it's really hard to do laundry around here.  The guy who
broke me in on this tower three years ago was always nude.  I decided I liked it
after I'd done it for a few days, so that's the way it's been.  Everybody has
always stayed nude unless it's too cold.  When it's cold outside, or storming or
anything, I just turn on the heat and stay naked in here.  The government pays for
the heat and I still don't have to do laundry!"
     Tony watched us for reactions as he talked.  "If my cock gets stiff, which
happens a few times a day, there's no way I'm going to try to hide it from you
guys.  You can't hide yours from me, either, which doesn't matter since getting
hard is normal if you're healthy.  Hell... it's natural, too.  And... when you jack
off, which you'd better do at least once a day if you're not gonna go crazy, you'll
have an audience because we're all jammed in here together.  Also... if you run
around outside with nothing on, you're going to get your skin fried unless you rub
in a lot of lotion.  Last season the other guys that were here rubbed that SPF
tanning stuff into each other a couple of times every day.  They also traded
rubbing a lot of lotion on each other every night.  You gotta do it if you're gonna
keep your skin healthy.  Rubbin' is the easiest way, and it feels better to have
someone else do it, too."
     Tony looked both of us over.  "I picked you two guys because I liked you
and thought you were the best two of the bunch.  But... if any of this shit sounds
weird or bugs you, then let me know and we'll get you back to jail and get
someone else.  It may not be ideal up here, but it's better than anyplace else you
guys can be right now, and... it's just how this obviously has to be."  Danny
nodded.  "No sweat, Tony.  My brother and I stayed in the same room and jacked
off all the time."  I added, although not quite sure of myself inside, that I didn't
see anything wrong with it either.  Fuck, man... anything was better than going
back to that little cell.
     Things were primitive.  If you wanted a shower, you had to go down to
the little building below the tower, and then the water was cold.  Tony said he
heated water on the little stove in the kitchen area and usually took sponge baths. 
He said we could always shower when we went down to the base camp.  There
was a telephone between George (the "camp keeper") and the tower, so we'd
know of any emergency.  Otherwise, we were on our own.
     That night, long after supper and after it got dark, we turned on some
lights and heat in the tower room and then sat around naked on the mattresses and
shot the shit.  God, Tony was one very free dude.  Every once in a while, as we
sat on the mattresses, he'd get a swelling in his crotch.  I was curious, so it was
hard to keep from looking.  I guessed that he probably had about a seven and a
half incher.  As little Danny watched Tony, he also leaned back against the wall,
absent-mindedly scratched his balls and got fully hard, too... probably about six
and a half worth, but thicker than Tony's.
     I finally dared to lean back, spread myself out and scratch a little, too. I
knew they were all eyes as my meat finally swelled to it's full, very thick almost
nine inches and my cockhead peeked out of its hood.  "Hell, Danny... we got a
dangerous weapon over there," Tony said, nodding in the direction of my crotch. 
We talked about sizes and Tony said something vague about my boner being a
mouthful.
     After two beers each and a lot more conversation, Tony stopped just
caressing and scratching himself and began slowly fisting his cock.  He'd been
leaning back against the bedding and had slipped down lower, spread his legs
wide, openly fingered his ass crack under his balls, and started slipping his
foreskin back and forth over his big red cockhead.  As soon as Danny saw Tony
doing his thing, Danny slumped down and began stroking himself, too.  Well,
hell... it was a first time experience for me and a little scary, but it was also a
really sexy scene for some reason, so I started playing with myself, too.
     The area was small and so Tony's leg brushed up against mine as he got
into his thing.  At one point, as the tempo of his right handed stroking was
building, his left hand brushed against my thigh for just a second.  Danny was
only inches from me on the other side from Tony, and he was writhing and
breathing hard while doing his thing.  
     A chill went through my body from Tony's touch.  I closed my eyes to
find a good fantasy, but there seemed to be enough stimulation from what was
going on right next to me to get my juices flowing.  I started stroking my big,
throbbing log.  Both of the other's had gotten a head start, and Danny seemed
very close to an eruption.  He was really thrashing around, almost as if he was
having a seizure.  Tony's hand brushed my thigh again as he fisted himself.  
     I opened my eyes and looked at Tony.  His eyes seemed transfixed on what
my hands were doing.  He didn't even see me looking at him.  One of his hands
was between his legs as if finger-fucking himself, while the other was setting a
nice, smooth, even stroking pace on his red-headed pecker.  He was using a
different technique than I'd ever used... his thumb was methodically riding up and
down the top of his cock, while his forefinger squeezed from the other side.  I
noticed that Tony never really touched his cockhead.  His body was almost
magically contorting.  The beautiful muscles and veins were stretching and coiling
in an almost supernatural scene.  
     Danny, on the other hand, was pounding his cock in a frenzy on the other
side of me, his eyes closed and his head flopping from side to side.  His technique
was to grasp his cock with his saliva-lubricated fist, stimulating his cockhead by
direct rubbing with every stroke.  I thought to myself that such an act would cause
me pain and drive me crazy.
     I closed my eyes again.  Danny's breathing became severe, with lots of
grunting and "oooh's."  It was clear he was about to cum.  Tony's hand touched
my thigh again and rested there.  His leg also moved against mine and I felt the
rocking motion of his body.  I continued my two handed assault on my big, thick
hot log.
     Then, with much gusto, Danny blew his wad.  I opened my eyes in time
to see his off-white cum spurt almost straight up in the air from his pulsing prick. 
His frenzied strokes slowed as he erupted.  He ended up in short, hard squeezing
moves, as if trying to milk even more juice from his well-pounded spear.
     Tony's hand moved over my thigh as he built toward his own eruption. His
leg pressed harder against me.  I could feel the tension transmitted from his body
as he closed in on his grand finale.  I sensed that my own passions were  nearing
their peak, too.  Tony's body began to shudder, his hand left my thigh to assist his
other hand, but his leg moved over mine in the total tension of the moment.
     I opened my eyes again.  Danny had sat up next to me and was still slowly
fondling himself and watching us.  Tony was finally going over the top... his body
now bucking up against his hand with his leg slipping back and forth over mine
as he made the final strokes.  I was continuing to do my favorite two handed
stroke.  The circumstances were very erotic to me and I could feel my balls
tighten against the base of my cock.
     Tony exploded!  After a few contortions and the spasms of his frantic
orgasm, his leg moved again over mine, finally settled, and his left hand ended up
back on my thigh as his body finally began to relax.  It was surprising to me that
I could actually feel the tension leave his body.  It was also surprising that I was
so turned on by what was happening.
     My own flood was even a big surprise.  I'd always exploded into a sock
in jail or the barracks.  This was the first time in years that I'd just let my cum
fly, and it flew far enough to even hit the wall above my head, with another gob
hitting my forehead.  I was probably a little reserved and not as noisy and
tumultuous as Danny and Tony, but I produced so much jism that it seemed to
shock the others.  
     Danny got up, found a towel nearly, dampened it, wiped off himself, and
then moved to wipe off the wall above my head... and me.  His hands didn't touch
me, but the towel did... chest, stomach, cock and balls.  Danny completely cleaned
off my body as he knelt beside me.
     He found a part of the towel that wasn't cum-filled and stepped over me
to wipe off Tony's mess, too.  Tony's hand remained on my thigh and his leg still
laid across mine.  After the cleanup we all just laid around and talked for a long
time.  Danny daringly said that he and his older brother had often "done it" to
each other.  Tony said, "cool," and agreed that someone else's touch always felt
a lot better.
     We each washed up a bit, took a leak, and ended up between two sheets
on the mattresses... Tony, Danny in the middle, and me.  Twice during the night
I awoke to find Danny cuddled tightly against me with his hardness probing my
side.  I had to admit to myself that it felt damn good to be so close to another
warm body.  I drifted off again until morning.
     Tony was out on the observation deck looking around when I got up.  He
was very bare assed, even though it was a bit cool.  He looked over the horizon
with me and showed me what he was looking for... any signs of smoke, fire, or
anything abnormal.   He said it was going to be a hot day.
     I cooked a big pot of oatmeal, we had some bananas, and then Tony heated
a bucket of water on the stove and showed us how to take a sponge bath. 
Actually, we all three participated in washing off each other, including freely
cleaning each other's cocks and balls.  I was surprised that I got so hard so fast,
and that I was the first one to respond like that.
     We rubbed the tanning lotion in to each other all over, too, and then went
about a series of chores.  If we went down to the base of the tower to do
something, every once in a while Tony would either go up and scan the horizon
himself, or send Danny or me to do it.  He wanted us to be aware of being always
on the lookout.  "If it rains we can lighten up a little, but even then it's a good
idea to look around."  He said that once, on a very stormy day, he'd seen a plane
go down.  He reported it immediately and felt he'd saved the lives of two people
since the helicopter got there quickly.
     So... that's how we lived.  Danny and Tony put on some shorts and drove
down to the basecamp that afternoon, while I stayed, looked around, thought a lot,
fondled myself and blew a load all over the observation deck.  Almost every day
one or two of us would go to the basecamp, and often it was just Tony.  
     One day, when Tony was gone, Danny told me he was sure that Tony and
big George were having sex together.  I was really surprised.  
     We'd cook and eat three really good meals every day, keep the place clean,
scan the horizon constantly, then go down to the base of the tower to play
volleyball, basketball, horseshoes, and lift weights in the little grassy clearing.
     Nights were times to talk.  Each night things seemed to get more and more
sexual.  For a few days we justed jacked off with each other.  Then, one night,
about the fifth one at the tower, Danny said we should help each other.   Tony
thought it was a great idea.  He and I jacked off Tony that night.  It was a crazy
and very shocking experience for me.  Tony's hands moved over both of us as we
were both massaging his cock and balls.  I was shocked at myself for so freely
handling another guy, but it was a huge turn-on and I had a big boner all through
the experience.
     Danny and Tony then did the same to me.  Wow!  It may have been the
most erotic experience of my life.  Twenty fingers and four hands can cause a lot
more stimulation than my own two hands.  They pumped my big cock, ran their
hands over my stomach, nipples, balls, and often went under my balls and between
my legs.  Tony often had his hand between my spread legs to finger my asshole. 
My explosion was another very big blast, and I allowed my body the privilege of
thrashing around in the ecstasy of the moment.
     After a few minutes of recuperation, Tony and I did the same to Danny.
It was almost as exciting to bring someone else off as it was to have them do it
to me.
     The days and nights seemed to blend together.  It was an idyllic life... a
little work, lots of play and exercise, good food, lotioned two or three times a day
and jacked off every night by the hands of two others.  Our relationships deepened
and we really seemed to care for each other.  
     Some nights Tony would be gone down to the basecamp.  Danny said he
was sure about he and George having sex.  One night when Tony was gone in the
jeep, I asked Danny what he thought they did together. Danny said, "Probably
everything."  We got to talking about sucking.  Danny said he didn't see anything
wrong with it.  We were naked together on the mattress at the time. "Yeah... I had
a girl that did it once.  It felt really good," I said, lying, since I'd only dreamed
about it.  "Doin' it is fun, too," Danny said.
     He demonstrated!  It was wonderful.  He licked my cockhead, fondled my
balls, and then sucked as deeply as he could.  He finally slurped up my cum like
a starved animal.  Later he said he'd done it at home with his older brother a lot. 
I was curious.  When I was doing the nightly job of stroking Danny off that night,
I finally leaned down and touched my tongue to his cockhead.  It took a long
time, but Danny said he loved it when I "experimented."  I licked his cockhead,
running my tongue lightly around the ridge as he writhed in my hands.  I was
surprised that it was so erotic to be licking his palpitating cock.  I finally got his
whole organ into my mouth without gagging and some time later received his
warm milky offering without spilling a drop.
     I almost fell off the chair the next night at supper when Danny, in a very
matter-of-fact way, told Tony what we'd done the previous night.  It was clear
that Tony thought cock-sucking was really cool.
     That's how life went for the next few days.  We ran around naked all day,
working and playing, being touchy-feely and almost overdoing the two-or-three-
times-a-day suntan lotion massages.  At night we rubbed our bodies together a lot,
body to body, hugging, jacking each other, licking, and sucking.  Each of us
sucked at least one of the others every night after that.  None of us ever just
jacked ourselves off anymore.
     An unseasonable storm came up.  It was rare for that part of the Sierra's
to get a warm tropical-type storm, but we got one.  Tony said it was ceeated by
a hurricane in Baja.  It started early on a day when Tony was going to go to the
base camp to "do some work" and pick up some supplies.  (Danny winked at me
behind Tony's back about the "work.")  Tony talked to George on the phone, and
then decided to go, even if the rain would make the rutted road down the hill a
little messy.
     Danny and I had a blast after Tony left.  We played naked in the rain, got
all messy, stood on the observation deck, soaped each other up and then let the
warm rain rinse us off.  We toweled each other dry, went to the mattresses and
then spent the rest of the day in a wonderful, stroking, licking and sucking orgy. 
We finger-probed each other's assholes in the process.  Danny talked about guys
screwing each other in the ass, but said he'd never done it, even though he'd heard
it was the greatest.  We didn't try, but everything else we did to and for each
other produced some absolutely amazing feelings.
     We woke up to more stormy weather.  Danny and I ate, cleaned up, and
then went back to bed to play until the rain stopped.  The basecamp phone rang
about mid-day.  Tony said the road from civilization to the base camp was washed
out, and he was sure the jeep wouldn't make it up to the tower until the rain
stopped.  Danny and I just stayed up in the tower as the rain poured down.  We
sucked and fondled each other for hours, hugging and holding each other's naked
bodies really tight.  We even started kissing a bit, which turned out to be a very
stimulating experience for me.
     Every few hours we'd break, exercise, go out on the deck, get wet, soap
each other up, and then let the rain shower us off.  Sometimes the rain would be
steady and we could see across the trees for maybe a mile, and then we could see
the sheets of rain coming and the storm would pound on the roof of the tower so
hard that we could hardly hear each other talk.  
     It turned out that we were caught in a record rainstorm that became slightly
famous in the West.  The next day, after devouring and swapping cum with each
other for another twenty-four hours, the storm continued.  That morning the power
went out.  About an hour later, when it didn't come back on again, we tried to
call Tony or George but the base camp phone was dead.  Tony had been gone for
more than two days, and a few of our supplies were running a little low.
     "Hey, my big cocked lover boy...  got an idea.  We've had so much sex
for two days we could use a little vacation," Danny said.  "What if we found some
old shorts, pulled on the rubber boots we got, and slid down the hill to the base
camp?  It's all down hill and we'll get muddy but the rain's warm and we can
shower.  That way George cooks and we don't need to."  Now that the power was
out it sounded like a good idea.
     So... about mid-afternoon we shut everything down, closed up the tower,
and began our journey through the warm rain down the trail.  It was all downhill,
and we slipped, slid and did get all muddy, but we made it in less than a half
hour.  When we got near the camp, Danny stopped me.  "Let's clean up the mud
and then sneak up on them."  We pulled off the wet shorts and allowed the rain
to wash our bodies again, hand wiping off the excess on each other.  Then,
wearing only the boots, we went to the camp.
     We took off the shoes and went into the main building.  The kitchen was
empty.  It was clear the base camp power was off, too.  There was nobody in the
camp office.  We finally decided to check George's room.  We didn't need to be
too sneaky, since the sound of rain on the roof was really loud.  As we were
coming around a corner, Danny stopped me.  We peaked around the wall.  About
fifteen feet away the door to George's room was open and we could see George
on the bed, his big, black muscular naked body kneeling over a bent up naked
white body beneath him.
     We watched for a while, then carefully moved closer for a better view. 
George's big, thick black cock was plowing in and out of Tony's ass, as Tony laid
on his back beneath George.  Tony's legs were up on George's shoulders and his
hands were grasping George's ass.  It looked like he was pulling hard with each
of George's inbound thrusts.  Their movements were getting more savage, the
muscles on their rock hard bodies were flexing in stunning rhythm, and we could
hear just enough sounds to know they were both totally enjoying the encounter. 

     I was behind Danny, looking over his shoulder.  His hands found my
expanding sausage and he began to stroke me as we watched.  I reached around
his body.  He was already totally hard and leaking pre-cum.
     After some fierce thrusting and a lot of shaking, it was clear that the big
gun George was poking in our boss's ass had fired everything it had.  
     As soon as they'd finished, Danny let go of me and just walked into
George's room with his hard pointer leading the way.  "Wow, what a show!" 
That's all Danny said.  I hesitated a second before I drifted in to stand next to
him.  George pulled out and stood up.  He didn't look as shocked as Tony was. 
George's magnificent black body was covered in sweat, and the major boner that
stood out from his torso was shining with grease and cum.  He took a breath, then
broke out in a grin.  "Gotta do something on a rainy day."
     For quite some time, after we'd all cleaned up and waundered naked into
the kitchen for a little snack and conversation, Tony seemed very embarrassed. 
After all, I reasoned, his two helpers had just had a close-up view of him getting
his ass plowed by something about the size of my club.  Our finding him in such
a compromising position certainly did cause a major shift in the balance of power
between us.
     Danny was very open and very inquisitive.  He asked Tony if it had hurt. 
"Well... ah..."  George then answered the question with a smile.  "The first time
with me I think it hurt him a lot, but now it's all pure joy."  That broke the ice
because now everyone knew it was a regular occurance.  Old open Danny said, 
"Sometime, maybe, I'd like to try getting it, but I'd like to try it first with
someone smaller... like maybe you, Tony."
     George walked over to a big refrigerator, looked at a thermometer, and
then said it was time to fire up the generator before anything spoiled.  We talked
about the weather, the lights came on so we knew the generator was working, and
then George returned.
     We had a lot of naked fun that afternoon together.  We played two-on-two
basketball in the heavy, warm rain.  Then we soaped each other up and let the rain
rinse us off.  After we'd gone inside and dried off, all four of us made a big meal
in George's kitchen.
     While we were eating, the discussion turned very sexual again.  We went
back to George's room for the express purpose of all of us greasing up Danny's
ass and Tony's cock.  Then, with George and me assisting, while doing a little
grab-ass with each other, Tony gave Danny a prolonged fingering and then slipped
his probe in for a lingering, wonderful, noisy, squirming, writhing, thrashing fuck.
     We were back in the warm rain to wash off and cool down when big,
black George decided he wanted to try chewing on my beef stick.  He knelt in the
mud before me, and as the rain poured down he deep throated my big appendage
and sucked every drop of my cream.  In the kitchen, after we'd knocked off the
generator and fired up some candles, Tony slurped up a full load of Danny's seed,
too.
     Needless to say, our lives drastically changed from that moment on.  Tony
was the first to invade my virgin anus in a surprisingly exciting experience up in
the tower about a week later, probably heightened by the fact that Danny was
simultaneously sucking my stem.
     Screwing added a whole new dimension to our smorgasbord of sexual
experiences.  For me, George added another.  Sometimes I would now be the one
to drive down to the basecamp for supplies and a little love and attention from the
handsome, older black man.  We cuddled, licked and sucked on our nights alone
together in his big bed.  Finally, one night, after a lot of careful preparation I
pressed my big bone fully into his incredibly tight ass.  
     George was the first to dare let me experience what planting my thick nine
inch bone was like.  Holy shit, what an experience! Anyone within a mile would
have been able to hear the amazing savagery of that unbelievable affair. 
     On my next visit, I painfully returned the favor.  After adjusting to the size
of George's huge cock, it became one of the most incredibly exciting experiences
of my life.
     Time has flown by.  Winter was one big, long, government financed orgy. 
The fire crews are supposed to return in about two weeks.  Danny and I are
scheduled to go back on the truck to be released to probation.  
     Although it's against probation rules, we've petitioned the courts to allow
us to live together, after both Tony and George wrote letters of recommendation. 
The latest word is that the probation office is going to approve the request.
     George owns a small apartment complex in a town at the bottom of the
mountain about twenty miles from the base camp.  He says he also knows how to
get us some good jobs in that area.  George usually visits the town about twice a
month, he says.  
     I guess my new life of wild ecstasy is going to continue for  quite some
time.
                          -0-

NOTE:  This is a story from a series we've called, "First Encounters of a Close
Kind."  If you like it, let me know by E-mail - b4@earthlink.net.  In the Nifty
authors section, you'll find other stories under my name... Bill Fore.  Thanks!