Date: Mon, 24 May 2010 01:22:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 24

By jarbear1974@yahoo.com.  Let me know what you think.  I answer all emails.

   I left Randy with the joy of getting acquainted with all the equipment,
supplies and tools.  I felt very satisfied with hiring him.  "He will do a
great job," I said to myself as I walked back to my office.

   I had a lot to do: financial reports to analyze, rules and procedures to
understand, and especially my job description.  I leaned on Brad to be my
right hand man.  When he was free from checking in a couple of campers, I
called him into my office.

   "You're going to have to help me understand the ways of this place: what
works and what doesn't.  I have no idea of how you do things around here.
For example, the staff: what are the rules?"

   "We really don't have any rules or job descriptions.  We just did what
the boss tells us and we do it.  He was very fair and we liked him so well,
we just wanted to please him.  I don't think we'll have any problems with
you.  Of course, you're the boss now."

   I was just about to say something when I received a phone call, "You
don't know me and I don't want to give you my name.  But I was in your
cruising woods and there was a gang hangin' out in the cabin with the sling
in it.  They're so intimidating, that everyone has been staying away.  I
thought I'd let you know because I don't want the place to close down
because of trouble.  I just thought I'd let you know."

   "Thanks!" I responded to the anonymous caller, "I really appreciate it.
Tell you what; I'll give you the code number 1974.  Come to the campground
for the weekend, give me that code number, and you can stay the weekend for
free.  OK?"

   "Fine," he said, then hung up.

   I immediately turned to Brad, "There's trouble in the woods.  Come with
me."

   We quickly walked to my trailer and discussed a plan of action while I
was putting on my jeans and t-shirt.  We then hurriedly walked to the gate
to the woods.  "Find Randy and tell him what's up and our plan."

   With that, I unlocked the gate, let myself through, and hurried down to
the cabin with the sling.  I had this tremendous nervous feeling in the pit
of my stomach.  I had no idea of what was going to happen, but this was my
campground -- my property -- and no one was going to run my investment into
the ground. The trick is not to let them know I was afraid.

   When I got to the cabin, I heard noise of rowdy talking and laughter.  I
could see the parking lot to the woods just past the cabin and noticed a
large group of motorcycles.  I counted them -- there were fifteen.  I then
took a deep breath and barged through the door.  There were guys all over
the room: standing, leaning against the wall, sitting on the floor and
lying on the floor.

   There was sudden silence.  I stood there with a firm jaw and clenched
teeth.  Calmly and with a low tone, I spoke, "I understand that people are
no longer coming to these woods because of a group that is staying in this
cabin."

   One guy slowly rose up off the floor and sauntered to me.  I could
clearly tell that this was the head honcho.  "We were just waiting for
someone to come," he said with a sneering smile, "We were trying to decide
which was better: pussy or mancunt.  We just wanted to find out who gives
better blowjobs: women or faggots.  Anything you can offer us to help us
decide?"  He then laughed and the group joined him.

   Getting a little excited with the way he talked along with him groping
his crotch, I answered, "Just how do you expect to find out here?  There's
no one else around here except for you fuckers.  So I suggest you get off
this private property or I'll call the police."

   "Listen, you son of a bitch," he said with a serious tone, "We came to
get some questions answered.  We are just waiting for someone to answer
them for us."  He eyeballed me and then raised his eyebrows.  "How about
it?  Can you answer them for us?" he asked with another sly grin, "Me and
the boys here just trying to get a little education."  Then they all stood
up, moved forward and stood behind the leader.

   "Is that all?" I asked him, without flinching a facial muscle.

   "That's all," came the reply.

   Still looking at him straight in the eyes, I then said, "Well, then,
you're asking the right person."

   Still looking at me, he said with a chuckle, "Guys, what we have been
waiting for has arrived."

   Not once taking my eyes off the leader, I stepped out of my sandals and
slipped off my shirt.  I was nervous stripping because I had never been
with a group of bikers.  I didn't know what to expect.  I only heard
stories.  Either way, I was excited and my cock was getting hard.  I
couldn't help it.  I slowly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and let them
drop to the floor.  I stood before them naked.  There were cat calls and
whistles and I was embarrassed.

   "Turn around and let's see that ass of yours."

   I turned with my back to them and then decided to be a little brazen.  I
bent over, reached back, and parted my ass cheeks.  There were more
whistles and cat calls.  I then turned around and faced the guys, still not
smiling.

   "Well now," said the leader to the group, "do you think this ass should
be fucked?"  There was a unanimous, vocal affirmation.  "Maybe we should
show him what he's in for," he then said.

   With that, all the guys unzipped their jeans and pulled their cocks out
and began stroking.  It was then that I started to smile, "Looks like I may
have to answer those questions to all you guys."  They snickered and
laughed.

   "Naked from the waist down, guys," I commanded, "I don't want any fabric
burns on my face or ass."

   It was kind of funny.  The group didn't argue, but did just what they
were told.  There they all stood naked from the waist down with their pants
lying all over the floor.

   "Well then, let's get the show on the road," as I calmly bent over and
reached into the pocket of my Levi's.  I pulled out a bottle of poppers and
a white handkerchief.

   "What's that?" the leader asked.

   "Poppers," I replied, "It loosens up my ass for all those cocks so that
you guys have a more enjoyable ride."  I wasn't about to tell them that it
was for me -- to get me sexually intense.

   "Give us some," the leader demanded.

  "Oh, you want your asses to be loosened up too?  You wanted to be fucked
as well?"

   "Not on your fuckin' life!" he retorted.

   "Well then, that's what poppers are for," I lied.  I then wrapped the
handkerchief around the bottle, opened the cap and gave myself some good
huffs.  I then tied the handkerchief on a chain above the sling.  This was
my cue to Randy and Brad who were spying through the window that everything
was going to be okay and to not call the cops.

   I crawled into the sling, raised my legs up on the chains, bound them,
and then said, "Okay, guys.  I'm ready."

   The leader gave the instructions to one of the guys to be the first to
fuck me.  He walked up to my ass, and began to finger fuck me.  After about
a minute, I got indignant and said, "Hey, are you going to fuck me with
that cock of yours or are you just going to play around?  I haven't got all
night.  There's fourteen others waiting!"

   The leader then instructed another one of his members to shove his cock
in my mouth to get me to shut up.  That guy didn't have to force his cock
in.  When he approached me, my mouth opened up eagerly to receive it.  The
gangbang was about to begin.

   As the stranger slid his cock into my ass, he grabbed the chains and
began driving his cock into me like a piston.  The guy whose cock I was
sucking had his balls resting on the bridge of my nose as he fucked my
mouth.  The rest of the gang gathered, around me watching and stroking
their cocks.

   "How does his ass feel?" the leader asked.

   "Fucking awesome!" replied the assfucker.

   "I didn't know blowjobs by a guy could feel this good!" said the mouth
fucker.

   I was pleased with what I heard because when they are satisfied, I'm
satisfied.  It makes getting fucked in both holes more fun.  I took some
more good huffs of my poppers and then relaxed to enjoy the fucking.  It
was kind of funny in a way; the bikers who wanted the satisfaction were
doing all work and I was just laying there taking it all in.  Even with the
blowjobs.  I really wasn't doing any work -- they were just taking turns
fucking my mouth.

   As they kept taking turns gangbanging me, I kept on huffing the poppers.
Everything was picking up in pace.  When they were ready to shoot up my
ass, they would shove their cocks all the way in to the base.  I felt the
loads shoot in me and I moaned in delight.  I couldn't say anything because
they kept my mouth filled with hard cock.  I swallowed hungrily every load
that was shot in my mouth.  I didn't keep track of how many times my ass or
mouth were fucked.  I didn't care -- I was just enjoying it all.

   After an hour, when the guys finally shot all their loads in me, the
leader instructed them to wait outside in the parking lot.  As all the
bikers had fucked me in one way or another, he never participated.  He had
stood away leaning against the far wall -- just watching.  When the bikers
left, he was gong to have me all to himself.

   I was still in the sling when the last biker walked out the door.  The
leader calmly sauntered to me.  I looked at him between my two raised legs.
With no expression, he calmly said, "You have pleased the guys.  They don't
know that I planned all this out for me to enjoy watching and to finally do
what I want with you."

  "What's that?" I asked, still panting from all the fucking.

   "I want to eat all those cumloads that are in your ass."

   I was surprised, "They don't know about you wanting to do this?"

   "No.  They think I'm into cunt, but I fooled them.  I'm into guys,
really."  He then moved to my face.  Looking closely at me, he said, "I
love cumloads.  I love sucking cock.  I love to eat out ass."

   And as he kept talking quietly to me, he kept moving his face closer and
closer to mine.  Finally, his lips were touching mine.  I opening my mouth
and he then slipped his tongue in.  I sucked it as I wrapped my arms around
him and pulled him closer to me.

   He pulled away and then said gently, "I've wanted to do this for a long
time, but understand, I'm the leader.  I had to do it this way."

   "I understand," I replied, "But there's one thing I want to know."

   "What's that?"

   "Why are you talking when you should be eating out my ass?"

   He laughed gently and then got on his knees in front of my ass.  With
his hands, he parted my cheeks and then pushed his face in.  He put his
lips around my asshole and somehow made a vacuum lock.  My asshole was
still wide open from all the fucking, so it was easy for him to suck the
cum out.  As he sucked on my sphincter muscle, I felt the cum flow out.

   When he stood up, I sighed with contentment.  He then came up to my face
again and as he bent over, I open my mouth to him, expecting him to kiss me
again.  But he didn't.  This time, he opened his mouth a little and all the
cumloads he sucked out flowed from his mouth into mine.  I swallowed the
large mixture gladly.

   When he was done, he just smiled at me, got back to my ass again and
slipped in his hard cock.  Then he got the sling swinging to the point that
he was not moving his hips at all, but the swinging made his cock slide in
and out of me like a piston.  All the time he looked at me and smiled.  I
smiled in return.

   When he closed his eyes and threw back his head, I knew he was shooting
his manseed into me.  My sphincter muscle gripped his cock and milked out
the last drops of his semen.  When he was finished, he pulled his cock out.
He put it back in his jeans and then zipped up.

   He smiled again at me and said, "Any time you are in the mood to get
gangbanged, just come on over to the next county.  We hang out at the Dog
Bone Tavern.  I'm sure we can do it all for you again.

   I gave him a weak smile and said thanks.  He walked out and I fell
asleep -- right there in the sling.  I was too weak to get out of it.  I
was totally exhausted.

   I don't know how long I was there, but I was being roused awake. It was
Randy and Brad.  They had look of concern on their faces.

   "My god, all you all right?  What did they do to you?" asked Randy as
they helped me out of the sling.

   All I could say was, "They gangbanged me."

   "Let's get you back to the trailer, then we'll talk." said Brad as he
wrapped my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my waist.  Randy did
the same on the other side of me.  They provided the strength I needed to
get back to the trailer.  They had me lie on my stomach so they could
examine my ass.

   "Wow!" said Randy, "That asshole is really open!  How many guys were
there?"

   "Fifteen"

   "My god," said Brad, "you want us to call the police and report this?
You were brutally raped!"

   "No, don't," I replied, "You know my favorite saying, `You can't rape
the willing.'"  I then looked at them and smiled.

   Randy laughed, "How many cumloads are in there?"

   "Only one.  The head guy sucked out the cumloads and then snowballed it
into my mouth.  The loads tasted great!  But he did fuck me before he left
and put his load in me."

   Brad licked his lips, "Mind if I have it?"

   "Only if Randy adds his to it first."

   As Randy crawled on top of my ass stroking his cock, he said, "Buddy,
you've got it."  He slipped his cock in me and as his black tool filled my
insides, I could help but smile to myself.

   Brad asked, "Since your asshole is so big, can I slide my cock in there
too?"

   "Sure.  Why not?" I said as I shifted myself to accommodate both cocks.
Two cocks rubbing against each other in my ass -- the feeling was
overwhelming.

  It wasn't long before both loads were shot in me.  Randy helped me in my
weakness position my ass over Brad's face.  He reached up, parted my cheeks
and opened his mouth to receive the three loads.

   When we were done.  They tucked me into bed.  As they were turning out
the lights for me to rest, I called out, "Randy, would you sleep with me?
I want your friendship wrapped around me right now."

   "Sure, buddy," was the reply and he crawled into bed with me.  He
spooned himself against my back and draped his arm over me.  He kissed the
back of my neck and whispered, "I sure like sleeping with the boss!"