Date: Mon, 16 May 2011 09:15:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 43

By jarbear1974@yahoo.com. Write me and let me know what you think. I answer
all emails. Also, I have a layout of the campground as I see it when I
write the chapters. If you would like one to go along with the chapters as
you read them, just ask and I'll email you a copy.  Characters & events
that are referred to in previous chapters will have the chapter number in
parenthesis.

As the crew members and I were heading for my trailer for supper, I heard
young Tim (ch20.39.42) call out to me.  I stopped and turned around.  As
Tim was walking towards me I told the crew to go on to my trailer.  Giving
them my lot number, I told them to wait and I would be there in a minute.

When Tim got to me, he stood there for a minute acting a little awkward,
little afraid to talk to me.  "What do you want?" I asked.

"Well," Tim paused again, "I am so glad you took me in that night when I
was abandoned.  I don't know what I would have done.  I appreciate all that
you and Brad have done for me."

"Brad?" I asked, "What did he do?"

"He's been letting me stay in his trailer.  "He's been feeding me and we've
had talks and he's been listening to me.  We've become real close buddies.
But there's a problem."

"What's that?"

"I don't have any money.  I don't have a job and I feel like I'm taking
advantage of Brad and his hospitality.  I need a job and prove that I can
do something and carry my own weight around here.  Do you have any job
openings?  I'll work real hard and prove myself."

I looked steadily into his eyes and pondered for a moment.  Then I began
smiling, "Tim, my friend, it just so happens that I do have a job opening.
It's a humble job, but if you prove yourself, I promise you that I'll give
you bigger and better responsibilities later.  Are you interested?"

I could tell that Tim was excited.  "I'll do anything!  I don't care.
You'll be proud of me.  You'll see!"

"Come to my office in the morning and we'll talk.  OK?"

"Sure, boss!"  He began to turn to walk away when he stopped, "Hey let me
help you fix supper for the guys.  I know you need some help.  Can I?"

"Sure!  I like the way you anticipate needs around here.  Take initiative
around here and I won't have to worry about you."

When we got to my trailer, the crew was seated at the picnic table calmly
waiting for me.  Tim then spoke softly, "If you don't mind, why don't I
just go in, see what I can find to fix for supper and you just stay out
here and entertain the guys?"

"Sounds good to me.  Just go in and help yourself to whatever you can
find."

As Tim hopped in the trailer, I sat down at the picnic table with the guys,
"Well, fellas, what do you think of your first day here?"

"What do you mean – work or play?"

"Both."

"We think it's great in both departments. When the other crew told us about
this place, we didn't imagine it would be like this.  Workin' hard all day,
then getting' our rewards with plenty of sex, how can it get any better
than this?"

"Glad you like it," I replied, "I'm going to have to give your boss a call
in the morning.  There's been several changes and as a result, as soon as
the two cottages are built, we need to get a bunkhouse built.  You guys
can't just stay in tents all this time."

"Why this all of a sudden?"

"Well, I just hired Tim to do the janitorial work.  I hired Frank to help
Randy with the grounds and maintenance.  I hired Travis to be the
accountant in overseeing this business.  I hired Kevin to run the store and
canteen.  So we need to build a building for the store and canteen, another
Katrina cottage for Kevin and Travis and future Katrina cottages for those
who want to buy a more permanent place here.  We've got some major
expansion going on here."

One of the guys spoke up, "That's great.  We are here for ya.  We'll do all
we can as far as construction in getting it done for you."

"Thanks.  I appreciate that."  We discussed the future of the campground
and I shared some of my ideas and goals as well as the journalist coming
Friday for the write-up for the magazine."(ch33) I decided to check on how
Tim was doing.  So as I got up and headed towards the trailer, I spoke,
"You guys want a beer?"

"Sure!  Thanks!"

Stepping in the trailer, I saw Tim working furiously getting supper fixed.
"How's it going, my friend?"

"I think I'm getting it together OK."

I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him.  We took a moment for a
long French kiss.  Gently cupping his ass cheeks in my hands, I asked,
"How's your ass feeling with all that fucking you got?"

"My ass sure is sore, but I'm feeling great. Again, thanks for hiring me,
you won't be sorry you did."

"I know.  Has Brad filled you in with what all goes on here with the
staff?"

"Are you talking about the staff putting on sex shows, blowing the delivery
guys in the receiving building, and having sex with the campers?"

"Yes.  But I want you to understand that this is not expected of you
because you are part of staff.  The staff does all that because they want
to – they enjoy it.  We'll talk about it more tomorrow.  Right now,
let's get these guys fed.  I'm getting them their beers."

I stepped out of the trailer and glanced towards the picnic table.  I was
taken aback.  The crew guys were kneeling on the benches of the picnic
table, leaning over the table – two on either side.  Four campers had
appeared and were fucking the construction guys in the ass.  The guys were
holding hands with the guys across the table from them for stability as
their asses were being pummelled.

Walking towards them, I spoke up, "Can't leave you guys for a moment before
you're off sexing again!"  We all laughed as I handed them their beers.
Mind you, the fucking continued as we conversed.

"Yeah, our one friend here who was fucked during lunch told us it felt so
great that we had to try it out for ourselves.  These campers here were
happy to oblige us."

"Well, then, what you think about having a cock up your ass?"

"Wow!  It feels so great!  We thought we were just tops.  But now you can
label us as `versatile'."

I handed them their beers and they drank as the campers were building up
tension, signaling that they were about to shoot.  I just stood there
holding my beer, taking a swig once in a while, watching them.

The campers then grabbed the hips of the construction guys and jammed their
cocks in one final time when they shot, yelling in orgasmic delight.  They
panted for a moment before they finally pulled their cocks out.  They
thanked each other for the fuck and the campers walked off.

I then got an idea.  "Hey guys, mind if I try something new?  I wonder what
beer and cum mixed tastes like?"

"Might as well try it out.  Our asses are still here and waiting."

I walked up to the first guy, slid the neck of my bottle into his ass a
little ways, then poured some of the beer in.  I got on my knees, parted
his cheeks and pressed my mouth against his hole.  I easily sucked out the
mixture and swallowed it.

When I stood up, the guy I just ate out spoke, "Well, what do you think?"

I pondered for a moment, then said with a smirk, "I don't know, I'll have
to try it again."  I then went to the second guy and did the same thing.

I stood up, they asked again, and again with a chuckle, I gave the same
answer.  So I went to the third – same thing.  This time, we were
laughing as I went to the fourth.  When I was done drinking the beer/cum
mixture out of his ass, one guy spoke up. "OK, now what is your verdict?"

"Wel-l-l, it's really a matter of personal opinion.  It was ok.  I did it
to do something different, but I'm not hooked on it.  You guys will just
have to find out for yourselves."

Tim then appeared with supper and set it on the table as the crew sat down
on the benches.  They ate ravenously.  We continued talking when Randy and
Frank appeared.  While the crew was finishing supper, I got out enough lawn
chairs for all of us and put them around the campfire which Randy started.
We sat down and made ourselves comfortable and it wasn't long before the
crew joined us.

When there was a pause in the conversation, I spoke up, "Tim, we don't know
much about you.  Tell us something about yourself."

Tim turned red and became shy for a moment, "I don't know what to tell
you."

"Tell us what you want us to know -- that's all."

"Well, I didn't have a good family life at all, so I took off from home as
soon as I could.  I went to New York City and found out I was a pretty good
dancer."

"You were on Broadway?"

"No, not that good.  I was popular as a stripper at a gay bar.  I drew
pretty good crowds, if I say so myself."

"You know, why don't you let us be the judge of that?  I'll get my boombox
and we'll get some music going and see what you can do."

"Well, I'm use to being on stage, not dancing on the ground."

"We can take care of that.  Guys, gather up your chairs while I get the
boombox.  Let's go to the pavilion (ch10&20)in the cruising woods and see
the show there.  We'll give those guys outside this campground a taste of
what they're missing here. You game, Tim?"

"Why the hell not?" he replied laughing.

So we all gathered everything up we needed and headed for the gate behind
the barn. As we were walking there, one of the crew guys asked me, "What's
this 'cruising woods'?"

"It's a woods where guys from the outside can come and cruise for sex.
It's sort of free advertising for us as well as a free service.  Cruising
is illegal in public areas, so they come here and they won't get in
trouble.  Also, campers can use it as well and they tell the cruisers about
the campground.  Then the cruisers will want to come here camping.

"Sounds like a perfect setup," he responded, "But do you have elctricity
out there for lighting and the boombox?"

"Well, not yet," I answered, "But my boombox has got fresh batteries and
the moon is full and its light is bright.  I'm hoping that would be good
enough."

As we were walking the trail to the pavilion, we passed several cruisers.
We definitely got their attention as we were all naked and they weren't.
Every guy we passed, I informed them that there was going to be show in the
pavilion in a minute if they wanedt to watch.  Several turned around and
went with us.

When we got there, I set up the boombox and was just about to start when
Tim spoke, "Oh my gosh, I forgot to get dressed!  Half the show is on the
stripping."

One of the cruisers spoke up, "Here, put my clothes on.  We're about the
same size."  He then proceeded to take off his clothes as the rest of the
group watched him.

I spoke up, "Boy! You're not shy."

"Well, fuck, guys!" He answered, "Why be shy?  Half here are naked and we
are all here for the same reason."

Quickly, Tim put on the cruiser's clothes while we set up our chairs facing
the pavilion.  When all was ready, Tim said, "Hit it!" and I hit the play
button.  As the music blared, Tim quickly got into the mood and began his
routine as if it was totally natural for him.  The cruisers throughout the
woods seemed to all gravitate to the music coming from the pavilion and
stood transfixed at what was before their eyes.

As Tim seductively began removing his clothes, he looked at different guys
in the audience as if he were going to pick them out.  He first unzipped
his pants without unbuckling and pulled out his now hard cock.  As he
continued to gyrate to the music, he began to stroke to the rhythm.  After
he pulled out his ball sack, he put his hands on top of his head and
continued to dance -- his cock and balls bouncing.

Tim then reached down and unbuckled his pants and as he danced, they
naturally slid down his legs now exposing his crotch.  He turned his back
to the audience as he continued and then bent over and parted his ass
cheeks, continuing with the rhythm of the music.  He then slid a finger
into his hole and fucked himself with it.  The audience (and I as well)
were mesmerized.

He turned around to face the audience and in his continuing dance routine,
he stepped out of his slacks and unbuttoned his shirt.  There's something
about a guy wearing nothing but a shirt that is such a turn on for me.  His
show was so mesmerizing that I didn't realize that my cock was hard and I
was stroking it.

Continuing to dance, he stepped down off the pavilion floor, then sat on
the edge of it.  He then leaned back until he was lying on the floor.
Moving his legs to the rhythm, he lifted them up in the air, reached down
and parted his ass cheeks, exposing his hole to all who were watching.
From where I was sitting, I could see that his sphincter was even winking
to the rhythm.

He raised his head and looked between his legs straight at me.  He smiled,
winked at me and jerked his head, indicating for me to join him.  I
hesitated, I'm not a show dancer.  I pretended not to catch on, until one
of the crew members sitting next to me spoke out of the side of his mouth,
"Bob, I think he wants you to join him."

"I can't, I'm not good dancing in front of people."

"Oh fuck, Bob!  He doesn't want to you dance with him.  He want you to take
his ass.  Go ahead.  Do what you do so well!"

So I got up and awkwardly sauntered to him.  His legs were still up in the
air, showing of his luscious pink asshole.  I sqatted down and pushed my
face in and kissed that sweet, pink rosebud.  I looked at it and it winked
at me.  I looked up to Tim -- he looked back as me smiling. Then I stuck my
face in his ass again, working my tongue up and down his crack stopping
once in a while to tongue fuck his hole.  The audience was cheering me on
with wolf whistles and dirty words.  This got me all the more into rimmiing
Tim's ass.

As I continued, I reached my hands behind me and made the motion for the
audience to join me.  I couldn't hear sound of movement because the blaring
of the music, but it wasn't long before I sensed that guys were gathering
around me.  I heard one guy close to me say, "Aw fuck!  I gotta get these
clothes off.  I'm so fuckin horny, I can't stand it." Using my peripheral
vision, I saw the guy hastily get out of his clothes and drop them in a
pile where he was standing.  He gave a fews jerks of his cock, then stepped
up on the pavilion stage.  "Come on, guys!" I heard him yell, "Get the fuck
out of your clothes and let's get it on!"

I pulled back from Tim's ass for a moment to watch all the cruisers strip
out of their clothes and then move in together.  There must have been about
twenty of us doing anything and everything with each other: rimming,
fucking, sucking, kissing, jerking, fingering.  It was all happening at the
same time.  With only the full moon giving its light, the scene looked
mysterious, seductive and hot all at the same time.

I decided to get on the pavilion stage and when I did, I noticed a cruiser
take my place at Tim's ass and began to rim furiously. I grabbed some of
the cruisers' clothes and spread them on the floor.  I got on all fours and
yelled, "Come on, guys!  I want my ass and mouth fucked at the same time!
Give me your fuckin' cum loads!  I want them all!"

"Well, bitch," I heard one guy say, "If you want it, you're going to get
it."

I didn't look to see who was who.  I just wanted to suck cock and get my
ass fucked good.  And they did.  My ass wasn't empty of cock for more than
30 seconds before another cock slid in.  The same way was with my mouth.
And they filled me with their loads.  They wanted a victim for their sex
and I was him.  Of course, I couldn't ever be a victim.  A victim is one
who is not willing.  Remember my favorite saying?  You can never rape the
willing!

After an hour, the guys started pulling away and leaving.  They were
getting exhausted with the intense sex of the group.  Soon our group was
the only one left: the four crew guys, Tim, Randy, Frank and me.  We laid
there for a moment panting, just looking at each other and smiling.  One of
the crew members had a cum load splattered all over his face.  Tim's ass
was sore.  I could tell because he was reaching down between his legs,
massaging it for comfort.

"Well guys," I said still panting, "I think we better head back.  Tim, you
sure know how to dance!  You've got a real gift there!"

As we stood and started for the gate, Tim replied, "Well, I've had a couple
of good teachers in New York.  Maybe once in a while I'll put on a special
show at the campground.  That should draw some good business.  I know of
friends who will come from New York City to watch -- more business for
you."

A crew member spoke up, "This is one fuckin' awesom place!"  Then speaking
to the rest of the construction crew, he continued, "Guys we know other
guys who like a lot of man-to-man sex like this.  We need to tell them
about it.  We don't want this place to close because of lack of customers."

I only smiled.