Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 09:07:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 65

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.  I keep an outline of
the chapters & list of characters as I go to use as reference so I don't
get mixed up.  If you'd like an outline, let me know.  After every five
chapters, I would recommend you ask for an updated outline as I add to it
after every chapter.


Three weeks have passed and the bunkhouse and canteen/store were just
completed.  The construction crew was not yet finished with Brad's cottage,
but they were making progress.  The bikers' weekend was coming up in two
weekends and there was a lot to get done in preparation.

Today is Thursday.  The equipment and furniture for the canteen/store were
to arrive this morning and I worked in my office until their arrival.  I
was excited to get this business set up and going for the campers.  I had
met with Kevin who was employed to run the store.  We worked on the design
of the building to make it handicap accessible since he was a quadraplegic.
The more I worked with him, the more I was convinced that he was very
capable for the job.  He was proving himself very well.

Then the buzzer in the office rang, indicating that there was a delivery in
the back. I quickly went through the back door, went through the door into
the service/delivery building, and put on the jump suit hanging on the peg.
When I walked into there main area, there were two men standing there
waiting for me.  One was holding a clipboard.

Once they saw me, the one holding the clipboard immediately spoke, "We've
got the furniture and equipment for a store.  Have we come to the right
place?"

"Yes, you have.  We have just completed building it and you've got our
order for the equipment and furniture."

"Great.  Where do you want it?"

"Well," I said hesitatingly, "I'm going to be up front with you.  This is a
gay nude campground and the building is in the main area of the grounds.  I
just wanted to let you know that there are naked men walking around and
some activity may be going on.  It's your decision.  You can unload it all
here and the staff and I will take care of it, or you can drive into the
grounds and unload it into the new building."

They looked at me, then at each other, then back at me.  "Well-l-l-l," one
said hesitatingly.

"Tell you what," I interrupted, " I'll give you a choice.  If it's easier
for you to unload it all here, fine.  Go ahead.  We can take care of it.
But if you deliver it to the new building and unload it there I'll give you
both a good tip.  But let me remind you, there will be nude guys walking
around and possibly some gay activity.  Which do you feel more comfortable
doing?"

The two men stared at me for a moment, then at each other, then one spoke:
"Is it okay with you if we step out for a moment and talk about it and then
let you know our decision?"

"Fine.  I'll wait here."

They stepped outside and it wasn't but a couple of minutes before they
returned.  "We could use the tip.  We'll deliver it and unload it in the
new building.  But you gotta promise that those naked guys won't make a
move on us."

"No problem.  Drive around and I'll meet you at the entrance and show you
where to go."

I went to the back door, took off the jump suit and hung it back up on the
peg.  I then cut through the registration building.  I was waiting for them
at the entrance when they approached and pointed to the new building which
was almost across the drive from the registry building.  They slowly pulled
through and to the front of the building.  As they drove by me towards the
new canteen building, the driver got a good look at my nakedness.  I
pretended not to notice and followed them.  The truck then backed up to the
front door.  The men hopped out, walked around to the back and opened up
the back trailer doors.

"I'm really excited about this," I confessed to them, "I sure hope this
store helps the business," extending my hand out to one of them, I
continued, "By the way, I'm Bob.  I own and run this place."

"I'm Stan," he said, reaching his hand out to me and shaking it.  At the
same time, he glanced down at my cock.  Pointing to the other man he
continued, "He's Paul.  We're subcontracted under the company to make these
deliveries and setups.  Paul and I are our own company.  Well, we better
get to work.  If we keep busy, we should get everything unloaded,
assembled, setup and going in a couple of days."

"Well, I'll leave you to your work.  I'll come back and after a while and
see if you need more help and I'll have a couple of sodas for you."  I then
headed back to the office.  But then I stopped and thought, "I wonder how
the guys will handle working in this setting."  So I decided to keep myself
hidden and watch what they do.  Who knows, I might have to intervene in a
tough situation.

Paul and Stan seemed to be busy at their work as they unloaded the truck.
Then some campers walked by and the two workers notice them.  They paused
to watch them as they passed.  When the campers turned and looked back at
them after they had passed, Paul and Stan stared back briefly, then went
back to work and unloaded a piece of furniture and took it into the
building.  When Stan walked back to the truck, there was a noticeable bulge
in his pants.

"Hmmm," I thought to myself, "That guy is letting onto something."  He took
another piece of funiture into the building and then Paul walked out.  He
briefly looked right and left, then adjusted his crotch.  "Methinks that
he's kind of excited too," I again thought to myself.  Then I had a plan.
When a couple of campers walked by, I whispered out a call to them.  They
saw me and walked over to where I was.

"I need to you help me out on a plan," I told them, "See those two guys
working over there?  I think they kinda like guys and I need to find out
for sure."  Pointing to a visible picnic table, I instructed them to go
over and start sexually making out.  I wanted to see how Paul and Stan
would react.  I instructed them to pretend as if the guys weren't there and
weren't watching them.  They agreed heartily to do it.

They walked casually to the picnic table with their arms around each
others' waist.  They sat on the picnic table bench faced away from the
workers and started casually kissing.  When the workers came out to the
truck to get another load, they noticed the two campers, got a good look at
them, but then continued their work.  One camper then sat on top of the
picnic table and the other camper sat on the bench between the first's legs
and began blowing him.  The workers came out, got another good look at them
and resumed their work. Then the campers got more intense by both getting
on top of the table and doing a 69.  Paul came out alone this time, saw
them and stopped.  He stared at them for a moment and reached down and
groped his crotch.  He walked into the trailer, got a chair and as he
carried it into the building, he watched them again as he walked by.

Stan came out and saw them.  He stopped momentarily and licked his lips as
he watched.  Then he went in the trailer and got a chair and didn't look at
them when he entered the building.  I got the feeling that not enough
progress was being made.  The two campers by then had shot their loads into
each other's mouths and were finished with their show.  I had to come up
with another plan.

I decided to go back to my office and get some work done and Brad was doing
his work when I entered the building.  I asked Brad to get on the speaker
and call for Randy, Tim and Frank to come to the office.  A few minutes
later all three arrived and I invited them, including Brad into my office.
"We need to brainstorm and I need some ideas from you guys.  The furniture
and equipment for the canteen/store has arrived and two guys are unloading
them.  I'm trying to see if they are interested in guys, but having no
luck.  I think they are because I had two campers put on a show in front of
them, but all they did was watch a little and grab their crotches.

"How long are they going to be here?" asked Randy.

"They say that they have two days' work at least."

"Where are they going to spend the night?"

"I don't know.  I didn't ask them."

"Why don't you offer your trailer?  The construction crew has moved into
the bunkhouse now that it's finished.  They can save money by not staying
in a motel.  Then tell them that the trailer shower doesn't work and that
they'll have to use the shower in the barn.  Then why don't we be visible
in separate spots with campers doing our thing and see what happens from
there?"

"Sounds like a good idea.  I'll approach them when it's their break time."

"Anything we can do?" asked Frank.

"Act natural -- only be visible about it in front of them."  They all
laughed.

When I felt like it was break time I approached the pair.  "Hey guys, where
are you going to spend the night?"

"Coming here we saw a motel about 15 minutes from here," said Paul.  "We
thought we'd check in there."

"I've got my camper trailer you can stay in.  It's really nice and you can
save youself the money by staying there.  I won't charge you anything.
Interested?"

Paul and Stan looked at each other and Stan spoke, "Sure, why not?"

"The only problem is that the shower in the trailer doesn't work and you'll
have to use the shower in the barn if that's okay with you."

"Where is the shower in the barn?"

"Well, are you about to take your break?  I can show it to you now."

"We can use a break," said Paul, putting down his tools, "Whaddaya say
Stan, wanna see the place?"

"Might as well if we're going to be here a couple of days," Stan replied.

"OK.  Follow me," I said as I began walking towards the barn, "I'll take
you right to the showers."

They quickly caught up with me by the time I got to the barn so that we
walked in together.  I wanted to be able to see their reactions to the
different scenes on the way to the showers.

We first passed by the hot tub.  There were a few guys sitting in it and
relaxing, but no action.  They called out and waved to me and I waved back
as they resumed their normal conversation.  I then lead them under the left
loft to the different stalls.  The showers were at the end of the hall so I
slowed my walking pace to give Paul and Stan an little more time to look
into the different stalls.

We first passed by the workout room.  There were only two guys there, but
they were going at it.  One was at the benchpress laid back on the bench.
The other was straddled over him with his ass on the face of the first.  It
was obvious he was getting a rim job and it was obvious that he was
enjoying it for he was moaning out loud.  Paul and Stan stopped to gawk at
what they saw.  I stopped with them and said nothing.

They didn't say anything, but Stan instinctively reached for his crotch and
gave it an adjustment.  Paul was licking his lips.  "Ahem!" I said,
interrupting their concentration.  "I was showing you the showers?" I asked
as I nodded toward the end of the hall.

"Oh, yeah," Paul said.  "What the fuck was that about?" he asked nodding
towards the guys on the benchpress.

"Oh, a guy getting a rim job," I said nonchalantly, "There are some guys
who enjoy getting their asses tongued and eaten out, ya know."

"Well," said Stan, clearing his throat, "I didn't know."

"That's part of the gay life here.  Shall we move on?"  I then began moving
on down the hall.  We passed the sling room and Paul and Stan had to stop
again.  There was a camper in a sling with his legs raised and hooked on
the chains.  One camper was fucking his ass furiously while another was
fucking his mouth just about as hard.

"Oh fuck," said Paul in amazement, "Will ya look at that!"

"What's the matter?" I asked, turning back to them.

"I never seen anything like that before."

"Well, you learn a lot, then, coming to a place like this.  Come on.  I'll
show you the shower."  We then picked up the pace and entered into the
shower room.  One shower spicket was on and two campers were under it.  One
was on his knees in front of the other, sucking his cock furiously and
deep.  It was obvious that the suckee was about to blow.  So I didn't say
anything and just stood there.  I didn't want to interrupt Paul and Stan's
staring at the scene.

As the blowjob pace picked up, the camper standing took hold of the
sucker's head in his hand and then began to plow his cock deeper.  As the
mouth fucking continued, the camper on his knees reached aroun the camper
standing and gripped his ass cheeks for better leverage.  When the standing
camper began the loud groaning, the sucker pulled off his cock a short
distance and opened his mouth wide with his tongue hanging out.

The one standing then gripped his cock, aimed, and perfectly shot his loads
of cum into the open mouth.  When he was done shooting, he immediately got
down on his knees and the sucker then stood up.  The one now on his knees
looked up and opened his mouth wide.  The sucker then slowly let the
cumload drool out of his mouth into the open waiting mouth.  As soon as it
was in the kneeler's mouth, the one standing kissed him long and deep.

"Wow!" said Stan under his breath, "That looks fuckin' hot!"

"Oh, you like what you see?" I responded, acting surprised.

"Yeah, no, well, uh, I don't know.  I've never done anything like that
before.  How would I know?"

"It looks like fun," said Paul, trying to act nonchalant.

"Well," I replied, "You now know where the showers are.  We've got a couple
of minute left before your break is over.  Want me to show you the rest of
the barn?"

"Sure, if you don't mind."

I decided to take them right up to the far barn loft to the orgy and
gloryhole areas.  I figured it was time to set the trap.  They followed me
out of the lower loft and up the ladder.  Stan was following right after me
and part way up the ladder, I glanced behind me and caught Stan staring at
my ass.  "This is going to be good," I thought to myself.  I decided to
take them to the gloryholes first.  Once we got to the area, I asked, "You
guys ever got blowjobs through a gloryhole?"

"Sure, I've had some great blowjobs," confessed Paul, "I go to the adult
bookstore and get girls to suck me off when they're in the next booth."

"Are you absolutely sure it's girls on the other side of the wall giving
you those great blowjobs?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure."

"Guys give great blowjobs because they how a cock should feel.  Girls don't
know because they don't have cocks.  In fact, why don't you stick your cock
through that hole and I'll find someone to suck you off and then you tell
me if it was like what you had before."

"Sure!" said Paul.

As he began unzipping, Stan spoke up, "Find someone for me, too.  I want to
find out for myself."  Stan then started unzipping as well.

"Just give me a couple of minutes, and I'll have a couple of willing guys
for you," I said as I walked off.

As I walked around the wall, I saw shy Tim cleaning up an area of the loft.
I motioned him towards me and led him to the two gloryholes where the cocks
were sticking through.  "Let's have a contest," I whispered to him, "You
suck one cock and I'll suck the other and see who swallows a cumload
first."

"You're on," said Tim excitedly.

We each took a stool and sat before our respective cocks.  I didn't know
whether I had Stan's or Paul's cock.  It didn't matter, I was just in the
mood to suck some new cock.  I was also determined to win these guys over
if they were closeted gays as I thought they were.

I decided to concentrate fully on the cock in front of me in order to win
the challenge.  The cock was hanging through the hole limp, so I began
licking it with my wet tongue to get it excited and rising.  Sure enough,
it began to grow.  Once erect, I wet my lips and slipped them over the hard
shaft and began sucking.  As I deepthroated it, I expertly massaged the
underside of the cock with my tongue.

As I continued to suck with the best of my ability (I'm always determined
to win a cocksucking contest), I heard gasps and moans from the other side
of the wall.  And it wasn't just one voice I heard either.  From what I
heard, I could tell they were both enjoying it.  So by the sound of things,
I could tell that Tim was determined to win the challenge.  So I decided to
pick up the pace.

I sucked harder and faster as I began to gently massage the balls hanging
low in the sack.  As I pulled off to get a quick breather, I glance over at
Tim.  As he was sucking fast and furious, his saliva was coming out of his
mouth and drooling off his chin.  "He's pretty good," I thought to myself,
"I better get crackin'!"  So plunged backk onto the cock in front of me.

After a few more deepthroat/massage technniques, I heard loud grunting from
the other side of the wall.  Then I felt several spurts of cum shoot in my
mouth.  I held my mouth over the cock still until it was done shooting, not
swallowing the load.  I wanted to show Tim my winnings.

When he was done, I turned to Tim.  I gave the smile of victory as I opened
my mouth to show him my prize.  He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then
opened his mouth to me, showing me his prize as well.  It looks like a tie!
We smiled as we leaned to each other and french kissed deeply, exchanging
our louds and swallowing them.

When we were done, I whispered to Tim, "Gotta get back to those guys.
Thanks for helping me out!"  I got up and hopped around the wall to the
other side.  Stan and Paul were just zipping up as I approached them.  "Did
a couple of guys satisfy you?" I asked, "I got called out on a quick
maintenance problem."

"You're right," Paul spoke up, "Guys are better cocksuckers than gals.  I
don't think I ever shot so much load in a mouth before.  I hope he liked
getting it as much as I did giving it."

"I'm sure he did," I replied, "I think you guys better get back to work or
else it's going to take you longer than two days to get done."

"Would that be so bad?" Stan replied with a smirk as he walked by me.