Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:32:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 79

Chapter 79

NOTE: I just finished a new layout of the campground.  Also, the list of
characters and the list of chapter plots are all updated.  If you want any
of these, just email me. I do all this for myeself to keep everything
sorted out.  Written by jarbear1974@yahoo.com

After that great "Cycle suck", I decided to head to the beach for a quick
cooling off.  Lying on that cycle gas tank under the sun (while sucking off
the cyclist) can get one pretty warmed up.  I didn't realize until I was
walking through the grounds to the beach how crowded the campground was.
"This cyclist weekend is definitely an annual event," I thought to myself.

It pleased me to see that there was so much "sexuosity" going on. (Is there
such a word?  I meant "sexual activity".) It's nice to know that most of
the campers here were uninhibited.  Everyone was free to do what they
wanted where they wanted (except, of course, in the canteen –Board of
Health restrictions, you know).  That reminded me – I had better stop in
the canteen/store to see how things were coming along.  This was the first
weekend that it was open.

The minute I walked in the door, I knew that business was good.  The
canteen was almost full of naked guys sitting around eating and drinking.
Everyone seemed to act casual – as if they had been there many times –
like a hangout, I guess.  I walked into the store and there was Travis and
Kevin hard at work.

"How's the business going?" I asked.

"This first weekend is great," replied Kevin, "Of course, this being
biker's weekend is a big help."

"Is everyone acting decent in the canteen?"

"No problems at all," replied Travis, "Of course, we put up a big sign for
everyone to see.  Go look at it."

So I walked back in the canteen to look for the sign.  It was plainly
visible for all to see:

GUYS WHO ENJOY SPENDING TIME AT THIS CAMP;
TRAVEL FROM BOTH FAR AND NEAR.
BUT WE WANT YOU TO KNOW:
YOU CAN FUCK, YOU CAN BLOW
ANYWHERE ON THE GROUNDS - BUT NOT HERE!

I went back to them laughing, "Good sign!  They should get the hint.  What
about this store?"

"Wel-l-l," replied Kevin hesitatingly, "we don't allow anyone behind the
counter, but we are not so strict in the store. We do want them to enjoy
themselves while shopping in here.  Besides, they're all naked – how
much can they shoplift?"

I walked around the store, admiring the merchandise and the neatness of the
store.  The bottles of the various brands of poppers were neatly arranged
in the display case along with the cock rings, leather collars,bracelets
and dildoes.  There were racks of leather vests and chaps as well as rim
seats (some assembly required) There was a wide variety of gay pride items
as well.  Just about anything was available for any type of fun.

There were several campers looking around and I happened to overhear a
camper at the display case inquiring about a bottle of lube.  As Travis was
telling him about the product, the camper acted hesitant, "I don't know.
I've been fucked only once and I know I need a good lube.  But I don't know
if this is the one."

"We have free samples," Travis replied, "You can try it out and find out
for yourself."

"Well," the camper replied, still unsure.

I immediately spoke up, "If you don't mind, we can try it out right here –
right now.  I'll put it onyou, if you don't mind and I'll just slip my cock
in and we'll see how you like it."

The camper paused for a moment, looking at me.  A wide grin spread across
his face, "Sure!  Why not!"

Travis handed the sample to me as the camper leaned over the counter.  I
squirted a dollop in my hand and then gently spread it up and down his ass
crack, giving special attention to his asshole.  I gently inserted a
finger, and then another.  When I slipped a third finger in, I heard the
camper moan with satisfaction.  While I was doing that, I was stroking my
cock with my free hand – getting hard for a good fuck.

The camper bent over a little further and spread his legs a little further
apart, indicating to me that he was ready for my cock.  By then, the
campers in the store were crowding around to watch.  "I've wondered if that
lube was any good," spoke up a camper.

As I gripped my cock and aimed it for the hole, I replied, "Well, you're
going to find out now."

I gently gave it a push and my cock easily slid in.  I took hold of the
camper's hips for leverage and began to fuck him.  My cock sliding in and
out of his ass was working like a well-oiled piston.  The warm moistness of
his asshole stimulated my cock as it slid in and out.

"Aw fuck!" the camper gasped, "That lube is great!"

"Glad you like it," I said as I pulled my cock out and stepped back.

The camper cried out, "Hey!  Don't stop there!.  Keep fucking me!"

"Well let's see how many cocks one dollop of lube can handle."  I then
turned to the audience, "Any of you guys want to join in and find out?"
They all readily volunteered.

So there we were – at the checkout counter with a camper trying out a
fuck lube by getting gangbanged.  AsI stood there watching the six shoppers
fuck the camper I overheard their talking.

"Oh fuck, this lube is great, I'm definitely going to buy a bottle."

"Isn't this great!  We can try out the product right here in the store."

"Yeah, that's what makes this campground so great – we can just be our
natural, sexual selves."

As they were finishing their rotations fucking him, they each dumped a load
in his ass.  When they finished, three of the six fuckers each bought a
bottle of the lube.  And while they were doing that, I just had to get down
on my knees and eat the loads out of the camper's ass.  The lube had a
special flavor to it adding to the lusciousness of the loads.

When I felt sure that I had sucked out and swallowed all the loads from his
hole, I stood up.  "Well, what do you think of the lube?" I asked the
freshly fucked camper.

"I'm sold!  I'll take two bottles," he said to Travis.

"You've got enough lube for a lot of fuckin', my friend," I said with a
smirk.

"Never want to run out," he replied with a wink as he walked out of the
store.

I followed him out the door, but turned to another direction.  I stopped at
my cabin and grabbed a towel along with my necklace bottle of poppers.  Who
knows anymore what's going to happen where?  I never was a boy scout
(though I thought it would have been "interesting" to be one) but I
believed in their motto, "Be prepared" – especially in a place like
this.

The beach was crowded like every other place on the grounds.  But I found a
spot and laid out my towel.  I walked to the shore line, then dove in.  The
water felt refreshing against my naked body.  I rose up and stood
chest-deep in the water to enjoy the water drain off me.  The sun's rays
beating down on my wet body gave me a fresh feeling and I just stood there
to enjoy it.

It was then a pair of hands from behind reached around quickly and covered
my eyes.  A soft voice spoke, "Don't say anything – don't turn around.
Just stand there and keep your eyes closed."

I really didn't know what was happening.  So I did as I was
instructed. "This is another fun prank," I thought to myself.  But I
quickly found out I was wrong.

The voice continued, "Don't make any quick moves.  Do exactly what I tell
you and you won't get hurt."  His voice sounded low and firm.  Fear started
to build up in me.  "Walk calmly to your cabin.  We'll be right behind you.
Don't turn around to look or give anyone a sign that you're in trouble.
Now move!"

I calmly walked to shore, picked up my towel and headed back towards my
cabin.  Only one person spoke to me, but he used the word "we".  I had to
follow his directions.  I've never been in a situation like this before,
but what I've heard, "Do what they say and you won't get hurt."  I knew
that saying wasn't always true, but there were no other options.

Once we stepped into my cabin, I was told to stop.  When I did, I was
immediately blindfolded.  My captor did not say anything as I felt his
hands on my shoulders.  We just stood there as if we were waiting for
something or someone.

I heard a vehicle pull up in front of my cabin – it sounded sort of like
an old truck.  I turned and the hands on my shoulders quickly guided me to
it – pushing me as if to tell me to hurry.  They got me in the truck and
the captors sat on either side of me.

They said nothing as we left the campground.  I tried to keep a sense of
which direction we were turning and how far before another turn.  If I
survived this, I wanted to be able to lead the sheriff right to these guys.

It was only a couple of turns – a few miles before they stopped.  I was
pulled out and led to a building.  I surmised it was a farmhouse by the
sound of the porch floor and the creaky screen door.  Once inside the door,
they had me stop again.  Still, nothing was said.  I just stood there nude
and shaking.  I heard movements and it sounded like there were now three
persons present.  Then I heard sounds as if clothing were being removed –
pants unsnapping, belt buckles unbuckling, zippers unzipping.

I was led into another room and then suddenly pushed hard.  As I fell
forward from loss of balance, I fell onto a bed.  I just laid there and
didn't make a move.  I didn't know what was going to happen next.

I felt two pairs of hands turn me over onto my back and then my arms were
stretched out so that my hands were above me.  They tied me to a bedpost.
I didn't make any attempt to fight them.  Again, I just laid still.

After only a moment, two pairs of hands began to gently caress my body.  As
one pair moved up my torso, the other pair moved down my legs.  The one who
moved up my torso moved so close to me that I could feel his breath on my
neck.  The other one did the same as he moved close to my crotch.

Their touches were so gentle and sensuous that I couldn't help but begin to
get excited.  I was no longer shaking in fright, but now shivering in
excitement.  My cock began to grow and harden.

The one close to my head began to gently kiss me right under my jawbone
which caused the hairs on my neck to rise.  He worked around my face;
kissing each cheek, gently nibbling on each earlobe and gently sucking on
my nose.  It tickled and I couldn't help but smile.

As this was going on, the other guy was slowly licking my inner thighs.  He
then moved to kissing my ball sack just before he took each nut in his
mouth.  With each nut, he swirled it around in his mouth and sucked on it a
little.  Then he nuzzled his face down to the space under my nutsack and
between my thighs – right where my ass crack began.  I automatically
spread my legs a little further apart and raised my thighs a little to give
him easier access.  Even though I was pissed at being kidnapped and taken
away from the major events happening at my campground, I do have to admit
that I was enjoying this.  What was really making it exciting was that I
didn't know who these dudes were.

As these two guys were working me over, I couldn't help but begin moaning.
That is the natural part of me letting the guys know that I was really
getting into this.  I was enjoying this so much!  As the guy at my crotch
sucked my cock into his mouth, I cried out, "Aw fuck! Please untie me!
Come on!  Take my blindfold off!  I fucking love this!  Let me know who you
are – I want to fuck with you!"

The guy close to my head whispered in my ear, "No way, good fuck buddy.  We
are going to have our way with you and you are not going to know who we
are.  Just shut the fuck up, relax and enjoy this.  When we are done with
you, we will take you back."

I heard a movement and the quiet sound of a cap being taken off a bottle.
As it was raised to my nostril, I immediately knew it was poppers.  I
automatically huffed them as my captor held it against each nostril.

As the euphoria began, he moved down and began gently sucking on each of my
nipples which brought a shiver down my back.  The other captor continued
with his blowjob on me.  As the sex began to intensify, they suddenly
stopped what they were doing.

I heard more movement.  The captor down by my crotch moved up and straddled
my face.  He slowly lowered himself down until his ass crack was pressed
against me.  As he straddled my face, as he took hold of my legs –
pulled them up into the air – and then took hold of my ankles.  As he
pulled my ankles back, my ass automatically lifted into the air.

The captor at my head must have moved around down to my ass, for I began
feeling something soft, warm, and moist tickling my asshole.  I knew that
feeling!  I was getting rimmed!  It felt gentle at first – then the
tongue began to bore into my hole.  As it did, I felt the captor's lips
pressed against my butt.  Even though I was blindfolded, my eyes rolled
back in ecstasy.

My sphincter muscle loosened up as the tongue continued to do its work.  I
felt my asscrack dripping with the man's spit.  At the same time, I was
working on the ass that was pressed against my face.  I worked on it
hungrily with my mouth.  The captor above me squirmed his ass a little,
giving me a little more access to his ass as his cheeks spread a little
further apart.

The rimmer pulled back from my ass and began working his fingers into me.
At the same time, I was feeling something else pressing for an entrance
into me.  I realized it was a cockhead.  Along with two or three fingers, a
cock was entering in as well.  I realized then and there that a third
person was working on me.

I tried to relax more to allow them easy access, but it was difficult.
Then the one with the fingers pulled out and moved around to my head.  I
heard a couple of pats on the ass that was seated on my face.  The ass
pulled up and immediately there was a popper bottle place under my nostril.
I took a good huff of the euphoric aroma and when it was put under my other
nostril, I took another good huff.

When I was done, the ass came back down on my face for me to resume my
tongue fucking.  In the meantime, the fucker's cock was all the way in me
and it began easily sliding in and out of my ass.  As it slid in, I would a
couple of times tighten my sphincter muscle causing my fucker to build up
some sexual tension.

I kept at it until the fucker let out a loud groan.  I felt his cum shoot
in me as I continued to massage his shaft with my asshole.  He gave it one
final shove in and held it there until his cum was finally emptied out.
When he pulled out, the other captor's cock immediately slid in.  The
fucking continued.

As I continued to orally work on the asshole above me, I did the same thing
to this fucker as I did the last one – I massage his cock with my ass
muscles.  It was fun.  I could almost feel his cock sloshing around in the
cumload of the previous fucker.

He, too, began pounding my ass harder and faster and I wanted the load of
this guy just as bad as the last one.  As he pounded me with his cock, I
felt his ballsac beat against me in rhythm.  It wasn't long before his load
was emptied into me as well.  That left, according to my calculations, one
more captor – the one sitting on my face.

When the second fucker pulled out, the guy I was rimming lifted himself up
off my face and moved around to my ass.  I kept my legs up in the air
because putting in plainly, I just wanted more cock up my ass.  One of the
captors moved around, straddled my chest and held my legs up so it would be
easier for me.  I felt the cockhead touch my well-massaged asshole.  It
easily entered in and then began its pumping in the same manner as the
previous two.  And I began in the same manner also – squeezing that cock
shaft with my sphincter muscle.  And just like the other two, it didn't
take very long for the load to shoot in.

As soon as the third one pulled out, one of the others immediately planted
his mouth against my ass and began sucking.  It was almost the like force
of a vacuum cleaner.  I couldn't hold the three loads in me, but had to let
them be sucked into the guy's mouth.  With the power of his suction, I know
he sucked my insides dry.

There was a pause and I felt a pair of hands on my mouth.  As my mouth was
pried open, I stuck my tongue out; ready to receive what they have to give
me.  I felt gobs and gobs of cum drop down to the back of my throat – so
much that I almost choked.  But like any other sex-craved whore, I
swallowed it all hungrily.

When that was done, I just laid there, breathing deep, trying to pull my
whore-self together.  I didn't know what they were going to do next.  I was
hoping they would untie my wrists and take the blindfold off so they would
reveal to me who these wonderful three captors were.

But no such luck.  There was some time I had to wait silently.  The only
thing I heard was a couple of low-sounding chuckles.  I sensed that they
were proud of their conquest.  Little did they know how much I really
enjoyed it.  I've learned that a conquest involves a victor and an
unwilling victim.  I am NOT the unwilling victim.  As I've said several
times before, "You can't rape the willing."  And I was more than willing in
this situation!

After some resting time had passed, they untied my wrists from the bed
post, but told me to keep the blindfold on.  They helped me stand up and
then guided me back to the truck.  All this time, nothing else was said.

By my sense of direction, I knew we were headed back to the campground.  I
was glad for now I was anxious to get back to the biker festivities.  But
all of a sudden, the truck stopped.  They pulled me out of the truck and to
a grassy side of the road.  They then stopped walking and I reached out and
felt around in front of me.  I felt what would be a telephone pole.  They
pushed me against the rough pole, wrapped my arms around it and tied my
wrists together.

When they were finished tying me up, I heard them get back into their truck
and speed off.  I was left on the roadside stark naked, blindfolded, and
tied to a telephone pole.  Now what am I to do?

I worked and worked on the rope binding my wrists together, but the knots
were so tight I couldn't get them loosened.  With the blindfold, I
carefully rubbed my face against the pole, gradually moving the blind fold
up off my head.  It slipped off and felt to the ground.

I looked around.  I was out in the middle of nowhere by the side of an
empty road.  I had no idea of what to do except for someone to come and
rescue me.  "Boy, this is going to be good," I thought to myself in
frustration.

I guess I was standing there, bound to the pole for about half an hour when
I heard a vehicle coming. When I saw it getting closer, I realized that it
was a sheriff's car. I said to myself, "Oh fucking hell!  I am in for it
now!"