Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2016 11:44:05 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Load

                                DADDY LOAD
                                   BY
                  Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

COPYRIGHT 2016

DISCLAIMER: The following is based on a true story.  This story involves
consensual, anonymous, bareback sex between adults. If this isn't your cup
of tea, don't read it.  If it is, enjoy

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	It's a gay campground and it's out of the way, between two nothing
towns a long way from civilization.  But as it happened I had to be on one
of those shitty towns for business.  I found out about the place online and
one route I could take back to the interstate to get home would take me
past the first gate. Why not I figured. Might be fun.

	I turned off the two lane road onto a gravel and dirt road up a
hill on a curve, With a fence on either side topped with rainbow flags.
There was a log cabin at the top of the hill and I stopped there, figuring
it to be the office.  Only 15 bucks for a membership, the day pass being
free for a first timer, and I got to pet his big friendly dog.  Using the
code he gave, I went through the swinging gate, down a dirt road and pulled
into a parking area fronting a compound.  The man at the office had given
me a map, even helpfully highlighting the location of the Sugar Shack which
was up and across the road, but this was the compound housing the pool,
cafe and bar.  It was after nine and the bar was open.

	The bartender, at least the one that waited on me and I ogled, was
a young blonde twink with a speedo on, a muscle shirt and Chuck Taylors on
his feet. He had a nice ass I have to say. Unfortunately, he was working
and far out of my league anyway.  I have a rum and coke, sit down and try
to pass the time with one of the four or five guys in there.  It wasn't an
overly friendly crowd.  A little later, a naked man came in with his
partner, who was clothed.  I tried to strike up a conversation, figuring a
man who will come to a bar naked might be up my alley but he was remarkably
standoffish.  Then a lesbian couple came in, loud and psuhy.  I was
surprised.  It is a gay campground, I thought, and I guess lesbians qualify
but in my mind it was male only. Clearly not.

	After a second drink, I had to admit to myself that this wasn't why
I came.  The Sugar Shack was.  Feeling buzzed, I decided to give it a try.
I went to the car and pulled off my shirt and grabbed some lube, raming it
in my pocket.  I might be 50 but I am in good shape and have no problem
being shirtless or naked either.  I had to head a short ways up the road
and then up a lighted path to a log cabin.

	There were two fat men sitting on the porch of the Sugar Shack.
"Hey hot stuff" one of them says

	I smile back.  "I'm not overdressed am I?"

	"Honey, if you what you got hidden is as good as what you got
showing, then you need to take them shorts off"

	I laugh and open the door.  The front room is empty. The air
outside is hot, summertime hot, and the air inside isn't much cooler. There
is bench on the opposite wall and the TV mounted above and facing is
playing bareback porn.  There didn't seem to be anybody in there which was
a disappointment.  I watched the porn a bit, stroking myself hard. Stepping
there the door, the space opened up.  There was a staircase up but it was
just to a landing above.  I stumbled back down and headed in. There were a
series of stalls, like a horse barn, three on each side, one with a sling
and another with a St Andrew's cross.  Back in the back, though, there were
two men going at it.  They were both in the forties probably but solidly
built with all their body hair intact.  The one in the black jock strap was
squatting down in front of a tall man with a hairy chest, worshipping that
man's dick in his mouth.  I ditch my shorts, lean up against a wall, grease
up my hand to jack off as I watch.  If they acknowledge me, I'll join in.

	"Time to get fucked, bitch" the tall one said to the man in the
jockstrap.

	He stands up, leans over with his ass in the air, his fingers
grazing the floor, feet apart. The tall man asks me for some lube and
squeeze a generous dollop in his hand.  Now I am as hard as a fucking rock
because I think this is as nasty as fuck.  The tall man greases his pole
and rams his fingers in the ass of the man with the jockstrap. He bends at
the knee and then guides his slick prick between the cheeks and up into his
asshole.

	"Oh, fucking hell" the guy in the jockstrap cries out.  "Fuck,
fuck, fuck.  That's it"

	"You like that bitch?  Get ready for the ride"

	It wasn't gentle and loving.  It was straight out fucking, a bottom
that like to take it and a top that knew how to give it. I can tell you
something for an absolute fact: this kind of shit doesn't happen for the
average straight guy.  Mostly they wish it did but it doesn't.  That's why
gay is better.  Nasty is hardwired into our DNA.  The bottom was bouncing
back onto the top's dick, trying to get it in deeper.  I was whacking
myself watching it, feeling good.  Enjoying it.  The bottom was enjoying it
too.  He was grunting and moaning.

	The top gave him short strokes, hard and short.  He was grunting
too.  They had been going at it for a while and I knew he wasn't going to
last.  He knew it too and didn't give a fuck.  He was bent over the guy,
his hips going to town.  He was red faced and sweaty.

	"Goddamn" he grunted, a last few hard strokes, his face screwed up
in agony.  Then he came, unloading in the bottom's ass.  He pulled, semen
dripping off the tip of penis, patted the bottom on the ass and left.
That's the way it goes.  You don't come here love.

	The bottom looked lost.  I guess he had been close too but know
needed finishing off.

	"You want me to help you out," I asked.  He nodded.  He did.  "Suck
you or fuck you?"

	He thought and looked at me and my dick.  "Suck me"

	Off came the jockstrap.  He had an average sized dick, no
more. Nothing to gag on. I opened up my mouth and took him all the way in
before my flesh touched his flesh.  Then my lips and tongue come down and I
slowly back off of his dick, all the way back to the tip and then down
again, using my tongue to flick at his pisshole.  He moaned loudly.  All
the way down again.  Back up and down.  I took his balls in my mouth.  He
liked that too. But the dick is the main event.  I ran my tongue along his
piss vein and then nibbled at the head.

	"Oh, yeah" he said softly.  He rubbed my hair.

	My hand was still slick from the lube. I reached up past his taint
and slipped a finger in his ass, lubed up from the other's guys cum.

	"Oh, God"

	Two fingers in and then three.  He was panting. I was sucking.  I
look up and there is someone watching me, in red shorts and an Atlanta
Braves T shirt.  He was a bit older than me.  I didn't care.  It's all
good.  I used my hand and my tongue to maximize his pleasure, He deserved
to get off.  It had been a hell of a show.

	He started face fucking me.  I could take it.  I don't have a gag
reflex. I am still finger fucking him as he bucks his hip back and forth,
his balls tightening up. He is feeling good.

	"Oh shit" he says on an inhale, very quietly and soft.  My mouth
fills with his hot, salty and slightly bitter cum.  He shivers as I drink
down every last drop.  Then he exhales and pants, pulling his softening
dick out of my mouth.  "You gonna be around later?"

	"I don't know" I say.  Probably not, I think.  Fuck and go,
probably. At most, fuck, get another drink and then go.

	"If you are, you can fuck me later" he says

	"Yeah, sure."  It's a bathhouse invitation. Maybe it will and maybe
it won't happen. Whether I fuck him or not, he will get fucked again
tonight, I am sure.

	So I am naked, hard and I have taken a load down my throat.  But I
am horny and I want more.  Basically the space is two hallways of stalls,
some empty and some with benches or slings or the like, with the open area
in the back, which is more like a dungeon.  I grab my shorts and toss them
just inside one of the stalls, position myself so I can see one of the TV
monitors playing porn and slowly masturbate myself.  Just enough to stay
hard, not hard enough to actually be jacking off. I am just hanging around
to see what happens.  There was once a time I wouldn't have done that.  Too
much pride because I don't need to hang around a hot shack waiting for
anonymous sex?  To much shame because I am not still young and hot?  Fuck
it.  I like being naked.  I like fucking.  I like being watched.  I like
that there is no bullshit.  Everybody that comes in here is looking for
basically the same thing: dick.  Anybody that walks through that door is a
queer on the prowl.

	The man in the red shorts comes and stands in front of me.  He
reaches out and strokes me.

	"Nice dick" he says

	"Thanks"

	"Big"

	I shrug.  It's bigger than average but a size queen wouldn't drool
over it.  It's big enough to fill the ass of most men though.  I am sure as
shit not ashamed. He steps toward me.  We kiss.  He rubs his hands across
my hairy chest and down my torso.  I cup his junk with my hand.  He is
hard.  Good, I think.  He is my age, maybe older, it's hard to say in this
light.  He can kiss, though.  Got to give him that.

	"Nice body" he says, his hands rubbing across my torso.

	"Why don't you pull your shorts off?" I say.

	He doesn't.  Instead, he sinks to his knees and takes me into his
mouth.  The warm wetness of a mouth is, well Goddamn.  Who doesn't like a
good blowjob? There is nothing like a man who has practiced giving other
men blowjobs either.  He was good.  I felt good.  I might have preferred
some ass but who am I to complain?  If he wants to suck until a drop a
load, then fine.

	Then he stood up. "Wait here.  I gotta go get my boy"

	Boy?  Well, okay.  I am not leaving until I orgasm anyway.  Of
course, I don't know if he will or won't return.  Either way, I'll be here
with the next available action.  A fat man came around and wanted to stroke
me but I wasn't much interested.  Soon enough, red shorts returned with his
boy. The boy was probably 30, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a Polo
shirt. He was broad shouldered and built solid, black hair and a goatee.
He was fairly hot and I was completely naked.  Clearly the boy liked older
men so I was in business.

	He leaned in and kissed me.  That's a nice touch.  And then he
kissed me again, less gentle and more urgent. Red shorts stepped in and
gently pushed the boy aside and he kissed me.  I reached out for the boys
groin.  He was getting there.  Of course, they have clothes on and I don't,
plus I am hard as a rock.  So I push my hands down red shorts privates to
grab ahold of his dick.  He isn't hung like a horse but he is stiffening
up.  As three ways go, this is a good one.  The fat man is watching but I
don't care.  If he gets off watching me get off, good for him.  I'm not
going to do him but I don't have anything against him.

	Red shorts sinks to his knees. My dick goes into his mouth.  The
boy is kissing me again and I am liking where this is going.  The older man
is sucking me like a vacuum cleaner, his tongue doing his thing.  Damn, it
feels good.  The boy reaches down and pulls his stiff dick through his fly.
I reach over and give it a tug.  He is hard like steel.  I want to do
something with that dick for damn sure.

	"You want to go to one of the booths?"  the boy asks.  "You can
fuck me"

	"Sure" I say.  I am being cool.  Fuck you, you say?  Yeah, I would
like to fuck you.  Goddamn.

	It's the one up front, the one with a sling.  The boy, if you can
call him that, strips down and gets in the sling.  He's got a good body and
a dick as big as mine, nice big balls too.  It's going to be a pleasure to
do him.  His daddy is in the stall with us, standing gaurd by the closed
door.  The boy has his feet up and ass out, ready to get violated.  I
grease up some fingers, slide them into his chute, first one and then two
and then three.  Get the lube up in there. Then I grease up my own turgid
pole.  I get between his legs and slide myself into him.

	"Slow" he says.  "Let me get used to you"

	I wiggle a bit.  The truth is that I am horned up and don't really
want to go slow.  I start fucking him and I can see the pain on his face.
He stops me.  I stand there, my hard dick fully in his ass.  He has gone
soft.  I reached down and slowly stroke his dick.  Then, slowly and gently,
slide out a bit and then back in.  He takes it fine.

	"That's good" he says.

	Well, it is actually.  My skin against his.  His lover, I assume
they are lovers, watching us. I go a little faster. He doesn't stop me.

	"That's good, fuck him Daddy" the man in the red shorts says.  I
guess I am a Daddy.  Somehow that happened when I wasn't looking.

	The boy is getting hard again. I begin to slide in and out a little
harder.  Part of me just wants to go to town and rip him apart but I am
going slower than I want to so he can take it.  But then he is showing
signs of taking it just fine.  I fuck him a little harder now. It's hot and
I am sweating. It has the musky odor of sex here.  I like it.  I fuck him a
little harder now.  He likes it.  He grunts and I give it to him again.

	"Fuck him Daddy".  The man in the red shorts is just watching us,
not even playing with himself.  It's weird.

	He is bouncing back and to and I am going to town a bit, beginning
to fuck him hard.

	"Oh, shit" I say.  It's beginning to feel really good now.

	It's building.  Goddamn.  He is hot.  I am fucking the shit out of
him now.  Banging him hard.  He is grunting, stroking himself.  The sweat
is pouring off of me.  He is bouncing in the sling because i fucking him so
hard, bouncing back onto my dick.

	"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum" I cry out

	"Give him that Daddy load" the man says.

	Not just yet.  Soon but not now.  I have bit more pleasure to have
before it all blows.  Goddamn it, I keep fucking him too.  I mean hard.  He
is panting.  I am feeling it.  More, more, more.  It's the point of no
return now. Nothing I can do, I will cum.

	"Goddamn" I say, breathless

	"Give him that daddy load"

	Then all at once, my body shivers, a wave of pure pleasure floods
over me.  With one last stroke, boom.  I unload in his ass.

	"You gonna be around for a while" he asks me as we dress.

	"Probably.  Maybe get a drink"

	"Maybe we can hook up later."

	I nod.  It's a lie.  I am leaving. I got what I wanted.