Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 18:20:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground, Ch.4

By jarbear1974@yahoo.com

Chapter 4

  After a moment of this, we moved on down the ladder and under the loft.
There I saw tables, chairs, a stage and a sound system along with
spotlights.  "This place becomes alive on Friday nights." informed Brad.
"We have a gay DJ who comes in for the music and there's dancing along with
a lot of other "stuff" that goes on.  The place may look empty now, but
tonight, it will be filled with fun.  It starts at 8.  Bring your own
drink.  Remember: no drugs, but poppers are OK."
   We then walked over to the other side of the barn to the second loft.
We went below the loft first.  I saw a row of stalls and in each stall were
equipment.  One stall had a weightlifter's bench, another stall had a
simple sling hanging from the ceiling, another stall had photography
equipment, another stall had a television camera, another stall had a
shower and the room at the end was the restroom.
   "We sort of call this the `fantasy floor'." Brad said smiling.  "Take a
stall of your choice and have fun."  He then went in the weightlifting
stall, straddled the bench, sat down, lifted the bar a couple of times,
then smiled at me.  While smiling, he stroked his cock until it got hard
and motioned for me to come to him.
   I got the hint!  I walked over, straddled him on the bench, then lowered
my ass over his hard, waiting cock.  As I slid down, my asshole
encompassing his hard member, I got that fullness feeling inside.  You know
the feeling -- when one fills your insides with cock.  Then I began to ride
him.  I have to admit that I've never done it this way before and it was
fun!!
   Then too soon, he said, "That's enough for now.  I just wanted to give
you an idea of how it goes."
   "I've got the idea," I said as I raised my ass up off his cock.  "I just
might come back here later."
   We then went into the stall with the sling and he invited me to get in.
It was a bit awkward at first, never having been in a sling before, but I
got in.  He then lifted my legs and put each foot in the stirrups.  He then
pulled my arms up and handcuffed each wrist onto the chain.  I felt very
vulnerable at this point, but I trusted Brad.  What else could I do?
   He put a leather mask over my face, which of course, made me blind.
There was just enough opening for my mouth and nose to breathe.  I heard
movement, but couldn't discern was it was.  I then heard Brad speak gently
in my ear.
   "Trust me on this one," he said and with that, I felt a small bottle
pressed to a nostril.  I knew immediately what it was -- poppers.  I love
them, but Brad didn't know it.  I took a good huff and then he put it to
the other nostril and I took another huff.  Poppers get me so sexually
intense!!
   Then I felt a hand massaging my ass and running up and down my ass
crack.  I felt a finger probe -- then two fingers -- then three.  I was so
fucking turned on!!  Then I felt a cock slide in and then the fucking
began.
   The sling began to swing as my ass slide up and down on the hard cock.
I heard Brad's voice whisper in my ear, "How do you like it?"  I instantly
realized that it was not Brad fucking me.  I couldn't see who it was, but I
didn't care.  With the euphoria of the poppers, I felt like a real whore.
"I love it," I replied with a gasp.
   Then the cock slid out and I felt a smaller cock slide in.  It still
wasn't Brad because his hands were on my shoulders helping the sling to
swing.  This went on for a couple of minutes, then the cock slid out and a
larger cock slid in.  I was so caught up in the fucking that I lost count
of the cocks that fucked me -- but I knew there were at least five
different ones.
   Then everything stopped.  I heard more movement and then it was quiet.
Then my leather mask was removed and only Brad was standing there.
Smiling, he said, "Don't know who all fucked you, do you?"
   "No, I don't," I said.
   "And you never will unless they tell you." he said with a smirk.
   I laughed, "Well, I don't give a fuck!"
   I got out of the sling and we went to the next stall.  It had a camera
on a tripod.  "This is for those who enjoy a photo shoot.  Do you like pics
taken of you?" Brad asked.
   "Never done a photo shoot before, but I'm game." I replied as I perused
the stall.  There was a large padded stool, a weightlifting bench and a
large chair.
   "Well, let's try this out.  This camera is on a timer so that you can do
the photos yourself.  The pics are then transferred on line to a computer
screen upstairs so that others can see you.  Do what you think would get
their attention.  Be creative.  I'll help you out this time."
   I gave it some thought and then said, "How about an ass shot since I got
fucked up real good?"
   "Sounds good to me," said Brad, "You get yourself in position and I'll
get the camera ready."
   I pulled up the chair and kneeled on it with my back facing the camera.
I then lifted up my ass and spread my cheeks.
   "Looks great!" he said.  "I see you got a little bit of cum oozing out.
Looks like mine!"  And then he laughed as he shot a pic.  "Now how about a
pic of me fucking you?  Is that OK?"
   "Great!" I responded.  "Let's make it a side shot so it's visible.  Be
sure to include my face -- it will show ecstasy."  We got the pic.  "Now
get one of me sitting on the chair beating my cock."  Got that one too.
   "Well, we got some pics for starters." Brad sighed, "We better move on.
It's getting late in the afternoon."
   The next stall we entered had a television camera.  "Some guys like to
make a video or put on a show or both.  This camera records it onto DVD and
at the same time shows it upstairs.  So you've got an audience.  Maybe
later you can do a show -- I'm sure you'll be good."
   "How about doing just a couple of minutes for now?" I asked, excited to
try something new.
   "Ok if you want," said Brad.  "But remember, there more around here to
show you.  What do you want?"
   "How about a couple of minutes worth of me eating our your ass?"
   "Sure!" said Brad with a smile.  "How do you want it done?"
   Acting sarcastically like a movie director, I said, "Move the camera
down for a floor shot.  I'll lie on the floor, you squat down over me and
sit on my face.  While I tongue fuck your ass, you move it up and down a
little so the guys can really see what's happening."
   "Sounds like a winner!" and Brad then moved the camera down while I got
myself on the floor.
   He turned to me, "Ready?"
   I smiled, "I'm always ready."
   "Here goes!"  he started the camera, came to me, and squatted down his
ass over my face.  My tongue came out ready to receive the luscious hole.
   But He didn't come all the way down at first.  I looked up and his
sphincter was moving.  I noticed that some cum was beginning to ooze out.
I opened my mouth wide, stuck my tongue out and the cum began to slowly
drip into my waiting mouth.
   When it quit dripping, Brad lowered his ass on down to my open and
waiting lips.  His ass taste delicious!  I took his ass cheeks in my hands
and worked his ass back and forth over my mouth and tongue.  I knew he was
enjoying it because he was definitely moaning!
   Brad had that perfect, hairy, firm, bubble ass that one could rim all
day.  I wanted to worship it with my mouth and tongue forever.
   I didn't want it to stop, but Brad pulled up, stood up and said, "Buddy,
we've got to move on!"
   Reluctantly, I got up, looked at the camera and noticed that it was
still on.  So I waved to the camera and said, "Hey guys!  I hope you
enjoyed these couple of minutes.  I sure did!  Look for me if you want my
tongue up your ass too!"  I laughed, then shut the camera off.
   As we exited the stall, I said, "There's so much to do here.  I'm not
sure I can get it all in."
   Brad said, "That's why you have to return to the campground.  You need
to experience it all."
   We then entered the shower room. It was one large tiled room with two
spickets on each of the three walls.
   "How about a quick shower before we move on?  We've been doing some hot,
intense sucking and fucking today." said Brad.
   I was willing, because I had gotten pretty sweaty.  I turned one shower
on and stood under it.  The force of the spray and the water itself felt so
good against my body that I just closed my eyes and stood there feeling the
water hit me.  Then I felt Brad put his arms around me and pull me to him.
As the water showered over the both of us, we kissed long and slow -- our
tongues intertwining. The kissing became so intense, that I got caught up
in the moment and wrapped my arms around him and hung on.  With his arms
around me, he kneeded my ass cheeks, once in a while slipping his finger
into my asshole.
   We went on like this for several minutes.  When we finally pulled apart,
we heard some clapping.  Looking to the entrance of the shower, we saw
three men standing there with smiles on their face.  Two were clapping and
the third had a video camera, filming us.
   The cameraman then spoke, "Seeing the good show you filmed in the video
room, we just had to add a little more footage of your guys!"
   Brad and I laughed.  We shut the water off, grabbed the available dry
towels and dried ourselves off.  The three men walked away laughing and
talking to each other.
   Walking into the restroom, I saw it was clean with four stalls; two with
doors and two without -- and of course -- gloryholes on every stall wall.
The urinal was one long trough and there were several sinks.  "You can use
this place instead of filling up your trailer's septic tank," said Brad.
   "Sounds good to me," I replied as we walked on.