Date: Fri, 27 May 2011 08:54:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground -45

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.

Man, this hot tub sure feels good!  I slid my ass forward on the seat and
then leaned my head back on the ledge of the tub and closed my eyes.  I
felt all the bad vibes begin to flow out with the water.  I was happy --
and so content!  With the swirling of the warm water and the noise of the
pump, I didn't hear anyone get in the tub with me.

As all the tension flowed out, sexual visions began to appear in my mind.
Finding this campground was so fortuitous for me.  Meeting campers, making
friends, having all the sex I want.  Now I own the place!  I mentally
relived the fun times I've had with the staff and campers.  Of course, by
doing that, my trusty cock began to get hard. I instinctively reached in
the swirling water for my hardening cock and began to casually stroke it.

Then I felt a hand over mine in the water.  I felt another slowly feeling
my inner thigh.  I smiled to myself, "There's always someone available to
have fun here!" I pulled my hand out of the water and draped my arms on the
ledge of the hot tub behind the guys sitting on either side of me.  I
didn't open my eyes.  I just let these strangers do their job on me.  I
decided to let them do whatever they want -- I don't give a fuck!  I enjoy
anything and everything.  They continued to stroke my cock and feel my
thighs.  Then I sensed another coming up between my legs and feeling under
for my ass crack.  I I lifted my legs a little to give him easier access.
He took advantage of it by slipping up further and sliding his middle
finger up my hole.  As he began to massage my prostate, I moaned with
satisfaction.  My moaning must have given them the signal to do more for I
felt another pair of hands on me -- playing with my tits and sucking on the
other.  Four guys working on me.  What fun in a hot tub!

I finally opened my eyes and gasped in surprise, "My God!  You guys are
here already!"  There were the four movers (ch19).

"We were so excited to get down here, that we went to your storage space
early, loaded everything up, and got our asses down here.  We checked at
the registration office and the guy there, I think his name is Brad, told
us where to find you.  He told us that one of the cottages is not quite
done yet and we need to wait a little bit.  Fine with us.  So we just
stripped and decided to take a gander around this place."

"The construction crew is finishing up the second cottage," I said, "and
they'll let us know when to move in.  In the meantime, let's just enjoy
each other's company."

They all smiled at me and stood up.  Their crotches were above the water
line and their cocks were sticking straight out -- at attention -- waiting
to be serviced.  I kneeled down in front of them in the warm water. "Guys,
stand around me.  I'm going to take you all in rotation."  So they did and
began jacking.

I took the first cock in my mouth and slide my lips to the base.  Then I
began sucking and tickling underneath the shaft at the same time.  The man
attached to the cock I was sucking groaned in delight, "God, now I remember
what a great cocksucker he is!"

"Fuck yeah," one responded, "Look how he's deepthroating that cock.  I'll
bet he's one professional cocksucker."

I pulled my mouth of the cock just enough to say, "I'm not professional.  A
professional gets paid for the job done.  I do it for free because I love
sucking cock."  Then I resumed sucking the cock.

Another guy spoke, "Well, then, that makes you a cocksucking whore."  I
nodded in response.  I didn't want that cock out of my mouth until he shot
his load down my throat. I guessed it would be soon because the man grabbed
my head with both of his hands and began to gyrate -- fucking my mouth.  I
relaxed and let him do all the action.  He began panting louder and then
all at once he rammed his cock all the way into my mouth.  I felt his
cumload shoot in me.  It felt so fucking good.

Without waiting for even a second, I pulled off that first cock and slipped
my mouth down over the second.  I was really getting into this.  The first
cumload made me hungrier for the second.  So I was giving this second guy a
fast and furious blowjob.  I could tell that this second guy was going to
cum faster than the first for his groaning began to pick up volume.  He
then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.  I immediately knew he wanted
to watch his load shoot into my mouth.  I was willing to oblige.  I opened
my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out.  Then he shot in his creamy nectar.
His seed was going to help satisfy my hunger.

As soon as he was done, I was still panting when I said, "Who's next?  I
need more cock.  I want more cum!"

"Here you go, you hot cocksucker!" the third one said as he stepped
forward.  I opened my mouth, reached around for the man's ass cheeks and
pulled him towards me.  My mouth quickly slid to the base and I felt the
cockhead tickle my gag reflex.  I've sucked so many cocks in my lifetime,
that I don't gag anymore.  As I furiously sucked the cock that was in my
mouth, my hand which had clutched his ass, moved around to the front and
started to fondle his ball sack.

"O man," the third man sighed, "Playing with my nuts gets my balls to
churnin'!"  That's what I wanted to hear.  I wanted more cum down my throat
and I wanted it now!  My jaws started to ache, but I didn't want to stop.
I kept at it and any time now, I knew that I was going to get my reward.
Sure enough, I got it.  The third load didn't go down my throat, but
instead just shot in my mouth.  I didn't swallow this one.  I had other
plans.

When the third pulled out and the fourth stepped forward, I let the cock
slide right into my cum-filled mouth.  The load began to form a suds around
my lips and it was sliding down my chin.  As it was sliding off my chin, it
did so in long cum-strings.  One guy spoke up, "Will you fuckin' look at
that!  That guy is latherin' up our buddy's cock.  Makes it easier to slide
in and out of his mouth, doesn't it?"

The guy who was fucking my mouth only grunted his affirmation.  For he was
intent on shooting his load hard into me.  He then let out a yell and I
felt the load shoot and hit the back of my throat.  As it went down, I went
ahead and swallowed the third man's load as well.  We then all sat down,
panting.  What a fuckin' good time!

"Well, guys," I said, once I got my wind, "We need to check out the cottage
projects and get the work done.  You guys stayin thru the weekend?  I'm
giving a party for the construction guys tomorrow night for getting the
projects done early.  You wanna come?"

"Is it here?  Is it a sex party?"

I laughed, "Of course!  What else would it be?"

"We'd love to stay, but we didn't bring any tents to stay in.  Plus, what
will it cost?"

"I've got tents for you to stay in.  Tonight, I'm moving into my cottage
which will free up my trailer for the construction crew.  They will be
moving in it tonight and you can move into their tents.  You will be my
guests this weekend."

We all crawled out of the tub and walked into the registration
building. Brad was doing some paperwork and he looked up at us, "I guess
you guys found, boss.  Considering how long it took you to get back here,
I'll bet you had some fun first."

The movers laughed and Brad spoke up again, "Hope you guys stick around for
a couple a days because I'd like for you to stick something up my ass."  He
then bent over, reached back, and parted his ass cheeks, showing the movers
his winking asshole.

"Golly! Nobody's shy around here!" one said in amazement.

"There's not enough time to be shy around here," I said, "We all admit why
we are here.  We just love to suck, fuck and mess around with the other
guys.  If we're honest about that, then we get along real good. Now let's
get dressed so the campers leave us alone and get out there and get some
work done.  We got to get all this moving done, get the place in order and
be ready for that journalist coming tomorrow."

Everyone got serious and followed my orders.  When we got to Randy's
cottage, the crew had just completed their work.  I was delighted with
their job and congratulated them.  Randy and Frank showed up and I
introduced the movers to them.

"I remember you," one mover said, "you're the one with the fine black ass I
got to fuck."

"You sure were a great cocksucker, too!" said another, "Who's this other
fella?"

"This is Frank," I answered, "He lost his partner a couple of weeks ago and
he's staying with us a while and working until he decides what he want to
do next."

"Does he like to mess around with the guys?" one asked.

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Frank replied.  We all laughed.

We then all got busy and unloaded the moving truck of Randy's and my
belongings.  I then emptied my camper trailer of my personal belongings and
we helped the crew move their personals into the trailer.  This freed up
the tents in the primitive area for the movers.  After that, we labored
till suppertime cleaning up the grounds, touching up on painting and
getting everything cleaned up.  I then went to the registration desk, got
on the loudspeaker and called for all the staff, construction crew and
movers to come to the office.

I didn't realize what a crowd we had.  There was me, Randy, Frank, Brad,
Tony, the four construcion crew guys, the four movers and Travis and Kevin
(they felt obigated to come since they would soon be on staff anyways).
That was a total of 15. "Well guys," I began with a big smile, "We did it!
We got it all done for tomorrow.  The place looks great and everything
seems to be done for now.  You can't imagine how this makes me feel and how
grateful I am.  You guys went overboard in helping me out and I'll always
be grateful.  If this weekend goes as well as I anticipate, we will
definitely need to do more expansion.  We first need to build something
more permanent for the construction crew to stay in during the week.  So
the next project will be a twelve-bed bunkhouse.  Then we'll need to put up
a buildng for a canteen and store.  The more food and supplies we have
available for the campers, the more often they will come and the longer
they will stay.  As a result, we will need to build another Katrina cottage
for Travis and Kevin who will be running the business and handling al the
finances of this campground.  So you see, it keeps getting more and more to
be done.  My attorney, Jim, will be coming tomorrow to discuss all the
legalities with me.  So, there's a lot more planned -- so much more to do.
But for now, we we will see to the needs of the journalist coming tomorrow
and then we'll just relax for the rest of the weekend.  Sounds OK?"

Everyone agree.  "So what do we do now?"

"For tonite, all of tomorrow and thru the weekend, you just do what comes
naturally.  Make sure the campers are satisfied with the place.  If there's
any problems, do be afraid to let me know.  You think you can do that?"

They cheered and one of the construction crew guys called out, "What about
the party you promised us?"

"It's still on," I replied, "It's tomorrow night as planned in the barn
below the right loft.  Now go and have a great time and if I need you guys
for anything tomorrow, I'll call you on the loudspeaker.

Everyone left except for Brad and I.  It was suppertime and I invited Brad
to join me in my new cottage for a private meal.  "I'd like just for you
and I to talk if you don't mind."

"Not at all, boss.  Let's go."  And we headed off across the drive.

When we got inside, I closed the door behind me.  I didn't want to be
interrupted.  As I fixed the meal and Brad set the table, we made small
talk.  Then we sat down to eat.  I decided to be up front with Brad, "Brad,
you have no idea how much I appreciate you.  When I had to take off to see
to Frank's needs when he lost his partner, you took over and saw to it that
things got done that needed to be done.  I want you to know that you will
continue to be my assistant.  You know the fine workings of this place
better than me.  So I want you to know that I am going to have a Katrina
cottage built just for you.  you can live in it as long as you work here.

Brad's eyes watered and he came around and gave me a hug.  "Thanks so much!
I was hoping you would do that.  I love working here, but my trailer is old
and I was afraid I was going to have to get a new one."

"And I want it to be understood between us that we can discuss anything
together--and I mean anything.  We may disagree and that's OK.  But we've
got to trust each other to make this business work.  As long as we do that,
you've got a job.  If you're unsure of anything, always ask.  I will always
give you the benefit of the doubt and will always stand behind you and
support you.  Do you understand?"

Brad smiled and nodded.  "What's the matter?" I asked, sensing his
restlessness.

"Well," Brad replied sheepishly, "I was wanting to go see the movers -- to
make sure they're settled in their tents."

I looked at him for a moment, then a broad smile came on my face, "You just
want to fuck around with them, don't you?"

Embarrassed, Brad nodded.  I laughed, "Go ahead.  We'll talk more later."

"Thanks for supper!" Brad said quickly as he took off out the door.  He
then paused and looked back at me, "I'm so glad you bought this place.  You
will never be sorry you did.  I and rest of the staff will see to that."

I cleaned up the supper dishes and opened the moving boxes and put things
away.  Then I was cleaning up the place when I heard a knock.  When I
opened the door, there stood young Tim.  "Can I come in?" he asked.

"Sure!" I replied and stepped back allowing him into my living room.

"Wow!" This sure is nice!" Tim said looking around. "Someday, I hope to
have a place like this.  For now, I'm satisfied to stay with Brad as long
as he lets me.

"Well, I think you need to know that I will be building Brad a Katrina
Cottage to live in.  So I presume he'll be moving out of his trailer.
Maybe he'll let you stay in the trailer for a while."

"Do you think he will?"

"Well, why don't you talk to him about it?  I know where he's at right now
and I'll take you to him and you can talk it out."

"Sounds great!  Let's go!"

So we stepped out and headed for the primitve area.  Tim had no idea what I
was leading him to.  "We'll see if Brad will let him join in," I thought
and smiled to myself.

As we were approaching the campfire area, I could see that there was a
group gathered around a picnic table.  Just as I thought: Brad was lying on
it crossways with his legs in the air and ass sticking out one side and his
head hanging out the other.  Both his ass and mouth were being fucked at
the same time by two of the four movers.  They had a good hold of him and
were moving in perfect motion.  While one shoved his cock in the other
pulled his out and vice versa.

As we were drawing closer, I heard Tim exclaim, "Wow! That is so fucking
hot!  Who are those guys?"

"They are the guys who moved Randy's and my possessions from storage to
here today." I replied, "I see two other movers standing around not doing
anything but jacking their cocks.  Might I suggest you hop up on that table
and join Brad?"

Nothing more was said.  Tim immediately took my advice.  He hopped on the
table and took the same position as Brad.  He didn't say anything to the
two movers but lifted his legs up in the air and extended his arms out.
They immediately took the hint and positioned themselves on either end of
Tim. They easily slid their cocks in and began their pumping frenzy.  The
movers stood side by side and looked at each other for a moment.  As close
as they were to each other, they began french kissing while they continued
to pump their hard shafts in and out of the available holes.

I decided I wanted to get in on the action too.  I hopped on the picnic
table and stood for a second.  Then I straddled Brad.  I flagged my hard
cock at the mover in front of me who was fucking Brad's mouth.  It was an
invitation for him to blow me which he very willingly obliged.  Then I was
surprised by the mover behind me who was fucking Brad's ass.  He bent over
and shoved his face into my ass and began rimming me.

So there was seven of us on the picnic table, fucking and sucking to our
heart's content.  It's a wonder the table didn't break down!  Needless to
say, with all of us standing on top of the picnic table, we got the
attention of the campers wandering around.  About twenty of them gathered
in a circle around us and stood there watching.  Since my cock and ass were
now being occupied by two mouths, my mouth was free, so I looked around at
the guys around me.

As I watched, I noticed their cocks begin to rise and I also noticed that
they were reaching down and beginning to stroke them.  It was getting to be
quite a scene.  So I gave the invitation, "Anybody want to join us, get on
up here!"

It was unbelievable!  They all came!  I just assumed maybe one or two.  But
no!  They ALL got on!  The table crashed under the weight and we all fell
in one pile.

Everybody was laughing at what happened and amidst the laughter I heard
other noise.  I heard cries of pain.  I immediately took over.  I yelled
for everyone to get off.  The guys immediately sensed something was wrong
by the sound of my voice and they immediately spread out.  There lying on
the ground was one of the movers.  His arm was twisted in such a way that I
knew immediately that it was broken.

I instructed Randy to run back to his place and get some clothes on.  I
instructed Brad to stay with the hurt mover while I run back, get my
clothes on and bring the truck to load him in.  One of the campers quickly
said that he knew first aid and could put a temprorary splint on the arm.
I instructed him to go ahead.  When Randy and I got back; clothed and with
the truck, the arm was temporary splinted.  We loaded up and Randy and I
took the hurt mover in town to the local hospital.

"Good Lord!" I thought to myself, "Now what's going to become of this?"