Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2012 09:13:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 73

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.


As I was walking the grounds, making sure everything was okay and everyone
was having a good time, I heard Brad over the loudspeaker, "Bob, please
come to the office - urgent!"  Using the word "urgent" over the loudspeaker
was our code word meaning that something was seriously wrong.  My heart, in
a panic, leapt inside of me as I rushed to the office.

When I entered, two sheriffs were standingthere, waiting for me.  They
turned to me and eyed me up and down, frowning.  Brad, speaking in a shaky
voice, said, "Boss, these two sheriffs have a warrant to search our
campground."

"What's going on?" I asked, a bit irritated.

"I'm Sheriff Dullard and he's Sherriff Doan," Dullard said pointing to his
partner, "We have a warrant to search the premises for illegal drugs."

"What makes you think that we have drugs here?"

"We've heard that you're having a Biker weekend here and that's always
prone to drugs circulating around."

"I assure you, we have no drugs here.  Any person that comes through here
are strictly warned not to have drugs on their posession or they will be
permanently banned from the grounds.  In fact, we reward any campers who
report drug suspicions to us."

"You think that rule will stop them?"

"I don't know.  I circulate these grounds as well as my staff and we are
very careful in watching out for these things.  Everyone knows that if
drugs are found here, my place will be shut down.  No one wants that to
happen."

"Either way, we need to inspect the place.  Will you come with us, please?"

"Okay, but I assure you, you won't find anything."  When we got to the
door, I stopped them, "You do know about this campground, don't you?"

"We've heard this place is just for guys -- gay guys."

"You're right.  And anything goes on here -- anywhere on these grounds.
I'm just warning you."

The two sheriffs looked at each other as we walked out the door.  We first
headed to the barn.  On the way, the sheriffs were "all eyes" as they
looked around at all the nude campers circulating.  They definitely had the
campers' attention because they were the only ones dressed.  "I'm still
warning you," I said out of the corner of my mouth.

When we entered the barn, the hot tub was the first they saw.  It was
filled with about six guys relaxing.  They turned to us and seeing the
sheriffs, one of them spoke out, "Look at the hot cops!  Mm-MM!"

"Watch it, guys," I said to the hot tub group, laughing, "The sheriffs are
for real and they're here on business."

"Too bad," said one of them as he eyed them up and down.

Sheriff Dullard shook his head and muttered under his breath, "Disgusting!"
Then he spoke to Sheriff Doan, pointing to the far side of the barn, "You
go on that side of the barn and look around and I'll check this side."
Then patting his walkie talkie, "Call me if you find me or need me for
anything."

As Sheriff Doan headed off to the far side of the barn, Sheriff Dullard
climbed the ladder to the upper loft.  I followed right behind him.  Going
up the ladder, I was within six inches of his uniform-covered ass.  It was
so tempting just to shove my face up in there - even though it was covered
with fabric.  But I must be on his good side.  So I followed him
obediently.

He walked over to the orgy area and there were only two guys lying on the
mattresses on the floor jacking their cocks.  When they saw us coming, one
called out, "Hey! A cop!  I like cops!"  He then raised his legs up in the
air, showing us his asshole.  Looking at us between his legs, he called out
with a smile, "Wanna breed me, copper?"

"Fuck off!" was the sheriff's firm reply.  He then walked over to the glory
holes and walked the halls.  There were a couple of holes with cocks
sticking through them and he lonly glanced at them as he passed by.  Then
he headed back to the ladder to descend.  I decided to go after him.  Maybe
he might get a look at my ass and want to plough me - no such luck.

We then went below the loft to the dance floor.  Bernie, our DJ, was
setting up for the evening party.  He was dressed for the occasion -- all
in leather -- the full works: leather cap, leather armband, spiked leather
neck band, leather vest, and leather chaps (obviously open at the crotch
and ass).  Sheriff Dullard looked at him once and then turned his attention
to the room for inspection.

When Bernie saw him, he called out to me, "Hey boss, what's with the cop?
I thought this was a biker's weekend.  Shit!  I dressed for the wrong
occasion."

"No, Bernie.  You're fine.  This is Sheriff Dullard.  He's checking around
for drugs."

"He won't find any here.  That's for sure!  No way at my gigs!"

The sheriff and I headed back to the hot tub and Sheriff Doan was there
waiting for us at the door.  "Found nothing," he said cocking his head
towards the area he came from, "There sure is a lot of strange stuff over
there - but nothing illegal."

"Then let's move on."

I led them to the maintenance building.  The front room where Randy use to
stay before his cottage was built, was completely empty.  We then entered
the hall going to the back garage.  When we stepped into the laundry area
on the way, I was embarrassed with what I saw.

The washer was going on the spin cycle and on the lid attached by a suction
cup was a dildo.  Randy (16-20) was on the washer, riding the dildo and
jacking his long black cock at the same time.  His eyes were closed and he
had the look of pure ecstacy on his face.  I would too if I was doing the
same thing he was!  He didn't notice us when we entered.  The cops just
stood there for a moment with their hands on their hips.  Randy did open
his eyes and saw them, he didn't act startled.  In fact, he winked and
smiled at them as he continued to ride the fake cock on vibrating washer.

The sheriffs turned and looked at me with confused looks on their faces.  I
just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Randy, our grounds man, oversees this
building.  What can I say?"

The sheriffs shook their heads in disbelief as they left the laundry and
headed for the garage.  When they were out of earshot, I turned to Randy in
an excited whisper, "What in the hell are you doing?  These sheriffs are
for real and they're looking for drugs."

Randy rose up off the dildo and hopped off the washer, "Hey, Brad contacted
us and warned us about these guys.  So we decided just to be ourselves and
maybe they might be interested in joining us.  We're not worried about the
drugs - because they're not gonna find any.  Don't worry about anything.
Everything is copasetic."

"I sure hope you're right.  You know how I feel about drugs here.  My
policy is clear.  I hope everyone understands that."

"They should; as much as you harp about it.  We all agree with you because
we want to keep this place running and we made it clear to every camper who
comes here.  They all want to keep this place running too.  We are always
on the lookout for it.  We promise you that we're keeping this place
clean."

We turned to face the door and saw the sheriffs standing in the doorway.
We then realized that they have been listening in on our conversation.  I
acted a little sheepish, trying to remember all that I said.

Sheriff Dullard stared at us for a moment, then said, "Let's keep moving."

As we headed for the circle drive, I couldn't help but notice the campers
looking at us and making comments like:
   "I sure love a guy in a uniform!"
   "He sure can plant his seed in my ass any day!"
   "He can take me to jail as long one of them is my jail mate!"
   "I wouldn't talk so much if I had a cop-cock in my mouth."
   "I wonder what cop-cum and biker-cum tastes like mixed together."
   "Is cuffed by a cop much different than being cuffed by a biker?  I'd
sure like to find out!"

I snuck a sideways glance at the sheriffs as we walked and noticed their
faces were beet red.  They were obviously feeling more and more awkward and
embarrassed.  As we continued walking we kept hearing the comments and the
sheriffs tried not to notice all the cocksucking and ass fucking that was
going on.  Sheriff Doan looked at me with a furrowed brow and asked, "Does
this crap go on all the time?  This is really sick!"

"Not everyone thinks like you.  And yes, this pretty much goes on all the
time here.  That's what this place is for.  Wouldn't you rather it all
happen here than out in public?"

Sheriff Doan didn't answer but looked straight ahead and kept walking.
Finally, Sheriff Dullard obviously had enough.  He stopped and said, "Okay.
Enough of this."  Turning to me, he said with a firm voice, "We need to
talk - privately."

I escorted them back to the registration building.  When we passed Brad on
the way to my office, I gave him a look of fear.  This did not look good at
all.  All my time, investment and hard work on this business will be for
nothing.  This place is going to be shut down and I'll probably be put in
jail - or even worse - in prison.  Then I briefly thought about all those
prisoners alone with each other.  Hmm - that may not be so bad!  It was
just a brief, funny thought.

I closed my office door and turned to them, "Okay, now what?"

"Well," Sheriff Dullard said with a wry smile, grabbing his crotch, "How
about you letting me fuck your ass - shoot my load in ya and I'll write a
clean report on the search warrant?"

"Hell no!" I replied, "That means that I'm admitting I've got drugs here.
I'm not going to fall for that crap!  I'm not letting you fuck me just to
get a clean report.  I do things honestly around here.  That's my
reputation and I'm not about to blow it!  If you don't believe it, you just
go on out there and do some more searching."  Sheriff Doan just stood
silent.  He had the look on his face as if he couldn't believe what he was
hearing.

"Okay," Dullard replied, "I believe you considering that I've found nothing
so far.  Personally, I think whoever filed this warrant just wanted to
cause you trouble."  With that, Dullard pulled out the report, filled it
out and signed it.  He then handed me a carbon copy, "Here.  That settles
it.  You're free and clear."  He picked up his papers and he and Doan
headed for the door.

"Hey, wait a minute," I called out, "Don't you wanna fuck me?"  Dullard
turned around and looked at me quizzicaly.  I continued, "If you want to
fuck me, fine, but not to get me to lie for a clean report."  I bent over
my desk and showed him my ass.  I looked behind me and saw a smiling
Dullard unzipping and pulling out his large cock.  He was stroking it hard
as he approached me.

I glanced over at Doan.  All this time, he had been giving no response as
to what he thought about Dullard.  He still gave no response, but I did see
an outline of his cock in the fabric begin to appear.

Dullard parted my ass cheeks and made a comment, "That's a fine looking ass
cunt you got there.  I have fucked a pussy in quite a while."

"I'm willing to show my appreciation to the fire department, police
department and the military.  In fact, I'm willing to show my appreciation
to anyone who wants it," I said with a smile.

"Well then, say hello to my dick."  I felt his cockhead rub against my
asshole a little and then slide in.  His cock (like any other) felt good
inside me.  I pushed back against Dullard to get it all the way in to the
base.  "Oh, fuck, yeah," I heard him say with a sigh.  Then I felt it slide
out to the head and then slide all the way back in.

Once we got our rhythm going, I turned my head and looked at Doan.  He was
still standing there speechless, but his hard cock was now obviously
showing.  "It's obvious you like what you see," I said to him, "My ass may
be occupied, but my mouth isn't."

"Never had my cock sucked before - not even by a woman."

"Well then, bring it over.  Buddy, you are in for a real treat!"

He sauntered over to me and just stood there.  I reached out and felt his
cock through the fabic of his slacks.  He stepped back with a start.  I
looked up at him, "Afraid of something?"

"No," he replied, "I'm just not use to this."

"Trust me.  Come back here.  Once you feel my lips on your cock and the
sucking I'm going to give you, you'll want to get use to it real fast."

Doan stepped forward again and I nuzzled my face into his crotch. I rubbed
my face over the hardness of his fabric-covered cock.  It felt so good and
I knew it would feel better once it was down my throat.  I've said it
before - it's a wonderful feeling when I'm doubly occupied - a cock down my
throat and a cock up my ass.  And better yet, when I'm being fed both ways.

As Dullard continued piston rodding in and out of my ass, I carefully
unzipped Doan, and pulled out his cock.  I liked the looks of it because I
knew it would fit my mouth perfectly for great sucking.  I slipped my lips
over the head and then slowly moved down the cock, sucking it in all the
way.  I heard a moan above me and I knew that immediately Doan liked the
feeling.

"Oh God!  What a feeling!" he gasped as he naturally grasped my head for
better mouth fucking leverage.  As he pushed his dick further down my
throat, my face was pushed into his fabric-covered crotch.  Wow!  Being
done by two real live sheriffs!  This is heaven!

The pace was beginning to pick up when I heard my office door open,
"Boss...oh...excuse me!"  Then the door shut.  Dullard called out to Brad,
"Get back in here!"  The door opened and I sensed Brad's presence.  I
couldn't see him because I was faced the opposite direction with my mouth
full of cock.  I heard the door closed.

Dullard spoke up, "I saw some guys out there eating out other guys' ass.
Do you eat ass?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Brad stammered.

"I've never had my ass eaten.  Would you like to try mine out?  I don't
want to stop fucking your boss.  This feels too good."  '"S-s-sure!" said
Brad and I felt Dullard's slacks being undone and dropped to the floor.

As Brad rimmed Dullard's ass, Dullard groaned and moaned at the same time -
a definite sound of satisfaction.  When he finally got his breath, he
spoke, "Doan, you gotta try this guy out on your ass.  This is fucking
fantastic!"

As I continued sucking Doan, he undid his slacks and dropped them to the
floor.  "Send him over here.  My ass is ready."

"Not yet," said Dullard, "I want to enjoy this a little more because I'm
about ready to breed this guy here."  He started to fuck my ass harder and
I worked with him to make it an explosion he would never forget.  Finally,
he grabbed my hips firmly and rammed his cock in one last time before he
creamed my insides.  It was such an explosion that he became weak-kneed and
shook.  When he was done, he sank to the floor and Brad dutifully moved in
behind Doan and resumed his work on rimming ass.  But I think Brad rimmed
Doan differently than he rimmed Dullard.

"Oh fuck!" cried out Doan, "His tongue up my ass feels great!"

"What?" Dullard spoke back, "He's fucking your ass with his tongue?  He
never did that to me!"

"Well, you're just going to have to try it sometime," Doan said
matter-of-factly, as he continued to fuck my face.  I decided to be more
earnest on my blowjob because I wanted to get out with the other campers.
So I began bobbing my head up and down on his cock faster, caressing it
with my tongue while sucking harder.  That's a lot of work - doing all that
at the same time!

But my extra efforts paid off.  It wasn't but a minute when he let out a
yell, rammed his cock all the way down my throat and shot his load down my
gullet.  I didn't get to taste it because it shot past my taste buds.  Oh
well, I got the load anyways.  It was then Doan's turn to sink to the
floor.

As Doan and Dullard were both sitting on the floor, getting their breaths
back, Brad dutifully got up, moved behind me and began working Dullard's
cream out of my ass.  He's such a good employee!  Dullard and Doan just sat
on the floor and watched in amazement.

Finally, they both stood up, pulled up, and zipped up (their pants, that
is).  As they got themselves together, Dullard spoke, "I have never had
anything like this before in my life!  This was fantastic!"

"Well, this campground is full of goings on like this all the time," I
replied, attempting to do a little advertising.

"I'm just going to have to save my money and buy some camping equipment and
come here," said Doan.

"It just takes a small tent and a sleeping bag.  In fact, we have just
finished a bunkhouse which takes twelve.  You wouldn't even need to buy
camping gear.  In fact, you may be fucking around so much, you probably
would end up sleeping in some other guy's tent or trailer."

Dullard picked up his papers, "Well, don't worry about this search warrant.
There can't be drugs here since everyone wants this place to keep in
business.  You've got my support."

Escorting the sheriffs out the door, I spoke, "Thanks for stopping by.  In
fact, my ass thanks you - my mouth thanks you."

"And I thank you too," spoke up Brad.

When they drove off, I headed for my cottage.  I had just enough time to
get myself something to eat and get ready for the big party in the barn
tonite.  I'll be there'll be more leather in the dance room than a herd of
cattle!