Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 20:14:39 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: NEW: Campers Delight part 1

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Camper's Delight
by Jon Hold
Copyright © 2015, 2016
jonhold@earthlink.net

I've been a full-timer off and on for years. Meaning that I prefer to live
in my motor-home. This year I was trying something different, saving a
little money. I had a deal with the Army Corps of Engineers to manage and
maintain a remote campground. I'd had no idea just exactly what they'd had
in mind by "remote". Eleven miles of dirt road that began 25 miles from the
nearest town. Even this far out we had electricity, a good water system and
graveled roads within the camp. The people who found this site were 99+%
mellow, easy-going and friendly. Once a week I did a major cleaning on the
bathroom/shower building. The old quonset hut smelled of age and the
thousands of naked men who had used it over the years. Left over from the
winter training camp that had been here during WWII, the double walled
construction left a hollow, echoing sound to the heavily sound and
weatherproofed interior. Entrance was directly into the changing room with
it's hardwood benches and metal lockers. To the right was a wall separating
the rows of wash basins and toilets with sidewalls for privacy, but no
doors. Across the back was another wall separating the large shower area.

I'd done the women's Bathroom/hut in the morning and decided to do the mens
head that afternoon. It was a little late when I finally started, but I
just put up the "Closed for Cleaning" sign and locked the door. I'd hardly
gotten started when I heard a noise from the toilet area.

Stepping around the corner I was shocked into immobility. A kid,
high-school senior or first year or two of college age, was going from
stall to stall, looking at what was written on the walls. The powers that
be didn't like it, but I left whatever was written on the walls for
everyone to enjoy. There was plenty of interesting stuff --- and some
downright nasty stuff as well. The kid was gorgeous. Beautifully built with
heavy muscles everywhere and some very serious meat jutting from his narrow
loins. He had a tight little ass to die for and every time he'd bend over
to read something his totally hairless crack would part and the most
perfect little pink rosebud I'd ever seen would wink at me.

"I cleared my throat and I thought the kid was going to jump clean out of
his skin. "Having fun?" I asked.

He jumped... "Uh... Uhhhhh..."

I laughed. "Don't sweat the small shit. You wanna see something, take a
look at this one." I put a hand in the tiny, warm patch of fuzz in the
small of his back and guided him down to the next to the last stall. The
lighting wasn't really all that good down there (I purposely hadn't
replaced the bulbs) but the full-color artwork was stunning. Some artist in
the brotherhood had painted a totally realistic orgy scene on the
walls. The kid gasped and looked up at me.

"Pretty fucking awesome, huh?"

"Jeeze!" was his only response.

I let my hand slide down to the hard mass of his butt to help his thoughts
with gentle rubbing and massage as I pointed out some of my favorite scenes
in the painting. I figured that even if a fat old man wouldn't interest a
gorgeous kid like this one, a free feel or two wasn't going to hurt
anyone. Especially me! His dick was leaking precum in a solid stream that
weeped and glistened all the way down to the floor.

"Wow! That's awesome!" he exclaimed, pointing to a detailed tableau where
an older man had a boy across his lap, spanking him while a much older,
grandfather type was directing the daddy-types actions while he fed a truly
large cock into the boys face. The boy seemed to be in ecstasy, his
good-sized boner sticking down through the Daddy's legs. I rubbed the crack
in his butt and asked, "You want some of that, boy?"

The kid bowed his head and actually blushed. In a tiny little voice I could
barely hear, he said, "Yes, Sir."

Bemused, aroused, wanting the impossible to be true, I ran my other hand up
and down the corrugations of his hard-plated belly. His pecs were mounds of
solid muscle that were at least an inch and a half thick. I tweaked one
brown nubbin and the boy's knees just about gave out from under him. "You
like that?" I asked, running one finger gently around his obviously
sensitive aureola.

"Oh! Yes, Sir!!!" He said, looking me right in the eye and helped to hold
himself up with one hand on the upper curve of my belly.

"Good!" I said, giving his left tit a good tweek. "Help me clean this place
up and maybe we can do something a bit more interesting together."

The kid was all too happy to help. He seemed to take real pleasure from
helping. Well, from helping and all the touchy-feely that was going on as
we swept and mopped and scrubbed. The hornier he got, the more aggressive
he got. By the time the place was spotlessly clean (much more so than if
I'd done the work alone) the shy, bashful boy I'd found had been replaced
by an openly aggressive, raunchy teenager who was doing everything but hump
my leg like a stray dog.

"That looks good, Scott. All we have left is the shower area. You ready?"

We'd been working nude "to keep our clothes clean" so Scott just slapped my
butt and said, "Let's do it!" He grabbed my ass in one of his powerful
hands and guided me towards the big shower area. the horny boy was
definitely the aggressor at this point. I had to constantly slap his hands
off of me and prod him to keep him working. By the time we'd washed down
the walls with disinfectant, lifted, turned and scrubbed all the wood
slatting and the floor with disinfectant and soap and squeegeed the floors
he was randy almost beyond belief. His whole body was shaking with
need. Both of us were dripping sweat in the hot, humid shower area. Scott
was replacing all the wood floor panels while I used the big rubber hose to
wash the last of the excess soap mixture down the drain.

Strong, powerful arms encircled me from behind and a pert little nose
nuzzled under my ear. "Ummmm! You smell yummy!" the obviously heat-ridden
boy murmured into my ear. Dipping his hips, he started poking at my rear
with a bone-hard rod that was leaking what felt like pints of slick goo. I
felt like a bitch being mounted by a stud dog, and had just as little
resistance to my suitor as the bitch would have. I skittered my butthole
away from him a couple of times, but that just caused his tongue to lash at
my neck as his arms bulged and held me even closer.

"Unh!" I grunted out in pain as he finally found my hole. My knees flew
apart and I hiked my butt up to him just like the bitch I was at that
moment

"Uuuuuuuuuung" he whined gripping me so tightly I couldn't breathe as his
hips tilted and his belly muscles went into rapid convulsions, making his
ass jiggle in the most sexy way possible.

He found my hole again. Pap, pap, pap, ratta-tat-plunge. Just like a dog,
his rapid cock thrusting found my hole and opened it. Once his cockhead
felt the heat, I was fucked, deeply and totally as the boy clung to my
back, sank his teeth into my neck muscles and, in one furious thrust, you
couldn't tell the difference between my ass hairs and his crotch thicket. I
reflexively arched my back and thrust my butt back even further only to
have the boy on my back go wild. I hadn't been fucked in years, and
couldn't remember EVER being fucked so wildly.

The hell of the thing was, I was just as deeply sunk into the lust frenzy
as the boy was. The harder he fucked me, the harder I challenged
him. "Fuck, Boy! Screw that fuckin' ass, Boy! Come on!!! Can't you get
going? Try and put a little energy into it, Boy!"

As if my words weren't bad enough, every time I called him "Boy" he got a
little bit crazier, trying to prove to me just how much of a man he
was. Truth be known, other that a certain unsureness in his own self, he
was the stud of anyone's dreams. His long, fat cock filled me to my limits
and his energy seemed to be boundless. When he started tensing up and his
high-pitched whine was echoing from the shower walls, I went crazy. Surging
back against him, sucking with my guts as the lips and inner muscles of my
ass worked his cock over and attempted to suck his nuts right up inside of
me.

Bellowing on the top of his lungs, Scott took me down to my hands and
knees. Crouched on the balls of his feet, his hands encompassing my hips,
Scott fucked my ass into a juicy, sloppy froth. His male bellows and snorts
changed to a boy's high-pitched scream as his heated wads of clotted
essence splattered my colon. A soaring, undulating scream pierced my own
throat as his big flared cockhead crushed my prostate one time too many. I
couldn't, didn't want to hold back and the wilder I released my orgasm the
wilder the boy on my back got until he was clawing and biting and truly
tearing my asshole up.

It was dark when I woke up. The pleasantly heavy weight of the lightly
snoring boy on my back counteracted the rows of pressure caused by the
wooden slats I was laying on. My slight movement caused the boy to hug me
tighter in his sleep, and I felt a swelling begin in my guts. I was used to
waking up with a full - need to pee - feeling, but this was different. A
wonderful feeling of being filled with another mans essential part. The
feeling of another man becoming all that he can be, inside of me. He thrust
and sleepily nuzzled under my ear. I lifted my butt to him and he wiggled
his way deeper into me. I moaned and he thrust, waking enough to grind his
pubes into my ass and whisper in my ear just how hard he was going to fuck
me this time.

Someone knocked on the door.

My asshole damn near got turned inside out as we scrambled off the floor
and headed for our clothes. It was old man Widimark at the door and he gave
me an odd sort of look as he headed for the toilets. Scott helped me gather
up the cleaning supplies and put them away and then we left, joking around
and punching at each other like a couple of kids.


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If it comes down to a battle between the wimps and the barbarians, the
barbarians will win.
     ---Thomas Sowell (50's era Marine)